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Freebies Vol. 91: Promotions Edition!

By Danath

Characters © Sero

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The laboratory was dark, and not just because it was several hundred feet below the surface, far below the sprawling footprint of SynTech Tower far above. It was one of the tens of thousands of such rooms, large and small, in the ant hive-like networks of tunnels, elevators, moving walkways, and hallways forming the core of SynTech’s massive yearly research expenditures. This particular lab had white tiles on the floors and white walls. The overhead lights - flush fluorescents - were all off, leaving the half-dozen desks in the dark. There was some light coming from a simulated window currently showing a beautiful landscape view of a southwestern desert as well as a solitary desk lamp glowing in the corner. Toiling away under the dim light, Alistair tapped grimly at his keyboard, completely absorbed in his work. His face was stoic and focused. Five tall piles of paperwork surrounded his workstation along with half a dozen memo pads and various other detritus of his long work hours - empty disposable coffee cups, snack wrappers, and drink bottles.

The glow of the screen illuminated the hyena’s pale gray fur and black muzzle. A set of black spots formed an irregular square on either cheek, while a pair of thick-rimmed glasses balanced on the bridge of his muzzle. His darker gray ears perked forward along with his shoulders, which hunched upwards inside the white lab coat that draped around his ergonomic office chair.

Once in a while, the spotted hyena’s tail moved in addition to the rapid tapping of his fingers, but other than the click of claw on the keyboard, the large office area was empty. Distracted as he was, Alistair failed to notice the dark shadow that loomed towards him, approached rapidly from behind through an open aisle between the crowded cubicles.

“Aaaaalllllllliiisstaaaaaaaiiiiiirrrrrrr,” the dark apparition moaned. The voice deep and reverberated through the otherwise empty lab office with an unearthly echo.

The hyena’s ears flicked backwards for a moment, but his paws didn’t pause.

“Huh?” he asked as he kept tapping away.

From out of the darkness, a yellow and brown head emerged, followed by several feet of neck. Then a few feet more. After another foot or so, a giraffe’s disapproving face hovered into view alongside the hyena’s head, just in the busy typist’s peripheral vision. The giraffe’s long, slender muzzle pursed in disapproval. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat on top of his head on his horns as the uncovered eyes looked from the screen of the computer to the mess on the desk to the haggard hyena’s red eyes.

Alistair’s fingers paused. He swallowed, then forced a smile.

“W-what can I do for you, boss?” he asked, turning his face towards the giraffe.

“You can go home!” the giraffe said. The rest of his body caught up with his neck, and an impressively muscular, tall, and well-hung body emerged into the dim light of the desk lamp. The giraffe’s muscular neck was matched by a hulking set of shoulders. They had to be strong to support such a long and broad neck. Due to his height, he was often stooped over somewhat, leading to a vaguely intimidating appearance despite his bookish personality. Thick pecs squeezed outwards at the tank top under the lab coat that squeezed against his sides and back, illuminating the bulges of muscle in his arms and shoulders. The oversized, powerful giraffe’s torso was thick and heavy, supported by a massive pair of thighs and calves that carried his bulk with ease. The huge manager’s lower body had to be impressive, just like his shoulders, if it was to carry about the hypersized cock and balls draping from his hips. The thick maleness was easily longer and wider than Alistair was despite being curled up and flaccid in the giraffe’s specially-made pants. The muscles of his thighs compressed it outwards against the fabric, causing every vein running along the length to show in detail, as well as the medial ridge and part of the flared tip, which otherwise dove beneath the huge sac filling out the rest of the pouch on the hyper-styled pants.

“You seriously work too hard! And I’m tired of not seeing you get the credit you deserve, you know,” the giraffe said, adopting a softer tone. “Not that anyone, me especially, is gonna complain about it, but really, Alistair, you should have my job at least. Hell, you should probably be managing the whole division!”

The hyena’s eyes widened and he shook his head, then turned back to his screen and started typing even faster than before.

“No thanks!” he said, tail curling beneath his chair. “I’m just happy to-”

“Aaaaalllllisstaaaaaaaiiiiiirrrr…” the giraffe said, his unhappy frown returning. The long, muscular neck carried the disapproving features closer.

