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<big><center>''UNNAMED MUSCLE GROWTH TEXT ADVENTURE GAME (v0.02a)''</center></big> <center>__Created by SuperWaffle__ This text-based adventure game contains a plethora of the following materials: Male Muscle Growth Cock Growth Guy on Guy Action Homoerotic Man Sex ''Viewer discretion is advised.'' [[New Game|Start Here]] [[Changelog|Changelog]] [[Credits|Credits]] [[Disclaimer|Disclaimer]]</center>

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Since the dawn of recorded history, the denizens of your home-world have always viewed their distant planetary neighbours with both suspicion and envy. Chief among them is none other than Waffallonia. For as long as you can remember, staring into the heavens as a youth with your trusty telescope in hand you have always been fascinated by the warm, orangey-hued planet and the spectacular white rings orbiting it's equatorial exist. Within the past few decades, dozens upon dozens of emissaries and ambassadors have landed upon your home-world, each one so terrifyingly muscular and powerfully endowed it is no wonder your central governors continue to rebuff their requests for trade and commerce, much less the setting up of a Waffallonian embassy. Nevertheless, the locals have grown increasingly interested in their pumped up neighbours as of late, yourself included, and while these brawny visitors appear harmless as of now, their continued presence and their seemingly arcane technology has left your central governors a little unsettled. Now an adult and an otherwise nondescript member of your world's military forces, you have been called to service once again. The visitors from Waffallonia have finally succeeded in gifting a peculiar... artefact... to one of your planet's military representatives, and something is telling you things are about to take a turn for the worse... or better... very soon. Please select your name. <<textbox "$PlayerName" "Secret Agent Fancypants">> [[Confirm|Player Species Select]] <<display "DebugStartVariables">>

<center><big>__''Creator''__</big> SuperWaffle <big>__''General Assistance''__</big> artizek Nex_Anima_Canis nievelion <big>__''Artworks''__</big> WolfieCanem [[Back|Start]]</center>

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Now please select your species. [[Human|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Human"]] [[Bull|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Bull"]] [[Horse|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Horse"]] [[Kangaroo|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Kangaroo"]] [[Tiger|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Tiger"]] [[Wolf|Player Height Select][$PlayerSpecies to "Wolf"]]

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Species: <<print $PlayerSpecies>> Now please select your height. All measurements are currently in feet due to the predominantly western user base. [[Short|Player Build Select][$PlayerHeight = 55]] [[Average|Player Build Select][$PlayerHeight = 59]] [[Tall|Player Build Select][$PlayerHeight = 63]]

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Species: <<print $PlayerSpecies>> Height: <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet Now please select your build. Your build determines how muscular you are, how much weight you can lift, and how easily you can overpower other characters, among other things. [[Wimpy|Player Cock Select][$PlayerMuscle = 1]] [[Athletic|Player Cock Select][$PlayerMuscle = 15]] [[Bodybuilder|Player Cock Select][$PlayerMuscle = 25]]

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Species: <<print $PlayerSpecies>> Height: <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet Build: <<print $PlayerMuscle>> <<if $PlayerMuscle < 15>>(Wimpy)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >=15 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>(Athletic)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>(Bodybuilder)<<endif>> Now please select your cock size. The size of your cock determines how manly you are. All cock measurements are in inches. [[Puny|Player Balls Select][$PlayerCockSize = 2]] [[Average|Player Balls Select][$PlayerCockSize = 5]] [[Huge|Player Balls Select][$PlayerCockSize = 8]]

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Species: <<print $PlayerSpecies>> Height: <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet Build: <<print $PlayerMuscle>> <<if $PlayerMuscle < 15>>(Wimpy)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >=15 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>(Athletic)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>(Bodybuilder)<<endif>> Cock: <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches Now please select the size of your testicles. The size of your testicles //really// determines how manly you are and just how much cum you can produce whenever you get too horny. All ball measurements are in inches. [[Tiny|Player Creation Final][$PlayerBallSize = 0.5]] [[Average|Player Creation Final][$PlayerBallSize = 1.5]] [[Large|Player Creation Final][$PlayerBallSize = 2.5]]

<big><center>__''CHARACTER CREATION''__</center></big> Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Species: <<print $PlayerSpecies>> Height: <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet Build: <<print $PlayerMuscle>> <<if $PlayerMuscle < 15>>(Wimpy)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >=15 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>(Athletic)<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>(Bodybuilder)<<endif>> Cock: <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches Balls: <<print $PlayerBallSize>> inches Here is your finalised character sheet. Now you better get going now, your superior has summoned you to his personal quarters and you do //not// want to be late for that. Oh and you better get yourself dressed for the occasion, here are some military fatigues. <<set $PlayerClothes to "military fatigues">><<set $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues to 1>> (''You have equipped some military fatigues.'') Now get going! [[Continue|Opening Chapters 1]]

There you were, Corporal <<print $PlayerName>>, running as runners do when summoned from the furthest corner of the forward base to the private quarters of their immediate superiors. The flaps of Major Brawn's huge tent barely moved as you barrelled through, snapping to attention without so much as a skip in your step and puffing your <<if $PlayerMuscle < 15>>non-existent<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >=15 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>chiselled<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>massive<<endif>> chest muscles outward, just as the Major liked. As usual, the brawny bull was seated by his war table, the upper two buttons of his uniform undone to make way for his gargantuan muscle-pecs. It looked as though he had just returned from another one of his brutal workouts too, for his nipples were stiff and his biceps pumped as hell. Man, for someone who was nearing his forties, Major Brawn sure knew how to take care of his muscles. "Corporal!" barked Major Brawn, the lowness of his baritone snapping you back to reality, "At ease!" You are motioned to the nearest seat, the Major leaping to his feet the moment your ass touches the fabric, he has a small backpack dangling from one meaty paw, no doubt the gift he recently accepted (against the orders of just about everybody above him) from a particularly smooth-talking and musclebound Waffallonian ambassador. "Do you know what this is <<print $PlayerName>>?" he asks, thrusting the backpack toward you. Knowing better than to state the obvious and inevitably mention his recent disciplining and demotion, you choose to remain silent. "This... is the future!" continues Brawn, the backpack falling as his grip opens, "Or rather... //my// future!" You lean in close, your gaze falling upon the large, shimmering band in his palm. The ring looked to be made of gold, the surface so smooth and so shiny it was almost as if Brawn was carrying a small halo of light. It was much too large to fit on Brawn's thick fingers, much less anyone else's. "I found it when I was testing just how bottomless that magic backpack really was," explains Brawn, answering your unasked question, "And after some experimenting, I am finally //ready//." Under regular circumstances, having a former Lieutenant-Colonel shove his crotch scant inches from your face would have warrant at least a yelp of surprise. But, Major Brawn wasn't regular by any circumstance, and the sight of the bull's heaving crotch bulge just //throbbing// away was leaving you weak in the knees and glazed in the eyes. It wasn't until Brawn began undoing the buttons of his fly did you really panic. Had your boss finally lost it? Wild fantasies aside, if anyone so much as strode past his tent the entire base would hear of it. He could be court martialled! //You// could be court martialled! "Not enjoying the view eh?" called Brawn from between his massive pecs, an almost maniacal grin across his face, "That's fine too, all that matters is for you to bear witness to my... //ascension//." [[Continue|Opening Chapters 2]]

<big><center>Player Statistics</center></big> __Name:__ <<print $PlayerName>> __Species:__ <<print $PlayerSpecies>> __Height:__ <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> __Muscle:__ <<print $PlayerMuscle>> __Cock:__ <<print $PlayerCockSize>> __Balls:__ <<print $PlayerBallSize>> <big><center>Secondary Statistics</center></big> __Exhaustion:__ <<print $PlayerExhaustion>>/100 __Money:__ <<print $PlayerMoney>> <big><center>Miscellaneous Options</center></big> <<if $EnableAppearanceCheck is 1>>[[Appearance|Player Appearance]]<<else>>==Appearance==<<endif>>

__Currency:__ You currently have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins. __Consumables:__ <> <<if $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Orc Juice|Consume Orc Juice Vial]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Bull Brew|Consume Bull Brew Vial]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Horse Draught|Consume Horse Draught Vial]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice >= 1>>[[Slice of Fruit Cake|Consume Fruit Cake Slice]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Shrinking Solution|Consume Shrinking Solution Vial]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial>>) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> __Items:__ <> <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig >= 1>>Melted Thingamajig (<<print $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob >= 1>>Fried Thingamabob (<<print $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerItemNewThingamajig >= 1>>New Thingamajig (<<print $PlayerItemNewThingamajig>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerItemNewThingamabob >= 1>>New Thingamabob (<<print $PlayerItemNewThingamabob>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerToyDildoRegular >= 1>>Regular Dildo (<<print $PlayerToyDildoRegular>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe >= 1>>Deluxe Dildo (<<print $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe>>) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> __Ingredients:__ <> <<if $PlayerIngHighlandHoney >= 1>>Highland Honey (<<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngHornysuckle >= 1>>Hornysuckle (<<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMinoMilk >= 1>>Mino "Milk" (<<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMistletoe >= 1>>Mistletoe (<<print $PlayerIngMistletoe>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1>>Pristine Water (<<print $PlayerIngPristineWater>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 1>>Ribleaf (<<print $PlayerIngRibleaf>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRutweed >= 1>>Rutweed (<<print $PlayerIngRutweed>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSpunkmoss >= 1>>Spunkmoss (<<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSwoleberry >= 1>>Swoleberry (<<print $PlayerIngSwoleberry>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngVolatileRum >= 1>>Volatile Rum (<<print $PlayerIngVolatileRum>>) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> __Wardrobe:__ You are currently wearing: <<print $PlayerClothes>> <> <<if $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues >= 1>>[[Military Fatigues|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "military fatigues"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness >= 1>>[[Leather Harness|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "leather harness"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesChainHarness >= 1>>[[Chain Harness|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "chain harness"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesChainHarness>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness >= 1>>[[Studded Harness|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "studded harness"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBondageStraps >= 1>>[[Bondage Straps|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "bondage straps"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesBondageStraps>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks >= 1>>[[Purple Trunks|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "purple trunks"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks >= 1>>[[Scarlet Trunks|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "scarlet trunks"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts >= 1>>[[White Boardshorts|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "white boardshorts"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts >= 1>>[[Orange Boardshorts|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "orange boardshorts"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini >= 1>>[[Lime Green Mankini|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "lime green mankini"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit >= 1>>[[Beekeeper Suit|Player Inventory][$PlayerClothes = "beekeeper suit"]] (<<print $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit>>) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> [[Back|Player Home Base]]

As Major Brawn steps back from you, you are treated to a sight of one massive schlong spilling free of its fabric prison, the flips of the bull's fly parting as an entire foot of cock flesh surges to life, so thick and slick with juice your mouth cannot help but water at the sight. "At last!" Brawn moans, his fingers trembling as he slides the ring down his cock, "At last!" You can only watch as Brawn squeezes his huge balls through the hoop, tugging and pulling before finally wedging the cock ring against his crotch. There is sudden blast, Brawn's entire body quaking with power as a bellowing roar is ripped from his powerful lungs. "WWOOOOOAAAHHHHH!" Another blast, the shockwave knocking you off the chair as Brawn's entire body continues to quake. You can almost hear it now, the network of veins surging across the length of his cock and spreading over the vast expanse of the bull's huge body, filling your ears with the sound of leather being stretched as what strange power from the ring surged through Brawn's already massive muscles. "It's starting!" he exclaims, his breathing turning to rapid gasps as drool cascades from his maw, "Oh fuck... fuck.... uuughhh!!!" There is a resounding //boom// as Brawn's uniform suddenly splits, buttons ricocheting against the tent poles as his monstrous pectoral muscles grow even more monstrous, Brawn's chiselled six-pack morphing into a freakish abdominal wall before your very eyes, eight solid blocks of raw mass bulging out of his stomach as the bull wails in delight. His uniform continuing to be pulled apart, you could only gap as the Major's lats explode from his side, great wings of iron-hard muscle pushing his arms apart, arms whose biceps were literally ripping through his sleeves as they hulked out beyond reason. Together with those gargantuan triceps, Brawn's arms were easily thirty fucking inches around and //still// growing! "HOLY FUUUUUCKK!" screams the bull, his legs trembling as quads the size of fucking trees all but burst through his trousers, great seams splitting the material apart as teardrop-shaped monstrosities surged like volcanoes. One flex, one resounding //boom// and your cock threatens to erupt on his own accord as Brawn's clothing falls apart. Save for his boots, the throbbing, bulging muscle god is stark naked, so much muscle exploding from his incredible body you could barely notice the golden band gleaming from behind that mass of bristling pubic fur. "MORE!" roars the former soldier, his body shooting upwards as his muscles ran out of space, "MOOOORE!" Still paralysed with arousal, you watch as Brawn reaches for his cock ring, the titanic tower throbbing from his crotch nearing two feet in length as the bull's fingers dig into the hoop. His swelling, vein-riddled muscles suddenly flexing, you watch Brawn tugging at the ring as if he was trying to break it. Somehow, you manage to spot a single, miniscule crack suddenly forming across the flawless surface, weaves of golden energy spilling forth and diving into the surrounding tissue. Brawn screamed, screamed his ecstasy for all to hear as his cock all but exploded, two feet of muscle suddenly became three, then //four//, gargantuan mountains of terrifying power bursting from his already musclebound arms and erupting across his shoulders and back. It is then did you finally realise the crowd gathering at the entrance to Brawn's tent, all as enraptured as you were. There was literally no way you could fathom to stop this, this... gift... from the Waffallonians had turned Brawn into a growing, bulging muscle monster that looked nowhere near done! But... if the golden energy spilling from the cracks in his ring... Decision made, you find the willpower to tear your attention away from the humongous muscle-hulk, your legs propelling you towards the mighty sex-log throbbing from between Brawn's legs. If you could just touch it, perhaps drain some of that power into yourself... "OH NO YOU DON'T!" roars your former superior, arms muscular enough to crush tanks reaching down to block your way. But all that muscle has made Brawn too slow for a runner of your calibre, and two easy dodges put you so close to him the testosterone laden air nearly did you in. But still you persevered, your hand diving through all that delicious pubic fuzz and seizing the very energies empowering this growing monster. Instead of feeling the rush of power you so anticipated, everything seemed to stop, as if time itself had frozen it in place... And then the world righted itself. Yet another powerful explosion, this time of pure golden energy, erupted from between your fingers, blasting the entire tent into the sky but somehow leaving you intact. Despite your desperations, your arm looked no more muscular than when you had woken up this morning, the golden bands of light instead wrapping around your wrist and spilling around Brawn's narrow waist, pulling you in like some kind of... "PORTAL!" someone shouted from the surrounding crowd, "RUN!" It is too late, for despite the greatest of your efforts you could feel your hand being pulled into the tiny golden singularity. Even Brawn, almost eight feet of raw, unbridled musculature by this point, was tearing craters into the ground as he tried to step away. He was howling his rage, and just as his fearsome gaze turns to yours, the world turns to light. Blinded, the portal's grip vanishes. You feel yourself falling... [[Continue|Opening Chapters 3]]

You wake with a start. Almost immediately you are blinded by the sun, your arms providing little refuge as your eyes slowly adjust. Eventually, you come to realise you no longer stand on the dirt-packed ground of your former base, the land now is mostly rocky, what little vegetation sprouting only from surrounding cracks paling in comparison to the alien-yet-colossal trees scattered about. A quick glance of your surroundings reveals the crumbling remains of what appeared to be an old garrison. While not particularly large, the space was mostly surrounded by thick walls cast from brick and mortar. You might not have as much training as some of the officers in the military, but even you knew a (mostly) safe place when you saw one, lack of buildings aside. As you look to the heavens, it is all you can do to pick your jaws off the floor, for hanging in the sky beside the sun is a bluey, green-hued planet that was at once so close and yet so far away. It is then did you remember the portal, how it had yanked both you and Major Brawn through space and time. There could only be one name for the ground on which you now stood. //Waffallonia.// Just as your knees strike the ground, your arms hanging lifelessly, you spot a set of gigantic footprints crushed into the rocky earth, leading away from where you had woken. There was no doubt who had created those footprints, given how each impact was visibly larger than the last, as if their creator was being empowered by some kind of life-change, muscle-growing artefact cum cock ring. It didn't help that there were drying puddles of cum accompanying the prints either, and you felt a slight pang of jealousy as you imagined Major Brawn's brawny man-dong flinging cum with every musclebound swagger. You don't make another ten steps before the trail grows cold, the final set of footprints are close together and end in a large crater. Major Brawn must have jumped here, and with legs so freakishly muscular there was no telling how far he could have gone. A little sour, you stumble back to your spot and nearly trip over the backpack that had been gifted to Brawn. With nothing to lose, you quickly rummage through it, realising that it really //had// been enchanting with some kind of magic, for you manage to pull out a tent //and// a sleeping bag much too large to have fit in in the first place. There are also a few coins in the side pocket. They look to be the local currency so you waste no time pocketing them. (''You have gained 30 coins.'')<<set $PlayerMoney = 30>> With one final glance to the heavens and your home-world, you cement your decision to stand your ground. Major Brawn might be on the loose, but as of now you were in no position to stop him. What you //could// do was explore, learn, get yourself used to the new land and perhaps find an ally or two. Who knows? Maybe one day you would be able to put a stop to Major Brawn //and// return home. Tent and sleeping bag and bottomless backpack in hand, you make for the most comfortable corner of your new garrison. It's time for an adventure! [[Continue|Player Home Base]]

Stripping yourself free of your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, you take a closer look at yourself. You are currently a <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet tall <<print $PlayerSpecies>> with a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>> that <<print either("suits you well","looks good on you","fits you well")>>. Your muscles are <<if $PlayerMuscle < 10>>practically non-existent. In fact, you're so thin you'd probably have no trouble flying off with the next gust of wind that comes your way. You do not possess any noticeable pectoral girth and your stomach is flat with whatever visible abdominal muscle being the result of a lack of fatty deposits rather than results of major gym work. Your arms are comparable to noodles and the same goes for your twiggy legs.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 20>> lean and noticeable. In fact, the same should go for the rest of your body, as a whole you're athletic and reasonably defined. Your pectoral muscles belong to those of a professional swimmer and a faint but otherwise desirable six-pack pushes out from your narrow waist. Your arms are slimly built and somewhat muscled, your quads are firm and the same can be said for your firm buttocks.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20 and $PlayerMuscle < 30>> quite large. Indeed, you'd best be described as a buff jock that spends loads of time in the gym. Your torso is heavily built and bulges with solid, defined brawn. Your shoulders are broad and your back flares out in the distinct V-shape men would kill to have. Your pectoral muscles are beefy and thick, your nipples already starting to point down from all that mass in your chest. Abdominal muscles that are strong and blocky bulges from your narrow waist, gentle flexes coursing through them with every breath you take. Your biceps are big enough to draw stares from people around you and your triceps even more so. Your quads are thickly built and incredibly muscular from all the squatting you must do! That's not even mentioning your amazing glutes, so brawny yet so chiselled, it's no wonder you have so much self-confidence!<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 30 and $PlayerMuscle < 40>>crazy huge! You are definitely pushing the limits of <<print $PlayerSpecies>> limits. Your muscles are incredibly developed, immensely defined and outright massive. Your shoulders are very broad and very muscular. They'd need to be, of course, if they were to support your enormously muscled arms and the crazy powerful biceps that peak whenever you flex them. Your forearms are riddled with veins by this point, the striated flex dancing at your command as you clench fists almost as huge as a man's head. Beneath your chin, your brawny pectoral muscles are immensely developed, your perky nipples already pointing earthward due to all that muscle mass. Your abdominals have been chiselled from pure marble, bulging out of your pillar-like waist and almost screaming for attention. Your quads are thick as tree trunks and almost swollen with defined, teardrop-shaped muscles, your calves are diamond shaped and your feet could probably leave cracks in concrete if you tried hard enough.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 40 and $PlayerMuscle < 50>>monstrously massive! Holy shit, now aren't you a total muscle beast! It's no secret you've lost a great deal of flexibility here and there, but when you're wider than a truck and built like a frigging tank you really don't give a damn. The first thing you notice is how powerfully muscular your neck really is. It's probably thicker than a telephone pole, all of it solid, rippling muscle! Your immense traps are like mountains, surging up from beside the sides of your neck and utterly consuming the lower half. Your shoulders are positively immense, probably massive enough for you to fit two grown men on either side with plenty of room to spare. Your arms are positively ginormous, your biceps splitting into multiple peaks at the slightest of flexes. Your triceps are massive blocks of veiny beef swelling off the back of your arms. Your pectoral muscles are shredded beyond belief and incredibly muscular, so huge that you'll probably have trouble looking past them. Not that you'd need to anyway, your abs are so stupendously muscular you can feel them flexing with every breath, eight solid bricks of pure brawn that all but scream of their incredible power! Why, you could probably stop a train with them if you could find a train insured like that. Your monstrous quads grind against each other with every step, your calves easily the size of a bodybuilders thighs! Good grief now aren't you massive!<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 50 and $PlayerMuscle < 60>>beyond monstrous! Seriously, holy fuck how did you even build muscles like this? It's incredible! //You're// incredible and you know it! Your traps have consumed three quarters of your neck! Every single muscle cell so buffed up you can actually see them. Striated muscle mass coats your entire body, from your monstrously massive pectoral muscles to the inhuman development of your grotesquely shredded muscle-butt. Your chest is expansive if not inhumanly broad, it would have to be if it were to fill the space created by your supremely wide and crazy muscular shoulders. They're two enormous slabs of pure power, each more muscular than most bodybuilders had in their entire bodies. Your freaky abdominal wall consists of an eight-pack with muscles huger than cinderblocks. The muscles are so deeply chiselled you can almost feel your sweat being irrigated through the divisions separating each glorious muscle. Your herculean quads are stacked like rippling pistons, each having exploded with so much muscle their combined power is turning you on beyond belief! Your calves are grotesquely muscular as well, looking more like gigantic mountains bulging out of your legs.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 60 and $PlayerMuscle < 70>>freakishly massive! Your colossal neck is positively bulging with shredded slabs of pure muscle, so inhumanly thick you could probably stop missiles with it. The lower half of your neck has been consumed by your massive traps, each a rippling, undulating mass of mountainous power, so pumped by now you don't even have to move to feel them swelling outwards and upwards like volcanoes ready to erupt. End to end, your shoulders are wider than some people are tall, your gargantuan pectoral muscles heaving with unbridled power and hanging off your chest like an overpowered muscle cliff. They have grown so impossibly muscular that you can no longer see your abdominal muscles, which may be a good thing considering how muscular they have become. Eight fucking boulders now bulged from your comparatively narrow waistline, harder than iron and so grotesquely developed you had no doubt you'd probably cream yourself if you stared at them any longer. Your arms have morphed into herculean monstrosities, each probably ten times as muscular as your entire body when you first started out. Biceps huger than anything you could think of bulged against your face with every flex, a myriad of veins the thickness of fire hoses throbbing across your tremendously muscular triceps with but the slightest of efforts. Your forearms had long split into their individual muscle groups, every muscle cell forced out against your paper-thin skin by the sheer magnitude of your magnificent musculature. It's impossible not to swagger as you step about to admire yourself, not with lats as enormous as yours, not to mention the sheer size of your colossal quads. Your thighs barely look like thighs anymore, so inhumanly powerful you can make out every teardrop-shaped muscle mountain grinding against each other as they battle across your legs for space. Your calves have reached such proportions it's a wonder you could still walk without them grinding against each other. Even your feet looked muscular now, so thick and so powerful you immediately make a note to be careful in case you ever stepped craters into the ground.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 70 and $PlayerMuscle < 80>>almost godlike! There is no doubt about it, almost nobody could even dream of comparing to the sheer musculature you have accomplished. Bodybuilders across the land would no doubt do horrible things to even come close to what you have become! Your neck, so ridiculously thick and so unfathomably powerful, can hardly be seen anymore, long since devoured by your titanic traps. The muscles swelling off your gargantuan shoulders heave and flex without even the slightest of efforts, sweat coursing through the many canals etched across your glorious development. Pectoral muscles, almost planetoid in sheer girth and pure mass, roil and heave before your chest with but a thought, a sound very much like an avalanche reverberating off your mighty pecs as your muscles flexed and bounced at your command. Your gut is something else, every muscle greatly exaggerated to such immense proportions you could even flex the individual muscles comprising your freaky eight-pack. Hell even the sides of your waist were crazily muscled, brawn you didn't even know existed flexing with impunity at the slightest of movements. Even relaxed your body has attained an amazing Y-shape, in part thanks to your impossibly muscular lats and the chiselled, pillar-like waist you currently sport. Your arms have grown so muscular now you can no longer touch your own face, every square inch bulging with herculean muscle mass and riddled with throbbing veins, your biceps in particular having morphed into world destroying punishers so immense they were wider than your waist was thick. Your triceps had turned into a grotesque collection of muscular mountains that peaked even when your arms were completely relaxed. Your quads are muscular beyond reason, so immensely powerful your stance has widened considerably since the start of your journey, your shredded, grotesquely muscular bubble-butt almost burning with power as the slightest of twitches causes your entire legs to flex with raw, unbridled power. Your feet are immense, your very toes more muscular than ordinary bodybuilders could ever hope to achieve in their entire bodies.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 80 and $PlayerMuscle < 90>>fucking godlike! Your entire body is almost pure muscle! Hard, freaky, bulging muscle! The ground quakes with every step, your monstrously muscular feet crushing the earth and sending tremors in every direction. Your herculean calves, if you can still call them that, are muscular beyond reason and coated with thick, writhing veins, the testosterone in them surging up to your massive quads as if fuelling them with pure power. They're just as godlike as you are, freakish, striated, tear-drop shaped monstrosities bulging and heaving with but the slightest of thoughts. The Adonis belt above your crotch is crazy to behold, looking more like a pair of canyons leading down to your manhood. Above is your waist, somehow still narrow compared to the rest of your glorious form and sporting an abdominal wall unlike anything anyone has ever seen! Huge, fucking, barrel-sized abdominal muscles swell from your stomach, gorging themselves on your seemingly endless power and flexing ever harder. They're fucking ripped, muscular like fuck and grinding against each other for space on your gut. Like monstrous, planetoid weapons of mass destruction do your heaving pectoral muscles thrust from your being, surging forward and pumped full of insane, glorious muscle power. They're huger than you could dream, ripped and shredded and flexing violently with every breath. The expansive lats below them are pushing your arms out into a permanent crab pose. Oh god your arms, you fucking arms are big, bigger than you could fathom, huger than fuck and more muscular than sin! Your shoulders are already more muscular than a hundred bodybuilders combined, but the arms they support are something else. Nobody should have biceps as muscular as your own, nobody should have triceps are tremendously powerful as yours, and yet whenever you flex your unnatural and yet fearsome power ripples through your arms like thunder. You are a fucking muscle god alright, given that your colossal muscles have grown so massively it does not surprise you that you can no longer see over your man-pecs. But you know what? Fuck that! When your muscles were as huge as yours, you didn't give a fuck anymore!<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 90 and $PlayerMuscle < 100>>beyond godlike! You are huge, monstrously muscular, colossal beyond reason and more powerful than men can dream! Your body has grown, has transformed, as forged itself from pure power and gorged itself on all the muscle it could want! Just standing here flexing do you feel the power surging through your godly chest muscles, your gargantuan pectoral mountains heaving and flexing at your command, each thundering pound sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your system, your toes curling and crushing holes into the earth in your ecstasy. Raising your arms and striking a double bicep pose, you almost cream yourself as you watch your lats flaring out like the wings of a //god//. Your arms, shredded and superhuman, are already growing huger than fuck! Your muscles are peaking, breaking into multiple peaks with every fucking fibre burning hotly against the surface of your skin. You don't even have to do much besides turning your head just to kiss your biceps, soon devolving into mindless worship as all that muscular power quakes across your lips. Fuck you're a fucking muscle god alright! Terrifyingly tremendous boulders bulge from your stomach, so obscenely muscular they're visible despite the shadow cast by your overhanging chest muscles. They tremor like thunder with every violent breath, so powerful by now the very air around them courses through the deep crevices carved into your amazing gut. By your hips are fists massive enough to crush tanks into little metal balls, your knuckles are so hard you hold no doubt of your ability to do just that. Your legs are titanic and freakily muscled monstrosities so powerful you could destroy entire cities with a single stomp! Every time you flex, your quads harden so immensely your muscles unleash shockwaves that would sound like bombs to a mere mortal. Holy muscle gods now aren't you fucking //hot//!<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 100>>colossal beyond the dreams of mortal men. No words can do you justice now, for you have surpassed what it means to be a muscle god! You no longer need to even move to flex your muscles, your hulking chest most evident of your work. Twin pectoral slabs, each shredded and veiny beyond reason and yet still paling in comparison to the power bulging within, thrust from your chest. Your nipples are thicker than heaven and harder than hell. Your almighty abdominal muscles, an eight-pack of such supreme development you swear you could feel //ten// muscles swelling off your glorious waist, are relaxed and calmed like the seas before a powerful storm. Such control you have over your muscles you know even the slightest thoughts of lust and power could lead you to flex your abs with such force you'd release a shockwave more powerful than that of a bomb. Your arms have morphed into weapons of mass destruction, the slightest of movements causing your herculean biceps and tremendously massive triceps to erupt with raw, savage power. Just standing here you are able to flex your arms, your body already stuck in a permanent crab pose thanks to your lats, causing them to bulge away from your body as every sinewy fibre ripples across your awesome, glorious form. And below you are your legs. They're a pair of muscular pillars, your quads are greater than mountains now, veiny and titanic in form, beyond godlike in power. Your calves are oversized, overdeveloped, musclebound hulks of brawn joined to feet so wide and so powerful you would have no trouble stomping a mountain flat! To find someone more powerful, more muscular than you are now would be an incredible feat.<<endif>> Below you, your <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 3>><<print either("puny","tiny","unnaturally small","pitiful")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> sits idly at attention. It doesn't look like you'll be impressing anyone with this anytime soon.<<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 3 and $PlayerCockSize <= 6>><<print either("average","nondescript","regular")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> stands erect and ready to be serviced. If you had to hazard a guess, you are probably amongst the majority when it comes to penis size. <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 6 and $PlayerCockSize <= 9>><<print either("above average","large","big")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is already throbbing with anticipation. Surely something this big would put you in the above average range when it comes to male penis size. <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 9 and $PlayerCockSize <= 12>><<print either("huge","very big","very large","massive")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is harder than a rock and ready to please. Simply glancing at it is all the confirmation you need that you stand amongst the elite. Your cock is positively massive and sure to attract ample amounts of attention should you ever decide to drop your pants in public. <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 12 and $PlayerCockSize <= 15>><<print either("enormous","extremely huge","monstrous","gigantic")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is swollen with blood and throbbing madly. A few gentle strokes is all you need to send waves of pleasure surging through the sensitive flesh, and what ample amounts of cock flesh there is to stroke! <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 15 and $PlayerCockSize <= 20>><<print either("humongous","extremely muscular","gargantuan","substantial")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is orgasmic. It's sheer girth and incredible length is nothing to scoff at, let alone the obvious amount of muscle mass that bulges across your magnificent shaft. The gaping cock slit capping your oversized mushroom-dickhead is probably an inch in length by now! <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 20 and $PlayerCockSize <= 25>><<print either("monstrously muscular","fucking huge","hulking","immensely powerful")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is so swollen with blood and so freakishly muscular the mere sensations of your cock-flesh hanging in the air is leaving you dizzy with lust. Every inch of brawny meat between your legs has by now been covered with layers of throbbing veins, your glistering shaft bulging and flexing with muscles mortal penises couldn't hope to have. Your cockhead has grown so huge it was nearly twice as thick as your shaft! The mushroom head must have flared an inch or so from where it capped your massive log and your gaping dick slit must have been easily an inch across whenever it opened! <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 25 and $PlayerCockSize <= 35>><<print either("superhuman","ponderous","extremely monstrous")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is fucking huge and thicker than the arms of mere men! You're already a little lightheaded from having so much blood surging through the veins of your gigantic manhood. Even the slightest cock flex is sending waves of pleasure surging through your system and even down to the tips of your toes. The chill from the air isn't helping either, for the sensitive flesh of your cock has begun to throb in earnest, a storm of pleasurable waves surging down your dick and crashing into your body with the force of a freight train. <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 35 and $PlayerCockSize <= 50>><<print either("monstrously massive","tremendously muscular","supremely muscular","almost godlike")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> commands nearly all your attention. A penis of such immense girth and near superhuman musculature is nearly unheard of, let alone one with veins the thickness of garden hoses and a sensitivity that left you almost growling with lust. Your immense shaft is so thick and so powerfully muscular there is no doubt you could bend iron bars around it, the incredible cockhead is so bulbous and so sensitive you're almost quivering in excitement, the paper-thin skin of your mighty penis carrying the orgasmic sensations all the way to the tips of your toes. <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 50 and $PlayerCockSize <= 60>><<print either("grotesquely muscular","unbelievably massive","colossal","frighteningly muscular")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong")>> is so immensely muscular you're almost breathless from just looking at it throb and swell and flex before you. Words are beginning to fail you as you regard the monstrous organ pulsing powerfully between your legs. All this muscle screaming for release beneath the paper-thin skin of your penis... why it's more beautiful than anything you could have imagined attached to your crotch. So much thick, muscular flesh flexing with impunity, the tiniest of movements leaving you shaking with lust as torrents of orgasmic waves dance across your body like little bolts of electricity... fuck if you weren't a sex god now then you'd never be one! <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 60>><<print either("towering","stupendously muscular","monumental","magnificent","behemothic","titanic")>> <<print either("penis","cock","wang","dong","member","dick","tool","prick","schlong","beast cock","monster dick","tower","sex log","flesh pole")>> is monstrous beyond reason and more muscular than anything you could have ever dreamed. Your gargantuan muscle cock has morphed into a towering pillar of testosterone that could no doubt blast cum up to a mile away if you were horny enough. Briefly you wonder how you even remained flaccid when attending to your duties, for anyone with a cock as manly and as ridiculously sensitive as yours would definitely be harder than a rock all day and even harder at night. Just standing here was pushing you dangerously close to orgasm and almost automatically you notice your hands flying toward your throbbing shaft, no doubt to give your mighty penis another well-earned muscle-massage.<<endif>> You estimate your cock to be <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches in length. A pair of <<if $PlayerBallSize <= 1>><<print either("puny","tiny","small")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> hang from your crotch. They're looking way smaller than they should be right now. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 1 and $PlayerBallSize <= 1.5>><<print either("average","ordinary","normal","nondescript")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> hang from your crotch. There is nothing spectacular about them that you can see. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 1.5 and $PlayerBallSize <= 2.5>><<print either("big","above average","ample")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> dangles heavily from your crotch. They're nice and thick and swollen with semen, no doubt due to their generously endowed size and the heightened virility that came with them. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 2.5 and $PlayerBallSize <= 4>><<print either("large","very big","oversized","heavy")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> pulses gently against your crotch. They're already heavy with the weight of all that excess testosterone and growing heavier still. You wager you'd have to jerk off a few more times if you ever want to lighten the load. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 4 and $PlayerBallSize <= 8>><<print either("incredibly large","grapefruit-sized","huge","bulging")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> throbs between your legs. Your balls are already swollen from all the cum they're producing, causing your cock to ooze and dribble as they slowly overflow with sexual fluids. Massaging them only makes them heavier and yourself hornier than ever. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 8 and $PlayerBallSize <= 15>><<print either("basketball-sized","extremely large","heavily muscled")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> throbs powerfully between your legs. With such a weight dangling against your crotch it isn't long before you're oozing generously, your face breaking into a kooky grin as you run your hands across the expansive width of your amazing balls. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 15 and $PlayerBallSize <= 24>><<print either("immense","massive","extremely muscular","mighty")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> bulges madly against your leg, audibly churning with incredible amounts of cum and testosterone you can't wait to blast it all over the ground. The flesh around your crotch is almost quivering with anticipation as you palm your nuts. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 24 and $PlayerBallSize <= 36>><<print either("beach ball","monstrous","hulking","positively massive")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> crash heavily against your thighs, an immense volume of cum sloshing loudly within their swollen confines. Your balls are still churning out even more spunk, their veiny masses rumbling ominously as they continually flood your body with insane amounts of lust and pure testosterone. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 36 and $PlayerBallSize <= 48>><<print either("boulder-sized","gargantuan","superhuman")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> hang heavily between your legs, their immense power almost reducing you to a pile of needy mush. They're incredibly muscular by this point and so full of cum you're pre-cumming endlessly. Veins the thickness of your arms coat the massive surface, feeding the muscular, striated flesh and leaving you moaning from the pleasure, for a brief moment you wonder how you're even managing to travel so easily with balls this immense, but the thought quickly passes and you immediately return to admiring your mighty nutsac. <<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 48>><<print either("landscape crushing","colossal","huge-mongous","terrifyingly monstrous")>> <<print either("balls","nuts","testicles","testosterone factories","nutsacks","ballsacs")>> are somehow attached to your crotch, so powerfully muscular and so immense in sheer girth it's a wonder you haven't yet lost control of your orgasms. Your balls visibly and audibly churn with your spunk, growing heavier and huger with every second. The skin around your sac has been stretched tighter than the surface of a drum. A myriad of angry veins pulsing angrily across said surface, the mere sight of your balls in such a state is so orgasmic you actually let out an enormous burst of pre-cum before you can help yourself. Just barely, you manage to wrangle control of your body back in line.<<endif>> You estimate your balls to be approximately <<print $PlayerBallSize>> inches across. Stepping back for an overall inspection of your body, <<if $PlayerBodyHair < 1>>you see that your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>athletic<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscular<<endif>> body is practically lacking in body hair. (Perhaps you should find a way to grow some more, because you know... manliness!)<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 1 and $PlayerBodyHair < 2>>you notice there are fine dustings of body hair across your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>massless<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>chiselled<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscled<<endif>> abdominals. They're trailing up from your crotch, where a sparse pubic bush is growing above the base of your cock.<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 2 and $PlayerBodyHair < 3>>you see that you're kinda hairy now. You finally have hair growing out of your pits and there's a noticeable treasure trail across your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>chiselled<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscled<<endif>> abdominals. Your pubic fuzz is quite thick and you finally have noticeable leg hair.<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 3 and $PlayerBodyHair < 4>>you're pleased to see that you're finally hairy enough to be considered a //real// man. Your pubic bush is thick with your maleness and a number of just-as-thick hairs have sprouted across your <<if $PlayerBallSize <= 1>>puny<<elseif $PlayerBallSize > 1 and $PlayerBallSize < 2.5>>now manlier<<elseif $PlayerBallSize >= 2.5>>heaving<<endif>> balls. Gentle layers of dense hairs cover your arms and legs too, and with it some newfound confidence you never had before. Your chest has been dusted with fine fuzz that suits the landscape rather well.<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 4 and $PlayerBodyHair < 5>>you see that you're very ==manly== hairy. Your pubic bush is the thickest, densest collection of hair on your body, having encircled both your cock and your balls and trailed between your butt cheeks. The hairiness of your arms and legs cannot compare to the lush forest of man-fuzz bristling across your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>athletic<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscular<<endif>> pecs. The hairs join with the treasure trail streaming down your stomach and joins with your thick, wondrous pubes.<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 5 and $PlayerBodyHair < 6>>you're almost amazed at just how hairy you've become. Your crotch is bristling with thick, dense pubes that wrap around your cock. Your balls in particular are almost permanently sweaty now thanks to their hairy coating. If you thought your arms and legs were hairy, then they couldn't compare to the ass jungle bristling between your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>firm<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscular<<endif>> butt-cheeks. The forest of chest hair you have almost screams your manliness for the world to hear and so does the thick treasure trail running down your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>non-existent<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>chiselled<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>powerful<<endif>> abdominal muscles. There are gentle layers of hair growing across your shoulders and down your upper back, if they keep growing you're sure to become sexier than the wildest of your dreams.<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 6 and $PlayerBodyHair < 7>>you're excited to see just how grizzled and manly you've become. Your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>athletic<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscular<<endif>> pectorals are just //covered// with thick, dense hairs that encroach upon your nipples like a rich, sweaty forest. The trail spreads down through your waist, coiling and flowing through the <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>faint bumps<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>hard, chiselled ridges<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>powerfully defined divisions<<endif>> of your abdominal muscles before joining in with the dense, sweaty pubic bush just bursting from your crotch. Your balls are hairier than sin and all that bristly man-fuzz has spread between your butt-cheeks, almost dripping with testosterone and encircling your man-chute like a veritable ass jungle. Your back is already coated with a layer of thick fuzz, the hairiness spreading across your shoulders and all the way across both your arms //and// your legs. Now aren't you //beastly//!<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 7>>you know in an instant you're the epitome of manliness. A spectacularly grizzled forest of chest hair covers your <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>scrawny<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 25>>chiselled<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>brawny<<endif>> pecs, trailing down between your abdominals and joining with the manly bush bristling from the base of your cock. Your balls are so hairy you can no longer see the <<if $PlayerSpecies is "human">>skin<<elseif $PlayerSpecies is "dragon">>scales<<else>>fur<<endif>> beneath. The sweaty trail wraps around your genitals before surging into the space between your butt-cheeks, your glorious ass jungle bristling around your <<if $PlayerMuscle < 25>>twinky<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>muscular<<endif>> sphincter before soaring up to your lower back. In fact, your entire back is hairy with a large portion of it concentrating around your shoulders, good god now weren't you are a fucking //animal//! Oh and your arms and legs were hairy too, your calves and forearms feeling soft despite the layers of grizzled richness coating them. Your thighs and the back half of your upper arms were also richly adored with manly fuzz. There's no doubt about it, you were one hairy <<if $PlayerMuscle < 25>>man<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 25>>beast<<endif>>!<<endif>> Satisfied (or perhaps not) with your general appearance, you pull on your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, noting that <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>there is ample space between the material and your scrawny body.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle <= 25>>the material is fits you perfectly. <<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 25 and $PlayerMuscle <= 35>>the material is somewhat tight around your muscles. <<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 35 and $PlayerMuscle <= 55>>your muscles are on the verge of ripping through the material. <<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 55>>the sheer size of your herculean muscles have begun tearing through the material.<<endif>> <<back>>

