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The cold waters rushed up to meet me when the henchman holding my collar finally let go. I supposed it would have been better than being waved around threateningly, but now that I was actually submerged I could feel my fear returning in full force. Somehow though, despite having my hands tied behind my back and my ankles bound, I managed to stay afloat, no doubt thanks to the diving lessons I had once taken as a kid.

Chapel soon followed, two brawny henchmen lifting the horse by the shoulders and throwing him like a shot-put. Panic overwrote my fear immediately, Chapel's upper body was still rather huge and all that muscle was definitely going to weigh him down. Not caring that the henchmen were still laughing as the barge sped down the river, I drew in all the air I could hold in my lungs and dived down, kicking my way towards Chapel as I watched him sink. I didn't actually know what the hell I could do to help him now, but when I saw him curling down towards his legs I almost gave up hope.

And then something long and gleaming came into view. It was a knife, long and sharp and hidden away within Chapel's jeans. The horse had it in his grip, the blade twirling in his fingers as he sliced away the cloth binding his wrists. I was close to running out of oxygen by this point, but still I refused to swim to the surface, my desire to look at Chapel one last time overriding my need for air. And then the horse was beside me, powerful arms pushing him through the waters like a torpedo. The knife reappeared, slicing through the rags around my wrist and ankles and returning control of my arms and legs.

Instinct kicked in, and I found myself racing to the surface, Chapel helping me along until I finally burst into the frigid air.

"Aaaahh!!" I wailed, threading water and shivering uncontrollably, my breaths turning into rapid gasps as I filled my lungs with much needed oxygen. Chapel was already floating nearby, somehow able to keep his shoulders above the surface with just his arms. Giovanni's barge was already a hundred yards away, tearing across the river toward the military base at the very end.

Chapel motioned for me to follow, and together we swam toward the rocky shore, gasping for breath as we clambered over the flood guards and rolled onto the soft, grassy shoreline.

"Oh my god!" I cried, clutching my face as the clear sky finally swung into view, "I can't believe we got out of that!"

Chapel did not say anything, causing me to sit up in panic at the thought that something might have happened to him. Thankfully though, he was there, propped up on his arms as though he was doing push ups and breathing so hard his nostrils were permanently flared.

"Chapel!"

The horse turned to look at me, he was grinning again, his pearly whites shining in the soft afternoon sun. And then I saw it, clamped between his teeth, a tiny metal card of sorts, emblazoned with gold and the unmistakable insignia of my mobile service provider.

"Oh... Oh no frigging way!" I said, eyes unblinking as I crawled over to where he laid, taking the memory chip from his lips as that grin grew even wider, "Oh my god... Oh my god Chapel you are... amazing!"

And then he was upon me, muscular arms holding me close as we flopped into the soft grass, the warmth of his body comforting as we giggled and laughed for some time.

"Oh god I Chapel I love you so much."

"I know Bradley," the horse said softly, his face pressed against mine as we admired the chip, "But I dare say I love you more than you love me."

"How did you even get this in your mouth? I thought Giovanni crushed my phone to bits!"

"He did, but when he threw the pieces into my face I felt the chip hitting my tongue, I think it escaped simply because it's so small and flat."

"I... I still can't believe you managed to hold on to it until now!"

"I wasn't going to let you down Bradley, you know that."

"I have so much to make up for, do you still have your phone?"

"Yep, but... uh... there might be problems."

Chapel handed me his phone and pushed himself upright so he could adjust his outfit, tightening his chain belt before cutting away all the excess material now that his jeans were several sizes too big for his legs. I inspected the phone in my hand, making a face when I realized just how much water was still spilling out of it, and sure it enough, the phone refused to respond when I tried turning it on.

"Well so much for this," I grumbled, unlocking the back and sighing when I realized the water had corroded just about everything, "We're going to need another phone, stat."

"That might be an issue."

As if on cue, a mighty rumble quaked through the ground beneath us, explosions going off in the distance as entire buildings began crumbling under Giovanni's onslaught. We were in some kind of enclave, a short walk from the miniature cliff that held a road running along this side of the city. Chapel agreed to wait, and when I hurried over to peek over the edge, I nearly had to pick my jaws off the floor.

Everywhere I looked I saw Giovanni's henchmen, huge muscular monsters who were running around in nothing but short shorts and ripping trousers. A good number of them were naked, their massive pricks tearing through concrete and steel as they fucked the walls of entire buildings. There was even one benching a bus, the passengers trapped within screaming with each mighty lift. Chaos reigned, and judging by the way the military and local security forces were running around, it was probably going to stay that way for some time.

"Not good?" Chapel asked.

"Awful," I replied, "We're going to have to move, I think I have a spare phone in my room, and then I'll be able to undo all these changes and put Giovanni in his place."

"Wait I see a police officer, maybe he has a phone."

