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Genetics. Genetics are an interesting topic. They determine so much about us as people. Your personality, your favourite food, your weight, all of that and more can likely be explained by your genetics on some level. However, there is only so far genetics can carry you before the limitations of your species are reached. A fennec fox may be tall for a fennec, but in reality that simply means they might grow to 5' tall. This was the unfortunate reality for Finn, a tiny fennec fox who wanted to lash out at the world.

Finn had always been the runt of almost every group. He wasn't very tall as a kid, as a teenager, and even as an adult. Naturally, with how society is, Finn got relentlessly bullied for it. He always had to be proving himself to others, who would make fun of him for being short or place no confidence whatsoever in the fox. His teenage years were full of insecurity and self doubt, and his university years fared him no better, but now with the stress of student loans. Still, driven by a desperate need to prove himself, and validate himself, Finn placed top in his class for his major, which landed him an amazing job as some office drone for a big corporation. Truly, this was the fulfilling life that Finn yearned for as a child. But even that got boring after the honeymoon phase was over. Once he stopped convincing himself he was living a great life, Finn's life irreversibly changed for the better.

It all started one Monday morning. It was June, and it had been incredibly hot out. Normally, Finn had Mondays off. That was one of the perks which he used to convince himself that his life wasn't that bad. But his boss had called the night before, begging him to come in Monday. Finn could have always said no, in face, he was legally protected if he said no, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, and he found himself agreeing to come in despite his plans for the beach. That morning, when his alarm rang, something snapped inside Finn. As the fennec rolled out of his twin bed, he looked around his small, cramped apartment, and sighed. Though the place was big enough for him, he still held a lot of resentment over the fact that this seemed to be as far as he was going to get. His job didn't pay him what he was worth, and it seemed like he was doing twice as much to get the same recognition his coworkers were getting. The thought of a promotion sounded outlandish to the fox, and that's what bothered him the most.

As he went about his morning routine, his resentment over his current living situation only grew. Finn had begun to get increasingly unhappy in life. He started to reflect on his past, which only made his mood worse. Finn had come to realize that his whole life he'd been singled out because of his size. Like the times in second grade when the kids were twice his height. Or in fifth grade when the bullies used to take his stuff and hold it out of reach. Once he got to high school, the bullying only got worse. Once, Finn had believed kids getting shoved into lockers was a thing that only happened in movies. But for him, it happened at least once a week.

The memories from his past made the fox increasingly angry. His grip on the toothbrush got stronger and stronger, the plastic beginning to warp and bend. A sharp 'Crack!' broke his train of thought. His toothbrush had broken in his grip. Scowling, Finn threw the toothbrush down and spat out the toothpaste, stopping to look at himself in the mirror. He'd put on some weight, and didn't even have the beach body he wished he'd have for his day at the beach. The fox stood there, pinching his belly fat and looking at himself in the mirror. A shiver ran up his spine when began paying attention to his reflection. He really looked unhappy. If he was anyone else, he would have thought they were depressed. It was then that something internally clicked, and Finn made up his mind. The fox finished his morning routine, got dressed in some shorts and a tank, and grabbed his keys. When he got into the car, he set his GPS for the nearest gym. Today, he was going to stop answering to others, and become his own man.

It didn't take long to get signed up at the gym. From the moment he walked through the doors Finn had been hit by a constant stream of customer service from one of the personal trainers. 'Holy shit. Will he stop talking long enough for me to sign up?' Finn had to put on a fake smile and nod every now and them pretending to be listening to the overenthusiastic wolf's weightlifting spiel. His eye twitched every time the trainer hinted at starting him out with the teens weights, or tried to not-so-subtly guide him over to the beginner area. The fennec was a ticking time bomb, and the fuse was running short. Finally, Finn had enough, interrupting the wolf's latest spiel about programs and demanding to get on with the sign up. One shaken up employee and twenty minutes later and Finn found himself a brand new member of the gym.

Finn went into the locker room and changed without any incident, shoving his bag into a locker and pulling out the provided key. Fastening it around his wrist, the fox headed back out to the gym, surveying the wide range of machines before deciding on the bench press. The classic choice. Finn had a rough idea of where to start, but he didn't have any solid idea of where he was at strength wise. Thankfully, today was the time to figure out his weights if anything, so he began by grabbing two ten pound plates, loading them onto the bar and securing them with a clip. Suddenly, his ears twitched. There was somebody laughing behind him. Without trying to be obvious, Finn turned his head, catching sight of three hyenas who were snickering and motioning in his direction. Finn's rage bubbled up, but he quickly calmed himself, telling himself that dealing with them just wasn't worth it. Doing a few quick stretches, the fennec laid down on the bench, spacing his hands out according to the guide, and pushing.

The bar lifted a lot easier than Finn expected. Sure, sixty five pounds used to be his normal warm-up weight, but he couldn't remember it being this easy. Finn pumped out an easy ten reps without so much as breaking a sweat. "Jeez. I guess I really have gotten a little stronger since my teenage years..." As he finished making the comment to himself, he could hear another fit of laughter. He noticed the hyenas were even closer, the group of three had stopped to refill their water, and the loudest of the trio couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter at Finn's remark. The fennec picked up a very hushed "pathetic" from the group as they walked away to another section of the gym. Finn huffed, returning to the rack to grab another set of tens, loading them onto the bar, and pumping out ten reps again. This time, when Finn set the bar down, it felt like his chest was bigger. Finn stretched his arms back, finding that there was a new stiffness in his chest, which he chalked up to being warmed up.

The fox went back to the weight rack, this time opting for two twenty five pound plates. When Finn grabbed them, he lifted them with ease, not even so much as faltering as he easily hefted up fifty pounds, half his body weight. He strode over to the bench, and loaded up the weight. Meanwhile, his eyes scanned the gym, looking for the group of hyenas that had been mocking him. He spotted the across the gym, in the free weight area. Two were glancing in his direction and whispering, while the third seemed to be struggling with shoulder presses. The irony was not lost on Finn, who chuckled to himself before getting ready for another set. While he was loading up the bar Finn couldn't help but think to himself. 'When did I get so strong? I don't remember being able to lift this much last time... And it's embarrassing to keep loading up the bar over and over.' A pang of self consciousness hit the fennec, as he realized he was starting to turn heads.

