Commission made by  nuclear_fusion

This is a awesome short story, I love it so much! ^_^

Contains: Fighting/Wrestling - Macro - Growth - Muscle - Crushing

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“I’m impressed you managed to pin me,” the yoshi-fox stated with open sincerity, his twin tails battering the gym mat with a dull staccato rhythm. The yellow furred, muscled hybrid struggled beneath the clumsy pin, shoulders pressed to the ground by the brute force of his opponent.

“I’m just as surprised as you are,” replied the cross-fox, teeth grit and beads of sweat dripping into a river that soaked through his singlet. “I have absolutely zero idea what I’m doing here just so you know.”

“That’s just fine. You’re doing great right now. And I’m sure you’ll be far more comfortable and familiar with the next part of this match.” Yoshils’ shrugged, with the simple motion throwing Zev off and leaving the twin-tailed wrestler free to put his arms behind his head. “Yoshi!” His pectorals bulged, a mixture of flexing and growing that harmonized the two actions so perfectly it almost looked like the flexing was the direct catalyst for the growing.

Everything was getting bigger at an alarming rate. Whatever fueled the acceleration of mass, Zev couldn’t guess. He marvelled instead at the contours of beef, how the singlet at first tried to cling to life, showcasing in spandex the most tantalizing bulges and mounds of the beast, before splitting apart. Free of clothing, the yoshi-fox sighed, content to feel the air conditioning run over him, fur bristling from the slight current in the room. His toes wiggled, dangling over the edge of the mat that marked the out of bounds area for the match. A creak from the ballooning biceps shocked Zev out of his reverie.

Zev scrambled away, all too aware of what was going to be happening soon. The yoshi-fox spread himself across the mat, laying on his back and admiring the beams in the ceiling as he approached them. He stretched, attempting to grab one and snap it like a twig, but the false sense of perspective cheated him out of a good bit of destruction. There were still many feet to cover before he would be able to touch the roof of the gymnasium.

To make up for the lack of something solid filling his hands, Yoshils made a grab at the fleeing fox, the tree thick arm of the hybrid slamming Zev into the mat. “We did say anything goes, as you recall.” Yoshils rolled over on to his side, eyes bigger than Zev’s head staring, dancing with merriment. “You’re free to grow too, of course, but I’ve already got the head start, so I’m not sure it’ll really help you.” He rolled over, trapping Zev between the floor and boulder hard pectorals. “But please, at least try and struggle. It’ll be so much more fun for both of us if you do, yoshi!”

The swelling mass of muscle and size squished the hapless fox. Zev clawed at that ground while his arms still had the ability to move. Before he was completely submerged beneath incredible bulk, Zev made one final cry.

“Help!”