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As Fever walked into his bedroom and dropped his gym bag next to the door, he stretched out his pumped and veiny arms making his chest ripple with power. A loud yawn came out of his muzzle. “Whew...another good workout...I think a nap will do me some good...Need to let my muscles rest and build…” He stripped off his tank top and gym shorts. All he had left was his bright red speedo. Fever walked to the edge of his bed and collapsed on top of it. He fell asleep almost instantly.

As he was snoozing, his gym bag started to rustle. It shook uncontrollably as if it was going to erupt like a volcano. Something was inside Fever’s bag without his knowing, something capable of unzipping his bag, something...alive.

Suddenly, bright red slime oozed out of the gym bag. The color and texture of the slime made it look like blood, but it slithered across the room like a snake. It stopped at the side of Fever’s bed and just sat at that spot for a several seconds. The slime was thinking...plotting…

“This will do…”

The slime climbed onto the nearest bed post. It scurried across the sheets until it came into contact with Fever’s right pawed foot. Fever’s foot suddenly became engulfed by the red slime, from fur to toenail. “Yes...this will do fine…”

Fever stirred and cracked his eyes open feeling a sudden chill to his foot. He looked down to his foot to see it completely covered in blood. Fear and worry jumpstarted his heart. Fever jumped out of bed to see the damaged foot. “What happened?!” he asked himself. “Wait…” Fever looked down at his bright red colored foot. “That’s not blood...what is it?”

Before Fever could answer his own question, the red slime suddenly reached further up Fever’s leg. It rapidly passed his plumped calf and up his rippled thigh. Fever gasped and tried to pull the goo off his leg. Despite Fever’s bodybuilder strength, the slime’s stickiness and elasticity prevented it from being yanked off. As Fever attempted to pull off the slime, the slime reached out for Fever’s pawed hands and went up his arms. Fever had no idea what was going on. One eye was on his arms as his powerful biceps and triceps were being engulfed while the other eye was watching his other leg get covered and going up his incredible washboard abs. Frustration and fear entered Fever’s soul. The big muscle fox screamed in terror as slime covered his whole body except his head.

Fever rushed to the full sized mirror on his wall. He looked like he was in a skin tight red leather suit. The slime may have covered his body, but it defined his muscles to clean cut perfection. Every bulge, crevice, tendon, and vein was visible to Fever. Fever wanted to feel excited because his body looked good but the slime was icy to his skin and its sudden grip on him terrified him. He felt as if he was a hostage with a gun pointed to his head. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Time for meat…”

The slime suddenly felt warm on Fever’s skin. The warmth then sank deeper within his skin and into his bloodstream. Fever’s heart began to race. It pounded harder and harder while Fever clenched his chest with his hand while holding the wall with the other. “Urrgh...ARRRGH!” Fever’s pecs and abs bulged outwards, evolving from rolling hills to massive mountains. The slime showed the crevice between his pecs and abs go deeper and deeper as his chest grew bigger and bigger. Fever then felt his spine tied into knots as his back widened rippled to match the front. He spread both hands on the wall and saw them grow meatier right in front of his eyes. He had no idea what was happening. Out of frustration, he scratched the wall, leaving massive claw marks against the wall. He didn’t realize his fingernails grew longer to a point. Along with his hands, his deltoids, biceps, and triceps doubled in size and power. Fever could even see the veins on his arms growing thicker and throbbing against the slime suit. The veins stretched from his wrists to his pecs and all the way down to his lower abs. Tension then began to build up in Fever’s legs as his calves plumped to the size of two beach balls and his thighs became sinewy like massive tree trunks covered in vines.

The sensation of growth was intense...yet pleasant. It was intoxicating. The fear in Fever melted away and was replaced with envy and greed. Without even looking at his bigger body in the mirror, he gave himself a twisted toothy grin and said, “MoRe...gIvE Me mOrE...MoRe POWER!!” Suddenly, the sensation grew even more intense as his body grew even larger. Fever could feel his bones twisting, crunching, and shifting as he grew to new heights and his muscle even bulkier. He chuckled sinisterly as the ceiling grew closer to him. Suddenly, Fever stopped growing but he wicked smile remained.

Fever looked down at his mirror and picked up it easily to his level. He found his newly massive body standing at ten feet with each corner of powerful muscle covered in blood red slime. He didn’t know what the slime was nor did he care. He didn’t care because he lost everything for the sake of power, even his free will. Fever was truly a horrible and brutal monster. Hellish fire burned in his eyes and in his soul. Fever just laugh maniacally and playfully flexed to himself. “TiMe...fOr...MeAt!”

Great story written by my dear friend Vector ^w^

Anyway....this drawing took some time to finish because I had to go through several redos of poses and clean line sketch. But I finally got it with my new light table ^w^. BTW for you folks who don't know Fever, Fever is not a bad guy just telling you but for some reason I found this drawing that this guy did on DA and I liked the design of his character being possess by that goo.... owo .......well...I decided to take a shot at drawing Fever with the Carnage symbiotic instead of Venom. So here it is......CARNAGE FEVER!

