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"Almost..." Bloodfang whispered to himself, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he piped a decorative line of icing around the top edge of his latest cake. The fifteen-foot dragon's concentration was entirely squared on the baked good in front of him, his dense muscles steady as he made the piping bag in his hands repeatedly dance, forming peaks around the circular perimeter. A less-experienced baker might panic when dealing with work requiring this much focus, but to a master of the craft like himself, he knew that he just needed to take it slow and that he would finish eventually.

"There!" He stepped back, admiring his work. The bright-pink cake had been delicately trimmed with navy-blue icing, an effortless task for the dragon as he'd been dealing with making food for many years at this point. One wouldn't expect that of him if they were to look at him; they'd believe that with his gargantuan physique that he'd be trying everything possible to get bigger than he already was. Quite the opposite, in fact!

The dragon was a veritable titan, and yet his passion in life had nothing to do with his body. He was a skilled chef after training for so long to work in the kitchen. Baking is just what he chose to specialize in as the opportunity to open a bakery happened at the perfect time, and he couldn't pass up the chance. It was a pretty sweet gig, no pun intended.

As a first-time small-business owner, Bloodfang was moderately successful in his endeavours. This inspired him to go ahead and purchase higher-end equipment that he'd had his eye on for ages, only he ran into a snag: he wasn't exactly in the best financial stability to be making an acquisition like that.

Sure, he wasn't completely destitute of money after the fact, but his wallet was certainly hurting. It made him hope that business would pick up and that more customers would stop by and browse his goods. He knew that it would take some time, but he'd get right back to where he was before.

All this self-reflection had caused him to lose track of his surroundings, not noticing that he wasn't alone in his shop anymore. "Hey, that looks pretty good!" A deep voice rumbled out.

"God fuck!" Bloodfang nearly jumped out of his skin. He clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart. "You absolute bastard, I thought I told you not to scare me like that."

"Uh, I wasn't trying to." Deathfang laughed, the humongous Tyrannosaurus Rex laughed. He figured that he must've caught the lizard in his thoughts again. "I just wanted to see how my dear baby brother was doing on this fine day."

"Please, we're twins. We're the same age." Bloodfang pointed out.

"I still came first." Deathfang stuck his tongue out at the overgrown lizard.

Bloodfang took a moment to collect himself after being startled. "Right. Well, if you must know, I am actually busy with my work, so I don't think I'd have a whole lot of time to talk right now."

"Really, now." Deathfang leaned over the front counter, his muscle shirt almost at its limit trying to contain all the bulk piled onto his torso. "You don't have any time to talk with your brother?"

Bloodfang snorted as he placed the cake into the display case resting on the far end of the counter. That was where the most eye-catching baked goods went. "Not unless you plan on buying something."

Deathfang sighed, taking out his wallet. "Fine, hand me that apple fritter." His purchase got rung up and he paid with his credit card, accepting the deep-fried dessert. It only took one bite before he stopped, nearly choking as he chuckled. "Oh shit!" He swallowed the rest to clear his mouth. "That's actually really good."

"Made fresh this morning," Bloodfang proudly beamed, "with a lot of love."

"You must make a killing off these!" Deathfang had already polished the fritter and was licking his hands clean of icing.

That got Bloodfang to bite his lip in frustration. "Not as much as I'd like, in all honesty."

"Actually? Here I thought you'd be swimming in money right now." Deathfang seemed genuinely shocked to hear that his twin wasn't doing as well as he imagined. "What do your profits look like, anyway?"

Bloodfang grimaced, his gaze falling to his feet. "Uh, not amazing right now. I just spent a small fortune buying a bunch of professional-grade equipment, like that cake mixer that I talked to you about earlier."

"Right, I remember now." Deathfang scratched his chin in thought. "And you haven't recouped all of the costs yet?"

Bloodfang shook his head before rubbing his eyes. "Not yet, unfortunately."

"Seriously?!" Deathfang was at a loss for words. "You should be making money hand over fist! Like, look at that cake over there in the display case." He pointed to the ornately decorated dessert put on show for the public, which was actually far bigger than one would find in a bakery not owned by the dragon. "That could easily feed a normal-sized family of five for a week straight. That should turn a profit without trying."

"I mean, stuff like that does sell for quite a bit, it's just that the money I earn from customers hasn't covered the cost of these investments yet." Bloodfang opened the flip-up countertop to get to where the dinosaur was standing. "I'm doing pretty well for myself all things considered, but it would just be nice to have more people in here buying stuff, you know?" He rubbed the back of his bull neck. "I feel like it'll be months before I'm financially comfortable again."

"Huh, weird. This seems like a prime location for foot traffic." Deathfang narrowed his brow as he looked around the bakery. "What's your marketing budget look like?"

Bloodfang tilted his head in mild confusion. "My what?"

Deathfang's gaze then locked onto his brother, a brow quirked. "You know, for advertising your business."

"Uhh..." Bloodfang's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when he was asked that.

"You really haven't made any advertisements for your bakery?" Deathfang couldn't help but laugh with his face in his hands. "You're my brother and I love you and all, but you're terrible at the business aspect of this."

"I know, I know." Bloodfang felt the complete opposite emotion to his twin, opting to hide his face in his hand instead. "I guess I just thought that I could get by on word-of-mouth alone."

"The people who can do that are the lucky ones. The rest of us have to pay to have people know about us." A wry smirk curled the corner of Deathfang's mouth as he rested his meaty arm on the countertop, giving his brother a knowing look. "You know, part of your problem might be the name of the establishment."

Bloodfang felt offended at the remark. "What's wrong with 'Bloodfang Bakery'? That's just my name!"

"Yeah, but how many people know that?" Deathfang inquired.

He didn't even think of that possibility. The realization hit Bloodfang like a ton of bricks if they were scaled to a size where one might hurt if thrown at him. "Okay, good point."

"There's a lot that could be done to attract more customers, but it'll take time." Deathfang began to walk around the shop with his hands behind his back. "There's some minor things that could be taken care of instantly, but there's also bigger ones that will need a lot longer to deal with." He finished his stroll by stopping in front of the dragon. "Do you have the time?"

