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Taylor was as wide as Burt's desk. Hiro shook his mighty hand with his tail touching the back of his legs. The rhino looked like he could bench press a vending machine. A man of few words, Taylor gave Hiro and Burt a pair of laminated gym cards with gleaming metallic trim.

"We're open from 5 am to midnight, seven days a week except for Christmas and New Years," Taylor informed them. "You're free to bring in your own trainer, of course. We do have our own on staff as well, including yours truly."

Taylor winked at Hiro. Hiro curled his toes as he blushed. It had been years since Hiro felt small compared to anyone.

"It's an all-male gym. Lockers through the back. Your locker number's on the back of your card, and you use it on the swipe lock. Questions?"

When neither Hiro nor Burt had any, Taylor grunted. "Anything else you need, guys, just let one of us in the uniforms know. This isn't like any other gym you've been to. We pride ourselves on going above and beyond to take care of our boys. Just think of us as your new extended family."

"Thanks," Hiro said, still a little flustered.

Platinum Gym was immaculate. Everything gleamed. The lobby featured a wall-to-ceiling window as its front entrance. The high ceiling was supported by marble pillars that reminded Hiro of a Greek temple. There were live tropical plants to brighten up the deep onyx tiled floor, fed by an automated watering system so the lobby always had a quiet fountain-like sound. Framed pictures lined the walls - signed photos of the legends that had passed through Platinum's doors over the years.

"Wow," Burt whispered when they walked through the back doors that led to the locker rooms.

There was no division between the main hall and the entrance to the weight room. The marble hallway just ended as the gym began. From where they stood, Hiro and Burt could see a weight room the size of a soccer field, filled with state-of-the-art equipment and weights.Even from the end of the hall, Hiro could make out how massive the men were working out in that gym. Their pants, grunts, and growls echoed down the hallway like a zoo.

Two sets of locker rooms could be accessed from the hallway, one on each wall. Hiro picked the right-hand room. He padded in, ears low, not sure what to expect. The bathrooms and shower stalls waited on the left hand wall. A labyrinth of tall, pure steel lockers stood to the right. Two deep voices chatted to each other, their owners hidden from view. Hiro didn't speak the language. Italian, maybe?

Hiro rounded the corner. The voices came from a pair of giant stallions who stood half-dressed diagonally from Hiro and Burt. Each towered almost seven feet tall, their hooves like dinner plates, each enormous bulging arm as big around as a car's tire.

Hiro ripped his eyes away. He flipped over the back of his gym card. Locker 552. Hiro scanned the embossed locker numbers. His heart sank. His assigned locker was right beside the hulking horses. Biting his lip, Hiro made his way over. The stallions spotted him at once. One was a gorgeous chestnut with his flowing black mane tied in a neat ponytail sporting a white star between his eyes. The other was black, his mane the color of new tin, crimped into a set of tight waves that framed his rippling, meaty neck.

The chestnut stallion grinned at Hiro. "Look at you, ah? You son of a bitch! Manz! Get a load of this motherfucker!"

Manz, the dark horse, clapped Hiro on the shoulder. Hiro actually stumbled a little. "I never seen a volpe in here before! Where's a beast like you been hiding?"

"It's my first day," Hiro said.

"Don't worry, bello, you're in good hands," Manz assured him, "Platinum is the best in the world! Isn't that right, Vito?"

Vito nodded. "Nowhere else in the world like it. They treat us like the kings we are!"

Burt cleared his throat. Hiro introduced them. The mighty horses showered him with the same exuberance, leaving Burt staggering and flustered for a few moments.

"Hiro, you want to get changed?" Burt said after he'd collected himself. "I'm going to go see if I can find the squat racks."

Hiro wanted to object to Burt leaving him alone with the equine titans, but the devilish side of his brain stopped him. Manz and Vito were living dreams. Burt didn't want to share them.

Hiro's tail fluttered when Manz's powerful hands squeezed over his thick shoulders. "You seem tense, bello," he said.

"I'm just a little nervous," Hiro admitted. "I mean, I've never been to an international pro gym."

Vito smiled at him. He murmured something Italian to Manz, who chuckled. Hiro looked from one to the other.

"What?"

"He was just commenting on how beautiful you are," Manz translated.