I could not remember the last time I saw a terrified police officer, the wolf was so panicked it almost looked as though his fur was turning white on the spot. I just managed to grab him when he came sprinting along the shoreline, tackling him onto the ground as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Officer!" I yelled, loud enough to make myself heard, "Your phone! Give it to me!"

Amazingly, the wolf did as he was told, his phone fumbling out of his pocket when he tried pulling it out. Chapel, who had dragged himself closer while I was shouting, picked it up and frowned.

"Not a smartphone," he said, turning to face the shivering wolf under me, "Where's your car officer?"

"I-I-I w-was just g-going to g-g-get it," he stuttered, his eyes darting wildly, "C-C-City l-lost, army d-destroyed, w-w-we're all d-doomed!"

A bellowing roar echoed some distance away, causing the policeman to shriek before passing out in my grip as a massive shadow loomed over us. My first instinct was to throw myself over Chapel, surely due to the muscle-henchmen who had come to get rid of us. And then I looked up, and saw to my amazement a police chaser roaring over our heads, almost in slow motion, the car bouncing to a halt mere feet away from where we were. Granted, it was still on the road, but hey a car was a car.

"Ooh!" Chapel exclaimed, "That's convenient. Bradley let's go right now, before it's too late."

"Way ahead of you," I said, pulling myself up the cliff and reaching down to give Chapel a hand. The horse didn't take it, flashing a confident grin at me before I could protest.

"Handicapped but not helpless Bradley," Chapel said, "Never forget that."

The horse had already dragged himself to the edge by this point, his massive hand grasping into the rocky outcrops as he pulled himself up, succeeding in pulling himself all the way onto the edge of the road as I watched in amazement.

"Told ya," he said, grinning before lifting himself into the passenger seat. I ran around to the driver's door and threw myself in, grabbing the keys that were waiting for me and firing the ignition. There was a larger-than-average henchman growling and thumping his chest in the distance, no doubt the same one who had thrown us this police chaser. Chapel was already giving me a naughty look, and I knew exactly what he intended. The police car came with one of those massive crash bumpers for smashing through roadblocks, and it was a pretty big rammer at that.

"Do you think we can do it?" I asked anxiously as I shifted the car into position, "Is there detour we can take?"

"Judging by how many buildings are falling in the distance," Chapel said, "I think we'll have to risk it, besides he doesn't look that big."

"He just threw a car."

"We can take him, trust me on this one."

Whatever protests I had planned were cancelled out by a mighty bellow from the henchman, I decided to go with it, slamming my foot into the accelerator and jerking as the car sped off. The henchman had noticed the challenge, and as if confident that his muscles would hold, the bull simply puffed out his chest and flexed his hulking arms by his sides. I was moving at insane speeds by this point, shutting my eyes at the last moment and yelling when the car made contact, smashing into the bull so hard the wind was knocked out of him.

"Look at him go!" Chapel laughed. I opened my eyes, realizing that the bull had been sent flying. It was clear to anyone that he wasn't hurt in the slightest, but damned I must have thrown him a good thirty feet. The crash bumper probably wasn't useable anymore, but I didn't think we'd need it. Stomping on the accelerator, I raced down the road toward my old apartment, it would not be long before Giovanni reached the military base and all the weapons stored there. There wasn't a moment to lose!

***

Thankfully, my apartment block was still standing by the time we arrived. Emergency services had long abandoned this side of town, no doubt having evacuated everyone before fleeing the scene themselves.

"Go find your phone," Chapel said, tapping me on the shoulder as we came to a halt, "Don't worry about me. Just go before the mob gets to this part of town."

"I'm not leaving you again," I said without thinking, "Not after... what happened."

"I'll slow you down," he insisted, indicating his legs, "Just go find your phone Bradley, please!"

"Oh... okay, but promise you'll get yourself up there!"

"I promise, now go!"

I didn't need to be told twice, my still wet clothes causing me to shiver in the cold as I tumbled out of the car and sprinted into the lobby. There were dangerous looking cracks along the walls already and I immediately decided against taking the lift, choosing instead to run up the stairs since my apartment was only on the fourth floor.

My door was still unlocked from when I was so unceremoniously kidnapped, and while I knew the threat of looters was prominent, I didn't bother to check as I sprinted into my room and began tearing the place apart. I had to have kept it in a box or something! My spare had to be around here somewhere! It just had to be!

Tremors were running across my floor, growing stronger with every passing minute as Giovanni's mob continued rampaging across the city. I could even hear helicopters flying around, what sounded like rockets soaring across the sky and exploding uselessly against the monstrous invaders. Half my room had been ransacked by this point, my arms aching as I cursed myself for being such a pack rat.

"Bradley?" called Chapel's voice, "Bradley are you in here?"

"I am!" I yelled back, stepping back as I pulled entire drawers out of my cupboards and rummaging through the contents, "How did you get up here?!"