“Fine, okay,” the hyena said. His paws blurred with speed. “Just let me… finish… this thought…”

It took a few more proddings from the giraffe, but eventually Alistair gave it up and went home. He collapsed into bed without eating. He was asleep before his gray ears hit the pillows, lost in dreams of his research. He was so close to so many major breakthroughs and he knew he had to pace himself, but he was so close, so close, almost… almost there…

Sleep caught him hard. As he slumbered, though, his manager remained in the office after all, curious about what sort of research could keep Alistair working so diligently. After going through the first few draft reports, the giraffe’s lips pulled back into a broad, flat-toothed grin. Unlike what he just told the hyena, the giraffe soon didn’t have a single thought of going home for the night.

* * *

Alistair woke up with a yawn and a stretch. He stumbled past the glass sliding doors that led to the balcony of his apartment while wiping the sleep from his eyes. He hadn’t slept so deeply or so long in days, maybe weeks, and it felt good to catch up a bit. His apartment was up on the fiftieth floor or so of SynTech Tower - somewhere in the lower residential floors made available to researchers and others to shorten the commute, though the elevator ride down his floor still took almost 20 minutes. It had a great view, but he didn’t care. He cared about nothing until he got his morning coffee, especially after such a long and deep sleep.

With rote precision, the hyena carried out his morning routine. Coffee, shower, collect the pages of handwritten notes scattered around the bed, stuff everything for the day into a briefcase and head out in time to hopefully catch the express elevator.

His usual routine ended almost immediately upon scanning in through the entrance to his floor deep underground, though. An intern rushed up with a message from the research division director to immediately head for his office. Alistair grimaced. He was only interested in his research - he didn’t like having to go to meetings. That was a big reason he avoided any promotions and left the glory to others, like the giraffe.

“But, Alistair,” the lab director implored later after the hyena arrived, “the system is meant to be a reward! There are so many researchers who would kill for the opportunities we’ve offered you!”

The cheetah didn’t wear a lab coat, but a regular suit. It was obviously a custom job designed to accommodate the width of his shoulders and the massive display of pec meat below. A trim, hard belly - it was obvious the cheetah had a six-pack even under the button-up - barely widened at the hips, giving him an athletic A-shape. Half of his massive bulge spilled over the edge of the standing desk, rolling forward towards the keyboard and monitor in between the hyena and cheetah. The big cat’s thighs strained the fabric as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other, and his voice rose to a near pleading tone as he tried to reason with the stubborn hyena.

“And while everyone appreciates that you’ve spread the wealth around, so to speak - hell, even I’m thankful - there comes a time when it’s just not right!” the cheetah said. The enormous, hyper-hung big cat smacked his paw across the top of the desk, sending a wobbly tremor through his immense, flaccid bulge. The muscles across his shoulders tensed as he lifted his paw and rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. “Listen, I’ve tried to put it off, but I can’t - you’re either getting promoted or getting fired, Alistair.”

The hyena sank back into the chair on the other side of the desk and looked up at the hypersized cheetah in despair. The seat was far too large for him, as was most of the furniture around the office, being that he was the only person left in the entire division still under seven feet and 400 pounds. The cushion swallowed up his thighs and hips as he recalled that his original deskmate was over ten feet tall now, and his lunchmate from his early days was approaching 14 thanks to the hyena’s generosity when it came to giving away the rewards he earned through the division’s motivation and reward system. Large accomplishments meant large rewards, but Alistair always turned them down and passed them on, preferring to stay at his five and a half foot natural height and weight.

Alistair liked size. He liked big guys. Working in the labs and getting to be around such big, powerful, hung… the hyena shivered. He couldn’t leave this job. But he just wasn’t too interested in being that big himself, hence the giveaway of his rewards. He figured it wouldn’t be a problem, and he’d always been upfront about it after he unexpectedly got the first reward after just six months on the job (most researchers barely got any rewards in their first year or two). After three years of turning them down, it seemed like he had to make a choice.

“What’s the promotion?” the hyena asked eventually.

“Good… we really can’t afford to lose a talented researcher like you,” the cheetah said. His tight suit relaxed somewhat as the tension left his enormous, muscular torso, though there was still not a bit of sag in the taut garment. “There’s a meeting after lunch. You have the morning to pack your office and get ready for a new assignment.”

