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The recruitment poster stared Ridge in the face, annoyance written across it. He scrutinized every word written on the flyer stating that the college wrestling team was having tryouts and that all could apply. That was a lie, of course, as they were only looking for those of a more robust physique, completely unlike the weedy form that the wolf innately had.

It burned him greatly as he'd tried before in the previous year, only to be told that a canine like him would get mangled on the mat and that it'd be in his best interest to try something else. That was total crap! As he clearly demonstrated in his tryout he'd been doing wrestling for several years before applying to the school - to the point that he kept up with even the best that the team had to offer - and felt like his size wasn't the liability that the coach thought that it was. At the very least he could've replaced some of the less-experienced members on the squad.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be, with him being cut right before the new members were announced. The news crushed him, especially when he saw several names of people that he completely dominated on the mat! It left a sour taste in his mouth when he noticed that every single recruit all had one thing in common - they were men on the substantially beefier side, not to mention that they had all been taken down by him. If that's what the coach was actually looking for, then it should've been communicated much better than it was. The experience led him to completely forget about trying out for the team for the remainder of his time in college.

Until now. The fire that burned within him reared its head once more, raging through his very being as the knowledge that he could easily be the best took over his thoughts. He wanted the position, though he wanted to show the coach how wrong he was even more. Yeah, he'd try again, but first he needed to look the part.

Which might be a bit of a problem given his normally slender nature.

Ridge thought long and hard about how to tackle his problem, wondering how the hell he was supposed to bulk up that much before tryouts began. All sorts of ideas poured into his head, both illicit and not, but he figured that gaining even a little bit of muscle mass could land him a position on the team, which would give him plenty of time to close the gap in size between him and the rest of his squad mates.

And that's why the lupine found himself in a nearby health shop, tucked into the back corner of the closest mall away from the most trafficked parts of the building. The place felt a little odd given the nature of the store - as well as the overabundance of shady medication that he wasn't certain was even legally certified at all - but he'd heard from a reliable source that the place carried a supplement that could help him achieve exactly what he wanted.

While the whole store encounter felt particularly sketchy to him, he couldn't deny how piqued his curiosity was when he got his hands on the supp's container. It even had a silhouette of an overly muscular dude on the label - clearly it meant that the product worked, right?

He'd find out soon, already making his way to the gym on campus. The duffel bag slung over his shoulder contained, not only his workout clothes, but a shake made from the supplement. Seeing as he literally had no idea what to expect he made sure to follow the instructions to a T to ensure that any potential harm to him was limited as much as possible. It both made him anxious and excited to try it out.

No one batted an eye as he scanned his way into the establishment given that he normally trained there. He'd tried many times to beef up over the years, but his genetics simply wouldn't allow it, instead keeping him lean and trim. While he would've liked to have naturally been able to gain muscle mass like other people were able to do, he honestly didn't mind how fit he looked.

But Ridge itched to finally push past that.

Changing into his loose-fitting gym clothes, he took out the bottle of protein shake and gave it a whiff, his nose crinkling slightly at the acrid aroma emanating from the liquid. His nerves got the better of him, making him wonder if this was such a good idea after all, but the thought that this could be his ticket to finally making it on the team hit him hard, so he found no sense in backing out now. Down the hatch!

Well, it certainly tasted better than it smelled, if a little funky. But he felt energized and raring to go, moreso than he usually did! Whether it was because of the supplement or his own eager enthusiasm to prove what he was made of didn't matter; he was ready to do this.

Heading out to the floor, he wondered what the best routine to take would've been. His usual equipment seemed to be taken, which led him to wander over to the free weights. It was earlier than he would've worked with them, but it didn't bother him to exercise out of order.

He grabbed his regular weights - a dumbbell in each hand - and took his position on a nearby bench, his heart pumping in anticipation. Immediately he got into it; his arms curled as he brought the weights up to his shoulders, his fingers scant centimetres away from brushing up against his fur. The rush of endorphins brought about by exercise always did wonders in keeping him engaged.

More and more he lifted the weights, feeling the burn that normally took place as he went through his routine, thought noticed that the sensation of fatigue didn't bleed throughout his body like it normally did. Indeed, he felt relatively normal all things considered, which struck him as strange given how he usually started huffing out of exhaustion at the point of completing his second set, yet he still felt as incredible as the moment that he first sat down. It made him wonder if that was the supplement's doing, though there wasn't any way that it worked quite that quickly, right?

But the ease in which he tackled his regular weight had him suspicious. On a hunch, he set those weights back on the rack, grabbing a heavier pair to perform the same workout with. These certainly gave him the resistance that he was hoping for, but even these began to feel lighter than they should be after a period of time. Alright, something was definitely up.

Ridge understood right away when he viewed himself, observing how his biceps bunched up at the apex of his curl. It left him speechless, though intrigued to know that the supplement did as was advertised. The corners of his mouth twisted into a smile - there was a chance for him after all.

With his newfound drive to prove his capability, he put the dumbbells back where they came from and headed over to the squat rack, a burning desire to bulk himself up mounting inside of him. Like before he started with his usual weight, snickering when he felt how light it was only after a few reps. That coaxed him to throw on more weight, higher than what he would've thought about even a week ago.