What Finn failed to notice was that he was actively getting larger. It was gradual, but obvious once you noticed the changes. With every rep his chest seemed to expand out further and further. Muscle mass appeared out of thin air, his pecs increasing by a fraction of an inch with each complete rep. As if that wasn't odd enough, the bulking wasn't limited to just his chest. His biceps, triceps, quads, calves, abs, everywhere on his body simply began to gain mass seemingly from thin air. This didn't go unnoticed for long by other gym-goers, who began wondering if they'd somehow misjudged Finn's stature upon their first glance. Word spread relatively fast through the quiet gym, and now some people were wondering if this was some sort of prank.

A small crowd started to form, people drifting closer and closer, finding excuses to use several nearby machines and observe the fennec fox. Unbeknownst to Finn, the Fox was growing. Muscle seemed to materialize on the fennec out of thin air as he worked his chest. Several people outright stared with morbid curiosity as Finn's muscles seemed to define themselves. After finishing his seventh set, Finn finally noticed all the attention he had drawn. His heart began to race. Was he working out wrong? Was everyone going to laugh at him? Was someone recording? His anxiety immediately spiked, and the Fox quickly looked around him to judge the size of the crowd. Many eyes quickly diverted themselves as people realized he was looking at them. Finn tried to play it off. Maybe it was cause he was hogging the bench. But even then, there were at least four more benches not in use!

It was then that Finn spotted the trio of hyenas from earlier, each standing out like sore thumbs with their obnoxiously coloured, neon tank tops from whatever douchey gym brand they bought into. The moment Finn made eye contact with one of the hyenas, they took it as a challenge. Apparently he threatened their egos too much for their comfort. The tallest of the three, wearing the lime green tank top, immediately began shoving through the crowd, making a beeline for Finn. Despite his size, the hyena struggled with forcing his way through, and there was an awkward emptiness between the initial eye contact and the Hyena making it to Finn. The two hyenas followed close behind, emerging from the crowd just in time to see the leader stomp over to the bench press and started mocking Finn.

"Hah! You're pathetic. You think this is impressive?"

"Well, no..-" Began Finn, but he was cut off by the hyena who needed to prove himself to the world, apparently.

"Yeah yeah! Whatever! Throw another twenty pounds on there. I'll show your roided ass what a real max rep is!" The hyena shooed Finn off the bench, before making a show of flexing his muscles for the crowd. Meanwhile, in the crowd, onlookers were beginning to talk about the hyena.

"Max rep? That guy did like, twelve reps!"

"This guy's crazy. Three hundred and twenty pounds? No way."

"Who the hell is this dude anyway?"

"I have no idea. I think all three of those hyenas are named 'Bro'"

Finn brought over two ten pound plates easily, sliding them onto the bar, which began to sag from the weight. The hyena finally got into position, laying back on the bench and taking time to space out his arms. Finn figured he was the only one strong enough to spot, and so, he assumed the spotting position. With both feet on either side of the bench, standing over the hyena's face.

The hyena grimaced when Finn stepped over him. The fox's crotch was taking up the upper half of his vision, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that the fox's muscles weren't the only thing that seemingly quadrupled in size. Even worse, Finn had finally broken a sweat sometime during his set, and now, with the fox's thighs on either side of his head and his crotch just inches away from his face, the fennec's musk began to permeate the air. The scent entered his nose, sending shivers down his spine while the sheer intensity of it made his nose burn. The hyena inexplicably found his eyes drawn to Finn's crotch, hungrily gazing at the bulge that was barely contained within the stretched gym shorts the fox wore.

"Ready when you are." Finn called out, unsure if the hyena noticed he hadn't done anything for awhile.

Finn's voice was all the hyena needed to finally snap him back to reality. The sheer anger at being called out by the fox motivated the hyena to push, chest flexing with effort as the bar was slowly lifted out of the safety. Everyone watched with baited breath as the hyena lowered the bar, arms trembling with the effort. The sagging weights came close to touching the ground, hovering just inches off the padded gym floor, and they stayed there. Everyone watched as the hyena struggled to complete his rep, fighting with gravity to keep the bar from crushing his chest.

Sensing danger, Finn grabbed the bar, lifting it right out of the hyena's hands. He flexed his biceps, grunting and putting on a show while curling the three hundred pounds like they were nothing. Meanwhile, on the bench, the hyena could only stare, in awe at Finn's immense strength. He felt like nothing in comparison to him! Like he was just a sheet of paper when put next to the fox. Even now, as he continued curling the bar, the fox's muscles seemed to be growing! The hyena was filled with rage. He could feel his blood pumping, adrenaline in his veins. How dare the fox show him up like that! He was furious! Just as he was about to lash out at the fox, he took another breath in, getting a deep breath of Finn's scent. Immediately all ill will towards the fox dissipated, and his anger fizzled out like a dying candle. Something about Finn... the way he smelled was just, pacifying. He felt relaxed when he huffed the fox's musk.

Finn's musk only got more intense as he worked out, filling the surrounding area with his scent. The more the hyenas breathed it in, the weaker they felt. Both mentally and physically. In mere minutes they had joined the crowd, staring and cheering on Finn as he destroyed several gym records on and off the machines. Their once tight tank tops now hung loosely off their petite, slim frames. All the muscle they had worked so hard for was gone, sapped away unknowingly by the very fox that was the target of their rude jokes.

