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Well, you lot are just proving to be incredibly hard to please. That's okay, I like a challenge. As it is your silence made me change plans just a bit. Instead of two small chapters over the next two weeks I'll be cramming one large one down your throat for this week. Just remember, your silence made me do it, so say something already.

Even if it is just choking noises...

While Eric was in the shower Jeremy brought out his prisoners for their morning feeding. Opening the lid he saw the lion sprawled at the bottom of the bowl, dead.

"Which of you did this, and why?"

They all looked up at him sullenly. The cheetah finally said "Fuck it, I did. As you said yesterday he had it coming."

The cheetah was the only one to defiantly meet his eyes as the other two looked down through the plastic at his paw pads. "Fine."

He put the lid back on and bundled their container in a shirt. He went to the hallway and waited for a bathroom. Their three bedroom apartment fortunately had three bathrooms but none of them were allowed to use their mother's. He still went around the apartment in nothing but fur and broke many more rules without consequence due to his size and dominance. Even Jeremy still obeyed that rule.

Ian finished first and saw him waiting when he came out. He walked past his younger brother without meeting him in the eye. Jeremy knew his brother hated the fact he now had to look up to him. They both hated him for being so much stronger. They were both shamed by the knowledge that their younger brother had a cock more than twice the size of theirs. He knowingly went around in just his fur to openly display every one of their reasons for disliking him. Jeremy took great pleasure in their reaction to his dominance.

Taking the bathroom he uncovered the container and opened the lid. He set the bowl down on the back of the toilet seat making sure it wouldn't slip. He plucked the body of the lion out between two fingers. He dropped the tiny body of the dead lion in the bowl as the others watched. Jeremy stood in front of the bowl hands on his hips as his cock grew out of his sheath. Once he was out enough he let his water flow. He was so large and weighty his member drooped down enough that he didn't even have to take hold to aim into the toilet bowl.

He watched their reactions. They watched his insult to their tiny size. He shifted his stream to hit the floating body of the lion as much as he could. Once he finished he continued standing before them cock hanging out. They were all staring at him again, even soft he was more than twice as thick as they were tall. He stared at them for long moments enjoying their stare. Finally he flushed and put the lid back on their prison. He took his shower and dried off with the three remaining cats watching the entire time.

Back in his bedroom he pulled the lid off and looked at the three survivors. "As punishment you get nothing to eat for the next there days."

Staring at the cheetah Jeremy asked "What was your name again?"

"Allen." The chetah answered in an attempt at defiance even though his fear made his voice break.

"For your honesty I'll not kill you, today." Jeremy closed the lid and put the container back in the ventilation shaft. Putting the vent cover back up he activated PATOMES. In a few seconds the cheetah would be twice the size he was. The others wouldn't be able to match him in any way.

For some reason he was beginning to like the little cat despite the way they'd met. He had to admit to himself he'd added mass to the cat for selfish reasons. He wanted to make sure if any more fighting broke out among them Allen would be the one to survive. Still, he'd like to see how he felt the next day or two with all that extra muscle and nothing to eat. Should they try anything the other two cats would be lucky to still be alive by the weekend. Jeremy went about his day ignoring his captives.

He ignored his brothers too. They were always sullen and spiteful around him now. Their mother was helpless to change the situation. Jeremy didn't care, he was above it, literally. He smirked to himself at the thought.

He spent the next several days in his routine. His workouts were up to almost three hours only to fill up the extra time while he was on vacation. He had kept getting stronger than ever even without using PATOMES. He'd figured out why.

He had started out adding more muscle to his body early on. That had increased the ratio of muscle in his body until it was much higher than before. By the time he'd decided to scale back he'd then added muscle at the same ratio of muscle in his body he had advanced to. The extra increase of muscle had slowly built up faster than he'd expected. At nearly twenty percent more muscle mass than before he had quite literally piled muscle on top of muscle.

