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The gym is home to many a different person coming to train for a multitude of reasons. There were people who just wanted to get in shape and keep themselves active, just doing enough to stay trim and maybe gain a bit of definition. Then there were the serious bodybuilders, who treated the gym like a shrine to their gains. They'd come to the iron pit to hone their bodies into virile monuments of muscle mass and power. Of course, there were also the people who came just to ogle the mountains of muscle under the guise of working out on their own. Their intentions were completely obvious; everyone knew why they were there.

Garret was in the first camp, having an off-season swimmer's build but gaining a little bit of chub from neglect on his part. This is why he came to the gym and was in the midst of curling a fifteen pound dumbbell with one hand. "Two. Three..." He had an unfortunate habit of slacking off when it came to his workouts. It wasn't his fault that video games and comics are a lot of fun and a great way to pass time, though it definitely was his fault that he would forgo physical exercise to consume the nerdy media. "Four..." Having done two full sets of curls so far, he was plainly struggling with even getting halfway through his third, and last, set. It took every little bit of strength that he had left inside him, but he was still unable to lift the weight anymore than an inch away from its resting location.

"Damnit!" The gray-furred bat huffed, his fluffy, white neckfur soaked with his sweat. His perspiration had dripped down his wings, which he flapped slightly to dry. "Ugh." He gently lowered the dumbbell to the floor, letting it fall with a thud when it was safe enough to. He grabbed his bottle of water and took a swig to try and refresh himself after being at the gym for most of an hour. It was probably the longest drink he'd taken thus far today, but even then it still didn't feel satisfying enough.

Regrettably for him, he had already fared the same with his other arm and was hoping that his more dominant one would've produced different results. He slumped forward to catch his breath as the bench press he did earlier that he just barely triumphed over still had him winded. It had been a long day for him already and he figured that it'd be best if he just wrapped up for today. He'd try again tomorrow even though he felt like giving up.

***

Garret passed through the front door of his home, grateful that another abysmal day at the gym was finally over. He closed the door behind him, quickly dumped the clothes in his gym bag in the washer and started it up, ditched the contents of his pockets on the coffee table in the living room, and then lethargically plopped himself down on his recliner. He breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to stand up anymore and laid the seat back as far as it could go.

Disappointment was an understatement to describe how the bat was feeling at the moment. Regardless of whether or not he had skipped a day of exercise here or there, he'd been going to the gym for a few months now and hadn't seen an ounce of physical progress. Oh, he'd absolutely seen how he's now lifting heavier weights than when he had started, but none of that effort palpably materialized onto his body. All that he was looking for was some validation that he wasn't just wasting his time for nothing, just some muscle to stretch his gray-furred pelt. He wasn't even trying to get swole like the weightlifting competitors that were seemingly there all day!

The lack of any noticeable gains positively killed any motivation that Garret might've had to keep going. Pretty much all that he wanted to do now was just watch his television or play some games, which he was tempted to do since he'd built up a bit of a backlog with some recent purchases.

Was it really worth the bat going to the gym anymore? He wanted to go, oh how he wanted to justify his time there. Alas, it was looking like he wasn't cut out for the activity. It also wounded him how other people made gaining mass look just so much easier in comparison. What could be their secret to doing so? Well, they were there much longer than him for starters, but Garret remembered reading that the average person doesn't really need longer than an hour to do their routine. Was it their routine? He wagered that there might be some truth to that in that they're lifting heavier items than he was, but the motions were all the same. Hmm...

Perhaps there's something that he hadn't considered yet, something they did when he didn't have the opportunity to watch them. Well, there was showering, but he highly doubted that there was something in their shampoo and bodywash that was causing them to make these tremendous gains. Plus, they used the same gym showers as him. It wasn't like their clothes were laced with anything performance enhancing either. At least he thought they didn't, though he couldn't be sure what kind of supplements these guys could come into contact with.

"Supplements!" Garret boomed as his recliner slid back into its sitting position in one swift motion. The excitement of the realization coursed through his veins in an instant, his fingers twitching as his body pumped adrenaline through his veins. It all seemed so obvious now and he wasn't sure why it took so long to envision what the bodybuilders were doing to themselves. But now he had a plan.

With a spring in his step, the bat raced to his computer, thankfully still turned on. He made a cursory search for any sort of supplement that he could get his mitts on, but all he was able to find were ones that anybody could get in the shops. It was even less preferential to buy them online since they were unbelievably marked up compared to getting them in store as they had to be personally delivered to the purchaser's door. He wondered what the point was.

Every single supplement seemed to be the same, the names beginning to blend together in Garret's mind. He was beginning to lose hope, until he stumbled across a forum post buried deep in his search. It was already over a year old, which unnerved him a tad, but he pressed on. All he saw when he entered, though, was text post after text post discussing everything that he could already do on his own like what every poster's gym routine was, their diet, their sleeping habits... This was useless to him! Why was he directed here in the first place?

Scrolling down far enough eventually answered his question. Finally, they discussed additional means to get more gains. Some were suggesting steroids right off the bat, which the gray-furred bat objectively wanted nothing to do with. He had to rub his eyes as he knew that it was going to be mentioned at some point. Still, he pressed on.

After several achingly boring minutes of scrolling past people talking about the pros and cons of using steroids - which he was able to discern as 'monstrous gains' vs 'junk shrinkage' - he at last found people discussing supplements, which is likely what the search engine picked up on in the first place. What piqued his curiosity is that these posts seemed to be newer, with a little swipe over the dates of them with his mouse cursor revealing them to be only a couple months old. Now this was what he was looking for!

Unfortunately for him, everyone was mentioning how they used the regular brands that he was already familiar with and how they saw differences over the course of a year. This made him want to immediately give up; he didn't feel like waiting a year anymore!