Soon after his show, Finn retired to the locker rooms. The other patrons were too intimidated by his size to follow, and the few gym members in the locker rooms soon found excuses to leave when Finn walked in. The fennec walked up to his locker, twisting the key in the lock to unlock it. With a metallic note, the key snapped off in the lock, shocking Finn, who stared dumbfounded at the two halves of his key. "Shit... well, at least it's unlocked." Finn opened the door with a lot more ease than he thought. He grabbed his bag, and went to close the locker, and that was only when he realized that he'd torn the door free from the hinges. The fennec stared with a blank expression, dumbfounded by his own strength. "Whoops..." Finn decided he needed a shower. He needed time alone to reflect on the events that just occurred. He stripped down to his underwear to admire the size of his bulge. His sheath filled out the front of pouch of his boxers, the outline incredibly prominent against the fabric. His nuts were pressed uncomfortably close together. They had grown to the size of melons, and were barely contained by his underwear. The fabric gave up on covering them about halfway, leaving a testicle on each side partially hanging out of his underwear. Finn had to tear the fabric to get his boxers off, as there was no way they were budging.

He chucked the fabric into the trash can and grabbed a towel from the pile. But he soon realized that at his size, the towel definitely wasn't going to fit. Being big brought on more issues than Finn thought it would. "Whatever. I'll just use it to dry off." He tossed the towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers, which were a bunch of stalls with curtains instead of doors. Just like the locker room, the showers appeared empty. Finn hung his towel on the metal rack and stepped through the closed curtain. The fennec was so tall he never noticed the other occupant in the stall.

'These damn stalls are too small. I knew I should've picked the wheelchair stall. They're way bigger.'

Finn turned on the water, having to focus on not breaking the valves all together. A cold cascade of water came pouring down, which quickly turned hot, and then began to make the stall steamy. Finn let his head hang so he could wash out his hair, gasping as he finally became aware of the other occupant in the shower. Finn initially thought the cold sensation on his sheath was him pressing up against the time, but he was now aware that it was the cold nose of a hyena mashed up against his sheath.

Finn stared quizzically at the hyena, noticing that the smaller male was blushing. He was curious about this, a question about to leave his mouth, until he noticed something else; the hyena was aroused. This revelation made Finn's own crotch start to stir, blood rushing to fill out his cock. Perverse thoughts began to run through Finn's mind, his sheath getting plumper by the second. The red tip of his cock began to slide out of his sheath. Inch after inch of fox cock slowly spilling out of his sheath. Finn, however, seemed unfocused. Staring at the wall with an empty look, as if lost in thought. The hyena noticed this and tried to look for an escape, but Finn barely fit inside the stall on his own. There was hardly any wiggle room, let alone a space big enough for him to escape through. Then, suddenly, Finn spoke.

"You know, you've caused me a lot of trouble today" There was something ominous about the way Finn spoke, and the hyena wasn't eager to continue listening. "the least you could do is take care of this for me." The hyena looked back to fFinn, his stomach dropping as he took in the sight before him.

Finn was fully erect, sixteen inches of throbbing, red fox meat followed up by a thick, bulbous knot. It looked thicker around than his arms, and was so large it couldn't hold itself up under its own weight, drooping so that the head hung above the hyena's head, drooling cum into his hair.

"H-hey wait! I'm not gay!"

"Yeah... You also said you could bench more than me. And we both know how that turned out."

The hyena's protests were cut short by Finn shoving a thumb into his maw, wrenching it open despite his best efforts to resist. Finn grabbed his shaft at the base, angling it towards the hyena's open mouth. The sheer size of it was terrifying, and the hyena was convinced Finn would break his jaw.

Finn either was unaware of the hyena's size concerns, or he didn't care. After all, why should he? No one in his life seemed to care when they fucked him over, so why should he care now? The fox guided himself to the hyena's maw, pulling harder on the hyena's lower jaw as he struggled to fit inside. After a few minutes of struggling, Finn had finally jammed his head into hyena's mouth, groaning at the warm sensation on his dick.

His jaw ached, and that was putting it lightly. The hyena's whole face seemed to throb with waves of pain emanating from his jaw, caused by the way Finn was manhandling him. The only thing he could smell was the sharp tang of body sweat, coming from Finn's crotch after such an intense workout. He couldn't hear the fox's words anymore, neither could he hear the running shower. All that he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his chest drowning out all outside noise. The hyena winced when his jaw popped painfully, Finn only then managing to force his dick into the hyena's maw. All he could taste was the sharp, salty tang of sweat, mixed in with the creamy, less intense tasting pre-cum Finn was leaking.

A large hand roughly grabbed his hair, and began roughly forcing his head down. The hyena protested, muffled yells and the sounds of struggle echoing through the showers. The only response he got from Finn was the fox being rougher with him, forcing the hyena down on him with even more strength. The hyena's cheeks puffed out, fox cock taking up every last bit of space in his mouth. He drooled copiously over Finn's dick, strands of saliva hanging from his lower jaw and dropping into the tile below.

Finn's assault on his throat didn't let up one bit, the fox only stopping once he'd reached the back of the hyena's throat, poking at his throat and making the hyena gag. He felt a second hand on the back of his head, then Finn started thrusting forward. The hyena stiffened, shivering as his gag reflex triggered again and again, his throat getting sore from how much it was being battered. Just when it seemed futile, Finn broke through the one barrier stopping him.

"Hgrlllk!" The hyena shook as his gag reflex was overpowered by sheer force, Finn's member forcing through his throat and battering his muscles to the side. His throat began to bulge obscenely. The silhouette quickly extended from just his throat to all the way down past his collarbone, Finn wasting no time in burying himself knot-deep in the hyena's throat. The fox wasted no time in letting the hyena adjust, instead beginning to face fuck him immediately. Finn pulled his hips back, immediately ramming them forwards again, earning another muffled dry heave from the hyena. The fox's massive nuts swung forward to slap against the hyena's chin with a wet 'PLAP!'

Finn was loving every minute of this. The way the hyena's throat hugged his dick, as if it was made for this purpose. 'Oh fuck! This is way better than those shitty fleshlights!' Was all that ran through the fox's head. He took delight in how the hyena's throat and stomach all bulged out, angling his dick just to see how big he could make the bulge.

For a little while, all that could be heard through the showers was a wet 'Plap, plap, plap!' while Finn ravaged his victim's throat. The wet noises being accompanied by the occasional gag, or choking from the hyena. Eventually, Finn's grunts joined the mix, his orgasm fast approaching. His thrusts sped up, knot ramming fiercely against the hyena's lips, the fox fully intent on cramming it into the poor fur's maw.