"Car in the handicapped lot had a wheelchair in the back, helped myself to it!"

"Come on in! Help me turn my room upside down, I can't find it!"

"If the fighting gets too fierce," Chapel said as he rolled into the room, "I want you to get to the car and get the hell out of here. The power went out seconds after I got out of the lift, so there's no way I'm going to get to the ground from here."

"I'm not leaving you behind, Chapel."

"You might have to this time, there are rockets flying around Bradley."

"No... I can't... I won't!"

"Listen to me Bradley," Chapel said, grabbing me and pulling me into a hug, "I would never forgive myself if I dragged you down. I've already lost so much, if I lose you then all this would have been for nothing!"

I remained in Chapel's embrace for a few minutes, swallowing my emotions when I realized how much sense the horse was making. I wasn't going to do it though, not after what we had been through, I had been shot with bazookas and armour piercing rounds, even thrown into the River Brandon to drown. And yet we were still here, together, alive.

"No," I said simply.

"Bradley..."

"I'm seventeen years old and stubborn, so no."

Chapel let out an exasperated sigh, but it was clear he knew I was not going to be swayed, so the horse gave me a warm smile, his fingers running through my hair as he pressed my closer.

"This is why I love you so much."

"At least we'll be together until the... the..."

"Shush," Chapel whispered, easing me to my feet, "We're not done yet, c'mon lets search for your spare."

He let me go, giving me a moment to steel my heart before we raced to different cupboards, tearing through everything for two excruciating minutes until Chapel suddenly yelled.

"FOUND IT!"

"What?! No way!"

"Yes way!" Chapel cried, waving a box before me. That was it! The box where I kept the older model of my current phone! I bounded over the bed and grabbed it, my fingers barely touching the cover when a powerful quake sent me flying. Chapel managed to catch me in time, redirecting the moment of my fall so I landed onto the softness of my mattress. It sounded as though something had collided into the lower floors, something big.

"COME ON DOWN BRADDY-BOY!" hollered an all too familiar voice, "THE BOSS KNOWS YOU'RE UP THERE!"

Baxter.

"Oh fucking hell not now!" Chapel groaned, shoving the box into my hand and flipping the lid, "Put the chip in Bradley, quickly!"

Another quake, the sound of crumbling stone a grim indication that the Baxter trio were having fun downstairs, I did as Chapel directed, ripping open the back of my phone and searching frantically for the empty chip slot.

And then a loud bang rang in through my apartment, the sound of my front door flying off its hinges and landing with a thud on the floor.

"WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE BRADLEY," roared Tommy, the once pathetic little lynx sounding fearsome and absolutely monstrous, "YOUR SMELL IS EVERYWHERE!"

Chapel and I exchanged uneasy glances, the horse swallowing as he rolled his chair back.

"I can buy you three minutes, tops."

"Chapel," I whispered, desperation creeping into my face, "Please... No... Not again."

"Get BMU running and undo all of Giovanni's changes," Chapel said, breaking my grip on his wrist before pushing himself out of reach, "I've taken beatings before. Don't worry about me, just hurry."

Suddenly I heard the door slam, Chapel disappearing from view and leaving me alone and shivering once again. Hendry's voice floated through moments later, the fox slurping loudly as he desecrated the sanctity of my apartment.

"Well look at this, boys," he rumbled, "Meals on wheels!"

"Time for some overdue payback," Baxter added, "Get him!"

The sound of Chapel's wheelchair being crushed shook me from my stupor, forcing me to realize that I had just spent half a minute staring blankly at my hands. Chapel's pained cries were causing my fingers to shake, what was I doing, oh god what was I doing?!

Biting my lips and forcing myself to breathe, I stuck the chip into the appropriate slot and, without bothering to replace the cover, flipped my phone around and pressed my finger into the power button. Four agonising seconds passed before the screen blipped to life, the trashing Chapel was taking outside chilling me to the bone as the horse struggled to buy me more time. The main menu came into view, and when I realized the battery was at a mere two per cent I nearly freaked.

Somehow, I managed to tap the BMU icon, the application activating and taking over the space on my touch screen. The battery icon flashed, reducing to a mere one per cent before my wide, disbelieving eyes. Oh god no, the power had been cut, there was no way I could charge this. I had to move quickly, I needed to undo Giovanni's changes, where was the entries tab, oh god Bradley get a hold of yourself!

Breathing deeply, I swiped the main menu away, my eyes almost bursting out of my sockets when I realized Giovanni had wiped my entire history. There were only two tabs left, the last two people affected by BMU before my phone was shattered - Chapel, and Giovanni himself.