"Yes and no?" Bloodfang shrugged his boulder shoulders. "If things stay as they are, I'll just have to be frugal until I'm comfortable again. Otherwise I'd need an injection of cash if I wanna do some more stuff around here."

That last sentence got Deathfang to perk up. "So what you're saying is that you might need to take on more work?"

"I guess I will if I have to." Bloodfang cringed, not enjoying his options.

"Then I've got the perfect job for a man your size!" Deathfang was almost bouncing out of his shoes with excitement.

On the one hand, Bloodfang was happy with the fact that there was the possibility that his overspending could be fixed. On the other hand, he didn't always enjoy hearing what his brother had to say. "I don't think I particularly like how you phrased that."

Deathfang reached into the pocket of his gym shorts - which were practically the only thing that fit him these days - and pulled out a regular-sized newspaper clipping. "Et, voila!"

Bloodfang raised a brow in curiosity. "What's with the newspaper?"

"I... crushed my phone again..." Deathfang pursed his lips, a wave of embarrassment rolling over him. "I've dropped that thing so many goddamn times, yet the one time I accidentally sit on it is the time that it breaks on me."

Bloodfang couldn't help but chortle when he heard that. "Aha, we're not so different after all."

"Yes, well, I first saw this online, but I also saw that they made a print ad as well." Deathfang nudged his brother. "See? That's the power of advertising!" He snickered, placing the newspaper on the counter, flipped to a full-page advertisement. "Here, have a look."

Bloodfang did just that, briefly scanning the ad before stopping when he read one word in particular. "I think I'd do almost anything besides that."

"Come on, what's wrong with it? You said you needed the money, right?" Deathfang shot his brother a knowing glance.

Bloodfang fidgeted in place. "I know, it's just-"

"What's wrong with being a Crusher?" Deathfang asked point blank.

Bloodfang sighed. "It's just not what I had in mind for my life. That's not my passion, it's yours." It was then that a very good question popped into his head. "Wait, why are they informing people who can't even qualify for the job of its existence?"

"Why don't you actually read the thing?" Deathfang pointed to the ad with a large index finger. "They're asking if normal-sized people happen to know people like us who can help them. They're clearly desperate if they're posting the job where other demographics could see it." He let out an exasperated sigh, not understanding what the problem was. "You've got the body for it, and it's not like any random person can apply. You and I were born like this. A Crusher could be anybody from any species, sure, but not everyone grows up to be as huge as we are. So, what's the issue?"

Bloodfang nervously looked at the tiled floor. "I've got this body, sure, but I don't particularly want to tear down buildings. It doesn't seem all that exciting."

"Oh dude, it's loads of fun! You'd get to stretch your wings out and not have to worry about breaking anything because that's the whole point! And at the end of the day, you get to feel satisfied because you toppled that building over." It was apparent that Deathfang's words weren't getting through to the dragon, so he switched up his tactics. "I understand that you don't like it, but what other choices do you really have? You need money, this will give you the easiest money that you'll ever get."

The thought of being a Crusher was one of the most unappealing things that Bloodfang could think of, yet his twin was right. He hated that his twin was right, but he needed cash if he didn't want to have to cut corners just to run his business. Somehow it was still possible to back a fifteen-foot titan into a corner. "Goddamn it, I'll do it." He gave a defeated sigh. "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing!" Deathfang beamed, not entirely expecting this outcome, but still thrilled that it was happening. "I can go ahead and set everything up since I'm already in the system. I know you'll be a shoo-in since everyone who works there knows me."

***

"I can't believe I actually signed up for this." Bloodfang sighed as he palmed his face with both hands. It had been a few days since he had the conversation with his brother, and he'd just been handed his first assignment. He was given a bungalow not far from where the beach was located, and if it weren't in a rougher part of the city he could totally imagine a regular-sized family living there.

"Nah, don't worry about it, it'll be great! Being a Crusher is more than just a lifestyle or job, trust me." Deathfang cheered his brother on, though it was lost on the dragon. "I think you're gonna be fantastic at this. Heh, I know I am." He gave his twin a wry smirk.

The idea of being good at this got Bloodfang to slump his head forward. "Oh, I'm aware of how great you are. You wouldn't stop talking about it the whole way here."

"Sorry." Deathfang shined his pearly whites at his brother.

"So, this is all I have to do today then?" Bloodfang pointed to the house in front of him. "Just this one?"

Deathfang's expression flipped on a dime, now taking on a more instructing demeanour. "Uh, yeah, this is all you'll have to take care of today. I know for a fact that some of the other buildings around here have already been assigned to people."

"Alright then." Bloodfang steeled himself, taking a few deep breaths to get ready, only to stop when a question ran through his head that he hadn't gotten answered yet. "Wait, why are they getting guys like me to do this? Aren't there people specially trained to take on jobs like this?"

"There are, but at a certain point the buildings get too large to let the demolition companies tackle them head-on without it getting expensive. So the city thought to try letting big guys take on these jobs, and it proved so cost-efficient that people like you are now the go-to for demolishing buildings like skyscrapers." Deathfang explained. Clearly he'd been in the system long enough to know all that off by heart.

Bloodfang shrugged his cannonball-like shoulders; he couldn't argue with that, but it still didn't make everything clear. "So why am I destroying what looks like a family home?"

"Ah, that's for training purposes." Deathfang grinned, excited that his brother was going to be taking part in the job that he loved so much. "You gotta start somewhere, right?"

Bloodfang was less enthusiastic about the prospect. "But what if someone happens to walk by when I'm doing this?"

Deathfang chuckled. "Oh, there's no one around for miles. This area started getting abandoned years ago, and the city was tired of having to make sure that these old, dilapidated buildings didn't accidentally fall apart. There's nothing to worry about at all."

Bloodfang still felt hesitant about the whole thing. "But what about all the debris after I'm done? I can't exactly just leave that lying around."

