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The progress that he'd made in such a small amount of time thrilled Nathan to no end. He'd gone from maybe bunting balls at the best of times to slamming homers on every hit. Sure, his batting average might not have been perfect, but whose was? Consistency was the key to being successful, and his strikes were consistently awesome.

It made him want to do more, to really get into the baseball routine that the professionals took part in. He thought about where he should focus his energy next, only to remember that every single one of them hit the gym on a regular basis. While he might not have much experience in the iron pit - or any, really - that didn't deter him from making plans to visit one. He at least looked the part, he supposed.

The thought of exercising amongst other people did have him a tad worried, but he told himself that he just needed to get into the swing of things and all his troubles would melt away. That's definitely what he was expecting to do had there actually been anyone else in the place. As he'd set up his account ahead of time, all it took to get into the building was a swipe of a card on the reader, where he saw that there wasn't a single other patron inside, not even staff! He might've just entered on a shift change for the faculty, but being alone otherwise definitely made him feel a little weird.

Regardless, he came here for a reason. It took him a brief second to locate the locker rooms as he'd not actually stepped foot in the gym proper to see the place yet. It was huge! That put a smile on his face, though also made him feel a tad nervous as he barely recognized what any of the machinery was meant to do. He had a lot of work ahead of him.

The locker room was incredibly clean, moreso than he initially expected - the lockers themselves were wiped clean, the floor was polished, even the attached washrooms were spotless. It certainly made him feel better for making the decision to come here, that's for sure.

Nathan slung his gym bag into an empty locker and began to strip, needing to peel his casual wear off of his brawny frame. He was grateful that he still had clothes in his wardrobe that fit him at his impressive size, but it meant that he was reduced to wearing the stretchiest garments that he could find.

And his gym wear was no better. He had to rummage around for both the biggest T-shirt and shorts that he had, which were both now two sizes too small. They looked comical on his engorged body, the fabric contouring around his incredible bulk and especially leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to his package. One might think that he worked in porn with junk like that; if only they knew how far from the truth that really was.

Oh, he almost forgot! Digging through his bag, he pulled out the vial that he was trialing out for the experiment. He smirked when he saw just how much of the serum remained. A careful sip was all that he took, as instructed by the wolf, and he placed it back in the locker before shutting it. Time to head out onto the floor!

Which is where he ran into another problem - what the hell did baseball players actually focus on when working out? Honestly, he should've researched it before he went there, but he'd gotten so wrapped up in the thought of exercise that he'd forgotten completely. Ah, he'd have to really think about it, but he knew that he could pull it off; he was a resourceful fox!

In his mind it made sense that, since professional players spent a lot of time flexing their arms in pitching, catching, throwing, and batting, he should start somewhere that fixated on his limbs. It might not look like he needed it in any capacity, but he wanted to get into the habit.

And that's when he saw the curling machine. His trepidation in working out had him shying away from the free weights for the time being, which made his eventual gravitation towards the exercise equipment all the more inevitable.

He grabbed a hold of the handle of the machine and gave it an errant tug, nearly toppling over when his hand rose to his face without any resistance. Well, there _was_a load connected to the grip, it just wasn't anywhere near what he needed for a proper workout. Heh, one hundred pounds seemed like a lot in his mind, but he quickly realized how paltry that was at his current size now.

So, he went up a notch. Actually, he went up several, skipping to a weight that seemed genuinely reasonable given his present state. A quick pull indicated as such, giving him the struggle that he was looking for.

He went at his exercise like a man possessed. Every set alternated between arms, his biceps tensing as veins snaked down the twin heads that protruded with every flex. He snorted when the weight felt too light, upping it with increasing frequency as he worked his limbs. Now, he'd heard of the phenomenon known as 'the pump', but he'd never felt it before until now when the muscles in his arms felt warm to the touch and pulsed in sync with his heart beat. It felt good.

Nathan had just about maxed out the weight limit on the machine when he heard something sound out, unsure of what it was due to being zoned out. Shaking his head to regain concentration, he continued his curls when the noise became all the more apparent - something had ripped.

He panicked for a split second before he discovered where it'd happened. There, clear as day, were his arms positively swollen with mammothian bulk, shredding the sleeves of his T-shirt on both sides down to the hem. It shocked the hell out of him who hadn't even noticed it happen until now. The question of how to process the sight eluded him until he made the snap decision to tear the sleeves off entirely, giving him a slightly more rugged appearance as a result.

But he felt like that was enough of arms for the time being; the rest of his body deserved the same treatment, and other equipment was calling to him. With his newfound confidence in the gym, he thought that maybe it'd be best to tackle some of the free weights now - at least those had a much broader selection to work through.

It was the bench press that he ultimately decided to use. He had a vague idea of how it worked, thankfully, he'd just never really seen one being utilized in person. It took him a hot second to look it over and figure out what each part of the contraption was meant for, though grateful that there weren't as many moving components as what the rest of the machines had.

As he had no experience with the exercise, he had no idea what a decent starting weight looked like. The only thing that he could go on was how much he crushed curls earlier. The weights were conveniently located next to the barbell, though none of them individually did much to slow him down; hell, even a few stacked on top of each other felt like nothing!

He took careful consideration in loading the weights onto the bar, making sure that the burden remained equal on each side before continuing. Everything seemed to be in order when he took his spot on the bench. It took him a moment to get comfortable thanks to how much wider he was now, making the bench feel a bit small in comparison.