The increased ratio also explained why his muscle mass had grown so much faster during his test in the park. Knowing what he'd inadvertently done he found he liked it. He decided to continue increasing his strength at the same rate until he was satisfied with the size of his body. He expected it would take until the middle of the coming year. His brothers could simmer in their angst as they watched him continue to outgrow them all they wanted. He wan't changing his mind or not achieving for his dream for their satisfaction.

Saturday came and Jeremy checked on his prisoners. They were all still alive. Their bowl was filthy and stank. The cheetah stared at him with his arms around him midsection. The others were watching the larger cheetah as warily as they looked at Jeremy.

"So, tell me how your time went."

"Please, I'm starving." the cheetah pleaded.

"I know. What's happened the past three days? You three still getting along?"

The cheetah said nothing. The panther answered "There's no reason for this. Let us go or kill us."

Jeremy answered "You know there's no way you'll ever go free."

The panther sneered up at him. "Then finish it."

Jeremy looked at the jaguar "And you? Is that your position too?" He stared for a second before nodding. "Just get it over with."

He looked at the cheetah. "What about you?"

"I don't want to die." he said looking at Jeremy anger covering his face. There was no fear left in the cat. The others had given up but not this one. He was surprised at the other two cats but Allen made him proud. He'd been somewhat rooting for the cheetah despite himself and felt vindicated in his attitude.

"Alright." Jeremy said. He again wrapped them in his dirty clothing and waited in the hall for a bathroom. Once inside he opened the lid and placed the bowl on the toilet seat again. He picked out the jaguar and panther and dropped them in the toilet bowl. He could see the cheetah watch as his cock swelled out of his sheath. The two felines in the bowl were treading water and looking up at him.

Letting his water flow he smirked as he hit the jaguar. His stream pushed the tiny cat under. He adjusted his stream to force the panther under. He smiled as he aimed back and forth at the cats until he'd drained his bladder. He looked at the cheetah a second before grinning back at the two swimmers. "Take a deep breath." He said just before he flushed.

He showered with the chetah watching from his bowl. He came out of the bathroom to find the apartment empty and a note on the kitchen table. Their mother had taken Ian and Eric out for the day. They'd be back in time for dinner.

It was clear even though it hadn't been in the note. He'd not been invited. Even his mother was now taking the same position as his brothers.

He had most of the day left without having to be forced to share the apartment with his brothers. He unwrapped the container from the towel he'd used to conceal it. Jeremy opened the lid. "You get a break today. There's no one else at home for the rest of the day."

He walked toward the bathroom as he activated PATOMES. He closed the door and set the cheetah's bowl in the bottom of the shower. He watched was the cat grew. When he was six inches high he turned the water on and stepped back to watch the cheetah. Allen stepped into the spray and stared scrubbing his fur. At eight inches he looked around and stared up at the shampoo bottle. Looking at Jeremy he pointed and asked "Could you hand me the shampoo?"

Jeremy reached over and the held the bottle over the cat. It was half his size, even with the amount of muscle Jeremy had given him he doubted the cat could handle the comparatively huge thing. Understanding his intent the cat stood under the spout and caught the drop Jeremy squeezed out. Allen lathered up and rinsed. Finished he looked at himself and then up to Jeremy as he shut the water off. He'd stopped growing and was only up to the side of the tub.

Jeremy had sat on the toilet seat as the cat had cleaned himself. He'd appraised the feline as he'd watched. At ten inches he was tiny, but in a way still looked powerful. As much muscle he'd given the cat his body bulged and rippled with every movement. He'd never seen a cheetah as stout as Allen was now despite his small stature. Were they the same size Jeremy would only be a little larger.

"I honestly don't know what to do with you. I should kill you and be done with it but at the same time I find that I respect you too much for that. I also can't let you go."

The cheetah stood in the tub dripping as he stared at the weasel that had him trapped.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

The cheetah looked at Jeremy for several long seconds. "Actually, if you give me back my size but keep me like this I wouldn't say anything."

"I'd like to believe you, but there's no way I can trust you."

"You said you have half a day. Take me back to my place and you'll see you can trust me."

"How would that change anything?"

