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Juniper was the early bird, pumping iron at the gym with a full head of steam before most of its patrons were even out of bed. A working man, he had no time to waste sleeping in or lazing about. With a career to attend to and a muscular physique to maintain, it was his prerogative which received greater emphasis. Why not both? Thus he was at the gym's door every morning at open, usually before the employees even got there.

Another perk besides being shredded like confetti was having the place mostly to himself. There was never the concern of dealing with people filming themselves or having to share a machine with somebody. He wasn't self-conscious at all, but having the showers to himself was a nice luxury. With his earbuds plugged in he would be ignorant of his echoing huffs and grunts. The floor was a world to his own, perfect for honing his mind and body and devoid of any unwanted distractions.

The Thursday he spent toning his arms was as lonely as they usually were so early in the morning. He was by the barbell rack, curling a pair of 35 pounders with his bulbous, light teal arms. His lantern jaw was clenched, lips furled back to bare his fangs. Sweat dribbled down his smooth pony fur and constellated his scalp. There rose a transcendent pair of inwardly curved horns the color of sapphire. Another the color of his skin rose from his forehead, forming a trifecta of impressive protrusions. More modest was his brown hair that he kept in a short ponytail down his neck. His eyes were entirely amber, bubbled with dots of white and gold. Tucked into a neat fold on his back were his iridescent wings. Their night blue texture shimmered in the flat fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Dotting them were white camouflage marks the shape of hearts.

He was a pleasure to look at on features alone, but he didn't dare let that be all to his presentation. Rippling across his body was a musculature as dense as it was cut. The black tank top he wore was skin tight, as were the blue shorts just beneath them. The sinews of his shoulders were visible outside the shoulder straps. Their every movement, no matter how subtle, could be witnessed with the mechanical pump of his arms. Veins slithered down the inside of his forearm and winded down his boulder-biceps. None of it was accidental. Each muscle that stood out marked years of intense discipline and focus.

"37... 37... 38... 38... 39... 39... 40... 40..." He let loose a great sigh and let his arms unfold. Everything from his wrists to his shoulders burned terribly, especially his biceps. After what had been his third set of 40 curls, they looked like they were in a permanent flex. He bent over to put the curls down on the carpeted floor below. He would come back to them later, but for now he needed to hydrate. Leaning against the dumbbell rack was his bookbag. Next to that was his water bottle which he snatched up. Lifting it to his lips and tilting it was hard given the exigent ache in his muscles. Squeezing the water out wasn't much easier given the grip he had been putting on the barbells. He chuckled to himself, then finally managed to get a single squirt of cool water into his mouth.

He sloshed it between his teeth and swallowed. "Ahh..." Sweat continued to drip down his face and limbs. He put the bottle's cold facade to his temple and rubbed it across his forehead. The oxygen was sifting its way back into his arms, but could not completely erase the fatigue that clutched at them. Worse still was the following set of arm exercises he had to perform: 5 sets of 20 pushups with hip taps in between.

Once he felt right enough he got into the pushup position on the floor. He started performing push ups while touching his fingers to the opposite hip in between reps. It looked simple enough, but doing it 40 times really started to make things heavier. Once he had done 40 he still had 4 more sets of it to go. He put it out of his mind. Down he would go, then back up. Right hip, left hip, and down again.

In the middle of that performance the gym got another customer. It was a short grizzly bear wearing an oversized white t-shirt and some black gym shorts. A hoodie was pulled over their head with the zipper held open. In their paw was a large gym bag that sagged under the great weight of its contents. He was alone. As he walked his way to the front desk to check in he spotted Juniper. He stayed quiet as he walked, eying the athletic changeling as he struggled on the floor below. Once he was checked in he casually walked up to a treadmill and started a slow walk. He kept his hoodie on and never accelerated to a jog.

Juniper didn't notice him, nor would he after his first set was done. He got up, took a sip of water, waited for the fatigue to go down, then went right back at it. He only noticed the newcomer after the fourth set, but didn't give him any mind. He had never seen him before, but that wasn't anything unusual. The gym was getting new customers every week, so new faces were common. The only odd thing was that he was here so early, but not even that was reason to give Juniper pause. The guy clearly had his priorities straight. Good for him.