"OOOH Fuck yeah! Swallow it all bitch!" Was the only warning the hyena got, Finn burying himself knot deep and holding the hyena there. The torrent of cum that came from Finn was so strong the initial few squirts visibly made the hyena's stomach bulge, hitting with the force of punch from the inside. The hyena's stomach started swelling out immediately, rounding out and beginning to sag on his scrawny frame. Finn began pulling back, the hyena thinking the fox was done. But just as the tip threatened to exit his throat, the fox slammed forward again. Making the hyena's stomach slosh uncomfortably loud, and even forcing jizz out of his mouth. Finn repeated this a few times before finally pulling out, still cumming.

The moment Finn pulled out, the hyena collapsed, grabbing at his now incredibly sore throat. He tried to look up at the fox, only to catch a face full of thick cum. The fox's jizz had an incredibly strong scent, and felt as thick as tar. The hyena could do nothing but sit pathetically while Finn hosed him down with jizz. He could hear the fox laughing, even as the cum stopped raining down on him. The hyena managed to clear his eyes just in time to catch the retreating figure of the fox as he headed back to the locker rooms. Finn leaving the hyena in the shower, dumbfounded and dazed.

***

Day gave way to night and eventually Finn found himself at the local gay club, surrounded by a bunch of scantily clad men and the booming beat of techno music. 'Why techno? Don't gay clubbers listen to anything else? Seriously!' He wasn't a big fan of the place, but it was tolerable. Especially since it was a ten minute walk from home. He must've saved thousands on cabs over the years.

The hulking fennec had no trouble getting into the club. The bouncer genuinely seemed afraid of him, and had quickly ushered him in. He just wished he had the same impression on the guys in the club. He practically had to wade through a sea of twinks to get across the dance floor, and he could feel their gaze on him as he made his way through the dance floor. Finn located the bar at last, taking note of the fact there was only one bar stool left. He made a beeline for the stool, snagging the seat before anyone else could. Failing to notice that the metal legs creaked and bent in protest. While he waited for the bartender, he noticed that everyone else sitting at the bar seemed to be wearing denim vests, all with the same symbol on them backs Before he could analyze the patches further, he heard a gruff voice to his right.

'Just what the hell do you think you're doin in my seat?'

Finn turned his head, finding himself staring at a kangaroo, who, by the looks of it, was the fifth member of the biker gang. He was tall and bulky sure, but nowhere near Finn's level of mass. Whereas the Roo was maybe six and a half feet tall, Finn had grown to well over seven feet.

'Your seat? That's funny. Last I checked I was the one sitting on it.' Finn chuckled and turned back to the bartender, ready to order his drink now. But he could feel five sets of eyes on him, and as much as he wanted to ignore it, he couldn't. Exasperated, the fennec turned to the bikers, who all were glaring at him. Finn sized each of them up. The Roo seemed to be the biggest of the bunch, with a burly pit bull coming in just inches shorter than the roo, but what he lacked in height, he made up in bulk. Those muscles looked like they threatened to tear his denim vest to shreds, and his shoulders looked too broad to fit through a standard doorway. After the pit bull, there was a red panda, who looked absurdly small in comparison to the rest of the group. A lion, and some sort of reptilian made up the last two members of the biker club, all of which seemed to be focused on Finn.

'Listen buddy. We don't want any trouble. Just move along like a good guy, and nothing has to happen' The roo's voice had a threatening undertone to it. Finn scoffed at that, as if the kangaroo was really a threat to him, or any of the other members, for that matter.

'I don't think so... But I'll make you a deal. If all of you can out-drink me, then you can have this seat...' The bikers looked at Finn, wondering if the fox was for real. Sure, he was big, but at the end of the day, he was just one man to their five. '... And, if I out drink all of you, then you guys have to meet me in the wet room. I'll even give myself a handicap. All you gotta do is last longer than me, and I'll drink five beers per round. One for each one of you guys.' All five bikers looked in the direction of the wet room. Located next to the bathroom, the door was solid black, with gold splatters of paint. Not only was this a gay club, but it was built to be fetish friendly, and the wet room was just one of many examples of such inside the club.

The bikers looked back to see Finn grinning smugly. His attitude struck a nerve, and all five of them looked agitated. It was the Roo who spoke up when they agreed to the bet, calling out to the bartender and laying out the rules. They had to wait a bit while the bartender cleared out the other patrons, which gave Finn some time to think about what was bound to occur as soon as he won this drinking contest, idly groping at his hardening bulge in the meantime.

The clinking of glasses on wood interrupted his daydreaming, snapping his attention to the five pint glasses laid out on the bar for him. He could feel the gang's eyes on him, and his large ears definitely did not miss the lion snickering under his breath on the other end of the bar. The wolf behind the bar gave a short countdown, then yelled 'Go!' and he went back to filling up more glasses, knowing the competition was likely far from over.

At once Finn saw all the bikers start chugging their beers. He looked at their progress, and couldn't help but laugh at how slow they were. The bartender gave him a questioning look, seeing as Finn hadn't touched any of his five glasses, but the fennec paid him no mind. Flexing his hands a few times, Finn scooped up all five glasses at once. Two in one hand, and three in the other. He threw his head back, and dumped two of the beers into his waiting maw, swallowing once, before he promptly inhaled the last three beers. He slammed the glasses on the table defiantly, drawing the attention of both the bartender and his competitors.

Somewhere to his right, there was the sound of one of the bikers choking in surprise. Behind the bar, a glass shattered, as the shocked bartender stared in disbelief. Finn just grinned back at him knowingly, leaning forward on the bar as he called out 'Hey bartender! Another round! It's not nearly over yet!' The bartender nodded, sweeping the glass into a corner to be dealt with later, and then pouring another round of beers as fast as he could. The bartender soon got the next round ready, watching in awe while Finn gulped down the beer like it was water. A few rounds later, and the bikers were thoroughly beat. 'Looks like these guys are all bark and no bite' Finn mused, an amused smile on his face as he looked down the bar. Most of the bikers had given up after the fourth pint. Surprisingly, it was the red panda that went the furthest, matching him until the sixth round. But that still wasn't enough to secure a victory for the bikers.

