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It was the dead of the night when Brendan and Marlon arrived at the gym. The tiger saw the field of iron in front of him, well-lit yet barren except for him and his boss. The orange-furred tiger stretched his arms up, his tank top hiking up as he did so, showing off the last 2 rows of his powerful white-furred abdomen.

He then let out a loud 'HA!' as he let his arms down, his pecs pumping up from the stunt, excited to have his workout as he grinned to himself when a shrill voice spoke below him.

"Hehe, it seems you're quite excited, Brendan."

Brendan smiled, exercise isn't the only reason he's grinning.

He looked down at the frail, blue eyes looking at the thin ram who craned his head up just to stare at him with awe. His boss, Marlon, decided to join him for some reason. 'Wanted to go back to full power', or something like that.

Yeah, like he had any power with those twigs. The ram is shorter than him by two feet, and it didn't help that he is so thin, his limbs slender with no muscle definition at all. The striking red tank top and black shorts he's wearing are many sizes too small as the top hangs so long to his knees, his shorts so loose. He had the gall to wear an exercise band on his head, just a bit below his horns that are too big for his body.

The boss looked around, surveying the iron field like he was a professional. "This place seems really good! You work out here a lot?"

Brendan simply smirked as he looked down at his boss, the ram's head barely reaching to his perfectly sculpted pecs as he crouched down, hands on his knees, grinning at the sheer size difference between his boss and him before answering. "You got that right, boss. These muscles are built here for many years."

He then flexed his one arm and he could almost laugh as the boss tried to grab his flexed arm with his measly hands. The caprinae looked in wonder as the feline felt small fingers roaming his 20 inch arms. He played with his muscle, flexing his forearms back and forth and the tiger admired the sight of his muscles and that look on his boss.

"Wow, this is definitely huge, Brendan. You did a good job on your workouts."

The tiger genuinely laughed, he liked being called big, being superior. He slowly stood up, enjoying how the ram looked smaller and smaller as he stood up to his full 6 foot 7. The 4 foot 6 ram looks like a child when compared to him despite his boss being 20 years older. He just really enjoys teasing his boss, and the best part is that Marlon is just so clueless, so innocent. It's the reason the tiger loves showing off how superior he is to his boss.

The tiger grinned at the lanky ram as he raised his arms and flexed his biceps. The feline purred proudly as he felt his peaks rise with power. "'Course, boss. These muscles are pretty big, huh?"

The ram looked up, way up, to meet his gaze and he nodded. "Very much so. Makes me eager to start my warm-ups now."

The tiger could barely hold his chuckles, his boss ignorant of the reason why. Brendan could just imagine the boss barely curling a 5 pound weight, just the image makes him double down in laughter.

He took a deep breath, his chest ballooning in size before exhaling contently. He saw the ram scrambling around the machines, his large exercise bag with him, excited to start and the feline just chuckled as he followed. He had not even expected to have him today, but he guessed today is just full of surprises.

After settling their things somewhere, the duo started their little exercise session. The two started with some stretches, and the feline was surprised the ram followed along without needing guidance.

"I've been exercising too, you know."

The tiger wanted to make a snarky comment, but he held his tongue before he could. He just stared at the tiger as he held his arms up, right hand on his left elbow. Meanwhile, Brendan kept on showing off to his boss, flexing his arm, legs, torso and svelte waist, the tiger is riding up the high of comparing himself to the small ram.

He made his left thigh bulge almost doubling in weight and felt the small hands of his boss travel and admire every hill, every cord of muscle on his teardrop-shaped quad. He let his boss roam his hands on his svelte waist, eight powerful and thick cobblestones made up his abdomen and he could feel the ram's finger travel the in-betweens. And then he pumped his pecs forward, and the ram wowed at the size of his pillowy chest muscles, Marlon's small hand not enough to cover half of his mound.

"Alright, that's enough boss." Brendan said, but he himself wanted to keep showing off to Marlon, showing off his superior body against his weak one. But he has to exercise, get a good pump to let him REALLY feel how powerful he could be. The tiger is so giddy with the idea. He's ready to show him that in this place, HE'S the boss.

"What kind of exercises are you going for, Brendan"

"I'll go for some chest and arms. How about ya, boss?"

"I'll go for an all-around one. Want to pump up my body a bit."

The tiger almost, almost let out a laugh. The ram looked up to him with the same innocent look, and the tiger waved him off. "Haha, nothing boss. Just, uh, good luck on that."

The ram happily nodded and smiled as he went to the other side of the gym. The tiger snorted as he went to the weights and grabbed a couple of light dumbbells to start and did some light arm curls. Slowly but surely, he felt his arms pump up a bit, veins already showing against his orange fur as he continued to destroy set after set. His biceps felt hot and burning as he grabbed a heavier one to do a final set of curls. He was so focused on his arms that he barely noticed the ram shouting as well, his voice slightly deeper than his usual tone.

