It was a bright sunny day and Steve was wandering around, examining the exhibits and seeing several animals. Finally, he reached the exhibit of his favorite animal, the wolves. But he was in for a surprise when he saw the wolf habitat was empty, and it had digging machines in it. "What's going on?" Steve asked a nearby zoo employee. "The wolves are being released back into the wild. We're going to replace them with a rhino habitat." "Oh..." Steve said disappointedly.

"It was very well saddening. I have worked here for all of my life, and to see those wolves go... It's heartbreaking." Steve was barely paying attention to the man's words, only watching the drills bury into the ground, and ruining his favorite exhibit. He clenched a bony finger to the fence, gripping with very little strength he had, and started shaking the metal bares. "That was the only reason why I came here!"

"I'm sorry..." The employee sighed shaking his head. "If it's any consolation. The gift shop would still have all of its wolves themed merchandise.." Steve sighed and lowered his head, before walking off to the gift shop sadly. He entered, and sure enough, they still had wolf themed stuff. He looked around, but nothing was anything that he could use. Then he stopped and stared at a bright red scarf. "Huh?" Steve said looking at it "What's this?"

His hand reached towards the top of the rack, taking a handful of the scarf, it's fabric rubbing against his hands, as he pulls it off. He examined the scarf with its dark red color looking a bit worn, with its end torn off. Steve was a bit confused, wasn't quite sure why such an old looking rag was in a store like this. He went up to the cashier, setting the fabric down on top of the counter, its enormous size covering up the white-stoned-counter, almost touching the floor. "Excuse me sir, but why are you selling used scarves?"

"That scarf was made from wolves fur. We've had it for a while, no one really seems to want it." The clerk said. "Why not?" Steve asked. "I dunno.. Maybe it's just uncomfortable?" He shrugged. "Well... I'll take it" Steve said. He bought the scarf, then went into the bathroom where there was a mirror. He gently wrapped the scarf around his neck. It certainly felt soft, in fact, it was so soft, Steve almost felt like he could fall asleep right there. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was shocked to see it was night. "Huh?" He left the bathroom to find the gift shop was closed, and everyone had gone. it was dark outside, but the full moon shone.

Steves' body was shaking like it was out of control. He tried to drag himself, leaning up against the metal fence, watching the drills digging into the ground, yet something about the scene changed. He started to see what appeared to be faded images of the wolves who used to be inside of the exhibit, playing, sleeping, and roaming around. At that moment, Steve understood why the wolves left, and why it was meant to be. Freedom. The zoo was a prison, caught up by society, as humans watched their suffering. No longer could they roam along the free open land, but amongst the rotten world of those who laugh and mock the living locked up in cages. His body shook harder, a smile plastered across his face. "I'll show them a true monster instead!"

Steve soon ran off, with his scarf whipping in the breeze. He first arrived at the lion's cage. Steve grunted as his body started to crack and change. His frame bulked up some, as his skeleton grew bigger and stronger to support a larger body. He clenched his fists, only to feel his fingernails pushing outwards, lengthening, and sharpening into claws. He stared at his fingertips started to turn blue, then spread to his whole fingers, and then his hands.

He gripped to the metal bars, trying to pull as hard as he could, his hands grew in size. They became wider, his veins popping out of his blue fur, traveling up his arms, cracking as they grew in length. His once small puny arms started to fit into his new frame, going down towards his legs, his thin arms shifting, pops of muscle and creating marks of bumps and ridges, his biceps feeling out the sleeve of his shirt, and ripping into shreds. The pieces fell around his forearms, wrapping into giant bandages, its color changing from green to a light brown. Steve heaved, hearing the metal hinges pop beneath the ground, as his shoulders bulged out, giant mounds of muscle piling up on top of each other.

Finally, his biceps peaked at the size of basketballs. He let out a roar and tore a huge hole in the cage. all the lions, lionesses, and cubs ran out. None of them tried to attack him. Steve grinned, but then grunted and doubled over as his back muscles cracked and grew. His shoulders thickened, and his back grew meatier. Fur grew over his arms and started making its way over his back. Steve grinned, then turned and ran off to the next exhibit. The feeling soon started to spread to his chest, which began pushing outwards and growing tighter and tighter within his shirt.

He slammed his body against the metal fence, the zebras within the cage shifting away from Steve, as his shirt was tearing from his growing chest. His flat pecs started to firm, his muscles tensing as his height seemed to increase by a foot, clenching against his shirt, as his stomach observed any fat that he had, condensing into hard abs, outlining each one, causing his shirt to move up a bit, becoming too small to even fit his upper body. Steve clenched his teeth, grabbing ahold of the tight attire with his claws, ripping into the fabric even more. "Don't need this worthless rag anymore, huh fellas?"

