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One might not think that someone who spends most of their waking day pumping iron in a gym could be the head of a multinational company, deciding that the two lifestyles couldn't possibly mix in any meaningful way. There was too much to take care of when someone was that high up in a business that leaving to exercise could be potentially damaging to their schedule given the massive time investment needed. They could either do one or the other, but never both.

And yet Lionor defied all of those expectations as he confidently strolled back into his office, fresh off of a workout that lasted several hours. His work area was conveniently located at the top of his headquarter building so that he could look down at the city and gaze at everything going on below him. It was marvelous to behold, and truly humbling when considering where he started.

As the head and CEO of Alpha Industries, he was personally in charge of the goings-on of only the biggest of clientele around, taking care of their needs as they provided him multiple avenues for growth. It took a lot of hard work to get to the top, but it all paid off in dividends.

And that's why he liked to stare out of the window, looking for any future prospects that he could personally take under his wing and prepare for potentially limitless growth in their future. The fact that he had the opportunity to scout out others for that purpose made him feel powerful. Life was good when one was at the top.

Lionor wasn't just at the top of the business world either - by all accounts he was a massive specimen of a lion, effortlessly towering over both others of his kind as well as the largest of other species. It wasn't like he even tried to do so; he happened to notice one day that his body loved gaining an unprecedented amount of muscle mass that no one would ever think was possible to achieve, even in their wildest dreams. Sometimes it paid to be lucky.

Though it meant that he often had issues with his clothing as his growth was seemingly endless, leaving him with a constantly ballooning wardrobe budget that rivaled the spending habits of other companies entirely. What could he say - he was a big guy! He certainly thought that he'd earned the privilege considering how much he'd put into this business.

It was certainly the issue now as it'd been a whole week since he'd gotten his last upgrade. His suit was left on its last legs as it struggled to contain the impossible amount of feline bulk filling it out, all parts of it stretched and ready to tear if moved in the wrong way. He wasn't blind to the fact as he could feel how little slack the material had left. He had to feel for these things as there was no conceivable way that he could see past his colossal pectoral shelf.

Every part of his attire was on the verge of shredding. The white dress shirt that he'd gotten only a few days ago was already on its last legs, the buttons down the front clinging to life, doing little to hide his wide torso as it peeked out greatly between where the shirt was fastened. That wasn't to say anything of his sleeves - both shirt and suit jacket - that were coming apart at the seams as his continual growth left them powerless to prevent his expansion from continuing. His pants might be the only thing that had a shot of staying together, but a throbbing cock that weighed more than the average person paired with cum tanks that held more jizz than a bathtub could handle gave it a run for its money.

In Lionor's mind, today was the final day that he'd get any value out of his professional garb. Arms meatier than entire bodybuilders already threatened a wardrobe malfunction earlier in the day, which gave him an idea how to rectify the situation as he'd already decided that the suit wasn't worth salvaging - he'd flex out of it!

In the privacy of his own office he smirked, walking away from the window to the centre of the spacious room. He knew from past experiences that the act of shredding his clothing to ribbons was explosive in its own right, seeing this as no different.

It seemed that he was right about his attire not lasting much longer as the bottommost button on his dress shirt popped off entirely, pulling the hem of the top out from being tucked into his pants and revealing abs built like cinder blocks. He was proud of the work that he put into shaping them, loving the contrast between their rigid peaks and the valleys between them.

Seeing that his work had already begun, he wasted no time in jumping right into it. With a mighty flex he pumped his fist into the air, the act of his split-peak bicep doubling in size tearing a hole through both of his tops that allowed for the view of his brawny musculature. He'd worked hard to achieve arms wider than his desk was, and he wasn't too shy to show them off!

He followed up with his other arm, a similar-shaped rip forming on the opposite sleeve. That was then accompanied by him straightening both arms and forcing his triceps to tense up, the delicious slabs of horseshoe beef positively obliterating the material like it was made of tissue paper. This was supposed to be military-grade fabric as well, stuff that was meant to hold up under a lot of stress! He loved the thought that he was stronger than what the best minds could come up with.

With his sleeves thoroughly destroyed, Lionor turned his attention to his chest, where most of the damage had already been done without him even trying. Seeing the lone button on the floor that popped off of his shirt earlier gave him an idea, one that anyone would enjoy had they gotten the opportunity to witness him.

He stood with his fists resting on his wide hips, his swollen arms tensing in excitement of what was to come. Then he focused his attention to his torso again - his perfect abdomen in specific - and tensed it as much as he could. One by one he felt the pressure in each button rise, watching with bated breath as each of them went and popped off as easily as the other one did. He kept his concentration up even at his pecs, which had his musky chest fluff sticking out from between the buttons. A simple act of bringing his bloated arms to his sides puffed out his pectorals more than enough, sending the last two buttons flying across the room and embedding themselves in the wall. That was faster than anyone could throw them!

His front finally free, he decided that it was time for the rest of it to go. Now with minimal discomfort, he was able to forge an idea of what to do next, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Not even caring if anyone heard him, he let out a mighty roar as he pumped his arms in front of him, the pressure of doing so overwhelming the tension of the material, causing it to shred into confetti and show off his gorgeous back muscles. Well, that was easy.

But that only half-naked, which wouldn't do - all of it had to go. Feeling his strength well up inside of him, he let his concentration meander to his legs, cognizant of the power stuffed within them. He had quads that cyclists could only dream of, his mere presence enough to make them envious. It wasn't his fault that his thighs were massive enough to catch everyone's attention, he was just good at cultivating them.