Finn looked at the twenty something pint glasses in front of him. He really underestimated how much it would take to get him drunk. He'd consumed nearly three gallons of beer, yet he was only feeling mildly drunk at best. He stood up off the bar stool, his gut sloshing audibly with the movement. Finn looked down, just as the bartender set down another round of pints, the contest not formally over. The fennec gave a sideways glance to the red panda, who looked ready to hurl at the sight of another pint. Figuring the contest needed a proper end, Finn scooped up all five of his pints, leaning across the counter to swipe the panda?s mug of beer. He dumped them into his waiting mouth, one by one, gulping it all down in one fell swoop. Finn beat his chest a few times, then leaned back once more, releasing a deep, obscenely loud belch that shook the table; glasses shaking and clattering against each other. It was loud enough to momentarily drown out the booming music form the dance floor, turning nearly all heads to the bar where the triumphant fennec sat. The atmosphere was eerily silent for a few moments afterwards, nothing but the booming techno coming from the DJ booth, the voices of the club goers stopping for several moments as many stared in awe. Slowly the attention began to fade, the chorus of voices gradually fading back in, though most conversations had switched topics to the herculean fennec.

Finn's voice commanded respect, and the bikers gave it wordlessly, one by one getting up from the bar and shuffling towards the wet room, hands stuffed in their pockets, heads down, and thoroughly humiliated by Finn. It was a familiar sight to the fennec, except he used to be the one shuffling away after swallowing their pride. Now that he could witness it from the other perspective, Finn somewhat understood just how bullies found it so entertaining to be assholes. It felt good to humiliate others like that. Take their ego, crumple it up, and throw it away like a piece of trash.

The fennec dug his wallet out of his pocket, tipping the bartender well, and then following the group of guys into the wet room. Other patrons looked on, some in amusement, some were just curious, but the regulars looked floored. Some onlookers took it upon themselves to cheer at the sight. 'Jeez. Apparently these guys were a problem here. I don't doubt it one bit, though. Oh well. They're gonna get what they deserve, and everyone here knows it.'

Finn opened the door to the wet room, stepping in and closing it behind him. The wet room was more aptly described as one massive shower. The floors and walls were fully tiled. Multiple drains were installed in the floors, and one wall of the room had a series of shower heads lined up. Finn was glad to see that the bikers had already gotten into position, the five of them on their knees around the largest drain in the centre of the room. They all refused to meet his eyes, which irked Finn a little. But, he was about to drench them in piss, so that was more than enough payback.

The fennec's gut sloshed with every step, the beer having run through him like water. His bladder was painfully full, and these poor bikers had no idea what they had coming for them. 'Aw, where's all that confidence now? For a buncha boys who talk big, you're pretty sore losers.'

The red panda grumbled under his breath about Finn being a cheater. Finn's ears swivelled in the direction of the sound, and the fox set his gaze on the red panda, while unzipping his jeans. He walked to stand in front of the red panda. 'Cheating? Really? To think I'd stoop so low. Me, a law abiding citizen, cheat? I would never!' The fennec fished out his dick from within his jeans, the half erect monster thicker around than the red panda's arm. He heard a few exclamations from the other bikers, which spurred him on even more. 'You already know what's going to happen, I'm not gonna waste my breath on telling you.'

Finn aimed his bloated, red fox cock at the panda's face, and released. The flow of hot piss was instant, spraying from his urethra with surprising amounts of force. The bitter, strong liquid hit the panda square in the face, with enough force to knock him off balance and push him backwards. Finn exploited this, putting a foot on the smaller male's chest and shoving him onto his back. His piss splashed onto the other bikers, who tried to subtly move away from the splash back.

Finn laughed as the panda sputtered and coughed, spitting out mouthfuls of his piss as he was utterly drenched. It smelled awful, the stench so strong that the panda began to feel lightheaded. He was soaked to the bone with the fennec's piping hot piss, and he was sure it'd been less than a minute. All he could taste was the salty, bitter liquid, and he accidentally swallowed more than he'd have liked to admit. It felt like being blasted with a waterhose, the initial spray having been like a slap to the face. He was sure there was a bruise forming just then.

Just as suddenly as it started, the piss flow stopped, and the panda could hear a choked cry from his right. He tried to open his eyes, but winced and squeezed them shut when piss got into them, causing them to burn. On the panda's right, Finn had wrenched the Roo's jaw open and unceremoniously crammed the fat head of his cock in between those lips. The roo's cheeks bulged, squeezing his eyes shut as piss sprayed out around the girth of Finn's dick. He swallowed it by the mouthful, choking and coughing and sputtering on the acrid, salty fluid. As nice as he may have seemed outside of the competitions, Finn didn't relent one bit, holding the Roo fast and forcing him to guzzle down mouthful after mouthful of piss. It wasn't long before the Roo's gut had noticeably distended, beginning to peek out from under his shirt.

The roo felt like he was being waterboarded. His nose burned, hot piss spraying from his nostrils every time he choked, which was nearly every damn second. The hot, pungent torrent forced itself down his throat relentlessly, and he found his front soaked with all the piss he couldn't swallow. He looked ridiculous, wide eyed and crying from the effort, cheeks bulged out and piss gushing from his mouth, as well as his nose. His stomach sloshed, painfully full, forced to accommodate more than it could handle. The roo was vaguely aware of the fact that his shirt was painfully tight now, stretched taut over his swollen stomach.

Finn finally moved on, jerking his dick free of the roo's maw with a wet 'pop!' and stepping over to the next male. To his surprise, the pit bull latched onto his dick, bobbing his head ever so slightly while eagerly chugging down Finn's piss. Finn was stunned, staring stupefied at the massive canine bobbing on the head of his dick, gulping down mouthfuls of his piss of his own volition. His member began to react, throbbing and twitching as it began to fill with blood, plumping up slowly but surely. Finn huffed, putting a hand on the dog's head and forcing his dick deeper into his mouth, prodding at his throat, pissing directly into his stomach.