Upon the 200th rise from the floor Juniper let loose a triumphant groan. He got up to his feet and sighed with a smile. The veins in his arms were at their absolute zenith, lathering his forearms in a web of wormy ridges. It burned like hell, but that was good. It meant he was done doing arm-specific workouts until the next Thursday, and by then he'd be good and rested. He sat on a nearby weight bench where he had placed a towel. He smeared it across his face and took another swig from his water bottle.

The bear walking on his treadmill slowed the belt to a stop. Beep! Beep! Beep! He hopped off and waltzed over to Juniper from behind, one paw hidden in his hoodie pocket. Juniper felt a polite tap on his left shoulder. He looked over to see the bear smiling down at him politely. "Excuse me. Sorry. I was wondering if you had the time, and if you were done with those 35's."

"Oh! Yeah, sure." Juniper got up and waltzed over to his bookbag where his phone was. He got on one knee and fished it out. Clicking the On button revealed that it was 8:27. "Almost 8:30," Juniper said as he stood up and turned around. He was still looking down at his phone screen to sift through the few notifications he had received. When his head lifted he caught the bear moving. It wasn't a lot, but enough to notice. The bear's foot was coming back into place next to its twin, heel going backwards. The top of the bear's head elevated quickly, then stopped. It was as if he had just come out of performing a lunge. Both of his paws were in his pocket hoodies. He stared at Juniper with an utterly blank expression.

Juniper frowned. What was that? He waved it off mentally. "But yeah, I'm done with the 35's. All of them, in fact. Have at it." He looked down at the weights that he had left on the carpet. "Sorry, I meant to put those away." He bent over and placed his phone flat on the ground so he could pick the weights up. He kept his eye on the bear, expecting him to do something else. The bear did nothing besides stand there quietly. Juniper held the weights out to him. "Here you go."

The bear blinked. "Oh! Yeah. Sorry." He hustled over and took the weights.

Juniper chuckled. "You're good." Little awkward. Coming to a new gym can be like that.

"Thanks." The bear's arms were held down straight by the weight of the dumbbells. He didn't curl them or do anything else besides kind of look down at them like they were some odd accessory.

Looking at him, Juniper didn't think he was that athletic. He was stocky, but not burly enough to hoist 35's at a serious rate. But Juniper wasn't one to judge. He'll figure things out. Juniper grabbed his book bag and water bottle and headed for the showers. Work was in a few hours, and he didn't want to show up smelling as he did. He took a sip from his water bottle, then frowned. It tasted... off. Something not quite bitter but not quite sweet was in it. Coming to a stop he inspected the nozzle. It had been chewed up pretty good, a result of an unfortunate habit. Did he bump it on something?

He took another sip. Yes, the taste wasn't right, but it wasn't bad. It was just... different. He resumed his walk to the showers while taking a few more sips. Getting there he stepped into a shower stall and slid the curtain closed behind him. After peeling off his clothes he stepped into the spray and washed off all of the perspiration. The water glided off the top layer of his fur, sank into it, then soaked him to the skin. His aching muscles started to feel better. Lifting his arms still hurt, but it was better than doing it with a huge weight attached. He stretched out as much of the stress as he could, letting his knotted muscles smooth themselves out and start to repair. Waiting back home was a fat protein shake, ready for his consumption. He could already taste its chocolate sludge, making his tummy rumble.

Once he was all clean he killed the water and toweled himself off. To his pleasant surprise he felt limber and loose. The shower had done a good job of washing away his fatigue too, apparently. In fact, it felt like he could go for another round. That gave him pause. No way. He curled his arms, expecting the strain to halt him. It didn't. In fact, it wasn't even there. In its place was a sort of invigoration like he had downed two whole scoops of creatine. What the hell is going on?