The panther was still incomprehensibly huge, twelve feet tall and more powerful than anything I had ever created. I tapped the undo button, returning the wretched criminal to his regular old body, my finger floating over the trigger button when Chapel let out a terrible, agonising cry. I felt my entire body trembling, my finger drifting away from the trigger button when I realized what I wanted more in this world. The city had already been evacuated, and if the military was bombing the place that meant they had been pushed to take desperate measures. And here was Chapel, the man who was counting on me more than anyone else on the planet.

I shut my eyes, sobbing when I realized I cared not for the ruins of the city. I wanted Chapel, I wanted him more than anything else I had ever known, and so I closed Giovanni's tab and turned to Chapel's. BMU was going nuts, so many warning buttons flashing all over I almost couldn't see the model of the horse I so loved. I was going to give him everything, and with a push of a button I restored the changes Giovanni removed. My finger continued to move, pushing away every warning button and introducing more improvements to Chapel than I had before. There was even a tab with suggested additions, the list flashing as though trying to catch my attention. It was almost as if BMU could sense my distress, offering solutions to my problems that I accepted eagerly.

Not bothering to read any of it, I began introducing more changes, working as quickly as I could as the Chapel on my screen grew too massive for it to contain, refusing to stop until BMU flashed a warning. My battery was seconds was running out, and I knew it was now or never. Saving my changes, I smashed my finger into the trigger button and yelped as my phone sparked in my hand. A final bolt of electricity all but burst from between my fingers, arcing through the air as it seared toward its target, tearing my door clean off its hinges before diving headlong into the battered and beaten Chapel.

There was a blast, a shockwave that burst from Chapel's barely conscious body with such force I was blown clean off the bed. Baxter and his cronies, who had been stomping on Chapel, were sent flying, their enormous bodies crashing through entire walls and pillars as Chapel began to shake. I pushed myself upright and dragged myself to the door, Chapel had gone into convulsions, his entire body trembling with the force of an earthquake before he unleashed a single, terrifying ROAR.

My ears were deafened instantly, the incessant ringing in my brain fading slowly when I rubbed the sides of my head. Chapel was on his feet again, his legs filling up with muscle as he shifted unsteadily, his widening feet stretching over the wooden floorboards as he swayed and stumbled. Like I was, Chapel had one hand to his head, groaning and grunting as his body trembled and shook. Something was happening to him, as though all the energy in the room was being sucked into his very being, his entire body throbbing with potential as he clenched his own gut, falling to his knees and moaning.

And then the very floor beneath me began rumbling, causing my limbs to freeze and the blood to run from my face. I had thought it was the buildings foundations finally crumbling, but then I realized the tremors were coming from Chapel. The horse was on all fours, his entire body shaking so hard once more I could only stare and gasp when his muscles fucking exploded.

"RRAAAAAAGHHH!!!" he bellowed, shattering the windows of my apartment as he hulked out beyond reason. Tommy, who had just stepped back into the picture swinging a metal girder, was sent flying when Chapel's arms morphed into world destroying punishers, a fist huge enough to swallow my head punching the lynx in the gut so hard I actually felt the shockwave bouncing off me.

Chapel was growling and snarling now, biceps the size of car tires bulging out of his arms as his growth hit a new high. All over I could see the remnants of his vest stretching and ripping as his body swelled beyond all understanding, shoulders wider than I was tall exploding with muscular mountains as his hulking traps fused with the pillar trying to pass off as his neck. I could see every frigging muscle cell swelling under his skin, his monstrous back taking on the fantastic Y-shape as his shoulders and lats blew out of proportion.

Pectoral muscles carved by the gods of sheer marble burst from Chapel's chest, two heaving monstrosities that stretched and bulked and heaved with unbridled power, growing so huge and so powerful so quickly I almost failed to see the horse's rippling stomach. Even Tommy, whose cinderblock sized muscles were the biggest and the strongest mere moments ago, paled in comparison to what I now saw. Chapel's eight-pack belonged to a freak show, each bulging slab the size of my entire torso and shredded as fuck, flexing with incomprehensible amounts of power with each heaving breath.

The horse's legs were next, his pants exploding from the base up when his furry feet ballooned into tennis racquets, his calves doubling in mass and throbbing with so much veiny muscle they had split into their individual muscle groups. Chapel's quads, already thick and sculpted, filled up with molten steel as he jerked and bucked, the wet denim tearing in places as his thighs were consumed by veritable mountains of muscle, each striated mass rumbling ominously as they tore his clothing apart.

All this while Chapel had been growing tall, stretching wider, expanding in all directions as his body grew massive and heavy with muscle, until nothing but a pair of tattered fabric covered him around the crotch. The monster let out a guttural moan, his ample cock throbbing madly as it thickened and hardened, growing longer, stronger, more muscular than anything I had ever seen. I watched as Chapel pushed himself upright, his ears gracing the ceiling as his cock pushed itself out, hundreds and hundreds of pounds of solid, muscular bulk bursting from the bloated shaft. His cockhead, already the size of a beach ball, gorged itself with so much blood it immediately turned from a light pink to a dark shade of red. Chapel's dick-slit must have been huge and wide enough to devour my entire head, powerful streams of sticky white juices launching themselves from his massive tool with every throb of his hulking testicles.

