Roy hated his job. There was nothing he held in as quite as much contempt as the place in which he worked. It wasn’t because the albino lion found the place an unpleasant environment, it was the exact opposite, it was a very agreeable place in which to work. The people he spent most of the time within the sporting good shop were very pleasant, friendly to him, and, had he the opportunity to see them during his free time off from work; he might’ve even considered them friends.

The fact that Roy hated his job, actually had nothing to do with the actual employment, but rather the clientele, To be more precise, one customer in particular, a bodybuilding meat-head lupine by the name of Brennus.

Brennus had the unfortunate habit of not only being exceedingly thick-witted, but as well, very mouthy and boorish. The first thing the big blue wolf did when he arrived at the shop, was favor the white lion, who was somewhat chubby, with a boisterous off-color remark that could be heard throughout the entire store front. These cruel and taunting words would usually be directed at the lion, and the fact that he was somewhat over weight.

Roy had complained to the manager on several occasions, wishing something to be done about the uncouth lout. But as it happened, aside from being the rudest and most stupid brute to shop at the store, he was also the most lucrative, spending countless hundreds each month for new sporting equipment, gear, and other items in the store, more than any other singular customer. Roy could tell that, for as much as the manager liked and sympathized with the white lion, he cared more about the revenue Brennus brought in then the felines feelings.

So Roy suffered through the insults and taunting, hating his job over one nasty customer.

Such a Customer who, had just walked in through the front door of the establishment, sporting his usual attire of a tight tank top that appeared two sizes too small, and a pair of tight spandex shorts that did little to hide the wolfs impressive endowments.

As he had countless times before, the first thing the hulking blue wolf did was maneuver himself through all the clothing racks, right to the check-out counter. Roy would be there, sensing the impending doom that was the derogative attack on his character, and he sighed inwardly, wishing he could just crawl into a hole and hide.

“Hiya Porkster!” Brennus guffawed in his deep voice, slamming one of his muscle corded arms upon the surface of the counter, making the cash register tremble as he did so.

“Hello, Sir.” Roy answered resentfully, his tone dripping with hatred for the big dumb ox.

“Oh that’s not a proper greeting; I thought plump pigs like you was jolly!” Brennus smirked, tapping his meaty fingers on the counters surface as he gave the white lion a scrutinizing look. “Jus’ might take my bizzness elsewhere, n’ yer boss wouldn’t like that, would he? Naw, don’t think he would, ya’d probably be outta a job, then how’d you afford all the twinkies you consume?”

Roy grit his teeth behind a tight lipped smile, painful to force upon his snowy muzzle with the loathing for this lunkhead steaming within him.

Appearing appeased, Brennus smiled cruelly at him, reaching the arm not resting upon the counter to scratch absently at the unshaven portion of his gritty chin. “That’s better, now, why don’t ya make yer fat-ass self useful n’ show me where the speedos is!”

“They’re right over there, where they usually are, besides the display of kayaks.” Roy answered in the most painfully patient voice he could manage, his face looking like it could crack at any moment from the forced smile that resided there.

Brennus snorted, shaking his head “If I could finds ‘im myself, I wouldn’t have asked ya, I needs ya t’ show me, or is walking a couple inches too much of a strenuous task for such a fat dork like you?

“No, it isn’t, right this way.” Feeling he would explode at any moment with the overwhelming revulsion, Roy made his way from the back of the counter, quickly making his way towards where the swimsuits were located.

“Haw! Ya move pretty fast for such a bloated lump, don’t ya?” Brennus called from a good distance away, actually having been left several feet behind as Roy bustled to get this remedial task over with as quickly as possible.

Roy was in such a rush, huffing and puffing, both in exertion and his building frustration, he ran right into a badger who was perusing some of the wetsuits.

“Ooof!” Roy exclaimed, nearly sending the hapless badger toppling “I’m so sorry sir, I wasn’t paying attention, forgive me.”