“New assignment?”

“Believe me, I’d love for you to stay here, but to be frank, your talents are going to waste. It’s time for you to have your own lab, Alistair. Don’t worry, though-” The cheetah’s biceps bulged as he held up his arms, palms out, in a placating way. “-while you’ll be in charge, we’re assigning you an assistant who will do all the actual managerial work. It’s really a promotion in name only, and normally we wouldn’t do that, but you’re a special case. Like I said, Alistair, we really value you around here.”

The hyena swallowed hard. Sure, having his own lab meant he could control the research and do whatever he wanted, essentially, but on the other hand, even a promotion in name only meant adhering to the division’s dress code, so to speak…

“Think it over and hear them out until you make up your mind.”

Meeting over, Alistair left. He smiled and nodded at his coworkers automatically, a bit numb inside as he debated with himself about what to do, and headed back to his familiar cubicle in the corner. The hyena tried to focus on his research the rest of the morning, but nagging thoughts about running his own lab kept bothering him. Sure, it was a great honor and all that, blah blah blah, but it was also a lot of responsibility. And it meant he’d have to-

“Alistair! I heard you’re getting your own lab! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, congrats! If you get to hire more people, keep me in mind, yeah?”

“Me too!”

“Hey, Alistair, I heard the news!”

The hyena looked up as he was suddenly surrounded by fellow researchers in their white lab coats. The smallest was nearly eight feet tall and half-that across at the shoulders, while the biggest towered over the rest at a dozen feet, with a massive hyper package that dragged across the floor between his hooves. The white-haired goat smirked at Alistair as he leaned on the cubicle, surrounded by the other massive, muscular, hyperized coworkers.

“We’re gonna miss you giving up all those research reward perks!” he said. “But if you ever need anything, let us know and we’ll come running!”

“Uh… thanks, everyone,” Alistair said. “I’d rather just stay here, but-”

“No buts! This is a good opportunity. Show us what you’re made of!”

“Yeah, you can do it, Alistair!”

“Of course if you still wanna give up any rewards…”

“Do you know if your lab has any openings? I’d love to work in it.”

There was a general bobbing of heads and wobbling of bulges as the overhung researchers agreed with each other. Alistair’s cheeks burned as he tried to focus on the computer screen instead of the attention. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate it or like it, but the attention made him squirm. It was hard being shy and a fan of the most lewd, muscular, oversized males imaginable, but here he was, right in the middle of a gaggle of them.

They were so big it was impossible to escape the bulges. Huge pecs slid against his face and muzzle. Meaty cock bulges gently flattened against his chest and belly in turn. Huge balls, sagging in specially made shorts or pants, squeezed around his legs. The hyena’s tail wagged until it was a blur and his cheeks felt hot enough to fry an egg on. All he could do was grin and nod and thank each of the massive, paralyzingly muscular, hot, musky, thick, handsome, hung, huuuuuuuge…

“Alright, guys, let’s let Alistair get back to it… you know he’s only happy when he’s analyzing data.”

“Good luck, Alistair!”

“Later! I’m serious about working for your lab, by the way!”

It was lunch by the time they left, and the hyena managed to close out a few open research tickets through the break while scarfing down some granola bars. Then it was time for the meeting.

The hyena practically dragged his feet as he lumbered towards the meeting room. It was another office on the same subterranean level as his own office, but about a half-mile away by foot. The large halls and high ceilings meant the other lab workers could strut around much more easily, so Alistair stuck to the side as enormous and muscular and hyper-hung scientists hurried past him in either direction. A dozen or so labs at any given time ran simultaneously on the entire level, with the tallest ceilings and widest hallways located near the center and gradually diminishing towards the edges. It was all part of the motivation system, and why Alistair was in the habit of bringing his chair with him when he was transferred to new projects, because at his level in the system, he was being sent quite near the middle of the floor already.

He was used to navigating the Hyper Highway, as it was nicknamed, by now, though he could recall his early days and the shock at seeing enormously huge males, a dozen feet tall, strolling around while sporting malenesses bigger and thicker and longer than his own entire body. The shock faded, though, as the curiosity innate to the hyena took over. Research was everything to him, which was part of why he was always turning down the rewards.