Manz's massaging fingers forced a soft groan from Hiro. "Me? Beautiful? I'm nothing compared to you guys! I've never seen anyone so massive in my life!"

"Ah, bello, we're not so different," Vito whickered. Fuck, that Italian accent combined with his rich bass was irresistible. "Take Manz, here. Gorgeous, isn't he? Come on, you fucker, show off for the Americano sporco."

Manz tossed those shimmering curls back from his brown eyes and swung his left arm up. Hiro's eyes burst wide. Manz's immense bulging muscle was larger than Hiro's entire chest. Manz fixed Hiro with a hypnotic look.

"Touch it," Manz said. "Make sure it's real."

Swallowing hard, Hiro brought his paws up to caress the peak. Then spread his palm out flat against the round curve of it and move his fingers across the gleaming brown hide as though they were knives spreading butter.

"When Manz started training, he was called 'pony' because of his size. Can you believe it?" Vito said. "Nobody in town understood what he was doing. Not even his own parents. But after his ten months in the Italian military, Manz was already a monster! So he kept going. Kept pushing himself. He moved to San Marino and from became Mr. Italy, all in less than two years!"

"Sounds familiar, no?" Manz said to Hiro.

Hiro had to admit it did. He could still see the looks on his parents faces when he broke the news to them he was dropping out of college to pursue his bodybuilding full-time.

Vito leaned his cheek against Hiro's from behind. "We understand each other, my friend. My brother. Manz and I, we know you. We know what you hunger for. Now that you are here, finally...FINALLY...you will get it."

Vito gripped Hiro's ass. Hiro's spear of fox cock thrust from his sheath like an attacking soldier. Hiro let out a wordless "yiff," purely vulpine.

"Don't! Someone might see!" Hiro gasped.

Manz chuckled. "What happens in Platinum stays in Platinum, bello. This is our sanctuary. Everyone who comes here knows what goes on."

"Let me in," Vito whickered as he nuzzled Hiro's pointed ear. "You've worked so hard to get here, no? You deserve it."

"I..." Hiro struggled to catch his breath. "I need to find Burt. He's waiting for me."

Manz pushed one big hand down Hiro's training shorts to grip his sheath and squeeze. "Let him wait. This is your time. He should be kissing your paws for the chance to train you."

"What?" Hiro said.

"Oh, bello," Manz drawled. "You still don't understand? You're part of the elite, now. The best and biggest men in the world. You don't need to pretend any more."

"What exactly is it I've been pretending?"

Vito slid Hiro's shorts down to his knees. "That you're no better than anyone else."

Manz fondled one of Hiro's bulging arms. "One flex of this, and you can have anything, bello. Fame, fans, lovers, money....fuck, there are clubs back in the Italy we could take you to where you could be worshiped like a god! Just think of it, bello. Think of the possibilities ahead of you!"

"Or better yet," Vito whickered, turning Hiro's face gently toward him. "Let us show you."

Hiro lost himself in Vito's kiss. He turned around to face Vito. His arms crushed themselves as far around that magnificent, enormous back as he could. Hiro couldn't even fully hug Vito, he was so wide.

"You are the only fox I haven't wanted to turn into a bitch," Vito whispered down to Hiro. "You are magnifico." He shook his head while his big hands caressed down Hiro's neck and over his thick pectorals, trailing along his six pack. Vito knew exactly where and how to touch. It was as if Vito were lost for words.

Inspired, Hiro brought his paws up behind his head to crunch down on his abs. Both horses softly groaned and covered the bunched up muscles with their hands.

"Ohhh bello," Manz cooed between kisses. "What you have done to your body....what you have done..."

Hiro nearly crawled into Manz's arms. Lust exploded out of him like a detonated dam. And for the first time since he'd fucked Kacey after the Nationals, Hiro found himself with a partner who could take him at full force. Manz's hungry mouth suckled rough along Hiro's exposed neck. Hiro reached back, smearing fingers into that tightly curled mane.

The stallions crushed Hiro between then. Vito held Hiro's cheeks in his palms. "Welcome to Platinum, bello."

He reached around to grip and start stroking Hiro's shaft.

More Italian, and Manz briefly snapped his lips away from Hiro's to glance down and smile. "Mmmmm....remind me to make you an honorary stallion, bello. That's the biggest I've seen outside of my own species!"