There was one poster who talked about something he'd never heard of, however. Replies to the post were overwhelmingly negative, though, with all the other users doubting the validity of something not on store shelves. Garret was almost inclined to agree, but he could feel his frustration rising as this was the only other lead that he'd found thus far. Ignoring everything that everyone else was saying, he took the plunge and clicked on the link.

Instantaneously, he was redirected to the home page of a product that he'd never seen before in his life, not even coming up in the search that he made earlier. The bat was entirely on edge, wondering if he'd stumbled onto a scam site, or perhaps something more digitally malicious. A quick scan by his various browser addons revealed nothing out of the ordinary, which gave him great peace of mind. Now to figure out what the hell he was looking at.

A quick glance revealed nothing out of the ordinary as the container that the supplement was in looked identical to the others that he saw already. That immediately felt weird to Garret as he made a closer inspection which showed that the product itself appeared to be fairly indistinguishable to that of its competitors. If this brand is this generic, then why is it not everywhere for the general public to buy?

The bat's question was quickly answered. On another page that described the supplement in full, he saw a boxed-off section listing a fairly extensive catalogue of side effects that he honestly was not expecting to view. Some of them seemed normal, though making sure that you don't heavily use the product struck him as a bit odd since he didn't think that should've been an issue. Others, on the other hand...

"What the actual fuck are these warnings?" Garret blurted out to no one in particular, his mouth agape the entire time his eyes scanned those lines. "Consumption of seminal fluid?" He could almost feel his brain short-circuiting when he read those words. "Is that something that someone just does?" In all fairness, he'd had the same idea of sucking himself off that nearly every other guy does at one point or another, but it instantly faded away the second that he realized that he couldn't do it. Now was the first time since then that he'd thought of it, but it was significantly less appealing to him now.

It was at that moment when the gray-furred bat realized why all those replies were talking trash about the supplement. This was the most insane thing that he'd ever read! Still, there were actual testimonials from people who apparently tried the product and they all proselytize about the benefits of the goods that they ordered. Seeing as these people were still alive relieved him slightly, as the most recent reviews came not too long ago, but he still had the choice to make of whether or not he wanted to go through with it.

His decision came immediately, already hopping to the store page and ordering a jug for himself. Having his payment credentials auto-populate in their respective fields made the process that much smoother. Within minutes, he became the proud recipient of a brand new tub of guaranteed muscle growing supplements! At least he would be in a week when the shipment was scheduled to arrive. Ugh, he guessed he might as well see how much he could accomplish on his own in the meantime then.

***

A week came and went like nothing to Garret. Well, almost nothing, as going to the gym still made him feel like time was standing still. Man, he was still making no physical progress no matter how much he pushed himself. If he didn't literally just receive his package that day, he might've given up entirely by now. It was lucky too, as he'd forgotten all about the afternoon when he bought the thing in the first place.

Still sore from yesterday's workout, the bat ripped open the box with a pair of scissors, careful not to poke the blade too far down in case it damaged the contents. Pulling the cardboard tabs away uncovered his purchase - a totally normal-looking container of protein powder that wouldn't appear out of place on a store shelf. There was a niggling in the back of his mind as to whether or not this was the real deal, but he paid for it already so he might as well use it.

The procedure seemed fairly straightforward to Garret, who was in the midst of mixing a shake to take with him to the gym. He put in exactly as much of the powder as instructed, but it just didn't look right in his large bottle, so he added more until he was happy with it. Using milk as his liquid solvent of choice, he closed the jug and shook it up until it became a homogenous muscle-boosting solution. If this didn't do the trick, then there was literally nothing else that would.

***

The gray-furred bat sighed. Stepping out of his car and locking it behind him, he trudged his way up to the front doors of the gym. He'd been so anxious about everything that he barely got any sleep and, as such, he decided that it'd be best if he got his exercise done and out of the way early. The doors were heavy, as if to mock his dismal physical progress, and it bothered him that it took so much more effort to open them than other regulars.

After scanning his entry into the gym's computer system, he made his way to the men's locker room to put his stuff away. His shorts this time around were a particularly dark-coloured camouflage as he had forgotten to take his regular ones out of the washer and get them dried in time, but it really didn't matter to him what he wore.

Once fully changed, Garret reached into his gym bag and pulled out two bottles - one that would be filled with water for his workout, and the other that was heavily filled with his protein shake. Popping the top open, he swirled the contents around, watching as the opaque fluid swished around in its container. Then, after taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he brought the lip of the jug to his mouth and tilted it back, letting the viscous liquid wash down his throat. He only just realized that this was the first time that he was tasting the drink, concluding that the slightly overbearing sweetness wasn't all that bad, but it left a pretty weird aftertaste. It felt to him that he could get used to it if he didn't think about it too hard.

The weirdest part of his current session was finally over, but the worst was yet to come. He opted to wash out the bottle first so that the remnants of the shake didn't start to smell. Once everything of his was locked up securely, he made his way to the gym floor, where he promptly filled up his bottle with what was soon to be sorely needed water.

The first spot the bat meandered his way to was the bench press, as it was the first exercise of the routine that he had made for himself ages ago. Loading up the bar with the appropriate amount of weights for his warmup, he fastened it tightly and slunk underneath it. He wasn't too worried about this as the load that he put on the barbell was only a large fraction of his maximum liftable weight, but he still got jittery before starting his workout.

After counting to three in his head, he pushed with everything he had inside him and predictably hoisted the bar in the air. What startled him, however, was just how easy it was, nearly causing his arms to stumble despite the weight being nothing for him. He had to place the bar back on its rests and lay there for a moment to take in what just happened. Well, this was new.

Shuffling to his feet, Garret looked at the weights currently on the barbell. They were exactly what he had stored away in a note on his phone, which he quickly double checked to see if he messed up. Surprisingly, he got the correct number. He thought about it and shrugged, chalking it up to him finally getting used to the weight and needing to move up to feel some resistance, but he also remembered that he shouldn't have felt it so weightless. Whatever was going on, he still had to tack on more pounds.