He saw his sweaty clothes crumpled up in his gym bag. Nearby was his neatly folded casual clothes he had meant to put on. The longer he looked at the gym clothes the more he felt the urge to put them back on and go right back at it. His phone was still in his book bag. He fished it out and checked the time. 8:43. Work was in an hour and 17. Did he have time for another sesh or two? Maybe more?

It suddenly didn't matter. Looking back at his used gym clothes escalated his urge into a roaring demand. After having just cleaned himself he grabbed the used garments and slid them right back on, making his nose crinkle with the smell of his own sweat. He gathered his stuff, slammed his gym bag back in its locker, and speed-walked right back out onto the workout floor.

The bear was still the only customer. He was at a weight bench, holding on to one dumbbell- not a 35, it was much smaller -and curling it slowly. His back went straight when he saw Juniper thundering back onto the floor wearing the same sweaty clothes he had gone into the shower with. The bear's curling quickly escalated. He looked off at the nearest wall, pretending the hunky changeling wasn't there.

Juniper did likewise, although he didn't have to pretend. All he could think about was the growing need to pump some iron. The first thing he saw was a weight bench. He went right at it, loading up 220 pounds on the bar. Such a weight usually required a spotter. There was either the bear or a staff member to ask. He didn't. He laid himself out on the bench and grabbed the bar with his hands on the checkered grips.

"Hmph!" The bar came up. Immediately he sensed something was wrong. Not because he could not hoist it, but because it simply felt lighter. He brought the bar back down on the rack and sat up to check how much weight was on it. Yup. 220. The exact amount he thought he had put on. Strange. Very strange. He didn't think any more about it before lying back down and grabbing the bar again. Up it went. He took a few preparatory breaths then lowered it to his chest. Upon exhaling he pushed it back up. As he expected, it felt much less than it should have been, but he didn't let it stop him. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. By the fifth rep he expected at least some degree of muscle burn, but nothing came. His teeth weren't gritting and his breath didn't so much as huff.

He had to stop. If 220 wasn't doing anything for him then he had to amp things up. He racked the bar and made a quick walk over to the barbell weights. He grabbed a pair of 25 pound disks and came back to add them to the bar, making it 270. He laid down and lifted it. Better, but not enough. Beyond questioning his sudden burst in strength, he headed back to the rack and came back with 30 more pounds, bloating the bar weight to a whole 300. That was close to his limit of 325 and most definitely required a spotter. None of that so much as crossed his mind as the blood-surging need to work out had him lying across the bar again and pushing the bar up. Still no problem. He went to work heaving it up and down, only feeling the first bit of real fatigue when he hit rep six.

He was the only one working out. The bear was on his bench having abandoned his own mediocre exercise. He watched Juniper go to work like a machine, pumping that bar like he was Hercules. The bear's eyes went wide. This is way better than I thought it'd be! He couldn't wait to bring the news back to his employers. The jars of supplements in the gym bag were going to sell like hot cakes once he got the word out of how well it worked.

Juniper was at rep 15 when he stopped. His upper body burned pretty good, but nowhere near to the degree it should have. Only the strongest of strongmen could've done something like that, and here he did it without breaking a sweat. Sitting up he hissed at a sudden pain that struck his shoulders. It felt like the straps were shrinking into his skin, cutting off the circulation. He looked down at it and saw that the thin black straps were indeed sunken into his muscle. Now that he thought about it, the rest of the tank top was feeling extra tight. The waistband of his shorts was scraping his skin. The bottom hem was higher than usual. Most uncomfortable was the vice-like pressure around his junk. "What the fuck?"

He stood up and looked down at himself. It definitely looked like his clothes had shrunken on him. Was it the sweat drying up? Looking back up at the rest of the gym he saw more patrons filing in to start their routine. The bear was on his bench, curling away at his dumbbell like crazy, turned in the opposite direction. The staff behind the desk were looking Juniper's way with some level of concern. I gotta head back to the showers.

He hurried his way back to the locker room. The door burst open upon his entry as he made a beeline for one of the mirrors on the wall. He stepped in front of it and saw his image step into frame. At first glance everything looked normal. He was his old, muscular self. The clothes looked tighter on him, yeah, but otherwise he looked alright.

