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Part I

The lynx grunted as he pushed the barbell off his chest. Slow day, as has been the usual of late. The gym just hadn’t had the same traffic since the remodel. Just as he was reracking the plates, the door chime went off. He grabbed his towel and hustled off to the front desk to greet the newcomer. Waiting patiently was a good-looking striped cat, waiting for something. “Welcome to Grind, what can I do for you?” he asked. “A friend said I should give your gym a shot. She gave me this referral card…” “May I?” the lynx asked, gesturing for the card. The cat handed it over after holding it for just a moment too long. “Something the matter?” the attendant asked. “No, not really. It’s just… your arm looked so big compared to mine. It was a bit of a shock.” she replied. The attendant could have sworn she was blushing. “I’ve had a lot of time to work on it lately. We remodeled, and it hasn’t exactly gone over like we’d hoped. Before then, I was busy at this desk from the time I clocked in until closing. Blessing and a curse, I guess.” “It’s always this empty?” “No, not always. There’s a bit of a rush when folks start getting off work around 5:00PM, but for the rest of the day it’s calm as a lake.” “So, how much for a month’s membership?” “$35 for a one month.” The cat reached in her bag and pulled out a bit of cash. She placed $35 in neatly folded cash on the desk. “Thank you. There’s a bit of paperwork before I can show you around.” He slid a packet of tiny-print forms over the desk, complete with ballpoint pen. She diligently filled out the forms before handing them back. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, would you like a look around…”, he glanced at the top paper, “Cassandra?” “Cassie, if you don’t mind. I don’t think I caught your name?” He looked a bit surprised, and felt across his rather large chest before looking around the desk as if something was missing. He ducked under the desk, and came back up with a nametag affixed to his tight, form-fitting shirt. “Sorry, guess I dropped it. I’m Darren.” A quick tour of the main areas, and Cassie was off for her first day. She was getting settled on a elliptical when she remembered that she was going to ask for a locker key. On her way back to the front desk, the floor trembled beneath her feet. One shake… two… three… getting stronger with each tremor. She braced herself in the doorway between the lobby and the cardio room, fully expecting the apparent temblor to continue growing in intensity. For a brief moment, it stopped. A door to a private office swung open in the hallway behind Cassie, and Darren swooped past her, in to the lobby. Cassie was about to follow him, assuming he was trying to get out of the building, but instead he went straight to the desk. It was then that she noticed the source of the quakes, barely managing to lumber through the double doors. “Darren!” the titanic golden retriever barked. “Hey, Adam,” the lynx replied coolly. “We’ve got a newbie here, try not to scare this one off for once, alright?” Adam took a few inquisitive sniffs of the air. “Huh, thought it smelled different today.” Cassie stood frozen, almost hidden in the doorway. She had never seen such a large… anything, really. Hell, the dog was almost as big as her neighbor’s truck. From the way his arms looked, pushed out to the side and all, she’d bet he could take on the truck without much trouble. Out of a combination of fear and embarrassment, she fled back to the elliptical without getting a key, hoping she hadn’t been caught staring. Now becoming accustomed to the quaking floor, she attempted to continue her warmup. The immense retriever, with Darren close behind, squeezed through the doorway, toward the combined cardio/weight room where Cassie was trying to continue working out, trying to silence, or at least ignore the abject fear of the approaching monster. Now with his lower body unobscured by the desk, she noticed a feature that somewhat changed her opinion of the beast: his package was at least the same scale as his muscles, protruding proudly in front of him. She couldn’t help but stare, this time less than afraid of the consequences. Her tail swished idly behind her as she observed the creature shaking the room with his footfalls.