The tiger gasped for breath as he dropped the weights. He flexed his arms, shouting as he felt his peaks rise higher than usual, veins riddled his entire limbs, Brendan grinned as he licked his right bicep, tasting the delicious sweat and power as his tongue felt the hard muscle. "Man, you're one hot stud, huh?" He said as he flexed his arms against his pecs, seeing his tank top stretch as he grinned.

He laughed out loud as he let his arms fall down to his side, his face quite red and his muscles burning.

He grabbed a heavier set of dumbbells and went to a bench to do some concentration curls, but not before looking at his boss...

...doing surprisingly...well?

The tiger is in shock as the ram is indeed doing more than enough, curling a 10 pound dumbbell with ease. It was like the boss actually had some muscle in him. It was then he narrowed his eyes to see clearer and he was in shock when his boss actually HAS muscles, actual lines and definition and all. The tiger could have sworn those definitions in his arms aren't there, but there's no mistaking the small bumps and crevices in his arms, even has some triceps.

"Maybe I'm getting tired..."

Brendan mumbled as he saw the ram finish his set, dropping the dumbbell gently and sitting straight. The tiger widened his eyes as he saw his boss have a small, so small showing of pecs that he was SURE wasn't there earlier. The man was as flat as a board earlier, he knew of that. He was SURE of that.

The ram looked at him and smiled as he waved his arm, the pencil-thin arm now a bit rugged with definition. The tiger waved back dumbfoundedly, dumbbell in hand as the ram stood up to go to the next station.

"Right, I'm getting tired. That's all." He mumbled as he moved to the bench to do some curls, his mind busy with the image of his boss slightly defined like an athlete, muscles bulging for every flex. And then that image expanded on his mind, going from athlete to bodybuilder to an absolute mass monster that stood taller than him. The boss in his mind grinned smugly as his whole body ballooned bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and...

Brendan shook his head. Hard. HIs knuckles white his grip tighten on the dumbbells. His boss wasn't growing, he thought. He wasn't growing at all. Even if the ram was, he was still the biggest, still the tallest and he will make sure of it. He growled as he finished his set for both arms before standing up and grabbing a much heavier one, his competitive side somehow ignited.

He did some more sets, more exercises beyond his weight limit. He broke personal records after records, piling on the weights as he passed through his routine. He did cable flys, chest presses, he was tearing the whole gym apart and yet the image of the ram growing faster somehow ignited him further despite being tired.

He was an unstoppable machine, by 30 minutes he had done more than his routine needed. He is now doing a barbell chest press, his back laying down as he held the 500 pound barbell up high, slowly lowering it as he gritted his teeth. It was more than he could handle, but his competitive side is too ignited to ignore.

He could feel his tired arms shake as he growled, gritting his teeth, his chest and arms burning as he did another push. The bar is almost teetering to the side by how shaky his limbs are.

"T-t-two more..."

"Need some help there?"

The sudden deep voice almost broke his concentration, but he had his grip tighten as he saw large, muscular mitts hold the bar with him. He tried to look up to see his spotter, but all he could see was the underside of a massive pec shelf, stretching his striking red tank top to its limit. He could see the wide torso, wider than his own, and those powerful 10 pack abs as his tank top rodu up so much. He didn't realize there was another one working out beyond him and his boss around here.

...but why is that tank top so familiar...?

The tiger grunted as he felt the weight go up, his spotter doing his job as he forced himself to finish one more...then two...then...

"...THREE!!"

He let go of the weight, his body slacking against the bench. He was expecting the weight to drop down on the handle, but instead he saw the spotter effortlessly place it gently to the handles.

"Hmm, quite a heavy weight there, Brendan. How heavy are these?"

"Haa...about 500 pounds, I think."

It took Brendan a while before he realized that the large stranger knew his name. He slid out of the bench and stood up to question the stranger, only to have his jaw dropped so far to the ground as he saw who it was.

"Hmm, you okay Brendan?"

The deep voice coming from the hulking ram was full of concern as he released his strong grip on the bar and waddled slowly to him, Brendan face to face with this hunk of a man, but that wasn't what made him so shocked.

The hulking ram in front of him...is his BOSS?!

Brendan quickly looked up and down, not settling on anything as he saw the hulking form of his former twiggy boss. The ram walked towards him, the tiger stepping back as he realized his former skinny boss is wider than him! Delts stretched so far away from his torso, looking like the size of watermelons with how dense and big it is. The two powerful spheres are wider than a door, with deep ridges and crevices decorating his muscles. The tiger gulped. It looks so powerful...

The tiger saw those arms, twice as big as his own, almost basketball sized biceps even relaxed, those horseshoe-shaped triceps bigger than his flexed. He looked down, and saw thighs wider than his own torso stretching his poor shorts, making it look like boxers as it rose up near his svelte waist. Brendan could just see how thick and hard each cord of muscle is despite being unflexed, then he looked at his pecs. God, those pecs! It looks so pillowy yet powerful, pushing itself so far away from his torso that it stretched his poor tank top to its limit.