<<if $PlayerExhaustion >= 100>>Too exhausted for your own good, there is nothing to stop your legs from turning to jelly the moment you set foot in the safety of your garrison. Your body collapses onto dry earth, and you're soon snoozing with your face flat on the ground. When you finally come to, it looks like a new day has already begun, although you're not feeling very rested due to having slept on the hard, stony earth. <<set $PlayerExhaustion = 40>> [[Stand|Player Home Base]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 100>>Your garrison is <<if $PlayerFollowerCount <= 1>>fairly simple at the moment. The weathered walls are damaged and crumbling but otherwise still standing, they look to be capable of keeping out any unwanted threats as of now. A sizeable, roomy, and hopefully waterproof tent has been set up in the shade of a massive tree. Your bottomless backpack is currently resting against a large rock near the makeshift fire pit.<<elseif $PlayerFollowerCount > 1 and $PlayerFollowerCount < 5>>decent and quite liveable right now. Some repairs have been made to the damaged wall segments and much of the debris has been cleared away, they're looking easy to defend and should be capable of keeping out unwanted threats. Your tent has been set up in the shade of a massive tree, sizeable and roomy and well-maintained thanks to some of your followers. Several logs surround your garrison's main campfire, which was now equipped with a roasting spit and what appeared to be a makeshift crock pot.<<elseif $PlayerFollowerCount >= 5>>brimming with life and activity. Study walls like makeshift battlements wrap your base on all sides, occasionally patrolled by your followers and ensuring your security by keeping out all unwanted threats. Your roomy tent has been erected in the shade of the most massive tree, the insides decently furnished and quite comfortable. A short distance away is the haphazardly arranged collection of primitive furniture surrounding your garrison's central bonfire, where you and your followers could gather at the onset of night for much joy and merriment.<<endif>> <<if $PlayerFollowerCount is 0>>There isn't much to do at the moment, perhaps you should explore a little.<<elseif $PlayerFollowerCount >= 1>><<if $FollowerBunkar is 1>>A huge //furry// yurt currently sits next to one of the larger boulders in your garrison, probably Bunkar's dwelling if the tiny carrot garden behind it was any indication. <<endif>><<if $FollowerCody is 1>>Near the eastern entrance is a wooden hot tub, conveniently located beside the tiny log cabin Cody had somehow built without you noticing. <<endif>><<if $FollowerMalkorok is 1>>A very orcish campsite has been erected in the western clearing, complete with a campfire and weightlifting equipment that undoubtedly belonged to Malkorok. <<endif>><<endif>> [[Explore|Player Explore]] [[Masturbate|Player Masturbate]] [[Inventory|Player Inventory]] [[Followers|Player Followers]] [[Rest|Player Rest]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 1>> [[Strange Artefact|Player Cheating]]<<endif>>

Following the road leading out of your garrison, you soon chance upon a pair of old-yet-prominent signposts set into the middle of a crossroads. There are two distinct zone-types by the looks of things. Civilisations appear to be established, relatively danger-free Waffallonian settlements. Wildlands seemed to refer to undisturbed, potentially dangerous natural environments that would be exhausting-yet-rewarding to explore. Where would you like to go? __Civilisations:__ [[Irongard City|Irongard City Base]] [[Muscle Beach|Muscle Beach Base]] [[The Resort|Resort Base]] [[Embassy to Hell|Embassy to Hell Base]] [[Morningwood Farm|Morningwood Farm Base]] __Wildlands:__ [[Lower Shrublands|Shrublands Base]] [[Hardwood Woods|Woods Base]] [[Mount Ursol|Mount Ursol Base]] [[Back|Player Home Base]]

How would you like to masturbate? [[Au naturel|either("Player Default Masturbate 1")]] [[Nevermind|Player Home Base]]

After stripping yourself free of your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, you all but flop onto your bed, the tingling sensations of the fabric against your body turning you on. You quickly roll onto your back, grasping the fabric and controlling your breath and blood surges into your aching prick, all <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches of it slowly filling with blood as you fill your head with musclebound bodybuilders flexing their ginormous muscles and herculean cocks in your general direction. Refusing to touch yourself, you simply remain where you were, grinding your ass against the bed and moaning as your <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 3>><<print either("puny","tiny","unnaturally small","pitiful")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 3 and $PlayerCockSize <= 6>><<print either("average","normally","nondescript","regular")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 6 and $PlayerCockSize <= 9>><<print either("above average","large","big")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 9 and $PlayerCockSize <= 12>><<print either("huge","very big","very large","massive")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 12 and $PlayerCockSize <= 15>><<print either("enormous","extremely huge","monstrous","gigantic")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 15 and $PlayerCockSize <= 20>><<print either("humongous","extremely muscular","gargantuan","substantial")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 20 and $PlayerCockSize <= 25>><<print either("monstrously muscular","fucking huge","hulking","immensely powerful")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 25 and $PlayerCockSize <= 35>><<print either("superhuman","ponderous","extremely monstrous")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 35 and $PlayerCockSize <= 50>><<print either("monstrously massive","tremendously muscular","supremely muscular","almost godlike")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 50 and $PlayerCockSize <= 60>><<print either("grotesquely muscular","unbelievably massive","colossal","frighteningly muscular")>> <<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 60>><<print either("towering","stupendously muscular","monumental","magnificent","behemothic","titanic")>><<endif>> <<print either("penis","cock","member")>> swells with blood, pointing straight up as you begin pinching and twisting your nipples in a bid to further increase your arousal. A few minutes pass before the sensations prove too much, and soon your hands are flying, your fingers clenching the flesh of your manhood and massaging it like a piece of raw, throbbing, veiny meat. Your hips begin to jerk, shudders running down your arms as you tease the glans of your cockhead oh-so-sensually, as you caress the pulsing cum-slit of your dick and as you thug the slippery skin of your shaft in powerful, rhythmic pumps. Your hands are soon slick with your juices, and you waste no time smearing the sticky fluids all over yourself, even sucking your fingers clean and tasting the salty fluids that spewed and churned from within your throbbing ball-sac. The skin around your testicles is growing tight, your strokes and your pants quickening as you teeter across the edge of no return. Minutes or even hours must have passed as you struggled to maintain your erection, your pleasure, the tingling sensations quaking through your nuts as pre-cum continues to spew. But eventually your concentration begins to falter, your pumps growing stronger, your muscles clenching harder, a single slip of your focus triggering a cascading wave of pure pleasure from within the depths of your balls and leaving your suddenly howling in unbridled, orgasmic bliss! Your entire body arches, white hot cum surging through the underside of your cock and exploding from the swollen head, your entire body bouncing up and down in the throes of your orgasm until at last you are reduced to a sputtering trickle. Satisfied, you spend the next few hours basking in the afterglow, a crooked grin across your face. [[Continue|Player Home Base]]

You have arrived in ''Irongard City''. As befitting of the realm's capital and high seat of its governance, the city of Irongard is a massive place that sprawls across the greater flatlands and towers toward the heavens, serving as both the pinnacle of sin and of civilisation. The legendary Temple of Testosterone sits perched on a hill set into the very heart of the zone, defended and encircled on all sides by the city's four distinct districts populated by some of the most muscular men the world will ever see. Serving as Irongard's protectors and keepers of order are legions of loyal guardsmen. These gigantically muscled super-hulks have grown so monstrously muscular under their brutal training regimes they no longer needed armour to protect themselves. Indeed, the majority of these guardsmen chose instead to wear only their heavy helmets, pauldrons, boots and gauntlets, their overdeveloped torsos exposed for all to see and their massive, muscular cocks only barely contained within flimsy, purple-coloured loincloth wraps. You now stand in one of the city's four central squares. The space is crowded and bustling with people leaving and entering the city. Towering over them all and watching intently are the city's many muscle-bound guardsmen, their savage visages ever vigilant to the threat of pickpockets and smugglers too stingy to bring bribes. A marble signboard nearby provides directions to the city's districts. [[The Warrior District|Irongard Warrior District]] [[The Enchanting District|Irongard Enchanting District]] [[The Alchemy District|Irongard Alchemy District]] [[The Merchant District|Irongard Merchant District]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

The Warrior District was well-known throughout the city for being a rough, tough place to be. Barring the Temple District, the Warrior District was easily the manliest of the lot and boasted some of the most brutal, most violent power-sex a man could ever want. Here, strength was everything, and anyone who wasn't strong enough risked being overpowered by the monstrous muscle-hulks who called the sector home. It did not surprise you that the guardsmen patrolling the district were some of the meanest, toughest, not to mention buffest of the lot. The vast majority of them owned biceps huger than should have been possible and were riddled with angry veins that seemed to overflow with concentrated testosterone. You noted that these guardsmen weren't armed - probably due to the fact their brawny knuckles were practically deadly weapons all on their own. It was not uncommon for fights to break out here, sometimes between the very aggressive guardsmen themselves, most of the time these would simply entail them flexing out of their loincloths, their monstrous dongs hulking out beyond reason as they wrestled each other into submission simply for the sake of it. While most of the buildings here had been constructed from rock and stone, a good number of them had been subtlety and aesthetically reinforced with adamantium, no doubt due to the sheer strength of the musclemen living here. [[Muscleman's Tavern|Irongard Muscleman Tavern]] [[Halls of Valour|Irongard Halls of Valour]] [[Soren's Harnesses|Irongard Harness Shop]] [[Leave|Irongard City Base]]

As the seat of Irongard's magical community, it is no surprise to see that much thought and consideration has gone into the Enchanting District's design and construction. The vast majority of the buildings here are single storied, with wooden roofs and a soft pinkish-purple hue to their walls. The pavements are neatly tiled and bewitched brooms busy themselves sweeping away whatever dirt and grime may accumulate. There are a handful of towers, mostly short with the occasional tall one, scattered about the orderly streets. For the most part, it seems these belong to the more accomplished mages and sorcerers, and the littler structures belong to the tailors, bookkeepers, and warlocks in training who call the district home. Given the prevalence of magic throughout the zone, it does not surprise you to see its influence seeping into the muscly guardsmen patrolling the paved streets. While the difference isn't immediately clear, you eventually see that the majority of them have had magical runes carved into their armour. A handful of these mage-guards had been tattooed with occasionally glowing sigils, and a good number of them had their adamantium halberds sheathed on their backs, favouring instead the glowing magical weaponry no doubt acquired from local shops. And yet even more were clearly demonstrating the use of magic in the line of duty. One unfortunate rogue seems to have slipped through the dragnet covering the Merchant District, and was currently being pelted with a myriad of explosive fireballs in a bid to escape. [[Pyrewood Lounge|Irongard Pyrewood Lounge]] [[Leave|Irongard City Base]]

The first thing that strikes you about the Alchemy District is how //green// everything seems to be. Indeed, barring the many greenhouses, the majority of the structures here had been built of whitewashed stone that came with a slight viridian tinge. No doubt this was due to all the herbalists and alchemists who called the sector home. What distinguished the Alchemy District however, was the fact a good number of buildings had been reinforced by actual vegetation growing just about everywhere. The taller structures were even secured by enormous trees whose branches coiled around and between the mortar and stone, bearing fruits and other ingredients for use in potions and elixirs. There were more scents and smells to take in as well, many structures even sporting makeshift chimneys that filled the air with strangely coloured smoke. You even passed a danger sign or two, mostly located outside apothecaries specialising in more... questionable ingredients. It seems the quirks of the district even extended its effects to the fearsome guardsmen tasked to protect it. Judging by the looks of things, a small number of them appeared to have given their bodies for alchemical experimentation. While this usually meant iridescent fur of some strange tone, some of them had apparently taken things to the extreme. The sentry guarding the entrance you took sported a large tube suctioned onto his right nipple, one that was filled with a glowing green liquid and stretched behind his back, between his legs, before latching into his crotch. It was clear to you his cock was somewhere in that enormous tube, but your attention was fixated onto the glowing green veins throbbing along his monstrous balls and spreading out from where that tube pumped growth juice into his nipple. The rest of the less extremely modified guardsmen simply had potions hanging off leather belts they had strapped around their narrow, pillar-like waists. What those potions did was anybody's guess. [[Abandoned Laboratory|Irongard Abandoned Lab]] [[The Awesome Apothecary|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]] [[Leave|Irongard City Base]]

Initially set up as a marketplace catering to the needs of Irongard's muscle-hungry populace, the Merchant District has since evolved into the city's largest and most overcrowded districts. Fuelled by the seemingly endless waves of visitors streaming in from worlds abound, the entire section has morphed into a disorganized and yet attractive district to all whom had money to spend. It is said that quite literally //anything// could be bought here, and even if it could not, one could just as easily seek out someone with the means and expertise to acquire it. As you walk, you see that the vast majority of buildings here had been haphazardly thrown together from whatever material had been on hand at the time. Mixtures of rock, wood, and metal cover the external façades of just about every structure in sight. The dirt roads have long been compacted by the districts many occupants, and the lively atmosphere is saturated with all sorts of aromas ranging from barbequed meats to fragrant flowers and even the scents of exotic leathers wafting from the nearby tanneries. You are not surprised to see a higher number of guards present, no doubt constantly on watch for pickpockets and thieves alike. While not rampant, crime was probably an issue in this district, as most of the guards were armed with steam powered chain cannons instead of gauntlets. Every now and again one of these would be fired over the heads of the crowd, anything from hooks to pincers and even the occasional boxing glove rocketing toward the lawbreaker unlucky enough to be spotted. The Merchant District is so large a portion of it has been built into the terraced slopes of a gentle valley. At its base is the massive river leading out to the open oceans. Irongard's bustling and heavily guarded port is located here, along with many of its warehouses and the lodgings for its many labourers. Irongard's infamous slave market is also located nearby. [[Brogar's Brew and Stew|Irongard Brew and Stew]] <<if visited("Irongard Tonsorium First Time")>>[[Irongard Tonsorium|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<else>>[[Irongard Tonsorium|Irongard Tonsorium Pre First Time]]<<endif>> [[Irongard General Store|Irongard General Store]] [[The Slave Market|Irongard Slave Market]] [[Doug's Dildos|Irongard Dougs Dildos]] [[Leave|Irongard City Base]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 1>>

As its name suggests, the Muscleman's Tavern is mostly populated with brawny, barechested bodybuilders engaging in all sorts of manly activities, such as arm wrestling, weightlifting, and for the daring few almost //too// manly for the establishment, competitive broccoli eating. Being completely underground, the floor here was paved with hard stone that had been cracked in a few places. The wall behind the bar was stacked high with enormous mead barrels and there was a massive bonfire in the middle. Currently, several massive slabs of meat were being spit roasted over the towering flames and a number of cauldrons filled with everything from bubbling stew to molten cheese sat amongst the smouldering firewood. While the rest of the establishment was poorly lit, the central bonfire provided enough illumination for you to move about. Near the entrance is a large table occupied by three musclebound hulks, a large plate of raw broccoli, and an empty chair. In the far corner were a number of patrons arm wrestling with their shirts off and their muscles bulging like crazy. The barkeep is the monstrously muscular moose you knew as Muscleman Marcel. Towering over the rest of his patrons and just bulging with hulking, heaving brawn, you knew this beast was the only reason fights didn't break out often in here. And even if they did, it was probably only because the nearly-naked, apron-clad Marcel figured things were getting too quiet for his tastes. [[Muscleman Marcel|Irongard Tavern Marcel]] [[Leave|Irongard Warrior District]]

As you pass through the grand entrance to the legendary Halls of Valour, you can't help but feast your eyes upon the two towering statues standing guard. Not only were their naked muscles obscenely massive and their erections even more so, they had been chiselled to face each other, their bodies flexed in the most stunning of poses as they crossed their monstrous dongs above your head. Why, they had even been marked with glowing, magical runes disguised as intricate tattoos over their faces and pecs. Inside, you soon find yourself joining in with the crowd touring the place. It is here within the Halls does Irongard's Warrior District honour their greatest, strongest, and most befitting of revere. Somehow you are not surprised to see that, while the majority of the statues here //are// massively muscular and //very// endowed, a smaller number of them are actually... pretty ordinary. Following the streaming crowd, you manage to spot a spikey-haired, suit wearing human, a uniformed wolf with even spikier hair, and even a youngish-looking tiger in his late teens so popular you swear you came across his statue not once, not twice, but //thrice//! Eventually, you find yourself tumbling back into the sunlight. Having come to the end of your tour, you decide to get back to whatever you were doing before with a newfound appreciation of Irongard's honoured men. [[Leave|Irongard Warrior District]]

As you step into Soren's Harnesses, you can't help but notice just how crowded the place was. Musclemen of all shapes and sizes were busying flexing and posing for each other, their beefy bodies contained in nothing save for the skimpiest of leather harnesses and bondage straps. Upon spotting you Soren, the brawny bull who owns the place, springs off his workbench and bounds over to you, a big grin on his furry face at the sight of a new customer. "Welcome!" he booms, heaving pectoral muscles //nearly// bursting the straps just barely containing them, "Now don't let the sight of a bull in leather deter you, being tied down gets me off just as much as the next person... hey maybe even more so!" "See anything you like?" [[Leather Harness (100 coins)|Player Irongard Leather Harness]] [[Chain Harness (250 coins)|Player Irongard Chain Harness]] [[Studded Harness (300 coins)|Player Irongard Studded Harness]] [[Bondage Straps (200 coins)|Player Irongard Bondage Straps]] [[Leave|Irongard Warrior District]]

The massively muscular Marcel snorts at the sight of your approach. <<display IMAGEMarcel>> "Welcome to Muscleman's Tavern," he grunts, "Break any of my rules and I'll be wearing you on my cock for a week, any questions?" [[I'm looking for work|Irongard Marcel Prostitution Check]] [[Tell me about this Tarvern|Irongard Marcel Tell Tavern]] [[Tell me about the District|Irongard Marcel Tell District]] [[Back|Irongard Muscleman Tavern]]

"Hmm," rumbles Marcel, "Well I don't exactly need help around the Tavern... but I did check in a few guys this morning, brawny and big-dicked and probably extremely horny by now." The muscly moose regards you with a judging gaze and snorts arrogantly. "Why don't you head on downstairs to where the rooms are?" he suggests, gesturing with his antlers, "Do a good job and who knows? Maybe they'll pay you for your services." [[Sure thing!|Irongard Tavern Prostitution]] [[Nevermind|Irongard Tavern Marcel]]

"What's there to tell?" Marcel replies, an eyebrow raised, "This is Muscleman's Tavern, if you're huge and buff and ripped you're welcome, and if you aren't... well I don't really care, it's the rest of my patrons you should worry about, some of them don't like it when you get sheep walking amongst lions. When you do not react to his explanation, the muscular moose grunts and continues. "Look kiddo, I'm fucking huge and probably one of //the// most muscular men in the district, I don't give a flying fuck about the majority of our social norms. I'm just here to lift, fuck, and eat, and I can't do that without customers, so that's it really. If you want to relax, wrestle, or eat, this is the place." [[Back|Irongard Tavern Marcel]]

"The Warrior's District is one of the oldest districts we have in Irongard," Marcel explains, "We build everything here with muscle and sweat, even the adamantium here is bent or hammered into shape by hand, noting is premade because having shit premade for you at the Ironworks is for pussies." The monstrous moose pauses for a moment to acknowledge someone behind you. "Anyway, it's been tradition for the biggest, strongest, and most muscular of Irongard's men to congregate here. We're supposed to believe in that rubbish 'might makes right' philosophy, but honestly everyone here's just too busy working out and chugging protein shakes to bother." Marcel presses his fists to his hips and flexes, his hulking pectorals almost rumbling ominously in demonstration. "Truth is pumping iron makes us hornier than fuck and stronger than ever, also makes us more aggressive, but when your cock can punch holes through walls people tend to forget about that part." "Oh and if you're weird enough to be interested in some of our landmarks instead of finding big, buff guys to fuck, then you might want to consider the bathhouse... because... that's... where you'd find lots of big buff guys to fuck." Marvel scrunches his brow for a moment. "Well I suppose you could pay a visit to the Halls of Valour if that's your thing, also lots of big buff guys there... and there's the shopping, I believe Larson owns a harness shop just down the road. Not sure if he's still open though, I've never really managed to fit into a harness." [[Back|Irongard Tavern Marcel]]

The lower level of Muscleman's Tavern consists of a wide corridor and rooms that had been carved right into the rockwork. While most of the huge, wooden doors had been bolted shut, they fail to stop the sounds of wild, almost-brutal lovemaking from echoing into the walkways. It seems someone got here before you did, and whoever it was just //had// to be some kind of sex monster if the thick, musky stench of cum and sweat permeating the air was any indication. As you walk, you quickly find a door with a red linen towel tied to the handle. It seems this room's occupant is in desperate need of some loving and would be willing to pay you for it too! Do you go in? [[Yes|either("Tavern Prostitution 1")]] [[Back|Irongard Muscleman Tavern]]

As you push open the unlocked door, a thundering //WOOOOOAAAAAGHHH// crashing through the Tavern. Suddenly panicked, it is all you can do to slam the door shut and press your back against it, as if fearing Marcel's wrath should the monstrous muscle-moose come barrelling down to investigate. Thankfully that does not happen, but the loud sloshing and splashing coming from inside the room gnaws at your curiosity. Walking into the room, you see that the large bed is empty, although the sheets had been tossed a little. A closer inspection reveals what appeared to be a long trail of thick, musky pre-cum leading to the bathroom. Just as you approach, a loud moan echoes from within, several loud splatters drawing you even closer. That voice was //deep// alright, and //hot//! Unable to resist, you pull aside the curtain and stick your head into the room's pleasure parlour only to have your jaws fall right off your face. Carved into the stone floor was a sizable tub that would //usually// have been filled with water for when guests wanted to cleanse themselves after a hard day of lifting and fucking. Sitting in that tub of thick, viscous //cum// right now was the room's well-built occupant – a variable fitness model of such definition all <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches of your cock surges to life in an instant. The swift intake of breath catches the attention of the room's occupant. His long, sharp, brown-furred ears twitch and turn to you, revealing their pink interiors just as the muscular, sandy-brown wolf turns his head to face you. Only... he didn't //look// like a wolf. His snout was too short and his ears much too large, could he have been a wolf... bunny... hybrid? Your question is left unanswered as the bunny-wolf's steel-grey eyes light up at the sight of you. "Finally!" he shouts, clearly overjoyed, "I was beginning to think no one would come!" Not wanting to waste any more time, you yank off your <<print $PlayerClothes>> and immerse your body in all that hot, sticky cum. "Oh wait!" your client suddenly says, pushing you onto one of the seats cut into the stone, "Wait, wait let me get ready!" Without explaining, the bunny-wolf retreats to the other end of the now relatively-small tub and stands. He isn't very tall by your estimate, but the tub is deep enough on that side for the juice level to just barely cover his uppermost abs. "I'll be juicing up now," he says almost automatically, a sly grin on his face, "Please remain seated until I'm done." Before you could ask, your client sinks his arms into the cum and adopts what you think is a bodybuilder's crab pose. "Hgghnn!" Slowly but surely, you become aware of the slight rumbling sounds quaking through the tub, the surface of juice actually vibrating as your client continues to concentrate. Disbelieved, it is all you can do to stare as his body begins to shake, his muscles tensing and flexing all on their own as he clenches his teeth and lets loose a loud //ARRRRGHHH//! There is a distinct //KABOOM// as //every// muscle in your clients body suddenly heaves, surging out a great deal and just bursting out from his furry skin. In a single second your client goes from a fitness model to an amateur bodybuilder, drool cascading from between his clenched teeth as he hunches over. "GGRRRRRRRHHH!" Holy shit, he's //growing//! His pectorals were the most noticeable, huge boulders of sheer brawn just pumping out of his chest, growing wider, thicker, almost rippling with veins as he arches his back. You can see his shoulders filling out, his bones popping and snapping as his body widens to accommodate all that extra muscle. His arms are becoming more and more visible as the bunny-wolf surges upwards, his gargantuan biceps bursting free of the cum and exploding with untold power, almost competing with his triceps in some grotesque competition of mass and size. "FUUUCK YES!" your client bellows, his voice having dropped two entire octaves and he continues hulking out of his skin, "RRAAAAGHHHH!!!" Beneath the surface, you feel the shockwaves from where the bunny-wolf's quads are erupting with molten steel, growing huger, stronger, his feet digging cracks into the stone as he widens his stance to pack on even //more// muscle. Close to eight feet tall and easily one of the biggest bodybuilders alive, your client continues to //roar// as he flexes his now gargantuan muscles. His pecs have morphed into heaving, rippled monstrosities that were spewing hot, white cum from his nipples with every rumbling flex. His arms were thicker than barrels, a dozen veins throbbing angrily across his massive biceps, the striated muscle fibres so powerful his fucking biceps peaked //twice//! His triceps resembled boulders fused against each other, his forearms were thicker than trees, his entire fucking body surging out of the cum as he continued to //grow//and //grow// and //GROW//! "RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" comes the final scream, the cum exploding one final time as the bunny-wolf tops off a stunning //ten// feet of fight and goodness knows how many tons of solid, bulging brawn. You sit there stunned, drool flowing from your gasping lips like a stream. The mammoth muscle-hulk before you is so massive now his chiselled, vein-riddled Adonis belt is but an inch above the cum layer, drawing all your attention to the treasure that lay beneath the surface... "My eyes are up here <<print $PlayerName>>," grunts your client, his voice shrilling you to the bone as your gaze rises (and gets stuck) to where his herculean pectoral muscles were bouncing for your viewing benefit, "Oh... O-Oh fuck!" "HHGNNN!!!!" thunders your client, his twin pectoral mountains suddenly heaving, and huge networks of veins bursting from where his fat, swollen nipples suddenly began to throb. Without warning, two thick jets of cum burst from his hot black teats, splattering your faces with his juices and leaving you drooling and hornier than ever. "Fuck!" growls the bunny-wolf, his long tongue wetting his strong lips, "Yeeeaah!" You manage to make eye contact with your client, and then... the room begins to darken... it is all you can do to scar the last thing into memory, a titanic tower of throbbing, fucking cock flesh exploding from beneath the surface to where the bunny-wolf was staring at you... //hungrily//. ... Some time passes and you come to, your jaws and ass sore from the workout you had been given. The bunny-wolf was normal-sized again and snoozing peacefully beside you. Still a little woozy, you roll off the bed and into a puddle of steaming bunny-wolf semen, where you lazily squeezed yourself back into your <<print $PlayerClothes>>. As you wobble to the door, you see the sack of coins your client had left as your payment, and you waste no time claiming it for a job well done. (''You have gained 35 coins.'') <<set $PlayerMoney += 35>> [[Leave|Irongard Muscleman Tavern]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 100>>Soren holds up his beefy paws, frowning. "Unless you have 100 coins to fork over, I can't sell you this." [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 100>>"Good choice!" booms Soren as he packs your order, "Feel free to come back when you're ready to take things up a notch, or two!" <<set $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Leather Harness for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness>>'') [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 250>>Soren holds up his beefy paws, frowning. "Unless you have 250 coins to fork over, I can't sell you this." [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 250>>"This one's my personal favourites for leisurely strolls," Soren comments, grinning at your reaction, "Just be careful when flexing too hard, the guards don't like it if you get bits of chain all over the streets." <<set $PlayerClothesChainHarness += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 250>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Chain Harness for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesChainHarness>>'') [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 300>>Soren holds up his beefy paws, frowning. "Unless you have 300 coins to fork over, I can't sell you this." [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 300>>"You must not like being hugged a lot to want this," Soren comments, eyebrows raised, "Leather straps armed with more than enough metal studding to kill an erection, go figure!" <<set $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 300>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Studded Harness for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness>>'') [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney lt 200>>Soren holds up his beefy paws, frowning. "Unless you have 200 coins to fork over, I can't sell you this." [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney gte 200>>"Ooh you //dirty// boy!" Soren booms, a knowing look on his face, "Sexy strappings that come with all the subtle modifications needed for whatever 'bonding' comes to mind, I love it!" <<set $PlayerClothesBondageStraps += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 200>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Bondage Straps for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesBondageStraps>>'') [[Back|Irongard Harness Shop]]<<endif>>

A bell chimes as you step into the Tonsorium, prompting one of Pierre's musclebound assistants, the minotaur <<print either("Anton","Slavic")>> this time, to leave his spot behind the counter to greet you. Pierre himself materialises moments later, the pink-haired fox rubbing his hands and twirling the swirls of his fancy moustache like some cartoony supervillain. <<display IMAGEPierre>> "Monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>!" he squeals, clearly more excited over your hair than you as a potential customer, "Come in, come in, you'd like some magic from moi now, non?" While Pierre is busy jittering behind the counter, you decide to take a quick glance of the rest of the Tonsorium. Surprisingly, there are customers today! <<print either("Currently two of the six seats have been taken, the first by a hulking stallion bodybuilder and the other by a timid-looking wolf. It's clear the wolf is still waiting for his turn, and currently he's spending all his time stealing glances at the barechested horse hulk beside him. It appears the stallion is here to increase the amount of body hair he had, if the white, creamy substance lathered all over his torso was any indication.","Half the seats have been taken by a trio of rugged, muscular orcs. None of them had bothered with shirts or even clothing! All three also had their mechanical recliners leaned all the way back and were currently shifting their entire bodies as the bristling sensation of hair growth swept across their muscled bodies. You knew this because the lot of them were covered with a white, creamy product of some sort, one that coated their brawny chests, their shredded abs, the entirety of their crotches and those heaving, orcish man-balls. For some reason, the feeling of hair growing from their balls must have been rather stimulating, for they were all rock hard and leaking pre-cum already.","Though there were three very ordinary-looking humans in the room, only one of them was seated. The other two were fussing over the state of his hair and the fact he had to remove his shirt in order to get some hair onto his chest. It's clear, to you at least, that the trio have been left to their own devices while Pierre attends to more important potential customers like yourself.","Currently there is only one other person. He's seated with his head lolled to one side, and a closer inspection quickly reveals signs of a traumatic impact to the side of his head, almost as if someone had taken an adamantium mallet to his cranium. Thankfully though his hair seems to have been done up nicely, and it looks like Pierre and his cronies were simply waiting for him to wake up.")>> You turn back just in time for Slavic to hand you a brochure and catalogue. Would you like to get your hair done? [[Hairstyles Catalogue|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] [[Body Hair Treatments|Irongard Body Hair Change]] [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]]

Now what exactly was a Tonsorium? After spending the longest time standing before the strangely smelling, pinkish-white parlour, you come to realise that neither you nor the rest of the crowd out here had any idea. For some reason though, nobody seemed eager to push their past the frosted glass doors, not even for a quick peak. Well you didn't come all the way here just to gawk, and so you divest yourself from the babbling crowd. There is a sudden silence, followed by an audible gasp as you step into the no man's land between the edge of the crowd and the entrance to the Tonsorium. All eyes were upon you, and for the love of things you had no idea why. Someone rushes to the front and grabs you by the shoulder. "Don't do it!" yells the frantic young human, "That is the realm of... of... //Pierre Jeanpierre//!" An even louder gasp quakes through the crowd, several huge, brawny men even fleeing in panic at the sound of that name. Still, you had no idea who that was. "I'm telling you!" squeaks the man whose hand still grabbed your shoulder, "The man is //crazy//! Don't do it! Please!" Turning back to the crowd, you see that a handful of exceptionally tough-looking guys have already passed out from watching you. Do you want to enter the Tonsorium? [[Yes|Irongard Tonsorium First Time]] [[Flee!|Irongard Merchant District]]

The hustle and bustle of the street is drowned out as you step into the Tonsorium, the frosty glass doors shutting behind you and allowing you to turn your attention to its interior. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the cosy, tidy little space at the moment, but you can see that the place resembles a barbershop not unlike the ones you've seen back home. Six large, mechanical reclining chairs have been built into the room, three on each side and each coming with a large viewing mirror and a sink of flowing water. There are plants and general shrubbery growing along the walls between the mirrors, and in the middle of the room is a long wooden counter filled with all sorts of assorted products, brochures, and for some reason, a plate of cheese. Suddenly, a bell chimes. A loud boom echoes through the silence as the double doors on the other side of the room burst open, two of the biggest, brawniest //minotaur// henchmen you've seen in a while marching out in perfect synchrony. Aside from the fact they had nothing on save hot pink bicycle shorts and loose, open-front tunics that displayed their gloriously hairy and extremely massive pectoral muscles for the world to see, these two bodybuilders also sported two of the most majestic handlebar moustaches you have //ever// seen! You almost failed to notice the slim, gloved paws poking out from where the two musclemen were standing together. But notice you did, just in time to see them //forcing// apart these two mountains as if they weighed a measly five pounds instead of five //hundred//. Standing there before you is a fox, youngish with a crown of bright pink hair. He too, sported a handlebar moustache, albeit one whose tips had been curled into large, fancy circles. There was a maniacal grin on his face and his eyes beheld the look of one who should probably get back into his straitjacket before someone got hurt. <<display IMAGEPierre>> "Ah haah!" squeals the little fox in a heavily accented voice, his eyes moving so rapidly as he examines you you're sure it couldn't be healthy, "Oui... //Oui//! You are puh-fect! //Puh-fect//!" The fox swings his head toward his muscly minotaur henchmen, who snapped to attention in perfect unison. "Slavic! Anton! Bring zees client to zee chairs!" the fox is almost bouncing now, "Nous have work to do!" [[Continue|Irongard Tonsorium First Time Second]]

