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Jason Kanin panted, peering as best as he could from his locker hiding spot. A monster was stalking the halls looking for him, and if it got his hands on him he knew he was a goner. Out-running it was out of the question, so all he could do was hide and hope it missed him as the slender, black furred wolf tried to fight down his fear.

This would have been the perfect setup for a teenage slasher flick, but there were a few key differences in this case. Jason was 24, and this was taking place at MegaMuscle, one of the biggest supplement manufacturers on the planet. After graduating college with a degree in bio-chemistry, he was hired on with the promise that he was going to help revolutionize the world of bodybuilding. Instead, he spent most of his day making flavoring agents to make their products taste like chocolate or peanut butter. It was boring work, but the pay was good and left him a lot of time to work on side projects in secret.

After months of putting it off, he'd finally decided to work on one of those projects tonight, which was why he was alone in the lab. He hadn't worked on it seriously since his muse disappeared, but he'd finally resolved to get back to work on his secret project. It would get him in a world of trouble with his bosses if anyone found out about it, but it was part of a passion, a fantasy he'd had for a long time, and he would not be denied by some corporate bigwigs.

Once he started on a project, Jason's focused on it with laser-like intensity. That's probably why he didn't notice the slight trembling of the ground as the massive beast made its way toward him. It wasn't until he noticed the beakers shaking and clanking together on a nearby lab bench did he realize something was seriously wrong. About two seconds later one section of the lab wall seemed to explode, pieces of it being sent everywhere as it was hit by a massive force.

Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing as the massive rabbit morph stepped through the hole it had just made. Easily seven and a half feet tall, the creature was practically swollen with muscle. Its fur was mostly a steel blue color, though Jason could make out the huge veins feeding the muscles underneath the white fur of its chest and abs. The arms had to be 40 inches around, the biceps peaking in a mountain of power even un-flexed. The barrel-like chest didn't have an ounce of fat on it as the beast panted, and neither did the massive, 8 pack abs that looked like it could crush rocks. His eyes started to travel down to the thighs, pillars of muscle so huge the rabbit couldn't keep its legs straight without them rubbing against each other. It was around that area that Jason noticed something important, or rather a lack of something.

Jason had noticed the long white hair flowing around the boulder-like shoulders of the beast earlier, but it wasn't until he noticed the lack of male genitalia that he realized the beast was actually a she. Before he had any time to process this information, she let out a roar that would put most lions to shame and charged toward him. He dove out of the way of the initial charge, dodging debris and bits of flying glass as she charged through the equipment like it wasn't even there. Jason scrambled backwards on the floor as it adjusted its course to pursue him. His attempts to ask who she was or why she was doing this went unanswered as he backed underneath another workbench. She bought one massive paw, bigger that his head down in a fist toward him. Luckily for Jason, her aim was off and ended up smashing the bench above him. The metal buckled under her might, and Jason silently thanked the heavens it held just enough to keep her from pulverizing him as well. He scrambled away as the beast roared, Jason making good use of the precious few seconds she needed to wrench her hand free to escape the lab.

He could run fast, but Jason knew he couldn't outrun the beast. The security office was on the other side of the building, and he had severe doubts they could stop this woman even if he made it there in time. Seeing one of the fully equipped gyms his company used to test the effectiveness of its products, he ran through there and into the attached locker room before shutting himself inside one of them.

Jason's heart and mind were racing as he tried to figure out how something like this could have happened. This seemed like the product of science fiction, and he couldn't imagine where she could have come from. Was she exposed to some toxic chemicals that made her this way? A government bio-weapon that got loose? Were aliens involved? Each theory seemed more unlikely than the next.

Her massive footfalls made Jason draw his breath and hold it as she stormed into the locker room. Her head looked almost comically small on such a huge body as she scanned the room for her prey. As she turned away toward his hiding spot, Jason saw the rippling, V-shape of her back. Between her huge lateral muscles and her bulging arms, she probably couldn't put her arms straight down even if she tried.

