Super Form (Muscle Growth)

Lars didn't even know why he was pretending to consider this. How could his needs possibly outweigh that of the many who faced such terrible fates. 'I wish that I had the power to defeat the Enslaver, Wish Dragon.' declared Lars, his gooey arms slurped and squelched as they rocked by his sides.

The esteemed Shenron nodded acceptingly. 'And so it shall be granted', he rumbled in loud, throaty voice that echoed menacingly across the ruined museum. The mighty dragon then closed it eyes and lowered it's head.

Lars outstretched his arms and stood motionless, waiting for something to happen. 

Gradually, there came a gurgling sound from within Lars's midriff. He looked down to see the pink flesh was now bubbling and spitting, as if it were boiling water. With no more bones to worry about, Lars didn't feel a thing as his form began to stretch and expand, adding three feet to Lars's total height. In fact, Lars himself was rather oblivious to the whole process, instead he found himself becoming increasingly immersed in the intoxicating sensation of strength and power that was now flooding through his system.

'Yes' he groaned internally. 'Make me stronger, make me greater, my enemies shall tremble before me soon.'

Lars's arms then inflated with squishy, pink tissue and muscles, whilst his chest puffed out into pair of eye-drawing pecs. In addition, the rest of Lars's features was expanding to fit his new adult height, including his more 'alien' anatomy, such as his head-tail and ear-holes. 

With his body continuing to grow, Lars's lips upturned into wicked smile. 'More' he though. 'I need more, this power....all of it...I have to have more....'. In his mind's eye, Lars saw himself overthrowing the Enslaver and laying waste to entire armies. As he witnessed these mental images, Lars's face to shift and reform, with his chin becoming more bulbous and his eyes widening slightly. His pupils then seemed to blaze with a equally mischivious and vile light, one that invited violence and fear. While this more power-hungry side to Lars personality begun to surface, his pink skin tone took a darker turn too.

Yearning for further strength, Lars proceeded to tightly tense his body, causing his muscles to clench and inflate even further. Lars shivered as he felt his pulsating biceps pressed against his throbbing pecs and his stomach twist and refine itself into a neat set of muscular abs. His clothes were also changing, with his baggy pants becoming tighter and less ill fitting around his changing waist. Meanwhile, his wrist bands expanded as his forearms increased in mass. His neck and back also swelled with tight knots of muscle until finally Lars looked to be an adult form of his original Majin self. 

Slowly, Lars lowered his arms, enjoying the weight of his new found muscles. Admiring his new self, Lars draped a finger along his chest. Though his herculaneum body looked hard and as solid as concrete, he remained as soft and squishy as before, as if his skin truly was jelly. 

'Much better' chuckled Lars, revelling in his now deep, husky voice. 'No one could possibly stand against me now.'

Shenron nodded in agreement. 'You have certainly become powerful, Majin.' The great dragon then rose his head and locked eyes with Lars. 'Though I must warn you. Power can never truly be innocent. You must be careful not let it consume you.'

Lars didn't reply to the great dragon's warning though. Instead, he had more pressing and material things upon his mind.

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1. Lars decides to use his final wish
2. Lars decides to absorb Shenron himself, adding to his power
3. Pleased with his new form and ready for battle, Lars goes off to find Argrim

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