Part II

Darren stood with his best friend in the back end of the gym. Adam was in fact the reason for the previous renovation (repair) that had closed the gym for a month and a half. An incident with some load-bearing beams… but that was settled, no need to dwell on it. The industrial-strength gym equipment in the back was of Darren’s own creation. For insurance reasons, Adam was the only one allowed to use it, but frankly, it wouldn’t have done anyone else any good. The “barbell” was half a ton on its own. The “plates” were a minimum of 100lbs; Darren could hardly move the damn things. Fortunately for him, Adam was very considerate about putting the plates equipment back in its place after using it. He looked up at the golden, his head almost overtaken by his traps. A mirror in the corner caught the cat’s eye: the new chick was ogling Adam from afar. A devious though crossed his mind. He smacked Adam’s back. “Hey dog, could you help me bring some crates of water out from the back? I need to restock one of the vending machines.” “Yeah, where are they?” “The storeroom behind the back office, I’ll show you.” “Alright, alright.” The cat lead the behemoth back through the row of cardio equipment Cassie was using. She was visibly trying to focus on anything but the approaching canine, but her tail gave the impression she was deeply preoccupied with something. The equipment rattled and shook as Adam approached, but she was desperately trying to keep her attention elsewhere. Darren passed by her bike, Adam was approaching in 3, 2, 1… contact! Her tail brushed against his junk, startling both of them. He could have sworn that he saw the cat bite her lip. Maybe it was just his imagination. Adam uttered a deep “excuse me” before continuing on for a step, taking a deep breath, and continuing onward. “Jesus FUCK man, having that chick around is gonna kill me,” Adam growled to Darren, safely out of earshot of the cat. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’? She’s been staring at me, and then you walk me RIGHT BY her, and she just about gives me a tailjob, you cheeky son of a bitch. I KNOW you did that on purpose. There were four other rows to go through, and you took me through that one.” “I can neither confirm nor deny any involvement in that incident,” the lynx says with a smirk. “God damn, and the smell… her fucking SCENT.” “If you weren’t a dog, I’d say you were insulting the cleanliness of my gym.” Adam playfully bumped Darren, accidentally knocking him in to a pile of paper towel rolls. “Sorry,” he said, helping his friend up.

The duo brought out 8 pallets of various styles and flavors of water, Darren carrying two, Adam carrying the remainder. Darren proudly marched to the lobby with the titan behind him, neither breaking a sweat. “Thanks. Put ‘em down next to the machine.” Darren pulled a key off his keychain, opened the vending machine, and started loading it with the overpriced water. “How do you guys even make money off that stuff? There’s a water fountain right next to it, and another one in the hall to the weight room.” “Beats me.” “Whatever. I’m gonna go get working. Holler if you need any more help.” Adam passed through the double-wide door frame, stopping to look at the cat, now eagerly jogging on a treadmill, truly oblivious to his presence. He stood for a second, looking at her soft, lightly toned body. Her pert breasts were held tight by her sports bra. He felt a stirring in his loins and quickly put the thoughts out of his mind. He couldn’t afford to tear up his last pair of exercise shorts. He steeled himself against her feminine wiles, and marched back to his personal corner of the room.

Part III

Adam did the few stretches his overflowing physique permitted. He didn’t have a workout plan for today; he never does. He’d never really needed one. He’d been big all his life, but sophomore year in high school changed his definition of “big”. He’d never been an athlete, but pressure from his friends pushed him in to the football program. The team was certainly eager to have some fresh talent... or any talent at all. The coach hoped Adam could drag the team out of their seven-year slump, so he put Adam through roughly twice the physical training the rest of the team got. To the surprise of all, Adam took it and ran. It wasn’t unusual to find Adam, spurred on by the coach’s overblown pep talks, in the gym pushing weights during “rest” days. By the end of the season, he had put on 75lbs of muscle, and showed no sign letting up. He hasn’t let up since.