Then he looked more closely. Am I... bigger? It made sense that his upper body had done some swelling after swinging so much weight, but what he saw in front of him was ridiculous. His pecs had bulged out from the collar of his tank top, showing off the top sliver of his nipples. The shoulder straps were not only sunken into his fur but were atop a pair of traps much taller than when he last looked at them. The many veins that had blown up across his arms were gone, but only because the muscle beneath them had swollen up to match their elevation.

"Whoa..." Bringing his attention down to his torso revealed similar, if more subtle, results. The bottom of his tank top was parted from his shorts, revealing an inch tall sliver of teal abs. He peeled the fabric up to see more. While the definition had remained roughly the same, the outward swell of his abs was something downright barbaric. Flexing them felt like they had the strength to crack a walnut. Pretty much every other part of him felt similarly powerful. The need to have another go on the weight bench was coming back. He could go out there and bend the bar, he felt so strong.

Superseding it was the desire to see more of himself. His eyes tracked down the portrait of pony before him, adoring every bit that he saw. His thighs were bigger and so were his hips. A little twist to the side revealed a pair of glutes the size and hardness of small boulders. He hadn't even worked those muscles out that day and yet they were on par with the mycoidal burst of muscle that had become his shoulders and chest.

A stupid grin split his face. "Fuck yeah!" Juniper was never the type to pose and ogle himself like some narcissistic bodybuilder. His pursuit of strength and fitness was purely for his own health. Such restraint of ego was smashed into a million pieces upon seeing the statuesque tower of masculinity before him. He flexed his arms, bulging out his biceps. His fists hooked up to his head, then down at his waist. He twisted his back and flexed his glutes. A stupid grin rode his face the entire time. It was just too damn good not to look at.

Pics had to be taken. He rushed over to his locker where he had left his bookbag. When he turned the dial he noticed how small it felt between his thumb and index finger. No fucking way. Did my hand get bigger? The door flew open with much greater ease than he was prepared for. He pulled his book bag out and got his phone. Holding the tiny looking gadget confirmed that yes, his hand had in fact gotten bigger. There was the uncanny feeling of holding an empty soda can and the impulsive need to crush it in his fist.

Fortunately he resisted such an urge and went back to the mirror. When he turned he felt an even sharper tug of the shoulder strap. It was enough to make him stop and look down at it. Doing so made him realize how stiff his neck felt, not because of any residual ache or strain, but because his traps were getting in the way. More exigent was the increasing pressure on his waist and manhood. Looking down revealed a highly defined impression of his cock and balls through the blue fabric of his gym shorts.

He went back to the mirror, not to take pictures but to see how bad it had gotten. It was bad indeed. His clothes were on the brink of tearing. The gap between his tank top and shorts had grown by several inches. The top section of his pubis could be seen as the shorts came down his legs. He could no longer see the top of his horns in the mirror as his height had put them out of sight. Also concerning were the flanks of his arms hiding themselves beyond the frame in front of him. Across all facets he was simply getting too big.

The first rush of panic fell on him. Magnifying it was the first pop of a shirt thread coming undone. It was followed by another, then another, then several more in rapid succession. Pop. Pop. Poppop. Popopopoppopop. What followed it was an even more terrifying ripping sound as the middle of the tank top started to rip. The fabric designed for stretching could simply not meet the requirements of such a behemoth. Soon his shorts were suffering a similar fate, their elastic bands tearing like an over stretched wire. With it came some relief. The skin and genitals beneath could finally breathe, but that did little to assuage the terror of watching himself grow into a leviathan.

"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!" He was aware of the staff and customers on the gym floor outside of the locker room. With his clothes ripping apart and absolutely no hope of finding anything to replace them, he would soon be as naked as the day he was born. He knew he had to get help, but any movement from there would've obliterated the rest of what he had. There was 9-1-1, but was this really an emergency? What operator would believe him if he told them he was turning into a giant?