"Big enough to take you, big horse?" Hiro panted.

"Mmmmmm...big enough to take anyone you want, volpe primo," Vito cooed back.

"Walk out of here onto the street without a shirt, bello," Manz said. "Pick someone from the crowd. Tell him you want to fuck him. NO ONE will deny you."

Hiro shuddered violently at the thought.

"Starting to understand?" Vito murmured. "You are a king among foxes. An alpha among every canine in the world."

"Nnnfff!" Hiro groaned.

"He doesn't believe us," Manz chided. He looked at Hiro in sympathy. "He's never imagined he could become so huge. So strong."

"How do you know so much about me?" Hiro moaned out. "How can you KNOW?"

Both stallions smothered Hiro half out of sight between their gigantic naked bodies. Tongues washed Hiro behind the ears, along his snout, wet down his chin and his lips. Hiro was passed from mouth to mouth in an almost continuous kiss.

"Because we have been there, amore mio," Vito said. "I am just a quarter horse. My first trainer told me I should be happy once I hit 300 pounds. I went home and cried myself to sleep. But do you know what happened in the end?"

"What happened?" Hiro said.

Vito made Hiro writhe in the throes of another kiss.

"I passed 300 pounds training on my own one summer. Once I knew that I could, I was unstoppable." His voice took on a savage undertone. "I trained and I trained and I TRAINED. I got my international pro card at 400 pounds. I went back to that gym and found my old trainer. And I RAPED him for daring to doubt me!"

"After making him worship every inch of you, I bet!" Hiro moaned.

"I was BETTER than him," Vito rumbled in shameless pride. "There IS such a thing as a better man, you know. Every man knows that, deep deep inside."

Manz pulled Hiro's head against his pumping giant bicep, nuzzling him. Hiro's tongue slid out to taste it. He explored the surface of Manz's bicep like an astronaut on a planet, slurping and probing, kissing and suckling. Vito whispered encouragement to him the whole time.

"Every man wants muscles like yours, bello," Manz cooed to him. "But only you deserve to actually HAVE them! You've earned them! Even more than we've earned ours."

"I still don't understand what you're trying to tell me," Hiro moaned. His head was a dizzying swirl of pleasure and confusion. He felt almost hypnotized.

"What's your name, bello?" Vito asked.

"Hiro."

"Hiro. If you don't believe me, we will look it up in Platinum's records after we're done here. But you are the first and ONLY canine - ANY canine - who has ever gotten big enough to lift at Platinum. Do you know what that means?" Vito lowered his muzzle and stroked his thick equine tongue deep, deep up the middle of Hiro's pecs.

"It means you are the buffest canine in history, Hiro. And you are only just beginning."

Hiro yowled. Cum shot high enough that Vito could have licked it out of the air. Manz grabbed Hiro by the hips and shoved Hiro's ass open with his thick equine flare as though it were a field ripe for the plow. Hiro relaxed. Manz pushed his gloriously thick cock deep within Hiro's anus. Vito caressed Hiro's cheek. Guided Hiro's mouth to one of his juicy pecs while they danced back and forth. Manz, meanwhile, set up a slow and firm rhythm into Hiro's ass.

The three muscled figures breathed together, a haphazard chorus of panting, grunting, punctuated by a moan here or a swear word there. Hiro wasn't even aware of the other lifters who wandered in and out, as if the public rutting was nothing but a porno on a screen.

"Che figata, he's getting bigger!" Vito panted. He sank to his knees. "I've got to have this cock."

"Oh you want it don't you, horse," Hiro whispered out. "Just to say you've sucked off the biggest canine ever!"

"That's more like it," Manz rumbled.

"Please, big foxy," Vito whispered with his lips to Hiro's balls. "Let me have this honor."

Hiro curled his lip away from his vulpine fangs. "Beg me for it, Vito. In your mother tongue!"

Vito let out a drooling, moaning string of Italian so wanton in its obvious desire that Hiro didn't need or even want it translated. He grabbed Vito by the head and shut him up with the first fuck from his cock into that gorgeous mouth.

"Say it, bello," Manz moaned, picking up speed and power inside Hiro's ass. "I need to hear you BRAG!"

Always before, Hiro had shunned bragging. It was Burt who had told Hiro that real champions didn't need to blow their own horns. Their physique and their winnings spoke for them.