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As Fever walked into his bedroom and dropped his gym bag next to the door, he stretched out his pumped and veiny arms making his chest ripple with power. A loud yawn came out of his muzzle. “Whew...another good workout...I think a nap will do me some good...Need to let my muscles rest and build…” He stripped off his tank top and gym shorts. All he had left was his bright red speedo. Fever walked to the edge of his bed and collapsed on top of it. He fell asleep almost instantly.

As he was snoozing, his gym bag started to rustle. It shook uncontrollably as if it was going to erupt like a volcano. Something was inside Fever’s bag without his knowing, something capable of unzipping his bag, something...alive.

Suddenly, bright red slime oozed out of the gym bag. The color and texture of the slime made it look like blood, but it slithered across the room like a snake. It stopped at the side of Fever’s bed and just sat at that spot for a several seconds. The slime was thinking...plotting…

“This will do…”

The slime climbed onto the nearest bed post. It scurried across the sheets until it came into contact with Fever’s right pawed foot. Fever’s foot suddenly became engulfed by the red slime, from fur to toenail. “Yes...this will do fine…”

Fever stirred and cracked his eyes open feeling a sudden chill to his foot. He looked down to his foot to see it completely covered in blood. Fear and worry jumpstarted his heart. Fever jumped out of bed to see the damaged foot. “What happened?!” he asked himself. “Wait…” Fever looked down at his bright red colored foot. “That’s not blood...what is it?”

Before Fever could answer his own question, the red slime suddenly reached further up Fever’s leg. It rapidly passed his plumped calf and up his rippled thigh. Fever gasped and tried to pull the goo off his leg. Despite Fever’s bodybuilder strength, the slime’s stickiness and elasticity prevented it from being yanked off. As Fever attempted to pull off the slime, the slime reached out for Fever’s pawed hands and went up his arms. Fever had no idea what was going on. One eye was on his arms as his powerful biceps and triceps were being engulfed while the other eye was watching his other leg get covered and going up his incredible washboard abs. Frustration and fear entered Fever’s soul. The big muscle fox screamed in terror as slime covered his whole body except his head.

Fever rushed to the full sized mirror on his wall. He looked like he was in a skin tight red leather suit. The slime may have covered his body, but it defined his muscles to clean cut perfection. Every bulge, crevice, tendon, and vein was visible to Fever. Fever wanted to feel excited because his body looked good but the slime was icy to his skin and its sudden grip on him terrified him. He felt as if he was a hostage with a gun pointed to his head. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Time for meat…”

The slime suddenly felt warm on Fever’s skin. The warmth then sank deeper within his skin and into his bloodstream. Fever’s heart began to race. It pounded harder and harder while Fever clenched his chest with his hand while holding the wall with the other. “Urrgh...ARRRGH!” Fever’s pecs and abs bulged outwards, evolving from rolling hills to massive mountains. The slime showed the crevice between his pecs and abs go deeper and deeper as his chest grew bigger and bigger. Fever then felt his spine tied into knots as his back widened rippled to match the front. He spread both hands on the wall and saw them grow meatier right in front of his eyes. He had no idea what was happening. Out of frustration, he scratched the wall, leaving massive claw marks against the wall. He didn’t realize his fingernails grew longer to a point. Along with his hands, his deltoids, biceps, and triceps doubled in size and power. Fever could even see the veins on his arms growing thicker and throbbing against the slime suit. The veins stretched from his wrists to his pecs and all the way down to his lower abs. Tension then began to build up in Fever’s legs as his calves plumped to the size of two beach balls and his thighs became sinewy like massive tree trunks covered in vines.

The sensation of growth was intense...yet pleasant. It was intoxicating. The fear in Fever melted away and was replaced with envy and greed. Without even looking at his bigger body in the mirror, he gave himself a twisted toothy grin and said, “MoRe...gIvE Me mOrE...MoRe POWER!!” Suddenly, the sensation grew even more intense as his body grew even larger. Fever could feel his bones twisting, crunching, and shifting as he grew to new heights and his muscle even bulkier. He chuckled sinisterly as the ceiling grew closer to him. Suddenly, Fever stopped growing but he wicked smile remained.

Fever looked down at his mirror and picked up it easily to his level. He found his newly massive body standing at ten feet with each corner of powerful muscle covered in blood red slime. He didn’t know what the slime was nor did he care. He didn’t care because he lost everything for the sake of power, even his free will. Fever was truly a horrible and brutal monster. Hellish fire burned in his eyes and in his soul. Fever just laugh maniacally and playfully flexed to himself. “TiMe...fOr...MeAt!”

Great story written by my dear friend Vector ^w^

Anyway....this drawing took some time to finish because I had to go through several redos of poses and clean line sketch. But I finally got it with my new light table ^w^. BTW for you folks who don't know Fever, Fever is not a bad guy just telling you but for some reason I found this drawing that this guy did on DA and I liked the design of his character being possess by that goo.... owo .......well...I decided to take a shot at drawing Fever with the Carnage symbiotic instead of Venom. So here it is......CARNAGE FEVER!

Art by me

Story by

Original idea by