"Okay, you're putting way more thought into this than I figured you would." Deathfang boomed, his laugh heard around the area that they were currently in. "The city might not be able to afford the demolition of these larger buildings, but they can cover the cost of cleanup no problem." He placed his hand on his brother's broad trap, feeling how tense he was. "You're getting paid handsomely anyway, so just think of the money more than anything else."

"Right, the money." That was why Bloodfang was out there, after all. He did everything that he could think of to hype himself up, including rubbing his face to wake himself up as much as possible, bouncing from one foot to the other to induce blood flow across his body, as well as muttering pleasantries to himself under his breath to get himself in the right mindset. This was a whole new experience and he wanted to make sure that it went smoothly.

He looked at the house and visualized how best he should tackle it. It honestly probably didn't need to be thought about this much, but he was new at this and didn't exactly know what he was doing.

With a clap of his mighty hands, he got down to business. He had a hunch that the roof wasn't as structurally sound as it looked, so he opted to slam a powerful stomper on it, feeling vindicated that he was proven correct as the support beams holding up the ceiling were crunched beneath his foot.

It still meant that the far walls of the rectangular bungalow remained standing, but those were nothing that he couldn't take out with his hands. It took a little bit of effort since he didn't have gravity on his side like with his foot, but enough force was applied that they came down fairly effortlessly.

Pleased with himself, Bloodfang stood up and wiped his hands clean of any detritus that clung to his scales. He turned to the dinosaur with a smile on his face. "So... is that it then, yeah? Job well done?"

"I mean..." Deathfang sighed, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "Yes, you're technically done, but you showed no flair when doing it."

Bloodfang's expression dropped slightly. "But this is a job. I did what was asked of me and I expect to get compensated for it."

"And you will, but have some fun with it, man." Deathfang was adamant that enjoying the process was part of completing these assignments. "Come on, you gotta express yourself!" He threw his arms into the biggest most-muscular pose around, the thick veins snaking down his arms popping out as much as his pecs were in his muscle shirt. "Show off a little." With one final roar, he tensed his body so hard that the incredibly strained fabric couldn't take any more stress and got shredded into a multitude of ribbons that fluttered to the ground in a loose pile around his feet.

Bloodfang observed his twin's display of strength and chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can absolutely understand why you like this job so much now."

"Yeah, so now you gotta do that too!" Deathfang playfully punched his brother in the arm, who barely felt it.

"Maybe I'll keep that in mind for the next job." Bloodfang nodded. "Speaking of which, what exactly do I do now? Do I just ask for another job now?"

Deathfang slung his brawny arm over his brother's wide shoulders and pulled him in close to his meaty body. "Don't worry about that right now. The mayor's the one who hands out the tasks to us, so he's probably got another one lined up for you." His trademark smirk curled the edges of his mouth yet again. "But we oughta see him anyway. He loves the work his Crushers do and would definitely wanna meet you in person. Believe me, he takes good care of us."

***

The dinosaur wasn't lying when he said that the mayor took care of the Crushers. Bloodfang's next job was in a different part of the city, which unfortunately was completely opposite where he lived and meant that it'd take him a good amount of time just to even get to the demolition site. Hearing that, the mayor went and put him up in a hotel far closer to where his job would take place. The act genuinely shocked him as his assignment was still days away, but he was grateful, nonetheless.

It was the first time that he'd been inside a hotel that could actually house members of the public as big as him. He'd always heard that places like that existed, but he'd never actually tried one out for himself, and now that he was here he could definitively say that they're everything that he'd always heard that they were.

The sheer amount of space was breathtaking to Bloodfang. His apartment was sized for him as well, but this place made his entire pad look like a walk-in closet in comparison. There was so much room to spread his wings out that he could stretch them as far as they would go and neither of them would touch a wall in any direction that he tried.

And the food! He couldn't remember having food service before, and he certainly didn't expect it to be this high class. Horror stories about hotel culinary experiences were expressed to him in vivid detail, yet what he received was nothing like any of that. He considered himself very lucky.

But the most important aspect to Bloodfang about all of this was the fact that he had financial security now. The biggest weight on his shoulders was finally relieved, meaning that he could actually relax.

"Ahh." Bloodfang beamed, reveling in the silken sheets that lined his expansive bed. He couldn't fathom just how expensive all of this would've been.

Truth be told, while he was thrilled to bits that he got to bask in all this opulence, his job wasn't entirely why he was put up here. Some Crushers out there had a tendency to lash out and demand more than what they were given, leaving the mayor to scramble and provide better offers to them for fear of their threats being fulfilled. He hadn't actually met anyone that acted like that, but he knew of their existence. And if you were to ask him, he'd tell you that the idea that he was checked into this swanky hotel as a means of protection saddened him a fair bit. He wasn't the heartless brute that some of the others were. He was a man of integrity who tried his very best to do as good of a job as he could no matter what he was doing. He wanted the world to know that he was a Crusher who cared.

Perhaps he might as well make that known since he was here. Bloodfang knew that the hotel had several amenities that he wanted to try while he stayed there, the first of which being the pool. It'd been ages since he took a dip in a pool big enough for him!

The swim trunks that he'd brought with him were bought years ago after the last time that he noticed that he had grown, but he figured that they should still be serviceable. Sure enough they fit, if a little tightly.

The walk to the pool was uneventful for Bloodfang, but not so much to the other patrons of the hotel. As they passed the titanic dragon in the hallways leading to the courtyard they got to see his ample package in all its glory, the material of the swim shorts stretched around his bulk and leaving nothing to the imagination. His rippling quads were on display for all to see, undulating for all to see. It wouldn't have been the first time that his clothing looked practically painted on.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel constricted by the garment in the slightest. They had enough give to them that he could walk around impeded, even if he didn't notice the show that he was giving to everyone else.

After what felt like several minutes of walking through the resort complex, Bloodfang eventually stumbled across the pool. He didn't even take a second to have a look around and just waded right into the temperature-controlled water. This was probably the nicest that he'd felt in ages.

He submerged himself as a way to get used to the water, only to bump into someone much smaller than him on the way up. "Oops, sorry, little guy!" He apologized, profusely blushing.

