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Prologue

I had just shown my ID to the bank teller, a friendly ferret guy with snowy white fur, when the two robbers entered holding guns gangster style. The guard at the door bolted... what good use was he?

There were only six people left in the bank: the ferret bank teller, his supervisor, a lady otter that was behind me in line, the two robbers with their faces badly covered, and myself. The supervisor was nowhere to be seen right after the two robbers showed up, but I suspect it was him who triggered the silent alarm from whatever hole he went to hide.

A few minutes later, we could hear the police cars outside. The two robbers had us, the ferret clerk, the otter lady and myself, lying down on the floor as hostages after figuring out that banks don't have a lot of cash in hand. Who the f... robs a physical bank location these days? The small buildings now look like a McDonald's where you go deposit checks. You are probably better smashing an ATM.

After a couple of hours and several phone calls in a "fun" hostage situation, there had been no resolution, and frankly, I was just shitting my pants... but using humor was my coping mechanism.

The last call from the police sounded ominous. It ended with an ultimatum to the criminals: "If you don't give up in the next ten minutes, we'll be forced to call in the big guns."

Ten minutes later, we felt the ground shake, then again, and one more time, rhythmically. The furniture shook with the sudden quakes... it felt as if I had been transported to the T-Rex offscreen walk scene in Jurassic Park. With a deafening crash, the roof of the bank building suddenly lifted away. We all cried out and darted this and that way to avoid the debris raining down inside the structure from the violently torn roof.

After the dust settled some, we all looked up to the now open sky with mouths agape. Half of our field of view was obstructed by a colossal German shepherd wearing a police uniform, holding the roof of the structure in one hand as if it had ripped the lid off a cardboard box. I estimated close to 100 ft tall beast based on how much I had to crank my neck to be able to see his head above, like a blimp wearing a police hat, looking down back at us with predatory eyes and a hungry snarl. I had seen most macros top around the 50 or 60 ft tall mark, but this behemoth barely fitted in his clothes, and they probably had to custom make them to fit his unusual size and musculature: pecs chunky and powerful, straining the shirt buttons; biceps that stretched the sleeves to the breaking point if he tried to flex them; the pants could barely hide thighs that could crush buildings in between, and calves that bulged out from the pants legs; ending in heavy boots, each as long as the building we were standing in, sealed around the ankles. He looked like a 350lbs body builder in a tight fit police uniform.

I saw the robbers quickly remove their masks and stashed them, revealing a fox and a coyote, both seemingly in their late twenties.

The imposing dog cop crouched over the building. His pants did nothing to hide his enormous bulge. We were almost overwhelmed by the wave of high pressure that formed as the immense bulk descended on top of us. A large badge dangled on one of his mountain pecs reading "Stan Melgar". "WHO DARED BREAK THE LAW UNDER MY WATCH?" His voice boomed so loud that we had to cover our ears as he spoke. I was horrified to see the two robbers pointing at the ferret clerk and myself. We both immediately pointed back at them.

"I HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS SHIT." The large beast grumbled. An enormous hand paw lurched at us. We started scurrying around trying to avoid the massive hand as it felt around for us, like morsels in a candy jar. It was as if this giant hand had a mind of its own and, at points, it felt as if it were enjoying toying with us. Then, it closed around one of the coyote's legs. "THERE YOU ARE." "NOOO, heeeelp m..." The coyote's pained voice faded as he was lifted out of the building by the colossus uncaringly, dangling by one leg bent at a wrong angle. The giant hand paw plunged back into the ruined building, and one by one picked us up, the ferret, the fox, and finally, myself. Strangely, the lady otter was left alone... perhaps intentionally?

I was lifted up and up and up. I felt dizzy as I was hoisted at a nauseating speed. The giant police officer opened the lid of what looked like a lunch box attached to his belt, and dropped me inside, along with the other three. "I'LL FIND OUT WHO THE PERPS ARE LATER." The lid closed ominously above us as we screamed for help.

As the day progressed, no other "criminals" were dropped with us. The heat of the day in an enclosed box without ventilation was accumulating and increasing rapidly. I don't recall when I passed out from heat exhaustion.

...

I woke up when a giant zipper opened above us, letting in light that blinded us after being trapped in the dark confines of a massive canvas bag. We were jostled around by an avalanche of coarse fabrics, larger than tents, carelessly dumped through the large opening. In the chaos, I spotted what looked like a huge tank top, seemingly torn at the seams; an enormous jockstrap, and a humongous pair of yellow-stained, white socks. The massive garments were so soaked in sweat that made the interior of the bag sweltering hot with smelly moisture the instant the opening zipped back closed. The overpowering scent of man musk radiating from the gargantuan jockstrap mixed with the eye-watering smell from the gigantic socks made the inside of the gym bag feel like a musky swamp.

Suddenly, we all got tossed around, like being trapped inside a moving circus tarp, as the bag was lifted off the ground and started moving violently. We ended up tangled with the disgusting, dirty pieces of giant clothes. I ended up tangled and stuck inside one of those massive socks, dripping in foot sweat. My own sweat got lost in the folds of the smelly fabric, like a drop in the ocean.

I noticed that my own clothes were missing and the other three, "arrested" earlier, were also naked. It seemed we were still under the giant German shepherd cop's "custody", and apparently, he had taken us to the gym inside this gym bag, but not before ripping our clothes off our bodies for some reason... maybe, I thought, to avoid us passing out from heat exhaustion again... and it looked like he had just finished working out, and it was judgement time.