Body growing bigger and options growing fewer, he did what his instincts screamed for him to do: get it on film. He managed to click the On button on his phone without demolishing it. Unlocking it took no small level of care and precision. Once he was in he opened the phone app, set it to record, and aimed at the mirror.

"Uhh, hey. Umm... Shit." He was no good at selfie videos. "I'm uh... Kinda in trouble right now." The phone screen showed the mirror and his growing image inside of it. His enormous hands were clasped around the phone in front of his chest. Not in the reflection was his face. He leaned to the side so that the camera could see it.

RIIIIIIIIP!

The tank top's shoulder straps popped off like twine and flew off his shoulders. The rest tore asunder like rice paper, falling down his frame in a snow of tatters and loose threads. He looked down. "Oops. Uhh..." He smiled awkwardly into the mirror. "Yeah, as you can see, uh... Kinda in a bit of a situation here! Um... Did some workouts. Lifted some weights, big weights. Didn't think I could. Um..." It was getting harder and harder to keep his face in the reflection. Another terrible ripping sound came when his shorts fell apart and tumbled down his legs, leaving him naked.

"Ah!" He tucked his thighs together and covered his penis. "Ahah! Ahh... Don't know how to stop it! Uhh! I don't know if it's gonna stop! Aw shit." He glanced over at the locker room door. With the escalating severity of his problem, it seemed less pertinent to keep his shame hidden. Of course, 'shame' might've been the wrong word. Clasped behind his palm was a pecker fit to fill out a Pringles can. A curious lift of his hand revealed not only a monstrous organ netted with veins but a pair of testes as heavy as the dumbells he had been curling earlier. "Whoa..." Modesty once again folding, he opened his legs to get a better look. Down his organs came, hanging like overripe coco de mer. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "Huh. Cool."

The first inclination the people on the floor had that anything was wrong came when they realized how long Juniper had been in the locker room. A few dozen people were working out, unbothered by wherever the changeling might have been or what he was doing. A few staff took note of his absence but didn't think much of it. The only person feeling some concern was the bear who had spiked Juniper's water. He was back on the treadmill, walking slowly and eying the locker room door. He expected him to come out with a proud smile and a new body at any moment now, but it had been a few minutes. Maybe he's showering again.

That possibility faded away with each passing second. The bear checked his phone, something he had the entire time. 9:17. He didn't know exactly what time it was when Juniper had gone in there, but long enough ago that he would've been done with any shower. Paranoia crept in. He's hurt. The powder did something to him. He tore a muscle. He's in there freaking out. The urge to go in and check on him was strong, but the envelope had been pushed as it was. Juniper had glimpsed him backing up after putting the powder in his water. He probably suspected him enough as it was. I'm probably overreacting. I'll go in there and he'll be fine. He won't suspect a thing.

He wasn't very good at convincing himself. Another few minutes passed and he had had enough. He killed the treadmill and marched to the locker room with one paw holding the gym bag and the other in his hoodie pocket crinkling the paper he had used to transport the supplement. I bet he's fine. I'm gonna walk in there and he's gonna be fine. He pushed the door open. He's probably-

The bear came to an immediate stop once he saw what was in front of him. Juniper was still bent over to the side. The phone looked like a trading card in his gargantuan hands. He spun on his feet to see the bear gawking at him. "Oh shit!" Juniper stood up. "How-"

BANG!

His right horn stabbed straight into one of the tile lights, shattering the plexiglass and the cylindrical bulbs inside of it. Juniper ducked his head and shielded it with his hand while sparks and pulverized glass rained down and bounced off the floor below. The bear ducked too out of reflex. He wanted to run away screaming but was too transfixed by the colossus in front of him.

Juniper peeked up at the ceiling. "Aw shit! Sorry! Fuck! I-! Oh God." He stood up more slowly, coming to a stop once his horns stabbed into a ceiling tile. His head was listed at an angle to stop from punishing the ceiling. With his visibly growing height it became more and more difficult. "Sorry. Um... I need some help."