"Little?!" The other man was a tiger, and positively massive for someone half of the height of the dragon. Very few regular-sized folks had the Herculean physique that this cat possessed, and he seemed royally peeved that someone dared to undermine him like that. "I'll have you know that-" The striped cat angrily turned around, only to stop in his tracks when he saw the behemoth of a dragon. "You know what, 'little' seems apt in comparison to you."

"Listen, I really am sorry about that." Bloodfang bashfully admitted. "It's sometimes hard to gauge how much space I take up."

"No, no, I completely get it. It's fine." The tiger's complexion flipped when he saw that the larger man was truly regretful for his actions. "I gotta be honest, even though this place is decked out for guys your size, I think you're the first person I've seen that fits that bill." He smiled warmly. "The name's Steve Jones."

"Bloodfang." Bloodfang reciprocated.

Steve cocked his head. "Huh, that's an interesting name that I don't think will be used again in this lifetime."

Bloodfang smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "My folks were just interesting people, I guess."

"So what brings you here?" Steve inquired, leaning his burly arms on the edge of the pool. "You a bodyguard for someone important or something?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that at all." Bloodfang waved his hands in front of his barrel chest. "I'm here to take down some abandoned buildings in the area."

Steve quirked a brow. "So you're construction then?"

Bloodfang shook his head. "No, I'm what's called a 'Crusher'. I work for the mayor directly."

The term was lost on Steve, who racked his brain trying to think of what it meant. "I can't say I've ever heard of that before..."

"It's basically a guy like me who's employed by the city to destroy old buildings so that new ones can be put up. They do it a lot faster than a company could." Bloodfang disclosed to the tiger. "I'm actually really new at this. I wasn't one until recently."

Steve's face contorted into confusion. "What exactly does that mean?"

In contrast, Bloodfang's cheeks shone a rosy pink as he realized that he now had to explain the job that he wasn't particularly fond of. "Okay, uh, so I'm a big guy, right? Well, the mayor saw that buildings around the city had become derelict and wanted them gone, but regular demolition companies were charging too much. So he got the idea to ask people like me to take them down instead! It's no skin off our noses, and we get compensated for it in return."

Steve rapped his fingers across his cheek as he processed the information given to him. "Interesting..." He wondered just how qualified this guy was to take down old buildings. "So what do you think of the job then?"

The question got Bloodfang to purse his lips as he searched his feelings. "It's okay, I guess. A gig is a gig is a gig... is a gig." He looked down at the smaller, but stacked, tiger. "What about you?"

"I'm actually in real estate, and let me tell you, business is booming right now!" Steve proudly stated, flashing the dragon a winning smile. "Probably in part to people like you taking care of all those deserted buildings plaguing the cityscape."

"Ha, yeah, they were becoming more and more of an eyesore these days." Bloodfang happened to notice an empty set of chairs lined by the edge of the pool by a table, with one of them even being big enough to seat him. "Say, did you wanna take this outside of the water?"

"I'd genuinely love to, but I can't right now. I was actually planning on returning to my room to take care of some things, though I'm more than ready to leave the pool. I can feel my skin pruning through my fur." Steve lifted himself from the body of water with relative ease, showing off his hunky arms as his triceps flared out wide. "We'll hang out some other time."

Bloodfang watched the tiger give him a brief wave before walking in the direction of the lobby. Even though it didn't last long, he was happy that he was able to talk with somebody and show them that he was more than just his body!

At least, that's how he interpreted it.

***

Meetings were the absolute worst things to Steve, especially ones that he figured could've been emails instead. He'd just spent the last hour and a half in a grueling conference where the only thing that happened was statistics being discussed. Important, sure, but painfully tedious. He didn't even want to look at his laptop now.

He flipped himself off of the luxury bed and onto his feet, stretching out his entire body after laying in the same position for what felt like an eternity. All he wanted right now was to do something, but he couldn't choose what. Maybe hit up the pool again?

That got Steve thinking about his encounter with Bloodfang. He thought that the dragon was a bit odd in that he didn't enjoy utilizing his size like others of his stature did, but that certainly made him unique amongst all the other people he'd ever met. For some reason he was having trouble recalling parts of the conversation that he had with the lizard not too long ago. "What the hell did he call himself? A 'Demolisher'? 'Destroyer'? 'Breaker'?" His brow furrowed as he tried his best to pinpoint the exact word used, only to have it rush to the front of his mind in an instant. "'Crusher', that's it! Now, what the hell is a Crusher?"

He planted himself back on the bed and opened a search engine in the browser of his laptop. In a fraction of a second his computer spit out many, many videos of Crushers in action, so he decided it'd be best to watch the most popular one since it seemed like that was what best exemplified the profession.

"Huh, this guy's name is 'Deathfang'. I wonder if there's any relation." Steve was greeted with the sight of a behemothian Tyrannosaurus Rex, grinning from ear to ear as what looked like a construction foreman who was three times as short gave him a thumbs up. The dinosaur then boasted about how they got the right man for the job before flexing out of his clothes, shorts included. His schlong was leviathan and throbbing while his pendulous balls swung in what little space his rippling thighs had to offer them. All the while the camera's focal point was glued to the titan.

The building getting demolished looked to be an old skyscraper in the industrial district of the city, far away from the general populace. That was a good thing as the giant was dripping slick precum at a steady rate. He only just realized that the video was hosted on a porn website.

Steve watched as the dinosaur sized up the building with libidinous intent, only to effortlessly grip onto opposite sizes and flex his overbearing pectorals into a multitude of support beams. This instantaneously had an effect as the rest of the building creaked and groaned due to the lack of a foundation beneath it.