He stared at his boss and his tail curled as he saw that he grew taller as well! Still shorter than him, yes, but his new 6 foot even height is a far cry from his old height. His horns finally fit him as the ram took a deep breath, his body expanding before exhaling. His entire bulk and width is enough to make the tiger feel...so small...?

The tiger froze at that realization as his boss came close to him, his arm raised up. Brendan could see the ram's armpit so large and cavernous that one could fit an entire bowling ball on it. The tiger accepted his fate, closing his eyes as he felt the muscular mitt of his boss gently on his forehead. He opened his blue eyes and looked down to see the concerned face of his boss, his head surrounded by such massive muscles, his neck wider than his head as traps reached halfway towards the very top.

"You don't have a fever, but you're shaking." He said. Brendan flinched as even his voice changed, so deep and overpowering from his usual shrill voice. "You probably have gone too hard on your exercise there, Brendan."

"U-uh...b-boss...?"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" the ram said as he crossed his arms, his upper torso bulging in size, almost doubling and the tiger's tail curled even further, now tucked between his tail. It's like he didn't even notice his own growth...

Brendan tried to say something, yet he just stood there so pathetically, his knees shaking as he kept opening and closing his mouth. Marlon saw this and his face furrowed with worry. "Are you feeling fine, Brendan? You're really shaking..."

The tiger could barely speak, suddenly in the presence of a powerful, hulking man. Brendan couldn't believe that the herculean ram in front of him is his boss, his once skinny, twiggy boss.

"Alright, I think you should take a break." He said as he wrapped his meaty arm around the tiger's shoulders. The tiger almost buckled at the weight of the log-sized arm as he got pushed so easily by Marlon. The ram immediately herded him towards a nearby bench, the tiger tried to get out but it was hopeless, he was pressed against such a powerful torso. He saw his arm side by side against the ram's and almost buckled at the sheer size difference; almost double the size of his own torso. He was simply no match!. "Just rest up there, till I finish my warm-ups, okay?"

The tiger blankly nodded as he sat down on a bench, still in shock over the large ram as his boss waddled away. Waddled! The tiger couldn't even have the same gait even during his leg day and the ram is just casually shuffling those powerful legs that eclipses his own size against each other.

He saw the ram stop over the bench he previously used, the barbell still loaded as the ram gripped the metal bar with his powerful mitts, his torso so wide and powerful that he had to press his arms together, his pecs squeezing so tight and hard.

"That's 500 pounds..." he mumbled, even his newly grown muscles, the ram will probably have a hard time lifting it.

Which is why he was shocked when the ram casually did some bicep curls on it. He didn't even break a sweat! His boss is casually curling 500 pounds with ease yet he saw his whole body pump up so fast, muscles in his arms become thicker. Even his muscles in his other parts, sems to grow as well. His clothes grew tighter and tighter, his tank top riding higher and higher up, showing off his surprisingly svelte waist, his entire back getting so thick as it showed those canyons and mountains heave up, rising higher, getting thicker.

The ram dropped the bar down gently, his face a bit contemplative as he clenched his fist, those steel cords of muscles bulging against his white fur. "Hmm...a bit light still."

Did he hear that right? Light? The damn thing is twice as heavier than he is! The tiger is now shaking as he was forced to swallow the whole picture right in front of him.

His boss, his once skinny, weak boss is stronger and heavier than him. The only thing the tiger has is his height but even that was useless in the whole scheme of things.

Brendan saw the ram add a few more plates on each side, a hundred pounds more on each side, making it a 700 pound barbell. He did a curl and it was still so effortless. The tiger's knees are shaking as the ram just casually finishes a set of 30 without any force needed, his body continued to grow and grow wider and wider, his muscles clashing against each other, fighting for space that was barely there..

In fact, the ram added more weight, the bar almost bending as it reached a 1000 pounds, casually carrying a bunch of plates that are heavier than the tiger, his muscles casually pumping even with such load. The tiger saw the ram grunt a bit as he curled the bar, his biceps getting bigger than his entire torso, finally some resistance! But it wasn't enough, the larger caprinae still managed to complete a set of 20 like it was nothing.

His boss curled a 1000 pounds like nothing. A 1000 POUNDS!

"Woo!" The ram shouted as he raised his arms, calling those cannons a big understatement. They're almost wider than Brendan is tall! The ram sighed as he felt his peaks clashing against each other above his head, his triceps fanned out so majestically. "Warm-ups are going great, at least."

Brendan's eyes widened. Warm-up? That was just WARM-UP?! Half a ton was merely a WARM-UP?!

The tiger didn't realize he had his grip on the bench so hard. Seeing his boss so powerful, so huge makes him feel so weak. Marlon grunted as he added much, much more weight than the bar could handle, adding pound after pound as the bar almost broke with all those plates. The tiger estimated it was nearing a ton, possibly even close to it.