"Look, with what you can do there's obviously no way I can harm you. I understand if there's no way to get you to trust me me you'll have to kill me. Just give me a chance to convince you I can be trusted. You have nothing to lose."

Jeremy handed the cat a hand towel when he started shivering. As he started drying himself off Jeremy stated "Dry your bowl out too, we're going for a trip."

At their destination Jeremy opened the door and stepped inside. He pulled his hood back exposing the two inch cheetah clinging to the fabric inside the hood. He looked around the tiny apartment. It was what the cheetah had called his drop house. Jeremy could see the little stove on one side and the bed on the other side of the room. Setting the key on the table by the door he reached up to the cheetah.

Holding his paw against his own shoulder he watched the feline climb onto his fingers. The cat wrapped his arms around the weasel's finger and looking up at Jeremy's face and said "Ready."

Jeremy brought his paw to the floor and let the cheetah climb off. He stood back and activated PATOMES. In only ten seconds the cheetah was two feet and still stood below Jeremy's waist. He still didn't yet trust the cat, perhaps he never would but this chance was better than outright to killing him.

Allen looked around when his growth stopped and with a glance at Jeremy started walking to the bed. Jeremy followed closely behind the feline. He had seen how quick the cat could move, and he was in his territory now. Caution only made sense. The cheetah pushed his paws under the mattress for a second until Jeremy pulled him off the floor by the back of his neck.

"What, I was just getting my passports." The cheetah tried to explain. He dangled more than two feet off the floor.

Jeremy reached down with his other hand and lifted the mattress up. Looking under it he saw a couple of what certainly looked like passports. Setting Allen back to the floor Jeremy pushed the mattress back all the way. There was nothing else under it.

The cheetah picked up the passports and handed them to Jeremy. He paged through them with little interest. He didn't see how they could gain his trust enough to save the cat's life. He shook his head and looked at the cheetah. "Sorry, I don't see how this helps either of us out of this situation."

The cheetah spread his paws out as he explained "I know certain people. People that can provide things like this. You can set up extra identities for yourself, just in case."

"I'm not running away. I'd rather kill you." Jeremy said stepping closer to the cat.

Allen backed away. "If you keep taking people off the street like you did to us you will have to, eventually. That's what I have to offer, kid. Experience. I can teach you how to stay off the cop's radar. I know how they think, what their procedures are. I can help you stay free so you can do, well, whatever it is you want."

Jeremy looked through the passports again. Allen's face was in all of them but with different names for each one. He really had no idea what they were supposed to look like. The passports certainly looked authentic to his inexperienced eye.

"So, you're really saying you want to teach me how to break the law." Jeremy looked around the studio. "It looks like I could do better."

"That's not my point, why draw attention to yourself for no reason." The cheetah countered as he walked over to the stove and pulled out one of the drawers by its side. He slowly reached in the cavity and pulled out a thick stack on paper money.

As the cheetah held out the stack of money Jeremy asked "How much is that?"

"More than ten thousand."

"Wow. Okay, yeah, thats impressive."

"Theres more in other places too. I don't really live like this. Like I said, its whats called a drop house." He held out the cash to Jeremy. "For my life."

It was a tempting offer even if the cat's life wasn't really on the line. He had to admit his home situation for all his posturing sucked. The only thing that made it bearable was his undeniable dominance over his family. He hadn't realized until Allen's offer how much he wanted out.

"Look, its tempting, but I, well. Fuck, look, I'm only twelve. I can't go out on my own. I don't know enough. As much as I hate home I can't quit school. What would I do, steal shit from people like you?"

The cheetah's arm had dropped as he'd listened. "Are you shitting me? Twelve? Fuck, I thought you were a lot older."

"Yeah, and how old are you?"

The cheetah actually smirked as he replied "Twenty seven."

Jeremy stood staring down at the cheetah. The little cat was more than twice his age and he towered over him. This was better than dominating his brothers. His cock was responding to the idea of him standing more than twice the size of a full grown adult. An adult he could dominate even more if he chose to.