The giant then thrusted his mighty pillar into the structure and pistoned his hips back and forth, using the building as an industrial fleshlight. His fingers that were gripped onto the sides of the skyscraper began to indent it, leaving imprints that only weakened it further. The humping was having an immediate result as more and more of the building buckled every time his pelvis contacted it. It wasn't long before he climaxed inside the structure as it crumpled into debris, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Needless to say, Steve was transfixed by the whole thing, his eyes never leaving the screen as his mouth hung agape. Never in his life had he seen something like this take place, and yet this was supposedly a not uncommon practice in his city. He guessed that it was because very few people actually knew what this occupation was and knew to look for it, since it seemed like a real audience at the site itself never materialized.

"Wait, that's what Bloodfang is supposed to be?" He recalled the friendly demeanour of the dragon and thought about how much the titan's attitude contrasted with the video that he just watched. "I can't see him like that at all." It made him question why the lizard chose to work in this field in the first place.

Perhaps he should meet up with the larger man sooner than he initially anticipated.

***

It had been days since their initial encounter; Bloodfang and Steve had started becoming a lot friendlier with one another and looked forward to spending time in one another's company. They got to hear all about each other's life stories and compare them. They were amazed at how different the paths they took to get here ended up being.

Bloodfang leaned back in his pool chair. "Did you know that I served?"

Steve quirked a brow, looking up at the big dragon's face. "'Served' as in..."

"Served overseas." Bloodfang stated matter-of-factly.

That got Steve to nearly fall out of his chair? "Wait, like, in the military? A guy like you was in the military?"

Bloodfang nodded, casually resting the back of his head on his hands. "Yeah, I was in the army for a bit."

"Oh shit, I had no idea you got deployed!" Steve would be lying if he said that he wasn't genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, though I wouldn't get too worked up about it. I was stationed as a cook slinging grub to the other troops, and the only reason I did it was so that I could pay for college." Bloodfang had mentioned that fact before to other people and usually got a disappointed reaction, which was something that he never understood. As such, he braced for such a response from the feline.

Steve, on the other hand, was genuinely impressed. He didn't have to work nearly as hard to go to school. "Damn, I had my tuition paid for by my parents." It was then that he comprehended how lucky he really was. "How come you didn't wanna be out on the frontlines?"

"Didn't really want to; it wasn't my calling. Plus, I don't think I would've been all that great at it." Bloodfang admitted, his gaze angling to the tiled floor of the pool's edge.

"You're incredibly humble, almost to a fault." Steve meant that in earnest as he'd never met someone as big as the lizard be so polite and unpretentious before. He strongly wished that others would follow suit.

"Yeah, well, kinda comes with the territory. Also, I never really had a reason to be mean to people, so I just wasn't." Bloodfang confessed. "I mean, I didn't wanna make anyone else's life miserable as my own hasn't been all sunshine and roses. I have to eat a ton of food for every meal just to sustain myself, I have a tendency to shred my clothing because of an errant flex that I wasn't planning for, I haven't owned a phone in ages because I just kept accidentally crushing them, and above all I have to constantly watch that I don't hurt someone because it's really easy for me to do so." His prodigious pectorals rose and fell with every breath that he took, the material of his shirt stretching as he did so. It was an indication that he was very well versed in dealing with his size. "Hell, I haven't even gone out to watch a movie in years because I haven't comfortably fit inside a movie theatre since I was fifteen! It's kinda dumb, but I really miss that."

Steve was a giant among people his size, both in height and muscle mass. He worked hard to get the body that he possessed, spending long hours in the gym honing his physique. All of that made him think that being huge only got better and better the bigger one got, and yet here was someone saying the complete opposite. It was a legitimately eye-opening experience. "Goddamn, that's actually pretty miserable."

"Yeah, I kinda feel ashamed that my life has been so inconvenient, not only to me, but to the people around me." The expression on Bloodfang's face twisted into one of melancholy. "The last ride I ever took on the city bus was one where I nearly grounded the vehicle because it just nearly couldn't support my weight."

That got Steve thinking. He placed his chin in the crooks of his hands between his index fingers and thumbs, examining the dragon. "You know what, as terrible as all that is, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed about. You're an incredible example of a person, both outside and in, and I think I might know of a way that you could feel better about yourself."

"Oh?" Bloodfang's curiosity was piqued. "How?"

"Take off your shirt." Steve directed.

Bloodfang's bewilderment was evident almost immediately. "Okay, you've lost me."

"Yeah, just don't wear it for however long you're staying here." Steve shrugged his relatively large shoulders.

"And how exactly do you think this will help me?" Confusion wriggled onto Bloodfang's face.

"Because you're always hiding yourself." Steve spoke in a strong, yet surprisingly gentle manner. "What I'm suggesting is a simple way that you can open yourself up to the world and understand that you don't need to be concealed anymore. I think it will really help you."

It took Bloodfang a hot second to take in the tiger's words. "I guess that's not actually a bad reason." He mulled it over for a moment, before ultimately agreeing with the sentiment. "I suppose I'll give it a shot." For the first time in a long time, Bloodfang felt confident enough to hit the streets without the top half of his body covered up. If only there were pools everywhere - he might've felt this way a lot sooner.

"Yeah, just like that!" Steve cheered the larger man on. It was just then that he really got a look at the dragon's torso, seeing how vast and expansive the musculature was, not to mention thick. The lizard's pecs alone looked able to outweigh a tank each. "Say," he pushed himself to his feet, "why don't you show me what you're capable of?"

Bloodfang now wondered if he was slightly in over his head. "I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing major, it's just that I've never seen someone your size up close in person before. Um..." Steve scanned the courtyard by the pool to see if there was something that the dragon could show off with, eventually finding something. "Oh, perfect! You see those trees over there that were just dropped off by the nursery a few hours ago?"

Bloodfang looked where the striped cat was pointing and saw a vast array of fully-grown trees from all over the climate range. There was everything from palm trees to oak, but it made him wonder how well the majority of them would do in a place like this. "Yeah, what about them?"

The grin on Steve's face only grew as he blurted out more of his plan. "Can you pick one of them up?"

"Seriously?" Bloodfang really wasn't sure of a good reason why he should but seeing as they hadn't been planted yet he believed that no harm would be done. "I guess I can." He picked himself up and then lumbered over to where the trees were sitting, roots wrapped in tarps holding in soil. A quick once-over was given to determine what looked like the heaviest tree before he settled on a hefty spruce, covered in needles.