"Fuckin hell, finally. Someone who knows their place." Finn placed a hand on his hip, rolling them forward to meet the pit bull's hungry mouth, huffing and biting back groans. Eventually he got hard enough to the point where he was forced to stop pissing, relaxing and just enjoying the dog's mouth. In the corner of his eye he could see the two that had already been drenched staring, shocked at the sight. Finn simply cracked a knowing smile, bucking his hips forward and breaching the barrier to the canine's throat. A muffled groan was heard, but Finn didn't pay it any mind. He slowly inched his hips forward, delighting in the way his dick stretched out the other male's throat, even with how large his neck was.

'God, you're a fucking natural at deepthroating, aren't you, slut?'

Finn watched as his cock slowly, but surely disappeared down the dog's throat. Admittedly, he was surprised when he felt the pitbull's muzzle pressed up against his crotch, the male drawing in deep huffs, breathing in every last bit of Finn's sweaty, salty musk. Finn caught a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, glancing over and spotting both the lion and the reptilian freely jacking off, looking rather envious of the pit. He decided to give them even more of a show, removing his hand from the canine's head and resting his hands behind his head. The pit responded instantly, pulling his head back with a wet slurp. Before swallowing the entirety of that monster length again. Finn's knees trembled, his confidence wavering a tad in the face of such a good blowjob. He managed to keep his composure, swallowing the moan that had been rising in his throat.

While he was getting his blowjob, Finn couldn't help but notice the canine's own erection. The pit bull's cock wasn't the longest, but where it made up for length was girth. It looked as thick as a pop can, and the knot looked like it would break somebody. Finn decided to tease him with his paw, rubbing his soft paw pads along the length of the canine dick. Finn began thinking about how nice it would be if his dick was that thick. As if on queue, the pit bull's dick began getting smaller underneath his paw. Finn squeezed it with his toes, thinking the canine was going soft, but it felt as hard as ever. The pit bull seemed to notice what was going on, as he started to grab for his crotch with one hand over and over.

Finn's dick throbbed involuntarily, gushing a thick rope of pre into the waiting canine's maw. It hit Finn like a truck, the fennec shivering from the sudden sensation. Finn felt it throbbing again, and again, and he began to notice something strange. His dick was getting thicker! It wasn't just him who noticed, as the pit blowing him began to slow considerably, a look of confusion on his face. Finn's dick kept ballooning outward, and it suddenly clicked in Finn's head. He felt a sudden influx of knowledge as he seemed to unlock all the secrets of his size theft powers all at once. A mischievous smile slowly began to form, as Finn figured he could get an edge for his contest tonight, and humiliate the gang even more.

'Gotta say, you're built like a brick, and I admire your hard work.' His sudden comment confused the others, who wondered why Finn had suddenly stopped degrading them. 'That being said, you're a sissy little cocksucker, so you don't really need all that muscle. I'll put it to better use anyway.' Now the others were even more confused, giving each other sideways glances. Meanwhile Finn was concentrated on stealing the pit bull's size. There was a bit of delay, but suddenly it became apparent. Finn's ears swivelled, picking up a series of shocked exclamations.

The gang watched as the pit bull's muscles started to inexplicably shrink; their definition simply becoming nonexistent. The fennec's smile grew, while a pleading whine came from the pit. The pit?s frame began to shrink, his shoulders and chest losing their former broadness, abs quickly turning into a skinny gut. The pit had such a low body fat percentage that by the time Finn was done, he looked like a scrawny camsite twink. His head looked way out of proportion, and if Finn was being honest with himself, it was hard to keep a straight face upon viewing the bull?s overall figure.

Finn was getting close to his orgasm in no time, as proved by the slow, steady swelling of his knot at the base of his shaft. Though, he wasn't finished just yet. After all, the night was still young. Regrettably, he stopped the pit bull, pulling out of his throat and letting his erect cock spring into the cool air, glistening with cum and canine drool. Finn slapped his dick against the dog's cheek a few times.

'You're too good at that. I bet you're this little gang's dedicated cocksucker.'

The blush and sudden aversion of eye to eye contact said all too much. Finn loved it. Just being able to dominate other men like this, toying with their emotions and ego like they were nothing. It felt amazing, and Finn realized just why he'd been bullied so much. The thought of dominating and humiliating the gang was utterly delightful, and just thinking about it brought Finn closer to orgasm. His breath quickened and he curled his toes, but, just as he was going to cum, he pulled out, all at once. A wet 'schlorp!' And the sound of the pit sucking in a lungful of air was heard, Finn's dick standing at attention and throbbing as if caught in the throes of an orgasm, his knot fully swollen at this point.

'Mmf, fuck. As much as I'd love to pump your belly full, I've got other plans tonight. But hey, your friends over there seem pretty worked up from the show.' He jerked a thumb at the lion and lizard, who looked about ready to blow their load. 'That slutty roo over there chugged most of my piss, unfortunately for you. But I'm sure the rest of your little club or whatever is just raring to go after all that drinking. Not to mention their loads.' Finn chuckled and took a step back from the pit. He was surprised when the lion pounced on the other male, watching the feline hurriedly align himself and plunge his dick into the dog's maw without a care in the world, conveniently ignoring the harsh gags of the canine. Despite this, the dog was still furiously jerking off, which made Finn snort in amusement.

Turning to his previously discarded clothes, Finn was glad to see that he'd placed them far enough away that his pooling piss had left them untouched. He grabbed just his boxer briefs, Shuffling them on. Stuffing his half hard cock into them was a struggle, but he eventually made do by snaking it down the left leg. The bulge was obscenely obvious, and it didn't help that a good portion of his dick stuck out from below where his boxers ended. Though, Finn didn't really care either way. He had his mind set on the real reason he came to this bar tonight; The bodybuilder competition.