Brendan couldn't help it, he had to see it. He had to see it up close. He stood up slowly, his knees shaking as he shuffled closer to the ram. After he stood up to his full height near the ram and was shocked by how wide the ram is, his boss looked like he grew an entire 3 feet wider! He can't stop looking at how his arms looked strong enough to bend metals, how his pecs billowed so far up front, how even the ram's forearms are becoming bigger than his own torso...

...how tall the ram is. The tiger almost screamed, his face blanched as he realized that he ram is now just as tall as him. No, taller than him! By an inch! The only thing he had against the ram is gone! The once larger man is feeling furious, embarrassed and helpless as the ram finally places the final plate, the metal bar close to being broken in half due to the sheer weight it was forced to handle.

Marlon, for his part, didn't seem to notice him. As he grabbed the bar that was now too small for him. The tiger saw how much the ram had to press his arms together just to grab the middle of the bar, his beach ball sized pecs bunching up in front of him so much that he can't ever see what's below him anymore.

Brendan is clenching his tight brown shorts hard, anticipating the first curl as the ram tightens his grip, steel cables for muscles dancing underneath his white fur as the ram takes a deep, deep breath. HIs pecs bunch up further till the very peak of his mounds are level to his eyes. He then exhaled and then...

...it was like seeing volcanoes erupt, the sheer strength needed to complete the curl is insane as the tiger saw the ram swell in size slowly once more. As the curl slowly goes on, the ram adds tens of pounds of muscle in his already large frame. The tiger had to step back as the growing ram slowly took over his spot, creaks and groans coming from his body as his size doubled, yet showed no sign of stopping. His poor, poor clothes stretched until they were all torn apart and destroyed, the once oversized garments now just strips of cloth clinging to his massive body. He saw the curl was halfway finished, slowly getting faster due to the added muscles of the caprinae until finally, finally the curl was complete.

The tiger had to take many steps back just to admire the scenery. The ram is wider than the tiger is tall, and that was just the torso! Those powerful arms look like it could outangle him in any way with how much mass it has. Those delts had gone beyond beach ball-sized with so much clear-cut definition, each ridge is so deep that he could insert half his hand there. His back is beyond canyons and mountains now with how thick each hill of muscle is. Boss had to adjust his stance as his thighs became thicker and wider than tres, ballooning up so much despite not being worked on. Those calves are beyond hams, almost thicker than some bodybuilder's torso as it kept on bulging, kept on ballooning.

But nothing is just as big as those powerful, pillowy pecs. Those enormous mounds of muscles jutted away from the ram's torso by a good 6 feet, each pec is wider than a car. His boss could probably only see his own massive brawn looking down.

And when the tiger saw the ram release the curl, when he saw the ram's body retained his newly-grown size, when he saw his boss do another curl faster, is when he finally had to swallow a very painful pill.

His boss is simply stronger, bigger, wider than him.

The tiger had his eyes transfixed on the ram easily curling a ton, like it was just a mere 5 pound barbell. The ram isn't even sweating! It was so effortless, that it didn't even look like a proper exercise, those muscles bulging at the very peak of the curl, biceps the size of beach balls colliding against those forearms the size of entire hams.

After a set of 30, the ram gently dropped the bar back, but the bench finally gave up as it collapsed under the ton of weight.

"Ah! Whoops, hehe..."

The ram chuckled as he tried to scratch his head, but it was no use. His boss is so musclebound, so powerful. His biceps, delts, and pecs clashing against each other, fighting for space that did not exist. He gave up eventually, letting his arm hit those barn-wide lats, his arms shoved to the side in a 45-degree angle. He saw his body, his tank top barely holding on against his hulking, immense weight.

"Well, this gave up so soon. Really not worth the money." He casually said as he flexed his arms up, tearing the remaining threads still stuck on his body. Brendan almost screamed as those powerful cannons grew and grew, higher than the ram's head, his traps. It was bigger than a man's torso. It was bigger than his own torso!

Brendan unconsciously walked forward, going to those powerful cannons. The ram, his head a bit sunken due to the rising mass of his pecs and traps, saw this and chuckled.

"Ah, go ahead, Brendan. You know I don't bite."

The tiger didn't notice the slight teasing tone of the ram, his submissiveness showing as he worshiped the powerful pillar of muscle in front of him. He placed his paws against it, his measly hands not even enough to cover a quarter of the ram's powerful arm. He then tried to hug the entire muscle, and it was like hugging a boulder that's almost double his size, a still-pulsing, diamond hard boulder. The ram merely chuckled he let his arms downl the tiger then moved on to those powerful pecs.

It didn't matter anymore than he was eye-level to the ram's clavicle, what matters is those powerful pecs that outsized him so much. Just a pec is wider than his entire torso, his heavy chest hanging so heavy yet hangs so precariously. He placed his paws on it and tried to grab as much as he could. It was soft, yet he knew it was teeming with so much power. He stretched his arms to the side and was astounded that he can't even reach the sides of those car-sized pecs. It wasn't even a mere difference of inches, no, it was an entire feet difference between him and the man's absolutely gigantic pecs.