"Ooh, good choice!" Steve watched in rapt amazement as the titan curled his fingers around the trunk of the tree. Counting down from three, the dragon clenched his arm and hoisted the plant high above his head in what seemed like an effortless manner.

"Huh, easier than I thought it'd be." Bloodfang had to admit that he might, in fact, be stronger than he looked.

Steve could only clap at the display, loving the way the other man's muscles undulated with his movements. "Bravo. Very well done!"

"Thanks!" Bloodfang lowered the tree back into its spot, careful to not damage any part of it. "Okay, that was fun, I think I should-"

"What about that car over there?" Steve was already excitedly pointing towards a vehicle parked on the side of the street.

Bloodfang felt more uneasy than he did before. "I don't think I should, whoever owns that car might get real sore about me lifting it without asking."

Steve stopped himself; in his haste to get the giant to open himself up, he forgot that not everything in the area was property of the hotel and couldn't be covered by huge gobs of money. That's when he got another idea. "Oh, I just thought of something!" He turned tail and took off down the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the nearby marina.

"Hey, wait up!" Bloodfang wanted to chase after the kitty as fast as he could, but the last time he ran in the street he left footprints in the asphalt that needed extensive repairs to fix. He had no choice but to walk. Eventually, he caught up to the tiger, who was chatting it up with the middle-aged turtle captain of a submarine, who offered underwater tours of the bay.

Steve saw the shadow across his face grow bigger, turning around with a smirk on his face when he saw the dragon stroll up. "Great news, Clint, here, said that you can lift his sub!"

"Absolutely!" Clint nodded, his smile stretching from ear-to-ear. "I haven't seen someone try that myself, so I think it'd be a lot of fun. Most of everything is bolted down in there, so as long as it's a straight up-and-down motion you should be okay."

Bloodfang was incredulous when he looked down at the yoked feline. "How do you just casually know the captain of a sub?"

"Oh, he's a friend of my dad's from college. I've known him for years." Steve flashed his Hollywood-esque smile.

"Yeah, I remember when Steve was just a little cub. Seems just like yesterday." Clint patted the orange-furred cat on his shoulder before looking up at the dragon. "Whenever you're ready."

Bloodfang could only rub his eyes at the whole situation. "What have I gotten myself into..." He muttered to himself. With a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, he bent his knees to reach underneath the sub, steeled himself, and then pushed himself upright in one swift motion. Before he knew it, the sub was lifted above his head like the tree was, far from the water below. He couldn't believe how painless the process was. "Wow, these things are lighter than I thought they'd be."

"That was incredible!" Steve literally jumped for joy, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest. It was one thing to see stuff like this online, but it was whole other level entirely to witness it first-hand in person.

"I concur, you're a natural wonder!" Clint held the side of his hand against his forehead in an effort to block out the sun. "Now be gentle putting it back."

The praise was beginning to get to Bloodfang, who was now blushing profusely. "You got it!" As gingerly as he picked it up, he placed it back into the water of the bay, making the smallest of waves no matter how hard he tried not to. "Well, I'll admit, that was pretty exhilarating."

"I'll say! You're amazing!" Steve continued to pile adoration onto the dragon. "But, I think that's enough for today. Don't wanna injure yourself before the big day."

"Yeah, let's head back to the resort." With that, the two of them said their goodbyes to the captain and meandered their way into the pool area again. Bloodfang genuinely felt over the moon at his accomplishments, almost wondering why he hadn't tried this before, only to remember that he never had these kinds of opportunities growing up.

Steve felt lucky to be in the presence of someone like the behemothian lizard sitting on the chair beside him. Seeing the powerful show of strength back there made him want to ask for more. "Think you can do one last thing for me?"

"After all that?" Bloodfang chortled, his body still under the effects of the whirlwind of emotions running through him. "What are you looking for?"

Steve gulped, his arousal getting the better of him. "Can I see you flex? As much of your body as you'd like to, of course."

Bloodfang clicked his tongue, his eyebrow raising in intrigue. It seemed that the little kitty liked what he saw earlier. "I don't see why not." He can't remember the last time he ever did this for someone. Still sitting down, he leaned over the smaller cat and pulled his fists in front of him as tight as they would go, tensing his whole upper body at once. Veins snaked along his arms to his pectorals like a roadmap, pumping his muscles full of nutritious blood. Every muscle group fought for space with one another, causing them to bulge outward to tremendous degrees. If bodybuilding competitions existed for men his size, he might just take home the gold.

Steve did everything in his power to hide his tenting speedo, having flipped onto his shredded abdomen so that the dragon didn't see it. But the reason that it was happening was apparent - he'd never been more in awe watching another guy show off like he was right now. He could've watched the titan for hours if he didn't just let go of the pose. "Now that was a magnificent display of muscle right there. You've got a gift for sure."

This was easily the most recognition that Bloodfang had ever gotten in his life for anything and got him giggling as a result of his embarrassment. Still, he really appreciated the attention that the tiger was heaping onto him. It gave him an idea. "Would you wanna come to the demolition?"

***

"Well, here we are!" Bloodfang stood at the base of the skyscraper that he was assigned to take down. His hands rested on his hips as he looked up to try and see the top of the structure.

Steve had an entirely different reaction. "That is a chode of a building." His point of view showed something different to what the dragon saw entirely. The skyscraper, while tall, was particularly stout, taking up an entire block all on its own. Its width wouldn't have seemed so apparent if it was still in use.

"Hmm..." Bloodfang rubbed his chin in thought as he studied the layout of the building. "I wonder how best I could take this down."

"You know what? You should just do what comes naturally to you." Steve blurted out, catching the attention of the dragon above him.

Bloodfang quirked a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Just don't think about it. Let your body do the work!" Steve pumped his fist into the air.

"But, what does that mean? What exactly are you telling me to do?" Bloodfang wasn't the kind of guy to let his instincts drive him; he much preferred to think things through fully.