Once the new plates were slid onto the bar and secured in place, he, again, perched himself on the bench, arms bent up to grab hold of the barbell. For the second time in a row now, he started his warmup, lifting the bar upwards until his arms were straight. This time it felt like a good practice weight, though the fact that he was okay with an extra thirty pounds unnerved him a tad. And he was being conservative with that number as well!

It took no time at all for the gray-furred bat to do all ten reps of his warmup, quickly getting up to put on the weight for his regular set, only to stop and recognize that he had to adjust that too. Hastily doing the math in his head, he gulped when he became aware of just how much more weight he had to pile on. If thirty pounds was needed to feel anything for starting rep, then that meant that he had to add an extra fifty onto his normal set! This both excited and terrified him.

Not wanting to just add a bunch of plates willy-nilly and make the bar look like a mess, he took the time to reorganize everything, needing to take a couple minutes to shuffle around the weights until both sides were neatly arranged from largest plate to smallest. It took him a moment to fully realize that this was the first time that he was using four fifty pound weights during this lift. This was really happening.

Once more positioning himself under the bar, Garret huffed a few times before grappling the metal. With a single grunt, he hoisted the bar for the third time and expected it to come crashing down onto his chest, possibly shattering every bone protecting his squishy organs... only for that to not happen because he was successfully suspending the barbell in the air. This was really happening!

For the first time since he'd joined up, he was smiling while working out at the gym. It was strange how natural the added weight felt to him - definitely heavier than what he was used to, but still incredibly manageable. This gave him incentive to continue on with his set, pounding out reps until he hit ten in a row. He let the bar sit on its rests before coming up to a sitting position and realizing that he was barely winded like he used to be. It almost made him want to add yet more weight onto the bar, but a voice in the back of his head told him that he'd done enough for the day and should just stick with what he'd put on for now. He liked that voice.

The next two sets went by like nothing, both just as facile as the last one. The bat wasn't about to lie, this was a welcome change of pace even if it didn't really show much on his frame. He couldn't believe that he was already done with this part of his exercise despite it being harder! With a skip in his step, he pulled the weights off the bar and put them back in their stored positions, then wiped off everything that he came into contact with. This day was looking better and better already, and he'd barely even begun.

Next up was the squat rack - potentially his least favourite exercise due to the pressure exerted onto his admittedly weak legs. Leg days were hard, okay? He racked on the plates like it was second nature, only to stop and realize that this, too, wasn't going to be enough to satisfy himself. As the usual weight that he put on was pretty much the same as his bench press, he opted to match what he lifted today here as well. He at least hoped that that was transferable.

Garret took his position under the bar and let it onto his shoulders, feeling the heavier weight. Fortunately for him it felt okay, meaning that he was good to go and get started. His fingers twitched a bit as he tightly gripped the bar, then let it drop down with his body as he bent his knees. It glided along the parallel tracks that it was forced into. All in all it felt good, so good, in fact, that he didn't realize just how quickly he'd finished his set. It was as if these exercises that troubled him so much before had finally been conquered, a feeling that filled him with deserved pride. He'd earned this!

Some time had passed as the gray-furred bat was nearly finished with his final exercise - free-weight arm curls. Like the rest of his workout, he needed to raise the amount of weight that he was lifting. He had a grin plastered onto his face from the pleasurable sensation of satisfaction running through his veins, though it seemed like his entire body was feeling that way. Blood rushed to every digit and extremity as his heart had beat rapidly from his exertion, and that included his now-erect member. It was a bit embarrassing that he was rock-hard from working out, but he could take care of it later in the shower if it persisted. It throbbing the way it was did make him nervous, though.

Every curl brought euphoric vindication coursing through his body, his nerves feeling electric with fulfillment as he finally felt like he was achieving what he had set out to do so many months ago. This is what he wanted all along, what he craved. He felt like he was finally getting what was owed to him.

Despite finding the exercise far more enjoyable than ever before, Garret's face was still scrunched up and beet red. This wasn't due to the weight - even though he was lifting a heavier dumbbell - but instead because he was having trouble trying to hold himself together. His achingly hard shaft kept rubbing against the plush fabric of the interior of his shorts, unintentionally massaging it like he would with his hand at home. All he needed was one more rep and he was done, then he could take care of himself. "Ten..."

He wasn't going to make it back to the locker room to relieve himself. The sensation of his phallus being stroked by velvety material was too much for him to handle and he blew his load right then and there. Keeping it a secret was outwardly tough as his first instinct was to cry out after experiencing such a potent blast, which meant that he had to awkwardly bite down on his lip to contain any vocalization that might escape his throat.

The bat's loins were awash with orgasmic release, feeling the best they'd felt after shooting his biggest load ever. That thought became more apparent as he was snapping back to reality, realizing that he literally just fucking came right in the middle of the gym. His heart pounding and adrenaline rocketing through his system, he meekly looked around to see if anyone noticed, becoming relieved when he saw that no one had paid any attention to him. It allowed him to take a momentary breather, but his problems weren't over yet as he now needed to clean himself up. He wasn't sure if this kind of embarrassment was better than the embarrassment of not making any progress.

Hastily cleaning up his area, and careful to keep his ejaculate contained, he hurried to one of the washroom stalls near the back of the locker room. There, he was able to grab some toilet paper and begin wiping away his seed, but he just had to take a moment and marvel at just how much he'd shot out of his crotch rocket. He was thankful for the dark-coloured patterned material that made up his shorts because his cum splotch just blended right in and no one was the wiser.

Garret needed a surprising amount of tissue to feel fully hygienic again, but he took his time to make sure that everything was alright. Thankfully for him, there wasn't anything terrifying like blood mixed in, but it did give him pause when he made the connection that it was really all cum and he really did produce all of it.

