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Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was happening again. Ever since he moved into this apartment, his upstairs neighbor was always causing a racket! He got the place at a discount, but he never imagined why until now. The thumping and constant grunting coming from the apartment above him reverberated through the entire place. Whenever he slept, whenever he was trying to have breakfast, even trying to use the bathroom in peace resulted in either the sound of someone stomping or something breaking along with a rather loud “Fuck, not again!". It'd only been a few weeks, but he was getting to have enough of it. He already paid for this month and next month's rent due to the landlord, but he was this close to asking for reimbursement if his neighbor was going to be this loud.

The idea of confronting his upstairs neighbor wandered around his head. He heard from the landlord when he was moving in that the guy was an upstanding tenant; always on time, kept his place clean and never bothered anyone else. If anything, the landlord figured that the previous tenants were all nuts to move out before getting to know him. He figured out why very easily. The man let out a deep sigh and slumped off of his couch and took off his headphones. He figured that music would be able to drown him out, but no dice. He was going to have to confront this up and personal. After closing the door, he walked up the stairs, trying to picture in his mind what this “perfect tenant" looked like.

Considering the amount of sounds he made on the daily, his place was probably a mess; filled to the brim with heavy objects, quite possibly a complete klutz as well judging from the constant tripping sounds and things breaking every other day. When he arrived to the second floor, he looked for the apartment number that matched his own. To his surprise, it didn't take him long to find the apartment since the door stuck out like a sore thumb. The steel door was at least two heads larger than all of the others. The two story apartment could afford something like that, but why just the one? He approached the door, staring up at the wooden-like paint applied to it. When he touched it, he was shocked to learn that it was actually wood. It felt like bark, but it was much sturdier when he put his hand on it. No groaning or creaking, just as sturdy as the tree that it came from. He took in a deep breath and knocked on the door with as much force as he could using the door knocker and moved back a bit.

“Coming!" boomed a powerful voice from the other side of the door. “Just give me a- Ow! Son of a bitch!" The other side of the door trembled with a loud quake. It was powerful enough that it sent him wobbling to the ground. Just what the hell was going on behind there? His annoyance at the sounds turned into curiosity at the identity and the source of the sounds in the first place. It didn't take long for his curiosity to be sated when he heard the locks on the door begin to click open.

The door creaked open to reveal the tenant. At close to six feet, he didn't consider himself that tall having met people who ranged to about six foot five or somewhere around that area. This guy was on a completely different level! It didn't help the fact that he was also very brown and fuzzy. A very obvious hyena face looked down at him, green eyes blinking at him every so often. The spotted brown hyena was tall enough that he was forced to arch his neck up just to get a view at all of him. And it was a very big drink to take in. It wasn't enough that he was tall, but he was built, too. He estimated at least two or three foot difference in height, but he was packed with enough muscle to carry at least five of him on each shoulder! Those broad spotted boulders edged at the sides of the doorway and any wrong move would threaten to have him wedged right in it. Even with the adjusted frame, it just seemed to be too much or it'd ruin the structure of the apartments adjacent. Large cream colored pectorals topped with a trail of brown hair also blocked his upward view and trying to look straight had him looking at the bricks that he called abs, each of them bulging and thick enough to irrigate water. He couldn't get a complete view until he went back a few steps. The hyena smiled at him, scratching his dreads with a paw padded hand nervously, bringing his enormous arms into view. He couldn't get much of a peak, but if the rest of him could barely fit in a customized doorway, it had to be just as large. Upon finally finishing this tall drink of hyena, he noticed that he was also very naked, save for a pair of shorts that clung to his tree trunk legs. He tried his best not to stare directly there, focusing his gaze up on the draconian male that was the cause of his ire. Questions upon questions were rolling into his head. How could someone this…big and wide live on the second floor and not crash through the other side? All the sounds and quakes he made should have been enough to destroy the support.

The more he kept thinking, the more it didn't make any sense. Before long, two large brown digits that size of his head and then some snapped in front of his face. He let out a yelp before falling on his butt from surprise.