Steve playfully stuck his tongue out. "Just do some flexes like you did for me these last couple days and knock it over!" He mimicked the various poses that the giant did over the last week. "Come on, have some fun with it!"

"Deathfang did literally tell me that..." Bloodfang muttered to himself before shrugging his boulder shoulders. "Eh, what the hell. I'll do it!"

Steve felt the pulse of arousal shoot down to his dick - it was happening already, and the job hadn't even started yet. "Awesome!"

"Though, I do wanna make sure you're not gonna get hurt by anything coming down. Let me see..." Bloodfang looked around for a moment to see if there was a safe place for the tiger to stand and watch, only to have an idea pop into his head. "I got it!" Carefully, he gripped the tiger almost like he was a stuffed animal and placed him onto his shoulder, not letting go until he saw the striped cat support himself. "You good?"

"Yeah, I got lots to hold onto here." Steve was on cloud nine being this close to the dragon, starting to take in the hulk's natural musk. It would've been what he focused on at the moment had he not looked out from his vantage point. "Dude, is this what you see all the time? This is amazing!"

"Ha, I guess I must've gotten used to it." Bloodfang chuckled, his pes bouncing for all the world to see. "Alright, let's do this!" To begin, he twisted his body ninety degrees and brought his closed fist up into a curl, which incidentally punched right through a few floors of the building.

Steve was in awe of the muscles nearest to him bunching up as large as they did and wasn't afraid to show how horny he was anymore. "God, yes! Keep it going!"

Bloodfang smirked and swung his arms in the other direction, bringing his limbs down through the skyscraper into a side chest pose. "How's this?" He had to laugh, he knew that the tiger had already popped a boner and he'd barely even begun!

"Oh, that's perfect. You're perfect!" Steve laid the praise on thick as he involuntarily slid his speedo down off of his feet entirely. The seven-foot stud had never been this erect before in his life and he loved every second of it.

"Oh, you flatterer, you." Bloodfang teased the kitty with a quick tense of the trap that the cat was sitting next to. He then set his gaze back on the building and pulled his arms in tight, puffing out his chest as far as it could go. Various pieces of debris went flying as tons of dragon meat shoved them out of place. This got the building to buckle at those floors, but it miraculously didn't collapse any further. He guessed that he'd still get to have more fun after all.

Steve had since glided down the overgrown lizard's scales to his bicep, where he was now lasciviously grinding his thick cock away at the behemoth's bicep. He'd always been the bigger man when he made love to someone else, so it was an entirely new experience to be so much smaller instead. Hell, there was a possibility that he was humping at an arm that could weigh as much, if not more, than he did!

Bloodfang felt his blood race in his veins when he felt the physical adoration of the feline. This was a foreign sensation for him as well, but he welcomed it completely. It felt a bit embarrassing, but he hadn't been all that sexual with too many people before. He forgot how nice it felt.

The attention of Steve was caught again when he felt the dragon's arms rise up once more, getting him to look at what was going on. While both arms were flexed in the air, the limb that he wasn't on had cleaved through more of the skyscraper, eliciting a spurt of preseed to drool down his cubmaker. That's when he noticed the lizard's torso was free to worship and slithered his way down. Finding purchase on the waistband of the larger man's shorts, he stopped and gave a long, thorough lick to the largest set of lats that he'd ever laid eyes on. Well, one of them, at least, as the other would've taken a little bit of effort to get to.

Bloodfang's tongue uncontrollably lolled out of his mouth when the sensation of the feline's rough tongue grazing his winglike lats hit him like a ton of bricks. He could feel his own manhood waking up, chubbing one of the short legs. Clearly, he needed to keep going. With a grace that belied his size, he rotated his arms behind him until his hands clasped together, bulging his triceps out to a size that even his brother might not be able to match.

Steve was in heaven right now, even though his body was wedged between the dragon's chest and arm. It gave him the golden opportunity to make love to as many muscle groups as he could. His entire world was the dragon, and he'd have no problem living there if he had to.

With an impish grin, Bloodfang decided that the cat deserved some air again and twisted his body yet again so that he was facing away from the skyscraper but was still practically touching it. This time, he brought his arms up like he did before, only to put more emphasis on his mountainous back. The swollen peaks that formed as a result of the flexing caved in more and more of the building, even bending to the will of his powerful glutes!

That gave Steve a brilliant idea. He'd been so preoccupied with the dragon's upper body that he completely neglected the bottom half. Sliding down once more, he ended up on one of the giant's bulky lats, only he took the larger man's shorts down with him. The good news was that the Crusher didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and the better news was that he now had full view of those deliciously thick quads, and that fat, throbbing cock.

Bloodfang couldn't help but huff as his pride and joy was finally free from its fabric prison. He let his shorts fall to his feet before stepping out of them and resuming his job. The building was coming down spectacularly thanks to his excellent work, but he wasn't done quite yet. He estimated that he'd need just one final action to bring the whole structure to the ground.

Steve wasn't even paying attention to the demolition anymore, now devoting all his time to making love to those prodigious quads. He reveled in the way that they swelled with power whenever the dragon took a step, so much so that he continued his lovemaking to the muscles in full force. He both lapped at the bloated thighs and rubbed his cock against them as hard as he could, which was having quite the effect on him. It'd been a while since he'd gotten himself off, so he had grown particularly sensitive, meaning that the sensation that his entire member was sending to his brain was causing him to spasm with every buck of his hips. It was getting to be too much for him to handle, and it wasn't soon before long that he cried out loud and shot out rope after sticky rope of seed down the godly dragon's inner thighs.

The feeling of white, hot cum trickling down his legs made his own dragonhood twitch, but he knew that he needed to finish his assignment first. In a parallel to his first job, he clutched the sides of the building and pressed as hard as he could, trying to make his hands meet. He went through many feet of concrete, metal, and glass before flesh finally felt flesh again, which signaled that the rest of the structure couldn't hold itself together anymore and collapsed onto the lot below.