And then Chapel's head struck the ceiling, his monstrous penis swaying dangerously before him as he adjusted his widening stance, bending forward until his expansive upper back pressed against the upper floor. He was partially delirious by now, drool cascading from his lips as he bathed in the sensations fuelling his growing muscles.

Baxter let out a war cry, charging from the hole he had made in the wall and slamming his shoulders against the gigantic Chapel. It almost looked comical, the comparatively tiny lizard actually thrown off by the impact from his own attack, mirroring the events of the day before. Chapel turned to look at him, his face restructuring itself as his bones thickened and shifted, growing more bestial, ferocious, and yet manlier than could ever be!

The lizard tried pushing himself back, his throbbing erection completely exposed through the tent in his posing trunks. Chapel snarled at him, his foot leaving craters in the floor as he stomped over to where Baxter laid, one massive fist clenching so hard I could actually hear the skin tightening around it like a drum. And then Chapel struck him, a single, mighty blow that send Baxter crashing through all the floors below, the lizard vanishing into a massive hole smack in the middle of my living room.

"I'll get you yet!" Hendry cried, stumbling in from his hole and charging at the monstrous Chapel like a wild animal. Only... it seemed Chapel was the wilder one, the horse unleashing a thundering bellow that resulted in Hendry tripping over himself. Chapel raised his monumental muscle-arms, sweat-soaked bushes of pubic hair bursting to life within his armpits before the horse struck true, Hendry crashing through four floors before joining Baxter on the bottom.

It was just Tommy left, the lynx rising from the debris that covered him as he turned to regard his new foe. Chapel was grinning at him with a savageness that frightened even me, a dark forest of hair covering his chest and abs as a bristling jungle burst from his crotch and between his manly buttocks. They began to circle each other, Chapel's herculean form still expanding, still growing, his engorged manhood spraying cum everywhere as it soaked itself in his power.

My goodness I couldn't believe Tommy was still here, having expected him to revert to his cowardly little self and fleeing the moment Baxter and Hendry hit the ground floor. And then the lynx did something I did not expect, he stopped moving, placing his hands on a support pillar and then taking his eyes off his opponent. Chapel flinched, the muscular power in that simple reflex distracting me until I realized Tommy had turned to look at me, and I returned the stare, just as Chapel turned to look at me too.

Time seemed to stop for a singular moment. I realized then that Tommy was beside the last intact foundation pillar, the rest having been destroyed by Baxter and Hendry mere moments before. He was leering at me, a vile smirk splitting his ugly face in two as his hands caressed the concrete support. And suddenly he roared a battle cry of his own, powerful muscles flexing with impunity as he crushed his arms into the pillar. Time sped up again, Chapel launching himself across the ruins of my apartment and throwing a massive fist into Tommy's face.

Only it seemed the lynx had expected this, the cat actually releasing the pillar and launching himself at Chapel at the last possible moment. Chapel's fist struck true, crushing into Tommy's face with the force of a freight train, but that had been the lynx's plan all along, for when the momentum of Chapel's attack carried him forward, both his fist and Tommy were sent smashing into the pillar, the impact obliterating the concrete from existence and setting off a chain of events of most catastrophic proportions.

I could only watch as the pillar crumbled, massive cracks shattering the walls around it as the building began collapsing into itself. The ceiling moaned ominously, breaking and snapping as Chapel roared in fury. The horse had seen it as well, his expression marred with terror when he realized the place was coming apart. He turned to me, just as I stood in order to run, the fear in his eyes apparent when the building began to shake, the floor giving away beneath my feet as mortar and stone crashed upon us.

"BRADLEY!" Chapel roared, tripping when the floor opened up to swallow him, "GIVE ME YOUR HAND!"

The entire structure was caving into itself, bending inwards as the floor beneath me shattered at the slightest touch. I heard myself scream, trying with all my heart and my soul to crawl towards the hand that was barely within reach. Chapel's immense weight was bringing the entire building down with him, but I knew that was the only way I would get out here. I continued to crawl, pushing and kicking myself across the floor of my bedroom as I was tilted forward. I lunged, my hand flying toward Chapel's when something pulled the horse away.

"NO!" he thundered, struggling as the floor crumbled beneath him, his arm dragged with him as he tumbled into the levels below.

"CHAPEL!" I screamed, pulling my hand back when an enormous girder smashed into where Chapel's paw had been mere moments before. I was on my feet again, trying to stay balanced as my belongings swept between my shoes.

"BRADLEY!" Chapel yelled from below, "WHERE ARE YOU BRADLEY?!"

