Here's a story I wrote for free for Mojo and Wes.
enjoy!


It was a lovely day for a work out, and Wes, the gentlemen horse, wanted to try out the new gym in town. Usually, the chestnut brown equine preferred to exercise on the machines in his rec room at his lavish mansion, but today he was felt like getting sociable. It been quite a while since his last outing to the city, and he could think of no better excuse to go out and socialize. Plus, he admitted to himself as he exited his fancy estate car, he had wanted an excuse to show off his gym clothes for a while now.
As he trotted across the parking lot to the gym’s doors, his change of clothes in a satchel bouncing against his back, Wes smiled and went over his workout plan in his head. He would start on the treadmill, and then he would test his strength against the hand and free weights. Wes turned to look at his left arm. He flexed it, looking at the muscle rise up against his fine Victorian suit’s black fabric. As he admired his biceps, he wondered for a moment if any of the gym’s equipment would be adequate to give him a true workout. But, as he stepped through the gym’s double glass doors, he wasn’t there simply to exercise, he was there to socialize. Though, despite his polite and reserved demeanor, Wes did occasionally enjoy showing of his well-toned body.
Wes had once been a human, but that was a long time ago. After a rather chaotic run in with a magical orange horse parade balloon, he had been transformed from a skinny meek blond human into a mighty, seven foot tall horseman. His hair was now a nice deep shade of brown, and grown out into a lush and fashionable mane. His body had gone from light weight to Olympian, leaving him with muscles that most furs and humans alike died for. What’s more, he had gain the ability to use magic and to make himself grow if he did so wish it. However, as he came to realize over time, using magic to maintain his body’s physical shape became rather dull. So, he had decided that he would work out to keep in shape, like everyone else. Though, he did from time to time give himself a bit of a pumped up protein booster for when he felt a tad too lazy to do the whole exercise routine.
Wes had just signed the gym’s guest book in his cursive script, and was on his way to the locker rooms at the other end of the building, when suddenly someone bumped into him. Wes was so unprepared for it that he lost his balanced and fell over in a most undignified way.
“Out of my way, you peacock,” growled a rough and husky voice that could only belong to the ruffian that had knocked the horse off his hoofs.
“Pardon me, but aren’t you going to excuse yourself?” asked Wes as he picked himself off of the floor, patting down his pants, trying to get the dirt and grime of past workouts off of his clothes before they set in.
“Did you just SAY something to me, fancy pants?” demanded the voice. Wes looked up and saw that the creature that had just so rudely knocked him over was a tall reddish brown Minotaur. He stood a good foot taller than the horseman, and had rather impressive muscles of his own, though his physique was just short of being perfect due to the fact he had a bit of a pot belly that pushed his indigo sweat shorts and white sleeveless tee-shirt out ever so slightly. The big bull had a short main of hair running form the top of his head down his neck, and a neat goatee growing out from under his chin. On top of his head were two large white horns that curved upwards ever so slightly. Wes could just see the bull’s thick chest fur, the same light umber brown as his mane, peeking out from the tee-shirt’s neckline. Lastly, from the bull’s nose, hung a silver nose ring, so big and thick that it bridged the gap from one nostril to the other.
“I said,” Wes started, before the bull cut him off.
“Save it and shove it,” he said, his nostrils flaring in barely contained rage. “You should watch where you are going, peacock.”
Wes admitted to himself at that moment that yes, he may haven’t been paying attention to his surroundings as he was walking just now, but that was no reason for such a ruffian to get so rude.
“I apologize,” said Wes, flashing his biggest, friendliest smile. “Tell me, may I do anything to make it up to you?”
The big bull looked down at the horse for a moment, studying him to see if Wes was making fun of him. After a moment, the Minotaur shook his head and snorted again, his long tail flicking back and forth behind him.
“I doubt you could help me very much, pretty boy,” he said as he crossed his arms in front of his barrel chest. “You may be big in your own right, but that suit makes me think that all that muscle might be padding. After all, you don’t look the type to get all sweaty and dirty. I bet you’re really skinny under that fancy getup. I’m right, aren’t I,” he asked with a wicked smirk.
