This choice: His body swells into a freakishly gigantic hulk of muscle... • Go Back...Chapter #6Lady Buu Turns Yamcha into a Hulking Beefcake by: Wuff Fox   As the crowd assembled on Kami's Lookout watch the incredibly one-sided battle before them, the wide, open plaza was silent all except for the loud gulps and gurgles coming from Yamcha's besieged maw.
Lady Buu continued to pour herself inside of the helpless human's undefended mouth, and the Wolf Fang Fist Master could do nothing else but swallow every last drop. His friends looked on, speechless, unsure of what Lady Buu's plan was, and uncertain if any help they tried to give him would only make her attack worse.
"We can't just stand here!" Puar cried out, tears welling in her eyes as she watched her friend, "She's going to kill him!"
Everyone was silent again, but a frown appeared on Bulma's face as she watched Yamcha and Lady Buu's bizarre struggle, "I don't think she is... look."
As they watched, Yamcha's already bulging gut continued to grow even more freakishly round, pushing his once loose-fitting white shirt up to his chest and hanging over his belt before that finally gave up and burst around his waist. Just as most of the onlookers assumed that the human's gut would follow suit, they noticed something odd. The rest of his body seemed to be engorging while his stomach's swelling slowed to a halt, and then reversed. Soon Yamcha's clothes began to tighten in other ways as his biceps began to fill out his sleeves, his calves pressing so firmly against his pants that they became visible through the fabric.
"Is she..." Videl gasped in confusion, glancing at Bulma, then back at the grisly transformation before her, "Is she... going inside his MUSCLES?"
Bulma nodded, shivering in revulsion as she watched Yamcha swell, "Yes, she is."
Yamcha continued to engorge before their eyes as more and more of Lady Buu was forcibly consumed. By now the vicious Majin's chest had disappeared down his bulging throat, and her naked legs were beginning to liquefy as well, her gelatinous form splashing and sloshing messily as it rushed past his lips, small droplets spilling down Yamcha's chin before the sentient slime dripped off to reform into the main stream. By now his whit shirt was stretched tightly over gigantic, bulging pectoral muscles, clinging snugly to his torso so that the outlines of his nipples and abs could be easily seen through the shirt. His pants began to rip and tear as the tough fabric refused to stretch over Yamcha's ballooning thighs and ass, exposing the swelling flesh of his muscles underneath. Yet even though he was already gigantic, it seemed like the poor hero was barely halfway done with swallowing his foe.
How much more would he be made to endure before Lady Buu's disgusting attack had finally took its toll on the hero?
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