He didn't get any from the bear who just continued to stand there and gawk stupidly. Rushing in from behind him were the many staff who had heard the calamity. They came to a screeching halt once they saw what Juniper had become. Some of them straight up ran the other way. A few of them screamed. Juniper cringed. "Sorry! I'm sorry! I just-"

Cutting him off was another collapse of the ceiling above him. He could bend his head no more. His shoulders punched through the tiles like wet cardboard, creating a symphony of violent electrical sparks and a snowstorm of pink insulation. Juniper's head came into the empty space of the ceiling, a world of darkness, ventilation, and wiring. Every movement of his head would create another round of destruction courtesy of his horns. The witnesses saw his shoulders and pecs disappear, leaving nothing left but his Herculean trunk and the nicely sized breeding tool that hung between his legs. While some people stuck around to gawk and admire, the continuous rain of ceiling tiles and cracking facade finally got the message across that they had to get the fuck out of there.

The bear and everyone else went sprinting out of the gym and into the parking lot. Those who had already escaped were on their phones talking to 9-1-1. A few people were texting their friends and loved ones about what had happened. The few who had the mind to film it posted on social media.

CRACK-OW!

Whipping through the chaotic cluster that had become the parking lot was the sound of Juniper's horns breaching the roof. They sprouted like a pair of saplings with the loose material they had torn up dangling off the tips. Out burst Juniper's scalp, then his whole head. He blinked his eyes open to see the city around him and the many onlookers in the parking lot below. People from across the strip were running out to see what was happening. Cars on the street slowed down to rubberneck, eventually coming to a complete stop.

Juniper smiled at them awkwardly. "Hello." His voice boomed like thunder. He wasn't close to being done growing. The roof exploded around his shoulders and continued to gape around his expanding girth. Out came his collar, then his pecs, then his elbows. He looked down at the growing distance between him and the roof. It looked like it would never stop. He would keep on growing until his horns had punctured the stratosphere, killing him and turning him into the world's biggest corpse.

Then, just like that, it halted.

His Gilgameshian body stood out of the roof by at least two dozen feet, bringing his absolute height to at least 50 or 60. Everything around him looked tiny, especially the folk gawking at him from afar. Looking at their shocked features made him feel like they were not only marveling at his height but at his explosive musculature. Looking down at himself he realized that, alongside being a giant, he was absolutely shredded like no other person could even dream of. He gave his pec a bounce, flinging off several pebbles of ruined material. "Heh. Damn."

He pulled his arm out, creating yet another wave of destruction. It was like breaking apart a pillow fort, no resistance whatsoever. He gave his arm a flex and produced a bicep the size of a pick-up truck. "Huh, can't argue with those results!" He looked over at his audience. "What do you guys think?" They didn't have an answer for him beyond silent shock. A dozen or so cameras were pointed at him. They captured him wading through the building like it was a pool of water. The brick facade exploded off of his knee and spilled across the parking lot as a tidal wave of dust and detritus. Several people ran back, cautious of his wake of destruction.

He didn't seem to mind at all. His nudity was out for the world to see, glowing its teal topography in the morning sun. He held his arms akimbo and took a deep breath. The siphoning of wind into his nostrils was like a miniature cyclone. "Ahhh... Beautiful day." His moth wings unfolded out from behind him. They had no hope of making him fly, but they sure felt good when stretched out in the open sun. He smiled down at the crowd watching him and waved goodbye. "Well! I'll see you guys later. I gotta go tell work that I quit."

And with that he strode off down the road, sending traffic screeching away. The people watched his colossal glutes grind as he walked away and whistled a tune to himself. Among them was the bear who hadn't made a peep since talking to Juniper at the weight rack. He slid his paw into his pocket and produced a phone. With his eyes locked on Juniper's rocky backside, he blindly dialed a number and put it to his ear.

He was answered on the third ring. "What's up?"

"Boss?" the bear muttered.

"Yeah! What's up? Did you drop the supplement on somebody?"

The bear nodded even though his boss wasn't there. "Yeah."

"Sweet! Did it work?"

"Yeah," the bear said flatly. "It did."

THE END