The rabbit slowly stalked out of view after another minute of looking around. Jason let out a sigh of relief, and barely had time to take another breath before the door in front of him crumpled like paper. He yelped as a massive paw grabbed his lab coat and yanked him out. Both of her paws wrapped around his mid section, the massive hands able to touch each other even as they squeezed him tight between them. Jason tried to kick his way free, and yelped in pain as it felt like he was kicking a brick wall. Well, he would've if he could breathe properly.

"Is this what you wanted?!"

Jason was too busy trying to keep the beast from crushing him to realize that her angry voice was directed at him at first. She shook him furiously to get his attention back on her words.

"This is it, isn't it?! You wanted this, didn't you?!" Jason shook his head furiously, unable to find the words to deny her. "Lies! I read your stories!"

My stories? Jason tried to figure out what he was being accused of as he grip tightened even more. He did a lot of reading, sure, but what kind of stories would she... wait, did she mean THOSE stories?! It's the only thing that made sense, but he kept those stories a secret for a reason. It was embarrassing, and Jason could count on one paw how many people knew about his secret passion. But... wait, no, it couldn't be... Her fur and hair colors are all wrong, and she sure as hell wasn't this big. But she knew about his stories, and her eyes, one green and one brown...

"S-Sandi?..."

The large lapin loosened her grip as she heard her name, giving Jason a chance to draw in a huge breath. That clinched it; this was Sandi Lane, his muse he'd met a little over six months ago.

"Sandi, is that you? My God; where have you been?" Jason's voice was touched with concerned as he temporarily forgot about his own peril. "What happened to you?! You've bee-grk!"

"YOU!" Jason's question were cut off with his air supply as Sandi started to squeeze him again. "You happened to me, you little freak!"

"M-Me?!" Jason shook his head furiously. "N-No!"

"Yes, you! I heard your men! They said they used, 'the wolf's' formula to do this to me!" Her face was a mask of rage and anger, his denials doing nothing to help calm her down. "You're the only wolf I know!"

"M-My men? What men?! I don't have m-men!" Jason tried to peel her hands off him, barely able to even move a single finger.

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not! Sandi, p-please!..." He felt her grip slacken just a bit as he continued to plead. Realizing he may not get another chance, he quickly began to explain what had happened since the last time he'd seen Sandi over 6 months ago.

Jason was just as guilty as his co-workers of committing a deadly sin with all the buff, muscular guys that would come through the building. While most of them lusted and drooled over the users of their products, Jason was more envious than anything else. He wanted those big muscles for himself, sure, but his true desires were for strong, powerful women. It started with superhero comics as a teenager, and quickly snowballed from there to online stories and pictures. Something about thick, strong muscles mixed with feminine softness drove his desires in a way nothing else did. Such women are hard to find, though, and the few he did wouldn't even give a scrawny wolf like him the time of day. Jason tried to bulk up a little while, but he simply didn't have the drive to seriously pursue real bodybuilding. By the time college had rolled around, he had pretty much decided that his fantasy woman would only be that, a fantasy.

MegaMuscle catered to an exclusively male market, so any hope that he'd meet his dream girl there were quickly dashed. When he discussed where he worked in a chat room of guys with a similar fetish, one of them joked that he could maybe make his fantasy woman if he couldn't meet her. At first he laughed it off, but over time he thought on it more and more. He had access to the company's formulas and the knowledge to modify them. It was against policy to do that, but it wasn't like he was planning to sell it. So he began to work on his own secret formula, a project he'd called Ambrosia.

He tinkered and toyed with his formula for the better part of a year, often staying late to work on it. Someone caught on, though, as Jason soon found out when someone attempted to hack his work computer. The standard security on the company computers had more holes than Swiss cheese, and someone had slipped through the flimsy firewall software. They hadn't anticipated that Jason had installed extra protection, and while some data had been compromised, the software had booted the hacker out before he(or she) could get to Ambrosia. The hacker was good at covering their trail, despite his best attempts to hunt them down. It was while he was trying to track the hacker one night that he had a visitor in the lab, a visitor he wouldn't soon forget.