The badger, who’s fuzzy head barely reached up to Roys chest, dusted his jacket off, smiling gently in spite of the lions clumsiness. “Oh please don’t fret, I was actually standing here intentionally so that you’d run into me.”

Confused, Roys brows knotted as he regarded the stout creature “What? Why would you do that?”

“So I can give you this, good sir.” From the jacket he wore, the badger pulled from it a very shinny, silky looking piece of fabric in shades of purple. The light from the fluorescent bulbs above reflected off the smooth sleek material, highlighting every crease and fold.

Roy regarded the garment as well the badger looking even more perplexed, unsure of what to think or say. “I don’t understand.” Was all that came, the lion shaking his head.

“You needn’t.” the badger answered plainly, holding the strange material out to Roy to take. “Not now, but you will, just give this to the wolf.”

Hesitantly the lion accepted the dark purple fabric, inspiring the badgers smile to brighten. Once he’d given Roy the strange material, he’d tip his hat, before shuffling off, without another word uttered.

“Hey, what’d ya stop here for? Needed a ho-ho break?”

Brennus’ voice, like a sledgehammer smashed through the lions confusion, who whirled around to address him, one paw still clutching what the badger had delivered to him.

Noticing the glossy purple fabric, The wolf perked a curious eyebrow, before boldly snatching the thing away from the still befuddled lion.

“Say, what’s this thing?” He inquired as he held it up to the light, examining it curiously.

It was revealed to be some kind of posing thong, with a thick waistband, full front and thin piece of fabric in the back that would snugly fit through the rear cheeks.

“Say, this is pretty cool!” Brennus nearly shouted in delight, causing a few fellow shoppers to glance irritably his way. “I gotta trys this on! Ooutta my way ya fat sack o’ crap!”

Roy nearly toppled over as the excitable wolf shoved passed him, leaving the poor tubby lion to cling to a nearby clothing rack for support else he would fall.

Hatefully Roy looked after the path Brennus cut through the maze of metal clothing trees, until he arrived at the dressing room. Yanking the main door to the hall of vacant rooms, and slamming it after himself, the entire structure shivered with the force the hulking behemoths progress.

Minutes passed in silence for Roy, just grateful for the hiatus, however brief, from the unbearable presence of the wolf.

“Hey Fatty Mcgoo, get your wide load in here, ya gotta see this!” Brennus voice bellowed suddenly from within the confines of the fitting room.

Roy sighed miserably, knowing what was to come next, and rather than delay the inevitable, he shoved off the rack he’d been resting up against and trudged to the dressing rooms.

Of all Brennus vast amount character flaws, this was the one Roy despised the most, his vanity. On several occasions, the wolf had demanded the lion come with him to see varying articles of clothing and gear he’d tried on, insisting of this service not only from the lion, but the manager.

“S’always good for a fatty like him t’ see what a real man looks like!” The wolf had pompously insisted “Might encourage ‘im t’ loose some weight, n’ ya knows what they say about th’ customer bein’ right n’ all…”

Brennus had continued on in this fashion for a good twenty minutes, listing off several reasons, each more ludicrous then the last, of why Roy should accompany him. At the risk of losing the highest paying customer, the manager was inclined to agree to the wolfs request, leaving poor Roy to suffer through still more torturous slander on the lupines behalf.

Reluctantly Roy entered through the main door to the dressing rooms, the inside of which consisted of a long bare hallway, each fitting cubical pressed up against the back of the wall, in shades of pale white. A few scuffs here and there from several years use marred the otherwise smooth surface, and patches of off-white paint appeared here and there where graffiti had been strewn about. Roy couldn’t help but feel that Brennus was the culprit behind the defacement, for each bit of graffiti had been written in the same crude penmanship, and all some kind of fat related remark, all indirectly aimed at the lion.