<<if $PlayerMuscle < 50>>Due to your inferior strength and the fact there were //two// musclebound minotaurs wrangling you into one of the mechanical recliners,<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 50>>Despite your superior strength, the hairy minotaur muscle-monsters seem empowered by their exquisite facial hair, and<<endif>> you quickly find yourself plopped onto one of the seats with your arms and legs strapped down with what felt like gigantic rubber bands. The pink-haired fox is laughing manically now. "Oui monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," purrs the fox as he brandishes a number of rusted weaponry into the soft lights of the Tonsorium, "Your cheveu is most... exquisite!" The fox gestures at his muscular minions. "Anton!" he snaps, "Remove zees offending garments!" The minotaur named Anton lumbers over, his meaty fingers digging into your <<print $PlayerCurrentClothes>> and swiftly but carefully parting the clothes from your body. "Oh mon dieu!" exclaims the fox, dashing over to examine your chest as the other minotaur, Slavic, lumbers into view carrying a tray of fancy barber hats. The fox grabs a hat and mashes it onto his head before all but lunging at you. "//You//!" he squeals, drool cascading from his lips, "I... I am Pierre... Pierre //Jeanpierre//! Only zee greatest coiffeur in zee entire city! And I... you... you have zee potential for //art//!" It is at this point that Pierre turns red under his fur, probably from hyperventilating so much. The minotaur named Slavic lumbers over almost automatically and catches his employer as he falls. "Gah!" Pierre gahs, struggling against his too muscular minion as mango smoothie is brought to him, "And get zat foul liquid away from moi!" As Pierre struggles even harder, the minotaur named Anton looms over you, an easy grin blossoming beneath his majestic moustache. "Don't mind him monsieur," he rumbles most politely, "Pierre may be one of the best in the business but he tends to get a little... //too// excited with his customers." Anton gestures at your <<if $PlayerBodyHair < 3>>effectively hairless<<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 3>>hairy<<endif>> chest. In the background, it seems Pierre has just passed out in Slavic's musclebound arms. "I think I'll make this quick," explains Anton, a concerned look overcoming that fearsome visage, "Here at the Tonsorium we deal with anything involving hair, that being we can change your hairstyle, put some facial hair on you, and even make your entire body as hairy as you like, and all for a modest fee." The minotaur grins and releases you from the last of your bonds. "Please come back again monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>, once we calm Pierre down I'm sure he'll be happy to work on your... cheveu." Anton laughs as flexes his herculean chest muscles, causing the fabric of his tunic to be pulled so far apart it is all you can do to gawk as the incredible jungles of rich, dark hair sprouting across those amazing pectorals. Why you could even see them trailing down between his monstrously muscular abdominals and vanishing into what you assumed to be a just as hairy pubic bush hiding within those hot pink bicycle shorts. "Nothing puts hair on your chest like Pierre," chuckles Anton as he helps you off your chair and hands you your clothes, "Now if you'll excuse us, I think monsieur Jeanpierre needs a nice... hot... //bath//." On your way out, you're sure you spotted Anton and Slavic giving each other naughty grins. [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]]

As you seat yourself in one of the empty chairs, Anton and Slavic arrive with a catalogue and a mango smoothie respectively. Pierre is currently sharpening his tools and refilling bottles of hair growth formula, so you figure you should have come to a decision by the time he's done. [[Crew Cut (10 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Crew Cut]] [[Well Groomed Hairdo (15 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Well Groomed Hairdo]] [[Trimmed Mohawk (20 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Trimmed Mohawk]] [[Wild Mohawk (25 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Wild Mohawk]] [[Braided Ponytail (20 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Braided Ponytail]] [[Tidy Mane (20 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Tidy Mane]] [[Wild Mane (25 coins)|Irongard Hairstyle Wild Mane]] [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]

As Slavic moves to get you seated into one of the empty recliners, you see that Pierre is already so excited even the hulking Anton is having trouble holding him still. If anything, the pink-haired fox is struggling so hard it almost appears as though he's stronger than the minotaur grabbing him by the waist! But nah, that couldn't be right, the fox was positively scrawny compared to the hairy juggernaut only just managing to keep him from pouncing. "Pierre loves his chest hair," Slavic explains, a dirty grin playing along the edges of those bullish lips, "Now monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>, please take this." You are handed a thick brochure detailing the Tonsorium's hair growing procedures. "I'm afraid hair does not grow everywhere our secret formulas are applied," Slavic explains, "At least not immediately of course, so don't expect to start growing chest hair after just one treatment." The minotaur can't help smirking this time, even stepping back and flexing his amazing pecs for your viewing benefit. Good god they were so hairy you almost didn't notice them pushing his tunic apart as they just bulged with all that brawny, beefy goodness. "Now monsieur, what would you like?" [[Hair Growth Treatment (100 coins)|Irongard Body Hair Growth]] [[Hair Removal (50 coins)|Irongard Body Hair Removal]] [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 10>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 10>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "crew cut">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 10>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 15>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 15>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "well-groomed hairdo">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 15>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 20>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 20>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "trimmed mohawk">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 20>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 25>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 25>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "wild mohawk">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 25>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 20>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 20>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "braided ponytail">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 20>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 20>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 20>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "tidy mane">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 20>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 25>>Anton and Slavic exchange nervous glances, one of them looking over his shoulder to ensure Pierre was still busy. "You can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," they whisper in unison, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Hairstyle Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 25>>Slavic walks out of sight as Anton checks the coins you've poured into his paws. "Alright monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he rumbles, "This is about right, Pierre will be here shortly." Just as the minotaur turns however, the pink-haired fox zooms into view, his face full of malice and his paws overflowing with dangerous looking ==weapons== instruments. "SLAVIC!" Pierre roars, brandishing a massive blade a little too close to your face, "Steady the client, now!" "Yes monsieur Pierre!" Slavic replies just as Pierre shuffles out of sight. The minotaur returns to view with a //gigantic// adamantium //hammer// slung over one hulking shoulder. "I'm sorry monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "But Pierre's hairstyling methods are award winning and prone to being stolen by his competitors, so rest assured this only happens for hair//styling//." Before you could leap off your seat, that monstrous mallet comes crashing into your cranium with a thundering //KAPOW//! You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally came too you realised your head already felt different and it wasn't the lump left by Slavic's hammer. Looking in the mirror, you see that you finally have the hairstyle you wanted. Satisfied, you wait till your concussion has passed before getting up. <<set $PlayerHairstyle to "wild mane">><<set $PlayerMoney -= 25>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''Your hairstyle is now a <<print $PlayerHairstyle>>'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 100>>"PIERRE JEANPIERRE DOES NOT WORK FOR FREE!" wails the pink-haired fox from behind one of his muscly minotaur minions, who is only barely managing to hold him back, "YAAARGHH!" Perhaps you should come back when you can afford hair growth. [[Back|Irongard Body Hair Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 100>>Before Slavic could direct you into the nearest available chair, Pierre all but explodes with joy, literally ramming his assistants away as he //wrenches// you off the floor and smashes you into one of the mechanical recliners. "Slavic! Anton!" he snaps, somehow summoning his minions to him, "//Strip!//" Instead of removing //your// clothes, as you had expected, the monstrously muscular minotaurs on either sides of your chair immediately dig their huge, meaty fingers into their tunics and all but tear the fabric off their massive bodies. Pierre has pulled your legs apart and is now standing right before your crotch, his devilish grin making you a little more uncomfortable than you'd like to be. Without asking, the fox grabs your <<print $PlayerCurrentClothes>> and pulls the entire thing off you, only managing //not// to rip everything thanks to his unusually dextrous assistants. Anton places your clothes into a bag and hangs it from a hook by the side of your headrest. "Lower him!" is the single command, and you quickly find your chair in a completely horizontal position, your legs still wide apart as the two minotaurs take a moment to compare biceps. Pierre, the only one who still had his clothes on, immediately chastises them. "Slavic! Anton!" the fox almost growls, chucking a pink towel into the air, "Enough dawdling! We move to zee next phase!" The pink towel is warm, fresh, and moist. The minotaurs waste no time folding it and placing it over your eyes. Now that you couldn't see anything, you soon found your other senses enhanced just a little to make up for it. Pierre was talking animatedly now, even chuckling as his assistants begin... growling and moaning? Now just what was going on out there? Before you could remove the towel, either Slavic's or Anton's huge paw reaches down to stop you. Loud ripping sounds were filling the air now, the unmistakable sounds of powerful cocks throbbing madly filling the air as the orgasmic moans grew ever more intense. "Oui!" Pierre's voice calls out from before you, "More! I shall create another Samson with zees one! I shall!" The thundering //UUGHHHs// and //AAAHHGGNNs// hit a sudden climax, the rumble of massive testicles churning with seed reaching unprecedented levels as what sounded like massive blasts of cum explode into huge, hairy fists. "MORE!" roars Pierre, forcing his muscly minotaur minions to cum even harder. Based on the size of the paws pressed against your body, you can only assume the fox is having the time of his life smearing thick, musky minotaur juice all over you. Surprisingly though, it's rather soothing having such hot fluids rubbed across your body, and soon enough you're snoozing like a log. When you finally come to, you see that the towel has been removed and your entire body still tinges from being massaged from all that testosterone. If that didn't stimulate any hair growth, nothing would! <<if $PlayerBodyHair < 7>><<set $PlayerBodyHair += 1>>Satisfied, you decided to get off your chair so you could make payment at the counter, where Anton and Slavic (now dressed) were patiently waiting for you with smug grins on their furry faces. <<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You now have additional body hair.'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]] <<elseif $PlayerBodyHair >= 7>>Unfortunately, a quick inspection suggest you in fact did not get any harrier. Anton and Slavic seem to think so too, for the moment you get up they're upon you and inspecting you closely. "Yep," says the closer of the two, "Nothing, but we're still going to have to charge you for this, sorry!" <<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 50>>Slavic purses his lips at your request. "I do not think you can't afford this monsieur <<print $PlayerName>>," he grunts, "Please pick something else." [[Back|Irongard Body Hair Change]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 50>>"WHAT?!" Pierre wails from Anton's arms, "NON! ZE HAIR IS ZE BEST PART! NON!" You turn just in time to see Slavic rushing off to help Anton wrestle the frantic Pierre onto the ground. Their broad backs block out most of the action, but by the time they're done Pierre had been both gagged and bound. The minotaurs exchange a few hurried words before Anton hurries into the back room with a raging, struggling Pierre over one muscular shoulder. As if nothing had happened at all, Slavic shuffles back to you, a big grin on his face and a curious sparkle in his eye. "Let's get to work on you shall we? And don't you worry about Pierre monsieur, he'll be back out and normal again long before we're done." (EDIT: Due to the extraordinary levels of pain associated with the process of waxing some of your more sensitive body bits, the text here has been omitted due to extreme graphic detail and general unpleasantness.) Satisfied, if not completely exhausted from the hair removal process, you pay Slavic his fee as he helps you off your chair. <<set $PlayerBodyHair to 0>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 50>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You no longer have any body hair.'') [[Back|Irongard Tonsorium]]<<endif>>

The interior of the Pyrewood Lounge had a soft, almost cosy feeling to it. Soft purple drapes hung from the low ceiling, the wispy smoke drifting from the nearby fire pits filling the place with a rustic, earthy warm that contrasted, yet complimented the establishment's modern-yet-rustic design. Above your head floated magical, shimmering crystals you knew to be the main source of illumination. There were no true tables or chairs here, for seating existed in the form of ring-shaped holes built into the floor, each surrounding a stone or wooden slab filled with whatever foods and drink customers could order. While not exactly crowded, most of the tables had already been taken up by customers getting comfortable with the plush purple pillows, a good number of them (especially the more muscled ones) had already removed their shirts and were busy rubbing the silken fabrics against each other. Darin, the lounge's extremely muscular but awfully well-dressed proprietor is manning the counter. By the looks of his mantled robes, you figure he's one of the many mages occupying Irongard's Enchanting District. It would also probably explain why, thick chops and bushy beard aside, the human looked so youthful. [[Darin|Irongard Lounge Darin]] [[Leave|Irongard Enchanting District]]

Darin's gaze literally twinkles at your approach, so much so you were certain there be some form of magic at work. "Welcome to the Pyrewood Lounge," Darin says warmly, "Now what can I do for you?" [[I'm looking for work|Irongard Darin Prostitution Check]] [[Tell me about this Lounge|Irongard Darin Tell Lounge]] [[Tell me about the District|Irongard Darin Tell District]] [[Back|Irongard Pyrewood Lounge]]

The wizard thinks for a moment, allowing you the chance to ogle the huge-ass biceps bulging through his sleeves, before snapping his fingers. "Ah ha!" he says, "While I don't have any work for you at the moment, I //do// believe I checked in a few... guests... this morning. Now I'm not saying I'm spying on them in any which way or form, but if you head to the rooms about now I'm sure you'll find someone in need of your services. Darin points you to a set of rounded wooden doors at the far end of the lounge. "Just look for the red sashes tied to the doorknobs, you can't go wrong there." [[Sure thing!|Irongard Lounge Prostitution]] [[Nevermind|Irongard Lounge Darin]]

"Well, if you look carefully around the Enchanting District you'd realise everything tends to be boxy and rigid and square. There quite literally isn't any place to relax besides one's own home and even then you'll have the muscle mages and understudies to warlocks lugging back all their work so they can continue it from the comfort of home... not very productive if you asked me." The bearded mage spreads his arms to draw attention to the lounge, not to the chiselled pectoral muscles bulging through his robes as you first thought. "And so one day I decided I had had enough and commissioned this place. And now not only do the locals have a place to relax at the end of each day, we also have more visitors streaming in from both within and without." "It's good for business," Darin says with a wink, "Among other things." [[Back|Irongard Lounge Darin]]

Darin thinks for a moment, as if carefully considering your question, before answering. "I suppose I could go on and on about the Enchanting District's rich history, but I'll just give you a quick summary. The Enchanting District is the resident magic district within Irongard's walls, but unlike the boring, studious magic that breeds scrawniness and irritability we like to pride ourselves on more... practical things. The bearded wizard grins and flexes his awesome pectoral muscles, causing them to bounce within the confines of his robes. "Our most famous muscle mage is the Beefomancer – and it's not because his tower looks like a giant, veiny cock with a wild bush bristling around the base. Trust me on this one, it's best to visit him yourself if you want to know more about him." "Oh and the thing I said about us not really being into boring, studious magic. That doesn't mean we don't have a library documenting our work, the Librarium is two blocks down to the east from where we are now. If you ever feel like perusing spell books riddled with illustrations of gigantically muscled bodybuilders channelling powerful sex magic through their just as gigantically muscled penises, that's the place to go!" "As for the shopping, we have a reagent shop at the other end of the street and parlour specialising in clothing for wizards. There is also a... new place that just moved in from the Merchant's District. The owner's this hulking brute of a donkey named Derek, and thrust me on this one, most people just go in to gawk at him instead of buying anything." "And speaking of gawking, there's one more thing you //must// know about this place. Magic here works differently from what you might be used to back home. See, the //fuel// for all magic isn't 'mana' or 'magicka' or some other rubbish like that – it's cum! That's right! All our magical power comes from our balls, which would explain why some of the most //potent// mages here have such massive nuts just pulsing against their musclebound crotches! The bigger your balls, the more magical energy you have to expend!" The clearly excited Darin looks ready to leave you with a smug-yet-mysterious grin when he catches himself. "Oh!" he adds, "That's not to say ball size is all that matters, sure there are correlations, but at the end of the day the most //powerful// mage has to rely on his cock. The penis is the single best conduit for magical power you see, and the bigger, the more muscular one's cock is, the more potential he has for incontestable and incomparable magical power." Darin quivers slightly and quickly presses his palms against the surface of his counter, his eyebrows bouncing as he grins at you knowingly. [[Back|Irongard Lounge Darin]]

Making your way into the Lounge's guest chambers, you see that the hallways here are just as opulently-yet-tastefully decorated as the parlour outside. Although you figured the interior had been magically enlarged somehow – not surprising given the magical nature of this place. After spending some time traversing the plush carpeting, you find yourself before a door with a crimson, silken sash bound to the doorknob. It seems whoever was in this room was direly in need of some loving and would also be willing to pay you for your services. Do you go in? [[Yes|either("Lounge Prostitution 1")]] [[Back|Irongard Pyrewood Lounge]]

Puffing out your chest, you undo the red sash from the doorknob and push your way in, satisfied that the guest had left it unlocked. The interior of the room is curiously large – probably magically enlarged if you guessed right – and well furnished with pristine, silken furniture. Aside from the piles upon piles of scrolls and books scattered over all the nearby desks and chairs, the place looked rather neat and tidy. Moments later, you stumble upon your client – a meek and young looking lion draped in simple robes that marked him out as a novice. He's hunched over a table, clearly flustered and seemingly lost in thought, and does not acknowledge or even notice you until you clear your throat. "GAH!" he screams, actually springing off the floor and landing with a loud //ouf//! Rushing forward, you bend down to help the poor lion to his feet, <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>thankful for all the muscles you've built up thus far<<else>>a somewhat difficult feat despite the lion's slim build<<endif>>. "T-Thanks," the lion stutters, pausing when he spots the red sash in your hand, "Oh! You must be here for... to... to help me!" The lion takes a step back and looks you over, <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>almost tripping over himself when he realises just how muscled you were<<else>>his expression faltering slightly as he takes in your size<<endif>>. <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>"Holy nuts!" he exclaims, already drooling, "You're so much huger than I hoped!"<<else>>"I... I was kind of hoping for someone a little more... muscular," the lion catches himself, "N-Not that you're bad of course, I can make do regardless!"<<endif>> Deciding you'd take control of the situation, you grin your best and motion for the novice wizard to lie down. The lion however, gestures otherwise. "Oh I don't need you for sexual favours," he begins, a lightbulb visibly going off when he stops himself, "I just need you to help me test out some magic that... I'll... cast from... my dick." As the silence begins to grow, the novice chastises himself. "Damn it!" he snaps, turning around and clutching his head, "I keep forgetting how magic works here!" Suddenly energetic, the lion whips back to you and grins. "I'm sorry <<print $PlayerName>>," he says apologetically, "Let's get started shall we?" Agreeing, you allow yourself to be led over to one of the room's antechambers, where a large magical diagram had been drawn into the floorboards with white chalk. "Now I know what you're thinking," the lion admits, indicating the massive circle, "But my cock isn't huge or strong enough to control this much magic, so I'll need this circle to help me along." "Don't worry though," he adds, giving you a pat on the back, "It's just a class seven disarming spell – not enough to do any real damage but enough to stop the guards from dragging me out during my next audition." "Now I'll just need you to sit in this chair and... whoops!" Turning, you see that your foot had landed on one of the magical runes lining the circle, smudging it a little. "That's my bad," the lion quickly says, bending down to inspect the rune, "I shouldn't have pushed you like that, the rune doesn't look too different though so I doubt it'll affect anything, just get seated and I'll get to work, and then we can settle your payment." Eager to get paid, you plop yourself into the waiting chair as the lion takes his place in the circle. "Alright," he whispers, closing his eyes and focusing, "Here goes!" The air around you is immediately filled with a soft humming, a gentle breeze wafting through the air as the novice begins harnessing his magic. Almost immediately do you see a sizeable tent poking through the front of his robes, no doubt due to the magical power pooling within. "T-This always feels //so// good!" moans your client, "No wonder all the best mages have such... //huge// cocks... uughh!" There is a soft spurting sound, before a small stain begins to form where the lion's erection pressed against his robes. "N-No not yet!" he whispers, the gentle breeze slowly lifting his feet off the floor, "M-Must control... cum for fuel... cock... for casting! C-Circle of... yes... the circle!" No sooner did the mention of the circle leave his lips, does the magical diagram below your client spring to life – a soft glow reminiscent of sunlight sweeping across the chalk and bathing the room in warmth. The lion's bulge actually begins to swell then, pushing out and thickening visibly, his penis gorging itself on power and clearly growing such that it may properly cast the spell he had in mind. "Aaaah!" he purrs, shifting slightly as he hovers before you, "So... strange?" Strange? What could be strange about having your cock growing thicker and stronger before you? And then you turn your attention back to the circle, and see to your horror and curiosity that the rune you smudged earlier was glowing a //different// colour – blue! There is a suddenly flash of icy blue light, your client letting out a loud //WOOOAHHH// as he's suddenly flipped about. His eyes wide and unblinking now, it is not long before the entire room is crackling with magical energy, the lion flopping onto the ground and smudging the circle beyond repair. "OOOOH FUCK!" he screams, covering his face with his sleeves when a thundering //KABOOM// rocks through the room. Miraculously, you are able to stay on the chair, seemingly unfazed by the explosion. The same however, could not be said for your client, who was now back in the air and all but wrapped in the strange blue light. "Holy... uughh!" he manages to moan, accidentally doing a cartwheel before returning to a proper levitation stance, "This... feels... //good//!" And then you see it, a throbbing, swelling sex orange just pulsing and pushing through the front of his robes, growing thicker, //bigger//, harder than anything you had yet seen. "RRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" thunders your client, his robes filling to bursting in mere seconds, "SUCH RAW... UNBRIDLED //POWER//! RRAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" There is a loud //BOOM// as a monstrous avalanche of flesh explodes from the front of your client's robes, the front of his inner trousers blowing apart as a monstrous penis, almost three feet long by this point, surges to freedom, spewing pre-cum everywhere and at the same time draining the blue energy straight from the circle! "MOOOOOORRREEEE!" Somehow, your client doesn't grow any more muscular than he is. Already a monstrous bodybuilder ready to flex free of his robes, it seems the only thing growing now was the lion's five and a half foot building wrecker. It was just so fucking thick, wider than a barrel and capped with a cockhead that just throbbed with an almost hypnotic //thump thump thump//! "SUCH POWER!" your client screams again, his voice nearly two octaves deeper than it should have been, "LET'S SEE THEM STOP ME NOW, I'M GONNA... AAHHH.... GONNA... AAHH AHHHHH... //AAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHH//!" The frigging //deluge// of cum erupted from his cock-slit with such power that thing must have been stretched an entire foot apart. Rivers upon rivers of cum crashed against you with the force of a tsunami, your floating client bucking and roaring as you are all but flung from the chair and slammed into the opposing wall. <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>Your muscles flexing powerful, you manage to push against the blast long enough to escape, flopping onto the floor and bucking as your own orgasm takes hold, brought on by all the power-cum you had just ingested.<<else>>Despite your best efforts, you are unable to free yourself from the seemingly unending cum blast, your muscles too weak to battle the crashing storm even as your cock begins exploding with an orgasm of your own.<<endif>> After goodness knows how long, your client's orgasm finally calm, the muscular lion flopping onto his circle. As you get up, you see his body wrapped again in that same blue glow, only this time it was seeping from beneath his robes and vanishing into the floor. "Oh god damn!" he cries, clearly disappointed as his once monstrous-beyond-reason schlong begins deflating back to its original size, "Why does this keep happening!" As you help him to his feet, the lion all but shrinks to his usual form. "Aw!" he grumbles, palming his now noodle-like arms and openly groping his crotch, "How am I not keeping any of that //size//!" After a few more seconds of grumbling, the lion suddenly stops and turns to face you, his furry face grinning warmly. "On the flip side," he squeaks, "I did pull off one of my //best// ever disarming spells, if what I did to you was any indication... <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>though you did manage to free yourself from the blast, and now I know my blast won't be powerful enough to totally disarm a guard the next time they chuck me from an audition, so thanks for helping me out! I'm really pleased with the results, so you've definitely earned your bonus!<<else>>though I do wish you were more muscular, that way I would be able to gauge just how powerful my blast has to be in order to properly disarm the guards the next time I flop an audition. Maybe you could come back when you've beefed up a bit. Once you're muscular enough to help my proper I'll be glad to give you a bonus for your services. <<endif>>" <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>><<set $PlayerMoney += 35>><<else>><<set $PlayerMoney += 15>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>(''You have gained 35 coins.'')<<else>>(''You have gained 15 coins.'')<<endif>> [[Leave|Irongard Pyrewood Lounge]]

'' While none of these cheats should break your game, please SAVE FIRST anyway.'' While not particularly large, the strange artefact was no doubt a statue depicting some kind of superhuman bodybuilding god. Carved out of the finest, whitest marble, the hulking, impossibly muscular unicorn boasted such a physique you knew you would never be able to control your orgasms should you ever meet the man/god who inspired this miniature. Still, a simple glance at the strange magic bristling from the statue's colossal erection told you all you needed to know. This artefact wasn't going to last forever, but while it was still here it could bestow upon you such great power it might as well be cheating. Oh wait! It is! [[Boost Muscle|Cheat Boost Muscle]] [[Boost Cock|Cheat Boost Cock]] [[Boost Balls|Cheat Boost Balls]] [[Boost Height|Cheat Boost Height]] [[Boost Body Hair|Cheat Boost Body Hair]] [[Money Shot|Cheat Boost Money]] [[Get Swoleberry Bunch|Cheat Boost Ingredients]] [[MAXIMUM POWER!|Cheat Max All]] [[Whimpification|Cheat Min All]] [[Back|Player Home Base]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">>

Muscle increased by 3 <<set $PlayerMuscle += 3>> <<return>>

Cock increased by 2 <<set $PlayerCockSize += 2>> <<return>>

Balls increased by 1 <<set $PlayerBallSize += 1>> <<return>>

Height increased by .3 <<set $PlayerHeight += 3>> <<return>>

Body Hair increased by 1 <<set $PlayerBodyHair += 1>> <<return>>

You can only squeal in pleasure as your cock suddenly erupts, spewing glittering golden cum that quickly solidifies into exactly 4837 coins. <<set $PlayerMoney += 4837>> <<return>>

You are overwhelmed by GODLIKE POWER! All stats maxed. <<set $PlayerHeight to 100>> <<set $PlayerMuscle to 100>> <<set $PlayerCockSize to 72>> <<set $PlayerBallSize to 60>> <<set $PlayerBodyHair to 7>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion -= 35>> <<return>>

You feel the statue draining you of everything you have. All stats reduced. <<set $PlayerHeight to 55>> <<set $PlayerMuscle to 1>> <<set $PlayerCockSize to 2>> <<set $PlayerBallSize to 0.5>> <<set $PlayerBodyHair to 0>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 100>> <<return>>

You have arrived at the ''Embassy to Hell''. The Embassy looms over you like a twisted amalgamation of wicked black metal and hellish, unholy fire. In the distance, towering over the surrounding hellscape, the castle sits surrounded and defended by a myriad of lava lakes and sulphurous vents, the vast majority of them releasing gouts of dark gasses in very systematic and very predictable intervals. From your vantage point behind the protective fencing (and the protective energy fields woven between the grilling), you can make out several obviously muscular beings, probably demons by the looks of their horns and the fact they were bathing in the lava lakes whilst letting loose undeniably orgasmic howls audible even from where you stood. Why, you could even make out a number of them sticking their gigantic cocks through the surface of the bubbling lava pools, great ropes of thick white juice shooting everywhere as they kissed and flexed and worshipped each other as though their plane was going down. Your curiosity quipped, and you decide to approach the lone gatekeeper standing before the Embassy's grand entrance. The monstrous demon guard is huger than reason and so muscular it's no wonder he's only armoured in a set of bulky pauldrons, gauntlets and boots. Like the diabolical looking castle he guards, his armour appears to be made from the same dark metal. <<if $PlayerHeight < 120>>The spectacularly muscular, red-furred stallion-beast looks down between his incredible pectoral slabs and snorts at your brave, if not foolish, approach.<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 120>>The spectacularly muscular, red-furred stallion-beast tilts his head up as you near, his herculean shoulder muscles roiling with power at your brave, if not foolish, approach. <<endif>> His glowing, infernal eyes flashes through the unholy darkness of his helmet's interior, as if daring you to try anything funny so he can unleash the herculean man-cock barely contained within the bulging, pre-cum-soaked loincloth wrap barely hanging onto his muscled crotch. A simple glance is more than enough to intimate you, <<if $PlayerCockSize < 48>>for here stood a monster whose probably four foot cock was surely thicker, huger, and infinitely more muscular than yours.<<elseif $PlayerCockSize >= 48>> for despite you obviously owning the bigger, more muscular cock, there was no doubt in your mind that this hellish beast possessed a dong far stronger than yours could ever be.<<endif>> If he decide to use it, there was no doubt you'd either be in a world of a hurt or in such ecstasy you'd probably forget your own name. As if responding to your staring, the stallion-demon's cock suddenly swells, the fabric straining loudly as his member begins to unroll, growing and inch or two and rising upwards before suddenly halting. The gatekeeper makes a controlled exhalation, his brawny, richly-haired chest rising and falling as his massive dick had had, and slowly, very slowly, he begins to soften yet again. "The Embassy is closed to adventurers right now," he growls, the demonic reverberations to his voice causing your knees to shake, "We're still prepping the inside for when the main questline gets implemented so you're not getting in until then, sorry." [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

The General Store is currently manned by a bored looking <<print either("rhino","surfer dude","lion")>> with an eyepatch over one eye. "The General Store doesn't sell anything," he drawls at your approach, "We'll gladly take anything off your hands though, if you're looking to make a quick buck." "Oh and there's a strict no refund policy, once I hand you your coins there's no getting your stuff back." __Your available items:__ <> <<if $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues >= 1>>[[Military Fatigues|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 5; $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues>> | 5 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness >= 1>>[[Leather Harness|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 10; $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness>> | 10 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesChainHarness >= 1>>[[Chain Harness|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 25; $PlayerClothesChainHarness -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesChainHarness>> | 25 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness >= 1>>[[Studded Harness|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 30; $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness>> | 30 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBondageStraps >= 1>>[[Bondage Straps|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 20; $PlayerClothesBondageStraps -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesBondageStraps>> | 20 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks >= 1>>[[Purple Trunks|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 10; $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks>> | 10 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks >= 1>>[[Scarlet Trunks|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 20; $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks>> | 20 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts >= 1>>[[White Boardshorts|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 15; $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts>> | 15 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts >= 1>>[[Orange Boardshorts|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 25; $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts>> | 25 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini >= 1>>[[Lime Green Mankini|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 30; $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini>> | 30 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit >= 1>>[[Beekeeper Suit|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 20; $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit -=1]] (<<print $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit>> | 30 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Orc Juice|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 50; $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial -=1]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial>> | 50 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Bull Brew|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 40; $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial -=1]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial>> | 40 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Horse Draught|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 50; $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial -=1]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial>> | 50 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice >= 1>>[[Slice of Fruit Cake|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 30; $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice -=1]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice>> | 30 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Shrinking Solution|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 10; $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial -=1]] (<<print $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial>> | 10 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerToyDildoRegular >= 1>>[[Regular Dildo|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 30; $PlayerToyDildoRegular -=1]] (<<print $PlayerToyDildoRegular>> | 30 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe >= 1>>[[Deluxe Dildo|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 50; $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe -=1]] (<<print $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe>> | 50 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngHighlandHoney >= 1>>[[Highland Honey|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 5; $PlayerIngHighlandHoney -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>> | 5 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngHornysuckle >= 1>>[[Hornysuckle|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 6; $PlayerIngHornysuckle -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>> | 6 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMinoMilk >= 1>>[[Mino "Milk"|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 10; $PlayerIngMinoMilk -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>> | 10 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMistletoe >= 1>>[[Mistletoe|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 5; $PlayerIngMistletoe -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngMistletoe>> | 5 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1>>[[Pristine Water|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 2; $PlayerIngPristineWater -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngPristineWater>> | 2 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 1>>[[Ribleaf|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 4; $PlayerIngRibleaf -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngRibleaf>> | 4 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRutweed >= 1>>[[Rutweed|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 5; $PlayerIngRutweed -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngRutweed>> | 5 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSpunkmoss >= 1>>[[Spunkmoss|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 7; $PlayerIngSpunkmoss -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>> | 7 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSwoleberry >= 1>>[[Swoleberry|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 10; $PlayerIngSwoleberry -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngSwoleberry>> | 10 coins) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngVolatileRum >= 1>>[[Volatile Rum|Irongard General Store][$PlayerMoney += 3; $PlayerIngVolatileRum -=1]] (<<print $PlayerIngVolatileRum>> | 3 coins) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>><<display "DebugPlayerClothing">>

You have arrived at ''Muscle Beach''. Lining the rugged, rocky coastline for miles in either direction, the pristine white sands of Muscle Beach were filled to the brim with hulking, bulging bodybuilders of all shapes and sizes. Nearly every single one of them was clad in nothing save for the skimpiest and most enhancing of posing trunks, their heaving baskets drawing almost as much attention as the spectacularly sculptured muscles swelling from their gorgeously oiled bodies. As you make your way down to the sands, you <<print either("pass two musclebound hyenas, twins by the looks of it, so savagely making out with each other you're pretty darn sure that's cum spilling from the gaps in their shorts","spot one colossal and utterly naked dragon hulk, almost eight feet tall and easily four to five hundred frigging pounds of unbridled muscle, moaning with pleasure as a harem of much smaller bodybuilders battled for the right to worship the titanic cock throbbing between his monstrous quads","almost run into a tall, bronzed, square-jawed human muscleman in sunglasses. His pectoral muscles are almost inhumanly developed, capped with think nipples that pointed toward the ground thanks to all that mass bulging behind them. If you didn't know better, you'd mistake this guy for a movie star back home")>>. Given the nature of this place, <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>you are not surprised to find yourself mostly ignored by the pumped up musclemen populating it. <<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20 and $PlayerMuscle < 40>>you are not surprised to find yourself drawing stares wherever you go, more than one person even throwing you a sly wink at your passing. <<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 40 and $PlayerMuscle < 100>>it is no wonder there are people actually quivering at your approach, so many of them, bodybuilders to muscle worshippers alike, clutching their suddenly hardened erections as they gawk at your herculean musculature.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 100>>you are not surprised to see people openly creaming themselves at the mere sight of your superhumanly developed god-muscles. Why, a good number of them were passing out even before their cocks were done spewing juice.<<endif>> [[The Iron Pumper|Muscle Beach Gym Entrance]] [[Benton's Beachwear Emporium|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

If there could ever be a definition for colourfulness, then this was it. Not surprising for a store located smack in the middle of Muscle Beach, Benton's Beachwear Emporium had been festooned with brightly coloured shirts, shorts, and all manners of skimpy posing tongs. Keeping in with the tropical agenda, there must have been a dozen palm trees crammed into the tiny space. Garlands and wreaths of orchids and other tropical flowers dangled from the ceiling and across the ponderous pectoral muscles of the store's sales attendants. Benton, the magnificently musclebound bear after which the store was named, all but springs from behind the counter as you enter, his grin displaying teeth so pearly and white you're almost blinded. "Welcome, welcome!" booms the humongous Benton, his beefy six-pack rippling in excitement, "Feel free to browse my good customer! If you need anything, Benton is more than ready to help!" [[Purple Trunks (100 coins)|Player Muscle Beach Purple Trunks]] [[Scarlet Trunks (200 coins)|Player Muscle Beach Scarlet Trunks]] [[White Boardshorts (150 coins)|Player Muscle Beach White Boardshorts]] [[Orange Boardshorts (250 coins)|Player Muscle Beach Orange Boardshorts]] [[Lime Green Mankini (300 coins)|Player Muscle Beach Lime Green Mankini]] [[Leave|Muscle Beach Base]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 100>>You see Benton's massive right pec flex in slight frustration. "You're going to need more than that if you want to buy this," explains the monstrously muscular bear, "Pick something else or come back when you have more cash." [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 100>>"Ah, the quintessential swimming trunks for whenever you feel like showing off your muscles on the beach, good choice." <<set $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Purple Trunks for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks>>'') [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 200>>You see Benton's massive right pec flex in slight frustration. "You're going to need more than that if you want to buy this," explains the monstrously muscular bear, "Pick something else or come back when you have more cash." [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 200>>"Did you know the colour red really gets people going? It's especially true here where all the guys wearing red are six feet three and bursting with so much muscle I still don't get how they can do splits in the sand." <<set $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 200>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Scarlet Trunks for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks>>'') [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 150>>You see Benton's massive right pec flex in slight frustration. "You're going to need more than that if you want to buy this," explains the monstrously muscular bear, "Pick something else or come back when you have more cash." [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 150>>"Careful when wearing these on the beach, there are so many people out there being blinded by muscle we don't need anyone getting too much glare from the sun." <<set $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 150>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 White Boardshorts for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts>>'') [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 250>>You see Benton's massive right pec flex in slight frustration. "You're going to need more than that if you want to buy this," explains the monstrously muscular bear, "Pick something else or come back when you have more cash." [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 250>>"Careful when wearing these on the beach, there are so many people out there being blinded by muscle we don't need anyone getting too much glare from the sun." <<set $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 250>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Orange Boardshorts for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts>>'') [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 300>>You see Benton's massive right pec flex in slight frustration. "You're going to need more than that if you want to buy this," explains the monstrously muscular bear, "Pick something else or come back when you have more cash." [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 300>>"Oh this is a good one, the last time I put on a mankini I left so many people writhing in the sand from their orgasms I actually lost business! They just had that much difficulty walking with erections so stiff! You have fun with this now!" <<set $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 300>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Lime Green Mankini for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini>>'') [[Back|Muscle Beach Beachwear Shop]]<<endif>>

As expected for a place named Muscle Beach, a sprawling gym had been built inside a ginormous, hexagonal tent set up near one of the busier boardwalks. Despite the natural ventilation, the Iron Pumper all but stinks of sex and testosterone, no doubt due to all the growling, grunting bodybuilders brutalising their juiced up muscles with weights so heavy it was a wonder the gym hadn't yet sank into the sand. Structurally, there isn't any actual ceiling aside from the sloping canvas nearly six whole stories above you. What few walls available looked to be made of adamantium, just like the weights, and were covered in mirrors so gym goers could watch their form. While there was a race track circling the premise, it was understandably underused with most patrons choosing instead to pump some of the heaviest iron imaginable. Guarding the entrance were a pair of bouncers so monstrously muscular it was a wonder they bothered wearing shirts alongside their overfilled posing trunks. It looks like they were there to ensure everyone, no matter how brawny, paid the 15 coin entrance fee to the Iron Pumper. <<if $PlayerMoney < 15>>==Pay (15 coins)==<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 15>>[[Pay (15 coins)|Muscle Beach Gym][$PlayerMoney -= 15]]<<endif>> [[Back|Muscle Beach Base]]

Upon entering the gym proper, you find yourself surrounding by tons of heavy-looking equipment and adamantium weights. You could probably get about with your workout right now if you wished. Nearby, you see the entranceway into a hexagonal structure walled off from the rest of the gym. That must be where the showers were. [[Pump Iron|Muscle Beach Pump Iron]] [[Showers|Muscle Beach Showers]] [[Leave|Muscle Beach Base]]

Deciding you've had a long day, you waste no time slipping into your tent and crawling into your sleeping bag. It is not long before you are sleeping soundly. Soon enough, you wake to find yourself completely refreshed and rejuvenated. (''You are relaxed and well rested'')<<set $PlayerExhaustion to 0>> [[Back|Player Home Base]]

Deciding you could use more muscle mass, you close in on the nearest weight rack and help yourself to <<if $PlayerMuscle < 10>>the smallest, lightest dumbbells you could find<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 10 and $PlayerMuscle < 20>>some decently-sized plates for your barbell<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20 and $PlayerMuscle < 30>>a pair of large, hefty dumbbells from the heavier end<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 30>>the hugest, heaviest weights it could offer<<endif>>. <<if $PlayerExhaustion > 70>>However, you are so tired you nearly drop them, and so you quickly return the weights to the rack before your fingers gave way. Perhaps you should get some rest before you really hurt yourself.<<else>>Easing yourself into a nearby bench, you begin to pump, ever keeping an eye on the mirror to ensure a proper form. Working out is tiring work, and after a series of exercises targeting the various muscle groups in your body you finally feel yourself petering out. Knowing better than to over-train and risk injury, you return your weights and return to the bench to let your muscles recover. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 38>><<set $PlayerMuscle += 1>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 30>>(''You feel stronger'')<<else>>Unfortunately, you're so strong by this point it doesn't look as though the workout has benefited you at all. Perhaps you should seek out heavier weights or other forms of embiggering your muscles.<<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>><<endif>><<endif>> [[Back|Muscle Beach Gym]]