“Oops, sorry about that! Are you okay?" The hyena said worryingly, offering a large hand to get him back up.

“I'm fine, I'm just…shellshocked, is all." He said, motioning to grab his hand and finding that he could only wrap his whole hand around one single finger. The rest of his giant hand overshadowed his torso. His eyes kept going wide upon every revelation that he was small as shit compared to this brick house of a hyena. “I wasn't expecting the source of the sounds from here to be so…" he trailed on.

The hyena raised a brow before something clicked in his mind that he should have known a long time ago. After helping the man up, he smacked a hand to his forehead and groaned. “Shit, my bad. I can be a complete dunce sometimes. The beef doesn't help, you get me? Come on in, I owe you something for your trouble of coming up here."

The man put up his hands and shook his head. “No, you don't need to, It's fine, I just wanted to have-“ he didn't get much of a choice in the matter. Before he could finish his sentence, the hyena had a large arm, or rather hand, wrapped itself around his back and forced him in. He thought forced because the big guy gave him what he thought was supposed to be a pat on the back and ushered him inside. The lumbering hyena moved to the side, allowing him to get a full scope of the apartment and his eyes widened again.

The place made him feel even smaller than the hyena did. The layout was the same as his own apartment. There was a path to the kitchen, the fridge and the hallway that led to the living room. But everything seemed upsized to fit someone of his stature. When he was directed toward the living room, he was mostly correct in his assumption. The television was a model someone used for movie rooms, the couch was just a bit larger than the usual models and the table was tall enough that he almost had to tip toe just to see over it. The place was also a mess, too. He could see piles of clothing around the corners of the room and a hallway leading to the one bedroom. A few lonely sneakers were strewn about as well, each of them well over a size 13. They looked like freaking clown shoes more than anything. While he glanced at the pile of clothing, the hyena disappeared into the hallway leading to the kitchen with a few very large stomps that made the floor quake.

“Be right back, gonna get some drinks! Make yourself comfy, brah!"

Once he was left alone, the man decided to walk around the living room to get a scope of everything. He noted a few things very quickly. The floor had to be reinforced with something to take that much punishment. He tried jumping up and down on the wooden finish floor only to find that he couldn't make a sound. Curiosity bounding, he trailed over to a random pile of clothes. Before he even came up, he was hit with an incredibly musky and foul odor. He was forced to cover his nose over the potency of the smell and picked up a random piece of clothing. At first glance, he thought it was a blanket, but after expanding it, he found it to be…

A jersey!?

Did they even make them that big? It must have been custom made because it looked like he could use it as a blanket for himself if it weren't for the smell of it. The jersey had the number 10 on it with “Devon" etched in black on the back. It was covered in dirt with sweat stains on it. At the very least, it explained his overly gigantic size, but a thought came across his mind. If he played a sport, did that mean there were others like him? Or did he play with people like himself? It did seem like a pretty steep advantage unless you had to hold back or something. He put the shirt down and walked away from the pile with a relived sigh as he got away from the powerful smell and walked towards an oversized sneaker. For the pure comedy of it all, he tried putting a foot into one of the sneakers and found that he could put not one, but both of his feet in it and even crouch inside if he wanted to. Before he could step out, the dreadlock haired hyena returned from the kitchen with two hilariously different sized cups of coffee.

His face flushed from having been caught in the moment. The hyena grinned and set down the two coffee cups without a word on the table before making himself comfy on the couch. “Come sit, unless you want to be the old lady that lives in my sneakers or something." He chuckled.

The man climbed out of the shoe and rested himself on the couch next to the hyena on the couch after taking the coffee cup and taking a sip. Just a sip was enough to make him blink and take a deep gulp and cough as the hyena went through his cup like it was nothing.

“Shit, my bad. Brand I buy is a bit more powerful than the normal stuff. Either that or I gotta make multiples of the stuff to get the buzz of one, hah." He apologized.

The man shook his head and set down the coffee cup on the table, glancing at the large hyena with a mesmerized look. Originally, he'd come here to complain to the tenant, but the guy didn't seem that bad. “So…Devon, was it?"