Not wanting to leave the cubicle just yet, he had a look over himself just out of curiosity. He dug out his cock and stopped - it, for sure, had gotten bigger. His mouth was slightly agape as his brain processed what his eyes were telling him, but he knew it wasn't a trick of the light as his fingers were relaying the same data. Any exact measurements weren't possible at the moment as he didn't have the right tools for the job, but if he had to guess, he'd say that he maybe gained an inch or so in length with some girth thrown in.

His balls also received a bit of an upgrade, which would account for the increase in seminal fluid. The gray-furred bat held them in his hand and gawped, visually identifying that they had indeed grown larger. It wasn't as if he was particularly ashamed of them before or anything, but he couldn't help the pride engulfing his soul as he recognized that his testicles could accurately be compared to eggs. This was changing his entire opinion about coming to the gym.

Satisfied with his self-inspection, he flushed down the cummy toilet paper and was about to leave, only to notice that his thumb had a bit of seed smeared on it. It made him a little bit miffed as he'd just cleaned himself to the best of his ability outside of having a shower, but it wasn't a big deal in his eyes and just instinctively licked the jizz off his digit. That was when he stopped and realized what he'd just done. "Why did I do that..." He had a momentary lapse in judgement - he could've just wiped his cum on his shorts. Ah well, it's not like that's the worst thing that he could've done.

Leaving the stall with a contented huff, Garret made his way back to his locker and sat down on the bench. Even though he orgasmed in front of everyone else, he didn't feel all that upset about it when he reflected on it. It felt strange to him, as every other time he jerked off he perceived exhaustion weighing him down like a blanket, but right now he felt the opposite. It was almost as if he was receiving a second wind, only it was stronger than the level of energy that he came in with at the start of the day.

He felt incredible, perhaps even more so! This was the most energetic that he'd ever felt in his life, and he almost wanted to bet that he could take on the world right now. Despite already having been sweating his butt off for an hour, he actually perceived himself to be refreshed enough to handle going even longer. Yeah, he was done with his routine, but he could find other things to do. What's another hour in the gym?!

***

Another hour in the gym was actually a ton of pain. Every muscle that Garret worked out was sore and seemed like it was on fire. Nevertheless, he could feel himself achieve the pump that all the other gym goers talked about when they ended their daily routine. His muscles felt stiff, though that just could be from pushing himself far harder than he'd ever had before.

Taking care of all his after-gym chores, the gray-furred bat slumped across his couch with a pleased sigh. Finally, after months of teeth-grindingly difficult work, he was getting the results that he wanted. He took the opportunity to gape at himself, chuckling as he felt up his visibly swollen muscles. While not huge by any metric, it still was nice to have arms that looked more than defined, bulging into a bit of a peak when he flexed it.

He lazily flopped over onto his back, feeling the slight increase in weight across his body. In all honesty, it felt like he'd only gained five pounds or so, but it was a huge relief that he wasn't wasting his time after all.

Running his hands along his torso felt great now that some of his chub had vanished, leaving him with a leaner set of pecs and a flat tummy after trying for so long to get rid of it. He couldn't help his tongue from lolling out of his mouth, happy at his improvements. The only problem was that he wanted to keep feeling himself up, but he was wiped from the couple of hours that he'd worked out today. At the very least, he was able to make it to bed before passing out completely.

***

Sleep was exactly what Garret needed, as one's muscles do a lot of the work to repair themselves during that time. The only problem for him was that his body was producing a lot of heat in the process, which caused him to toss and turn as he slowly regained consciousness. It got to the point where he needed to completely shuck off his shirt just to try and gain some semblance of cool air flow, but it wasn't enough, and he was left just lying there in his sweat-soaked sheets.

As if being tired wasn't plenty to deal with already, he could feel his stomach begin to rumble. Great, now he's hungry as well. Sighing defeatedly, he started inching his way off of his bed onto his feet, but it was pretty slow going as he was still half-asleep. Once in a sitting position, he stretched his arms above his head, showcasing his abs as his shirt rode up his lean torso. It didn't help much to wake him up, but it at least got the blood flowing in his limbs.

Staggering his way to the kitchen, the gray-furred bat tried his best to come up with something to satiate the growling sensation in his bowels. His exhaustion-addled mind did its best to come up with something quick but was incredibly stuck when he looked at all the uncooked ingredients in his fridge. He unfortunately didn't have anything easily preparable in his cupboards either as he always cooked his meals. Snacking during the night wasn't really a thing that he ever did.

That's when his eyes fell upon his blender, and for the first time in that early morning he finally thought of something that he could make - a smoothie! It dawned on him that he could add the protein powder as an additive to help curb his appetite, but he wanted to suppress the taste and looked for something that could do that. Luckily for him, he ate surprisingly healthily for his normal lifestyle and was able to pull out fruit that was easily blendable.

Dumping what he thought was an appropriate amount of the supplement into the jar of the appliance, Garret suddenly encountered a third problem, much to his annoyance. Not only was he tired, not only was he hungry, but he was also incredibly horny as well. His erection tented the only thing that he wore, the bat's plaid boxers pressing up against one of the drawers that he was standing in front of. He grumbled unhappily, resolving to take care of that when he was done.

A healthy amount of milk was poured into the glass container, followed by a multitude of frozen berries that he had stashed away in his freezer. He'd forgotten that they were there in all honesty, but it made him happy that he could actually use them. Once satisfied with the amount of fruit added, he stopped and looked at the contents of the drink that he was about to make. Truthfully, having that many components in there taking up that much room would usually mean that this was an entire meal for him, but he was feeling particularly peckish and felt like he could consume the entire thing without question.

Regrettably, he'd have to wait for that as his raging boner wasn't subsiding in the least. Snorting out of both nostrils, the bat whipped out his dong and gripped it in one of his hands, feeling it fill up his grasp. His balls also looked a bit bigger as well, but none of this was registering to his semi-conscious mind. He'd find out when he was fully awake and really be in for a shock.