"I'm still here!" I cried back, my body paralysed with fear when the ceiling began crumbling above me.

"JUMP BRADLEY!" Chapel returned, "I WILL CATCH YOU!"

And then my floor suddenly lurched, the brick and stone falling away from my feet as beds and wardrobes crashed in from the upper stories. I began to run, dancing over the breaking floorboards and leaping over the pillar, throwing myself toward the hole when a dark shadow all but swallowed me.

The massive support beam struck me like a torrent of ice, the impact wrenching the sensations from my mind and shattering it into pieces uncountable. Pain, greater than anything I have ever imagined consumed my thoughts as I let my agony be known. And then I was falling, my body going limp as I fell into the darkness, my vision blurring before my very eyes. Chapel's voice was barely audible anymore, a blur of chestnut consuming my thoughts before I felt my eyes finally closing. There was a roar of an avalanche, and then... silence.

***

I vaguely knew myself to be sleeping, images and thoughts drifting through my head as I lay wrapped in shadow. There were sounds... ideas... the call of a familiar voice, the warmth of arms... around me... rock and stone crumbling... and falling. Was this... water... hitting my face? Was I... being carried? I saw... light... darkness...

I woke with a start.

I could hear and see it now, the soft beeping of medical equipment, the soft glows from a night lamp. It was dark but... warm. I blinked a few times, realizing that the ceiling looked to be made of canvas, as though I was inside a giant tent. I could feel the softness of a warm bed beneath me, I could feel my fingers grasping a woollen blanket, and I could feel...

No.

My legs...

No... no!

I forced my head to move, my neck aching as I tilted my face forward and stared at the shape of my feet through the blanket, a chill gripping my heart when I screamed in my mind for them to move, and saw to my terror that they no longer obeyed me.

Chapel was there, beside me. The horse was sitting on the concrete beside my bed, his head resting on a pillow he had placed next to my waist. He looked sound asleep, and he also looked... smaller. I blinked again, and saw that Chapel resembled when I had first freed him from his chair. He was still too big to fit into the nearby seat, eight feet tall at least, but definitely not the twenty foot monster from... before. He was even wearing his trademark outfit, an open, sleeveless black vest, matching denim jeans that ended in steel toed boots, and chains for his belt. The only thing not there was his sunglasses, though I did not think he would need them in the dim light of my... tent?

Not wanting to wake him, I returned my attention to my legs, running my hands over the thighs that rested under the blanket. Tears dripped from my eyes now, and I closed them, struggling to contain my anguish when I realised I felt nothing but the wool against my hands. I stared at my feet, biting my lips when I realised I could no longer wiggle my toes. I could remember something heavy landing on my back when my house collapsed on me, but this... this was too much.

At the verge of tears, I sniffled softly, causing Chapel's eyes to snap open when he realized I had finally woken. The horse was on his feet instantly, his huge body heaving with emotion as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"Chapel..." I cried, overcome with anguish as I pressed my face against one enormous shoulder, "My legs..."

"I know..." Chapel sobbed, shuddering as he held me, "You were out for two days... I feared the worst... but now... now you are safe."

"My... My phone... Chapel where is it."

"It... did not... make it, Bradley."

Chapel pulled away, and pulled out a tiny box from his pocket.

"I'm sorry Bradley..." he said, tears dripping down his face when he popped it open before me, "I tried... I really did."

If I could feel any worse than I did, the sight before me all but crushed my spirit. My old phone lay in shattered pieces, but there, set into the very core of the box was the golden memory chip, split into two clean fragments.

"No..."

"I'm sorry," Chapel cried, removing the box from sight and sitting on the bed so he could pull me close, "I'm so... so sorry!"

I knew I had been pushed beyond the limit, and so I simply remained where I was, sobbing into Chapel's chest for what felt like an eternity. My legs were gone and useless, nothing out there which would return me my ability to walk. The memory chip had been destroyed, BMU wiped from existence as I knew it, my only key torn from my gasp.

"Chapel... oh god Chapel..."

"Let me stay with you Bradley, please. I know what it's like, I went through this as well, you can get yourself through this, and I know you can."

"I'm never going to walk again... Chapel, why?"

"I swear I will remain by your side as long as you will have me Bradley, please give me a chance."

"...why?"

"You gave me my life back at a great cost to your own, Bradley nothing I do in this lifetime will ever repay the debt I owe you. Let me stay with you, let me love you Bradley, I want nothing more than to make you happy for the rest of your life."

Chapel pulled me away, so he could look at me in the eye and so I could see the sincerity that burned within them. I felt my heart breaking, my arms trembling as Chapel returned me to his chest. Was I ever going to get through this? Would I ever get used to never walking again? I was never going to run, never going to dance or jump for as long as I knew it.