All went smoothly until he got a few reps into his set and realized just how light the barbell actually was. Already? Well, he knew what to do. More weight was added to either side, only the heaviest of them being added. It was opportune that the biggest that the place offered were one hundred pounds each as it made tallying their total that much easier.

At this point Nathan wasn't paying attention to just how much weight he was piling onto the bar, merely wanting to ensure that his strength would be properly tested. His breath bated, he slid back onto the bench to attempt this new lift. The anticipation was murdering him.

With gritted teeth he heaved, feeling the rewarding sensation of gravity pulling the barbell to the ground. Still, it wasn't enough to overcome the canine's burgeoning strength and he hoisted the damn thing into the air yet again. But this was good! He'd longed for a challenge and he got it; he just needed to load the metal bar with weight until he couldn't shove any more on.

This was well beyond the max of anyone in this gym - hell, anyone on the planet! And yet he barely registered that he smashed all sorts of records left and right. He was just trying to be the best baseball pro that he possibly could be.

His pectorals tensed with every repetition, flexing their might as he pushed them to their limit. He was rewarded for his efforts as the formula that he imbibed earlier worked its magic and pumped his chest out. Higher and higher it rose in his view, though he didn't pay attention to anything but the barbell being repeatedly heaved. It was almost as if he was in a trance.

'Almost' being the keyword as another loud ripping noise broke him of his concentration. He looked around in alarm, amazed that he could see his fluffy, green-furred pecs in front of him, only to realize that it meant that his shirt had completely torn off of his immense heft. Shit, that serum is amazing!

Nathan needed more; he needed to see what else he was capable of. He knew that the sport wasn't entirely upper body and thought that it'd be best to work out his lower half as well, but where to start...

And then he saw the squat rack. It was perfect! He reused the weights that he utilized for the bench press and loaded them onto the squat bar, knowing immediately that he could handle it all without issue.

While he understood that running fast isn't achieved with inconceivable leg power alone, the amount of strength that he'd gain from this would give him exactly the boost in acceleration that he wanted. He'd be zooming around the diamond in no time flat!

He barely felt anything as he bent down to let gravity in on the action, with the same mostly being said when he stood back up. The pleasurable feeling that the previous exercises gave him was present here as well, and he relished the warming sensation that came with it.

Downtime between sets grew to be negligible as he started speeding through his sets. It blew him away how effortless the whole exercise had become so he stopped, only to see that there was still room on the bar to add more of a load. He had room for improvement yet.

More hundred-pound weights were thrown on, boosting the total to something unachievable for normal people. Hell, bodybuilders wouldn't be able to budge the bar now, even the biggest among them! He truly was in a league of his own, and he'd make the gap all so much larger by persisting in his workout.

The load bearing down on him as he bent his knees was exactly what he was hoping for. It took him genuine effort to be able to push it up, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as he hoisted it past where it normally rested. To think that he was on the verge of lifting all of the bar weights in the establishment, and it was only going to get easier from there!

As expected, Nathan began to blast through reps as easily as he did before, the weight providing less and less resistance the longer that he did it. The sensation was heavenly, gliding up and down the rack like a knife through butter. Nothing could stop him now!

Nothing, that was, except for yet another tearing sound coming from his vicinity. This time, however, it was his shorts that gave up the ghost, now leaving him entirely exposed. The sudden jolt out of his concentration got him to rerack the bar.

His brain almost couldn't believe that he'd outgrown his attire already, and yet the evidence was clear as day. He'd been so wrapped up in exercising that he'd barely cared about his clothing shredding to ribbons thanks to no longer being able to contain his muscle mass. But how big could he possibly have gotten?

Very, was the correct answer. It was only then that he noticed just how much work he'd put in that day. His body was positively gigantic, muscles bulging out from all parts of his body. His arms had erupted in dense beef, packed on to the point that his limbs seemed twice as big as what his torso used to be when fully flexed. His biceps were spectacular in its own right, but his triceps reigned as the jewel in his crown when it came to size. No other muscle on his arms could compete with the enormity that those horseshoes became.

And speaking of his torso, that also exploded magnitudes larger than it did before. His chest in particular made pride swell inside of him as he felt how bloated they'd gotten, especially when they started encroaching on quite a bit of the view in front of him. His back ensured that more dimensions grew as well as both of his traps and lats had jutted out from behind him, giving him an appearance that indicated upon first glance just how much of a wall of beef this fox was now. That said nothing of his abs, which had solidified into veritable cinder blocks of bulk that could break the hand of anyone who punched them.

His legs had blown past the size of telephone poles, moving onto tree trunks. When flexed they ballooned in size, just about doubling in proportion from rest. His ass, too, had thick musculature piled onto it, his globular cheeks looking like they'd been inflated from all the bulk stuffed into them. And of course his package hadn't been let out of the equation as his fat cock shoved underneath his pec shelf while his pendulous orbs dropped to his knees.

To top it all off, he actually got taller as well. Now that wasn't something that he expected to happen, but he didn't hate it in the slightest! It excited him beyond belief that such a thing was possible!

His revelry was cut short when he heard a noise come from the front of the gym. He didn't know who it was, but he could tell that it was a person. Erm, he could explain this somehow, he knew that he could. He was a resourceful fox, after all.