Wes was a gentleman. He was willing to let many things slide, such as insults over his choice of fashion, or for people to make jokes at his own expense. Never escalate the situation, was a very important life rule that he obeyed. However, something about this rather crude bull before him was really starting to get on his nerves.
“Would you like to see my muscles?” Wes asked, his smile becoming a tad more strained.
“Yeah, I would,” said the bull as he grinned wider.
“As you wish,” said Wes as he let his gym bag slip off of his shoulder and hit the ground with a thud. He then proceeded to gingerly remove his black overcoat, carefully undoing it button by button. Once that was done, he gently slipped one arm out and then the other.
“Today, grandpa,” growled the Minotaur, making Wes grit his teeth in irritation.
“Patience is a virtue,” the horse muttered to his self as he neatly folded his over coat and hung it in the crock of his left arm. With his coat off, he was left wearing his silk vest, and satin collared shirt. With is left hand, he undid the button on the cuffs of his right wrist and proceeded to roll up the sleeve. Wes couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he heard the bull’s reaction at the sight of the horse’s arm muscles as they were gradually exposed.
“Damn, peacock,” said the bull as he looked Wes’s arm as the horse flexed. “Guess I was wrong about that suit being padded.”
“I accept your apology,” said Wes, smiling broadly.
“I must ask though, why do you go around in a spandex suit?”
That did it. Wes could take a lot of grief, but calling the fine and expensive material of his suit something as trivial as spandex made his blood boil. However, he wasn’t one to let his anger show. Nay, he didn’t get destructive when he was mad, he got creative and devious.
“Yes well,” he said as he struggled to keep his smile in place, “I am a tad eccentric. However, I do believe I offered to help you, as an,” he struggled for a moment, before continuing, “apology, for bumping in to you, good sir.”
“As I said, I doubt you could help, unless you can make me huge,” said the minotaur.
“Huge?” asked Wes, an idea forming in his mind.
“Yeah,” said the bull, flexing both of his massive arms, making his muscles budge out. “I’m on a quest to get as big as possible, by any means possible. You may call it an obsession, but I call it an obsession. Unless you can magic me up to sizes I can’t even imagine of right now, I doubt you can help me.”
“Just say the word,” Wes said with a evil grin, “and I can grant that wish of bigness for you.”
The bull took a step back in surprise, his face scrunching up. “No way,” he said. “Magic isn’t real.”
“What have you got to loose, besides a moment of your time?” asked Wes, his fingers already tingling as the perfect spell came to his mind.
“Yah got a point, pony dude,” admitted the minotaur as he glanced absently at the clock hanging on the wall between the exercise bikes to his left. “Alright,” he said with a smile as he turned back to face Wes, “you’ve got yourself a deal. Make me huge, Mr. Fancy Pants.”
“As you wish,” said Wes, the spell ready to go. “If you would be so kind, could you stand a little closer to me?”
“Like this?” asked the bull as he took a few steps closer to Wes, his hoof toed feet clicking against the gym floor tiles.
“Perfect,” said Wes, right before he reached up with his right hand and tore the silver nose ring right off of the Minotaur’s face. It came free with surprising ease, leaving not even so much as a blood trail behind.
“Holly fucking damn shit you little prick!” roared the bull in surprise and pain as he reached out to hold his stinging nose. “Why the fracking hell did you just do that? Are you trying to get run through by my horns you little turd?”
“I am merely granting your desire, sir” said Wes as he twirled the nose ring around on the tip of his index finger. “If you would be so kind as to look carefully at your body, you may see the change already befalling you.”
“Yeah tell me another o-“started the bull before his eyes went wide. It was only then that he noticed that the horse before him had gotten shorter. “Dude,” said he, his mouth agape. “You’re shrinking.”
“Nay,” Wes chuckled as he looked up at the bull before him. “You’re getting bigger, silly.”
“I am?” asked the bull in surprise, almost not believing it. However, as he turned around to look at the exercise machines behind him, he saw that they too seemed to be slowly getting smaller as well. With a smile, the minotaur looked down at his own body, and watched with fascination as his pecs started to swell under his chin, his arms thicken and his legs grow stronger. With a massive grin, he flexed his growing arms, and admired the swelling muscles.