I gripped Chapel's arms as hard as I could and pressed my face against his chest, trying to stifle my sobs as I let his powerful heartbeat overtake me. Chapel felt warm, strong, like a pillar of support in a room of doubt and despair. He felt like a buoy anchored to a single spot as the oceans raged around us. I wanted to hold him harder, my face smoothening out when Chapel spoke again, his voice soft, and gentle.

"Let me protect you," he whispered, "Let me be your friend and guardian until the end of your days, let me be your sword and your shield. I have not felt such emotions for any other person in all my time on this earth, let me stay Bradley, I swear to the moon and the stars that I shall love you for the rest of my life."

Chapel rested his chin on my head, and together we sat, sharing our warmth for what felt like hours.

In time, I felt my emotions retreating, a sense of calm and security enveloping my heart and spirit as Chapel finally released me. I did feel warmer now, even as Chapel pulled a rag from somewhere and wiped the tears from my face. I could hear other patients moaning or groaning now, alongside the shuffle of footsteps as nurses hurried about their business, though... the tentage and concrete flooring puzzled me greatly.

"We're in what used to be the parking lot of a fast food joint," Chapel said, answering my unasked question, "A hundred and fifty miles from the city. If you're familiar with Joe's Juicy Justice, that all-meat burger bar near the peak of Mount Crane, that's where we are now. Emergency services had to set up tent hospitals everywhere they could, and this one caters only to those who had to be airlifted from the city."

"Wait... the city, what happened to it?"

"Giovanni more or less levelled the place, announced his own independent state on top of all that too, although the military says it's planning to crush the rebellion by the end of the weak."

"Do they even know what they're up against?" I asked, "Last time I checked there were police cars being thrown about like beach balls."

"They've actually brought in the heavy artillery, somehow everyone managed to evacuate so now they're just shelling the place like crazy to keep the mob away from the blockades, and you can even see the explosions from the other side of the mountain."

"Well... guess I won't need to worry about school then."

"Oh that won't be an issue don't worry, I found your resume when I was digging through the ruins of your apartment for your phone this morning, just in case you wanted to enrol yourself in another college to further your studies, let me go get it."

I watched as Chapel slid off the bed, his booted feet clomping softly on the concrete as he squeezed his way through the flaps of my tent and returned with an enormous camping bag over his shoulder, no doubt filled with all sorts of other stuff he salvaged from my ruined home. I even spotted his fiery motorcycle parked right outside. Trust the furry mountain to bring that with him.

"You know," I said, shifting slightly as Chapel popped open the bag and drew out a folder, "I swear you grew bigger than this back at my apartment."

"I did."

"Then... why are you so small... I mean... not as huge now?"

Chapel stared at me for a moment, an eyebrow raised before sticking my folder back into the bag, his eyes lighting up for the first time since I woke.

"You don't remember the changes you gave me?"

"I... uh... may have been too frantic to look."

"Ooh... Oh yes this should get interesting."

"I still have no idea what you mean by that."

"No but I do," Chapel said, shoving his carrier side and grabbing the clock beside my bed, "C'mon, the sun is going to rise really soon and the view out there is absolutely fantastic."

It almost pained me when Chapel brought a wheelchair into view, but still I knew I had to be brave, this was going to be the start of a new day for me, and I was going to face it. Chapel helped me along, practically sweeping me off the bed with his enormous arms and easing me into the seat with a gentleness that surprised even me.

"Wait," I said as Chapel rolled me toward the tent flaps, "Am I even supposed to be leaving my bed?"

"I... uh... am not really sure," Chapel replied, "But hey I waited two days for you to wake up, now let's go watch the sunrise, there's something I'd like to show you."

And so we carried on, Chapel pulling open the flaps and allowing me to see that fiery motorcycle of his. The giant bike had been parked next to the tent, a number of backpacks and rucksacks resting in a neat little pile beside it. I had never been to Mount Crane before this, but when I finally tore my eyes away from Chapel's ride I realized that the view was indeed amazing. Joe's Juicy Justice was still closed and the sky was still dark, but when Chapel brought me over to one of the sightseeing spots, I was nearly blown away.

Oh, it wasn't the view, I couldn't even see over the railing from my position, rather I was referring to Chapel locking my wheelchair in place and then pulling off his already-revealing vest. His muscles were as beautifully sculpted as I had designed, perhaps even more so, everything from his rippling pectoral muscles to the oversized biceps bulging out of his arms... it seemed absolutely perfect.

It was only when Chapel unbuckled his chain belt did I feel myself panic a little, we were in a public place after all, and while it was still indeed night time that didn't mean you should be stripping yourself out here! I opened my mouth, but Chapel simply grinned at me, silencing my protests before the words even formed in my throat, that massive schlong springing from his hairy crotch almost dazzling me with its sheer size alone.