While she wasn't as huge as the girls he'd dreamed about, Jason wasn't going to complain about the gym bunny that strode into his lab late one night. Even under her beautiful chocolate brown fur, Jason could make out the gentle curves of sleek, feminine muscle as she made her way over to him. The tight hugging jean shorts she wore along with the dark red tank top accented her slim but solid curves, and Jason almost had to pick his jaw up off the floor as she gently tossed her golden blond hair back casually as she made her way over to him.

He couldn't clearly remember the beginning of the conversation as he tried not to drool on himself, but when she introduced herself as a reprehensive for a rival company he quickly came back to his senses. A little bird had told her that he was working on something her company would be very intrigued in, and wanted to buy it off him. She produced a small stack of money as she gently batted her eyes, one green and one brown, with the promise of more to come if his formula worked like his research promised it did.

The money was almost as tempting as the woman offering it, but something about all of this smelled wrong to Jason. He'd had to work hard to get what he had for most of his life, and suddenly having the kind of woman he always wanted just walk into his life offering him money made him suspicious. When she couldn't even give him the name of the formula she wanted to buy, he claimed he had no idea what she was talking about.

Jason expected her to get angry, maybe even attack him when he denied everything. He didn't expect her to sigh and shake her head, muttering, "I told that idiot this wouldn't work."

"What idiot?" With her bluff called, Sandi confessed how she had been pulled into this. She worked as a personal trainer at a gym a few miles from the lab. After finishing up with a client, a man had approached her. She'd noticed the older lion around the gym a few times before, and despite being in his late 50's she could tell he used to be a pro bodybuilder at one point. Sandi was prepared to rebuff him when like all the other guys who tried to hit on her in the gym; she wasn't prepared for the manila envelope he held up to her.

He never gave his name, but when Sandi described him Jason recognized it as his boss, Alan Thorne. He told Sandi that someone had some research that he wanted, and that he was willing to pay Sandi to get it for him. He hired a hacker to try and get it, but the hacker only got bits and pieces of some of his stories. Seeing Jason had a fetish for strong women, he wanted Sandi to seduce the research out of him.

"The script he wanted me to follow read like a bad porno." Sandi shuddered and shook her head as she recalled what she was hired to do. "I was kinda pissed that he basically wanted me to whore myself out to you, but he was offering a lot of money, and I have to admit I was kinda curious myself. Do you really have some sort of special formula to help girls grow muscles?"

"No!... At least, not yet..." She was laying all her cards on the table, so it only seemed fair he do the same. He admitted to his passion for muscular women and that he was working on something to help that process, but that it was incomplete. Sandi seemed surprised but interested, even asking to see some of the stories he had saved. Jason was kind of embarrassed to be sharing them with a woman, but her interest seemed genuine.

"So..." Jason looked back to Sandi after cherry-picking some of the less-weird stories in his collection to print, "What are you gonna do now if I'm not gonna give you my research?"

"Simple; I'll just tell your boss you're a perv." Jason quirked an eyebrow in surprise as Sandi explained her plan. "I'll tell him you caved as soon as I walked in, and that you just had a bunch of weird porn that you've been hiding. He won't be able to prove otherwise or retaliate against you, not without admitting he hired me to blackmail you."

"I guess..." Jason went to the printer and retrieved the stories he'd printed. Sandi scanned them over, giving a little chuckle as she read them.

"These are... interesting." Sandi smiled as Jason blushed under his fur. "I should probably get going. Your boss gave me the codes to get through the doors, but I don't want anyone from security to catch me here on their rounds."

"O.K..." Jason watched as Sandi turned to leave, before realizing that the money she'd offered was still on the table. "What about that?"

"Keep it. It's half of what your boss gave me, and I figure I owe you something for your time. Actually..." Sandi grabbed a nearby pen and tore off a piece of paper from the stack of stories Jason gave her before scribbling something on it. She smiled back at him as she placed it on the stack of money. "Let me know if you ever need a personal trainer."

"Um, s-sure..." Sandi smiled and gave a slight wave as she made her way out of the lab. He noticed the piece of paper had a phone number on it, and made sure to carefully secure it in his wallet along with the money.

He hadn't seen Sandi since then, but over the next few days he threw himself into Ambrosia. While still not complete, Jason was inspired to make serious progress, and was seriously considering taking Sandi up on her offer. He also made sure that any further research he did was recorded on his own personal laptop in case anyone else decided to poke their nose into his work. He never got around to deleting the old research on his work computer, though, a decision he regretted when a week later he was hacked again.