“Not bad, magic man,” said the bull as he posed for the horse. “Tell me, is there more of this coming?”
“Oh, much more, I’d say,” said Wes as he did his best not to snicker.
“Good, no wait, excellent!” Roared the bull in ecstasy, his growth starting to accelerate as a hissing sound could just be heard. The bull swelled up like a balloon, his shirt starting to ride up as his midsection became too long for it to cover. His workout shorts constricted around his swelling calf’s, their legs rapidly shorting, revealing more of the bull’s chocolate furry legs.
Meanwhile, the other patrons of the gym saw what was going on. All it took was a quick glance between the horse and the growing bull to see what was happening, and to know what would probably happen next. Everyone quickly made for the exits, many forgoing to change back into their street clothes before making their escape.
“Where’s everyone going?” asked the bull, as he watched the last fur leave the gym. “Don’t tell me this growth comes with horrible body odor!”
“Oh, it doesn’t, but it also isn’t nowhere near over either,” said Wes as he took a step back from the bull, giving him more room to grow and expand.
“It isn’t?” he asked as he looked at the ceiling, drawing closer by the second to his ivory horns. “Sweet, but ah… I will stop before I hit the ceiling, right… uh…”
“Oh yes, how rude of me,” said the horse as he blushed, before giving the minotaur a little bow. “My name is Wes Franklin, the gentlehorse.”
“Erh,” said the Minotaur, unsure about what to do after the bow. However, as he hit his head on the ceiling, he had no choice but to bow as well, just so he could fit in the rapidly constricting room around him. “You can, ah, just call me Mojo.”
“Just Mojo?” Wes asked as he took another step back to give the bull room to bend down, his body expanding faster and faster, the hissing sound growing slightly louder.
“Yeah, I mean, I do have a last name, but nobody ever uses it, so I’m just Mojo the Minotaur.”
“Nice to meet you then,” said Wes with a smile as he cast a little spell, and a sphere of blue energy encased him in a bubble.
“Erh, what’s that for?” asked Mojo as he got down onto his knees, doing his best to keep from banging his head. His horns became entangled in the lights hanging down from the ceiling of the large gymnasium. Behind him his tail bumped into one of those tall weight machines. It fell over on impact, hitting another machine that hit another that hit another until all the machines were toppling like a line of giant dominos. The big bull winced at the sound of the machines crashing into each other. “Great, he moaned as he crotched down lower, pulling his knees in tight under his swelling body, “My day just keeps getting better and better.”
“Oh, this,” said Wes, tapping the inside of his blue bubble. “This is just so I don’t get any dust on my suit.”
“I’m really going to do this?” asked the minotaur as he got down on his chest, his back brushing against the ceiling, his hoofs backed up against the wall, one foot on either side of the door to the locker rooms. “I am actually going to outgrow the entire building?”
“But of course,” said Wes with a smile. “You did say you wanted to get big, just not how big.”
The Minotaur was about to say something else, when his horns punctured the roof. Big chunks of the ceiling came raining down around his growing brown body, bits of plaster and ceiling tiles bounced off his impressive muscles, and slid off him onto the floor. His feet cracked the back wall, before punching through it as if it was made of paper. His ripped thick arms ballooned at his sides, nearly missing Wes as the horse stepped nimbly out of their way. They burst out of the walls at the side of the gym, one crashing into the parking lot, the other going through to the next building over. Soon, the Minotaur’s bulking back burst through the roof of the building, sending what was left of the roof collapsing around the massive bull’s body.
“Whoa,” said the bull once he was freed of the gym’s confines. He pushed himself off the ground and brought himself to his hoofs. Without anything to keep him confined, he was finally able to rise to his full impressive height. Taking a moment to look around, a smile crept across his massive lips. “Look at me!” he cried with glee as he flexed his truly massive arms. “I’m the biggest around! But,” he said with a wicked grin as he looked down at himself, “I’m not big enough, not yet! My clothes are still in one piece!”
It was true. Although his tank top was stretched to its limit, and his gym shorts were more like a sort speedo, they were still hanging in there.