"Check my waist, Brendan."

The tiger did, crouching down uncomfortably low underneath the ram's pec shelf and saw a wonderful sight. Marlon's waist is so small, so svelte. It's like a small pillar compared to the absolute gigantic proportions of his upper torso and legs. He then moved a bit closer, as close as he could as those meaty thighs bigger than redwood blocked his way. He was astonished by how small it is. He tried to grab it, needing to stretch a bit more as those powerful legs blocked his way close to it, and was shocked that he could easily grab it, his fingers touching quite a lot.

It was then he realized the ram's waist is smaller than his own, it's like it never grew out of his former skinny body.

He heard another groan, another creak, and the body above him moved a bit. He raised himself a bit straighter as he realized there was more space. But that means...

He quickly scrambled back, not ignoring that he had to back up a lot more. Once he's outside, he stood straight as he saw that the ram grew bigger again, despite not working out. HIs head that was once equal to the ram's clavicle is now right at the middle of those pillowy pecs. They got bigger and wider, now each pec is twice, probably thrice as wide as a car. He looked to his sides, and saw the growing brawn of the ram as he saw another small yet continuous surge, making the ram grow again, and again, and again.

"Argh...looks like I still got some pumps in me." The ram said, his voice so deep that it started rattling the windows and mirrors. "It might take a while for my body to settle, so let's just rest up, okay?"

The tiger nodded, before realizing that the ram can't easily see him anymore, especially with those powerful car-sized pecs. "S-s-sure, boss."

The two stood there in the middle of the gym so awkwardly. The only sounds that can be heard are the constant groaning and creaking of the ram's body as it kept on growing and growing, wider, thicker, just plain bigger. The tiger had to constantly step back many times to not get crushed by the looming weight of his boss as Brendan saw him grow right in front of his eyes.

His head is now level with the bottom of those thrice-wide pecs, still growing bigger as it pulses with more mass and weight. machines near the ram keeps getting pushed away as the ram is now definitely four times wider than the tiger is tall.

One machine is pushing against the boss so hard that the ram had to move it on his own. The tiger's knees grew weaker as the ram just...gripped the machine with one hand and just simply carried it like nothing. Like the weights in it are nothing as he dropped it gently. "Ah, there. Though I have to move it again later..."

The ram then regarded him again, his voice so deep filled with concern towards his employee. "Are you at least fine now, Brendan?"

The now-smaller tiger opened his mouth before closing. Honestly, despite his pride and manliness crushed to oblivion, he was just tired. It just dawned on him on how his whole body hurts after that really wild routine. He tried to stretch his arms back but grunted in pain as he felt his right arm hurt.

"Hmm? You okay?"

"I...uh, I might have pulled a muscle, b-boss."

The still growing ram went down to one disproportionately small knee and crouched down. It was the first time the tiger went face-to-face with his boss, it was just an absurd sight; his boss' head is so small compared to the absolute mountain range of muscles surrounding it, like a pebble in the middle of a sea of boulders. If his horns didn't fit him before due to how small his body is, then the same is true now, except his body is TOO large. Those horns hitting his traps and pecs that look uncomfortable.

The concerned face of the ram looked to him and to his body. "Which muscle, Brendan?"

It took a while, but the tiger pointed to his right arm. Marlon tried to touch it, his hand so big that it could cover Brendan's entire body, meaty finger bigger than his torso, but he decided not to after he saw the sheer size difference. Brendan saw the concerned yet conflicting face of the ram so he shook his better hand. "I-it's fine, boss. I, uh...j-just need a little rest."

"If that's the case, then let us be off."

The tiger is confused, until the hand grabs him ever so gently, fingers bigger than him surround him as he gets lifted with ease. The sudden height made him dizzy a bit but was then dropped somewhere high and fuzzy.

"Sit tight right there, okay?"

Marlon's voice woke him up from his dizzy spell. That was when he realized he was sitting on his boss' massive pec shelf. The muscle underneath is so large that he could simply sit on it. He could even lay down across his pecs and he would still have extra space.

He had to hold on a moment, as the body groaned once more, and by then he could just feel the muscle underneath him stretch wider and bigger. He could see the ends of the ram's pecs surge farther away from the ram, inch by inch.

"Y-you're still growing..."

"Hmm? Hehe, yeah. We need to get out of here before I could really destroy the building." the ram said as he started shuffling, the tiger laid down on his chest and grabbed whatever he could of the pecs to steady himself as the giant, hypermuscular ram moved. Marlon stopped for a bit, crouching down slightly to grab their belongings, which he put on the other side of his pecs.

"Before that, could you, uh...grab my water bottle and give me a drink?" The ram shyly requested. Brendan looked at the bag a few feet away from him, then to Marlon's head a bit farther away.