Now, though, it seemed to have caught up to him. When he entered the meeting room, the division manager’s assistant greeted him and directed him to a seat. He could barely see over the edge of the table. The assistant, who was close to fifteen feet tall and a bit more counting the ears, had a much easier time of it, and sat straight-backed with his paws in front of him as they waited for their shared boss to arrive. The black rabbit’s neutral smile didn’t wave a moment the entire time, though Alistair was grateful there was no attempt at small talk. The hyena only talked about his research, after all.

About fifteen minutes after the planned start time, the large door to the office shoved open, revealing the largest person Alistair knew of on the entire level: the division manager. Despite the assistant easily clearing the top of the door jam, the lion had to duck to avoid getting a bonk on the head, and almost had to crouch as he walked. Were he to visit any of the outlying sections of the lab, the massive feline would practically have to crawl through the hallways, and even then there was a chance his massive biceps, wide hips, or incredible thighs and calves would get him trapped somewhere. Not that mere concrete would withstand power, but as division manager, the big lion couldn’t just go around breaking stuff.

Rather than a suit and tie like the assistant, the manager was wearing a pair of bright green gym shorts. The front displayed a bulge that showcased many feet of hypercock, veins and all, protruding outwards so far the shorts went white with the stretch. A sleeveless tank top hugged his massive upper body, while a thick fuzzy towel hung around his neck and somewhat disguised the girth of his shoulders. Despite appearing freshly showered and dried, the huge feline still reeked of sweaty musk. The hyena’s nostrils flared despite himself, while the assistant, meanwhile, was trying to ignore the swelling in his pants as what looked like almost five feet of flaccid cock half-hardened inside his suit pants down the right leg.

“Phew! Sorry for making you wait - I was at the gym and lost track of time,” the lion said, beaming a grin that could out-shine the sun. The floor shuddered with the enormous cat’s footsteps as he advanced on the much, much smaller hyena, who stood less than a third of the division manager’s height.

The hyena’s entire arm disappeared in the lion’s paw for the handshake, then it was down to business.

“I’ll get straight to the point, Alistair,” the lion said. The enormous lion leaned forward, elbows spread on the table, fingers steepled under his jaw. His mane, which was pulled back in a ponytail with an athletic strap, made his look all the more severe as he stared down at the hyena. “I’ve got no choice but to promote you, award you all the benefits you were supposed to have received, and set you up with a new lab focused on some exciting new research opportunities. They’re convinced you’re the only one who can figure it out.”

The huge lion held up his paws. His biceps were so big that his biceps squeezed in around them, fur on fur and muscle on muscle.

“Believe me, I tried, and that’s the reason I’ve been letting everyone get away with taking credit for what was obviously your work. And don’t worry, we won’t be taking away the rewards from anyone you gave them to - they helped you out, after all, right? Camaraderie like that is what makes this place function.”

The hyena’s spots seemed to fade a shade lighter as he shrank back under the lion’s stare.

“Well, anyways!” the big male said, smiling again. “Please take that in mind before you consider anything rash like resigning. We really do want to keep you here and keep you as productive as possible, and from what I can tell you don’t mind the research either.”

“Yes, but I’m not sure I want to be-”

“Did I mention,” the lion said, flashing the sun-dimming smile again, “that the position comes with a new transportation package in addition to housing and salary bonuses? Believe me, you’ll be quite well taken care of.”

The lion’s pecs flexed and the sleeveless shirt struggled to contain the furry muscles.

“Just like I am. Right?” Another dazzling grin. No wonder he was the division manager. Alistair found him incredibly… convincing.

The hyena sighed. He already knew - there was no place like this to do the research he cared about.

“Where do I sign?” he asked, a resolute expression crossing his spotted cheeks.

The assistant, a brown-furred rabbit of similar hyper proportions to everyone else in the department, smoothly slid a paper - more like a notecard in his large fingers - along with a - again, relatively - tiny pen to the hyena with an encouraging smile.

Alistair scrawled out his barely legible signature, then leaned back in the chair with a huff. “Alright, fine. When do I start?”

“Immediately. Show him to his new lab. The section was recently renovated and expanded in anticipation of your arrival, so I’m very sure, Alistair,” the lion said, beaming a grin that could have roasted marshmallows from across the universe, “that you will discover and solve all sorts of interesting problems.”