“Ain’t this the shit?” Brennus was found marveling at himself in the mirror at the end of the roomy hall, already having put the silky brief on. The purple posing brief clung tightly to the wolfs essentials, cupping his bare fuzzy cheeks nicely with the strap that ran between them.

“It looks very nice on you.” Roy responded automatically, his voice devoid of emotion. He couldn’t help but feel that that strange purple thong reminded him of something, but he couldn’t place what it was.

“Fuck yea it looks good on me!” Brennus snorted derisively, as if the lions words had been entirely unnecessary. “Bet ya wish ya could pull off wearin’ something like this, don’t ya tubo?” muscle knotted arms raised above his head, he curled them inwards, making already bulging guns swell even more.

Roy said nothing like he often did when subjected to this, keeping his eyes averted, though not enough so he couldn’t still see the egotistical wolf striking various poses, marveling at his own impressive physique.

After several years of time of being in the somewhat soft shape that he was, Roy had become continually unhappy with his body, especially in light of Brennus nasty little remarks. But now more then ever before, the albino feline suddenly had an overwhelming longing to be that muscularly fit. Sure, he’d wished he was in better physical shape countless times before, but the sensation hadn’t been this overpowering, nor could he push it aside like he always used to do so easily, knowing, he simply couldn’t afford the time and money into undertaking such a task, to achieve a monumental build like the wolfs.

“Hey, ya payin’ attention t’ me ya bucket o’ goo?” The wolf suddenly snapped, the mounds of muscle affixed to his powerful back facing Roy as he continued to admire his now bouncing pectorals.

“Yes, I am.” Roy lied, turning his full attention to the wolf. “I really do need to get back to the counter though, if you don’t mind.”

“Fuck ya I mind!” Brennus sneered, spinning on his bare heals, having taken his shoes and socks off. “You think one piddly lil’ purchase by one of the other losers that shop in this dumps gonna make more then what I spend? Psssssht, I pay all youse guys salary s’what I do, so you’re gonna stand there like the little pussy boot-licker that ya is n’ appreciate my fuckin’ hot body!”

Roy was suddenly trembling with rage, the utter audacity, the pompousness of this wolf was incorrigible, and he’d taken about as much as he could bear. No job in the entire universe was worth this kind of unyielding aggravation.

“Listen to me you conceited, narcissistic goon! No amount of muscle in the entire plane of existence gives you the right to be so tyrannically wicked! You have to be the most boorish, stupid, worthless, dunderhead-ed pile of garbage I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering! Why don’t you do me and the entire race of living and breathing organisms a favor and crawl back into the stupid cow that birthed you, and don’t come back out until you’ve gained an iota of fucking manners!”

The words exploded and poured forth from Roys muzzle in such a manner that, even if he had the desire to have stopped them, he couldn’t. He’d been working out what he wanted to say to that horrible oaf since the day he’d started harass him, the words practiced and repeated so many times in his brain they each had to be uttered together, or not at all.

Still shaking from his rage, Roy waited with bated breath at how Brennus would react to his long winded rant, and he seemed to wait for what felt like a lifetime.

Brennus just stood there, his face somewhat blank, the wolfs expression totally absent of any emotion, as if he was a deer caught in blaring headlights.

“Well…what have you to say to that, you over bloated bag of hot air!” Roy roared impatiently, wanting for the wolf to do something, anything, even if it was lashing back out at him. He was ready for anything, he’d been working himself up to this for years.

Still Brennus said nothing, just staring vacantly at Roy, but the more the lion observed him, he realized that Brennus wasn’t looking at him, but rather through him. Also, he noticed something strange about the wolfs eye sockets, they’d become more slanted, squinting, and even more prominent was the sudden enlarging of the wolfs cheeks, they were suddenly puffying out, like little balloons.

Roy was speechless, finding himself outright gawking at the wolf, who was still entirely silent, saying nothing. The silence so complete now, Roy began to notice a very faint, very quiet ‘hissing’ noise that seemed to be coming exactly from where Brennus stood before the mirror.