“No worries,” said Wes from somewhere at the Minotaur’s feet. “You’ve still got quite a ways to go, and I doubt that those things will hang on for much longer.”
“Sweet,” said the Minotaur as he let out a mighty roar of pleasure. Soon enough, he could feel his clothes tighter and tighter as he rose up and out of the ruins of the gym. “Time for a show,” he said with a smile as he flexed his arms and pecs as hard as he could, straining his shirt to its max. Soon, holes started to appear in the fabric, before, with an almighty rip, the fabric burst from the brown Minotaur’s chest, revealing his thick and fluffy chest fur for all to admire. Mere moments later, his pants gave, revealing his shaggy pelvis.
“Mmm, there we go,” the Minotaur sighed as he patted his large chest. “I wonder how big I am now.”
“I’d say nearing fifty feet,” said Wes, his voice projecting up to the giant’s ears. “Make that sixty.”
“Whoa, I’m growing that fast?” asked Mojo in amazement.
“No,” said Wes, “you’re growing faster and faster.”
“Awesome!” said Mojo as he let out another loud roar of joy. “Bigger is always better!”
Just then, the Minotaur’s body shot up to double its size, causing him to lose his balance. He fell down onto his rump with a loud thud that shook the entire city block. Dust flew up around his shaggy body, and what was left of the gym was set scattering by the shock wave. By now, the hissing sound, which had been growing steadily louder as Mojo grew, was loud enough that there wasn’t any ignoring it anymore.
“Ow,” moaned the bull as he sat on the ground, still swelling bigger and bigger, his hoofs now forcing their way into the building located behind the gym. They crashed through the structure’s back wall, causing crates and things to spill out of the breach like blood from a wound. During the mere seconds after he had fallen, he had grown to roughly a hundred and ten feet, and was still shooting up like a weed into the sky. “You could have warned me that I’d have a growth burst like that, peacock,” the bull grumbled as he looked down at Wes, still inside his little protective force-field bubble.
“Ah, and ruin part of the surprise?” asked Wes, a fake pout on his face.
“I was never a fan of those,” said Mojo as he pulled in his feet into his chest, part of the building collapsing as his hoofs slid out of the gap. “What is that blasted hissing? Did I break a gas pie or something?” he asked, looking around at the rubble around him with searching eyes. “I really don’t want have to deal with an explosion atop all of this.”
“Oh, it’s not gas,” said Wes as he started to walk away from the swelling bull’s bulk. Already, Mojo was pressing up against the buildings to his left and right, his body causing the structures to creak and crack as he grew out into them.
“Then, what is it? It’s so annoying,” said Mojo as he brought his pinky to his pointy ear and tried to scrape the sound out of his ear. Alas, that didn’t make it go away. He then turned to look over his shoulder to see the little horseman walking away. It didn’t bother him too much that Wes was moving farther away. It made sense with the rate of the bull’s expansion. Mojo wasn’t sure, but he felt like he had already grown a good twenty feet bigger just while he was picking at his ear.
“Well, since you asked,” said Wes as he continued to walk away from the swelling Minotaur, his path taking him towards the parking lot. “That would be the sound of air filling you up, making you bigger and stronger.”
“Wait,” said the bull, confusion on his face. “Air? I’m filling with air? Like a balloon?”
“That’s the idea, my large friend,” said Wes as he reached his car and got inside. He may like growing and causing growth, but he didn’t want to damage his car if he could help it. It was a classic after all.
“So… I’m just a big balloon? Is that it?” asked the Minotaur, concern growing on his face as the rest of him grew. He winced as he felt his thighs grind their way through the buildings on other side of him. They almost felt like cakes with the way the crumbled against his bulk, becoming just a mess of grey rubble and bits of what had been inside them poking through the debris.
“That’s it exactly,” said Wes as he got behind the wheel of his car, his voice being magically projected up to the minotaur so he could still hear the horse.
“I am not sure how I feel about that,” said Mojo as he slowly rose to his feet, being careful not to swat Wes’s car with his long tail as he rose up. “I’m not going to pop, am I?”
“No, of course not,” Wes assured the bull, though he didn’t look the big guy in the eyes.