"Uh...s-sure, boss." The tiger slowly crawled to the bags, his hands and knees feeling the powerful, concrete-hard pec muscles underneath such well-trim white fur. It took a while to reach the bags, and slowly shuffled through his boss' stuff, until he found his 2 liter water bottle.

Brendan then shuffles slowly to Marlon, the tiger can't help but quiver at the sight of thos mighty traps towering over his boss' head and to his rawling form. It's gotta be at least 4 feet tall already, the very peaks of those muscles so close to the ceilings as both those traps and Marlon itself continue to surge bigger. Brendan sat close to the ram's head and opened the bottle already for the muscle giant.

"Ah, thank you Brendan. You know I can't even touch my face anymore due to how musclebound I am." The ram chuckled, his entire upper torso bouncing as he did so. The tiger had to close the bottle as he felt himself shake, before letting his boss drink.

Brendan can't help but look at the massive pillar of a neck connected to his boss' disproportionately small head. The thing is gigantic, many times thicker than his own head. The feline felt his tail curl between his legs as just this little small moment made him so small and weak again. The ram sighed, drinking the bottle empty.

"Ah, thanks for that Brendan. I could always count on you."

There's a weird feeling bubbling on to Brendan's stomach as he hears those words and all he could do is nod and look away.

"Alright, now that that's done. Let's go!" the ram shouted, shuffling his entire weight around, the tiger holding on to the wall of traps before he came face to face with his first obstacle.

The door.

The tiger crawled towards the edge of the pecs and saw how small the door is compared to the ram. It was a double door, even. But the ram is at least 2, probably 3 feet taller and many, many feet wider. He saw the ram try to fit his arm inside, and the tiger felt his arms weaken when saw that even the ram's wrist is thicker than the double doors.

"H-how big ARE you right now, boss?"

"Hmm? Uh...probably 5 tons heavy right now. 25 feet wide and 8 feet tall, I think. Not really keen on the specific measurements."

Brendan's jaw dropped as he looked back, noticed how far he is towards the head, in the very middle being towered by his absolute monster traps, already reaching 6 feet in height, that are destroying the ceilings right now. He looked to the side and saw those meaty arms shoved to the side almost brushing the walls. The ram is simply becoming bigger than the building itself!

The ram simply shrugged his mighty torso as he sighed. "There's no choice. Guess we'll do this the hard way."

The hard way, Brendan learned, is the ram literally ramming his entire body against the concrete wall. He saw the concrete wall fall down like tissue paper against his might as the ram advanced towards the night-lit city, just in time as the ram surged bigger than the building he just left.

Brendan saw the ram grow bigger than the gym itself, the fur kept on stretching more and more as the ram surged bigger and wider, the field of pecs he's on kept on expanding, reaching farther and farther away. He could see the ends of those mounds reaching the other side of the street, the buildings on that side got destroyed jus as easily, those pecs beyond triple the size of wrecking balls as the tiger saw them get destroyed in a single surge.

"Oh, boy...this is getting out of control." The ram merely said, the tiger felt the giant he's sitting on move slowly, continuing to destroy the city as he kept on getting bigger and bigger. Taller than some buildings, thicker than the streets and wider than a city block, his arms are already thicker than some buildings around.

Brendan felt himself rise up as the pecs he's riding shot up, the titan of a ram growing an entire foot taller and many feet thicker and wider as he casually destroyed the city as he walked. For every step his boss took, it seems the ram is reaching measurements only found in natural landmarks; the ram is becoming a mountain on its own!

"So...where do you live?" the ram said, his voice rattling the very ground, mirrors and glasses in a nearby radius all broke due to his deep, bassy voice.

The tiger couldn't speak at all as he looked back to the ram, his head half a city block from him as he continued to sit at the edge of his boss' pecs. He then looked to his sides, so much muscle surrounding him. He saw delts standing like actual mountains, rising higher than the ram's 10 foot tall traps. His back can be easily seen as it surged higher and higher. He can't even imagine the sheer size and power of his boss' arms. Those pillars look like it could hold the entire planet with ease, so thick with so much brawn. Then he looked around and saw the buildings around the giant, that aren't destroyed anyway, are sinking lower and lower. But Bredan knew better, the ram was simply growing taller as well, already many stories tall with no signs of stopping. His boss is becoming a TITAN!

It took a while for the tiger to find his voice, still shaking. "I-I'll...just walk, boss. Y-you might destroy the building." That wasn't wrong. With the way his boss is growing, his apartment building will probably be so miniscule against the growing titan that is his boss that one single touch could destroy everything.

The ram stopped shuffling as he realized that that could be a problem. "Oh. Uh, yeah...that COULD be a problem, huh?"

Marlon started laughing softly, those monstrous pecs bouncing and the tiger went along with it, being thrown up and down. When the giant saw this, he stopped and bowed his head in apology, his muzzle hitting the very deep canyon between his pecs. "Ah, sorry. Lemme just drop you somewhere then."

Brendan felt the white-furred ground move once more as the caprinae once again marched towards a nearby still-standing building. Every step the ram took, he kept on getting wider and wider, taller and taller, just plain bigger as he reached more than 20 tons of absolute, pure muscle.