With a puff, he stroked along his swollen pride, feeling his heartbeat through every throb. The blood pumping through his veins was actually making him become more cognizant of himself and his surroundings, but his entire focus was on getting himself off so that he can get to downing his early liquid breakfast.

Garret pumped his fist along his engorged shaft, gasping slightly whenever his fingers made contact with his sensitive glans. It felt a little weird to be jerking himself standing up, but it wasn't affecting him too much and, all in all, he kinda liked it. It also felt strange to him that his balls hitting his legs with every rub of his pole didn't hurt and was, in fact, very pleasurable.

He moaned out loud as the pressure built up in his prostate, causing him to bite his bottom lip in reaction. The muscles in his pelvic region clenched periodically, in rhythm with the thrusts that his hips were now doing. It seemed like his body was doing everything that it could to help him get off. He wasn't going to last much longer.

The gray-furred bat's eyed were going half-lidded, a result of the intense erotic stimulation enveloping his soul. His testicles were dying to let their load out and only waited a few pumps longer before pulling themselves up to his crotch. His hand slowed to a crawl as the final jerks signaled that his dam was about to burst, his cumpipe bulging out with a fresh batch of batbatter. It took no time at all for rope after sticky rope to burst free from his cocktip and paint the counter in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, however, was that one shot of seed landed cleanly in the open cup of his blender, not noticeable unless looked at closely.

His balls successfully drained, he groaned and released his python as he leaned his hand on the counter. That fap remarkably took a lot out of him, but it wasn't about to stop the rest of his body from complaining about its needs. Sadly, he knew that it was best that he cleaned up his kitchen before moving on, so he grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the roll and wiped down everything that he could find, including his still-dripping dick.

When he eventually content that he'd gotten all the cum cleared up, he turned his sights back to his smoothie. Garret eagerly shoved the lid on the top of the glass bowl and secured it in place before doing the same to the base of the appliance. A smile on his face, he plugged it into the outlet on the wall and got it going, watching as his drink was being prepared. When the cycle was finished, he took out the plug and opened the top back up, ready to drink the reddish-pink mixture.

He was about to grab a glass, until he thought that that would just mean that he had more work to do later on, so he opted to just chug straight from the glass blender container. He connected the lip to his mouth and tilted the jug, letting the smooth, fruity beverage pour down his throat. It began to bunch at the opening up due to the sheer volume of fluid he was trying to consume at once, but it was nothing that a hastening his swallowing couldn't handle. Once the drink was as gone as it could be, he stifled the belch that followed and placed the container in the sink so that it had a chance to soak.

Once feeling completely sated, the gray-furred bat wandered back to his room, ready to hit the hay again. He bellyflopped onto his sheets and closed his eyes, expecting to doze off anew. What instead followed was about an hour of more tossing and turning, with him stuck in the limbo of being both tired but awake at the same time. He desperately wanted to get a good night's sleep, he really did, but it was just one of those nights where his body just wouldn't let him. He pressed a pillow over his face and groaned aloud.

Irked by his failure to rest, he pushed himself out of bed once more. He was miserable in his state of partial fatigue, but figured that if he was up, then he might as well start doing things since he had the time. The only problem now was that he was pretty up to date on his chores, so there was nothing really pressing around the house that needed to be taken care of at that instant. He didn't even have enough dishes to start a round in the dishwasher.

Fingers drumming on his arm, Garret had to deeply think about what else he could occupy his time with. That's when an idea formed in his head. Grabbing his phone, he migrated to the webpage of his gym and looked at their hours of operation, gently smacking his hand on his forehead when he read that they were open twenty-four hours a day. He knew that, he just forgot.

With a plan that he was setting in motion, he grabbed everything that he needed and set off, though he had to find another pair of clothes to wear as he forgot, once again, to put his wet stuff in the dryer. Luckily, his normal attire was ready to go.

***

The early morning air was crisp and felt nice lightly blowing through the bat's fur as he stepped out of his car. The parking lot had way less vehicles in it than he was picturing in his head, but he figured that people weren't quite awake yet. What he wasn't expecting was that, upon entering the building, that no one else was there, not even the staff. He guessed that he was there outside of the faculty member's working hours, but he was anticipating other patrons to be exercising. The thought of having the entire gym floor to himself was exhilarating, which was something that he'd never imagined feeling a week ago.

Taking his usual seat in the locker room, he quickly pulled out his workout gear and got undressed, only to stop when he saw himself in a nearby mirror. His eyes went wide as saucers as he delicately traced over his form, taking in the sights.

No longer was Garret merely athletic, it was more accurate to describe him as ripped. His chest, which remained relatively flat for years, had plumped up into actual pectorals that he could actually feel with his actual hands. They passed the touch test as well, feeling firm and swelling up when he tensed them. His arms, too, had grown bigger, looking many magnitudes larger than they did even a couple days ago. He brought one up to a flex and watched as the peak rose higher than it ever had before, titillating him to his soul.

He had abs. For so long, that was the one group of muscles that he couldn't, for the life of him, ever get to display. There was always just a hint of padding that prevented them from seeing the light of day. But now? These things were out and proud, unafraid to show themselves as the cobblestone slabs that he'd always wanted them to be.

The gray-furred bat's eyes migrated to his legs, his heart beating nearly out of his chest as he could actually see the different muscles in his quads for the first time ever. He noted the ways that they flexed as he ran his hands over them, loving how much they bulged with power when he tensed them. His calves were no joke either - a solid teardrop of muscle that didn't dent no matter how hard he pressed on it.

That was when he got a look at his ass. He had to turn even more just to get a good view of it, but it was worth it to see the majesty that was his dimpled rear. His booty was something spectacular to behold, which he did with both his eyes and hands. Those dimpled cheeks felt heavenly in his grasp, eliciting a moan out of him as the realization that these were his eventually hit him.