It was then that Mojo became aware of a slight creaking sound. It sounded close, but despite how hard he looked, he couldn’t find it. He did notice, with some concern that his muscles were getting a tad too big for his taste. His pecs were growing rapidly, creeping up on his head. They were getting so big that his chest fur seemed to almost be stretched out across their widening expanse. His neck was becoming thicker by the minute, making it hard for him to turn his head to look around. His biceps and triceps were filling out to such an extent that they were starting to look like mountains, even when he wasn’t flexing his arms. His legs were so ripped with muscle, that he felt that if he happened to be in front of the tallest mountain in all existence, all he would have to do is give it a good kick to send it tumbling down. As it was, he was bigger and buffer than he had ever thought possible, yet still the bulk and the height kept piling onto his frame. Still, that creaking wasn’t going away, and it seemed to get louder the more he moved about.
“Are you sure about that?” Mojo asked nervously as he got down on one knee to get a better look at Wes in his car. To his surprise, Wes put the car in gear and started to drive away. “Wait!” shouted Mojo as he reached out one massive hand to the car speeding away, trying to grab it before it got too far. “Don’t run off and leave me like this!”
“Don’t worry!” shouted back Wes, his voice still being magically projected. “Nothing on this earth could pop you. Bursting though, that’s a different matter. Don’t worry, you’ll see very soon.”
And just like that, Wes pealed out. Mojo missed grabbing the car by a hair’s width, his gigantic brown hand coming down on the pavement where the car had been moments before. To the bull’s shock, he was so large now that his hand not only covered the entire parking lot, but the road beyond and a bit of the side walk across the street.
With a rude retort, Mojo rose again to his hoofs, and took to his hoofs in pursuit of the car. As he stampeded after Wes, Mojo noticed to his surprise that he was now taller than the buildings on either side of him. This was no small feat, as they these buildings were around twenty stories tall. Doing a quick bit of mental math, the bull realized that he had grown so large by now that he was over two hundred feet tall, and still growing. He could tell by just comparing how high the buildings were to him that he was still getting bigger and bigger. And if that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, he could now feel his body growing, as well as hear that ever persistent hissing sound. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, if anything he found himself quite enjoying it, but it also had a rather uncomfortable undertone, like after one ate a large meal that was extremely delicious, but also know that later they’d have to pay for it with horrible indigestion.
It wasn’t just the buildings that were getting shorter to Mojo, as he noticed with a start that the space between them was also getting narrower as he went. Soon, when the buildings came up to his midsection, he found himself having to travel in a sideways, like a crab, in order to keep moving without getting wedge between the office buildings. Unlike others in his current situation, Mojo didn’t want to cause any more damage than he could prevent. He may have been a tad rude earlier, but he wasn’t a bad bull at heart. He had just been having a bad day when he ran into Wes at the gym.
It was almost a relief when he had grown and swelled so large that he could just raise one hoof foot over a few buildings and put it down on a street on the other side. It meant he could move a bit faster, though he was becoming more and more aware of that creaking sound. He had figured out by now that it was his own body that was making that sound. With every movement he made, his muscles squeaked against each other, like bunch of balloons rubbing against each other. The minotaur couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the sound. It served as a reminder that he was filling with air. For a moment, he stopped moving and asked himself if he had actually become any stronger. Were his muscles like real balloons, and he couldn’t lift any more weight than he could before this magical growth befell him? Desperate to know the answer, Mojo looked around for a building that didn’t seem to be in use, and found a thirty story building that had a wrecking ball set up in the parking lot in front of it.
“Talk about convenient,” he muttered to himself as he leaned forward and placed his big thick chocolatey brown hands on either side of the structure and bent his legs in preparation of lifting it. At first, he had trouble pulling it up, as it stuck firm to its foundations, which in turn were stuck fast in the ground. To help coax it free, Mojo rocked the building back and forth till he heard tiny clicks, signaling that the building had snapped free from its basement. With surprisingly little effort, Mojo pushed off with his legs and stood up, the old building dripping bits of flooring, garbage, metal and rubble as he lifted it into the air. To his surprise, it was as heavy as an empty cardboard box, proving that his strength had indeed increased with his growth.