The silence didn’t retain its hold upon the pair for long however, for after what must have been the passing of several minutes, Brennus appeared to come to himself. The wolf blinked a few times, giving his head a shake, before uttering in a bewildered, oafish grunt “What’d ya say t’ me ya lil’ butterball?!”

Roys anger had all but been extinguished as he gazed transfixed at the still expanding cheeks of the wolf, the thick skulled gym rat appearing not to have yet noticed this strange occurrence.

That was until Brennus tried to speak again, and his words came out as little more that a garbled mess of sputtering nonsense, droplets of spittle flung forth from squished lips. His sudden expression of fear spoke volumes of what words he meant to speak however, as his dim hazel eyes darted down to the lower half of his face.

“F-f-fug!!! W’us gooin’ oon wif mi cheegz!” Brennus finally managed through his squashed lips, smacking his big paws over the perfectly spherical protuberances, feeling them over.

Roy, still unable to formulate even an exclamation of shock, stood gaping at the dumb jock, becoming suddenly aware that the lupines cheeks weren’t the only thing that was swelling. Brennus stomach, once tightly packed with muscular mounds, forming an immaculate six pack, were enlarging and distending outwards. At first there was a vague memory of scarcely visible lines where the abs once resided, before they too vanished entirely, being replaced by a massive orb of weather balloon sized gut, and showing no signs of slowing down either.

“D-d-on’ jushhf stoond dere, doo soomfin’!!!” Brennus pleaded in a demanding tone, albeit ridiculous sounding come from in-between his beach ball sized cheeks. Hard as he tried to better formulate words by pushing his big cheeks apart, Brennus still couldn’t manage it.

Roy, utterly bewildered, couldn’t even begin to think of how to aid the inflating bodybuilder, even if such a desire dwelled within his thoughts. He could only continue staring, watching as not only the wolfs belly grew, but his hips began to extend outwards, legs once heavily corded with muscular bulk losing their definition too, puffing up like giant tubular balloons.

Arms that were once firmly packed with muscular cords, began to enlarge as well, rounding out considerably, until both limbs were forced out at Brennus’ sides, bloated until the wolf could scarcely even move them.

The wolfs thighs continued to grow and grow, increasing in width, until they vanished entirely in the burgeon girth of his still expanding stomach. The wolfs fuzzy butt cheeks, still separated by the purple posing briefs strap, were soon the size of twin weather balloons, stretching and blimping outwards relentlessly.

“Heep meeeb!!!” Brennus cried to the best of his ability through his pumpkin sized cheeks, wiggling himself about helplessly, for soon both of his legs were so ridiculously swollen he couldn’t even stand upon them, forced to sit upon his plump bottom.

Brennus tilted forward, and wobbled about comically, soon his entire body was one big gigantic blimp, and despite the already impressive size that he’d ballooned up into, the wolf was still inflating! Brennus continued to puff and grow outwards, until he resembled some gigantic air blown car lot advertisement.

Roy, still utterly lost, found himself taking a few steps backwards to allow the inflating wolf more room to expand. It was then, that when Brennus’ snug fitting, lustrous purple posing brief, the waistband of which easily towered over the lions head by now, was recognized by the lion. It wasn’t a posing brief at all, but a mawashi belt worn by sumo wrestlers!

As if in time with the lions realization, the wolfs mane, greasy and sleeked back into a pony tail, began to glow, and reformed itself into a traditional sumo topknot chonmage, becoming a darker shade of black. Though the wolfs eyes were already horribly squinted by his bulging cheeks, they became even more thin and narrow, causing the wolfs features to look surprisingly oriental.

Comprehending what had just happened to some degree, Roy seemed to come to himself, still watching the inflated wolf warily. His swelling seemed to have stopped, which was a fortunate thing, as Brennus had ballooned up to such a degree that he could barely fit into the changing room hall, his tubby rounded form squished between walls and the entrances to the fitting rooms.