Finn had seen a flyer about the competition a few weeks back. Originally, he'd been planning to go as an excuse to get drunk and oogle the hulking studs that participated. Now, with this recent change, Finn had a different plan. That competition was the perfect place for him to be worshipped, for everyone to appreciate his perfect body. He'd get to utterly humiliate others and have an entire crowd of guys lusting over him, and just thinking about that made his dick throb. One could say Finn was on a power trip. That he was just stroking his ego thanks to his size, and that he was no better than his previous bullies. And whoever said that would be entirely right, not that it concerned Finn. He'd come to realize just how good it felt being such a dick to everyone else, after all these years of frustration. He deserved to let off some steam.

Finn basked in the stares he got when he strutted out of the bathroom, his boxers leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His large ears caught the hushed whispers of many a shocked patron, most talking about what the fennec would likely be like in bed. The thought made his dick throb, threatening to tear free of its confines all on its own.

Finn strolled confidently through the club, receiving multiple unwarranted gropes as he waded through the crowd. Awestruck individuals grabbing his bulge to see if it really was real. Finn had to push away a few of the more brazen admirers, those who tried to start jerking him off, or pull off his underwear. Not that it was hard, but it sure was a pain.

'God, is this what those snobs on grindr go through? It's gettin me all worked up, but at the same time, this is annoying as hell. I can see how they let this get to their heads' Finn rolled his eyes, shoving through the crowd to get to the registration table that had been setup for the event.

The leopard sitting at the table looked up from his phone at the sound of someone approaching. By this point Finn was standing right in front of the table, so close that he obscured almost everything else in sight. The leopard jumped in fright fumbling his phone and letting it crash to the ground. Finn couldn't help but laugh at that, earning an indignant huff in return. "I assume you're here to register for the bodybuilding competition....." The leopard trailed off, his attention elsewhere. After his scare he had taken the time to look Finn over, which made him realize Finn's current attire, or more accurately, his lack of attire. The cheetah was pointedly staring at the fennec's crotch.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

"O-oh! Sorry! I was just.... You're fucking hot... U-uh! I mean-"

"Oh You're fine. Really. Its understandable. After all, who wouldn't be infatuated with a prime stud like me?" A smug grin graced Finn's face, who loved to watch the receptionist squirm from his attention. 'I'm here to sign up for that bodybuilder comp. Registration isn't closed yet, is it?'

'U-uh! N-no! Here, I'll get you all signed up. Just gonna need your name, and stage name, if any. That's it.'

'The name's Finn. Don't need a stage name. Is that really it?'

'Yes sir! N-now, if you could head backstage. Just go to the booths, and walk to the end of the hall. You'll find the waiting area.' The receptionist checked his watch. 'Just fifteen minutes until the show starts.'

'Got it. Thanks' Finn gave a charming smile to the receptionist before turning on his heel and making a beeline for the booths, a sea of hungry eyes watching his every move. Thankfully, no one approached him to cop a feel this time. Finn strode to the backstage area with an air of confidence, head held high and looking as if he didn't have a care in the world, as if he wasn't clad in just a pair of boxers that were barely holding together.

When he entered the waiting room, Finn scoffed. Packed within the room were dozens of furs of varying shapes and sizes, all in a similar state of dress- or undress- as him. Those with scales had even gone so far as to oil themselves up so they would catch more attention. Amongst all the amateur bodybuilders Finn spotted a zebra, a lion, a kangaroo, and many, many more. However, no matter how many cheap tricks they did to sway the crowd, none of them matched up to Finn, and no one knew that better than the fennec himself. He simply leaned up against a wall, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, a smug grin forever plastered stood in that position, simply waiting for his moment, ignoring all outside distractions.

After roughly forty minutes of waiting, Finn was finally up next. He stood up straight, popping a few joints as he prepared to go on stage. He rolled his neck and shrugged his shoulders, waiting as the announcer introduced him to the crowd.

'Aaaalright gentlemen! Finally, we have our last contestant. He's already made quite the name for himself here, and he's managed to gain the attention of nearly everyone here tonight. So, without further ado, lets give it up for Finn the fennec!'

With his announcement finished, Finn stepped through the curtains that led to the stage, forcing himself to resist the instinct to flatten his ears. The applause he got was thundering, loud enough to drown out even his own thoughts. The very room shook with the intensity of the crowd's cheering. Finn stood in the spotlight for a moment, entirely taken aback. Such support was overwhelming. Finn was genuinely stunned for a moment. And then he realized how much he loved the attention.

The attention got his blood pumping. And, before he knew it, Finn was horny and ready to put on a show. After watching dozens of contestants preform their sets from backstage, Finn had memorized the routine to the point where it came to him naturally. He slid into the front double bicep with ease, bringing his arms up and tucking his elbows slightly, flexing his biceps, abs, and pecs all at once. He added a smug grin for the crowd as a personal touch. The applause was deafening. He easily transitioned into the front lateral spread, both hands hooked on his hip while he flexed his legs and back. The fabric of his boxers trembled, threatening to rip at any moment.

The subsequent applause was worth it, though. Showing off like this felt too good, Finn's blood rushing and his body temperature rising. He was getting worked up by the attention, and it seemed he wasn't the only one who'd realized that. By now they were clambering to the edge of the stage, shamelessly grabbing at his waist in an effort to either grope him, or remove his underwear. Most likely, it was both. The sudden attention sent a rush of blood to his groin, causing his dick to suddenly swell, which spelled the end for his boxers. With a loud 'OVERRIPE!' his cock lurched upwards, slapping against his abs wetly, the remains of his boxers falling to the ground beneath him.

Finn stood on the stage, fourteen inches of fennec cock jutting out into the cool air, with several people staring in a stupefied haze. For a few moments, neither Finn nor the audience was sure what to do, but then, as if it clicked all at once, several people began clambering to get to his dick. All at once several hands began pumping his shaft, and Finn was too horny to help it. 'O-o-oh fuck!' Groaned the fennec, his voice wavering with each stroke. The sensation of six sets of hands working his dick was intense, to say the least. His dick throbbed and pulsed, the veins engorging with the additional stimulation.