The ram found a building taller than the rest; the rooftop is of equal height to the ram, which is a miracle considering the ram is about 200 feet tall right now and is still slowly growing in comparison to his width and thickness. Coincidentally, that very same building was the tiger's apartment building. Brendan became horrified as he saw the ram shuffle forward till the absolutely gigantic mounds of muscles called pecs lightly grazed the building.

The tiger didn't even wait for his boss' signal and immediately ran towards his stuff, grabbing it before going for the big leap, noting that there is still quite a space in between. He jumped, using the last power of his legs to jump the distance between.

He landed perfectly, bless his feline genes, though he had a shaky landing due to fatigue. He rubbed his muscular calves and legs, feeling the sore muscles as he looked back to the absolute hypermuscular giant that his boss became. "God, what the..."

The ram stepped back, crushing a lot of buildings in the process as the tiger got the full glimpse of the god his once skinny boss had become. The ram's bulk is wider than three city blocks, that's not even counting those absolute pillars that are his arms, making him more wider as those limbs are thicker and wider than two city blocks. His delts have the size to rival the tallest of mountains, crevices and ridges in it so deep that he could probably walk inside them.

He looked at those legs, and just immense is an understatement. A football field, it looks like you could build a village on top of those with a free space for some other amenities. Each steel cable of muscle is probably thicker than hell. His calves are also so notable, so round, so huge. Everything about him is, really.

And there were his pecs. God, his pecs are like actual mountains, filled to the brim with so much teeming power. Even just a tenth of a pec is probably enough to overpower a few powerlifters, outweighing a truck on its own. Each pec is several sizes larger than his delts, and his delts could make mountains turn into molehills due to their sheer size.

The tiger was about to call out when his boss suddenly FLEXED, his herculean bulk bulged so impossibly as he clashed those earth-shattering arms against those planet-crushing pecs. Brendan could just FEEL the power, a shockwave of air making him fall on his ass, as the ram doubled, tripled in size in just one flex.

The tiger felt his knees weak once more as the ram relaxed, his body not losing even a single square inch of his size as he raised his arms for a powerful double biceps pose. He raised his city wide arms and Brendan saw them just EXPLODE again with so much power, rising higher and higher, muscles the tiger didn't even knew existed just bulge and kept on fighting for more size as those peak rose up, up, up, so higher up that it could rival actual mountain peaks, the very top of those muscles almost at the clouds. His entire body surged with power as well, his lats, so wide that it could double as an airport, kept on growing wider and wider. His pecs, already looking bigger than the moon, bounced bigger and thicker. His entire body is simply growing and growing and just won't stop GROWING!

The tiger kept on staring, how his boss had became such a destructive, all-powerful hypermuscular titan in just a single night. His ears flat against his head as he moved closer to the edge of the rooftop to see the entire city in shambles.

"Hey, Brendan."

The tiger had to cover his ears, the absolutely deep voice of his boss shaking the very building he's standing on. He looked up, way up to see his boss with a rare proud grin on his face.

"These muscles are pretty big, huh?"

The tiger was about to nod when he realized that that was the very same thing he said to his boss earlier, word for word. His eyes widened as the ram, from what he could see, smirked at him knowingly as the tiger realized one important thing.

He knows.

He fucking KNOWS.

The tiger pathetically purred as he immediately burned in embarrassment, his face red as his tail trashed shamefully. The ram merely chuckled as he let go of his flex, his body retaining all the size from that flex and then some as his body was still groaning, continuing to grow bigger and wider.

"Sorry there, Brendan. You know I have to come back at ya with all your teasing."

"Y-y-yes, boss. I know..." Brendan said as he lowered his head in shame. The ram saw this and let out a big sigh, the hot breath of the ram was like a strong surge of wind almost blowing the tiger away.

"Ah...I didn't mean to antagonize you. I enjoy your teasing, truly." The feline looked up, to his still growing boss, now reaching thousands, hundred thousands of tons in weight, thousands of feet high and more than a mile wide. The ram had to step back to see the comparatively miniscule tiger, destroying more and more of the city in the process. "I'm serious, why do you think I let it all slide in the first place?"

That...was true, yeah. The tiger grumbled as he balled his tank top, his paws squeezing it hard as he felt shame. "S-sorry, boss."

"Apology accepted." The ram said and Brendan was thankful that his boss is really nice and forgiving, especially now when the ram is almost as big as a city.

The tiger sighed, rubbing his face with his paw. Now he feels bad about the teasing, and his legs are shaky from all that excitement from earlier.

"I know I asked this many times this night, but are you okay?"

Brendan leaned on the railings as he thought of it loudly. "W-well, aside from my boss turning into..." Brendan gestured to the looming, hypermuscular giant that is his boss and he had the gall to chuckle, and despite earlier the tiger smiled at that. Even when he's a still-growing titan, he's still the same boss he knew. "...I'm really sore and tired."