The hyena blinked down at him with a puzzled look. “How'd you know my name?"

The man simply pointed at the pile of clothes in one of the corners.

“Oh yeah…really have to clean up and do laundry. Practice and the home workout stuff can take a toll on scheduling." Devon said with a shrug of his large shoulders.

“So those are the sounds I keep hearing every night?" The man asked. Devon nodded and it all seemed to make sense. If he had workout material in here, it explained all the heavy moving and grunts, but…how did the place even support him, let alone lifting stuff that weighed even more than him?

“Again, really sorry about that. Nobody's come up to complain, so I didn't think anyone minded since the whole place is reinforced for folks like me." Devon said with another shrug. “Though I'll try to be easy about it…" Devon trailed on. The man blinked and introduced himself an awkward moment later.

After introductions, the two finished off their coffee, Devon kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, the large padded toes and soles almost the size of the man's entire frame. It made sense in his head that big folks equaled big feet, but seeing them up close had him baffled still.

“Jeez, I'm guessing clothes and stuff has to be hell to find, huh?"

Devon nodded with a grunt, wiggling his toes a bit to get comfy. “Yeah, gotta go custom for all that. Thankfully being the only player who's over the average football player height leads to a lot of nice money going your way. Sadly, it all kind of evens out since, well, look." Devon inched aside a bit and gave a flex of his arms. The spotted fur bulged and tensed heavily with muscle, the peak of his arms bigger than anything he'd seen in his life. Devon relaxed and slumped back onto the couch forcefully, the mere action causing him to shake a bit. However, the couch stood sturdy.

“Same goes for the furniture. Steel enforced everything is hell. I got lucky with the landlord and had stuff replaced or reinforced for the apartment and a few floors as long as I'm here." Devon said cheerfully.

He raised a brow. “It's difficult finding places at your size?" he asked, realizing the stupidity of such a question when the words left his mouth.

Devon nodded. “Yah. Makes sense, but gotta work with what you got. I know a guy who makes his own furniture so the lucky bastard saves his money by a good amount. He's got a thing for wood finish, but he does a damn good job."

The conversation continued before Devon decided to give him a tour of the apartment since he kept asking questions about living at his size. The bedroom, kitchen and bathroom were all accommodating for someone so tall, one would think it was like an industrial apartment meant for storage. The bathroom had the sink slightly higher than the average person would have liked and the while the tub was slightly higher as well, he couldn't even reach the shower head. He had to crane his head up even further since the ceiling around the entire apartment was increased a bit and allowed Devon to live without having to keep his head down.

His room was something of a tiny person's wonderland filled with piles of clothes. The bed was a queen size, but the frame was much larger and had a wooden finish, the frame more meant to support him instead of keeping the bed in place. When Devon laid on his, he still had the problem of his feet kicking around past it, an unfortunate reality. They jokingly went through his clothing as Devon pulled out a pair of underwear that was over two times his company's frame.

The designated workout room was actually another room that was deeper in the hallway. The place looked like a small gym to Devon, but to the man, it was enormous. Weights certainly went past several hundred pounds nearing tons which made him wonder just how reinforced the floor was throughout the entire second floor or the whole building for him to lift in peace. He spotted a treadmill and a bench press with an odd looking bar. Devon explained that the usual weightlifting bars were a bit too small for his hands, so he had one made for him that was able to take the weight he put on it without it bending like the last one.

Before long, the man's original complaint had faded. After getting to know up close how the place was structured, he didn't mind the sounds too much once he knew where it was coming from. He brought up Devon suggesting some sort of insulation to drown out the sounds and he felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Before he knew it, the day had faded into the evening before the man left the apartment with a friend instead of coming in expecting a nuisance. He could see why the landlord liked him so much. He was pretty kind and the money he had was more than enough to fund whatever he was thinking so long it made sense. He eventually left the over sized apartment with the invite to one of Devon's games, and when he arrived back into his own apartment, an idea sprouted into his head.

“Wonder if I was that big...sounds pretty great to be honest." He mumbled before kicking back and watching TV for the night.