Adam hoisted the unloaded bar to the shoulder-high position and loaded around 600lbs of extra weight on the ends. Lining himself up carefully under the bar, he gripped the bar, grunting as he freed it from the metal structure. His entire body tensed as it adjusted to the extra weight. On a whim, he started pushing the bar overhead, sending his shoulders and pecs in to a frenzy. It was quite the sight for Cassie. The closest word she could come up with to describe it was symphonic: a dance of all the fibers of his body, coming together in unison. She simply couldn’t look away. Adam repeated the motion a dozen or so times, until his triceps felt (and looked) like they were ready to burst. With a cacophonous slam, he returned the bar to the steel contraption that held it. He stared at it for a second, thinking about what he felt like doing next. He quickly discounted any work that emphasized his legs, his shorts were already too tight, and he didn’t want to run the risk of being indecent in this polite company. He grabbed the bar and brought it down to a bit above his waist. He loaded it up once again and stood before it. Holding the bar down in front of him (almost resting on his generous package), he curled it up, feeling his biceps pump and expand as they fought gravity to bring the half-ton bar up. Hoselike veins throbbed across his arms as he tried to get the last few inches out of the curl before letting it down and repeating until his biceps were too pumped to complete the movement. His forearms and biceps were starting to fight for space, and he declared that activity complete. He emptied the bar again, and brought it over to a block of raw steel a couple of feet thick. Affixed above it was more yet of Darren’s handiwork. This time, he loaded well over two tons on the metal rod and lay himself down on the steel block with the bar directly overhead. With a tremendous groan from both the metal structure and the canine, he pushed the bar off the rack, and lowered it down to his chest. Cassie looked on, mesmerized by the apparently-trapped Golden. With a sudden explosive surge, he pushed the bar off his chest, held it above him, and brought it down again. She watched as his heaving chest pushed against the tent-sized fabric covering his torso. With each rep, his chest swelled further and further. Adam didn’t seem to notice as his shirt was becoming taught with the growth of his massive pecs… until a jarring snap signaled the end of his upper garment. His pecs, now too large for even his custom-made clothing, had liberated themselves from their inadequate confines. With a thunderous clang, he returned the bar to the rack above him. He tried in vain to close the gap that had appeared in his shirt, but it was too far gone. With a grunt of annoyance and a single swift motion, he split the rest of the shirt down the middle, transforming it in to something of a vest. His admirer now had a very clear view of his bulging abs and core, rippling as he shifted himself off the bench. He carried five or six plates to the last hulk of industrialesque metal. A chain that could have anchored a full yacht sat collected beneath it. He threaded the chain through the plates and tied it around his waist. He gripped the handles above his head, and pulled himself off the floor. The metal protested as he pulled his body up to the bar and back. Cassie watched in awe as the dozens of muscles across his back flourished as he raised himself (plus a few hundred extra pounds) in to the air. The display was unreal. If his shirt hadn’t been ruined by his chest, his lats surely would have done it in anyway. They protruded too far let his arms come to rest beside him.

With his repertoire of exercises, sans leg work, exhausted, Adam started on his way back to the locker room. He locked eyes with Cassie, who bit her lip and shyly looked elsewhere. Adam caught another whiff, and that was the last straw. He pounded his way through the lane to the treadmill she was running on. He smacked the emergency stop button, sending a chunk of the control panel flying off. He grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, almost pleadingly. “Hello,” she said almost inaudibly. “Are you really going to make me do all the work here?” Adam almost barked. “I don’t… what do you mean?” she asked, slightly taken aback. “Don’t play dumb, kitten. I can smell it all over you. You’ve been staring at me since I walked back in here. So are you gonna come with me or not?” “Come with you?” “Locker rooms.” She stared at him with her big, shining eyes. She put her paw on his huge arm, feeling its unyielding strength contrasted by its soft warmth. With that final straw broken, he hoisted her over his shoulder without a single hint of resistance and barreled to the back of the building. Before leaving earshot of Darren, he shouted “LOCKER ROOM’S CLOSED.” Darren, his busywork interrupted, chuckled to himself, walked to the front door, and switched off the “OPEN” sign. “Now would be a good time for lunch,” he thought. “Maybe this time he’ll leave the building standing.” The lynx shrugged, and headed off to the burger joint a block away.