The wolf, with his squinty little eyes, stared at Roy, imploring him to do something, anything to help him.

As if the wolf had spoken his thoughts aloud, the albino lion simply shook his head, before flatly saying “No.” with such an air of finality as to detour of any further pleading on the wolfs part, vocalized or not.

Roy took a few paw steps closer to the gargantuan hot air balloon sized brute, finding it fitting the once physically fit lout was perhaps filled with as much hot air as he’d dished out over those long, gruesome shifts that he’d visited the lion at the store.

“Doesn’t feel too nice, does it?” Roy growled, pressing a finger into the bloated wolfs loins, finger sinking into the soft squishy mawashi worn over it.

Brennus let out a muffled moan as his massive groin was pressed against, indeed feeling a little aroused in actuality, his immense, jumbo sized wolf hood concealed within the purple mawashi stirring at the sensation of the lions touch.

Quickly Roy withdrew his paw, smirking “Oops, won’t be doing that again.”

Brennus whimpered, trying in vain to do something other than wiggle and wobble about, unable to even flail his upper and lower limbs, so overblown out of proportion they were entirely useless now.

Roy felt an overwhelming urge to gloat at the hapless wolfs condition, and he almost did, before he caught himself. If he were to succumb to such a primal need to boast at anothers expense, he’d been no better than Brennus had been he realized. No matter how much the wolf deserved it, Roy refused to stoop so low.

Instead, he peered around the super colossal swollen wolf, to the changing room he had chosen to strip out of his clothing. There, beyond a door still left partially ajar, Roy spotted the wolfs discarded attire, focusing mainly upon the red, gold and white striped bikini the wolf had been wearing beneath everything.

“I’m not going to brag about this, whatever exactly happened to you, you deserved it, and that look upon your painfully distorted face is enough to appease the many months of torture you inflicted.” Roy stated calmly, as he ambled over to where the wolfs clothing rested.

Through the narrow slits of his eyes, the pumped up canine watched helplessly as Roy began taking off his own attire, until he was in nothing but a pair of black briefs. Though the white lion was a bit pudgy, he wasn’t nearly as chubby as the wolf had made him out to be.

Roy had never really been uncomfortable with his body until Brennus had come along, ruining whatever security he had had. With the wolf bloated into the size of a parade balloon, nothing Brennus could’ve said, if he could’ve spoken, could mar his confidence now.

Saying nothing, Roy then removed his snug briefs, revealing a soft white sheath, above two large snowballs hanging below. Knowing Brennus was watching him intently, unable to look away, Roy carefully, sensually, slid the small little red bikini up between his sturdy legs, pulling it up his knees and thighs, until it rested comfortably over his cock and balls, holding them possessively.

“Mmm…” the lion purred, tail swishing gleefully behind him, as no sooner than the skimpy spandex touch and fondled his sheath and balls, he became rigidly stiff.

Infuriation suddenly filled the bloated Brennus, and he began jerking and wriggling about wildly, but in his expanded state, was unable to do anything else.

“Mine.” Roy stated firmly, beginning to flex his own arms a little before the unfortunate wolf. Though there was little muscle tone to show, Roy realized, he couldn’t deny himself the urge to do the very same thing Brennus had done to him time and time again.

Though Roy was perfectly aware he was not any sort of muscular behemoth, out the corner of his eyes, in the mirror that Brennus had been posing in front of only moments before, he saw something…odd. Both arms he was flexing, arms that he was sure were devoid of any real substantial muscular bulk suddenly looked…bigger.

“What in the world.” Roy marveled, spotting that, not only did his arms appear to be getting larger with muscle, but so did his once plump chest. The pectorals that’d been little more than fleshly slabs attached to his chest, were becoming firmer, tighter, soon rippling with the brawny tendons that grew beneath the furry white flesh.