Curiously for a place so dedicated to the muscled male form, the Iron Pumper's locker room had been subtly cordoned off from the rest of the gym by the same large canvas sheets comprising the rest of the tent. Inside, you note that all the showering stalls were hexagonal in shape and arranged in neat bundles of three. All the stalls were occupied at the moment, save one. Curiously, the neighbouring stall had a bright green door with the letters 'VIP' plastered in front. <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 0>>Despite Malkorok is no longer hogging it, it appears locked for repairs, no doubt due to all the cum still stuck to its walls.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>Judging by the deep grunts and moans audible through the noise of the water, it sounds like someone was busy jerking himself under a hot shower.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>As always, the cascade of the shower did little to hide the sensual moans no doubt belonging to a Malkorok busy beating off his massive dick with the help of some hot water.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>Malkorok is actually growling and grunting like some rutting muscle-beast, no doubt due to the boost you gave him. He might have turned up the blast of his hot shower, but that did not stop you from picking up the tell-tale splatters of thick, viscous fluids being blasted against the walls of the stall.<<endif>> [[Shower|Muscle Beach Shower Stall]] [[Back|Muscle Beach Gym]]

<<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 0 >>Eager to wash up after an undoubtedly exciting trip to muscle beach, you waste no time turning the shower to max and helping yourself to generous amounts of complimentary shampoo and showering gel. As you bathe, you can't help but notice how Malkorok's glory hole was still there and capped with the disc. You could probably still open it, but there probably wasn't going to be a massive orc-dong waiting for you on the other side. Deciding you've stood under the shower long enough, you quickly towel off and leave so other gym goers could have their turn.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>Eager to get wet, you quickly zip into the stall and lock it behind you. The showers here were wide and powerful, and soon enough you were helping yourself to the plethora of showering goods the Iron Pumper had so graciously provided for the benefit of their patrons. Despite the powerful blasts of water nearly deafening you, you can still make out the lewd moans coming from the green-doored stall beside you. The presence of a large disc screwed into the same side of the wall was certainly suspicious too. It did not help that it looked very much like the cover for a //very// large glory hole, and that it was positioned around crotch level certainly lent your suspicions some weight. Your curiosity continues to grow as you towel off. That really was one mighty large glory hole. Just how huge a cock was it designed for?<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>A little aroused from being this close to Malkorok's stall, you slip into the showers and lock the door behind you. As you're busy enjoying the blast of hot steam and water against your face, you can't help but turn your attention toward Malkorok's glory hole cap. Simply thinking of him was filling your head with images of that colossal green hulk-dong and all the juice it could spew. As you towel off, your attention returns to the disc, the drool pooling in your mouth as you consider your options.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>Whatever thoughts you had about showering were instantly wiped by Malkorok's sheer proximity. The glory hole was still capped, but that did not stop all that extra testosterone from spilling into your stall. Your cock was by now harder than a rock, your brain overflowing with thoughts on just how much enjoyment the green-skinned stud was enjoying his hulked out new muscles... probably a heap ton, given just how many orgasms he seemed to be ploughing through. Somehow, you manage to shower and towel off as you normally do. It doesn't sound like Malkorok needs much help getting off anymore, though opening the glory cap was probably going to grant you access to a throbbing, spurting muscle-god of herculean proportions.<<endif>> [[Glory Hole|Muscle Beach Glory Hole]] [[Leave|Muscle Beach Gym]]

<<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 0 >>Deciding you'd try your luck, you uncap the glory hole and stare at it expectedly. Not surprisingly, no uber-muscular orc cock comes bursting through in its eagerness for you to worship it. Unsure of what you were expecting, you replace the cap and return to the gym.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>Deciding to investigate, you uncap the glory hole and stare at it expectedly. The string of grunts and moans ceases for a brief moment, before a thundering "//OH HELL YEAH//" booms from beyond the wall. Before you can react, something //huge// and //green// comes slamming through the hole like a torpedo, instinctively causing you to jump back and nearly slip on the slippery marble. After picking your jaws off the floor, you see to your shock that the huge green torpedo was actually a penis – a huge, green, and //very// muscular penis. The organ was completely erect and just //pulsing// with arousal, the entire writhing surface aside from the head riddled with thick, throbbing veins the thickness of your little finger. Judging by how the swollen mushroom head of that cock had turned a dark shade of olive, you knew whoever this two-foot monster belonged to really needed help getting off.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>Eager for Malkorok's oversized muscle-cock, you waste no time uncapping the glory hole. Malkorok must have been ready for this, for even before the cap was fully removed does that monstrous, olive-green sex-log come bursting through. As always, the entire thing is just throbbing in anticipation, so many veins running across the surface it's no wonder the swollen mushroom head had turned such a dark shade of green. If the rate that monster pulsed was any indication, Malkorok wasn't very far from another titanic release.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>As if knowing your hand was closing in on the glory hole, Malkorok all but smashes his hulking schlong through the gap, punching the cap into the other wall and //growling// sensually. Now that he had over a hundred extra pounds of raw muscle to pump with, it was no wonder that oversized dong was at last spewing its thick, salty ambrosia without you having to help him along.<<endif>> <> <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1 or $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2 or $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>[[Blowjob|Muscle Beach Malkorok Cock Suck]] <<endif>> <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2 and $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Orc Juice|Muscle Beach Malkorok Orc Juice]] <<endif>> [[Leave|Muscle Beach Gym]] <<endnobr>>

<<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>Unable to resist such a magnificent penis, you're soon kneeling before the enormous cockhead. Whoever this cock belonged to clearly went a long time without beating one out, for simply breathing on the cockhead was causing the entire organ to quake in pleasure. Strangely enough, there was no pre-cum oozing from the inch-long meatus, you figured someone with a cock this huge would be creaming himself with the slightest of effort.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>With Malkorok's glorious green cock just throbbing and jerking right there, you soon find yourself kneeling before the swollen head. It was clear Malkorok had gone some time without an orgasm, for his helmet was already thick with blood and almost begging for you to suck it. As always, there was no pre-cum oozing from the inch-long meatus.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>The sight of Malkorok's huge dick spurting cum like a leaky faucet is unbearable hot! Before you know it, you're kneeling before the throbbing cockhead, your nostrils burning from the heady scents as you lather your face with his cum.<<endif>> Leaning in close, you press your lips against the swollen mushroom head, your tongue teasing the cum-hole as you ran your hands down the slick, veiny surface. A loud, lewd moan from behind the wall all but confirms your suspicions, and spurs you on. Not wanting to keep the owner of this monstrous dong waiting, you begin running your tongue across the now-pulsing cum-hole, drawing out the salty beads of pre-cum as you massaged the muscles bulging from across that humongous shaft. <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>The cock's owner's moaning is soon peppered by loud grunts, powerful quivers rocketing back to your face as you begin dipping your tongue into the depths of his foreskin, your pumping of his shaft increasing steadily despite the water drying beneath your hands.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>Malkorok's moans are soon peppered by loud grunts, his cock quivering powerfully as your tongue pushes into the depths of his foreskin, your hands stroking that hulking shaft despite the water drying beneath your hands.<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>> No doubt due to all that extra muscle you pumped into him, Malkorok's savage growls grow even more bestial as you stick your tongue beneath the greenie foreskin. His cock might not have muscled up like the rest of him, but that did not stop it from growing even harder beneath your fingers.<<endif>> Against your lips, you could feel the green helmet steadily growing, so much blood being pumped from the undoubtedly muscular crotch at the other end of the wall you could feel the heat surging through the veins pressing against your hands. Knowing you had moments to enjoy this before the head grew too huge, you all but gobble it in, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you pressed your tongue into the cock-hole, suckling and licking and kissing it all at once. Just as you were busy enjoying yourself, a loud //FUCK// rings through the locker room, the cockhead suddenly throbs, the shaft of that mighty dick hardening against all odds beneath your fingers. Your head is all but forced back as your mouth is pushed out, a thundering //WOOOOAAARGHHHH// deafening you as a massive wad of cum explodes against your face, the heady scents surging through your nostrils and leaving your cock so hard you nearly cum right there and then. No longer in control of that surging, flexing cock, it is all you can do to press your mouth against the erupting cum-slit. Hot white juice splashes against your face as you battle to drink it all down, even spilling down your chest and dribbling to where your eager cock was bathing in the potent juices. After quite some bit of time, you finally realise the orgasm has ended, and so pull yourself away from the still-swollen muscle-cock. It was starting to soften, the foreskin rolling back across the shrinking head even as cum continues to drip. <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>>"Ooh... //fudge//," pants the rumbling baritone from beyond the wall, "That was... fuck... amazing, your mouth is hot!" "You must be <<print $PlayerName>>, aren't you?" the voice continues, clearly not too concerned about pulling his now semi-erect dick through the too-small hole, "I've had plenty of blowjobs but never from someone with your lips and... //fudge//... this was something else!" "Oh, the names Malkorok by the way," grunts Malkorok, "I'm too used to jerking off with my hands so I need a little help every now and then to get off, feel free to stop by whenever, working out usually gets me horned up as hell and I work out a //lot//." "Anyway, not meaning to be rude, but I think you should clean up and leave, I can't fully soften with someone staring at my cock. It just leaves me... //harder//."<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>"Holy fuck that felt even //better// than the last time!" Malkorok booms from beyond the wall, "<<print $PlayerName>> you sure are something!" "Anyway, not meaning to be rude, but I think you should clean up and leave, I can't fully soften with someone staring at my cock, especially you. It just leaves me... //harder//." <> <<if visited() is 5>>"Then again... would you like to come over?"<<endif>><<endnobr>> <<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>"OH FUCK YEAH!" Malkorok roars, "I FEEL SO FUCKING //HUGE//!" Based on how Malkorok's monstrous dong twists and turns in that glory hole, there is no doubt the green beast was busy flexing and kissing his undoubtedly ginormous biceps. Why, he even manages to get two more pumps through the hole, his cock spurting viscous wads of cum with each slam. "GET THE FUCK HERE RIGHT NOW!" he bellows, "MY MUSCLES NEED SOME //FUCKING// WORSHIP!"<<endif>> <> <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3 or visited() is 5>>[[Malkorok's Stall|Muscle Beach Malkorok Stall]] <<endif>> [[Leave|Muscle Beach Gym]] <<endnobr>><<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 1>><<set $NPCMalkorokCondition to 2>><<endif>>

<<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>>Not wanting to keep your green-skinned companion waiting any longer, you spring out of your stall and pounce toward Malkorok's green door. Before you can reach it, it swings open, a wave of musky, sensual heat assailing your nostrils and knocking the strength from your knees. A pair of arms, olive-green and powerfully muscled, grabs you by the shoulders and hauls you in. Resting on all fours on Malkorok's damp, anti-slip flooring, you shake the clouds from your eyes as your body drank in the thick, heady man-musk permeating every inch of the room. Slowly, your vision focusing, you begin making out the pair of enormous feet a good distance from either side of your head. They were green, as you expected, but judging by how they were positioned you knew for sure Malkorok either possessed balls of gargantuan proportion or quads so brawny they pushed his legs so far apart. Heh, probably //both//. "Oh yeah!" booms Malkorok's awesome baritone, "You're even hotter than I thought!" Habituating to your stall-mate's almost bestial scent, you turn your gaze upward, past Malkorok's herculean hulk-dong, and felt as a gasp was yanked from your lips. <<display IMAGEMalkorok>> "What?" Malkorok chuckles, his tusked face quivering slightly with what you hoped was humour, "Never seen a hairless orc before?" One meaty arm <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 20>>hauls<<else>>helps<<endif>> you up, and you quickly see that <<if $PlayerHeight < 65>>the taller orc is //really// enjoying his time with you<<else>>despite you being the taller man, the musclebound orc is //really// enjoying his time with you.<<endif>> "You know," Malkorok half-growls, half-purrs, "I actually wanted to fuck you senseless, but... well... I didn't think you'd look this nice." For a brief moment, you thought your saw the green skin around Malkorok's cheeks darkening slightly. "So!" continues Malkorok, artlessly changing the subject while he was at it, "You have a place around here or something? We could... hang out a bit... if you like?" [[Sure|Muscle Beach Malkorok Accept]] [[Get Lost|Muscle Beach Malkorok Deny]]<<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>>Physically unable to keep your hulking, green-skinned companion waiting any longer, you all but stumble from your stall, almost lunging toward Malkorok's green door when it suddenly opens. The musky heat assailing your nostrils almost floors you, but thankfully a pair of arms, inhumanly muscled and green like fresh olives, grabs you by the shoulders and hauls you in. Resting on all fours on Malkorok's damp, anti-slip flooring, you shake the clouds from your eyes as your body drank in the thick, heady man-musk permeating every inch of the room. Slowly, your vision focusing, you begin making out the pair of enormous feet a good distance from either side of your head. They were green, as you expected, but judging by how they were positioned you knew for sure Malkorok either possessed balls of gargantuan proportion or quads so brawny they pushed his legs so far apart. Heh, probably //both//. "Aw fuck YEAH!" Malkorok booms, a warm dollop of cum splashing against your back, "That's what I call an ass!" Habituating to your stall-mate's almost bestial scent, you turn your gaze upward, past Malkorok's herculean hulk-dong, and felt as a gasp was yanked from your lips. <<display IMAGEMalkorokBig>> "Yeah that's right," growls the tusked-bodybuilder, his humongous pectoral muscles bulging and bouncing in delight, "Stare at my superhuman (and super-smooth) muscles little pup, stare at the fucking orc-god you grew!" One meaty arm <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 20>>hauls<<else>>helps<<endif>> you up, and you quickly see that <<if $PlayerHeight < 65>>the taller orc is //really// enjoying his time with you<<else>>despite you being the taller man, the musclebound orc is //really// enjoying his time with you.<<endif>> "You know," Malkorok half-growls, half-purrs, "I actually wanted to fuck you senseless, but... well... I didn't think you'd look this nice." For a brief moment, you thought your saw the green skin around Malkorok's cheeks darkening slightly. "So!" continues Malkorok, artlessly changing the subject while he was at it, "You have a place around here or something? We could... hang out a bit... if you like?" [[Sure|Muscle Beach Malkorok Accept]] [[Get Lost|Muscle Beach Malkorok Deny]]<<endif>>

The brawny orc is so delighted by your response his monstrous orc-dong wastes no time flexing itself against his shredded abdominal wall. "Alright!" Malkorok whoops, immediately lunging for a large bag you didn't notice before and tossing it over one mighty shoulder, "I'll see you at your garrison, <<print $PlayerName>>!" As you press yourself against the walls of the stall to make way for your new companion, the musclebound orc suddenly grabs you by the dick, his calloused fingers coiling around your swollen erection and pressing it against a hot, hard palm. When you instinctively yelp, tusked-yet-savage lips are suddenly forced against your own less-savage ones, Malkorok's tongue diving into your mouth as he locks his face against your own. You didn't know how long Malkorok held you in those hulking arms of his, only that your brain shut down mighty quick as you made sweet, sweet love to that orcish face. By the time you could form proper sentences again, Malkorok was already leaving, his rippling bubble butt bidding you goodbye as you scrambled to collect your things before someone spotted you. <<if $NPCMalkorokCondition is 2>><<set $FollowerMalkorokCondition to 2>><<elseif $NPCMalkorokCondition is 3>><<set $FollowerMalkorokCondition to 3>><<endif>> (''You have gained a Follower – Malkorok the Muscular'') <<set $NPCMalkorokCondition to 0>><<set $FollowerMalkorok to 1>><<set $PlayerFollowerCount += 1>> [[Leave|Muscle Beach Gym]]

"O-Oh." Malkorok's expression all but melts at your response. "O-Okay then," he mumbles, turning away to avoid your gaze, "I... I'll just get my things and leave first." As you step aside to let the musclebound orc pass, he turns back to acknowledge you one last time. "T'was nice meeting you <<print $PlayerName>>," he says quietly, "Maybe... maybe in your next life..." As Malkorok leaves, you get a feeling you'll never see him ever again. <<set $NPCMalkorokCondition to 0>> [[Leave|Muscle Beach Gym]]

You decide to inspect your followers. <> <<if $FollowerMalkorok is 1>>Malkorok the Muscular has set up camp in your garrison. <<print either("The musclebound orc is currently blisteringly naked and curling a barbell packed with so much weight the metal was starting to bend.","He was currently lounging across a large, flat rock and twisting his nipples so sensually his cock had swollen into a gargantuan monstrosity that just oozed pre-cum.","You see he's currently 'eating' a very large hot dog, while you're not sure where he got it from, the loud slurping and sucking noises were a clear indication he was enjoying himself.","The hulking orc is currently attempting to squeeze his oversized muscles into a pair of leopard-print underwear, oblivious to the fact it had not been designed for someone as generously endowed as he was.")>> <<endif>> <<if $FollowerBunkar is 1>>Bunkar the Barbarian has moved into the huge, furry yurt he's pitched in your garrison. <<print either("Currently, the bunny is snoozing on a pile of warm furs, his stupendously muscular body is clearly nude save for a furry blanket covering his privates.","He's currently working out like a savage beast rutting his nuts off, one massively oversized dumbbell in each arm and each ear!","The hulking barbarian is playing with his diamond-hard and very muscular nipples for some reason, pinching and twisting them with his huge, brutish fingers and quivering occasionally at the sensations.")>> <<endif>> <<if $FollowerCody is 1>>Cody Morningwood has built a tiny log cabin to serve as his residence in your garrison, complete with an attached hot tub. <<print either("The kangaroo-hunk, shirtless as always, is currently snoozing on a reclining pool chair, his hat shielding his eyes from the sun's glare.","He's looking fresh out of a good long soak, hairy muscles glistening in the sun as he lewdly suckles a strawberry ice pop.","He's currently leaning against his cabin and eyeing you predatorily, his tongue occasionally sliding out to slowly, sensually wet those strong, kissable lips.")>><<endif>> <<endnobr>> <> <<if $FollowerMalkorok is 1>>[[Malkorok the Muscular|Follower Malkorok]] <<endif>> <<if $FollowerBunkar is 1>>[[Bunkar the Barbarian|Follower Bunkar]] <<endif>> <<if $FollowerCody is 1>>[[Cody Morningwood|Follower Cody]] <<endif>> <<endnobr>> [[Back|Player Home Base]]

<<if $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 2>>Malkorok's tusked visage curls into a warm smile at your approach, his amber eyes twinkling in anticipation. Dropping whatever he was doing, the brawny orc swaggers over, positively beaming by now.<<elseif $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 3>>Malkorok's tusked face is wearing a cocky grin, no doubt thanks to all that extra muscle you pumped into his already massive body. Dropping whatever he was doing, the spectacularly muscled orc all but swaggers toward you, his herculean penis so swollen with arousal it was a wonder it did not just blow up in your face right there and then!<<endif>> <<if $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 2>><<display IMAGEMalkorok>><<elseif $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 3>><<display IMAGEMalkorokBig>><<endif>> "<<print $PlayerName>>!" he cheerily booms, "<<print either("I was just thinking about you!","I had a wet dream involving you last night, heh... it was messy alright!","Let me know if you chance upon an unused steel girder, I want to see how quickly I can make you cum from just bending it around this massively muscular cock of mine.","I'm going to need new weight plates soon, you know... to chain to my balls whenever I'm doing squats.")>>" <> [[Check Appearance|Follower Malkorok Appearance]] <<if $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 2 and $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial >= 1>>[[Vial of Orc Juice|Follower Malkorok Orc Juice Vial]] <<endif>> [[Sex|Follower Malkorok Sex]] <<endnobr>> [[Back|Player Followers]]

Malkorok the Muscular is currently a 6 and a half foot tall Orc bodybuilder with smooth, olive-green skin. His jaws are squared and heavy with two tusk-like teeth protruding from his mouth. His brow is thick and his ears pointed but not long. His ash-black hair has been cropped short and left spikey on top. Malkorok's body is <<if $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 2>> amazingly muscular. It is clear that the orc has made serious gains in the gym. His hulking shoulders are so broad and so heavy with muscle you could almost hear them roiling with power. His traps were like bulging, veiny mountains that had devoured almost half of his telephone-pole neck. Malkorok's pecs are huge and menacing; the slightest of movements causing them to flex with such power you're almost drooling at the sight of them. The orc's waist is still narrow compared to the rest of him, only he has put on so much muscle his magnificent eight-pack is reaching freaky proportions. They're bulging out of his gut now, separated by deep carvings that spoke wonders of his exceptionally low body fat. Malkorok's arms are immensely powerful and so damned muscled you doubt he can reach his own face given the sheer girth of his shredded biceps. His triceps were little better, looking more like orgasmic, brawny pillows that could probably push you to orgasm all on their own. His legs have morphed into herculean destroyers, his quads in particular are so brawny and so chiselled you can make out the enormous, teardrop-shaped muscle-mountains that comprise them.<<elseif $FollowerMalkorokCondition is 3>> monstrously muscular. The orc has morphed into some kind of superhuman muscle beast. His shoulders are impossibly wide and hugely muscled. His traps are so muscular by this point you can barely make out his neck from the sides. Pectoral mountains both expansive and inhumanly massive thrust nearly two feet out! Below that magnificently muscular pectoral cliff was a variable wall of impenetrable green cinderblocks. Malkorok's gut is supremely muscular and unbelievably sculptured, so powerful his abs had become they rumbled ominously with every violent flex of pure, unbridled muscle-power. Malkorok's arms are huger than car tires, his arms so powerfully muscular his fucking biceps had biceps! The orc's titanic quads just bulge with barely contained brawn by this point, and you had no doubt he could very well pleasure himself to orgasm without even needing his hands.<<endif>> Below him, Malkorok's throbbing man-dong measures a solid 24 inches. While orcs were stereotypically and traditionally known for being manly and thus huge where it mattered, you highly doubted Malkorok's current size was anything but normal. Why, most orcs didn't even break the two foot mark! Malkorok could probably satisfy anyone and everyone with a cock that massive! Somehow you know each of Malkorok's mega-balls measured exactly 6 inches across. Good grief now weren't those some monstrously muscular testicles! You're slightly surprised the orc wasn't spending half his day viciously jerking out all the extra seed churning within those hulking, veiny orbs. [[Back|Follower Malkorok]]

The abandoned laboratory was strangely out of place in a city as bustling and prosperous as Irongard – where all other structures were greenish and full of life, this one sat grey and forgotten down one of the less travelled walkways of the district. Inside, you find that most of the space has been stacked high with miscellaneous, nondescript furniture. Most of the cabinets are empty and none of the lighting fixtures (even the magical ones) seem to be working. However, you see that the lab's alchemical station is still equipped, probably still functional, and likely able to accommodate your most basic alchemical needs. A closer inspection reveals very primitive looking instruments. You will likely not be extracting very much from your ingredients if you use these tools, thus necessitating a greater volume of ingredients for your creations. A small stack of papers sat under one of the beakers, was that an alchemical recipe? [[Tattered Notes|Irongard Abandoned Lab Notes]] [[Brew Potions|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew]] [[Back|Irongard Alchemy District]]

You uncork the vial and take a whiff of its contents, noting how the headiness and muskiness of the aroma smelled very much like how a real, hairy, muscle-orc would after two or three orgies. Eager to strengthen your muscles, you suck the vial dry in one breath, quivering slightly as the salty juices are absorbed into your bloodstream. Despite you not being an orc, the sensations are intense enough that your cock is hard in an instant. As the juice courses through your veins, you feel every muscle in your body pumping up as they would after a brutal workout. And then, just as quickly as it began, the sensations cease and your dick deflates to its usual size. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 99>><<set $PlayerMuscle += 3>>(''You feel stronger'')<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 100>>Unfortunately, you're so muscular by this point you're unable to pack on any additional mass.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial -= 1>> [[Back|Player Inventory]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">>

Deciding you could have way more fun if certain chemicals were involved, you retrieve a Vial of Orc Juice from your backpack. While Orc Juice had been designed for use in orcs, it could still induce muscle growth in other races, albeit to a lesser degree. Turning your attention back to that massive cock before you, you caress it gently as if to draw attention away from your true intent. Knowing better than to stuff the vial down Malkorok's cock-slit and risk expelling the juice upon orgasm, you dip your fingers under the olive-green foreskin and pull as much of it back as you could. "Wooaah..." Malkorok groans, quivering from the other side, "That feels kinda nice." Knowing it would get //really// nice really soon, you tug Malkorok's foreskin over the helmet of that monstrous prick until it formed a fleshy cup of sorts. Still holding onto Malkorok's dick, you uncork the vial with your teeth and tip the contents into the 'cup' before grasping it shut to ensure all the liquid would be absorbed by the very sensitive cock flesh. The result is almost instantaneous – huge, angry veins surging to the surface of that hulking, now-trembling, penis as concentrated orc juice was pumped down to Malkorok's muscular crotch. "W-What the..." Malkorok began, before a guttural moan cuts him short, "Uughhn!!" "What did... ugh... f-fuck!" Malkorok's cock is flexing in your hands now, even as you tighten your grip on his foreskin to ensure nothing spilled out. "Oh god!" cried Malkorok, "Is that... is that... did you just pour Orc Juice down... grrh... my... urrhngnn!" A sudden gasp, and Malkorok's penis goes limp in your hands. Even flaccid, you couldn't help but marvel at the organ's sheer size. And then... a //growl//. "//GGRRRR//!" The lowness of that utterance was enough to shock you into dropping Malkorok's heavy cock, still wedged in the glory hole, which then fell limply against the wall of the stall. The ground began to shake. "Ooh... //yes//!" came Malkorok's moan, his softened cock pulsing powerfully with his every heartbeat, "Such... //POWER//!" "RRAAAGHHHH!!" There were two terrifying //BOOM BOOMs// from the other side, followed by another wail of pure ecstasy. Malkorok's dick was starting to rise again, the gaping cock-hole pulsating against your lips as you suckled it like a hungry cum-whore. "I can feel my muscles... o-oh fuck... feeling it coursing through my... veins... my arms... my fucking chest is growing <<print $PlayerName>>!" Now harder than a girder and spewing white hot seed into your face, Malkorok's cock all but owned you. "G-Getting... huge... fucking huge... bigger... oh god yes //bigger//!" Your ears were by now filled with the sound of squelching flesh and stretching leather, no doubt due to Malkorok responding //all-too-well// to the Orc Juice. "Aaarrghh so... strong... more... more... //more//!" Malkorok was starting to pump his cock now; so much cum gushing against your face you were almost delirious. "Oh god //yes//!" Malkorok wails, "Pump me up motherfucker! More muscle, more power! More... //MORE//!" Your arms slipping from all the cum being pumped out that awesome cock, you're soon thrown off by the violent thrusting. Malkorok seems to have forgotten all about you now, his mighty dick unfortunately remaining as large as it had been while the rest of his muscles hulked out at the other side of the wall. Slightly exhausted from hanging on, you decide to rest your back against the stall, savouring the viscous, salty rain splattering down, and it is not long before Malkorok hits what you knew to be one of the many climaxes he would have in the next hour. "WWOOOAAAAGGHHHH!!" bellows the hulked out muscleman, a fucking deluge of white hot man-juice exploding from that swollen mushroom head like a volcano on steroids. All this while Malkorok doesn't stop, no doubt enjoying his powerful new muscles as he smashes his crotch against the stall, the relentless pounding drawing loud comments from the rest of the showers even as his orgasm reached new heights. Knowing better than to attempt to worship something more powerful than a jackhammer, you content yourself to enjoying the show until at long last Malkorok calms. ...sort of. "AWW FUCK YEAH!" roars Malkorok, the juiced-up beast pulling his cock back to inspect it, "I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING //MUSCLE GOD//!" Seeing your chance to sneak a peek at the muscular new Malkorok, you reach for the glory hole... <<set $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial -= 1>><<set $NPCMalkorokCondition to 3>> [[Continue|Muscle Beach Glory Hole]]

<<if $PlayerClothesMilitaryFatigues is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "military fatigues">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "leather harness">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesChainHarness is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "chain harness">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "studded harness">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBondageStraps is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "bondage straps">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "purple trunks">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "scarlet trunks">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "white boardshorts">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "orange boardshorts">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "lime green mankini">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>> <<if $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit is 0 and $PlayerClothes is "beekeeper suit">><<set $PlayerClothes to "birthday suit">><<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMuscle > 100>><<set $PlayerMuscle to 100>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerCockSize > 72>><<set $PlayerCockSize to 72>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerBallSize > 60>><<set $PlayerBallSize to 60>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerHeight > 100>><<set $PlayerHeight to 100>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerBodyHair > 7>><<set $PlayerBodyHair to 7>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerExhaustion > 100>><<set $PlayerExhaustion to 100>><<endif>> <<if $PlayerExhaustion < 0>><<set $PlayerExhaustion to 0>><<endif>>

Malkorok pales at the sight of the vial in your hands, the brawny orc actually staggering backward with his palms up. "Now I know what you're thinking <<print $PlayerName>>," he says weakly, "But I don't think I should be taking any of that, not because I don't do drugs but... Orc Juice can be pretty... uh... //intense//." "Don't get me wrong, I //love// being a huge, muscular orc, but juicing up isn't the way to go... at least not with Orc Juice, not that I've done it before but I've //heard// all the stories." Realizing you'll not make any headway this way, you relent, and Malkorok breathes a relieved sigh as you pocket the vial. [[Back|Follower Malkorok]]

You have arrived at the ''Resort''. Nestled around the rim of an extinct, low lying shield volcano, the Resort boasts luxurious facilities afforded only to its most exclusive guests. The crater of the volcano itself has been filled with water and divided into a series of swanky waterborne activities. From the visitor's entranceway, you can make out steam pools, cold pools, hot tubs, and even a small army of jet skis zooming around one of the larger bodies of water. After sparing a moment to identify the sights, you head for the Resort's main lobby. For some reason, it's shaped like half a coconut and even came with furry outer walls. Not surprisingly, the interior was festooned in white – everything from the furniture to the walls and even the ornamental plants decorating the place! As you approach the concierge, the smartly dressed (also in white) tiger grins and greets you warmly. "Good day to you," he says, beaming, "While we're regrettably unable to accept any more VIPs, you're still free to take in the sights!" The tiger pauses for a moment, then narrows his eyes and scans your surroundings before leaning in close, his voice hushed to a whisper. "Now I think I know a discerning client when I see one," he purrs, "If you're here to patronise one of our... //special// casinos, just let me know and I'll show you in." [[Casino|Resort Casino]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

Built into a cavernous hollow beneath the volcano's crater, the Resort's "special" casino was indeed a very special place. Unlike the enormous gambling halls of your home world, where high rolling patrons placed hundreds upon thousands of credits on the line at any one time, the "special" casino's transactions (refreshments aside) consisted solely of //mass//. That's right; patrons were putting their very bodies on the line with every bet. Everywhere you looked you could see musclemen of all shapes and sizes betting various aspects of themselves against the house or each other, everything from muscle mass, cock size, and even testicular power. Some of them were already squealing in ecstasy, their bodies quivering with raw strength as their muscles bulged and swelled with their winnings. Others still were screaming in anguish, their once muscular frames deflating to less-than-desirable shapes as the pulled out bad hands against the house. At least that explained why everyone had their cocks stuffed into size-adjustable sockets located near the base of every machine. That must be how the machines transferred muscle power and whatever else people were betting against the house. As you're looking for an empty spot, <<print either("you pass a moaning, swooning reindeer whose massive fists were crushing into the metal of his slot machine, his utterly naked body growing more and more muscular with every second he spent absorbing his winnings into himself.","a lynx starts bellowing with rage somewhere behind you. Turning, you see his once muscular body shrinking rapidly as the poker table before him drained him of his brawn.","you see an already muscular bull howling with delight. His massive cock is so huge an entire foot of it throbs outside a card game machine's obviously enlarged cock-socket, enormous bulges surging through the underside as the house pumped his balls full of potent growth juice.")>> After some time, you spot several unused machines and quickly move to claim them. Given the massive crowds, you waste no time undoing your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, ready to secure your erecting dong into the cock socket of your chosen game. [[Slot Machines|Resort Casino Slots]] [[Back|Resort Base]]

"Reminder: <<print either("The Casino assumes no responsibility for any psychological damage that may arising from having all your muscular power forcefully ripped from your being.","The Casino would like to recommend a trip to the Iron Pumper for patrons who have unwisely bet and lost all their muscle mass to the house.","The Casino would like to reassure all patrons that we are in fact, //not//, draining ridiculous amounts of muscular mass from the general populace to fuel the nigh unstoppable sex monster we're keeping downstairs.","The Casino is utterly dedicated to the promotion of muscle mass, cock size, and testicular power as an alternative means of recreational gambling. Anyone who tells you otherwise is in fact, wrong.","The Casino would like to remind all patrons that spending your life down here in a vain attempt to recoup your losses is in fact a viable option, simply approach any of our exceptionally manly staff should you need assistance.","The Casino would like to remind all patrons that rumours of unstoppable muscle monsters in the lower levels are, in fact, //false//. We have but a single unstoppable //sex// monster who is totally not feeding off the ridiculous amounts of muscle mass being lost to the house on a daily basis.","The Casino would like to remind all suddenly mega-muscled patrons that destroying a slot machine just by flexing your suddenly ultra-sized cock is, in fact, well within acceptable parameters so long as any damage is immediately reported to nearby staff.","The Casino would like to remind all patrons that the previous 7812 attempts to defraud the establishment have all ended... badly.","The Casino would like to remind all suddenly big-dicked patrons that having wild, unruly intercourse in the middle of our expensively-carpeted walkways is against Casino regulations. Please proceed to the designated orgy tubs instead.","The Casino would like to remind all patrons to respect the rights and decencies of our very hunky, very muscular staff members. All outrages of modesty must accompany, at the minimum, savage lovemaking to either the face or the prostate of the violated staff member.")>> Thank you for your continued patronage!" __Player Statistics:__ Name: <<print $PlayerName>> Height: <<print $PlayerHeight /10>> feet Muscle: <<print $PlayerMuscle>> units Cock: <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches Balls: <<print $PlayerBallSize>> inches "Reminder: The Casino would like to remind all patrons to immediately disengage from the slot machine if the above display does not accurately reflect your current statistics." "Instruction: Please select your bet before pulling the lever." <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 1>>==Bet Muscle (1 unit)==<<else>>[[Bet Muscle (1 unit)|Slot Bet 1 Muscle]]<<endif>> <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>==Bet Muscle (10 units)==<<else>>[[Bet Muscle (10 units)|Slot Bet 10 Muscle]]<<endif>> <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 1>>==Bet Cock (1 inch)==<<else>>[[Bet Cock (1 inch)|Slot Bet 1 Cock]]<<endif>> <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 3>>==Bet Cock (3 inches)==<<else>>[[Bet Cock (3 inches)|Slot Bet 3 Cock]]<<endif>> <<if $PlayerBallSize <= 1>>==Bet Balls (1 inch)==<<else>>[[Bet Balls (1 inch)|Slot Bet 1 Ball]]<<endif>> <<if $PlayerBallSize <= 3>>==Bet Balls (3 inches)==<<else>>[[Bet Balls (3 inches)|Slot Bet 3 Ball]]<<endif>> [[Back|Resort Casino]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">> <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 1>>

You decide to play it safe and bet just 1 unit of muscle mass. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Shuddering, it is all you can do to moan as a dribble of pre-cum oozes from your cockhead, your strength waning slightly as the machine drains you of your muscle mass. <<set $PlayerMuscle -= 1>> (''Your muscles feel a little weaker'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// Shaking slightly, you moan as an injection of growth juice is forced down your shaft and into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments though, your testicles are processing your newfound power, absorbing the growth juice and pumping them to the rest of your body. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 1>> (''Your muscles feel a little stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You almost gasp in delight as an injection of growth juice is forced into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments your entire body is visibly growing, filling you with newfound strength, power, and arousal. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 2>> (''Your muscles feel slightly stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to bulge. You're already ready for another round even before your testicles are done absorbing the growth juice, your swelling muscles eager for another chance to grow. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 3>> (''Your muscles feel stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for a healthy dose of growth juice is being pumped down your shaft and into your swelling testicular sac. You're already moaning in delight of course, oblivious to the (edible) confetti filling your gasping mouth as your muscles flex and bulge on their own accord. Struggling to contain yourself, you seize the bouncing slot machine for support, barely containing your orgasmic wails until at last you feel your growth slowing to a halt. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 10>> (''Your muscles feel a lot stronger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

You're feeling a little lucky today, and quickly decide to bet 10 units of muscle mass. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Shuddering, it is all you can do to moan as a burst of pre-cum gushes from your cockhead, your muscles weakening greatly as the machine drains you of your power. <<set $PlayerMuscle -= 10>> (''Your muscles feel a lot weaker'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// Shuddering in delight, you can only moan as your muscles bulge all around you, fuelled by the stream of growth juice being pumped right into your swelling, heaving balls. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 10>> (''Your muscles feel a lot stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You're wailing in ecstasy now, your muscles exploding with unbridled mass and power, your biceps and triceps and pectoral muscles flexing with impunity as potent growth juice surges down your swollen prick, the underside bulging hotly as your testicles struggle to contain it all. <<set $PlayerMuscle += 20>> (''Your muscles feel way stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// Your entire body is on fire as what must have been buckets of growth juice is pumped down your heaving, flexing penis. Your muscles are exploding all around you, your bulging ball-sac swelling crazily as you hulk out on your seat, barely in control of yourself and so muscular by now you're almost crushing the slot machine! <<set $PlayerMuscle += 30>> (''Your muscles feel a great deal stronger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for an explosion of concentrated muscle juice tearing a new path down your cock and into your growing, hulking ball-sac. You're screaming now, howling in orgasmic bliss as more muscle than you can comprehend floods into your system. Your suddenly monstrously muscular glutes waste no time crushing your seat into putty, your feet smashing craters into the floor as you leap to your feet for the most powerful full body flex of your life. Within seconds the slot machine has been torn to bits, your cock erupting with white hot cum as your growth reaches its climax. Salivating like a madman and riddled with ginormous, monolithic muscles, you growl as you storm to the nearest, functioning slot machine in sight, ready and eager for more! <<set $PlayerMuscle += 100>> (''Your muscles feel incomparably stronger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