It was only just then that Garret became aware of his junk, as his cock had swelled to full mast during his bout of self-worship. Turning back to face the mirror, he had to gasp when he saw just how big his turgid length had gotten. No longer was it the average-sized member that he was happy with a few days ago, now it looked closer to a foot long with the width of a pop can.

Of course, you can't have such a magnificent rod and not have prodigious testicles to pair it with. He marveled at how big his balls were, how heavy they had gotten. They were no longer able to be both held in the same hand, though they weren't quite big enough to fill one on their own just yet. He gingerly swung his hips side to side and watched how his pendulous orbs swayed in the open air. None of this was a dream - this was all real and all him.

The one thing that struck the bat as amazing was the fact that he didn't notice any of this until just now. He must've been so out of it that he didn't realize that he was stretching his clothes out more than usual, though his wardrobe normally consisted of a ton of baggy apparel, to the point that it wasn't totally shocking that he might've missed seeing his growth.

The good news was that it meant that his gym regalia should still be comfortable regardless. Like he suspected, his t-shirt fit just fine though was a little bit snugger than he was used to, but he wasn't about to put his bottoms on just yet.

Garret had to take a moment to fish through his pack before he found the item that he thought would alleviate some of the stress in his workout. Feeling full of triumph, he pulled out the extra large condom and quickly ripped it out of its package. Now, he didn't go out of his way to get these just to joke around and say that he's that huge down there; no, he actually got these as a gag gift from some of his buddies. It was all in good fun, of course, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with them as they were genuinely too big for him. Until now, that is.

It took a bit of fumbling, but he managed to get the rubber out in one piece, taking special care not to shred the material. He'd had some experience with condoms before, sure, but this was on a whole other level than what he was used to. Cautiously, he slid the contraceptive onto his shaft, using his leaking pre as a natural lubricant, until his hands made it to his fuzzy pubic brush. With a nod and the gradual deflation of his prick, he put both his undergarments and his shorts on and headed out to the floor.

Knowing that it'd be best if he stuck to his routine, the gray-furred bat strode over to the bench press. He didn't even bother being calculative in determining just how much weight he needed now and just slid plates on until he felt that it was appropriate. Wiggling himself back first onto the bench, he was able to feel what that kind of beef really felt like and loved it. The sensation of dense musculature pressing into the padding of the bench was simply divine.

He stuck out his hands to grab onto the bar but realized that he didn't have to stretch his arms as much to reach it. Did other parts of his body grow too? Does that mean that he got taller as well? He hadn't considered that possibility, but he'd certainly check after he was done.

With a single heave, Garret hoisted the barbell straight up into the air, barely feeling anything despite it being way heavier than even his personal best. Elation was the only thing that ran through him, but he wasn't about to stop to add more plates as this was just his warmup. He belted out his ten reps with ease but honestly didn't want to stop, instead electing to do all his sets one after the other. Even though he was doing thirty reps in a row, it didn't feel like much of anything to him and he almost didn't want to end.

Not even breaking a sweat, he hopped up onto his feet and gladly shuffled the weights around until he'd piled on a load that he'd once thought would've been impossible to budge, let alone lift. He impishly smirked, wondering if this would even be enough for him. There was only one way to find out.

The bat resumed his supine position on the bench and placed his hands on the metal bar again. The knowledge that this was a genuinely large amount of weight that he was going to try to move gave him a little pause, but it was nothing that a few deep breaths couldn't help with. In one swift motion, he raised the barbell into the air and held it.

He couldn't believe it - not only had he elevated the massive load of weight into the air, but he was also keeping it suspended without it winding him! This in and of itself would've been a cause for celebration, but he wasn't even close to being done. With renewed vigour, he let the bar fall and then hoisted it again, repeating that motion until he'd done an entire set.

The entire time that Garret was doing this, his schlong had reared its head again, traveling down one of the legs of his shorts until the top of the condom could be seen poking out. Errf, he wanted to take care of it because of how damn good this whole thing felt, but he moreso wanted to adhere to his schedule as much as he could. He could masturbate in the shower after he was done since he'd still be fairly alone at that point.

Not feeling the need to take a break, he went back into his reps with gusto. It thrilled him to no end that he was able to pull this off, but it was to the point that he was getting genuinely aroused about it. The rubber that he wore was beginning to fill with his precum, the translucent fluid drooling out of the tip of his dick. It was actually hampering his ability to concentrate on his lifts, but he did his best to ignore it and press on.

The gray-furred bat was smashing weightlifting records with how fast he was moving, but he was struggling more and more the hornier he got. It got to the point where he fumbled his grip slightly but was able to correct himself and continued. He was really gritting his teeth trying to keep himself composed, but the more that his pole throbbed, the more pre that it belched up. His breath was running ragged halfway through his last set, and while he was determined on finishing what he started, his tool had other plans and gave way to his biggest orgasm yet.

Creamy, white seed poured forth from his cocktip as his floodgates burst wide open, ballooning the condom like it was hooked up to a garden hose. He had to let the weight drop onto its rests because his release seemingly sapped him of his strength. The bar clanged as metal contacted metal, but even then it couldn't overpower the sound of the mammal moaning in ecstasy.

While Garret's legs weren't exactly the most stable at the moment, he was still somehow able to slide himself off the bench and onto the floor. He wanted to drop his shorts and free his dong, but there was no possible way that he could do that with how rapidly the condom was expanding.

He winced as his pelvic muscles contracted and released with periodic frequency, thrusting forward to drain his balls of everything they had produced. The rubber was swelling violently with each shot of his jizz, making it look like he was firing off one of what used to be his normal loads with each burst. By the time that he was fully spent and trying to catch his breath, the condom had grown to the size resembling that of a party balloon, a testament to how prodigious his cum tanks had become.