Part IV

Adam did not care to bother with the locker room door. And then, there was no door. Even on his shoulder, her paws were exploring all she could reach of his massive body: touching, feeling, groping. He took Cassie off his shoulder and put her on the changing room bench. She pawed eagerly at his bulge, which was now straining against the inadequate confines of his custom-made shorts. As the seams started to burst, he reached down and tore them off like paper off a notepad. Cassie wasted no time in rubbing up against his throbbing cock, licking as much of the tremendous length as she could. Adam shuddered as the feline worshiped his meat, which was at least as thick around as her torso. Precum spurted out of the cannon-like cock. Using all of her feline acrobatic ability, Cassie deftly flung herself atop the gigantic member. Still gyrating against the massive canine’s cock, she wrapped her tail around it, and used the new perch to worship Adam’s imposing pec shelf. Each slab was as thick as a barrel and twitched as she tried to grab and fondle as much of the overflowing chest muscle as she could. “Lick it.” Adam commanded. Cassie obediently complied, enjoying how close she got to be to the humongous hunk’s freshly-expanded pecs. Her gyrating had reached a feverish pace as she trailed down his chest, arriving at abs that were undoubtedly as large and sturdy as the cinder blocks that held the building up. She could not dent the muscle with her paws. She had the honor of feeling them ripple and writhe under her paws and tongue as Adam adjusted his behemoth frame, starting to buck against her grinding hips. Adam, deciding to give her a better show, flexed his pecs, which subsequently pushed her flat against his erect cock, sandwiching her between his two largest pieces of meat. She quivered in raw pleasure as she was nearly engulfed. Adam brought his swollen arms up for the largest double-bicep flex in history. With a flex that could have torn apart pure steel, he pumped his arms up to no less than twice their previous size. His biceps now rose far past his fists, with the veins thickening and pulsing ever-larger to accommodate the enormous muscles. Adam howled as he felt the rush of power in his arms. Even his forearms were thicker, covered with obscenely powerful cords of muscle, accumulating until their girth far surpassed even the sturdiest concrete bridge pylons. His cock was twitching at a frantic pace, with fountains of precum being supplied by his balls which would put beachballs to shame. His pecs continued to expand, pushing Cassie up his shaft until she was stationed entirely on the head of his hopelessly swollen cock. The sensation of Cassie grinding against the tip of his massive cock was the final straw. With a far-overdue howl and a rolling flex, he came in with such force that Cassie was sent across the room, having been completely engulfed by his fluids. With all the finesse of a feline, she landed, entirely coated by his semen. His orgasm continued for what seemed like an hour as he released all the oppressive tension the cat had been dutifully encouraging. Coming out of it, he noticed his feline companion, now entirely inundated by his seed, seemingly in her own euphoric afterglow. The rest of the room was in a similar state, with the exception of the lockers behind him, which were now firmly compressed against the wall, entirely flat. With some pride he noticed the building was not, in fact, in shambles: a noteworthy improvement over the last time he got laid. Eventually returning from her daze of fulfillment, she approached the retriever and took his paw in hers. Gently, she gingerly tugged on his paw in the direction of the showers. She clearly needed some cleaning, and, though he could not see them through his profound pecs, he felt cum on his legs. He certainly would not be able to reach around to sufficiently clean himself until the pump wore down a bit, but it would seem he had found himself an extremely eager volunteer in the interim.

Epilogue

Darren sat at the front desk. Today, yet another slow day. He had some time set aside to go to the machine shop later; Adam’s barbell needed some new bearings, and the foundry would be shipping the 200lb weights in a week. As if on cue, Adam and Cassie strolled up. He had not cared to find out what exactly had happened that afternoon six months ago. All he knew was the janitors charged overtime for three days, and the gym moved to a doorless setup for the locker rooms afterwards. Cassie strolled up and handed Darren the membership card, which she and Adam now shared among the two of them. He reached out to grab it, holding it just a second too long. Her arm now seemed at least as large as his own, quite possibly larger. Maybe it was just the light. Whatever kind of protein Adam was feeding her, it was sure as hell working.