This time the damage was a lot worse. His whole system was compromised, and he was locked out of his own work terminal. By the time the IT department helped him get back into his own computer, everything was gone. His stories, his research prior to Sandi's visit; everything. Jason quickly called Sandi thereafter and asked her if she knew about this latest attempt on his research.

"You said you didn't want to believe it, but you thought maybe you knew who'd broke in the second time. You said you'd call me back once you confirmed something; that was the last time I spoke to you!" Jason finished reviewing how he'd met Sandi, bringing her up to speed on what happened in between. "I tried you again a few days later, but you didn't answer. I went to the gym, but they said you stopped showing up. I even tried the police, but they treated me like some kind of crazy stalker!"

In the end, Jason had resigned himself to the idea that maybe Sandi had just moved away and didn't want to deal with some weirdo like him. He'd still worked a little on his formula, but with Sandi gone he suddenly lost a lot of interest. He never imagined he would see her again, much less looking like a walking mountain of muscle.

"I haven't seen you in months, and I didn't do this to you. I don't have the money to hire men, and Ambrosia's supposed to help females grow muscles rapidly, but not like this. It's supposed to help do in one year what would normally take 5 or 6." Jason tried to keep his voice calm as he tried to reason with Sandi, still held tight in her paws. "If you read those stories I gave you, you know that girls got big and strong, but were still very feminine and gentle unless they were threatened. Ambrosia wouldn't do this to you! You're mon...er, much bigger than I wanted!"

Jason had to bite his tongue from calling Sandi monstrous. It seemed accurate, but the last thing he wanted to do was drive her over the edge.

"H-Help me..."

"What?" The last thing he was expected was that the massive woman would ask him for help.

"If you didn't do this... then help me; please..." Jason hadn't noticed at first, but Sandi had been panting the entire time he was telling his story. Her eyes had the look of someone fighting back pain as she continued. "Chest feels heavy; hard to breathe... everything hurts..."

"Of course..." His desire to help her was sincere, though at the moment he was clueless as to how to go about it. The body is supposed to be able to grow and change, but such rapid changes over a short period of time should be impossible. No wonder Sandi must've been hurting. "First, though, we gotta get you out of here."

Sandi nodded as she started to set Jason down. She was way too big for his little car, so he needed another form of transportation. There was a loading bay nearby where they shipped out the finalized products, including large shipping vans. Sandi could probably fit in the back of one of them. After that, he could-

POP! POP!

Jason wondered who the hell was playing with firecrackers when he first heard the sound. It wasn't until Sandi roared in pain and turned did he see her fur was now spotted with red and he realized that she'd be shot.

"Die, you freak!" The raccoon security guard fired again and again at Sandi. His shots hit home, but the pain only made Sandi angrier. She grabbed the locker door she ripped off its hinges before and swung it into her attacker. The blow sent the raccoon crashing into the locker, leaving a dent in the metal before slowly sliding to the floor.

"Sandi, no!" Jason scrambled to put himself between the fallen guard and her as she stalked toward him with the smashed door. The 'coon was out cold, but still alive. "Don't hurt him!"

"He shot me!" She growled, pushing Jason aside with ease. When she bought the door back to crush him, Jason dove over the fallen guard. "MOVE!"

"NO!" Jason braced himself for the impact even as he tried to plead with Sandi. "Sandi, he shot you because he thought you were a monster! I know you're not, but you will be if you kill him, and I won't help you if you do!"

He could hear the metal door twisting in her paws, and thought for sure his words hadn't gotten through to her. He closed his eyes when he felt her paw pull him off, expecting to hear the sound of metal crashing against flesh soon after.

"Let's go."

Jason chanced opening an eye, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the guard was still alive. Sandi had wrapped the metal door around the raccoon, leaving him in an improvised straitjacket.

Great, Jason thought to himself as he led Sandi toward the loading bay. I've finally got a woman with me, and she's like my fantasy on steroids. Now I just gotta keep her alive.