And still it was a breeze to him. The sensation of effortlessly gliding up and down the rack thrilled him, leading him to put on additional weight that would've killed him were he not boosted by his new supp. He grunted as the burden seemed heavier than anticipated, but going for even a few reps soon made the load turn from bearable into a piece of cake. He felt unstoppable.

That wasn't far off from the truth when he inspected himself after another set. The muscle shirt that he wore bulged far more with thick bulk that he'd thought possible of himself, sending giddiness racing through his system that his dream was becoming a reality. The same was said for his shorts as the dedicated squatting that he just performed beefed up his legs far beyond the slender sticks that they used to be. He was beside himself with emotions as he knew that the position was all but his.

Noticing that the bench press was open, Ridge sought to claim it before anyone else had the opportunity to. He rubbed his hands in anticipation of exceeding his current personal records, a chuckle rumbling under his breath. It was time to see what he was really capable of.

He loaded on his regular weight, only to stop and realize that it'd be far too easy for him in his current state and therefore a waste of time to lift. The concept that he could realistically think like that now tickled him. As such, he threw more weight on until he felt it appropriate, then took his place on the bench, his wider back feeling nothing but thin air as he steadied himself.

The knowledge that he'd be tackling a load far heavier than what most, if not all - current patrons of the gym could handle had him a tad apprehensive, but the excitement coursing through him had him wanting to demonstrate the power that he now had.

With a single lift he shattered all doubts that may have formed, hoisting the bar with a grunt as high as he could push it. From there he continued his workout, lifting the loaded barbell with ease as the exercise ceased being a challenge. He couldn't believe that he'd barely been out on the floor and already he'd conquered exercises that had long given him grief; it felt incredible.

It gave Ridge the idea to try out the dumbbells again, thinking that he could demolish the record that he just set earlier. He stopped when he felt himself head to his regular weights, instead steering himself to ones more than double what he thought was possible for himself. With a smirk adorning his face and a twinkle in his eye, he took his place in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and got to work.

Instantly he felt the load go from difficult, but manageable, to child's play, the burden lessening with every pump. He could see the results in his reflection, the wolf in the mirror gaining arms bigger than his waist used to be the longer that he pushed himself. It got him to try heavier dumbbells, noting right away how he ended up with the same result and getting him to crack a smile at his unbelievable success. If it weren't for the glasses resting on his snout, someone might think him to be an entirely different person.

With his confidence soaring as an outcome of his body exploding in size, he shot back to the empty bench press, already in the process of putting as much weight on as it could manage. He had to laugh when he realized that the limiting factor now was the barbell rather than him. Unlike the equipment, he could pretty much take on anything at this point.

The burden wasn't enough for him after only a short while of lifting it, forcing him to shuffle weights around and ditch the lighter ones for those that could really make him sweat. Even just trying to pick up one of the hundred-pound weights before was difficult, but now he could carry a stack of them without thinking about it. It did make him a bit uneasy that the bar started bending in the middle, but he figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

He lifted with gusto, pumping his arms as his chest benefited from the exercise. His grunting once again diminished the longer that he kept his set going, not wanting to stop for--

An abrupt tearing noise sounded out from his area, causing his eyes to bug out as it broke him out of his concentration. He set the bar back down on its rests, wondering where the sound came from, though finding out immediately when he looked in the mirror across from him - his formerly loose-fitting muscle shirt had ripping down the front, leaving his wide torso bare for all the world to see.

Ridge couldn't believe it! The attire that he'd have killed to at least make fit him now succumbed to his own immensity, his titanic mass pulling the fabric at its weakest point. He could now see his cinderblock abs in all their glory, as well as his prodigious chest, each pectoral likely weighing as much as he used to, if not more. While he thought that those other wrestlers were colossal beefcakes in a league of their own, he might've just surpassed them all without putting in much effort.

Oh, maybe it was a good place for him to stop - he only just noticed that some tears had formed at the bottom of his shorts, the material struggling to contain the enormity that his bloated thighs had become. While he didn't mind admiring his upper body in public, he absolutely did not want to expose himself to others. It was a good thing that he wore sweatpants to the gym!

***

The coach of the wrestling team eyed his prospects, already seeing several recruits that looked promising enough to make the team. There was one thing that bothered him, however, and that was the fact that some of them seemed a bit rusty when taking on other people on the mat, and it led him to thinking that this year might be rougher than anticipated for the team. Maybe he'd have to lower his standards a bit just to get some genuine skill on the roster.

And that's when he noticed a beefcake of a canine lumber into the gym with a duffel bag slung over his boulder shoulder, though with a confident poise that somehow seemed familiar. It took him ages to place where he saw the lupine before, though it finally hit him - this was the wolf that he'd cut last year! He remembered it well as the student was the last cut that he made, a legitimately heartbreaking decision as he saw how much heart the lanky man had. The concern that something terrible could've happened to him when competing was the only reason for the choice given the mass monsters that the other schools in the area recruited for their squads.

But now he had no such qualms about letting the wolf compete; in fact, just seeing him huge like that practically made the lupine a shoo-in for the team. The coach knew right away that the school stood a much greater chance at winning the whole thing were the student a part of the roster, making the rest of the tryouts basically a formality considering that only one space was being filled. Yeah, that canine was going to go far, and he was ready to make sure of that.