You decide to play it safe and bet just 1 inch of your cock size. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Shuddering, it is all you can do to moan as a dribble of pre-cum oozes from your cockhead, your cock literally shrinking an entire inch despite your pleas and protests. <<set $PlayerCockSize -= 1>> (''Your cock feels a little smaller'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// Shaking slightly, you moan as an injection of growth juice is forced down your shaft and into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments though, your testicles are converting everything into newfound cock flesh. Oh yeah! <<set $PlayerCockSize += 1>> (''Your cock feels a little larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You almost gasp in delight as an injection of growth juice is forced into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments your cock is surging with newfound strength, two full inches of beef bulging out and forcing the slot machine to adjust its grip on your member. <<set $PlayerCockSize += 2>> (''Your cock feels slightly larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to tense. Within seconds you're panting in ecstasy as your cock begins growing all on its own, forcing itself deeper into the machine and leaving you trembling and hungry for more. <<set $PlayerCockSize += 3>> (''Your cock feels larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for a healthy dose of growth juice is being pumped down your shaft and into your swelling testicular sac. You're already moaning in delight of course, oblivious to the (edible) confetti filling your gasping mouth as your cock all but explodes with raw, hard muscle. Struggling to contain yourself, you seize the bouncing slot machine for support, barely containing your orgasmic wails until at last the machine managers to contain your new length and girth. <<set $PlayerCockSize += 10>> (''Your cock feels a lot larger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

You decide to play it a little recklessly and bet 3 whole inches of your cock size. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Shuddering, it is all you can do to moan as a dribble of pre-cum oozes from your cockhead, your cock literally shrinking an three entire inches before your wide, disbelieving eyes. <<set $PlayerCockSize -= 3>> (''Your cock feels smaller'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to tense. Within seconds you're panting in ecstasy as your cock begins growing all on its own, forcing itself deeper into the machine and leaving you trembling and hungry for more. <<set $PlayerCockSize += 3>> (''Your cock feels larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You can't help but bellow as your cock erupts with newfound size and power. So much meat just exploding from where you were already hard and throbbing quickly left you dizzy and hungry for more! <<set $PlayerCockSize += 6>> (''Your cock feels much larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// Your entire body is on fire as what must have been buckets of growth juice is pumped down your heaving, flexing penis. Your cock all but explodes from your crotch, your bulging ball-sac swelling crazily as you hulk out of your loins, so much muscle exploding from your dick you're almost convulsing in your chair and drooling waterfalls by the time you realize your growth has finally ceased. <<set $PlayerCockSize += 9>> (''Your cock feels a lot larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for an explosion of concentrated muscle juice tearing a new path down your cock and into your growing, hulking ball-sac. You're screaming now, howling in orgasmic bliss as more cock flesh than you can comprehend floods into your system. Metal begins screaming as your muscular member tears through the slot machine, bulging and hulking and morphing into a freakish manifestation of manly power. Within seconds the display screen is riddled with error messages, only you're too engrossed with your muscular new tool you pay it no mind, instead choosing to remain where you sat, humping the malfunctioning machine until someone from the maintenance crew clears his throat from behind you. Salivating like a madman and barely containing the urge to find something to fuck, you waddle over to the nearest functioning machine and all but slam your cock back in, ready and hungry for even more growth! <<set $PlayerCockSize += 30>> (''Your cock feels a great deal larger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

You decide to play it safe and bet just 1 inch of your ball size. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Shuddering, it is all you can do to moan as a dribble of pre-cum oozes from your cockhead, your nuts literally pumping out their power and shrinking an entire inch! <<set $PlayerBallSize -= 1>> (''Your balls feel a little smaller'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// Shaking slightly, you moan as an injection of growth juice is forced down your shaft and into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments though, they've swollen even more! Oh yes! <<set $PlayerBallSize += 1>> (''Your balls feel a little larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You almost gasp in delight as an injection of growth juice is forced into your waiting balls, causing them to swell slightly. Within moments your testicles are surging with newfound strength, growing heavier and heavier with the weight of more and more sperm and leaving you purring in delight. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 2>> (''Your balls feel slightly larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to tense. Within seconds you're panting in ecstasy as your balls begin hulking out, growing so much more muscular you are soon struggling to contain a spontaneous orgasm. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 3>> (''Your balls feel larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for a healthy dose of growth juice is being pumped down your shaft and into your swelling testicular sac. You're already moaning in delight of course, oblivious to the (edible) confetti filling your gasping mouth as your balls all but explodes with raw, hard muscle. Struggling to contain yourself, you seize the bouncing slot machine for support, helpless to stop your orgasm from boiling to the surface. Luckily the machine seems to have built in safety mechanisms for something like this, for the metal tube stretching your cock-slit apart immediately begins draining your cum before it does any real damage. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 10>> (''Your balls feels a lot larger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

You're feeling lucky today and betting 3 inches of ball size seems perfectly fine. After confirming your selection, you pull the lever and immediately shift your attention to the three spinning reels flashing across the display screen. <<set $SlotWinValue to random(1, 100)>> The tension is building exponentially, your eyes are darting between the reels and the legend showing what each icon was worth, the sudden clicks as the first two reels snap into place filling your entire body with shudders when you see identical icons lining up! Your breathing is accelerating, sweat pouring from your brows when the last reel snaps into place to reveal... <<if $SlotWinValue <= 80>>...two <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>> and one <<print either("flexed bicep","hulk","unicorn","penis")>>! //You lose!// Gagging, you can do nothing to stop the gush of pre-cum from leaving your dick, the machine chugging softly as it drained the mass of your balls right off the tap! <<set $PlayerBallSize -= 3>> (''Your balls feel smaller'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 80 and $SlotWinValue <= 90>>...three <<print either("apples","oranges","bananas","coconuts")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to tense. Within seconds you're panting in ecstasy as your balls begin hulking out, growing so much more muscular you are soon struggling to contain a spontaneous orgasm. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 3>> (''Your balls feel larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 90 and $SlotWinValue <= 95>>...three <<print either("flexed biceps","penises","testosterone factories","hairy balls")>>! //You win!// You're already howling in ecstasy as the machine begins pumping you full of potent growth juice, your balls growing stronger and heavier as the machine accelerates sperm production, //greatly//. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 6>> (''Your balls feel much larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 95 and $SlotWinValue <= 99>>...three <<print either("hulks","orcs","minotaurs")>>! //You win!// You can only moan as a growth juice is pumped into your cock, causing your balls to swell slightly and your muscles to tense. Within seconds you're panting in ecstasy as your balls begin hulking out, growing so fucking huge you are soon exploding like crazy, the slot machine only just managing to keep up with all the extra seed you are spewing into the system. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 9>> (''Your balls feel a lot larger'')<<elseif $SlotWinValue > 99>>...three unicorns! //JACKPOT!// Trumpets begin blaring as a cloud of confetti explodes from the slot machine, the entire thing almost bouncing up and down in jubilation. Not that you could pay it any attention of course, for an explosion of concentrated muscle juice tearing a new path down your cock and into your growing, hulking ball-sac. You're screaming now, howling in orgasmic bliss as your herculean testicles spill off the seat, their immense weight tugging at your crotch and sending you into a dizzying sexual haze. It is all you can do to clutch your seat, almost hyperventilating as your balls grow huger, stronger, and heavier with the weight of all that excess cum just screaming to blow. And blow you did, your cock erupting like a volcano as you suddenly scream as loud as your lungs would let you, a deluge of white hot cum exploding into the machine and overloading the internal pumps within seconds. As the slot machine malfunctions, torrents of cum begin gushing from the cock-socket, which has promptly ejected you, allowing your spurting, jerking dick to cover the rest of the machine with your seed. It is not until you wake up did you realize you had passed out, your massive balls still throbbing with power and all but forcing you into the nearest available machine, ready and eager for even more growth. <<set $PlayerBallSize += 30>> (''Your balls feels a great deal larger'')<<endif>> [[Return|Resort Casino Slots]] <<set $EnableAppearanceCheck to 0>>

Set into a fortified clearing a stone's throw away from Irongard's port, the Slave Market is literally overflowing with people. Vast hordes of adventurers now swarmed the raised platforms scattered across the main square, shouting and waving as the frenzied bidding for fresh (and exceptionally musclebound) slaves reached new highs. The rowdiest auctions were taking place at an enormous, elevated stage at the far end, where what must have been a thousand people were busy throwing bags of money onto the platform. It is soon clear that the large, occasionally furry tents dotting the marketplace belonged to some of the more prominent slave traders, who had no doubt booked the spaces to host private viewings for their undoubtedly wealthier clientele. Given the ferocious nature of the surrounding auctions, you wagered you'd stand a better chance at making a quality purchase by visiting some of these instead. Indeed, a gust of wind casts open the flaps of a nearby tent as you pass, allowing you to spot the enormously endowed, massively muscular monster flexing his shackled brawn for the benefit of a prospective buyer. After some squeezing, you find yourself to the Slave Market's central gathering zone, where anyone not busy jerking off to their muscular new slaves could rest and plan their next move. Several of Irongard's fearsome guardsmen were standing nearby, ready to direct any lost souls to their proper destinations. [[Slave Master Marius|Irongard Slave Master Tent]] [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]]

While the exterior furry façade of Slave Master Marius's tent exudes a sense of warmth and comfort, the same could not be said for the towering, musclebound hulks standing guard outside. No doubt former (or current) slaves themselves, they waste no time glaring at your approach, their massive members throbbing angrily within their emblazoned loincloth wraps. <<if $PlayerMoney < 10000>>Just as you come within an arm's reach, the closer of the two reaches for your coin pouch with a swiftness belying his great size, one brawny finger giving it a flick so powerful it was a wonder the thing didn't just explode. "You are not worthy of the Slave Master," he rumbles, clearly unsatisfied with the content of your money pouch, "Come back with more gold, or don't come back at all." [[Back|Irongard Slave Market]]<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 10000>>Despite this, they waste no time stepping aside and pulling open the flaps of the tent, brawny arms gesturing politely for you to enter. Like the rest of his tent, Slave Master Marius is festooned in purple. While short, the Slave Master is remarkably fit-looking and wearing a devious smirk. At your approach, he lowers the teacup and plate he had been holding, and grins even wider. "I didn't think I'd get another customer so soon," he quips, standing and tipping his purple top hat in your direction, "Please come and have a seat." You do as you're told, and Marius puts his palms together as he regards you. "So what can I do for you today?" [[Buy Slaves|Irongard Buy Slaves]] [[Back|Irongard Slave Market]]<<endif>>

Marius chuckles softly. "Well of course," he chortles, "What else could you have wanted from the great Marius?" Without waiting for your response, Marius raises a robed hand and snaps his fingers. Instantly, a superhumanly muscled rhino slave comes stomping out from one of the many purple curtains, and hands you a tattered, wrinkled catalogue. By the looks of things, someone had scribbled a long list of names onto an old piece of parchment and then struck out the names of slaves who were sold. As you skim, <<if $NPCBunkarCondition is 0>>you see that every name has been crossed out. Marius must have noticed this too, for he immediately lunges forward to snatch the catalogue. "My apologies <<print $PlayerName>>!" he squeaks, "It's clear my slave here had neglected to inform me of our depleted stocks." After shooting his slave a murderous glance, Marius turns back looking quite apologetic. "I have nothing to sell to you at this time, why don't you come back some other time instead?" [[Leave|Irongard Slave Market]]<<elseif $NPCBunkarCondition is 1>>you see that every name has been crossed out save one. Bunkar the Barbarian. [[Buy Bunkar|Irongard Buy Bunkar]] [[Leave|Irongard Slave Market]]<<endif>>

Marius turns stark white under his fur at the mention of Bunkar's name. "NO!" The wolf pauses to think for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the gears in his head continue to turn. "...but then again I //could// do with getting him out of my dungeon and thus saving me money on medical bills for my wranglers..." "...and even if you fail the indemnity form would free me from insurance claims and other assorted fees..." "Alright <<print $PlayerName>>," Marius finally says, "Are you //really// sure you want Bunkar? Because if you somehow convince him to like you without me having to call the guards to rescue you... I'll... I'll sell you Bunkar for a mere ten thousand coins instead of the hundred thousand I had hoped for him." [[Let me at him|Irongard Bunkar Meet]] [[Oh hell no!|Irongard Slave Market]]

Moments later, you are following the broad, muscular back of a slave wrangler as he leads you through the dungeons towards Bunkar the Barbarian's cell. The air in here is thick with the smell of salt, sex, and sea – expected, given that the dungeons were built under the ground just beside the port, and that most slaves were loaded straight into the dungeons from where the ships were moored. "Alright here we are," growls the wrangler as he stops before a //massive//, doubly-reinforced adamantium door, "If we hear Bunkar screaming, roaring, growling, or moaning for more than twenty-seven minutes at any one time, we'll send the guards in to pull you out. Good luck <<print $PlayerName>>, you'll need it." As the wrangler leaves, you turn to face the massive door. It looks far too heavy to move on your own, and a nearby stone button confirms your suspicions. Taking a step back, you press the button as hard as you can, allowing the heavy machinery to kick into gear. The ground rumbling as though an earthquake was taking place, you watch as the heavy door swings aside to reveal the interior cell of Bunkar the Barbarian. Quite unexpectedly, the floor here had been made of hard, compacted dirt in place of the dark, mossy bricks just outside. The walls were lined with furs and tapestries depicting hulking musclemen in leathery loincloths. The furniture in the room looked to be handmade, as though someone had tightly bundled ridiculous amounts of straw into the shape of chairs and then refused to ever sit on. What you hoped were tables comprised of huge logs, many of which were effectively still trees with leaves still hanging onto the branches. And then you heard it – the low, guttural, unmistakable moan of an utter monster pleasuring his undoubtedly and equally monstrous member. As cautiously as you could, you lowered your body and kept towards the source of the moans, inching past cauldrons of bone broths and oversized dumbbells until you came face to face with the //beast// himself. Or rather... the beasts back. Bunkar the Barbarian was currently seated on a furry rug, his monstrously muscular and expansive back stretching so far in every direction it was a wonder to could follow the massive bulges of flesh and sinew flexing and roiling all over. The barbarian's fur was a pale, almost snowy grey, and the long, somewhat fluffy ears extending from his wild, black mane caused your jaw to fall right off your face at the realisation. Bunkar was a bunny! A bunny //barbarian// no less! Talk about shattering the stereotype! Another growl quaked through the floor, Bunkar's herculean muscles rumbling with untamed power as he released another moan. It is then do you realise that the bunny was curling a dumbbell with one hand and pleasuring himself with the other. That itself wasn't unexpected given his incredible size, but the fact he had an equally large weight held in each //ear// gave you some pause. The monstrous barbarian seems too distracted to notice you, what are you going to do? [[Stealth Kiss|Irongard Bunkar Stealth Kiss]] [[Introduce Yourself|Irongard Bunkar Introduce Self]]

Feeling phenomenally brave, you slide up to where the hulking barbarian was busy pleasuring himself and pounced. Your chest lands against Bunkar's upper back, his massive muscles easily resisting your momentum but doing nothing to stop you from leaning over his monstrous shoulder and planting a quick peck against one grizzled, rugged cheek. Before you could glance over the bunny's massive chest muscles to where his surely massive dong must have been throbbing, the barbarian unleashes a thundering bellow, the very earth shaking as you're thrown clean off. Landing squarely, you look up just in time to see Bunkar smashing craters into the dirt as he springs off the ground, a thick, furry loincloth now wrapping his waist like a pair of fluffy posing trunks. The bunny is fucking huge, no doubt about that. Towering over<<if $PlayerHeight < 100>>you<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 100>>almost all men<<endif>> at a staggering //ten// feet tall and easily tipping the scales at a couple of tons, the supremely muscular Bunkar the Barbarian is a sight to behold. Despite being a bunny, the monstrous muscle-hulk is anything but cute. His rugged, manly features are grizzled, a perpetual five-o'clock shadow accentuating his angular features and darkening the wild, barbaric mane feathering down to just above his shoulders. "BUNKAR //SMASH//!" thunders the barbarian, and without warning the bunny's monstrous pectoral muscles are flexing with impunity just above your head. In the moments before impact, you swore you could hear those smouldering, hairy muscle-mountains just //rumbling// with immense, muscular power. //KABOOM!// <<if $PlayerMuscle < 80>>Not surprisingly given your current size<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 80>>Despite the heavily muscled build you sported<<endif>>, you quickly find yourself at the bottom of a <<print $PlayerName>>-shaped crater, your face buried between Bunkar's crazily massive pectoral slabs after having been body slammed into the floor. The barbarian wastes no time plucking himself off the ground, his freakishly ripped abdominal wall flexing powerfully as he does so. You can't help but ogle the generous treasure trail leading down to the barbarian's furry posing trunks, oh god what you would give to stick your hands down there. Before you could continue fantasizing, Bunkar grabs you by the head and hefts you out of your hole. The beast's arms are already riddled with huge, angry veins, his awesome biceps audible straining as he slams you back to where his crazy-massive pecs were already flexing powerfully. "BUNKAR. WANT. //FUCK!//" he bellows, almost crushing you with his gigantic muscles as he flexes against your face, all but trapping you between his pecs as he swaggers over to his bed, releasing you and booming with laughter as you flop onto the stack of furry pelts. With Bunkar standing over you, his godly body assuming the most magnificent crab pose you have seen today, you are helpless to stop your rock-solid cock from spewing pre-cum. As Bunkar's massive chest heaves at his easy victory, you see a small opportunity if you (for some reason) felt like fighting back instead of letting this muscle god take you completely. [[Counterattack|Irongard Bunkar Counterattack Reveal]] [[Do Nothing|Irongard Bunkar Rape]]

Deciding you'd try diplomacy, you clear your throat to get Bunkar's attention. Almost immediately do you see the bunny freeze up, every muscle in his body tensing up after failing to notice the newcomer in his cell, and then, the world began to shake. "//RROOOOARRRRR!//" Bunkar explodes, the monstrous muscle-beast actually flinging his massive dumbbells at you as he springs to his feet. Thankfully you manage to avoid getting hit, the enormous weights shattering the stone walls of the barbarian's prison. When you finally recover, you see that Bunkar has whipped on a pair of thick, furry posing trunks. The rest of him though... was nothing short of spectacular. The bunny is fucking huge, no doubt about that. Towering over<<if $PlayerHeight < 100>>you<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 100>>almost all men<<endif>> at a staggering //ten// feet tall and easily tipping the scales at a couple of tons, the supremely muscular Bunkar the Barbarian is a sight to behold. Despite being a bunny, the monstrous muscle-hulk is anything but cute. His rugged, manly features are grizzled, a perpetual five-o'clock shadow accentuating his angular features and darkening the wild, barbaric mane feathering down to just above his shoulders. "BUNKAR //SMASH//!" thunders the barbarian, and without warning the bunny's monstrous pectoral muscles are flexing with impunity just above your head. In the moments before impact, you swore you could hear those smouldering, hairy muscle-mountains just //rumbling// with immense, muscular power. //KABOOM!// <<if $PlayerMuscle < 80>>Not surprisingly given your current size<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 80>>Despite the heavily muscled build you sported<<endif>>, you quickly find yourself at the bottom of a <<print $PlayerName>>-shaped crater, your face buried between Bunkar's crazily massive pectoral slabs after having been body slammed into the floor. The barbarian wastes no time plucking himself off the ground, his freakishly ripped abdominal wall flexing powerfully as he does so. You can't help but ogle the generous treasure trail leading down to the barbarian's furry posing trunks, oh god what you would give to stick your hands down there. Before you could continue fantasizing, Bunkar grabs you by the head and hefts you out of your hole. The beast's arms are already riddled with huge, angry veins, his awesome biceps audible straining as he slams you back to where his crazy-massive pecs were already flexing powerfully. "BUNKAR. WANT. //FUCK!//" he bellows, almost crushing you with his gigantic muscles as he flexes against your face, all but trapping you between his pecs as he swaggers over to his bed, releasing you and booming with laughter as you flop onto the stack of furry pelts. With Bunkar standing over you, his godly body assuming the most magnificent crab pose you have seen today, you are helpless to stop your rock-solid cock from spewing pre-cum. As Bunkar's massive chest heaves at his easy victory, you see a small opportunity if you (for some reason) felt like fighting back instead of letting this muscle god take you completely. [[Counterattack|Irongard Bunkar Counterattack Reveal]] [[Do Nothing|Irongard Bunkar Rape]]

Your throbbing cock pulsing angrily at your decision, you all but leap off the bed, diving for where Bunkar was most vulnerable – not his cock for obvious reasons, given how muscular that thing must have been, but his face. While you were granted a brief moment of surprise – that someone would dare attack the monstrously muscular Bunkar the Barbarian, the bunny recovers quickly, easily dodging your face tackle and actually //grabbing// you with his ears. The astonishingly muscular appendages catches you by the waist and one of your arms, leaving you flailing as the barbarian bunny chortles at your plight, his booming laughter rattling the walls of his prison. "BUNKAR LIKE STRUGGLING MEAT!" he //roars//, one massive paw reaching up and ripping your <<print $PlayerCurrentClothes>> clean off your body. Not liking how Bunkar was //grinding// his teeth this close to your privates, you decide to take a leap of faith, your free hand taking as best a swipe at Bunkar's ears as you can. The moment your fingers made contact with the pink of the barbarian's auditory appendages do Bunkar's ears release you, an eardrum-shattering //RRAAAAAAGHHHH// of pain confirming your suspicions. Knowing better than to let this opportunity slip away, you seize the bunny by the shoulders so you could take another swipe at his sensitive ears, causing the massive beast to stumble. Given that he was so damned huge, clinging onto his hairy flesh was all but impossible, and before you could take a third swipe you're rolling down his back, your hands catching Bunkar's posing trunks on the way down. Not wanting to waste such an opportunity, you yank at that primitive loincloth with all your strength, the strangely tight material soon breaking away and following you to the ground. Revelling in your victory, you all but fixate your gaze at the space where Bunkar's humongous quads were crushing against each other, ready to start drooling over the leg-sized cock that would surely slap against his leg any moment now. ...any moment now... ... Bunkar hasn't moved, as if frozen in time from when you ripped off his furry trunks. Even from here you can feel the heat emanating from that huge body, the bunny's ears having turned so red he might as well have dipped them in ketchup. Realisation dawns upon you, and slowly but surely, you pull yourself across the ground, circling Bunkar from the safe distance as the bunny barbarian tries, meekly, to hide his great shame. [[Continue|Irongard Bunkar True Reveal]]

Knowing better than to fight it, you immediately shut down the rest of your higher cognitive functions, your throbbing cock taking over as Bunkar throws himself against you, his rugged lips crushing against yours as he begins sucking his satisfaction from your face. Having such a massive bodybuilding barbarian grinding his entire body against you is thrilling beyond reason. Bunkar was so huge, so muscular, and so hairy you could have died and gone to heaven without even knowing it. Your hands have already taken the initiative, grasping and groping the powerfully flexing muscles wherever they could. "BUNKAR WANT ASS!" bellows the mighty barbarian god. As if on cue, your hands fly down to where Bunkar's furry trunks were still constraining his surely hulking bun-dong. However, before you could wrench the offending garment away, the barbarian stops you, the coarse fuzz of his rugged chin grinding against yours as he rips off your clothes with one hand and reaches down with his other. Instead of pulling off his furry posers however, he instead presses one //huge// finger against your hungry asshole. Your excitement getting the better of you, you're soon wrapping your entire body around the barbarian's hulking, hairy muscles, watching intently as he begins teasing you with one finger, his free paw dipping into his trunks but once again denying you the pleasure of seeing the monster buried within. It's clear the bunny is pleasuring himself, all his attention focused on your soon to be penetrated ass. When Bunkar's drooling features fail to react to your waving hand, you decide you've had had enough, and reach down to where the bunny was busy fondling himself. The moment you thug at his furry loincloth-wrap, Bunkar snaps back to attention, his reaction so violent he actually leaps away from the bed as though it was covered in broccoli. Your grip was firm as ever, and sure enough, the barbarian leaves his furry trunks in your hand. Due to your fuzzy vision from the lack of blood in your brain, it is all you can do to grin gleefully, your ears poised for the inevitable slab of a hulking penis against Bunkar's freakily-muscled abdominals any moment now. ...any moment now... ... Bunkar hasn't moved, as if frozen in time from when you ripped off his furry trunks but turned such that his back faces you. Even from here you can feel the heat emanating from that huge body, the bunny's ears having turned so red he might as well have dipped them in ketchup. Realisation dawns upon you, and slowly but surely, you pull yourself off the bed and onto the ground, circling Bunkar from the safe distance as the bunny barbarian tries, meekly, to hide his great shame. [[Continue|Irongard Bunkar True Reveal]]

This was impossible. As if reading your thoughts, Bunkar tries to turn away, his ears folding unto themselves until he had two furry rolls pressed against his dark hair. Still, it is all you could do to gawk, artlessly, at Bunkar the Barbarian's less than impressive member. That thing was completely erect, you hoped, but even then it was a mere //three// inches long and positively skinny! Bunkar's nuts... could very well have been... nuts, with each barely an inch across. Together, and combined with the bunny's stupendously muscular body, was quite the sight. ...but not necessarily in a good way. Your expectations shattered, you struggle to get up, somehow stabilising yourself despite your wobbly knees. Bunkar's furry trunks were still in your hands and, not knowing what else you could do, you decide you'd hand them over. The bunny-barbarian does not swat you away nor does he display any of the bestial bravado you had seen before, but rather nervously, and awkwardly, takes the garment from you. His face redder than you had ever seen, Bunkar puts on his trunks and makes for the nearby corner. Watching the once fearsome barbarian crouching and dipping his head is leaving you with mixed feelings. On one hand, Bunkar's godly body is muscular beyond reason and just soaked with testosterone-laden man hair. On the other, he lacks the towering, monstrous, cum-spewing bun-dong you had expected right off the bat. You soon find yourself scratching your chin as you regard the still sulking bunny-hulk. You figure if you slipped out now, you'd be free of his awkward situation but would be banned from ever returning to the dungeons given the indemnity form Marius made you sign earlier. However, if you stayed, perhaps you could salvage the situation... somehow. <<set $NPCBunkarCondition to 0>> [[Stay|Irongard Bunkar Capture]] [[Leave|Irongard Slave Market]]

Knowing better than to discriminate against someone just because he had a small dick, you decide to stay. Without hesitation, you make for one of the furry pelt-blankets on Bunkar's bed, picking out the thickest and furriest you could find so you could drape them over the barbarian's monstrously-muscled shoulders. Bunkar doesn't immediately react to the blanket around the oak tree he calls a neck, but the longer you stood so close the faster your emotions begin to cave. It is not long before you're sporting the hardest erection you've had in a while, your throbbing manhood almost commanding you to start fucking those glorious muscles until you pass out. Struggling to control yourself, you barely manage to give Bunkar as best a hug as you can, the monstrous barbarian-hulk actually shuddering at your touch. Moments pass, and when your entire world shifts to a rumbling mass of muscle and sinew, you knew you had avoided messing up, for now. Bunkar the Barbarian's herculean, nigh-monolithic arms reach out for you, pulling you into the most muscular muscle-hug you've had in a while. "Bunkar sorry," he rumbles, so deeply and so strongly your cock nearly explodes beneath you. But somehow, you manage to contain yourself, even going so far as to tighten your grip against the bunny's huge-ass muscles. "It's alright Bunkar," you breathe, almost choking on the testosterone wafting from the barbarian's hairy pectoral boulders, "I'm sure we could boost your cock somehow, make you huge, make you thick, veiny, and //powerfull//!" "Bunkar can't grow," is the solemn reply, "Cock potion don't work, beef magic don't work, Bunkar small forever, Bunkar overcompensate." And what a damn fine job he did with the overcompensating! "That's okay Bunkar," you manage, your eyes watering from being unable to blink this close to such gloriously massive muscles, "If you've tried your best, then you don't deserve to feel ashamed!" "But... Bunkar puny." "No Bunkar not!" you exclaim, giving one of Bunkar's oversized bicep-boulders a hard smack, "You're fucking huge and more powerful than any bunny can ever hope to be!" "But..." "You're a frigging muscle god Bunkar!" you continue, several spurts of pre-cum gushing from your cock as you grope the barbarian's monumental pectoral muscles, "Look at you! You're a muscle monster, a muscle //freak//! Holy fuck people would kill to be even a quarter of your size!" Having the perfect excuse, you waste no time molesting Bunkar's grizzled abs and arms. "Look at yourself Bunkar!" you repeat, utterly fixated on the muscles surrounding you on all sides, "You're a fucking //muscle god!//" By the time you realized Bunkar's ears had already unfolded, the gargantuan beast is already on his (huuuuge) feet, the air around him once again dominating and utterly saturated in testosterone. "<<print $PlayerName>> right," Bunkar growls, his bright green gaze once again fearsome and intimidating, "Bunkar big!" As if to emphasise his point, the bunny wastes no time striking a double bicep pose so spectacular you actually begin creaming yourself. "Bunkar //HUGE//!" Another double bicep flex, this one so much stronger Bunkar's biceps actually peak, twice! "BUNKAR MUSCLE GOD!" he explodes, every muscle in his body flexing with untold power as he brings his arms down for the greatest most muscular flex you have ever seen, "//GRRROOOOOWWWLLLL!//" Unable to help yourself, it is all you can do to fall back, your cock taking over as your orgasm finally overwhelms you. [[Continue|Irongard Bunkar Payment]]

Back at the Slave Master's tent, Marius is more or less in tears. Be they tears of joy at your success, or tears of sorrow at the fact he effectively threw away ninety thousand coins, you could not tell. Bunkar the Barbarian has finally put on his manacles, although the one around his neck had already snapped and the chains binding his wrists had snapped from when he needed to scratch one monstrous muscle-pec. After one of Marius's musclebound assistants finishes counting your payment, he gestures for you to leave and you do so, leading Bunkar out by the chain and into the slave market. Not surprisingly, people are falling over left right and centre at the sight of the gigantic, ten foot barbarian god. Bunkar was still a little sensitive over his below-average member, so you had permitted him to wear his furry trunks, at least until you could get your hands on something sexier. By the time you reached the slave markets main entrance, there is a small squad of guardsmen hauling away those who had passed out from being too near Bunkar's bulging body. As you regard your hulking new slave, you can't help but feel that this was money well spent. Bunkar the Barbarian might be your slave, but then again... he could always be something more. "Bunkar," you command, "Rip off your manacles, and make sure I can see your muscles flexing." "Heh," chuckles your musclebound slave-beast, "Bunkar obeys!" If your cock could get any more swollen after your ordeal in the dungeons, watching the hulking bunny slowly and sensually flexing his muscles whilst ripping off his chains was almost painful. Bunkar seems to be enjoying it though, and subtly teases you in the good five minutes you spend shamelessly ogling him. "<<print $PlayerName>> set Bunkar free?" The question catches you off guard, and despite spluttering what you hoped was the correct answer, Bunkar simply grins as he leans over to kiss you, roughly. "Bunkar go home," he half-growls, half-purrs, "See you there." <<set $PlayerMoney -= 10000>><<set $FollowerBunkar to 1>><<set $PlayerFollowerCount += 1>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained a Follower – Bunkar the Barbarian'') [[Continue|Irongard Slave Market]]

As you approach your hulking bunny-slave, Bunkar grows visibly excited and drops everything before bounding over toward you. His hairy muscles are so damned huge and heavy that the ground actually quakes with each swaggering stride. By the time his gargantuan pectoral muscles are heaving before you, the barbarian's grinning features threatened to split his face apart. "<<print $PlayerName>>!" he booms gleefully, even striking a most muscular pose so you could admire his astonishingly powerful development, "Bunkar big, Bunkar strong, Bunkar //huge// for <<print $PlayerName>>!" After a few more moments of mindless flexing, grinding, and growling, Bunkar kneels before you, pumped-up and eager to please. <> [[Check Appearance|Follower Bunkar Appearance]] [[Sex|Follower Bunkar Sex]] <<endnobr>> [[Back|Player Followers]]

Bunkar the Barbarian is currently a 10 foot tall bunny muscle-monster with short, pale-gray fur. His heavy jaws are rugged, brutish, and covered with grizzled fuzz. His ears are long and fluffy, with pink interiors much akin to what bunnies normally sported. His barbarian mane is dark and feathers down to his shoulders. You see he's currently wearing his furry loincloth. Bunkar's monstrous muscle-body is frigging godlike. He doesn't even need to flex for you to know he's just bulging with heaving, iron-hard muscles. The bunny's pectoral muscles are so fucking massive they must have thrust a good three feet from his chest, each hairy boulder rippling with so much brawn you were getting lightheaded from just gawking at them. It didn't help that his perky nipples were already solid and throbbing from all the attention you were giving them. They were just so thick, so juicy, and so suckable you could feel your mouth watering already! Following the hairy canyon separating Bunkar's monstrous pec-boulders, your gaze falls to the superhuman abdominal wall and the brutal, throbbing muscles bursting from his hairy gut. There must have been eight anvil-sized pushing through his fur, each so sinewy and so ripped they heaved and flexed with every violent breath. And if you thought Bunkar's stomach chiselled and delicious, nothing could have prepared you for his magnificent Adonis belt – his oblique muscles cut so deeply into his brawny flesh you just knew they were directing your attention to the treasures waiting below. Somehow though, you manage to wrest your attention away to where Bunkar was giving you an unapologetic display of bulging, vein-riddled, bunny power. Good god his arms, now those were //arms//! His biceps were gigantic, throbbing, vein-covered mountains! With every flex his biceps would just bulge and swell, splitting into so many peaks it almost seemed as though he was generating even more muscle mass just by flexing! As Bunkar turns his arms, you nearly faint at the sight of his herculean triceps. They were nearly three times the mass of his already oversized biceps, looking very much like several muscle bombs had gone off under his furry skin and were now just oozing testosterone through his very pores. Together, they gave his mammoth arms the same dimensions as his already gargantuan quads. Just thinking of Bunkar's legs caused his quads to harden, to flex, and to swell to titanic monstrosities that all but crushed against each other in the bid for more space. It's no wonder your barbarian slave walked with a perpetual swagger! Drooling like a madman, you command Bunkar to pull away his furry loincloth and he immediately obeys. As the garment falls away, you see that his flaccid cock measures at a mere 1 inch in length. Slowly though, it begins to harden in your presence, blood surging into the organ and causing it to thicken from within. Despite its size, watching it growing larger and pulling away the barbarian's thick foreskin is mostly satisfactory, and when Bunkar's bun-dong finally stands at full mast, it's roughly 3 inches long. The same could not be said for your slave's testicles however, for even though they were hairy like the rest of him, each nut barely measured 1 inch in length. [[Back|Follower Bunkar]]

Bunkar's ears perk at the mention of sexual intercourse, and the bunny unleashes a booming whoop that almost deafens you. "BUNKAR WANT FUCK!" he roars, before jumping up and flexing his muscles in joy, "RRAAAGHHH!" How do you want to fuck your slave? [[Dildo Domination|Follower Bunkar Sex Dildo Domination]] [[Back|Follower Bunkar]]

<<if $PlayerToyDildoRegular >= 1 and $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe >= 2>>Deciding you'd like some fun with your sex toys, you command Bunkar to strip and prostrate himself before you. The barbarian wastes no time doing just that, even going so far as to plop you onto his bed so he could get onto his knees on the ground. Sure enough, you're soon staring at the most muscular, most shredded set of gluteal muscles //ever//! What made the sight all the more delicious was the fact Bunkar had a coarse, bristling ass jungle just bursting from where his power butt was flexing so madly before you. Deciding to tease him a little, you lean forward, pressing your face into the testosterone-soaked muscle butt and pressing your lips against Bunkar's broad, muscular sphincter. The bunny actually rumbles a deep, thundering //squeal//, somehow. Egged on by his reaction, you're soon licking and kissing that hot, muscular ass with passion unrivalled, thankful for the fact Bunkar's enormous size allowed him to support himself on the ground and thrust his shredded ass onto your face at the same time. After spending a few more minutes massaging the puny-yet-solid erection pulsing between Bunkar's monstrously muscular quads, you decide you'd get on to the real fun. Pulling out a regular-sized dildo, you thrust it into Bunkar without a moment's hesitation. "WOOOARRRGHHH!" Bunkar suddenly screams, his entire body quaking with pleasure as a generous burst of pre-cum squirts from his solid dick, "OOOHHHHH!" Before the barbarian could turn around, you grab the base of the dildo and pressed it in even deeper! Bunkar is ecstatic, his arms almost giving way as you punch into his prostate. A few more thrusts are all it takes for Bunkar to give in, the guttural moans and sensual grunts thrilling you to no end. God this was so fucking hot! Time to take things up a notch! ...or //two//! While Bunkar busies himself thrusting the regular dildo in and out with his incredible chute muscles, you managed to grab a pair of deluxe dildos. These were the big ones, more than a foot longer and thick as your fist. Once again, you completely failed to consider the use of lubricants, and when Bunkar finally realized you had two oversized sex toys pressing against his butt, it was too late. "AAARRRRGHHHHHHH!" Bunkar //ROARS//, his fists crushing into the ground as you somehow manage to force in //two// additional deluxe dildos, "RRAAAAAGHHHH!!! UUUUGGGGGHHNNN!!!" Unable to take so many dildos stretching his ass apart, Bunkar begins creaming himself, multiple spurts of cum erupting from his cock and dribbling down his quads and onto your lap. His ass was flexing so powerfully, his chute clenching and tightening so rapidly you could actually hear the dildos being squeezed out of shape. Bunkar's inner ass muscles were so strong you could actually see all three dildos being independently flexed in and out of his butt, each ramming against his prostate in an unending cycle of pounding and cumming. Eventually, Bunkar runs out of steam and all but crumples to the ground, his sore ass still on the bed with you massaging his bulging butt cheeks. Your lap is drenched in bunny-cum, curious given how small Bunkar's balls actually were. Satisfied with your work, you pluck out all three dildos with a resounding //pop//, and grin as your musclebound slave pulls together the strength to roll over. "Bunkar like that!" he groans, eyes closed and tongue lolling free, "Aaaahhhhh!" It's not for another ten minutes before Bunkar finally recovers, still flushed from his ordeal but clearly very pleased with the results. [[Back|Player Home Base]]<<else>>You need 1 Regular Dildo and 2 Deluxe Dildos to perform a Dildo Domination on Bunkar. [[Back|Follower Bunkar Sex]]<<endif>>

"Finally some //action//!" exclaims Malkorok. The orc licks his tusks and rakes the length of your body with a piercing gaze, "Now how are we gonna do it?" [[Give Blowjob|Follower Malkorok Sex Give Blowjob]] [[Maybe Later|Follower Malkorok]]