"I'm the biggest canine in the world," Hiro said. That wasn't bragging. Not really. Not if it was true.

But saying it sent blood pounding into his knot.

"I'm the National fucking champion," Hiro declared. "I've beat out tigers, giraffes, and even fucking BEARS in physique! Can you imagine that, boys? That a fucking fox is buffer and better at muscles than a goddamn bear?"

Both huge stallions squealed in delight. Vito wedged Hiro's knot hard into his mouth. He was practically chewing on it. Precum poured out of Hiro's ass, down the underside of Manz's heavy draft horse cock. It splattered in flying streamers of slime across the locker room bench and all over the tiled floor.

Hiro reached back to grab a fist full of Manz's mane and force his head down against his flexed bicep.

"I'm going to get bigger than either of you! I'm going to become a monster! A freak! I'm going to leave my weak caninehood behind and evolve into something the world has never seen!"

Hiro came again, barking aloud, with Manz bucking into him from behind and Vito swirling lips and tongue around Hiro's knot. The two stallions settled Hiro down onto the locker bench. Hiro stirred as if just waking up. His two big horses sat to either side.

Manz leaned forward to nuzzle him. "Grazie mille, bello. I've never had a fox who could handle me all the way. Your ass is delizioso."

"I get it try it next time," Vito said. He smooched Hiro on the cheek.

Manz handed Hiro his clothes, all wadded in a wrinkled mass. Hiro let out a groan of consternation. "Burt ironed these out last night!"

Hiro looked from one stallion to the other. "But I guess he wouldn't mind ironing out the clothes for the biggest fox in history again tonight, huh?"

The stallions whinnied in agreement, sharing a round of fist bumps with Hiro. Hiro's phone buzzed. A text from Burt, wondering where he was. Poor Burt. The little rat had no idea what it was like, having a true world-class body and having it glorified by fellow muscle gods. Hiro imagined inviting Burt to a threesome with himself and the two stallions. Burt would never go for it, of course. His loss.

"Your pet rat miss you?" Manz teased.

Hiro let out a cocky chuckle. "I guess so." He responded that he would be right there, and that he had company.

Hiro looked from one smiling stallion to the other. "Guys, thank you. That was the best sex I think I've ever had."

Vito gave him a chiding look. "Do you really need to think?"

Hiro shivered. "No. I don't."

He pulled Vito into another deep throated kiss.

"And now I want to share something with you," Hiro said. "Would you guys train with me?"

"We just finished our work out for the day," Manz said. Then he grinned. "But I HAVE to see your body in action, bello!"

"Let me order some more mass shakes from the front desk," Vito said. "It's been a while since I pulled a double lifting day."

****

Burt was annoyed. Sure, it took him a while to learn the lay out of a new gym, but Hiro was pushing fourty-five minutes.

Burt was no idiot. He knew exactly what was going on in that locker room. He supposed he couldn't blame the fox. All that excess excitement had to go somewhere.

The hulks who used Platinum kept shouldering Burt out of their way instead of just asking him to move, which didn't help his mood.

Burt's rodent ears perked when Hiro finally appeared at the entrance to the weight room. The way he swaggered in, a giant stallion flanking him to either side, Burt could almost hear the slow motion action sequence music. Burt raised his paw to get Hiro's attention. The huge fox nodded and the trio made their way over to him.

"Enjoy yourself?" Burt said with some acid in his tone.

Hiro's ears and tail dipped a bit but then rose back up as the fox gave him a defiant glare. "I'm here now. And I thought Vito and Manz, here, could show me some of their routine."

"You've GOT a routine, champ," Burt said, rapping a claw to his clipboard. "Right here. And in case I need to remind you, you're going to be facing off against Guntur at the Mr. Colossus in six months. Now, can we cut the bullshit and get to work?"

"Don't let him talk to you like that, bello," Manz said, putting an arm along Hiro's back. "You can afford to take one day and just enjoy yourself."

Burt shoved Manz's arm away. Then both stallions took a step back as Burt launched into them in machine gun fast Italian. Burt ended his tirade with an angry dismissive gesture. The huge horses wandered off, meek as colts.

Hiro looked at Burt, his mouth open. "I didn't know you spoke Italian!"