The lion stood and did a few quick jogs at the table.

“Hmph! I still feel full of energy. I’m going for a run. Now that you’re an executive, you’ll be able to use the track facilities on the 57th level,” the lion said. “Enjoy, Alistair! And if you have any complaints, keep them to yourseeeellllff!”

The door slammed shut behind the lion as he jogged out of the room, leaving the assistant to gesture for Alistair to follow.

“This way, sir,” he said with an apologetic grin.

The hyena nodded, sighed, and hopped down from the chair. He’d been trying to put it off, having no interest in personally getting bigger, but he couldn’t avoid it any longer. The motivational reward system applied to everyone on the level, and since the entire level was the only place where his research was done… well, so be it.

The hyena straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and took a few steps out of the door behind the assistant before his clothes started to rip and tear around his entire body. From under his fur, he could feel the growth - the explosive reproduction of cells as muscle and bone and tendons and everything else began to increase in size, at first proportionally, but soon, he knew, very disproportionately. Alistair’s lab coat tightened around his shoulders as his pants split down the back. His plump furry rump, round from years of sitting at his computer, popped free in the back, followed quickly by his sheath and balls in the front, which ripped straight through the button-fly and out into the open, already more than doubled in size. They sagged down over his upper thighs as his claws pressed into his palms.

“Wait, already?” the hyena gasped.

The assistant paused and nodded. “Yes, sir, your contract began as soon as you signed the paperwork a few minutes ago.”

The buttons on the hyena’s shirt stretched and popped off, revealing the bushy, thick gray fur below, along with the substantial outlines and indentations of muscle growing beneath. Massive pecs spread outwards, increasing in size like encroaching glaciers.

“Well, wait a second, but don’t I get a chance to-”

“The higher ups were very adamant that you receive your motivational rewards this time, sir,” the assistant said. He took a step back as a button flew past his face and pinged off the wall, dodging the projectile by millimeters.

Alistair’s pants didn’t so much rip off his legs as fly off in bits and pieces. The cause was obvious as his massive maleness flung outwards and upwards, still small enough as yet to be able to manage to go fully upright of its own accord. At a certain point, he had a feeling things were going to be something of a drag.

A bolt of pleasure swept up the hyena’s spine. His legs spread as his huge balls dropped, swelling and growing so fast they practically bounced off the floor between his calves. The last shreds of his lab coat floated down around his flexing toes as his hands wrapped around the base of his massive arousal. Each second, each heartbeat, each rush of blood forced the hyena to grow bigger, more muscular, larger and larger. Alistair grunted and closed his eyes, huffing as he tried to ignore it. He’d heard of this - sometimes other employees who received rewards would show signs of extreme pleasure, but he’d never paid it any mind, personally.

Now that it was happening to him, though, he couldn’t turn a blind eye. He stumbled forward, shuddering and grunting, as his legs thickened and bulged, visibly growing larger, longer, before the growth shifted, traveling upwards towards his belly and then his chest. Alistair couldn’t tell how long it was taking - the shock of the growth, the sudden spike in arousal, the urgent need swelling deep in the pit of his hard, powerful belly… well, he’d have to be muscular in order to be so tall and huge, so that made sense. But did he have to be this big?

He let out a moan as his massive organ shoved forward down the hallway, stretching out in front of him as he leaned forward into his own hypersized balls. His muscles and torso had yet to catch up, so he looked fairly scrawny in comparison to the oversized erection.

But not for long.

Alistair’s eyes widened. He tried not to make too much noise so that he wouldn’t distract any nearby researchers with this nonsense, but it was hard not to as he struggled valiantly to shuffle down the hallway after the assistant. The floor suddenly stretched away from him in bits and bursts, disorienting him. He leaned forward again, relying on the hypersized length of cock meat stretching out from his hips for balance, going full tripod as a wave of inertia momentarily swept through him.

“Oooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuck,” he grunted, then gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to make any more vocalizations of the intense pleasure that came from kneading his hands into his own hyper balls. The enormous, dark gray orbs were fat and heavy and dragged on the floor. He had to shuffle forward while using the tops of his feet to squeeze them forward one side at a time, like a pair of half-deflated medicine balls sagging around his ankles.