Recovery, curiously, came quickly for the gray-furred bat. Blood had already begun rushing back to his brain, giving him lucidity again. Getting his bearings took no time whatsoever, but what he'd discovered certainly gave him pause.

He was goddamn huge. Actually, he thought that that might not be descriptive enough anymore. He, in fact, was massive, wagering that he'd just surpassed even the most heavyweight of bodybuilders that frequented this gym. He didn't even have to look at his midriff - not that he even could with his protruding pecs in the way - to see that his shirt had pulled to reveal his taut, defined abs. That solidified in his mind that not only had he grown more muscular, but he definitely was taller also!

Garret raised his fists in the air in a pump, his arms bulging out greatly as his wings spread out. His lats, funnily enough, started resembling those leathery appendages, looking wider than they ever had before. Split-peak biceps took up lots of the space around his head, but only what wasn't gobbled up by his titanic traps. Cannonball-like shoulders tensed as he moved his arms around, contributing to his now broad appearance. He'd never have thought in a million years that he'd ever look like this outside of a dream, but now that he was experiencing it in real life he didn't want to go back to how he used to be!

His torso was a goddamn trunk, thicker than any of the trees planted around the gym plaza. His barrel chest looked like couch cushions with how much muscle was stuffed into such a relatively small space, which complemented his rippling back that tensed with every movement. The amount of mass packed into his pecs forced his nipples to point completely downward, a fact he just discovered when he gently groped one, coaxing a soft moan to escape his throat.

The bat's legs had also plumped up considerably, now looking closer to the concrete pillars holding the building up. Every muscle was as dense as steel cable and felt just as strong when he flexed them. His ass was also something to behold as he could feel each globular cheek raise him off the floor when he gave them an errant flex.

The question as to how he got big so quickly swirled around in his head, but he soon understood that every spurt of growth that he'd had thus far came after cumming his brains out. He figured that the sexual energy that coursed through him affected his muscle mass in some capacity, but it shocked him that every release compounded with the previous ones so much. It gave way to a second inquiry - how far could he push it?

Regardless of what he did next, Garret knew that he should at least take care of the condom first. Sliding it off of his prick with an effortless schlick, he held the opening in one hand and got up, marking the first time that he could accurately feel how tight his clothing was on him. It almost prompted him to go again right then and there, but the rational part of his brain won over and he thought that it'd be best if he freshened himself up in the locker room. He'd have plenty of time to get bigger back at home.

There was one other thing on his mind at the moment, and that was the copious amount of seed that he was now holding in the rubber. This was truly the most he'd ever seen produced at once, at least by person. It made an idea grow in his head - would it be weird if he tried some of his cum? He did it yesterday accidentally and witnessed that it wasn't like it tasted bad or anything, but to actually drink some like it was a beverage? That was weird, but no one else was around to see it and object.

The gray-furred bat made up his mind on the spot, opting to try it out to see what it was like. Opening up the now stretched out lip of the condom, he gingerly brought it up to his mouth, latching onto the material with his lips. Like the breakfast he had a few hours ago, he tilted his head back in conjunction with the contraceptive and let his own ballbatter wash down his throat. It was a little off-putting at first due to the fluid being warm, but he got used to it when he remembered how over-productive his balls were now and how much heat they gave off when they churned up more jism.

It wasn't his intention to have more than a single sip of his own brew, but he didn't notice that he'd gone and downed a couple glugs of his semen until he saw how much the condom had been emptied. Blushing profusely, he pulled the rubber out of his mouth and took a breath. In all honesty, it wasn't a bad experience, just a little peculiar.

What happened next completely floored Garret. In an instant, his body rumbled and began to creak outwards, his frame expanding in every direction. He was caught off-guard, unintentionally letting the condom fall to the floor and spilling its contents. There wasn't even enough time to remove his clothes as the seams of the fabric started to stretch to their limits and tear apart. Pretty soon his feet were surrounded by the shredded remnants of his garments and shoes.

He was now in a league of his own, far bigger than any recorded bodybuilder in history, though he wasn't all smiles. There was no explanation that he could come up with to explain what just happened even after racking his brain for several moments. It was only just then that the supplements' warnings flooded back into his head, the dawning horror of realization that he did literally everything that he was told not to. Not only did he use more powder than he was supposed to, but he also ingested vast amounts of his seed. He also then only recognized that his cum had a remarkably similar texture to that of his shakes.

The gray-furred bat had to take a minute or so just to comprehend every thought ripping through his head. He got super lucky that the side effects affected him the way that they did as he easily could've died had the warnings referred to something else. He felt lucky to be alive at the moment but also not at the same time, remembering how the other users online recorded similar growth in a relatively short period of time, though not anywhere to the degree that he did. That right there got his blood pumping and his smirk returning to his face.

Yeah, no one else could even compare to him right now. He was a colossus of a bat, a modern day titan currently basking in the gains he'd achieved. The gym was already a place of worship to those who grinded out their day trying to get as swole as possible, so he didn't think that it was out of the ordinary to do the same with himself. He'd earned it, after all.

Garret groped his prodigious pectorals, feeling how he couldn't even dent the flesh no matter how hard he pressed down. The feeling of pressure was orgasmic, eliciting a moan of approval from him. His sumptuous arms had grown far larger than the waists of the biggest of patrons, no doubt that they were stronger than them as well. He wanted to keep going, but all his caressing and self-loving was shooting impulses throughout his nervous system, triggering his arousal to spike the hardest that it ever had.

His attention moved squarely to his monumental endowment, needing to use both hands just to rub his pole, and even then he couldn't encircle it anymore! It had grown exponentially with the rest of him, though maybe moreso as the tip of his pushed higher than his chest to the point where he could see it level with his mouth. This gave him an intoxicating idea that he'd already decided upon doing.