Malkorok's grin is infectious, for even as you're shoving him onto his messy bed do you feel yourself smirking like an idiot. The orc's huge, rippling muscles were tempting you greatly, your own cock spewing pre-cum like a leaky faucet as you force apart those thick, muscular quads. "Oh boy oh boy I've been waiting for this!" chuckles your olive-skinned companion, his throbbing erection swelling through the material of his clothes and staining it with pre. You waste no time falling onto your knees, your face pressed against Malkorok's manly dong as you drink in the scents seeping through the fabric. The orc is already feeling peckish, his thick fingers peeling away his clothing as your fingers busy themselves across the shredded mountains bulging out of his thighs. Soon enough, you pull away to watch as Malkorok's mighty erection, all 24 inches of it, springing free of its fabric prisons, the hulking tower of testosterone snapping to attention like a skyscraper supported by two enormous, veiny balls. Hungering for something salty, you grip the base of Malkorok's cock with your teeth and tongue, drawing a strained moan from the orc as you work your way up, kissing and sucking and occasionally biting the underside of that humongous cock. Right around the halfway mark Malkorok begins to squeal, his shudders causing your own prick to harden madly. There were a lot more veins along his dick than you remembered, and if his rapid breaths were any indication, you wagered the orc was having trouble containing what was surely a deluge of cum boiling within those heaving sacs. Pulling back for a moment to catch your breath, you turn your attention to the swollen mushroom head of Malkorok's manhood. Gosh, it was so swollen with blood you could see it pulsing angrily, his cum slip winking at you with every spurt of protein-rich juices. Enthralled, you lean in closer, your tongue pressing hotly against Malkorok's hole and causing every muscle in that huge body of his to clench with anticipation. Pushing yourself forward, you begin stretching your lips over the orc's massive cockhead, stuffing as much meat into your mouth as you possibly could. All this while your fingers caressed the rest of Malkorok's penis, that big, bulging, musclebound cock! //Damned//! "S-Slow d-down!" Malkorok breathes, albeit too softly for you to take him seriously. Without waiting, you begin hammering his swollen organ down your throat, hell bent on milking all the salty-sweet ambrosia for yourself. The orc is wailing now, his huge, naked muscles drenched in sweet as he twists and coils on the bed. Not two seconds later do the orc's testicles suddenly flex in your hands, a thundering //GROOUUAGGHHH// erupting from his lips as a massive bulge swelled across the underside of his dick. The first blast floods your mouth instantly, so much so there is cum dripping from your nostrils by the time you managed to pull back. Still, you managed to hang on to his beasty dick, your tongue lolling from your lips as you splash yourself with Malkorok's juices, grinning madly as the orc continues shooting wildly, your face and neck splattered with white as you smear that pulsing, erupting sex log all over your face. By the time you realized the semen stream had ceased, Malkorok is sprawled on his bed, his herculean chest muscles rising and falling as you pull yourself onto him. The grin on his face was definitely one you'd like to see again. "Gosh," he moans, shivering slightly as you give his still solid cock a firm grasp, "Now... Now //that//... hot!" Satisfied, you decide to leave Malkorok basking in the afterglow and return to your adventure. [[Back|Player Home Base]]

As expected of a sex ==palace== shop, the interior of Doug's Dildos smelled as though a dozen virile men were busy spraying your face with hot, heady cum. Alas, while you could count a dozen bodybuilders inspecting dildos much too large for their brawny butts, only a handful actually had their cocks out, much less orgasming into your face. Feeling a little frisky and getting a little turned on from all the monster dildos and penis pumps on display, you hastily make your way past several towers of ornamental sex toys and spot Doug, the hulking and barechested proprietor of this fine establishment. Upon seeing you, the Doberman <<print either("gets off the enormous throne of dildos he had been lounging on","stops flexing his huge pectorals for the benefit of a few nervous otters that were gawking at him through the store window","swiftly sweeps his countertop clean of cock-rings that had been suspiciously bent out of shape")>> and approaches you, grinning expectantly. "Welcome to Doug's Dildos!" he booms, "Now don't let the name fool you, we sell just about every kind of sex toy that comes to mind!" "...or we //would//, but we're all out of stock for everything that isn't a dildo at the moment!" [[Regular Dildo (300 coins)|Player Dougs Dildo Regular]] [[Deluxe Dildo (500 coins)|Player Dougs Dildo Deluxe]] [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 300>>The big, burly Doberman frowns slightly. "I can't sell you this unless you pay the full price up front," he grunts, "And no I don't do credit." [[Back|Irongard Dougs Dildos]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 300>>"So you're a beginner huh?" grunts Doug, "Pfft, you'll be upping the size on these things soon enough." "Trust me on this," he adds, "Nothing beats the sensation of getting your ass pounded and pounded //hard//!" <<set $PlayerToyDildoRegular += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 300>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Regular Dildo for a total of <<print $PlayerToyDildoRegular>>'') [[Back|Irongard Dougs Dildos]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 500>>The big, burly Doberman frowns slightly. "I can't sell you this unless you pay the full price up front," he grunts, "And no I don't do credit." [[Back|Irongard Dougs Dildos]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 500>>"A fantastic choice!" booms Doug, "Remember to lube up before using this, or don't, some people like it hard and //raw//!" <<set $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 500>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Deluxe Dildo for a total of <<print $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe>>'') [[Back|Irongard Dougs Dildos]]<<endif>>

You uncork the vial and take a whiff of its contents, the world spinning as you savoured the hot, musky scents. There was a distinct bovine aroma to it, one that almost sang about the heftiness of huge, heavy bull-sacs. Eager to absorb the essence of bull into yourself, you suck the vial dry in one swoop, a tingle running down to your testicles as the salty fluids were absorbed into your bloodstream. Slowly but surely, the weight dangling from your crotch begins to increase as your balls, awesome and swollen, begin bulging out with more and more mass. Your cock is rock hard as huge veins surge to life across your growing nuts. Then, quickly as it began, the sensations ease and your balls cease their relentless throbbing. <<if $PlayerBallSize <= 59>><<set $PlayerBallSize += 1>>(''Your balls feel a little larger'')<<elseif $PlayerBallSize >= 60>>Unfortunately, your balls are so huge by this point you're unable to pack on any additional testicular muscle mass.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial -= 1>> [[Back|Player Inventory]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">>

You uncork the vial and take a whiff of its contents, noting the distinct equine undertones and the fantastically powerful smell of sex that sings to your nostrils. It didn't help that the fluid resembled thick, viscous cum as well. Not wanting to tease your dick any longer, you down the vial in one swing and moan as a rippling sensation surges across your hardening rock. It was as though as thousand tongues were lashing at the sides of your growing prick, huge veins rising across the surface as the swollen organ throbs and flexes and bounces like a rutting bronco. You gasp, almost falling onto your knees, as several dollops of milky white pre-cum oozes, ever-so-slowly, from where your cock-hole pulsed with need Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, the pleasurable sensations ebb and your cock softens. <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 71>><<set $PlayerCockSize += 1>>(''Your cock feel a little larger'')<<elseif $PlayerCockSize >= 72>>Unfortunately, your super-dong is so huge by this point you're unable grow it any larger.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial -= 1>> [[Back|Player Inventory]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">>

The slice of Fruit Cake is curiously coloured – mostly yellow yet flecked with splatters of brown not unlike the coat of a certain, particularly tall organism whose name you can't remember at this time. As you down the cake, it seems to liquefy in your gullet and dissolve into the very flesh of your body. While you half expected to turn yellow and brown, nothing like that happens, although you soon notice your body feeling strangely warm and strangely... stretchy. Time seems to slow down, and you swear you see the ground slowly, yet surely, falling away from you. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, time returns to normal and you quickly inspect yourself for any changes. <<if $PlayerHeight <= 99>><<set $PlayerHeight += 3>>(''You feel taller'')<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 100>>Unfortunately, you don't notice anything new about yourself.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice -= 1>> [[Back|Player Inventory]] <<display "DebugPlayerSize">>

Despite questioning what madness would prompt you to consume something like this, you unstop the vial and down the potent shrinking solution without a second thought. The agony of your size being wrenched from your body is unimaginable, and you're soon too dizzy to stand straight. As the solution drains the power of your entire body, muscles and cock and balls, you feel everything concentrating into your prostate, ready to erupt from your cock in a wasteful blast of pure power. Unfortunately, it is then do you finally pass out. When you come to, there is no sign of whatever power you must have orgasmed, only the results of it remain. You've been reduced to short, slight, weakling whose arm muscles were comparable to wet noodles, among other things anyway. (''You have been whimpified'') <<set $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial -= 1>> [[Back|Player Inventory]] <<set $PlayerHeight to 55>> <<set $PlayerMuscle to 1>> <<set $PlayerCockSize to 2>> <<set $PlayerBallSize to 0.5>>

<<set $PlayerHairstyle to "crew cut">> <<set $PlayerBodyHair to 0>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesLeatherHarness to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesChainHarness to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesStuddedHarness to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesBondageStraps to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesPurpleTrunks to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesScarletTrunks to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesWhiteBoardshorts to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesOrangeBoardshorts to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesLimeGreenMankini to 0>> <<set $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit to 0>> <<set $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial to 0>> <<set $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial to 0>> <<set $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial to 0>> <<set $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice to 0>> <<set $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial to 0>> <<set $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig to 0>> <<set $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob to 0>> <<set $PlayerItemNewThingamajig to 0>> <<set $PlayerItemNewThingamabob to 0>> <<set $PlayerToyDildoRegular to 0>> <<set $PlayerToyDildoDeluxe to 0>> <<set $PlayerFollowerCount to 0>> <<set $NPCMalkorokCondition to 1>> <<set $FollowerMalkorok to 0>> <<set $FollowerMalkorokCondition to 0>> <<set $NPCBunkarCondition to 1>> <<set $FollowerBunkar to 0>> <<set $FollowerCody to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngHighlandHoney to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngHornysuckle to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngMinoMilk to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngMistletoe to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngPristineWater to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngRibleaf to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngRutweed to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngSwoleberry to 0>> <<set $PlayerIngVolatileRum to 0>> <<set $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "none">> <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 0>> <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarmQuest to 0>> <<set $RNG to 0>> <<set $WildlandUrsolExploreCount to 0>> <<set $WildlandShrublandExploreCount to 0>> <<set $WildlandShrublandOwenMet to 0>> <<set $WildlandWoodsExploreCount to 0>> <<set $WildlandIronIsleExploreCount to 0>> <<set $CombatControl to 0>> <<set $CombatChoice to 0>>

The interior of the Awesome Apothecary is bustling with activity, alchemists and curious visitors alike cramming the tight space as they inspected the various herbs and ingredients on offer. The only empty space, at least from your vantage point, appears to be the spot just behind the cashier, which also hosted a rather large, ornate looking fountain that spilled with usually clean, sparkling water. When you approach, the cashier takes one look you and beams. "Welcome to the Awesome Apothecary!" greets the cashier, "Now you look like a budding alchemist if I ever saw one! If you're looking to buy some alchemical reagents or some pristine water for use as a soluble base, you have but ask!" [[Mistletoe (50 coins)|Player Apothecary Mistletoe]] [[Pristine Water (20 coins)|Player Apothecary Pristine Water]] [[Ribleaf (40 coins)|Player Apothecary Ribleaf]] [[Rutweed (50 coins)|Player Apothecary Rutweed]] [[Back|Irongard Alchemy District]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 50>>The cashier refuses to hand over your order. "I'm sorry but you can't afford this at the moment," he explains, "Why don't you come back later when you have the money for it?" [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 50>>The cashier packs your order and hands it to you. "Thank you for your patronage," he says, grinning slyly, "Do stop by if you require more ingredients!" <<set $PlayerIngMistletoe += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 50>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Mistletoe for a total of <<print $PlayerIngMistletoe>>'') [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 20>>The cashier refuses to hand over your order. "I'm sorry but you can't afford this at the moment," he explains, "Why don't you come back later when you have the money for it?" [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 20>>The cashier packs your order and hands it to you. "Thank you for your patronage," he says, grinning slyly, "Do stop by if you require more ingredients!" <<set $PlayerIngPristineWater += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 20>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Pristine Water for a total of <<print $PlayerIngPristineWater>>'') [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 40>>The cashier refuses to hand over your order. "I'm sorry but you can't afford this at the moment," he explains, "Why don't you come back later when you have the money for it?" [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 40>>The cashier packs your order and hands it to you. "Thank you for your patronage," he says, grinning slyly, "Do stop by if you require more ingredients!" <<set $PlayerIngRibleaf += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 40>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Ribleaf for a total of <<print $PlayerIngRibleaf>>'') [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 50>>The cashier refuses to hand over your order. "I'm sorry but you can't afford this at the moment," he explains, "Why don't you come back later when you have the money for it?" [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 50>>The cashier packs your order and hands it to you. "Thank you for your patronage," he says, grinning slyly, "Do stop by if you require more ingredients!" <<set $PlayerIngRutweed += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 50>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Rutweed for a total of <<print $PlayerIngRutweed>>'') [[Back|Irongard Awesome Apothecary]]<<endif>>

The notes are really aged, tattered, and stained with chemicals. Still, you manage to find a piece that has remained somewhat legible. //...distillation finally successful, proposed update to recipe is as follows. //Pristine Water:// Basis for almost all known potions and a staple for experimental alchemical recipes requiring soluble solvent bases. //Rutweed:// Suitable replacement for prior extracts, aphrodisiacal properties intense and accurately reflected in Orc genome, inability to induce hypertrophy irrelevant given current recombination with other distillations, should investigate concentration gradients. //Ribleaf:// Extracts combine well with Rutweed. Not sure why nobody thought of using this. Note to self: experiment with broiling before use. //Swoleb... The notes end here. [[Back|Irongard Abandoned Lab]]

__Instructions__ Alchemical recipes may be found scattered over Waffallonia, or learned from people in the know. All creations require //Pristine Water// as a base, and comprise of //three// ingredients that vary with each recipe. Potions that you are unable to make, or lack sufficient ingredients for will not be displayed. __Note__ The abandoned laboratory consists of ''primitive'' equipment. You will thus require ''three times'' the ingredients to craft potions here. The amount is //Pristine Water// required is still one per potion. __Ingredients:__ <> <<if $PlayerIngHighlandHoney >= 1>>Highland Honey (<<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngHornysuckle >= 1>>Hornysuckle (<<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMinoMilk >= 1>>Mino "Milk" (<<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngMistletoe >= 1>>Mistletoe (<<print $PlayerIngMistletoe>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1>>Pristine Water (<<print $PlayerIngPristineWater>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 1>>Ribleaf (<<print $PlayerIngRibleaf>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngRutweed >= 1>>Rutweed (<<print $PlayerIngRutweed>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSpunkmoss >= 1>>Spunkmoss (<<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngSwoleberry >= 1>>Swoleberry (<<print $PlayerIngSwoleberry>>) <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngVolatileRum >= 1>>Volatile Rum (<<print $PlayerIngVolatileRum>>) <<endif>> <<endnobr>> __Crafts__ Last creation: <<print $PlayerPotionLastCreated>> <> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1 and $PlayerIngRutweed >= 3 and $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 3 and $PlayerIngSwoleberry >= 3>>[[Orc Juice|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew][$PlayerIngPristineWater -= 1; $PlayerIngRutweed -= 3; $PlayerIngHornysuckle -= 3; $PlayerIngSwoleberry -= 3; $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial += 1; $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "Vial of Orc Juice"]] <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1 and $PlayerIngRutweed >= 3 and $PlayerIngSpunkmoss >= 3 and $PlayerIngMinoMilk >= 3>>[[Bull Brew|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew][$PlayerIngPristineWater -= 1; $PlayerIngRutweed -= 3; $PlayerIngSpunkmoss -= 3; $PlayerIngMinoMilk -= 3; $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial += 1; $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "Vial of Bull Brew"]] <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1 and $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 3 and $PlayerIngSpunkmoss >= 3 and $PlayerIngHornysuckle >= 3>>[[Horse Draught|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew][$PlayerIngPristineWater -= 1; $PlayerIngRibleaf -= 3; $PlayerIngSpunkmoss -= 3; $PlayerIngHornysuckle -= 3; $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial += 1; $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "Vial of Horse Draught"]] <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1 and $PlayerIngHighlandHoney >= 3 and $PlayerIngRibleaf >= 3 and $PlayerIngSwoleberry >= 3>>[[Fruit Cake|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew][$PlayerIngPristineWater -= 1; $PlayerIngHighlandHoney -= 3; $PlayerIngRibleaf -= 3; $PlayerIngSwoleberry -= 3; $PlayerConsumableFruitCakeSlice += 1; $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "Slice of Fruit Cake"]] <<endif>> <<if $PlayerIngPristineWater >= 1 and $PlayerIngHighlandHoney >= 3 and $PlayerIngMistletoe >= 3 and $PlayerIngVolatileRum >= 3>>[[Shrinking Solution|Irongard Abandoned Lab Brew][$PlayerIngPristineWater -= 1; $PlayerIngHighlandHoney -= 3; $PlayerIngMistletoe -= 3; $PlayerIngVolatileRum -= 3; $PlayerConsumableShrinkingSolutionVial += 1; $PlayerPotionLastCreated to "Vial of Shrinking Solution"]] <<endif>> <<endnobr>> [[Back|Irongard Abandoned Lab]]

You have gained 14 Swoleberries (which cannot currently be found in-game). <<set $PlayerIngSwoleberry += 14>> <<return>>

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 0>> You have arrived in ''Morningwood Farm''. After following an overgrown dirt road for what seemed like hours, you finally find yourself before a quaint little farmstead surrounded on all sides by Waffallonia's low-lying mountain ranges. There were only two buildings – the main farmhouse and a barn that had been built into the rock of a sheer cliff. However, you could tell that the farm was anything //but// boring, for peppering the space was a small handful of huge, hulking, horse-hung //minotaurs// busying themselves with all manners of activities. Some were tending to the vegetable garden, others were hauling sacks of grain about, and the rest were lounging in whatever sun they could find. And then was the part where they had //all// stripped down to short shorts or ragged loincloths that all but failed to hide their exquisitely-sized bulges. Even from here you could smell the torrid mixture of sweat and sex that //screamed// of raw man. The wind shifts as you enter the farm proper, carrying your scent to the muscled-up bovine-bodybuilders. Almost in unison do they perk up, even the ones who had been snoozing, their enormous bulges suddenly throbbing as they turned their fearsome visages your way. <<if $PlayerMuscle < 40>>Given your size and that the smallest among them stood eight feet tall and likely weighed a solid ton in raw muscle mass, you couldn't help but shudder slightly.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>Despite your solid, powerful muscles, you couldn't help but tremble slightly at the sight of all these hulking bull-men, the smallest of whom stood at a stunning eight feet and likely weighed a solid ton in terms of raw muscle mass.<<endif>> Just before the closest of the minotaurs could make a move, the front door of the farmhouse pops open, the soft pop catching your attention before your breath is once again wrenched from you. <<display IMAGECody>> "Well howdy!" calls the kangaroo, his chiselled pectorals glistening in the sun, "It's not every day we get visitors, c'mere would you?" At your approach, the rancher tips his cowboy hat your way and flashes a gleaming, pearly-white grin. His features are more than handsome, his expression at once both mischievous yet welcoming. "G'day mate!" he exclaims, one huge calloused paw <<if $PlayerMuscle < 40>>almost crushing your hand,<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 40>>catching yours in a firm handshake,<<endif>> "Welcome to my farm! I'm Cody, Cody Morningwood, and who might you be?" You introduce yourself as <<print $PlayerName>>. This close, one look is all it takes for you to know that Cody stands <<if $PlayerHeight < 75>>taller than<<elseif $PlayerHeight is 75>>equal to<<elseif $PlayerHeight > 75>>shorter than<<endif>> you and that like the minotaurs of his farm, the big, broad-shouldered, and //very// hairy kangaroo beefcake isn't too fond of shirts. He's clad in nothing save for a pair of sky-blue boardshorts, the waistband of which already stretched far thanks to the enormous meat-log growing from his inviting, muscled crotch. "Ah... well <<print $PlayerName>> it's a pleasure meeting ya, though if you're here for some Mino 'Milk'... I'm afraid I can't provide any right now. Cody turns and throws a glance toward the entrance to his mountain-barn. "On the other hand," he continues, ice-blue eyes almost twinkling, "I'm actually about to fix that little problem, so why don't cha come back later? I should have some Mino 'Milk' ready for sale then. <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 1>> [[Leave|Player Home Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 1>> You have arrived in ''Morningwood Farm''. As with your last visit, the farm's minotaurs were still milling about, busying themselves with various aspects of farm life. In fact, nothing seems to have changed at all. Upon entering the farm proper, <<print either("you see Cody chatting up a pair of minotaurs, both of whom were sporting prominent erections through their loincloth wraps. As you near, one of them spots you and grunts, breaking the conversation and allowing you to speak to Cody.","you see a pair of minotaurs wrestling beside the garden, their enormous muscles flexing with impunity as they dove at each other like rutting bulls. Temporarily enraptured, it takes you a while to spot Cody heading your way.","you spot Cody being cornered by a particularly large minotaur who's sporting a massive, cum-spewing erection. They're both looking rather restless, for differing reasons by your guess, although Cody manages to get away when he spots you coming.")>> "It's not good," he begins, even before you could greet him, "Mino 'Milk' production is zilch so I can't sell you anything." Your conversation is briefly interrupted by one of Cody's minotaurs, a huge sack of veggies under each monumentally-muscled arm. After he leaves, Cody stares you dead in the face and takes a deep breath. "<<print $PlayerName>>, I need ya help. If I don't get Mino 'Milk' production back up again I might lose this farm //and// my entire crew. I'm not growing enough vegetables to sell, given how much these guys eat, and I can't grow more because the land here is too rocky beyond my little garden." "So, can you help me?" [[Yes|Morningwood Farm Base][$ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 2]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 2>>"Fantastic!" exclaims Cody, the minotaur rancher flashing you another starry grin, "Now please, come with me." You follow the kangaroo as he leads you toward the mountain-barn and pushes the huge doors open. Instead of the earthy, rocky storage area you had been expecting, you instead find a broad, longish room with what appeared to be showering stalls lined up on either side. Large, transparent pipes ran the length of the walls and ceiling, many branching off and disappearing, one or two at a time, into each stall. At the furthest end of the room, you see a tall, clunky-looking machine with a control panel by its base. It was flanked by a pair of huge, glass, but ultimately empty storage tanks. "Welcome to where the magic //would// happen if I could just fix the main pump," Cody says brightly, gesturing toward the large machine at the end of the room, "It used to be that my crew comes in here thrice a day for their milking sessions, once after their morning workout, once before lunch, and once before bedtime." The kangaroo sighs and shrugs his shoulders. "Confounded machine just upped and died on me one day, and my crew has been out of work ever since. To make matters worse, they're about to go into rut and if I can't get them milked soon..." Cody suddenly shudders, a soft moan slipping through his strong lips. "Well let's say my prostate will bear the brunt of it, not to mention all the... ahem... Mino 'Milk' that would go to waste." Before you can say anything, Cody throws you a sly wink and adds, "C'mon I'll show you around." It turns how that each stall was a literal //milking// stall. Some came with big beds, others comfily-cushioned chairs, and others still large, reinforced rape-racks not unlike the ones you'd find in a BDSM speciality shop. Every stall however, as Cody so pointed out, was equipped with at least three vacuum tubes (of varying sizes) for the swollen, bloated, cum-gushing cocks of the farm's minotaur crew. A few stalls were even equipped with nipple tubes, for the handful of particularly-gifted minotaurs who could lactate raw testosterone when they were really, //really//, aroused. "It's my job to ensure cum production is..." Cody caught himself midsentence, "Sorry, I meant to say //Mino 'Milk'// production is at its maximum, so you'd normally find me running between stalls jamming dildos into their butts or some such, tis a good life really. Unable to help yourself, you steal a glance earthward and see that Cody //really// enjoyed his job. "Anyway!" Cody suddenly exclaims, likely having caught your glance, before dragging you to the base of the machine, which sat lifeless and non-functioning. "This pump is what allows me to collect massive amounts of high quality Mino 'Milk'. At any given moment this thing can suck, process, and package my product at the push of a button. Unfortunately it stopped functioning one day and for the love of me I don't know what's wrong." "So here's the deal <<print $PlayerName>>," declares Cody, "Please, //please// do what you can to get this working again. If you succeed, I'll be able to supply people with Mino 'Milk' again, and I'll even throw in a special discount for you." [[Continue|Morningwood Farm Base][$ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 3]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 3>>You have arrived in ''Morningwood Farm''. There isn't much going on due to the malfunctioning pump in the milking parlour. The resident minotaurs, all of whom were hulking, musclebound creatures clad in short shorts or ragged loincloths, were milling about doing their own things. Some tended to the vegetable garden, others were doing maintenance work on the farmhouse, and others still were lounging about looking hot and bothered due to the approaching rutting season. As you enter the farm proper, <<print either("you spot a pair of enormous, butt-naked minotaur muscle gods going at it while others watched with rapped attention. Their bloated, swollen cocks were glistening with pre and sticking out on either side of their bodies as they kissed and sucked at each other's mouths as though their plane was going down. If you didn't fix the milking parlour soon, there was a good chance all the Mino 'Milk' churning within those huge, hefty ball sacs would end up spilled as opposed to bottled.","you pass a trio of minotaurs lounging in the sun, thick fingers twisting their hairy nipples as they squirmed and moaned lustfully. Judging by the awesome tents straining the material of their skimpy garments, you surmised that these big boys desperately needed a good milking, if only you could resolve the problem with the milking parlour that is.","you see a particularly monstrous minotaur pressing Cody, his employer and owner of the farm, against the wall of his farmhouse with nothing but his gigantic pectoral muscles. The bigger man was so boned you could actually smell the testosterone from here, let alone what Cody must have been experiencing being that close to the hulking bovine sex god. For all he was, the kangaroo rancher was keeping himself extremely disciplined, even if his own cock was visible throbbing within the confines of his sky-blue board shorts. Not long after, the minotaur must have realised he wasn't going to get Cody to sex him today, and promptly plants his employer back on the ground where he belonged.")>> A good distance from where you are is the sheer cliff of a mountain that surrounds the farm on three sides. The entrance to the milking parlour is located there. The farm's owner, Cody Morningwood, is nearby and <<print either("tending to some pumpkins in his vegetable garden","filling up a bucket from the farm's outdoor water pump","ogling his muscular minotaur crew with a sly grin")>>. You could approach him for help if you needed. [[Cody|Morningwood Farm Cody]] [[Milking Parlour|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>You have arrived in ''Morningwood Farm''. Nestled in a natural alcove and surrounded on three sides by a low-lying Waffallonian mountain range, the farm is as much a cosy little hamlet as it is a haven for rutting, musclebound minotaurs looking to make a decent living. As always, the farm consists of a simple farmhouse, a sizeable vegetable garden, and a milking parlour cleverly disguised as a barn built into the rocky wall of a sheer mountain cliff. Upon entering the farm proper, <<print either("you see several minotaurs, likely on break given their flushed faces and slight limps, munching on raw cabbages around a small campfire. They're looking much happier now compared to the bored, bothered crewmen you saw on your first visit.","you spot only a couple of minotaurs lugging some heavy-looking sacks about, and surmise that the others were busy enjoying themselves in the farm's milking parlour.","you nearly bump into a pair of well-dressed equine men on their way out. By the looks of their clothing, you figure they must been merchants here to place orders.")>> Cody approaches you moments later, a big grin on his furry face. "Welcome back <<print $PlayerName>>!" exclaims the hunky kangaroo-hunk as he gives his chest muscles an inviting flex, "Thanks again for your help! The farm wouldn't be the same without you!" [[Cody|Morningwood Farm Cody]] [[Milking Parlour|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>You have arrived in ''Morningwood Farm''. Nestled in a natural alcove and surrounded on three sides by a low-lying Waffallonian mountain range, the farm is as much a cosy little hamlet as it is a haven for rutting, musclebound minotaurs looking to make a decent living. While Cody has moved in with you, you see that the minotaurs have made no modifications to his old farmhouse. That being said, the vegetable garden looks a lot larger than you remembered, with many additional pots of veggies lining the path up to the farmhouse. Thankfully the milking parlour, cleverly disguised as a barn built into the rocky wall of a sheer mountain cliff, appeared to still be functioning at maximum capacity. Upon entering the farm proper Chief, the hugemongous and phenomenally muscular minotaur Cody had left in charge, stomps over to greet you. Towering over his colleagues at whole //eleven// feet tall and goodness knows how many tons of muscle; Chief truly was the sight to behold. That he was clad in nothing but a skimpy, tearing loincloth that wrapped his momentous morning wood like an obscene fabric condom only made you feel... warmer. "<<print $PlayerName>>," grunts Chief, the lowness of his thundering baritone causing the very earth to quake, "<<print either("Hope you're taking good care of Cody now that he's moved in with you. Wouldn't want to have to pay you a visit, that would get... messy.","Next time you see Cody, tell him he's invited for a farm-wide cum bath cum bodybuilding contest, he's been dreaming about one since he took over.","Funny, I was just practicing crushing rocks between these enormous biceps of mine. You know, for when I find out you're not treating Cody as well as you could.","Can't say I enjoy life here without Cody. He always did have that special something, at least where my prostate was concerned, what I'd give to cum like that again.","Some of the boys are missing Cody real bad. Would your garrison be well defended by any chance?","Not that I'm questioning your ability to take real good care of Cody now that he's moved in with you, but do you happen to know if your cranium has the same consistency as these rocks I've been crushing between my pecs all morning?")>> [[Chief|Morningwood Farm Cody]] [[Milking Parlour|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]<<endif>>

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 3>>Cody perks up upon seeing you and bounds over, one big-ass grin across his furry face. <<display IMAGECody>> "Well howdy <<print $PlayerName>>!" greets Cody, his hairy pectorals gleaming with sweat, "Thanks again for agreeing to fix the Mega Milker X5000! I might be at my wits end, but if there's anything I can do to help you along just let me know! Also, I suppose you could ask Chief for help if you need anything heavy lifted, but I'd rather you not, he's been a bit... grumpy... as of late." <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig is 1 or $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob is 1>> [[Show Broken Parts|Morningwood Farm Talk Parts]]<<endif>> [[Ask about Chief|Morningwood Farm Talk Other]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody is looking positively elated, if his beaming grin is any indication. <<display IMAGECody>> "Howdy <<print $PlayerName>>!" he booms, massive chest muscles flexing in delight, "You'll be happy to know I'm finally able to work on my huge backlog of Mino 'Milk' orders. Output is through the roof and Chief's new methods for stimulating production means that we'll be back on track in no time! That doesn't mean I haven't set any 'Milk' aside for you of course, I'm even willing to hand them over for a massive discount!" The kangaroo pauses for a moment, his icy-blue irises twinkling slightly. "There's one other thing on my mind," he continues, slowly as if nervous about something, "Now that the farm's up and running again, Chief has assured me that he'll be able to handle things enough for me to take a long overdue vacation. He also tells me that //you// happen to own a small garrison nestled in the peaceful countryside." Cody pauses again, his gaze twinkling even more now. Slowly, he raises one massive bicep toward your face and begins curling an invisible dumbbell, the enormous mound of muscle somehow growing even huger and harder mere inches from you had begun to drool. "I daresay you could use a hunky, hairy, horse-hung new room... garrison-mate," teases Cody as he gives his arm another powerful flex, "What say you?" [[Move in with me?|Morningwood Farm Cody Move]] [[Buy Mino Milk|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk]] [[Ask about Chief|Morningwood Farm Talk Other]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>Chief, huge and mean-looking as ever, wastes no time breathing a cloud of steam into your face. "Alright fine we can chat," he grunts, rolling his awesome shoulders, "And no, I have no intention of forfeiting the Mino 'Milk' discount Cody gave you, he //is// still in charge you know." [[Buy Mino Milk|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk]] [[Ask about Cody|Morningwood Farm Talk Other]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<endif>>

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 3>>The milking parlour is as unchanged as your first visit. Tunnel-like, the cavernous room is well-maintained and spotlessly cleaned. Long, transparent tubes run the length of the upper walls and ceiling, many of them branching off and flowing into the many milking stalls that line the walls. Unfortunately the parlour is deathly silent and deserted due to the malfunctioning pump. The machine in question sits innocently at the far end, flanked on either side by enormous glass cylinders that would no doubt be filled with potent Mino "Milk" on a better day. Given that most of the stalls contain similar milking instruments – cock tubes, soft beddings, and even nipple vacuums in some cases – you see that there isn't much else to do here besides inspecting the machine Cody has tasked you to fix. [[The Mega Milker X5000|Morningwood Farm Milker]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>The milking parlour is a hive of activity right now. Just standing here sees your senses assailed by a torrid concoction of sex, sweat, and semen. There were minotaurs grunting, moaning, even bellowing their ecstasy for all to hear as their monstrous muscular cocks exploded with superhuman seed, the precious Mino "Milk" quickly being drawn into the vacuum tubes that ran the length of the walls and ceiling. Courtesy of the Mega Milker X5000, it seems the orgasms currently being experienced by Cody's crew were so epic that none of them noticed your presence. As you inspected each stall, you see that the overstimulated minotaurs were being subject to various... instruments... that no doubt increased their yield. Some had enormous, //spikey// dildos rammed up their butts. Others had electrified clamps pinching their swollen nipples. And others still were being face-fucked by Chief, //the// hugest, most muscular minotaur on the farm and Cody's right hand man. Chief has just popped out of a stall, nude like the rest of his men but sporting an erection so magnificently massive you doubted any of the cock pumps here would fit him. He currently has an unconscious minotaur over one huge shoulder, the blissful expression on the smaller bull-man's face a sure sign he enjoyed his recent manhandling. "G'day <<print $PlayerName>>," rumbles Chief as he squeezes past you, "Please remember I'm contractually obligated to bash your head back into your ribcage in the event you contaminate our stocks of Mino 'Milk'. So please, do me a favour and stay far away from that empty stall, I'll have it occupied again in a jiffy." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>The situation in the milking parlour is so intense you actually feel your skin tingling from just stepping in. It seems that now with Cody gone, Chief has 'enhanced' the place with copious amounts of black leather, reinforced shackles, and a healthy amount of chain. While the new dungeon-theme was unmistakably ominous, it didn't appear to have impacted Mino 'Milk' production in any way. If anything, the minotaurs seem to be churning out even //more// cum than ever before. As you inspect the stalls, you see that the majority of them have been tied down, chained up, or shackled in some way or other. Nearly all of them have had their rippling buttocks plugged with these huge spiked dildos and even more had sparkling electrical wires crocodile-clipped to their stiffened nipples. They were //all// gagged in some way, their moans, squeals, and roars muffled as they struggled, even convulsed in their respective stalls. It was strangely stimulating standing here, although you no matter how hard you looked there didn't appear to be any empty stalls where you could inconspicuously insert yourself into. [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]<<endif>>

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 3>>The Mega Milker X5000 appears even larger up close. You can barely imagine just how much machinery must have been contained within its metallic shell, although you surmise there was probably a very large pump taking up most of the space. After fiddling with the controls and finding them non-functional, your attention is drawn to the side of the machine, where a small metal panel had been removed, exposing a jumble of wires and other bits of unfamiliar machinery. Cody must have removed this in an attempt to inspect the pumper's inner workings, although given his immense muscularity, you couldn't imagine he having gotten very far. <<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarmQuest is 0>>Kneeling down for a closer look, <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>you see that your arms, too, are much too muscular to have any hope of squeezing into the narrow space. Perhaps you'd be able to get your arm to fit if you reduced the size of your muscles somehow. [[Back|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle < 20>>you see that your arm, lacking Cody's gargantuan muscles, fit through the panel perfectly. After some blind groping, your fingers close around something with an unnaturally odd shape. You pull, and the component comes free. While you had not the slightest idea what this might be, you knew a melted device when you saw one. This... thingamajig had long lost its original shape and now resembled a solid puddle of plastic and loose wires. Deciding to be more thorough, you reach back into the machine and quickly find another unnatural-feeling component. When you pull it out, you see that while this one has retained its original shape, it had been completely fried, so much so that just turning it in your palm sees your fingers stained with soot. So that's why the Mega Milker X5000 refused to work. All you need to do now is find out just what these things are and replace them, simple! <<set $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig += 1>><<set $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob += 1>> (''You have gained 1 Melted Thingamajig for a total of <<print $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig>>'') (''You have gained 1 Fried Thingamabob for a total of <<print $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob>>'') <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarmQuest to 1>> [[Back|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]]<<endif>><<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarmQuest is 1>>It's a good thing you've removed the damaged components. Now all you had to do is replace them with new bits <<if $PlayerItemNewThingamajig < 1 or $PlayerItemNewThingamabob < 1>>(once you got your hands on them) <<endif>>and the Mega Milker X5000 will work good as new once again. <<if $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>You might want to find some way to shrink your muscles again though, your arms looks too muscular to fit through the panel.<<endif>> <<if $PlayerItemNewThingamajig is 1 and $PlayerItemNewThingamabob is 1 and $PlayerMuscle < 20>> [[Replace Parts|Morningwood Farm Milker Fix Scene]]<<endif>> [[Back|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]]<<endif>><<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm > 3>>The Mega Milker X5000 appears to be working perfectly. All the buttons on the control panel are green and both storage tanks are churning with thick, warm Mino "Milk". You don't seem to have anything to do here. [[Back|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]]<<endif>>

<<set $PlayerItemNewThingamajig -= 1>><<set $PlayerItemNewThingamabob -= 1>>You reach through the panel and replace the missing components with these new pieces. As expected, they click perfectly into place, almost as if they knew they belonged in their respective sockets. When nothing happens, you pull your arm out, turn your attention back to the control panel, and hit what you hoped to be the power switch. There is a loud //HONK//, followed by a resounding //BANG//, before the Mega Milker X5000 begins thrumming with life. With every button lit and the resounding //thump thump thump// of heavy pumps working in the background, you felt confident that the machine was going to work again. And, it seemed Cody's minotaur crew felt the same way, for the doors to the parlour immediately burst open as a small army of furry beef-gods comes storming in. Desperate for release, the minotaurs waste no time ripping their clothes to bits and diving into the nearest stalls, their lewd moans and ecstatic wails filling the air as they slammed their cocks into the waiting vacuum pumps. The room is soon bustling with activity, the overhead pipes pulsing slightly as copious amounts of Mino "Milk" was vacuumed into the waiting storage tanks. As the dust clears, Cody pushes his way through the furry semi-riot, his face cleaved asunder with the biggest grin you've ever seen. "<<print $PlayerName>>!" he beams, "You... You did it!" Whatever he says next is drowned out as a synchronised orgasm rips through the parlour, causing the overhead pipes to throttle dangerously. "I don't know how to thank you!" Cody roars over the noise, "But I think I have an idea! Come meet me outside once you're done here <<print $PlayerName>>, I feel as though I can make you an offer you can't refuse!" <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 4>> [[Back|Morningwood Farm Milking Parlour]]