The zebras didn't respond, but once Steve tore open their cage, they all made a run for it. Steve grinned flexing his large upper body. As he started to run to the next cage, he stumbled a bit. As light blue fur grew to cover his pecs and abs, he could feel a change starting to happen in his pants. Steve groaned as he felt his tailbone stretch and crack, growing outwards into something no human would have. It grew tighter within his jeans, so tight in fact that Steve slashed a hole in the back as a long thick fluffy blue tail grew out, freed from its prison. "Hehe, don't know why I would wear anything that didn't make soon for this."

Steve kicked off the ground, running towards the underground passage, where the Antarctic animals were being held, as his blue jeans seemed to form a black belt moving underneath his pant loops. It wrapped around, with a squared-metal-buckle formed in the center, as the belt sticks out a bit not entirely tucked in. Steve jumps from the top of the steps, and lands onto the ground, as his leg muscles bulge out, his blue-jeans flare, growing raggier, it's blue color darkening into brown. He grew even taller with each step, his leg muscles tightening and thickening, as his shoes lengthened as well. His black walking shoes grew over about 3 feet covering his legs, his ragged pants tucking inside, his laces at the bottom climbing around the front, wrapping into giant black straps, a dark brown oval resting from behind, as the front of his shoes creaked and grew with each step, forming into giant brown boots. Steve stopped in his tracks, staring at the giant glass window, watching the penguins flap and squawk around. He places his claws against the glass, causing it to crack with each shift of his muscles. "You don't need no glass where you're going, little birdies!"

Steve's body was almost fully transformed by now. He dashed off to the nocturnal exhibit. While it was dark enough in the daytime there, at night it was pitch black. Steve couldn't see it, but the blue from his shoulders was now creeping under the scarf and going to his neck, then his head. His face started to crack and deform. His mouth and nose stretched, pushing out into a muzzle the same color as his chest. His ears shifted, moving from the sides of his head upwards, and growing pointier. He closed his eyes as his hair shortened, and turned a matching blue as well. Finally, when he opened his eyes, they were bright yellow, and the eyes of a creature he long loved. "Hehehe," he smirked as his voice changed "The dark is no problem!" he used a combination of his own eyesight, along with his newly enhanced senses of smell, and hearing.

The newly formed wolf smashes the door open, the metal attachments swinging off the door, and tumbling to the ground with wood flinging across the room. His boots echoed through the chamber, a dark-green-neon light shining down from above. The wolf could make out glass windows, hearing the reptiles slither around their cages, the heat of the room even warming up his fur. He leaned against the glass, his yellow-eyes staring into the depths of the fake, wooden trees, as a brown snake glares with black beady eyes. He felt like them. He raised his claws, ready to puncture the glass- "FREEZE!"

"Huh?" Steve looked up in surprise as he saw men with guns pointed at him. "I said FREEZE!" they called. "Who are you?" Steve growled. "We are animal control! And YOU are under arrest!" "What?!" Steve snarled "It's these animals that are under arrest! you selfish humans capture them and force them to live in cramped lonely spaces, just for the mere entertainment of your own kind! You make me sick!" "What??" the men stared "Who exactly are you?" Steve growled, clenching a fist as the feelings of justice swelled within him. "I am BERGAMO! Bergamo the Crusher!"

"Just fire at will!" Suddenly the men started firing at Bergamo, shooting tranquilizers straight at his chest. As they made contact, they seemed to meld into his fur, absorbing them into his body as he stood, allowing the darts to hit, as the man in front started to look a bit nervous. Bergamo suddenly shook, his body started to grow bigger, a bright glow of red flowing around his body, as his already giant frame engulfed a quarter of the room, making his head only a few inches away from the ceiling, as the men stared in shock and fear. "You really think you can toy with me?"

"What the..." The lead soldier gasped in shock. Bergamo sneered and held up a fist, which glowed red. He lunged and punched the guy in the gut with it. He flew backward, then slammed into the wall before falling to the floor unconscious. "Hehehehe," Bergamo grinned mischievously as he looked at his glowing fist. "Fire! Unleash everything we have at him!" Another guy said.

This time, they flung their guns around their shoulders, and started shooting like maniacs. Glass shattered, the lights from above flickered, and Bergamo glowed even more. His body kept getting bigger, his head smashing into the ceiling, his arms squashing into the cages, while his boots trapped the men against the wall, huddling close to each other from Bergamo's tight squeeze. Bergamo eventually smashed his head against the ceiling, the pieces of tile smashing the ground, and glares. "Don't you ever mess with these creatures ever again, do you hear me? I swear, if I ever see you disgusting creatures use them for such silly gain, I will rightfully kill all of you. And you won't even make it out alive!"

Bergamo sneered as he then stuck out his arm, putting his hand on his bicep, and squeezed. A ball of energy formed in his extended hand, and he shot all of the other people with it. When the blast cleared they all sat on the ground tranquilized. Bergamo laughed, then casually swung his scarf over his shoulder "Hehehe, now that my work here is done, I think it's time I head out." He said the giant blue wolf stomped away, leaving behind an empty zoo, filled with giant bootprints.