“My dear Mojo,” said Wes, causing the bull to jump. Mojo struggled to keep a hold of the building, but in his fumbling, he squeezed too hard and the thing burst in his hands like a rotten pumpkin. “Please, come to the park at your earliest convenience,” said Wes, not missing a beat.
“Erh, just a moment,” said Mojo, wondering how he could still hear the horse even though he had lost track of where the car had gone after he decided to test his strength. Looking down at the mess he made at his swelling black hoofs, Mojo sheepishly kicked at them, directing the rubble back towards where he had pulled it up from. He hoped that the construction workers were serious about wanting the building torn down. With that out of way, the mountain of muscle that was the minotaur, turned and easily spotted the park from his rising vantage point, and without a moment’s hesitation, took off at a good trot. He was careful about where he put his huge hoofs down, wishing not to crush anything underneath them, which became harder by the second.
The city’s park was a very massive open expanse. Whoever had designed the city had planned this area to span from one end of the city to the other, and be as wide as a dozen city blocks. It sported several sports fields, lakes, gardens and a couple of playgrounds. At the moment, it was where Wes was waiting for the growing Mojo. The horse had to admit, he might have given this one a tad too much juice, but he reminded himself that it would be worth it in the end. Though, he supposed that he’d have to cast some serious magic when this was all over to help rebuild the city. It was a good thing the city’s park was so close, he thought to himself as he watched the bull’s approach, like a walking mountain. If he had to let this spell take its course out in the city, then he’d have to spend a week repairing the damage.
Once the Minotaur entered the park, he let out a sigh of relief. Here, he knew he didn’t have to worry about crushing anything, and for the moment he had plenty of room to grow.
“So,” he said, looking around for Wes, a task as easy as looking for one particular ant among a swarm at a picnic, “just, ah, how much bigger am I going to get?”
“Oh, not much more, I should think,” said Wes’s voice.
“Phew,” Mojo sighed as he whipped his brow. “For a moment there I thought I would keep growing till I outgrew the planet.”
“There is always time for that some other day,” said Wes playfully.
“Wait, what do you mean,” started Mojo before letting out a loud belch. It caused the windows of the buildings bordering the park to all shatter in the shockwave of his burp. “Erf,” said Mojo, blushing deeply and holding a thick hand to his big maw, “pardon me.”
“Ah, time for phase two,” said Wes.
“Phase two, wha” started the bull before he became aware of a sensation growing in his belly. Looking down in confusion at his midsection, he saw that his perfect abs was rounding out. At first, it looked as if he had just downed a six pack of beer, but then as his belly swelled to the relative size of a beach ball to him, he began to panic.
“What’s happening to me!?” he demanded as his belly continued to fill out. Upon getting no answer, Mojo cursed, and then got down on his knees to look around for Wes. He got down on to his hands to get an even better look, looking this way and that, at the fields and the gardens, but the horseman was nowhere in sight.
“Get back here you peacock!” the minotaur demanded, running his hands through the trees, knocking entire forests over in his search for answers. All the while, his midsection continued to round out, soon lifting him slightly off the ground. As he continue to bloat up, he could his body creaking as it stretched out, like the balloon he was. The hissing wasn’t letting up either, becoming louder by the second as he grew and swelled. Within seconds, Mojo realized that if he stayed down on his hands and knees, his rapidly growing middle would prevent him from getting up, so he quickly rose to his hoofs. Even then, getting up was a bit of a challenge, his belly now the size of a yoga ball to him, and showing no signs of stopping. His abs by now had been completely consumed by the roundness, and his pelvis was starting to stretch out, forcing his legs wide apart, giving him a large bottom appearance, similar to a kaiju, only Mojo’s upper bit, though layered upon layer of muscle, still kept somewhat normal proportions.
“This isn’t what I wanted,” groaned Mojo as he felt the swelling sphere that was his belly with his meaty hands. It was a very unnerving to him that he could feel the thing expand under his hands. “Could you please make this stop, I’m big enough now,” moaned the Minotaur. But there was no stopping, if anything; things seemed to be speeding up.