He could even feel his junk wanting to join in as not even the constricting nature of the fabric could prevent his shaft from breaking out of its prison. The material of his boxers had already given out, meaning that it was just the suit pants left standing in his way.

That got him to tense his bulk as hard as he could, immediately hearing a rip from both limbs and feeling the cool, conditioned air lapping at his beefy quads. The tearing continued as the hole grew down the sides, his engorged calves now tasting freedom. That would've been the death knell of the material had his monumental ass not gotten to it first, tearing the back of his pants asunder as it failed to hold both of his dimpled globes and unceremoniously fell to the carpeted floor in a heap of tatters.

Finally, he was free of his restrictive clothing. Now, it wasn't uncommon to catch the owner of the company completely in the buff, but he did try to stay as professional as he could given that he frequently had visitors from all over the place, though a fair number of them would not be upset at seeing him like this in the slightest.

With his task completed and out of the way, Lionor got to take in the main star of the show - himself. While flexing out of his wardrobe was fun and everything, he really loved flexing for himself, and hated when other things got in the way of that.

Heh, he could instantly tell that he still maintained his pump from the gym, seeing how the veins that snaked along his tremendous muscle mass remained after he lifted more weight than the rest of the patrons combined.

Just the mere thought of that alone got him involuntarily flexing his chest, absolutely adoring how it jutted out scant inches away from his face. His head had some difficulty moving from side to side, however, he had no such trouble shoving it in between his prodigious pectorals. Very few people got this kind of pleasure, but no one except himself could perform it alone.

The act of digging his snout between the titanic slabs of beef that made up his chest was enough to dislodge some of the masculine musk that had gotten trapped in there as a result of working out at the company's iron pit. It immediately hit him hard, the heady scent forced up his nostrils and imprinting on his brain. Without warning his shaft grew turgid in microseconds, activated upon inhaling that intoxicating aroma. Oh man, he might have a potent aphrodisiac on his hands!

Feeling his lionhood slap against his swollen chest got him to pop his head out from the veritable forest of chest fur that trailed down to the base of his cock. He grinned wide, his eyes level with the head of a cock that drooled preseed like a broken faucet. It was his pride and joy - he pleasured himself often, especially when he first worshipped himself. Many other people were adequate in their lovemaking, but only he knew how to do it in the way that _he_wanted it.

With one of his hands on his monolithic pillar and the other gripping a thick nipple, he groaned as the mind-boggling euphoria slammed his soul without a warning beforehand. His mouth immediately went back to his chest, only his tongue licked at the immense bulk squarely in front of him. Just about every part of him provided immeasurable amounts of stimulation to fuel his libido, only wishing that someone played with his balls to really push him over the edge. Oh well, there'd be a next time soon enough.

The hand on his fat nip squeezed as he groaned from ecstasy, twisting and turning it like a car radio dial. That in turn caused his other hand to spasm as he stroked himself, translucent pre cascading down his length and coating his fingers in the substance, allowing them to glide along the pulsing flesh with little effort.

More and more he pumped his cock, enticed by his exhilarating smell and the feeling of his overly muscular form. Shit, even standing there was enough to get him horny as he could feel how unfathomably heavy he'd become, especially over the last few years! He had to have his own private elevator installed as he'd maxed out the others by a few tons. There was no comparison to anyone else, but that's what made him the best leader that he could be.

He knew that he wouldn't last long at this rate - he never did, particularly after a good day at the gym - which, in fairness, was every day at the gym. No other place besides his own company could adequate equipment for a guy of his magnitude to tackle and thrive with. It led to him needing bigger gym attire, which he was more than thrilled with given how much his extraordinary beef bulged with every flex.

Ugh, his balls were practically begging to be emptied, blasting his potent spunk all over his office. Even thinking about it skyrocketed his arousal, his hand jerking himself off faster while the other fondled himself harder, not even able to dent his diamond-hard flesh. He was a beast of a man, a veritable behemoth unmatched by the likes of everyone else around him. And he was going to cum.

His pecs flexing into his face from the massive amounts of pleasure pummeling his system, he felt his engorged balls pull up to his crotch - still hanging below his knees - and let loose everything that they'd been producing up until that point. It might've been more had he not relieved some tension after his workout, which he always did.

Rope after sticky rope of cum jettisoned from his leviathan obelisk, his hips bucking a whole foot as he pumped his cock as hard as it would go. His jizz launched from the tip of his dick in arcs, landing in pools of itself on the carpet. The feeling of release inundated him with bliss, especially as the pressure from his prostate dissipated, his taint throbbing as his heavy orbs drained themselves.

Every single one of Lionor's muscles got in on the action, uncontrollably flexing and appearing like they all doubled in size out of nowhere. It got him to cum harder when he felt how enormous he was.

Eventually, though, his flow petered out, leaving him nearly devoid of energy, but thoroughly satisfied at a job well done. He'd need to remember to call the custodial staff to clean up his office at some point, but seeing as they were some of the best-paid employees in his company they didn't really mind.

Oh, thinking about his work reminded him that he needed all new clothes now. That was a process in and of itself - he had to first get his measurements taken, then the order had to be placed, then he had to wait until the correct material was gathered and assembled. He had the cash to make it happen quickly, but it still took a little while to accomplish.

The idea of how to pass the time came to him after taking a look at his sweaty, heaving body. Oh yeah, he had all the time in the world.