Steve was panting up a storm just trying to catch his breath. It had to have been the single greatest orgasm that he'd ever had, bar none, and he so wished that it could happen again. He ran his fingers through his sweat-matter fur, wicking away any that was running down his face. It was official, he needed to tag along to all future demolitions from now on.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, a third person had entered the area, only he wasn't nearly as jubilant as the others were. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he stood stock still in horror looking right at the demolished building. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" The Pomeranian barked, his gargantuan traps bulging out wide with anger. He gnashed his teeth at the larger pair.

"What does it look like?" Bloodfang spat back. "I'm doing my job."

"You demolished my illegitimately legitimate business! I was making a fortune on the black market selling all the fake whey protein you just destroyed." The canine's face turned red, making him look like an angry meatball.

Of course, Bloodfang didn't care in the slightest. He knew all about running a business, after all, and wasn't sympathetic to someone trying to take the easy way out. "As morally duplicitous as your work is, you'd have a better time keeping it around if you didn't work out of an abandoned building."

The dog wasn't having any of it. "Fuck you!"

"Yeah, you wish!" Steve blew a raspberry at the canine, which only made the pooch more livid.

"You're done here. Go scram and counterfeit somewhere else!" Bloodfang slammed his mighty stomper on the ground, sending shockwaves along the asphalt which made the criminal topple over. The Pomeranian got the message and skedaddled the instant that he got back to his feet.

Now that it was back to being just the two of them, Steve felt no qualms about letting his feelings about the dragon out in the open. "Wow, you were incredible today! I can't believe that someone as soft-spoken as you was capable of all this!"

Whether it was because of the demolition or the confrontation, Bloodfang's heart rate had risen dramatically. He was breathing heavily as adrenaline surged through him, fueling his emotions like never before. "Yeah, I can't either. That was intense."

"I'll say!" Steve still clung to the thigh that he'd been gripping onto for a while now, not ready to let go just yet. His body was swirling with a whole mix of feelings, all of which were as passionate as he'd ever felt them. But there was one above all others that felt most prominent. "You know, this might be both fast and forward from me, but I think I like you."

Bloodfang froze, his heart pumping even faster now. Somebody liked him?! "You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely!" Steve found the energy to grin again. "The work you did on that building was top notch, and probably blows other Crushers completely out of the water. But not only that, you're gentle and caring ta boot. You're a one-of-a-kind person," he wheezily chuckled, "and I doubt I'll meet anyone else like you."

The praise was getting to be too much to handle. Before he knew it, Bloodfang was achingly erect, his pulsating shaft hard as diamond, and, surprisingly to him, it wasn't because of his body getting worked over. On the contrary, it was actually because he'd finally found someone interested in more than just what he looked like. That wasn't to say that he thought that he was unattractive, rather that Steve seemed keen on connecting with him on a deeper level. It touched him in a way that others had tried, and failed, to reach. "Steve..."

"It's a lot, I know." Steve's eyes blinked a few times before he realized that he was staring right at the leviathan dong of the dragon, an idea forming in his head. "Why don't I show you instead of telling you?"

Bloodfang's mouth contorted into a wry smile. "I'm guessing you're thinking what I'm thinking."

"Totally!" Steve licked his lips before grabbing a hold of the pulsating dick of the dragon and swinging onto it. This was one of the wildest things that he'd ever experienced in his life; it wasn't like the cock was bigger than him, but he'd certainly never held one the size of a body pillow before. He took no time in getting right into slurping all over it.

The stimulation coming from his prick brought Bloodfang to his knees, in direct comparison to what he did to the building. He moaned aloud with need as the tiger's tongue caressed his throbbing shaft, taking extra care to run alongside the veins that kept his member at full mast. As explosive as the smaller man's release was, he knew that his was going to be bigger. His balls were begging to be drained.

Steve kept up the lovemaking, including his hands into the mix to provide further encouragement to the titan. He quickly picked up the fact that the glans on that colossal pillar were the most delicate part, so he made sure to pay extra attention to them. It was a bit rattling at first as the entire phallus moved and took him with it, but he held on and kept his worship up.

The constant provocation was proving to be too much for Bloodfang, who's body tensed up tightly as if he were showing off again. The smaller guy was good at what he was doing, almost too good as he could feel the pressure build up inside of him. It wasn't long before his felt his massive balls pull up to his groin and roared at the top of his lungs, shooting creamy dragonspunk in the direction of the pile of rubble.

Steve kept his grip as firm as he could, which was a tall order as the length that he was holding onto was spasming out of control. He watched with bated breath as many thick loads were blasted from the cocktip like a geyser. The crotch rocket spewed ballbatter at an astonishing rate, coating the pile of rubble a pearlescent white. He'd like to see the porn sites top this!

Bloodfang was reduced to a panting mess by the time all was said and done. He definitely needed this, he had been far too pent up for far too long now and it showed with the shower of cum he'd produced. His body was devoid of almost all of his energy, nearly buckling completely had he not caught himself with his hands.

That was Steve's cue to depart the giant cock and stand on his own again. Unlike the dragon, he'd basically recovered from his climax and could support himself. "You are out of this world!"

"Thanks." Bloodfang warmly smiled, still doing his damndest to catch his breath. "Well, if the city's gonna clean up this mess, I guess there's nothing left to do now but return to the hotel to get my things before going home again."

This was Steve's chance; he'd been waiting for this opportunity for some time now. "About that..."

***

It had been months since the pair of them first met, but Steve had since become a permanent fixture down at the dragon's bakery. Bloodfang hadn't been lying when he said that he was an expert baker, as the tiger had stuffed his face with way more baked goods than he ever meant to. He made a mental note to spend more time at the gym to make up for it.

Since then, Steve had met more and more Crushers, all around as massive as the dragon was. He was in utter awe of how casual they all were about their size as he'd totally be checking himself out at every opportunity he got if he was that big!

But the biggest development was that Bloodfang and Steve had grown almost inseparably close to one another. The titan had fallen in love with how affectionate the tiger was, and the orange-furred feline adored the multi-faceted nature of the lizard.

Despite their difference in size, they were meant for one another.