Letting himself crash to the floor with an earth-quaking boom, the bat groaned as he stroked his girthy length, bringing it as close as he could to his mouth. He couldn't exactly move his head forward much due to the tremendous amount of muscle in his traps and pecs keeping it in place, but he had more than enough slack to successfully get his cocktip inside of his mouth. He slavered over the sensitive flesh with his tongue, shivering abruptly when he dug it into his susceptible glans.

His ministrations arose excitement out of his, moaning around the cockflesh stuffing his mouth full. His earlier judgement was incorrect - sucking yourself off was awesome! He gently, but firmly, massaged his shaft, feeling his heartbeat through the throbbing veins snaking down the length. Those gargantuan nuts of his absolutely roiled with seed, so big, in fact, that his already swollen legs had to be splayed out even farther just to have them fit, and even then it still wasn't enough.

Garret kneaded his tool, feeling how protruding his cumpipe was despite not even really being that full yet. Thick pre oozed out of his dickslit, washing his tongue with the masculine-tasting fluid. It was ambrosial nectar of the gods and he wanted more. His tongue slathered his penis with saliva, coating it temporarily until he pulsed out more and more precum.

Not content with merely being along for the ride, his body pushed itself closer to climax as well. The signals sent to his prostate caused his lower half to flex uncontrollably, making his legs lightly squish his testosterone factories. They gurgled in response, sending another gush of preseed down his throat. His whole body was beginning to go into overdrive, and he wasn't about to stop it for the world.

The gray-furred bat's rubbing picked up tenfold, now actively trying to get himself off as quickly as he could. He was feral in his intensity, growling as he pistoned his hands up and down his mammothian rod. All the while his balls keep churning, waiting to unleash the biggest load known to any organism on the planet.

His ass clenched as hard as it could in reaction to nearing orgasm, those dimpled cheeks likely heavier than pretty much any of the other patrons by this point. He could smell his own musk wafting off his sweat-matted fur, the heady, masculine scent driving his brain haywire. The motions of his hands picked up even more speed in the attempt to get himself off sooner. It was working wonders.

Garret's breathing grew ragged the closer he got to release, each stronger breath he took indicating that he was about to blow. He kept up the tempo of his stroking as much as he could, but he couldn't stop the involuntary slowdown that his hands experienced. Needy whines slipped past his lips, communicating just how much he wanted this to happen. A couple of fondles later and he was finally home free, much to his delight.

His cum tanks sent forth everything they produced, geysering his seed up his cock and into his mouth as if it were a fire hydrant that had just burst. The blast was brutal, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. All he could do was rapidly swallow the incoming deluge of sperm stuffing his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed with every massive gulp, but he didn't slow down at all. He was going to ingest everything that he had to offer no matter how long it was going to take him.

It was starting to get a bit surprising to the gray-furred bat just how much cum he was making, but that only made sense since he was the biggest stud to ever exist on the planet. None of the creamy, pearlescent liquid dripped onto either himself or the floor as his lips were clamped down on his cockflesh and acting like an airtight seal. The whole process was exhilarating, but he could sense that it was coming to a close. Time to wrap this up.

His endowment had begun to spasm in his grip as it tried to push the last little bits of cum out, each burst likely being able to fill a bucket on its own. All the while this was happening, he used his tongue to stimulate the tip of his manhood to try and coax out whatever was left in his balls. When he felt the flow slow to a trickle, he let go and let his prick flop against his pecs, then leaned his head back as far as it would go and sighed contentedly. This was the greatest day of his life!

In one final act of defiance to the laws of nature and physics, Garret's body took in all of his potent jizz and used it as nutritious fuel for one more growth spurt. Once more, his frame broadened all over, muscles creaking as they hastily tore apart and repaired themselves. His point of view was also changing as his head was losing distance to the ceiling of the gym. With how tall the room was, coupled with the fact that he was currently sitting down, he roughly estimated that he might indeed be nearing ten feet in height, a thought that nearly made him chub up again.

None of the professional bodybuilders on the Earth could ever compare to the godly bulk of the man growing in the midst of the gym. Their work in the iron pit would have to be multiplied by magnitudes if they didn't want to pale in comparison to him anymore. He felt extremely wide and heavy all over, which made his heart flutter with glee. He couldn't stop himself from giggling as he saw more of his field of vision get swallowed up by his incredibly bulging pecs.

The gray-furred bat's traps rose up greatly, actually kissing the bottom of his ears. It meant that he'd lose a ton of his head's mobility, but the rest of his body still retained most of its flexibility. His arms now had to rest at forty-five degree angles due to the sheer amount of musculature piled onto his frame, with his biceps in particular pushing them away as they fought his winglike lats for the space they both needed.

He wagered that he could crush a car if he were to sit his enormously huge rump on one, perhaps even flattening it into a disk made of metal, plastic, and glass should one ever find its way in between the leviathan slabs of muscle on his chest. He felt like he could lift buildings right off of their foundation now, maybe even the gym he was in! Oh, the possibilities were endless now.

Garret was only then starting to come down from his muscular high, though he totally enjoyed reveling in his growth. Taking stock of his surroundings, all he could see was himself stretching in every direction because of the gobs of muscle crammed onto his frame, though what he couldn't see he could definitely feel. His arms were larger than the car he drove here with and likely stronger than the biggest of cranes. His legs were comparable to redwoods now, though they might actually be bigger if he flexed them. He couldn't wait to actually give his body some tests to see what he was truly capable of now.

But in all his mental celebrations, one important realization broke through everything else. "Damn, what am I gonna tell everyone who walks in here?" He hadn't thought of how he'd explain what happened to him, and no doubt other people would want in on his secret - he couldn't let that happen. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only issue. "Wait, how am I getting out of here?"

The bat didn't have much time to contemplate any answers as he just heard the front door to the gym open.