You show Cody the damaged machine components. "You say you found <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig is 1 and $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob is 1>>these<<else>>this<<endif>> in the machine?" Cody exclaims, eyes growing wide as he regards your opened palm, "Sonofabitch!" Cody seems to think for a moment, before turning and yelling out loud. "Chief!" he shouts, "Chief get over here!" Seconds later Chief, Cody's right hand and easily the hugest and most muscular minotaur around, comes lumbering over. Unlike the other minotaurs and their monstrous erections, Chief is sporting a veritable cruise missile between his mighty legs, that it hadn't yet soaked his loincloth with seed spoke wonders of his self-control. After Chief grunts something that you likened to raw thunder, Cody gestures to the faulty <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig is 1 and $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob is 1>>component<<else>>components<<endif>> in your hand. "<<print $PlayerName>> found these in the Mega Milker X5000," he explains. "Humph," Chief humphs, a cloud of steam gushing from his flaring nostrils, "And people wonder why us minotaurs don't trust them 'proper' bulls." <<if $PlayerSpecies isnot "Bull">>Despite you not being a bull<<elseif $PlayerSpecies is "Bull">>Perhaps due to your being a fully-fledged bull<<endif>>, Chief spends a moment regarding you with undisguised distain. "You don't worry your hat off Cody," grunts Chief as he turns to leave, "I'm going to fuck him up real good alright." As Chief stomps off, occasionally growling at his fellow crewmates, Cody turns to you and grins a nervous grin. "Now don't you worry about him <<print $PlayerName>>," he explains, "It's just that I... might... have compulsively replaced the old milking machine, which was starting to slow down, with this new one in exchange for a few cartons of Mino 'Milk'. Tis a shame, that big, buff, mysterious bull merchant was quite the looker too." He then glances at the <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig is 1 and $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob is 1>>component<<else>>components<<endif>> in your hand and sighs. "Unfortunately I have no idea how to help you here," he says, "But you'd probably have some luck asking about in Irongard City's Merchant District, I hear you can buy //anything// there." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 3>>"Oh Chief's the first minotaur I hired and my number two guy here on the farm," Cody explains before adding, "He's just over yonder, look." Your attention is directed to <<print either("the nearby vegetable garden","a camp fire near the outskirts of the farm","an empty spot beside the farmhouse")>>, where a positively enormous minotaur hulk was busy <<print either("wrestling down a pair of his lesser colleagues, their big fat cocks stiffer than iron but curiously dry","munching on a pumpkin that might as well have been an apple in his huge hand","violently ploughing the butt of a smaller colleague","curling a barbell so packed with weights that it was starting to bend","huffing and gruffing and stroking his dick so violently it was a wonder it wasn't spewing even a single drop of bull juice")>>. While a minotaur like the rest of Cody's crew, this one stood a good head and shoulders taller than his colleagues and was so //stacked// you swore the ground actually shook with his passing. As you return your attention to Cody, the rancher wiggles his eyebrows at you, grinning mischievously. "Absolutely wonderful help that one," he continues, "Can pretty much run the farm by himself when I'm away, although I'll admit he's having more and more trouble controlling himself these past weeks, not something a good milking couldn't fix of course." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody has a dreamy look on his face and doesn't immediately respond. As you're repeating your question though, the rancher suddenly snaps back to attention. "Ah, Chief!" booms Cody as he turns to look for the minotaur in question, "I'm sure you've met him by now – huge-ass minotaur bodybuilder-god who's been managing the parlour while I'm out here with you?" Cody pauses for a moment as a thundering, almost synchronised bellow echoes from the milking parlour. "That must be him now!" giggles Cody, the kangaroo wiggling his eyebrows at you, "He's my number two guy, <<print $PlayerName>>, also the biggest minotaur on the farm and //very// good when he's not accidentally breaking my bed with his muscles." "Why, come to think of it, he'll probably have no trouble running the farm if I were to step away for a holiday." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>Chief's expression darkens dangerously. "You're asking //me// that?" he growls, eyes burning a hole into your soul, "After Cody moves in with //you//?" The hulking minotaur seizes you by the shoulders and hefts you off the ground with frightening ease. "Cody had better not have gone missing <<print $PlayerName>>," Chief almost spits, "I've never torn any assholes apart with my hands before, but you damn well believe I'll start with //you//." Despite your struggles, Chief is simple too huge and too muscular for your efforts to bear any fruit. Somehow, you manage to blurt out that Cody is fine, and that you simply wanted to know more about him. Almost an entire minute passes before Chief's expression softens and, without warning, he drops you. "Harrumph", Chief harrumphs, "And I //was// looking forward to ripping your ass apart too." "Cody is..." he continues, appearing to struggle with his words, "Well... more than great, gave me a job when my life hit a rough patch without even thinking about it. He didn't need to you know, had just taken over the farm from his dad and everything." Chief suddenly blushes, the redness of his cheeks visible even through his thick brown fur. "We're done talking about this!" he snaps, before crossing his farms and snorting another cloud of steam. [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>>

"I thought you'd never ask!" proclaims Cody, the kangaroo almost bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Alright, let me just go tell Chief he's in charge again and I'll be on my way." "Oh and I already know where you live, don't worry, Chief has been very thorough!" (''You have gained a Follower – Cody Morningwood'') <<set $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm to 5>><<set $FollowerCody to 1>><<set $PlayerFollowerCount += 1>> [[Back|Morningwood Farm Base]]

<<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody's expression drops slightly. "Oh alright if that's what you want," he mutters, before clearing his throat, "I saved the best and freshest Mino 'Milk' for you, at a 90% discount no less!" "A single bottle with cost you 100 coins, but if you'd like to buy in bulk, I can sell you ten bottles for 800 coins, what say you?" [[One Bottle (100 coins)|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk One]] [[Ten Bottles (800 coins)|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk Ten]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>Chief gives you a sour look. "Ooh, you want some of our precious Mino 'Milk' that I'm contractually obligated to sell to you at a //loss//! Even worse, if you buy ten bottles at a time I have to sell it to you for //even// less! What next? You want it straight from the tap?" Chief's disapproving look slowly dissolves as he regards you. "Actually <<print $PlayerName>>, do you so happen to have an unbreakable jaw like us minotaurs? Because... you know... getting stuff from the tap can be quite the experience." "Also, do you have health insurance?" [[One Bottle (100 coins)|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk One]] [[Ten Bottles (800 coins)|Morningwood Farm Buy Milk Ten]] [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 100>><<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody chuckles. "Oh <<print $PlayerName>> you //know// I can't just give over the Mino 'Milk', I might start a coup with only Chief to defend me!" "And no, as much as Chief dreams of a day like that happening, I'm not ready to let that happen, please come back with more monies!" [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>Chief glares at you so hard you swear you could feel your skin starting to burn. "You come back with gold if you'd like to keep the use of your legs <<print $PlayerName>>, don't //make// me fuck you. Trust me on this, you do //not// want that to happen." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>><<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 100>><<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody smiles warmly as you pile the coins into his waiting paws. "And thank you kindly <<print $PlayerName>>!" he chimes, before pocketing the gold and handing you your Mino "Milk". <<set $PlayerIngMinoMilk += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Mino "Milk" for a total of <<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>'') [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>A muscle in Chief's neck twitches as he counts the coins you've piled into his paws. "Well, that's about right," he sighs, before reluctantly handing you a bottle of Mino "Milk". "Ugh... enjoy, <<print $PlayerName>>." <<set $PlayerIngMinoMilk += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 100>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Mino "Milk" for a total of <<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>'') [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $PlayerMoney < 800>><<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody chuckles. "Oh <<print $PlayerName>> you //know// I can't just hand you an entire carton of Mino 'Milk', I might start a coup with only Chief to defend me!" "And no, as much as Chief dreams of a day like that happening, I'm not ready to let that happen, please come back with more monies!" "Also, if Chief put you up to this, tell him there's a whip waiting for him at the end of today." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>Chief glares at you so hard you swear you could feel your skin starting to burn. "You come back with gold if you'd like to keep the use of your legs <<print $PlayerName>>, don't //make// me fuck you. Trust me on this, you do //not// want that to happen." [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>><<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 800>><<if $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 4>>Cody smiles warmly as you pile the coins into his waiting paws. "And thank you kindly <<print $PlayerName>>!" he chimes, before pocketing the gold and handing you an entire carton of Mino "Milk". <<set $PlayerIngMinoMilk += 10>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 800>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 10 Mino "Milk" for a total of <<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>'') [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<elseif $ZoneStatusMorningwoodFarm is 5>>A muscle in Chief's neck twitches as he counts the coins you've piled into his paws. "Well, that's about right," he sighs, before reluctantly handing you an entire carton of Mino "Milk". "Ugh... enjoy, <<print $PlayerName>>." <<set $PlayerIngMinoMilk += 10>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 800>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 10 Mino "Milk" for a total of <<print $PlayerIngMinoMilk>>'') [[Back|Morningwood Farm Cody]]<<endif>><<endif>>

Very much like the district in which it was built, Brogar's Brew and Stew is a hive of activity. Just about every floor of the triple-storied establishment is crowded with all sorts of patrons engaging in all manners of merriment. Some were drinking, others were feasting, and others still were bellowing with laugher amongst their many circles of friends. The first level of the enormous inn, where you now found yourself, even possessed an //enormous// fire pit built between two pillars, a gigantic slab of mystery meat slowly rotating as a handful of innkeepers drizzled it in gravy. Brogar, the ruggedly handsome bodybuilder-orc barkeep, grins broadly as you squeeze your way to the bar. The tusked green-skin's muscles are perpetually slick with sweat given the heat of the Brew and Stew, although a small part of you suspects that only contributes to his popularity. Said popularity was probably also helped by the fact Brogar didn't dress in anything more than a pair of raggedy old shorts that only just barely contained his magnificently-massive orcish member. "Welcome to the Brew and Stew <<print $PlayerName>>," boisterously bellows Brogar as you hop onto the only available stool, "Only the finest saloon cum hustler house outside the Temple District! If you're looking for mysterious merchants and or shady smugglers, well look no further! Brogar's Brew and Stew has it all!" "...well, //almost//!" [[Brogar|Irongard Brew and Stew Brogar]] [[Drunk Mechanist|Irongard Brew and Stew Mechanist]] [[Leave|Irongard Merchant District]]

Like so many of the Brew and Stew's patrons, this one fellow is drunk off his rockers and clinging onto his stool for much needed support. Unlike so many of the Brew and Stew's patrons, he's wearing a set of mechanic overalls over his regular clothes. The red-faced human also has a set of dirty techno-googles on his forehead, very much like the mechanists employed by the military back home. Currently, the mechanist is singing to himself (or trying to), and while he does seem aware of your presence, you're not entirely sure if you should approach him. <> <<if $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig is 1 and $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob is 1>>[[Show Milker Parts|Irongard Mechanist Milker Parts]] <<endif>> [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew]] <<endnobr>>

As you hold the Melted Thingamajig and Fried Thingamabob before the drunk mechanist's glazed eyes, you swear you see them focus for but the briefest of moments. "Eh?" he suddenly mutters as he slumps onto the countertop, "Wot you... hic... got there mate?" The situation seems promising, so you explain the origins of the broken parts in as much detail as you can. The mechanist probably didn't hear a word of it, but he still takes the parts from you to regard them. "Aye... hic!" he drones, "I know wot these are!" He tries turning to regard you but only succeeds in flopping off his stool. After you manage to pull him back, the mechanist ends up clinging onto your shoulder for support. "You the rancher aren't you mate?" he groans, clutching his head with one hand, "Oh gods thank you for coming in person, thought you'd send that brute of yours... hic!" "Good gosh that one... hic... time I tripped over your feet... hic... stupidly huge kangaroo feet... hic... thoughts your man was gonna rip me apart... hic!" "Now... hic... don't you worry lave, they don't call me... hic... the... hic... for nothing! Just give me a bit guv... hic!" "Just a... hic... bit!" The mechanist begins rummaging through the pockets of his overalls. While he manages to fall asleep a few times, there wasn't anything a good shake couldn't fix. Just as you began growing impatient, the mechanist fishes out a small, wrapped box from his overalls. "T-This here... now wot was that guvs name... eh... told me you'd need these." <<set $PlayerItemNewThingamajig to 1>><<set $PlayerItemNewThingamabob to 1>><<set $PlayerItemMeltedThingamajig to 0>><<set $PlayerItemFriedThingamabob to 0>> (''You have gained 1 New Thingamajig for a total of <<print $PlayerItemNewThingamajig >>'') (''You have gained 1 New Thingamabob for a total of <<print $PlayerItemNewThingamabob >>'') [[Who?|Irongard Mechanist Milker Part Hint]] [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew Mechanist]]

The mechanist thinks really hard for a moment (or as hard as someone this drunk could think anyway). "Ah... S-Stur-" His eyes suddenly glaze over and his head goes limp, although you manage to revive him with a good shake. "W-Wah?" It doesn't look like you're getting an answer from him. At least you have the parts to fix Cody's milking machine now. [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew Mechanist]]

Cody spots you coming and wastes no time sauntering over, a devious glint in one eye and a sly smirk splitting his face apart. Before you could get too close, the very-muscular kangaroo suddenly twists his body to a side, arms raised and fists clenched as he flexes his hairy, hulking, horse-hung stud-body for your viewing pleasure. <<display IMAGECody>> "Well g'day <<print $PlayerName>>!" purrs the manly marsupial, still pumping his giant guns and powerful pecs, "<<print either("I must say this is a mighty fine garrison you've got here, so much better than what Chief made it out to be too!","Sure hope you're enjoying the show here, I have so much more time to work out now I can hardly believe it!","Do my arms look any bigger to you? I'm trying out Chief's workout regime but I can't tell if I'm seeing results yet.")>>" After almost an entire minute of even more pumping and flexing and grunting, Cody finally relaxes and steps close, his icy-blue visage twinkling like the stars as he regards you. The grin on his face is still sly, his head tilted slightly. "So!" he suddenly booms, "What can I do for you today?" <> [[Check Appearance|Follower Cody Appearance]] <<endnobr>> [[Back|Player Followers]]

Cody Morningwood is currently a 7 and a half foot tall kangaroo bodybuilder with soft, caramel-brown fur. He has a strong, masculine face capped with an adorably triangular nose that accentuates the sly grin he always seems to be wearing. As always, he's wearing a creamily-hued cowboy hat with holes poked in for his ears, and his trademark pair of sky-blue boardshorts. Cody's sensationally sculpted body is brimming with huge, hard muscles. His shoulders are impressively developed and broad enough for you to sit on. His telephone pole-sized neck is corded with thick, sinewy cables, the lower half completely engulfed by the monstrous traps swelling from his back like muscular mountains. The kangaroo's wide chest sports two perfectly sculpted, massively muscular and //very// hairy pectoral slabs oh so hard and firm and heavy with the weight of potential, each capped with dark, luscious nipples that seemed to grow ever stiffer as yours wandered over them. Cody's waist, narrow and pillar-like, boasts abdominal muscles bodybuilders all over would kill to have. They were almost freakishly developed, eight hulking muscles of pure power that crunched and rippled with the slightest of his movements. As with his chest, they were richly coated with manly fuzz that almost doubled their sex appeal. Beside Cody's waist were his powerful arms, heavy with muscle and sporting huge biceps like bulging balls of brawn. His triceps were so huge they were almost bursting out of his skin, every single muscle group so massive the kangaroo almost resembled an exaggerated anatomy chart. As with so many of the world's biggest bodybuilders, Cody's arms were pushed out and held at an angle on either side of him, courtesy of the lats that swelled from the shifting landscape that was his overmuscled back. His hairy forearms, stupidly muscular like the rest of him, always seemed to point inward, to where his Adonis belt pulled your gaze ever earthward. As with all kangaroos, Cody's legs were furry pillars of pure power that sported superhuman muscular development, every single fibre a shredded mass of awesome that bulged and bulged from every available crevice, ending with his very-large feet that no doubt allowed him to spring high into the air whenever he wished. Barely contained within his sky-blue boardshorts and already partially exposed, Cody's cock was thicker and fatter and juicier than you could hope. Its gargantuan size meant that the waistband of his pants had long been pulled away from his waist, exposing sensationally bristling bush of coarse pubic hair. Just as you were content checking Cody out like this, the kangaroo grabs your hands and, still bearing a devious grin, shoves them down his crotch. Almost automatically, you find your fingers grasping that throbbing, swelling kanga-dong as it grows ever bigger, ever harder in your palms. The raunchiness of your examination wasn't helped by having Cody's arms around your waist, his furry nose tucking into your ear as he purrs into your mind. "18 inches... //hard//," whispers Cody, slowly and sensually as he pulls your body even closer, "Go on... feel up my balls next..." Unable to help yourself, you do as Cody asks, pressing your fingertips into the hairy globes that were now heavy with Cody's juices. After several tugs and a good hard grasp that leaves Cody shuddering, you estimate each one to be 4 inches across, practically the size of oranges! As you pull your hands free, Cody's awesome muscle-cock continues to thrash within his boardshorts like a caged lion, a shit-eating grin still plastered across its owner's furry face. [[Back|Follower Cody]]

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Brogar wastes no time resting one very-muscular arm and elbow on the countertop, giving you a very good view of his also-very-muscular, very-green orc bicep. He's wearing a sneaky grin on his tusked face at the moment, as if he knew something you didn't. "And now what can I do for you, <<print $PlayerName>>?" booms Brogar, "Unless of course... you'd rather I ask what you can for //me//?" The beefy orc chuckles loudly just as the bar erupts with laughter. "I jest, <<print $PlayerName>>!" he laughs, before leaning over the counter and adding, "...mostly!" "Now, can I perhaps interest you in some brews? We're having a promotion right now!" [[Volatile Rum (30 coins)|Irongard Brew and Stew Volatile Rum]] [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew]]

<<if $PlayerMoney < 30>>Brogar frowns at you and coughs. "I'm sorry <<print $PlayerName>>," he explains, "But we only run tabs for long-time customers, and since you don't qualify, please come back with more coin." [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew Brogar]] <<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 30>>Brogar spends some time inspecting the coins you've poured into his hands. "Ah ha!" he exclaims, "This is spot on and, as per our buy-one-get-another-one-free promotion, please enjoy your //two// bottles of rum, <<print $PlayerName>>!" <<set $PlayerIngVolatileRum += 2>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 30>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 2 Volatile Rum for a total of <<print $PlayerIngVolatileRum>>'') [[Back|Irongard Brew and Stew Brogar]]<<endif>>

You have arrived at the base of ''Mount Ursol''. <<silently>><<display "DebugPlayerSize">><</silently>> Equal parts menace and magnificence, Mount Ursol towered above the surrounding flatlands like a rocky, angry god. Its rugged slopes, uneven at best, were riddled with yawning chasms and narrow rifts, formidable waterfalls and roaring rapids, the entirety of its existence a twisted amalgamation of harsh beauty and unforgiving elegance. Yet for all its maleficence, vegetation still covered much of the mountainside, centred upon the ancient, alien trees that twisted toward the heavens in stark defiance of the harshness that was Mount Ursol. At the base of the mountain, a crude warning sign has been hammered into the craggy soil. It seems only danger awaited you upon those jagged slopes, perhaps you should turn back now. [[Explore|Mount Ursol Explore]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

<<if $PlayerExhaustion >= 80>>You feel much too exhausted to be exploring dangerous wildlands right now, perhaps you should return after getting a good long rest back at your garrison. [[Back|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 80>><<set $WildlandUrsolExploreCount += 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 100)>>Brimming with determination, you <<print either("clamber over a rocky boulder","set off down a craggy road","bound over a narrow chasm","wade across a gentle river")>> and commence your expedition into lands unknown. Unfortunately, it seems the mountain itself stands against you, for despite having carefully marked out your journey you are soon lost. After some wandering... <<if $RNG <= 20>>...you stumble upon what appears to be some kind of beehive. It's quite lumpy-looking and ovoid in shape, although the unmistakable buzzing of bees and the abundance of flowering plants nearby suggested that this hive was particularly successful. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Harvest Honey|Mount Ursol Beehive]] [[Back|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $RNG > 20 and $RNG <= 60>>...you stumble upon a secluded mountain stream with waters so clear you could see all the way through. A round woven basket sits by the river's edge, full of still-flopping fish that likely belonged to that fuck-huge, blue-furred muscle bear currently glaring at you from further upstream. Without warning, the bear man unleashes a furious bellow and explodes from the crystalline waters, enormous leg muscles launching him high into the air and smashing a crater into the earth as he lands before you. He's looking //pissed//! [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatControl = 0; $CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $RNG > 60 and $RNG <= 70>>...you spot some movement in a nearby ravine. Upon closer inspection, you see what appears to be a very big, very muscular, blue-furred bear man picking mushrooms. While shirtless, the rest of him is unusually attired – from the cloak and trousers woven from furry pelts to the bone-white paint that swirled around his huge muscles like intricate tattoos. To top it all off, he's wearing what appears to be the skull of some fierce animal as a //hat//. Before you could creep away, the bear's round ears suddenly flick and he turns his gaze up to see you spying on him. His face twisted into a ferocious snarl, the bear clenches his fists and roars, somehow causing the entire mountain to quake with his fury. The earth suddenly splits beneath your feet, the ravine yawning wide as you rolled down to where the bear shaman now stood, hell in his eyes. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman][$CombatControl = 0; $CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $RNG > 70>>...you suddenly find yourself back at the base of Mount Ursol with nothing to show for your trek aside from your now aching muscles. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<endif>>

Moving slowly so as to avoid spooking the bees, you creep up unto the buzzing hive and carefully pry open the topmost layer, revealing combs of luxurious honey that glistered in the sun like liquid gold. As if sensing the impending theft of their treasures, an entire swarm of mercifully-stingless Waffallonian Honey Bees, each one an almost spherical ball of fuzzy fury, spills forth from the depths of the hive. <<if $PlayerClothes is "beekeeper suit">>As you begin looting the hive, the swarm launches its attack, hundreds upon hundreds of bees instantly dive bombing you in a veritable storm of black and yellow. Thanks to the protection afforded by your beekeeper suit, the swarm's attack felt like nothing more than a barrage of harmless cotton balls. About halfway through, as if realising that its attacks were futile, the swarm suddenly pulls back, a thousand or so angry bees coalescing in the air until they formed a giant, flying //fist// of fuzzy fury. Before you can react, the fist of bees rockets toward you like a missile and lands a clean hit against your torso. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 70>>The impact is incredible, your entire body leaving the ground as the bee fist sends you flying and causes you to drop the honeycombs you've gathered. Lacking the muscle mass to resist such an attack, it is all you can do to scramble away as the fist of bees launches another assault. As you flee to a safe distance, you turn back just in time to see the fist of bees giving you a giant middle finger as smaller swarms recover the honeycombs you stole. Despite this, you managed to hang on to some, and they were now slowly melting in the sun's light. <<set $PlayerIngHighlandHoney += 2>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> (''You have gained 2 Highland Honey for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>'') [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 70>>While the strength of the impact surprised you, your muscles were far too huge and much too powerful to sustain any damage. Almost effortlessly, you shrug off the subsequent attacks even as the fist of bees grew more and more desperate. Eventually the swarm switches to a new tactic and temporarily blinds you by covering the mesh-mask of your suit with two layers of angry little bees. Just as you peel them off, the swarm pulls into a full retreat, and you see that they've broken up in several smaller bee-fists that were flying off into the distance with their //entire// hive in tow. One of the fists was now giving you a giant middle finger as well. With so many slippery honeycombs now melting in your hands, you didn't think it safe to pursue the swarm in case you dropped your harvest. <<set $PlayerIngHighlandHoney += 5>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> (''You have gained 5 Highland Honey for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>'') [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $PlayerClothes isnot "beekeeper suit">>As if realising you lacked the protection of a beekeeper suit, the swarm launches an almost instantaneous attack, hundreds upon hundreds of bees throwing themselves at you in a barrage of black and yellow. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 70>>The sheer amount of bees tackling you is frightening, each one striking you with the force of a tennis ball that soon sees you crawling away before they knocked you unconscious. By the time you felt the swarm pulling back, there was a good chance you now suffered from a moderate concussion. Somehow you manage to drag yourself to a safe distance, and it is with a sigh do you prop yourself against a conveniently positioned boulder to catch your breath. <<set $$RNG to random(1, 10)>> <<if $$RNG > 9>>Just then, one little honeybee comes buzzing over to where you sat, visibly struggling to stay aloft with the small honeycomb it was carrying. Before you could react, the bee drops it onto your lap, bops you in the face, and then flies off to re-join its swarm. As you examine the melting honeycomb in your hand, you realise that that one bee had taken pity on you. <<set $PlayerIngHighlandHoney += 1>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> (''You have gained 1 Highland Honey for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>'') [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $$RNG <= 9>>It looks like you didn't manage to harvest any honey this time. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $PlayerMuscle <= 70>>While your muscular body could handle being battered like this, the bees are soon flying themselves into your eyes and ears and nose and flapping their little wings as hard as they could, disorienting you and disrupting your efforts to acquire their honey. Unable to fight something like this, you're soon stumbling away with but a single honeycomb in your hand. Thankfully you were much too strong for the bees that followed you, and despite their best efforts they fail to wrestle the honeycomb from your fingers and soon give up. <<set $PlayerIngHighlandHoney += 1>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> (''You have gained 1 Highland Honey for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHighlandHoney>>'') [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<display "DebugPlayerSize">><<if $PlayerExhaustion is 100>>Having exhausted yourself, it is all you can do to fall on your knees, gasping for breath as the last of your strength leaves your body. There is nothing you can do to stop that hulking Bear Warrior from swaggering over, his musclebound body already flexing with power as he considers the punishments he's got planned for you. You gulp. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Defeat]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 100>>You are fighting a ''Bear Warrior''! 8 feet tall and brimming with enough muscle to make any bodybuilder jealous, the angry bear <<if $PlayerHeight < 80>>looming over you<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 80>>standing before you<<endif>> makes for an imposing sight, naked save for a snow-white cock pouch that barely contained his gargantuan bear-goods. His fur is a curiously soft cornflower blue, thicker around his shoulders and back but otherwise completely incapable of hiding his phenomenal definition. As if he wasn't intimidating enough, the bear's hulking forearms ended in huge claws that would no doubt have no trouble pinning you down, if you so gave him the chance anyway. <<if $CombatControl is 0>>[[Hard Approach|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatControl = 1]] [[Soft Approach|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatControl = 2]] [[Flee|Combat Bear Warrior Choice][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 1>>The following Hard Approaches are available: [[Charge!|Combat Bear Warrior Choice][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Taunt!|Combat Bear Warrior Choice][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Back|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatControl = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 2>>The following Soft Approaches are available: [[Tease!|Combat Bear Warrior Choice][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Flex!|Combat Bear Warrior Choice][$CombatChoice = 4]] [[Back|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatControl = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<display "DebugPlayerSize">><<if $PlayerExhaustion is 100>>You've overexerted yourself! Gasping for breath, you fall onto all fours as the last of your strength leaves your muscles. Helpless and no longer able to defend yourself, it is all you can do to watch as the Bear Shaman lowers his hands, his furry face twisting into a lewd grin as he advances upon you. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Defeat]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 100>>You are fighting a ''Bear Shaman''! <<if $PlayerHeight < 75>>Looming over you<<elseif $PlayerHeight >= 75>>Standing before you<<endif>> is a very angry Bear Shaman. He's powerfully muscular and shirtless, allowing you to gaze upon his sensationally sculpted pectorals and the six muscular abdominal bricks that flexed and rippled upon his narrow waist. His thick legs are wrapped in a pair of rugged trousers and a heavy cloak, woven from a mismatch of furry pelts, is draped across his very-broad shoulders. His fur cornflower blue fur is broken in places by strange white tattoos that seemed to shimmer with their own light. Upon his head, the shaman wears the skull of an animal you did not recognise, further enhancing his already intimidating appearance. <<if $CombatControl is 0>>[[Hard Approach|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman][$CombatControl = 1]] [[Soft Approach|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman][$CombatControl = 2]] [[Flee|Combat Bear Shaman Choice][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 1>>The following Hard Approaches are available: [[Punch!|Combat Bear Shaman Choice][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Throw Rock!|Combat Bear Shaman Choice][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Back|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman][$CombatControl = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 2>>The following Soft Approaches are available: [[Apologise!|Combat Bear Shaman Choice][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Flex!|Combat Bear Shaman Choice][$CombatChoice = 4]] [[Back|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman][$CombatControl = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

__Changelog v0.03__ Zones: - New Wildland - Lower Shrublands - New Wildland - Mount Ursol - New Wildland - Hardwood Woods - Zones are now classified as either Civilisations or Wildlands. - Added Brogar's Brew and Stew (Merchant District, Irongard City) Inventory: - Beekeeper Suit added. Makes harvesting honey from wild beehives a much less dangerous task. Buy it from a travelling merchant somewhere in the wilds. Home Base: - Cosmetic garrison repair states now change based on total follower count. The more followers you have, the better your garrison will be. - Followers now construct their own dwellings within your garrison. - Returning to your garrison with 100 exhaustion now causes you to flop onto the ground in faint. Followers: - Added Cody's framework. - Follower flavour text slightly modified to suit their new dwellings. Alchemy: - Highland Honey added. Find some on Mount Ursol. - Spunkmoss added. Rare drop from Bear Shaman on Mount Ursol. - Hornysuckle added. Find some in the Lower Shrublands. Quests: - As a temporary solution, players may now acquire working parts for Morningwood Farm's Milker from someone in Irongard City. Bug Fixes: - Shrinking Solutions now deplete properly. - Malkorok's picture now properly appears during Iron Pumper shower scenes. - The gatekeeper at the Embassy to Hell will now correctly tell players that they have no hope of sneaking in until the implementation of the main questline. [[Back|Start]]

You are fighting a ''Bear Warrior''! <<if $CombatChoice is 0>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Deciding you'd rather not tussle with such a muscular monster, you turn tail and attempt to flee. The snarling Bear Warrior gives chase... <<if $RNG <= 6>>...and manages to cut off your escape! <<if $PlayerMuscle > 60>>Fortuitously, you manage to flex your huge muscles hard enough to knock him aside, securing your escape as you zoomed down one of Mount Ursol's many trails. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle <= 60>>You all but slam into his furry body, the bear's powerful muscles shrugging off the force of your collision like it was nothing. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> Knocked down, you cannot put up much of a fight as you're grabbed by the shoulders and hauled back to the riverside. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 6>>...but fails to catch up to you before you escaped down one of Mount Ursol's many trails. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Deciding this guy didn't look so tough, you charge at your foe like a raging bull... <<if $RNG <= 2>>...only for him to sidestep at the last moment! The bear even manages to trip you, the momentum of your attack sending you careening into the freezing mountain stream! <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>>The icy chill saps some of your strength, leaving you feeling more exhausted by the time you pull yourself out.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20 and $PlayerMuscle < 50>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>>Thanks to the sheer size of your muscles, they generate enough heat to buffer the energy sapping effects of the icy waters.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 50>><<set $PlayerExhaustion -= 10>>Unfortunately for the Bear Warrior, your herculean muscles are so powerful that the energy sapping effects of the stream do not apply to you. In fact, the waters are pretty relaxing, and it is with a broad grin do you launch yourself back onto the shore, refreshed and ready for more. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 2>>...and smash into him dead on! <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 60>>Unfortunately he's much too strong and barely budges from the force of your attack. His chiselled abdominals flexing violently, the Bear Warrior leans down to lock his arms around your waist before smashing you down with a powerful body slam! <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 30>>The attack is bone-shatteringly strong, although thankfully you're sure nothing has been broken.<<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>><<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 30>>Thankfully your powerful muscles absorb most of the impact, allowing you to quickly recover.<<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>><<endif>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle> 60>>Your muscles are so strong that the impact actually sends him hurtling onto the other side of the stream. While he initially appears unfazed and even manages to pick himself back up, it's soon clear that you've managed to knock the wind out of him. The bear, still putting up a growly face, barely makes two steps before his wobbly knees give way and he falls onto his back in defeat. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>You taunt the Bear Warrior, lavishing in great detail just how loudly you'd expect him to scream when prostrating himself and begging for you to fuck him like the needy man-slave he really was... <<if $RNG <= 5>>...unfortunately the big bear man isn't fazed in the slightest. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<elseif $RNG > 5>>...and that only makes him //really// mad! With a murderous bellow, the raging Bear Warrior storms over to where you stood and slams his huge chest against you. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 60>>You are knocked clean off your feet by those heaving, hulking pectoral muscles, although you do manage to pull yourself back up. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>><<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 60>>The impact almost feels erotic, especially since that broad, wide chest sports such deliciously huge pecs. For some reason, your cock begins to tingle and you feel... //revitalised//! <<set $PlayerExhaustion -= 10>><<endif>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Deciding on a more peaceful approach, you loudly detail the various niceties you could do with your cock, before sauntering over and pulling at your <<print $PlayerClothes>> just enough to expose your hardening member. The bear doesn't seem fazed, so you stick one hand down to your crotch and moan as you grope and squeeze and jerk all <<print $PlayerCockSize>> inches of your manhood for his viewing pleasure... <<if $PlayerCockSize <= 18>>...only it seems he's used to bedding far larger men, for he doesn't look the slightest bit impressed with what you've got. <<if $RNG <= 4>>In fact, he's looking a little insulted, and wastes no time backhanding you with one powerful paw.<<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>><<elseif $RNG > 4>> Instead, he's looking majorly insulted that you'd suggest such a thing, and before you know it a huge-ass fist makes contact with the side of your head, knocking you down and putting stars in your eyes.<<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>><<endif>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior]]<<elseif $PlayerCockSize > 18>>...and he's soon sweating profusely, unable to take his eyes off the enormous meat in your hands. When he takes an involuntary step back, you press your advantage and step even closer, causing the bear to trip over a rock and fall onto his ass, his big burly bear-dong throbbing angrily in his cock pouch. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 4>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Seeing that the Bear Warrior's attention is fixated on your upper body, you waste no time pulling your <<print $PlayerClothes>> apart and striking the most most-muscular pose you can manage. As your cock soon begins hardening, you can't help but lewdly thrust your hips as you strike pose after pose, before concluding with your best double bicep flex. You see that the Bear Warrior... <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 30>>...can barely contain himself at the sight of you. He's biting his lip, eyes watering as he struggles to maintain a ferocious visage. He fails, and starts chortling so hard he's soon on the ground, clutching his waist and he struggles to breath between fits of laughter. After a whole two minutes, the Bear Warrior flops onto the earth, exhausted from his giggle fit and no longer able to fight. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 30 and $PlayerMuscle <= 60>>...is visibly aroused from watching you pump your giant guns. His bulging bear-dong was already fucking huge and standing at rapt attention, its immense size stretching his cock pouch to its limits and almost causing his hefty balls to spill out. Anger all but forgotten, the brawny-bear stomps over to you, clearly excited at the prospect of feeling you up some more. Suddenly, just as you came within an arm's reach, the Bear Warrior lashes out with his huge-ass paws, two giant paddles smashing against either side of your face and putting stars in your eyes. <<if $RNG <= 2>>The force of the blows are too great, and you're soon on the ground, dizzy and no longer able to stand. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Defeat]]<<elseif $RNG > 3>>Somehow, you manage to stop yourself from passing out, although staying conscious is taking up a lot more energy than you anticipated. <<set $PlayerExhaustion +=15>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 60>>...is completely mesmerised by the muscle show. His bluey face is now blushing heavily, his deep breaths releasing gouts of steam, his hips trembling slightly as he grabs at his overfilled cock pouch with a vengeance. All it takes is a simple pec bounce for you to leave the bear moaning with need, his huge body crumpling onto the earth as his arousal saps the last of his strength. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory]]<<endif>><<endif>>