By the time he was nearly seven feet tall, the pre-cum fountain began. That only made sense, too, based on how big his balls had grown already. Rewards usually came with a boost to pheromone production to encourage employees to try out their new assets… had they blasted him with all those rewards at once as well? Alistair’s massive nuts continued swelling fatter and heavier, though now Alistair could feel the heat spreading more strongly into his thighs, his belly, his shoulders and arms. His fur bristled as the heat swept up his spine, and as the floor lurched away from his face again, he tried to prepare himself for the sudden change in perspective.

Fortunately, the Hyper Highway, as the other scientists labeled the wider walkways through the underground level, featured a robust drainage system, so at least Alistair didn’t have to worry about that as he crossed over eight and a half feet in height. His pecs had long since torn through his shirt, leaving only scraps around his shoulders which were about to tear as he filled out even further. His long and deep moan thundered through the corridor as he leaned forward, flexing his entire body as the heat and power built up within him. Just how many rewards was he getting from the motivational system, anyways? He hadn’t even asked - he just signed the contract knowing it was inevitable anyways.

Something bumped into the back of Alistair’s head and he froze in shock. It was the ceiling. He opened his eyes, and then stared even more wide-eyed down the hallway. A few dim memories returned of the past few hours, though it felt as if he’d skipped through a good chunk of the intermediary.

Something was waving in front of his face. A… finger? Five fingers? A paw?

The assistant’s paw?

“Back with us, Mr. Alistair? This way, please!” he said, smiling the same patient smile despite the gallons of thick cum dripping down around his entire body. He rested back on his feet, no longer needing to stand on his tip-toes to reach the hyena’s face.

It was the same everywhere - the drains were backed up, the walls were painted, and the cause was clear: the massive, oversized cock stretching from his hips. It was nearly as long as he was tall, with powerful veins and an appropriately hyperized pair of balls. The system had really gone all out - he had to hunch over so as not to hit his head.

What had happened? One moment, he was just approaching eight feet… the next…

Alistair moaned as his huge arousal pulsed, releasing a fresh blast of thick seed that washed down the corridor in a large wave.

“Sir? I recorded all of your notes over the past few hours. Would you like them transcribed?”

Alistair groaned as he stroked what he could reach of his enormous arousal. He’d need some extra large trousers, he was sure. Blearily, he turned towards the assistant.

“Notes?”

“You were dictating notes for the past several hours, sir. Since your own assistant wasn’t available, I took the liberty of writing down what I could.”

“Huh?”

The hyena looked at the screen of the assistant’s tablet. The notes were his style, all right. They were also the solution to a particularly thorny problem that vexed him for nearly a year already. Had he somehow solved it while in the midst of… that?

The hulking, massive, giant hyena’s fingers delicately pinched the screen as he pulled it closer to his large eyes. He’d need a new pair of glasses, too. A bigger screen, a massive keyboard. And yes, those were definitely his notes, and now he knew the next step, and he needed to find a computer so he could finish writing the report and get the lab tests moving, and then-

The hypersized rewards weren’t quite yet finished. His cock jerked, reinflating, smacking into the assistant standing in front of him and curling before forcing its way upright, only to flop back down across the muscular rabbit’s head and torso. The hyena’s incredible thighs tensed as he propelled his hips forward, automatically grinding and rubbing himself against the pleasantly firm male on the other side of his gargantuan arousal. The rabbit’s fur and muscles felt wonderful across the broad, pulsing underside of Alistair’s new oversized arousal. The pleasure coursed through his body as he erupted, adding to the ankle-deep flood around them. The intense heat and need in his loins only intensified the joy Alistair felt as his brain ran through ideas, figuring things out, calculating, taking notes, planning experiments… His titanic body humped forward as a grin stretched across his muzzle. Being big wasn’t so bad after all. It certainly wasn’t the distraction he thought it would be. In fact, he could think more clearly than ever. As his hypercock lunged and pulsed, pumping barrels of thick jizz as an earth-shaking orgasm overcame him, he just grunted and kept on thinking. More lab assistants appeared, wading through the flood of seed, to take down the massive male’s verbal notes in between his awe-inspiring grunts and eruptions.

Research waited for no (hyper-)hyena.

The end