The cat noticed the growing bulge in Jeremy shorts. The smirk disappeared and was replaced by a look of fear. He stepped back a few paces as his tail drew itself up between his legs. "Easy now, I just brought you here to show you I can be trusted and how helpful I can be."

"What? Oh, no. This is just my reaction to-. Well, lets just say I can't control it sometimes."

The cheetah relaxed a little. "Yeah, know the feeling. How are you able to do this to people anyway?"

"It's impossible to explain. I just can."

"Yeah? Well, that feeling I got when my cock grew almost makes the week worth it."

Jeremy looked to the floor. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I got carried away."

The cheetah just stood where he was and cautiously watched Jeremy. The weasel's cock still showed thick through his shorts although it wasn't getting any bigger at the moment Allen still kept his distance and clearly felt he was still not out of danger. He waited for his huge captor to come to a decision. He stiffened when he noticed his body getting smaller.

"What's this mean? Am I dead or what?"

"I need to think about it, but you're not dead. At least not today." Jeremy answered as he stepped closer to the foot tall feline.

Allen waited as his body dwindled. Eventually he was forced to climb onto the weasel's fingers again. Soon he was back clinging to the fabric inside Jeremy's hoody. The weasel locked the door and pocketed the key. As he turned to leave he heard someone call for him to stop. Turning he saw a lion coming toward him.

"Shit. Trouble." The cheetah warned.

Jeremy quickly activated PATOMES and targeted the lion. "What?" he asked as belligerent as he could manage.

"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck is Allen?" The lion was huge. He stood well over twice the size of Jeremy. He would stand taller than Burt had he still been alive and his normal size.

Jeremy turned from him and said "Fuck off."

"Don't do this." He heard Allen say.

"Don't turn your back on me, you fucking rat." The lion ordered.

"Shit." From the cheetah.

Jeremy activated the command and turned around. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at the lion.

He stood over Jeremy and demanded "Where the fuck is that little pussy?"

"You want to see him? I can arrange that."

"I have a job for him. The little fuckstick said he'd meet me here days ago. I need him here now. So, for the last time, where the fuck is he?" The lion demanded. He'd still not seemed to notice he now only stood a head taller than Jeremy. His clothes falling looser around him didn't even catch his attention.

"Not my problem." Jeremy fired back.

The lion reached out to him only to have Jeremy grab his arm. His eyes widened at the sight of the weasel suddenly almost his same height. A second later Jeremy tried pulling the lion's arm up higher. He resisted, their strength was evenly matched for only another second. Jeremy won the battle and pulled the lions arm up. He could now look down at the cat even as the lion continued to struggle against his growing disadvantage. Jeremy was now proportionally strong enough to simply hold his arm up and slowly lift the lion off the floor as he shrank.

Shocked at the sudden and strange experience the lion reached up to try prying his arm from the grip of the weasel. Jeremy felt claws sink into his skin and drag deeper. Angered he swung the cat against the wall as hard as he could. The three foot lion impacted the wall and bounced off to swing in Jeremy's grip. Swinging the cat to the opposite wall he smiled his delight as the stunned two and a half foot lion bounced again. The cat released his arm only after the third impact against a wall.

The two foot lion shook his head, dazed at the rough treatment.

The cat looked around as he recovered his senses. At two feet long and hanging from the grip of a seemingly enormous weasel the lion muttered "What the fuck."

Having seen the reaction before Jeremy smiled. He brought the eighteen inch long lion close to his face and softly said "You just fucked with the wrong weasel."

"This can't be happening." He said. He looked down at the distant floor. He stared at the pile of clothing that had already fallen off his body. Jeremy held him up and watched as he shrank under a foot long. The lion's entire forearm was wrapped securely in his paw.

Jeremy held his free paw under the six inch feline and released him. He landed on the weasel's soft paw pad and looked around.

At three inches then two the lion whimpered his fright. Jeremy curled his fingers around the one inch lion.

Brining his paw up to his face he whispered "Scratch me again and I'll kill you."

He heard Allen quietly predict "You're going to have to now."