Roy was again stunned speechless, as he watched, in utter awe as his body grew, reshaping itself from the near lifeless flab that’d resided upon his body into a impressive muscular physique. Abdominals formed and solidified over his once tubby belly, shrinking back into his waist, a waist which was growing in thickness.

Legs soon followed, bulking up, growing beyond their original measurements, soon cording, bulging upon both upper and lower halves. Unable to believe his eyes, Roy continued to watch in silence, until he was easily the muscular stud Brennus had been…perhaps even larger!

Unable to resist the nagging urge, Roy continued to pose, reenacting several bodybuilder positions he’d seen displayed on the TV sets that hung around the store from time to time. He knew none of their names, never having paid too close attention, but he executed each quite gracefully with ease, as if he was suddenly a practiced professional.

Watching himself flex and pose within the fitting rooms mirror, Roy had become ridiculously stiff, his knot straining against the tight yet stretchy fabric of the bikini, the lion not having even noticed until it became somewhat uncomfortable.

Brennus was moaning audibly by now, slanted eyes gazing longingly from high above his bloated pecs at the body that’d once been his. He again tried to move himself even an inch, but managed little more than a slight jiggle, eyes becoming watery with frustration.

“Doesn’t feel good, the helplessness of being subjected to something you don’t particularly like, does it?” Roy scowled as he turned back around to face Brennus, lumbering back over to him with his hulking new body.

Again Roy felt the overwhelming urge to brag and delight within the wolfs misfortune aloud, but somehow managed to keep his thoughts to himself. His expression he felt, was gloating enough, and that he couldn’t withhold, however hard he tried.

“I’m going to leave you here like this, and let someone else figure out how to squeeze your pompous airbloown behind out of here. I might even track down the badger that gave me that mawashi to ask how to fix you…but not right away.”

Roy grinned, giving his huge left arm a final flex, making it appear as if huge steel cables were bursting out from beneath the snowy white fur.

“I think I’m going to take an early break, and if someone asks…I’ll tell them I never saw you.” Roy smirked, before turning around, and tromping away from where the gargantuan inflated wolf still resided.

“MMmmmm, MMMMMMMPH!!!!” Brennus tried to bellow, tried to scream, but his swollen cheeks wouldn’t allow it. All he could do was watch powerlessly as Roy turned to go; gathering up the rest of the jock wolfs clothing before departing the dressing room, not even pausing to look back.


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The authorities didn’t know what to make of the incident at Warrens Sporting Emporium, a blustery, befuddled manager, stunned employees, and utterly clueless shoppers, all gathered within the stores parking lot, as the construction crew came.

No amount of pulling, pushing, or prying could get the airblown blimp wolf out from the clothing room, so it was eventually decided and agreed upon, with no other alternative, the store front had to be partially demolished and taken apart to get Brennus out.

“He was my best customer, the amount of money he brought in…dear lord, what happened to him!” The manager of the store had quoted to the press, wiping his sweaty brow with an already overly most handkerchief.

“He was always so horribly rude; nobody really liked him, so anyone could’ve done this!” One of the workers was quoted to say, though reluctant to bring up the fact that a white lion named Roy Gunnersun was the most vocally abused by the canine.

Nobody even paused to suspect the lion who, called into say he’d need several days off, the shock of what happened having taken its toll upon him. When he returned, several weeks later, in peak physical condition, his clothes scarcely able to contain his hulking build, everyone figured he’d simply taken his days of leave to work out tirelessly.

Roy never did come across that badger again, though he couldn’t say he was entirely dismayed. Though he longed to thank the peculiar little customer for what he’d done, his desire to keep his promise to Brennus to find some way to fix him was much less an issue…and so he never had to.

Nobody who worked at the sporting goods store was quite sure what became of Brennus, some say he was fixed, others say he’s still a big bloated blimp, and everyone has a story to elaborate on either belief.

But no one know for sure, or at least, not anyone who’s telling.

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