Without skipping a beat, the big brawny bear stomps over and brings up his big brawny biceps, his big brawny bulge ballooning bountifully as he smooches his giant guns in what appears to be some kind of victory celebration. It doesn't last long, for the Bear Warrior is soon rock hard and leaking into his cock pouch. His arms still behind his head, the big brawny bear gives his crotch one hard flex, his swollen organ suddenly //thickening// with even more size that his garment is soon torn apart. Now naked and sporting a cock big as your forearm and just as long, the Bear Warrior flips your body over and presses his enormous weight against your back, huge bear claws reaching down your chest before yanking off your <<print $PlayerClothes>>. With nothing left to protect you, it is not long before the hulking bear has his hulking cockhead jammed down your chute, the two of you moaning in unison as a pleasurable wave rockets from the contact. He's already spilling his seed, lubricating your inside as your ass devours more and more of that throbbing bear-dong. A little crazed by this point, the bear starts pounding your ass into the ground, his moans giving way to growls, and then roars, his stupidly muscular body flexing violently as he starts jackhammering you like a rabbit on steroids. You cum first, nearly convulsing in ecstasy as your balls pump out load after load, your struggles only strengthening the bear warrior and causing his balls to grow bigger and heavier with seed. You could actually feel them now, needy for release as they slammed against your ass with every earthshattering pound. The bear suddenly stiffens, his claws almost piercing your skin as he rears back and seizes you by the waist, a huge hot bulge suddenly forcing its way into your overstretched hole as the bear begins howling in delight. Cum, white and hot, erupts from your ass as the bear explodes inside you. Your fingers and toes quickly curl in delight, your throat joining in the bellows of pleasure as your prostate is so brutally violated. When the storm finally passes, the bear warrior pulls out himself out with a wet //pop// and stumbles off, leaving you to recover in a pool of still-hot cum. A short while later, you manage to recover enough strength to pluck yourself off the ground, pull on your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, and wobble away. <<set $PlayerExhaustion to 90>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>>The Bear Warrior lies on his back before you, gasping for breath and no longer able to fight. As you regard this impeccable muscular development, completely naked save for that snow-white and very-filled cock pouch, you realise you could easily have your way with those huge muscles //and// get away with it too. What do you do? [[Rape|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Loot|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 1]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>>The Bear Warrior lies on his back before you, gasping for breath and no longer able to fight. As you regard this impeccable muscular development, completely naked save for that snow-white and very-filled cock pouch, you realise you could easily have your way with those huge muscles //and// get away with it too. <<set $RNG to random(20, 30)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bear Warrior and find <<print $RNG>> coins.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG >= 8>><<set $PlayerIngPristineWater += 1>> You also find 1 Pristine Water.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>>The Bear Warrior lies on his back before you, gasping for breath and no longer able to fight. As you regard this impeccable muscular development, completely naked save for that snow-white and very-filled cock pouch, you realise you could easily have your way with those huge muscles //and// get away with it too. How do you violate the Bear Warrior? [[Give Blowjob|Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Back| Mount Ursol Bear Warrior Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>>Ignoring his soft whimpering, you step up to where the Bear Warrior laid and ripped off the skimpy cock pouch he wore, exposing the heavy tube of flesh that passed for his giant cock. Almost automatically, you see it pulsing with need, its massive length steadily increasing as it filled with more and more blood. Long as your forearm and just as thick, the Bear Warrior's bulging bear-dong is fuelled by two large, globular testes, a glistening pearl of pre oozing to freedom as you regarded it. After giving it a good pump, you press the cockhead against your lips, kissing it softly and delighting as the bear squirmed in your grip, too weak to even crawl away even as you forced more and more of it into your mouth. Hot, hard, //delicious//, the sweet ambrosia was starting to spurt from this brawn bear's honey tree. A little twist here, a little suck there, and the bear is soon moaning and bucking against your slimy tongue. Once your patience runs its course, you begin jacking the bear's big dick with a vengeance, your arms straining as blew him out of the water and caused his entire body to seize as an orgasm took hold. The bear roars, his back arching in delight as your mouth is filled with hot, potent bear juice. You swallow it all, a strange hunger building inside you as more and more spunk splooged down your throat, and you quickly find yourself sucking the bear's jerking, pulsing dick long after his orgasm has calmed. Reluctantly, you pluck your mouth away and wipe your lips with your hand, catching your breath as the hunger subsides. <<if $PlayerMuscle < 30>><<set $PlayerMuscle += 1>>It is then do you realise that ''your muscles feel slightly stronger'', likely from devouring so much bear cum!<<endif>> <<set $RNG to random(20, 30)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bear Warrior and find <<print $RNG>> coins.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG >= 8>><<set $PlayerIngPristineWater += 1>> You also find 1 Pristine Water.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>>

Having beaten you, the Bear Shaman makes some strange gestures, causing the mountain to rumble beneath you. Suddenly, massive hands formed of stone burst from the earth, grabbing you by your wrists and ankles before pulling them apart, spread eagle style. As the rocky 'trees' continued to grow, it is all you can do to struggle as you're lifted high into the air, enough space below you for the bear shaman to stroll about. That's actually what he's doing now, having removed his skull-hat to reveal his bearish, and bluey, furry face. He was actually quite handsome, although whatever impressions you had soon gave way to panic as the bear's huge paws began pulling away your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, leaving you naked and causing your cock and balls to dangle below you. You yelp, every muscle in your body stiffening as the bear's long, rough tongue makes contact with your penis and draws it into his warm, ursine maw. <<if $PlayerCock > 24>>Given the massiveness of manhood though, it is not long before the bear starts choking on your incredible size.<<elseif $PlayerCock <= 24>>It almost sounds like he's enjoying himself, if the soft moans coming from him were any indication.<<endif>> Eventually, he releases you and pulls out what appears to be some kind of leathery bag, not unlike the ones used to carry water. The shaman engulfs your dick with the bag and ties a rope around the base, securing it tightly to your body. He then, after some difficulty, forces a finger into your ass and unleashes the raw fury of lightning directly into your prostate. You squealed, you know you did, the air around you was dripping with your moans. Your entire body was bucking, heaving, almost convulsing with pleasure as your prostate was stimulated beyond your comprehension. Not two seconds later, it begins to pulse, pumping out copious amounts of seminal fluids in perfect synchrony with the balls that bounced beneath you. Again and again did your cock erupt, your cum hole stretching to its limit as you filled the cum bag full and then some. The bear shaman, having long removed his finger from your butt and clearly satisfied with your work, removes the now filled cum bag before sealing it and attaching to the belt on his trousers. Leaving you to your lightning induced orgasmic experience, the shaman disappears down a mountain trail, crumbling with a snap of his finger the rocky hands that held you aloft. It is not hours later before you recover from your ordeal. Shaking slightly, you pick yourself up and head back down the way you came, pulling on your <<print $PlayerClothes>> as you walked. <<set $PlayerExhaustion to 90>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]

You are fighting a ''Bear Shaman''! <<if $CombatChoice is 0>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Knowing better than to tussle with someone who just moved the frigging mountain, you turn tail and attempt to flee. The Bear Shaman gives chase... <<if $RNG <= 6>>...and manages to cut off your escape! <<if $PlayerMuscle > 50>>Luckily, your immense brawn allows you to barrel right through him, securing your escape as you zoomed down one of Mount Ursol's many trails. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle <= 50>>Unable to stop in time, you crash into the shaman only for the glowing runes on his body to suddenly flash, an unseen force casting you back from whence you came. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> Despite being knocked down, you manage to haul yourself back to your feet. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 6>>...but fails to catch up to you before you escaped down one of Mount Ursol's many trails. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Cocking your fist, you step up to the bear shaman and throw a punch toward his face... ...only for him to catch it like it was nothing, the white runes of his fur shining brightly as //both// his arms begin hulking out before your very eyes. He's soon almost crushing your fist with his increasing strength, and just as you tried to pull back, the Bear Shaman twists to a side and slams one massive fist into your gut! <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 70>>You are sent flying, the impact pounding the wind out of you and sending you crashing into the wall of the ravine! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 20>> Somehow, you manage to pick yourself up. Perhaps trying to punch this guy wasn't a good idea. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 70>>Thankfully, your abdominal muscles are much too huge and much too powerful for the shaman's magically enhanced arms, allowing you to effortlessly shrug off the attack. Still, that he could block your powerful muscles so effortlessly was worrying, perhaps trying to punch his face in wasn't that good an idea. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>After quickly locating the largest rock you could conveniently grab and throw with one hand, you grab said rock and fling it as hard as you can at the Bear Shaman... <<if $RNG <= 5>>...who dextrously dodges the attack! He gestures toward the earth, causing a huge crack to appear and an even huger rock to tear itself free from the mountain. The runes on his fur gleaming brightly, the shaman flings the rock your way but not before magically propelling it with his magic! There is no way to avoid the magic rock, which shatters against your chest and sends you hurtling several feet back. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 70>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 20>>Miraculously, nothing was broken by the magic boulder, although it does take a great deal of effort to pull yourself back to your feet.<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 70>><<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>>Thankfully your massive muscles kept your well-protected from the brunt of that attack, it doesn't take much energy to get back onto your feet.<<endif>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<elseif $RNG > 5>>...who fails to dodge the attack and gets royally clonked on the head! <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 50>>Unfortunately the largest rock you could lift was also too small to do any real damage, at least not with the shimmering, magical runes that covered the shaman's body defending him so. Clearly pissed, the Bear Shaman brings up his palms and shoves them toward you, the runes of his body flashing as a powerful gust of wind slams into your face, momentarily disorienting you. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 50>>It seems the rock you picked out was sufficiently large and heavy, for despite the runes flashing across his body the Bear Shaman is immediately wobbling about. Eyes unfocused, it is not long before he trips over his own feet and falls flat on the floor, bested in single combat and no longer in any condition to fight. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>You've done nothing wrong! Determined to set things straight, you raise your hands to show your unwillingness to fight before swiftly apologising for intruding on the shaman. While he doesn't give any clear indications of understanding you, he isn't shooting lightning or boulders at you either. So you restate your peaceful intentions, and that your stumbling into him had been but an accident! The shaman narrows his eyes for a moment... <<if $RNG <= 5>>...and then lowers his paws, dimming his shining body runes in the process. Not taking his eyes off you, the shaman retrieves his pouch of mushrooms before gesturing with one meaty paw for you to leave. Not wanting to risk your hide, you swiftly obey and scoot off for the base of the mountain. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $RNG > 5>>...before lashing out, //lightning// exploding from his paws and striking you with a resounding BOOM! Somehow, you do not see your life flashing before your eyes, although all that electricity has seriously sapped your strength. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 40>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 4>>Suspecting that this mega-muscled bear had an eye for muscle. You shuck the upper portion of your <<print $PlayerClothes>> and immediately strike your best double bicep pose. As your cock begins to stiffen, you can't help but lewdly thrust your hips as you strike your next pose – the side chest – careful to keep the shaman's gaze on your body at all times. After concluding your flex show with your most most-muscular pose, you see that the Bear Shaman... <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 30>>...is looking as though someone had just fed him a lemon. Without further ado, the flexes his far-more-formidable muscles and //roars// as the runes across his body flash with new light. Lightning, blinding and powerful, explodes from his paws and explodes all over you. Thrown against the wall of a ravine, you just barely land on your feet as you slide back down. The lightning hadn't burnt you to a crisp it seemed, although you're feeling mighty exhausted right about now. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 50>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 30>>...is visibly flushed from watching you. His nipples are hard, he's beginning to sweat, and the sizable bulge in his pants is increasing size with every passing second. Deciding it was now safe to approach, you advance on the shaman only for him to hurl a bolt of lightning at your feet. At your halting, the shaman takes a step back and trips over a small rock he did not notice. He falls back and clonks his head on a rocky outcrop. Despite the skull he was wearing, it's clear the impact did some work. The bear manages to stand, but cannot keep himself standing, and quickly falls over, defeated and no longer able to defend himself. [[Continue|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>>The Bear Shaman lies helpless before you, no longer able to fight but still gritting his teeth in defiance. Despite his huge muscles, you could probably do lots of nasty things with very little resistance on his part. What do you do? [[Rape|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Loot|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 1]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>> The Bear Shaman lies helpless before you, no longer able to fight but still gritting his teeth in defiance. Despite his huge muscles, you could probably do lots of nasty things with very little resistance on his part. <<set $RNG to random(50, 80)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bear Shaman and find <<print $RNG>> coins.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG >= 8>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += 1>> You also find 1 Spunkmoss.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>> The Bear Shaman lies helpless before you, no longer able to fight but still gritting his teeth in defiance. Despite his huge muscles, you could probably do lots of nasty things with very little resistance on his part. How do you violate the Bear Shaman? [[Give Anal|Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Back| Mount Ursol Bear Shaman Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>>Deciding this shaman could do with some good old anal punishment, you bound over to where he laid and pulled off his cloak and trousers. The bear actually trembles, his eyes wide with fear as you lick your lips, making your intentions known. That was a good ass, nice and firm and thick with muscle. Just grabbing it made them flex, growing harder and stronger against your palms like two furry boulders. No matter, what little strength the shaman had was not going to save him. Pressing your thumbs forth, you peel apart his muscly buns to expose his tightly clenched hole, well but futilely defended by a lush bush of sweat-soaked pubic fur. Pulling away your <<print $PlayerClothes>> to expose your rock solid dong, you press forth, jabbing your dick through the bear's sphincter and causing him to yelp in surprise. <<if $PlayerCock < 4>>However, no matter how hard you thrust, you can't seem to draw any other noises from the shaman aside from what sounded like soft snickering. Undeterred, you pull out slightly and slam your cock back in for all it was worth, its short length unable to reach the bear's prostate but still causing him to break out in a fit of giggles. It seems you'll need a bigger cock to violate such a big, brawny bear. Giving up, you pull on your <<print $PlayerClothes>> and move on to other business. <<set $RNG to random(50, 80)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bear Shaman and find <<print $RNG>> coins.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG >= 8>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += 1>> You also find 1 Spunkmoss.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]<<elseif $PlayerCock >= 4>>A few more inches of pushing is all it takes to reduce the bear to a smoulder pile of lusty squeals and slobbering moans, your cock pounding against his prostate with every thrust and causing it to swell with more and more seminal fluids. Just as your pumping reaches a new high, the bear suddenly stiffens beneath you. His claws digging into the rocky earth, the Bear Shaman suddenly screams, a very loud, very wet explosion bursting from where you were pounding his crotch into the floor. Somehow, he summons enough strength to push his body off the ground and onto all fours, his big fat cock thrashing wildly as hot jets of bear spooge splooged all over. When //your// orgasm comes, the bear almost shatters your eardrums with his wailing, and the two of you have it for a good fifteen minutes before the shaman finally falters and collapses into a heap. Panting, you pull yourself out and get dressed in your <<print $PlayerName>>. <<set $RNG to random(50, 80)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bear Shaman and find <<print $RNG>> coins.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG >= 8>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += 1>> You also find 1 Spunkmoss.<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Mount Ursol Base]]

You have arrived at the ''Lower Shrublands''. <<silently>><<display "DebugPlayerSize">><</silently>> Sprawling hills of verdant green stretch as far as the eye can see, their gentle slopes peppered with lush flowers in full bloom. The air is warm and incredibly fresh, carrying with it a tinge of citrus and the soft aromatics of the many flowering shrubberies that grew here. Despite this abundance of vegetation, almost none of it grew past your knees, affording you unprecedented views of the surrounding landscape and whatever threats that might come your way. At the edge of the shrublands, where the road to your garrison ended, a crude warning sign stands half buried by wildflowers. It seems the serenity of this place guised a lingering danger, perhaps you should turn back now. [[Explore|Shrublands Explore]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

<<if $PlayerExhaustion >= 80>>You're much too exhausted to be exploring the Lower Shrublands right now, perhaps you should return after getting a good long rest back at your garrison. [[Back|Shrublands Base]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion <80>><<set $WildlandShrublandExploreCount += 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 100)>>With the gentle, soothing breeze at your back, you take a casual stroll through the Lower Shrublands, taking pause every now and again to appreciate the unblemished landscape that stretched before you. After some time you see something in the distance, and when you approach... <<if $RNG <= 15>>...you come across a tall, lanky, shirtless goat man carrying a huge sack over his shoulder. <<if $WildlandShrublandOwenMet is 0>>As you'd expect, the goat man's fur is a creamy white, his long head capped with small horns and cupped by a short furry beard. He's shirtless, exposing a body that, while lean and narrow, was nonetheless sculpted with long, flexible muscles that no doubt allowed him to carry that enormous sack, easily the size of a small car, over one shoulder. Upon seeing you, the goat man gives you a look of surprise. Do you approach? [[Yes|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 0]] [[Flee!|Shrublands Base]]<<elseif $WildlandShrublandOwenMet is 1>> As usual, Owen is looking pleased to see you. His sack of outfits is looking particularly filled this time, how he's lifting something so large with a body like that is beyond you. [[Continue|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 0]] [[Back|Shrublands Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 15 and $RNG <= 30>>...you stumble upon a shady looking zebra fellow in a long black coat, a matching hat, and sunglasses that hide his visage quite well. While not particularly tall, the zebra is well-muscled judging by the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. He doesn't immediately acknowledge you, but when you don't budge from your spot he tilts his head up ever so lightly, seemingly staring at you through his shades.<<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>> <<if $RNG <= 7>>"No stock right now," he says simply, before casually strolling away as if he's never met you. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Back|Shrublands Base]]<<elseif $RNG > 7>>"Got something here for you" he grunts, thick hands moving to undo the front of his coat, "Your hands only." [[Continue|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]] [[Flee!|Shrublands Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 30 and $RNG <= 50>>...you stumble upon an arching, tender-looking shrub with simple oval leaves. Delicate, trumpet-shaped flowers with snow-white stigmas and brigt golden petals waved ever so slightly in the breeze of the shrublands. It appears you've found a Hornysuckle plant in full bloom, and there is no better a time to harvest than now. Do you harvest the Hornysuckle plant? [[Yes|Shrubland Hornysuckle]] [[No|Shrublands Base]]<<elseif $RNG > 50>>...you realise you have somehow wandered right back to where you started with nothing to show for it. Regardless, the walk through the shrublands was rejuvenating, leaving you feeling slightly more energised for it. <<set $PlayerExhaustion -= 5>> [[Continue|Shrublands Base]]<<endif>><<endif>>

You kneel before the delicate little shrub and begin to harvest its flowers. <<if $PlayerMuscle <= 10>>While petals are incredible soft and fragile, the same could be said for your fingers. Perhaps helped along by the weakness of your muscles, you manage to harvest a small handful of Hornysuckles without breaking too many of them. <<set $RNG to random(5, 6)>><<set $PlayerIngHornysuckle += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Hornysuckle for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>>'')<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 10 and $PlayerMuscle <= 20>>With the petals as soft and fragile as they are, you cannot help but break a few while trying to harvest them. While the problem was likely compounded by your firm muscles, you nonetheless manage to gather a few Hornysuckles. <<set $RNG to random(3, 4)>><<set $PlayerIngHornysuckle += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Hornysuckle for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>>'')<<elseif $PlayerMuscle > 20>>You're a little too strong to be gathering such soft, fragile flowers. No matter how hard you try you cannot withhold enough strength from your fingers to avoid destroying too many. Despite this, you manage you leave a tiny fraction of the shrub's flowers undamaged and, carefully as you can, deposit the usable Hornysuckles into your backpack. <<set $RNG to random(1, 2)>><<set $PlayerIngHornysuckle += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Hornysuckle for a total of <<print $PlayerIngHornysuckle>>'')<<endif>> [[Continue|Shrublands Base][$PlayerExhaustion += 5]]

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>><<if $WildlandShrublandOwenMet is 0>>"Oh hello there!" says the goat brightly, "I didn't think I'd meet anyone else out here, who might you be?" You introduce yourself and ask why he's out here too. "The Scrublands always clear my head you know," he explains, gesturing toward his nose, "Some of the worse sinuses you'll ever see in your life, my name's Owen by the way, Owen the Outfitter, pleased to meet you." As Owen holds out his hand, you take it and shake it, noting the usual strength for someone as leanly muscled as he was. "Anyway!" exclaims Owen as he puts down his sack and rummages through it, "Now that we know each other... can I interest you in my wares?" <<set $WildlandShrublandOwenMet to 1>> [[Beekeeper Suit (200 coins)|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Back|Shrublands Base][$PlayerExhaustion += 5]]<<elseif $WildlandShrublandOwenMet is 1>>Owen the Outfitter is regarding you with interest. His huge sack of outfits is planted on the grassy ground beside him and partially opened to reveal the goodies inside. "<<print $PlayerName>>!" calls the creamy-furred goat, "Fancy meeting you here again! Now, can I interest you in any of my wares?" <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Beekeeper Suit (200 coins)|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Back|Shrublands Base][$PlayerExhaustion += 5]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>><<if $PlayerMoney < 200>>Owen counts your payment and frowns. "I'm sorry <<print $PlayerName>> but I cannot sell my goods at a discount, a zebra's got to make a living too you know?" [[Back|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 200>>Owen counts your payment and smiles warmly. "That's just right <<print $PlayerName>>!" he exclaims, before handing you your purchase, "Your patronage is most valuable!" <<set $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 200>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Beekeeper Suit for a total of <<print $PlayerClothesBeekeeperSuit>>'') [[Back|Shrubland Outfitter Owen][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>>While you're momentarily distracted, or even //rejuvenated// by the impressively muscular bodybuilder's bod the zebra sports, complete with hot pink posing trunk that highlighted a very healthy, very prominent bulge, you see that the insides of his coat were stacked vials, every one filled with all manners of potions and serums. [[Vial of Orc Juice (500 coins)|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Vial of Bull Brew (400 coins)|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Vial of Horse Draught (500 coins)|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Back|Shrublands Base][$PlayerExhaustion += 5]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>><<if $PlayerMoney < 500>>The shady zebra dealer snorts a cloud of steam into your face. "You can't afford that right now," he grunts, "Pick something else." [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 500>>"Coins are correct," grunts the shady zebra dealer, "Take your product, yourself, use your hands, use them //both//." <<set $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 500>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Vial of Orc Juice for a total of <<print $PlayerConsumableOrcJuiceVial>>'') [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>><<if $PlayerMoney < 400>>The shady zebra dealer snorts a cloud of steam into your face. "You can't afford that right now," he grunts, "Pick something else." [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 400>>"Coins are correct," grunts the shady zebra dealer, "Take your product, yourself, use your hands, use them //both//." <<set $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 400>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Vial of Bull Brew for a total of <<print $PlayerConsumableBullBrewVial>>'') [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>><<if $PlayerMoney < 500>>The shady zebra dealer snorts a cloud of steam into your face. "You can't afford that right now," he grunts, "Pick something else." [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $PlayerMoney >= 500>>"Coins are correct," grunts the shady zebra dealer, "Take your product, yourself, use your hands, use them //both//." <<set $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial += 1>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 500>> (''You now have <<print $PlayerMoney>> coins leftover'') (''You have gained 1 Vial of Horse Draught for a total of <<print $PlayerConsumableHorseDraughtVial>>'') [[Back|Shrubland Shady Potioneer][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

You have arrived at the ''Hardwood Woods''. <<silently>><<display "DebugPlayerSize">><</silently>> If you had thought yourself impressed by the spectacular forests back home, then nothing could have prepared you for the Hardwood Woods. Ancient, alien trees arched and coiled and twisted amongst one another their trunks towered toward the heavens, great fans of leaves blotting out the sky but shimmering as the light of many suns pierced through the canopies. While you saw no streams, the air here was cool and damp despite the warmth of the colours that engulfed you. It seemed the Hardwood Woods was visited quite often, for a dirt road cut a swath through the trees like a meandering river before disappearing into its depths. Despites this, you see a crude warning sign that had been hammered into a trunk of a nearby tree. It seemed that only danger awaited you within the woods, perhaps you should turn back now. [[Explore|Woods Explore]] [[Leave|Player Home Base]]

<<if $PlayerExhaustion >= 80>>You're much too exhausted to go exploring right now, perhaps you should return after getting a good long rest back at your garrison. [[Back|Woods Base]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion <80>><<set $WildlandWoodsExploreCount += 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 100)>>Ever ready for an adventure, you set off down the winding dirt road that led deeper into the woodland. You're almost immediately lost and somehow unable to trace your footsteps back, almost as if the road was deliberately leading you astray. Nonetheless you persevere, and after a few more hours of wandering you think you see the edge of the woods. Just before you could quicken your pace, you hear something and turn to see... <<if $RNG <= 25>>...a cloaked bandit jumping at you! Luckily, you manage to avoid the racoon bandit's attack, his wooden club mere millimetres from the side of your head as it swooshes through the air. With practiced precision, the racoon pulls back before you can retaliate and leaps to cut off your only means of escape. "Your money or your life," threatens the bandicoon, "Your choice guv!" [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon][$CombatControl = 0; $CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $RNG > 25 and $RNG <= 50>>...a slim, hooded figure sneakily sneaking behind you. He's tiptoeing across the path, as if he had been waiting for you to pass before making his move, a large sack of somethings over one lithe little shoulder. It is then does he notice you staring at him, and with a startled cry does he jump back. "You're not taking me alive!" shrieks the smuggler, before dropping his sack and drawing the wooden sword he had hanging from his belt, "Have at thee!" [[Continue|Woods Smuggler][$CombatControl = 0; $CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $RNG > 50 and $RNG <= 75>>...one of the many trees that grew in these woods. Upon closer inspection, you see that its ancient roots were covered in some kind of moss, milky-white and sticky to the touch. This must be Spunkmoss! You're sure you recognised it from some of the samples Waffallonian ambassadors had shared with your home world. If you remembered right, this herb had alchemical properties that might serve you well here. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Harvest Spunkmoss|Woods Spunkmoss]] [[Back|Woods Base]]<<elseif $RNG > 75>>...absolutely nothing at all! That's strange... you could have sworn you heard some kind of noise back there. With the exit but a short distance away, you decide against investigating the source of that noise before making your way back to where you started. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<endif>>

You begin harvesting the Spunkmoss. It's quite difficult to scrape off the tree, so you begin putting some muscle behind it. <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>Unfortunately your muscles just aren't strong enough and you're soon tired out. That was alright though, you did manage to harvest a tiny bit of Spunkmoss. <<set $RNG to random(1, 2)>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Spunkmoss for a total of <<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>>'')<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20 and $PlayerMuscle < 50>>Luckily your muscles are so strong you make short work of plucking out the moss. While you couldn't rip out the ones deeply embedded in the bark, you nonetheless have quite a healthy harvest in hand. <<set $RNG to random(3, 5)>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Spunkmoss for a total of <<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>>'')<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 50>>There is a loud //CRUMBLE// as the base of the tree is ripped clean off the ground, leaves and twigs raining upon you like little bullets. While slightly surprised at your own strength, you nonetheless manage to push the tree back into its hole as if nothing had happened. You're so strong that you've ripped out just about every scrap of Spunkmoss that was growing on that tree! <<set $RNG to random(6, 9)>><<set $PlayerIngSpunkmoss += $RNG>> (''You have gained <<print $RNG>> Spunkmoss for a total of <<print $PlayerIngSpunkmoss>>'')<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]

<<display "DebugPlayerSize">><<if $PlayerExhaustion is 100>>Thoroughly exhausted, you fall onto your back as your knees finally give way. Triumphant, the leering Bandicoon steps up to where you lay, his face full of malice and his club twirling in his hands. "And here comes the best part!" he sniggers. [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon Defeat]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 100>>You are fighting a ''Bandicoon''! The racoon is clad in a brown, dusty, hooded cloak that reaches to his knees. While you can see his face and hands, the rest of him is well hidden. His body is neither particularly tall nor well-built, although the wooden club in his hand likely compensates well enough for that. He currently has it brandished and is occasionally twirling it, as if waiting for you to make the first move. "Come on guv!" taunts the Bandicoon, "Just hand over your loot and you'll be on your merry way, I promise!" <<if $CombatControl is 0>>[[Hard Approach|Woods Bandicoon][$CombatControl = 1]] [[Soft Approach|Woods Bandicoon][$CombatControl = 2]] [[Flee|Combat Bandicoon Choice][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 1>>The following Hard Approaches are available: [[Tackle!|Combat Bandicoon Choice][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Throw Rock!|Combat Bandicoon Choice][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Back|Woods Bandicoon][$CombatControl = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 2>>The following Soft Approaches are available: [[Persuade!|Combat Bandicoon Choice][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Flex!|Combat Bandicoon Choice][$CombatChoice = 4]] [[Back|Woods Bandicoon][$CombatControl = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

You are fighting a ''Bandicoon''! <<if $CombatChoice is 0>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>As getting robbed while taking a leisurely stroll through the woods wasn't on your to-do list today, you charge toward the only opening you can see in a bid to escape! The bandit sees your escape attempt and moves to block you... <<if $RNG <= 5>>...and manages to cut off your escape route once again! <<if $PlayerMuscle < 30>>You're stuck hard by his wooden bat, and although you manage to roll away it's taking energy to stay standing! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 30>>Unfortunately for him, you easily barrel right through before he could even bring his bat back for a swing. Leaving the Bandicoon to pick himself up, you make a mad dash for edge of the woods and to safety! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $RNG > 5>>...but fails to catch up with you in time, allowing you to sprint to safety! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Not about to let some upstart punk get the best of you, you charge at your foe with the intent of tackling him to the ground... <<if $RNG <= 3>>...only for the bandit to sidestep you at the last possible moment, his club swishing down and striking you at the back of the head! While you're seeing stars already, you just manage to shake them out of your head and roll to your feet before the Bandicoon could get another swing. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $RNG > 3>>...and succeed in ramming your shoulder into his torso! <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>Unfortunately you don't appear strong enough to knock this guy down, and the bandit retaliates with a good clean club-strike to the back of your head that put stars before your eyes. After expending some energy to shake them from your vision, you prepare yourself for another attack. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>The Bandicoon is unceremoniously slammed into the ground, his club knocked from his hand. When he starts protesting, you effortlessly pin him to the ground, almost smirking as his comparatively weak struggles almost tickle you. Soon enough, the racoon is gasping for breath, having overexerted his energy reserves. When it's clear he's no longer a threat, you get to your feet, victorious. [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Having no intention of approaching the bandit due to that club he has, you instead grab at the heaviest rock you could lift with one hand and fling at your foe... <<if $RNG <= 3>>...only for the rock to miss! "Haha!" chortles the racoon, "Not today!" [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $RNG > 3>>...only for him to bat it away with his club! <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>It seems the rock you chose wasn't heavy enough! Perhaps if you put on a little more muscle you could throw heavier things! "What are you, a wimp?" yells the racoon, "How about you come over here so I can clobber you senseless eh?" [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>Or rather, to bat //at// it! The rock you chose was so heavy that even though the racoon struck it dead on, his bat broke on impact and thus allowed the rock to sock him squarely in the face! Just like that, the racoon is defeated, and it is all he can do to flop onto his back and the slight concussion you've given him knocks the strength from his legs. [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>Preferring instead more diplomatic approaches, you lower your hands and attempt to persuade the bandit against trying to mug you... <<if $RNG <= 5>>...and it seems to work! "Okay //fine//," the racoon relents, "But only because you make such a good chase!" The racoon steps aside and motions for you to be on your way, but the moment you're within an arm's reach he suddenly lashes out with his club, a clean hit striking you in the side of your head and putting stars in your eyes! "Psych!" he squeals, before taking another swing that you just manage to dodge! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 15>> [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $RNG > 5>>...and it seems to work! The racoon seems to be at a loss for words, clearly having taken //your// words to heart. His lips trembling slightly, the racoon begins retreating into the woods, eventually disappearing from sight and allowing you to proceed. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 4>>Snorting at the racoon's insolence, you pull apart the upper portions of your <<print $PlayerClothes>> (if applicable) and start flexing your muscles! Pecs, biceps, triceps! You spare nothing as strike pose after poser! As you finish off, you see that the bandit... <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>...cringing at the sight of you. "Good grief guv," he scowls, looking very much as though someone had just fed him a lemon, "What... What the hell was //that// supposed to be?" It doesn't look like you'll be flexing your way out of here anytime soon, perhaps you should try again after putting on some muscle. But damn it though, all that flexing was a little tiring! <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Bandicoon]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>...waving his palms at you and taking several steps back. "Woah... Woah hang on guv," he exclaims, "Stop flexing like that, you're scaring me!" "You wanted passage here right?" the racoon continues, his club already sheathed, "Alright just take it, I'd rather not tussle with you today." <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>>The defeated Bandicoon lies before you. He's still trying to put up a brave front, although his scowling visage is much more fearful than it is intimidating. What do you do? [[Loot|Woods Bandicoon Victory][$CombatChoice = 1]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>>The defeated Bandcoon lies before you. He's still trying to put up a brave front, although his scowling visage is much more fearful than it is intimidating. <<set $RNG to random(35, 80)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Bandicoon and find <<print $RNG>> coins. <<if $RNG > 70>>Wow, he must have robbed someone just before targeting you!<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>>

Grinning lewdly, the Bandicoon begins pulling apart your <<print $PlayerClothes>>, his fingers anything but gentle as he checks every opening before turning his attention to your backpack. "Aha, now what do we have here?" he snickers, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I wonder... I wonder..." As you try to protest, the racoon turns to give you a sour look. "Now that's enough from you, guys gotta work and all!" The bandit then pulls out his club and smacks you on the side of your head, knocking you clean out. When you finally come to, you see that your backpack is still here. A quick search reveals that the Bandicoon was only out for coin, for nothing else had been touched. <<if $PlayerMoney > 0 and $PlayerMoney <= 30>><<set $PlayerMoney to 0>><<elseif $PlayerMoney > 30>><<set $PlayerMoney -= 30>> (''You feel poorer!'')<<elseif $PlayerMoney is 0>>Fortunately you were already broke to begin with, which means the bandit has stolen nothing from you!<<endif>> <<set $PlayerExhaustion to 90>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]

<<display "DebugPlayerSize">><<if $PlayerExhaustion is 100>>Unable to fight any longer, you crumple onto all fours, gasping as you seek to catch your breath. The smuggler is still standing before you, his hands still shaking with shock over having bested you in combat. "Oh gosh!" he squeals, his feet starting to jitter, "I... I won!" [[Continue|Woods Smuggler Defeat]]<<elseif $PlayerExhaustion < 100>>You are fighting a ''Smuggler''! As foxes tended to be, the smuggler was leanly built and not particularly tall. While his facial features were youthful, his eyes were wide with terror and desperation. He's clad in a roughhewn tunic, green trousers, and a hood secured to his shoulders by a small pin. In his hands is a short wooden sword, and beside him is a sizeable sack of contraband. <<if $CombatControl is 0>>[[Hard Approach|Woods Smuggler][$CombatControl = 1]] [[Soft Approach|Woods Smuggler][$CombatControl = 2]] [[Flee|Combat Smuggler Choice][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 1>>The following Hard Approaches are available: [[Punch!|Combat Smuggler Choice][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Intimidate!|Combat Smuggler Choice][$CombatChoice = 2]] [[Back|Woods Smuggler][$CombatControl = 0]]<<elseif $CombatControl is 2>>The following Soft Approaches are available: [[Explain!|Combat Smuggler Choice][$CombatChoice = 3]] [[Flex!|Combat Smuggler Choice][$CombatChoice = 4]] [[Back|Woods Smuggler][$CombatControl = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $CombatChoice is 0>>The defeated Smuggler lies on the ground before you. He's absolutely terrified and shivering at the prospect of being at your mercy. Why it almost looks as though his orangey fox-fur was steadily turning white from just sitting there! What do you do? [[Loot|Woods Smuggler Victory][$CombatChoice = 1]] [[Release|Woods Smuggler Victory][$CombatChoice = 2]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>>The defeated Smuggler lies on the ground before you. He's absolutely terrified and shivering at the prospect of being at your mercy. Why it almost looks as though his orangey fox-fur was steadily turning white from just sitting there! <<set $RNG to random(35, 50)>><<set $PlayerMoney += $RNG>> You search the Smuggler and find <<print $RNG>> coins. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>>The defeated Smuggler lies on the ground before you. He's absolutely terrified and shivering at the prospect of being at your mercy. Why it almost looks as though his orangey fox-fur was steadily turning white from just sitting there! Feeling awfully sorry, you tell the smuggler he's free to go. After a moment of shock, the wobbly fox pushes himself to his feet and reaches for his sack. When you don't attack him again, he mutters a hurried goodbye before wobbling away, constantly looking over his shoulder as if to ensure you were not following. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 5>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>>

You are fighting a ''Smuggler''! <<if $CombatChoice is 0>>Deciding you had better things to do, you turn around and make a break for it! It seems the fox was hoping for something like this, for instead of giving chase he instead grabs his sack before fleeing in the other direction. You're soon slowing down at the edge of the woods, safety at last. [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<elseif $CombatChoice is 1>>When the fox, wide-eyed and fearful, takes an unwitting step back, you seize the opportunity to leap forward and sock him hard in the face! It's a clean hit, and when the smuggler staggers back you see that... <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>...he's completely unharmed, no doubt due to you lacking the strength to do any real damage right now. The fox then retaliates, yelling out loud as he lashes at you with his wooden sword. It doesn't draw any blood due to the blunt edge, but it still hurts and dealing with it is slightly tiring. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Smuggler]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>...he's having trouble standing from the force of your blow! <<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>><<if $RNG < 4>>After some wobbling, he manages to recover enough to resume his battle stance //and// strike out at you with his sword. Due to the blunt edge, the attack doesn't draw any blood but still hurt enough that dealing with it felt slightly tiring. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Smuggler]<<elseif $RNG >= 4>>After some really tense wobbling, the smuggler falls over and drops his weapon. He's still conscious, and despite his wide, anxious visage you're sure he's no longer in any condition to fight. [[Continue|Woods Smuggler Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 2>>In a show of force, you stomp one foot onto the ground and //growl// at the fox, causing him to... <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>...give you a strange look. After a pause, he lashes out with his wooden sword. The impact stings, but doesn't draw any blood thanks to its blunt edge. Still, it's hurting enough that you have to direct some energy to managing it. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Smuggler]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>...turn pale under his fur. Almost immediately he starts backing off, before tripping over an exposed root and knocking his head against another root as he fell, his sword sent flying off between the trees. The fox leaps to his feet, but instantly falls flat at the slight concussion you've managed to give him. He makes two more attempts to recover, but is soon lying flat on his back, helpless and looking mighty terrified. [[Continue|Woods Smuggler Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 3>><<set $RNG to random(1, 10)>>You hold up your hands to emphasis the fact you're unarmed. When the fox doesn't lunge at you, you explain that he's mistaken you for someone else and that you're not out to arrest him. The fox narrows his eyes at your explanation... <<if $RNG < 5>>...and clearly doesn't believe you. "Liar!" he screams, "You'll never have me back there! //NEVER!//" The Smuggler lunges at you and swings his sword wildly, a couple of strikes hitting you on your neck and shoulders. While the blunt edge left you wound-free, the attacks nonetheless stung and it was taking some effort to ignore the pain. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Smuggler]]<<elseif $RNG >= 5>>...and seems to believe you. Without another word and without sheathing his sword, the fox grabs his sack of goods and flees into the trees, the sound of his footsteps quickly fading away as he fled. [[Continue|Woods Base]]<<endif>><<elseif $CombatChoice is 4>>You snort at this little fox's futile attempts at looking threatening, and immediately start flexing your muscles. After striking several poses that were sure to show off your various muscles, you see that the smuggler... <<if $PlayerMuscle < 20>>...is looking very unimpressed. "Is //that// supposed to frighten me?" he half-squeals, half-snarls, "Take this!" The fox lunges and strikes you hard with his wooden sword! You're not bleeding thankfully, but the attack still hurt enough that you find yourself devoting energy to ignoring the pain. <<set $PlayerExhaustion += 10>> [[Continue|Woods Smuggler]]<<elseif $PlayerMuscle >= 20>>...is looking even more terrified than ever! He's actually gotten awfully white under his fur, and if you paid attention enough you swore you could //see// his knees stiffening up. Sure enough, the fox is quickly falling onto his furry butt, his sword clattering off to a side as he regards you meekly. No longer able to fight due to a combination of awe and terror, the smuggler is now at your mercy. [[Continue|Woods Smuggler Victory][$CombatChoice = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

"I've had just about enough of bounty hunters today," announces the fox as he advances upon you, "So let's see how //you// like it instead!" The Smuggler all but smashes the flat side of his wooden sword upon your head, shattering it into two splintered pieces and knocking you out cold. You do not know how long it takes for you to awaken, only that you've been left with a sizable lump on your head. Hopefully you could sleep it off though. Picking yourself off the ground, you spend a moment dusting yourself off before heading off. <<set $PlayerExhaustion to 90>> [[Continue|Woods Base]]