It took a moment, but Finn managed to regain his composure, widening his stance and standing up straight. He placed his hands on hips confidently, flexing his chest and abs with a deep growl. 'Yes, that's right! You already know the winner of the competition! Now! Come worship me and my muscles. Come tell me how much of a stud I am!' He stood proudly on the edge of the stage, six different furs helping jerk him off simultaneously.

After his mini rant one spectator got emboldened, a tall, toned equine who had been standing just at the edge of the stage. His height gave him an advantage over the rest of the crowd, and so, he was able to reach up and grab Finn's dick, bringing the tip down to his mouth, placing it on his tongue before sealing his lips. He began to bob back and forth, eyes sliding shut while a moan rose from his throat.

Finn gave a grunt rolling his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his dick along the horse's tongue. Precum oozed from his tip, spilling out in a constant stream almost immediately, the thin, slimy liquid salty to the taste, with an extremely potent scent. Finn's dick throbbed, a glob of precum gushing out onto the horse's tongue, which the equine swallowed without hesitation. Finn began to roll his hips, sliding inches deeper into the equine's muzzle, til the tip of his dick was poking at the back of his throat.

There was the brush of a tail between his legs that caught his attention, the fennec looking down just as another fur ducked underneath his legs. He was about to question their motives up until he felt a tongue on his ball sac, followed by two more, and a plethora of hands. Three more tongues joined forces in giving his nuts a tongue bath, five different furs hungrily lapping up the sweat he had worked up being on stage. For a moment all Finn could think about was the various maws suckling on the flesh of his nuts, coating them with saliva in an act of worship. The thought alone made his dick throb, the massive pole lurching and swelling even more, adding an additional two inches to the total length. The fennec blinked, feeling the additional weight on his crotch. It took him a while to realize that he had grown.

Everyone in the club watching him, worshipping him reminded him of just earlier that morning in the gym, when he had inexplicably grown. How everyone had been watching him show off. As if flicking a switch, suddenly it clicked, and Finn realized how to tap into his size theft powers. The fennec gained a mischievous glint in his eyes, suddenly turning his attention to one of the previous competitors, a large black bear, and beckoning them over. The bear looked both flustered and surprised by the sudden eye contact, the bulge in his speedo readily apparent as he shuffled over to Finn. He opened his mouth to question the stud, only to get pulled into a wordless kiss, his lips mashed up against Finn?s. He struggled for a moment, then relinquished control, and began to lean into the kiss.

The moment the bear stopped struggling Finn made his move, calling on his newfound power to steal the bear?s mass. To the audience, it looked like some sort of vampiric kiss, except instead of blood, it was mass. The bear?s muscles began shrinking in size, deflating as if leaking air from somewhere, while Finn?s mass started increasing at the same rate. The fennec?s muscles became denser, bulging and growing underneath his skin, slowly packing on the pounds from what he was stealing from the bear. At the same time, Finn was growing taller, breaching the eight feet mark with ease. By the time he had taken all the mass the bear had to offer, he was holding the ursine three feet off the ground by an incredibly loose tank top. Others watching the show had gotten all worked up, and all it took was for a sideways glance for another bodybuilder to practically throw themselves at him.

This time, it was a beefy Caribou. Roughly six feet tall, but with more than enough mass for Finn to drain. From the moment he was close enough, Finn began draining his mass, piling it all onto his dick. Inch after inch his dick grew, in both length and circumference. The poor horse sucking the tip was knocked on his ass, bowled over as Finn?s cock lengthened in explosive spurts. He looked up, shocked by the turn of events, watching as Finn?s dick grew to a whopping two feet in length, jutting out over the stage and sagging somewhat, heavy enough that it couldn?t support its own weight.

The fennec?s nuts weren?t left out of the equation either, the massive sack gurgling and churning before it began to steadily grow. The two orbs competing for space as his sack began to hand lower and fill out bit by bit. It easily reached his knees, and, at the sight of it growing, several more furs found their way beneath his legs, joining in with those already worshipping his nuts.

The sudden increase in dick size had Finn?s head spinning, both from the sudden rush of blood to fill his larger cock, and from the increased amount of sensations he was feeling. By now at least twelve people were jerking him off in unison, a myriad of hands stimulating his dick. His knot quickly began to swell, catching the attention of his worshippers, and soon, even that was being stimulated. His nerves were on fire, his fur standing on end as he was stroked, sucked, squeezed, and licked all over.

On either side of him, there was a fur playing with the bulbous shape of his knot. Squeezing, sucking, tugging, it drove him absolutely wild. The crowd of worshippers was bringing him slowly closer and closer to the edge, threatening to bring him over at any second. Finn felt it moments before it happened, his breath catching while his whole body tensed up at once. His dick throbbed, the urethra bulging out, and he came. The first rope of jizz shot out with immense strength, nearly a gallon of hot fox nut spraying out for several seconds. The wet, creamy rope soared through the air, directly at the bar which had been built in front of the stage. The bartender ducked in the nick of time, covering his head as the cum made impact. Several bottles shattered from the force, soaking the ground with booze and the fennec?s jizz.

Finn had half a second before the next spurt fired off, shooting out at the same moment his prick throbbed again, sending it soaring on an arc into the crowd. The third, fourth, and fifth spurts came relatively quick, each nearly a litre in size, painting several audience members white when they collided. this time with much less strength, but with a considerable volume. Several more spurts sprayed from his dick, the fennec bucking his hips and sending jizz flying in all directions. By the time Finn?s orgasm had tapered off, he had painted nearly half the club with his jizz. Strands of it were oozing down from the ceiling, dripping to the floor in thick, wet globs. His orgasm had died down to a constant stream of cum oozing from the tip of his dick, slowly starting to pool on the ground below.

The club had devolved into a frenzy. A considerable amount of spectators got off just by watching or helping Finn reach his orgasm. The rest of the spectators still remaining had all but broken into a mass orgy. Several onlookers were ingesting as much of his cum as they could, while others were starting to bend each other over, becoming another couple in a mass of writhing bodies. Most of the onlookers worshipping his body and getting him off had orgasmed as well, with the remaining ones desperately jerking off. Finn admired the scene he had caused with a smug feeling blossoming in his chest. Damn this was good. He had to do this way more often.