The ram chuckled, his chuckles creating a powerful earthquake with his absolutely deep voice. "Hehe, alright. Tell you what, with all the things you've experienced tonight, how about I give you a paid week off?"

Brendan immediately bounced back at that statement, his eyes shining with gratitude, his tail flailing widely. "Really, boss?"

"Of course! You deserve that at least." The ram said as he tried crossing his arms, but was stopped by his massive earth-wrecking muscles bulging into much more massive proportions. He gave up and instead just stood still, or stood as still as he could a shis thighs are still growing, his stature needs to be readjusted many times a minute. "Consider that my apology gift for what happened today."

The tiger sighed, practically melting by the rails as he goofily smiled. "Thanks boss, you're the best. Really."

"And the biggest." The titanic ram smugly said and the tiger let out a small chuckle at that, his pride too crushed to feel anything but elated for the earlier news of a week-off.

"Y-yeah, boss. The biggest." Which reminds him. "How are you gonna go back to uh...twiggy size, boss?"

"Oh, it usually takes a month, maybe two months for me to go back." Marlon said. The tiger could just barely, barely see the small head looked around, each movement made his mountain-sized muscles twitch powerfully. "Though, with this size, it might only take a week or so."

"..."

The tiger slowly stood up, his legs shaking at what the boss said. "A week?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, this isn't really my biggest so it will settle down fast enough."

The tiger gritted his teeth, his tail flailing as his curiosity burned.

He doesn't want to ask. He doesn't want to ask. He doesn't want to ask. He doesn't wa-

"What's your biggest then, b-boss?"

"...Do you...really want to know, Brendan?"

The tiger could have said no, he really should have but he shook his head. Fuck it, he was dying to know. Dying to know the biggest his boss could have been.

"Yeah."

The ram took a deep breath, so much air was taken out from his surroundings, then he blew it all out with the force of a raging storm.

"Let's...just say that I managed to make the sun look like marble against my bicep and leave it at that."

"..."

The tiger slowly leaned back to the railing, his hand on his head as he pictured the very scenario, tried to anyway. Such an image is too big, too grand. His mouth so dry just seeing his boss bigger than what he is now, but to be bigger than the planet? Bigger than the sun?! So much that his biceps make the sun look like a fucking MARBLE?!

But then his mind swerved to a different thought. What if that wasn't his boss' full potential? What if he could go bigger than that and he doesn't know it? He felt his fur stand on ends as he imagined his boss growing even bigger than that. Bigger than the entire solar system, the galaxy, till everything he knew of space was well within his grasp. Then his mind, god fuck his mind, kept on going, what if the ram becomes bigger than the entire universe, anything that exist is just a mere fraction of biceps as he grew bigger and bigger and bigger and BIGGER AND BIGGER AND...

"..."

"...Brendan...?"

"...I shouldn't have asked."

"You really shouldn't have."

The tiger heard a groan so loud coming from the ram as his body shot up tall and wide, a much larger growth spurt than anything the tiger had seen. The ram is literally looming over the city now, his shadow covering the entire city and he's a few meters away from the edge of the city.

"Hngh...maybe I'll reach a quarter of that size soon enough." His comparatively miniscule head looked at the tiger. "I'll have to leave now before I destroy more of the city."

The tiger saw his boss almost shuffling his thousands upon thousands of tons of his mass to the side, until he realized that doing so will crush the city with his uber-wide body. The tiger's face blanched as he saw those country-wide arms going towards him before backing off.

"I'll...just walk backwards then. Take care, Brendan, and enjoy your week off."

Brendan slowly waved his arm goodbye as he saw and felt his boss shuffle backwards. He could still see him growing bigger and bigger. Even when he's so far off the city, The tiger could still clearly see him surging with size. Brendan let out a sigh that he didn't know he held as he tried to stand up, his arms still shaky from earlier.

He heard another loud groan and he could see those white-furred traps rise up once more like a sunrise, but much larger and more mighty, and more intimidating considering he knows where it came from.

He looked down and saw so much destruction. Will there even be an office for him to work with? He destroyed literally every section of the city except for those nearby his apartment. He sighed as he practically melted on the railings, his hand hanging limply as he spoke to himself softly.

"...I'll just enjoy my week-off."

Right. Might as well get his bearing together after...after all that. He pushed himself away from the railings. He grabbed his bag...

...bags, actually. His boss' bag is here as well. Brendan smacked his lips in contemplation. He probably grabbed this one by accident.

"Eh, I'll give it back to him next time."

Next time, huh? Next time Brendan will see him, he will be back to his lanky, twig-like size, like nothing happened at all. The tiger, feeling conflicted, just groaned as he moved to the door.

But not before looking back at the looming giant, now so big that he could clearly see his upper torso even from far away. He saw those powerful moon-sized delts more than miles apart from each other as his traps rose up to probably another thousand feet.

Brendan sighed. Today is just full of surprises.