His inflation, for what else could it is, now that he knew that he was filling with air, was starting to consume the Minotaur’s pecs and his legs. He had a feeling that his tail was shortening too, but his neck was too muscular for Mojo to be able to look and see for himself. As it was, he was struggling to remain standing as his swelling body was forcing his legs farther and farther apart, his hoofs digging sideways trenches in the park beneath him, seriously marring the well-manicured landscape.
“Please make it stop!” the Minotaur begged, trying desperately to hold down his swelling body with his hands, with no success. “I’m sorry I bumped into you at the gym, I’m sorry I said your suit was padded, and I really didn’t mean that quip about it being made out of spandex! Please, just make this stop before I pop!”
There was no word from the horse, leaving Mojo to only have to watch his rounding body grow and grow, creaking more and more, the hissing almost as loud as a train whistle. He could now feel the pressure of the growing orb forcing his shoulders apart, adding his arms and legs to the inflating ball that was his body. Soon he was little more than a head, hands and two feet that struggled to keep him from rolling off to parts unknown.
“You said I wouldn’t pop,” moaned Mojo as his cheeks started to puff up on either side of his face, making talking difficult.
“But you won’t pop,” said Wes, from somewhere that Mojo couldn’t pinpoint. “I didn’t say anything about bursting. Popping implies you got poked by something that caused a rupture. Bursting, on the other hand, means you got too full and your body couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Aw crap,” said Mojo, and with a loud burp, he burst like the balloon he was. The bang his destruction unleashed made everyone in the city deaf for a good ten minutes, and left everyone else with an annoying ringing in their ears for several days. Despite having exploded, Mojo wasn’t dead and gone, much to his, or her surprise.
What had once been a gigantic brown Minotaur male, was now a very dazed female example of the same species. She stood just as tall as Mojo had when he had burst, though she, despite being very curvy in all the right places, was nowhere near exploding. She was decked out, impossibly, in clothes that fit her gigantic stature perfectly. She wore a red tee-shirt that was framed by a leather cowgirl vest that had several tassels dangling from its trimmings. A white bandanna was tied around her neck, and didn’t have a chance of hiding her ample cleavage from the world. Her perfectly tailored blue jeans were supported at a narrow waste by a thick with leather belt that was buckled by a golden star. Atop her head was a white cowboy hat that long golden curls flowed out of and down her back.
“Golly, that was quite an experience,” she said as she wobbled about on her hoofs, a tad disoriented by the explosion.
“Ah, Bessie, nice of you to join us, my dear” said Wes as he stepped out from behind the tallest building in the city, the only one large enough to hide the fact that he had made himself just as big, if not slightly bigger, than Mojo had been before he went boom.
“Wessy, sugar!” said Bessie in recognition as she swayed her way over to the massive horseman. “You sure know how to give a girl an entrance.”
“What can I say,” said Wes as he opened his arms to give her a hug. “I have a flair for the dramatic.”
“Hey, I am not complaining,” she said as leapt into his arms. “I just wish you’d have me come out and play more often. It gets lonely on my farm. Speaking of which,” she said as she looked down at the bits of what had been Mojo, scattered about the park around her, “is that guy going to be okay?”
“Oh he’ll be fine,” said Wes with a chuckle as he batted his hand as if swatting away a fly. “He’ll reform in an hour or so, with a few extra tricks, and able to get this big again on his own. I just wanted to teach him a little lesson, and get a chance to see you again. It really has been too long, Bessie.”
“Let me guess,” she said as she batted her green eyes at Wes coly. “He said the suit was made of spandex?”
“I just can’t stand such insults,” said Wes, blushing slightly as he absently brushed at his pants.
“Oh I know,” She said with a simile before taking a step back, putting her hands on her hips. “They do say the clothes make the man, however, you make the clothes. You could be wearing paper and still be my strong dapper steed.”
“Ah Bessie, You know just what to say,” said Wes as he gave her a bow. “Shall we dance?”
` “I thought you’d never ask, Sugar” said Bessie as she reached out her hand, which Wes took. And like that, the two began to dance a graceful waltz in the park, the large empty space just big enough for them to move about without kicking buildings over. In the end, Wes didn’t get to exercise at the gym as he wanted, but at least he had a little fun, and a chance to see his girlfriend again. All in all, a pretty good day.

The end