"And I didn't know I still had to school you on gym etiquette rules that any high school freshman should know. Now, let's go!" Burt said.

Hiro knew that tone. Burt was pissed. He was in full drill sergeant mode. Hiro was going to be one sore fox after training was done. Hiro positioned himself under the squat rack. He tried to focus his mind on the lift he was about to perform. He raised his eyes to sweep the huge weight room. What Vito and Manz had said was true. Hiro didn't see a single canine figure anywhere. One bloated freakshow of a polar bear had an arctic wolf training him off in the far corner, but among the actual bodybuilders, Hiro stood alone.

'I really am the biggest and strongest fox to ever live,' Hiro thought to himself in awe.

Burt barked out the order to start his first rep. Hiro narrowed his eyes. 'Okay, you little rat. You want to see what I can really do?' Hiro thought.

Burt drove Hiro relentlessly. Hiro fought back by breaking every one of his former rep and weight records. Burt upped the weights and cut down the recovery time. Hiro only pumped harder. Biggest fox in the world. Strongest CANINE in history. Hiro repeated them to himself over and over again through the white hot agony that blazed through his legs after set after gruelling set.

The last session for the day was barbell calf raises. Burt demanded 200 continuous reps at 200 pounds. A couple of nearby elephants turned to watch. Hiro saw the astonishment in their faces when they spotted a fox in their gym. For all he knew, this was the sort of set that THEY performed to get those toaster oven sized calves! The thought galvanized Hiro into a red-eyed frenzy. He roared and hoisted the bar off its cradle before Burt even finished his count down.

1....2...3...4...5...Hiro's taught and pumped calves were already protesting. But the pain wasn't too bad yet. 20 reps went by. 50. Hiro started to pant and hiss with effort.

"Another new record, champ. Come on! You're a quarter way home!"

Hiro would show Burt. He would show the fucking elephants. He would show the WORLD!

"100!"

Burt got behind Hiro, ready to help assist him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I GOT THIS!"

Across the gym near the exit, Vito and Manz's ears swiveled. They spied Hiro.

"Mio dio, he's really going for it!" Vito whispered.

The two elephants joined the horses surrounding the savagely panting fox. Hiro wasn't aware of any of it. He couldn't even see any more.

115....116....Hiro's calves were gone. In their place were concrete blocks that he had to force to move. 129...130...In the distance, Hiro thought he heard Burt's muffled shouting. It sounded like he was underwater. Hiro's own heartbeat drowned the rat out. 145...Hiro's knees almost buckled.

Someone grabbed Hiro from behind about the triceps and wordlessly stood there, supporting his lifts. It wasn't Burt. Burt was silent. The whole gym seemed silent. Don't think, you fucking fox! LIFT!

150....160...Hiro roared out his raw defiance. By the time he was done, Guntur wouldn't know what HIT him! Hiro bet even the fucking sun bear couldn't manage a 200 by 200 lift like this! 170, and whoever Hiro's spotter was, he was now doing most of the work. It had become a forced set.

Hiro's legs were two pillars of fire. He could feel the pain all the way up to the base of his tail. He passed the 180 mark and every rep tore a scream from him. Hiro's head was back, mouth open, eyes filled with a blazing white light from the overhead lamps. Distantly, Hiro sensed Burt rush forward to force an end to it and that the two elephants held Burt off.

200 reps. At least, Hiro thought it was 200. He couldn't really tell any more. He just knew if he kept going, his heart would give out. Hiro crashed to the ground. Burt was at his side.

"Hiro! Hiro can you hear me?"

"....Burt..." Hiro panted.

"Easy, champ. Jesus, I can feel your pulse racing without even touching you! Breathe, Hiro. Just breathe."

"Did I do it?"

"Don't worry about that right now, Hiro. What's important is-"

"Did I DO it or not?" Hiro barked from where he rested on all fours.

"You did it," said a new voice.

A huge grey-skinned hand came into view. Hiro grasped it with his paw and slowly got to his feet. He assumed it was one of the elephants. But Hiro could see them standing back, ears erect in obvious respect. Vito and Manz stood in front of them with similar expressions. Even Burt had backed off. Then who...?

Hiro turned to look at the man who still held his paw.

Lawrence Tavoro nodded to Hiro in greeting.