"I was genuinely surprised when I grew as huge as I did that day," Chapel said, folding his clothes neatly and placing them onto my lap, "And since you were unable to tell me anything about it, I busied myself in your tent while waiting for you to wake. I did manage to discover a few new things that weren't there before, let me show you the one I like best."

Dressed as well as the day he was born, Chapel placed his iron boots beside my chair and swaggered over to the empty space before me, his hairy ass muscles flexing and heaving before my wide, unblinking eyes. I could only sit there and gape, the cool breeze drifting through the spaces in my hospital garb when a strange glow swept over us. My mind was thrown back to the superhero moves of old, where energy could manifest itself into ribbons of light without the need for computers or camera tricks.

And then I realized that warm, orange glow was actually the sun, the first rays of morning finally creeping over the horizon and bending around Chapel's enormous body. I watched the horse raising his arms slightly, nothing but a dark silhouette surrounded by a soft, fiery glow. Chapel drew in breath, a shudder running down the length of his body.

"Oh... oh my..." I managed, my eyes widening when I realized what I could now see and hear.

It almost sounded like leather being stretched, ripples of energy sweeping across the vast expanse of Chapel's shredded musculature and causing his fur to stand on end. There was a quake, strong enough to send tremors to the floor around me when Chapel suddenly swelled, his arms packing on pure mass before my very eyes. Shoulders already monumentally massive expanded slowly at first, bulging masses of sheer muscle swelling from his already hulking body.

Chapel was breathing hard, each bellowing breath causing more and more beef to be packed into his growing frame. He had to be eleven feet in height by now, his furry feet tearing entire craters into the pavement whenever he wiggled his toes, fists the size of beach balls clenching and flexing as the dark shape morphed into a being of pure power.

I simply sat, deciding I would relax and enjoy the view as Chapel shot to over twenty feet, a towering giant of such incomprehensible proportions I actually realized I couldn't see the sun anymore. He was just that big, every single cell in his body rumbling with his strength with the slightest of flexes, the muscular power emanating from him so powerful I could actually hear his muscles grinding against one another as they battled for space. Chapel was not the snarling, growling muscle monster from before. No, he seemed almost serene, calmed, and when the sun finally rose high enough to cast light upon him, I could see that his herculean shoulders were completely, utterly relaxed.

Sort of.

"See what I mean?"

At first I thought the gods themselves were speaking to me, the entire mountain shaking under my chair at that single utterance. Chapel simply grinned, his long tongue wetting his lips as he turned to face me, his monstrous form threatening to overwhelm me with sheer awe when the horse brought his arms up for the most amazing double bicep flex I had ever seen in my life. I was probably already starting to dehydrate, so much drool pouring from my lips that Chapel actually gave me a look of concern.

"I hear people coming," purred the stallion, his eyes twinkling in delight when I moaned at the sound of his voice, "Hope you enjoyed the sunrise Bradley."

I didn't even realize Chapel shrinking until his chest began flexing so erotically against my face, the horse nuzzling my head as his muscles collapsed onto themselves and returned him to his eight foot form. Even as I watched him struggling to squeeze said muscles into his clothing, I knew I was going to see him as a twenty foot titan for the rest of my life, that image of raw power so incredible it had forever been scarred into my depths of my mind.

Somehow, Chapel managed to get dressed in time, the draft horse stuffing his huge cock back into his jeans when the first sounds of conversation finally drifted past my ears. It was a nurse, pushing a wheelchair carrying another victim of Giovanni's attack, the two smiling at us when Chapel sat down beside me and waved.

"I didn't even get to see the sunrise you know," I whispered once I was sure they were out of range, flicking Chapel's ear with my finger and causing him to giggle.

"I can't help it if you made me so hot as to be able to grow whenever I want to."

"And here I was thinking you needed sunlight to help you."

"I can grow individual body parts as well," Chapel added naughtily, rolling me around so he could press his face into my lap, "What you see now is the smallest I can go, but I'll admit I'm only like this so I can fit into clothes, the nurses weren't satisfied with a towel so I had no choice."

"They allowed you in with a vest that technically only covers your back?"

"Well the emphasis was pants, but I was also forced to put on a shirt on the first day, only it burst."

"It burst?!"

"I couldn't help it," Chapel cooed, "I sneezed and suddenly I was shirtless again."

"Now why does that not sound accidental at all?"

"Gee you know me so well," giggled Chapel, dragging me off the chair so he could press me against his chest, "I might just burst my pants now so you stop calling my bluffs!"

"What am I going to do with you Chapel," I asked, caressing the strong muscles that bulged against my face, "You're like an unstoppable juggernaut of muscle that could knock down this entire mountain if he wanted to."

"Oh you should have seen the number of rockets the military fired at me before they realized I had you in my arms," Chapel laughed, "Half of them freaked out and fainted before they even got their weapons out, and then I yelled at them a little too hard and sent their tanks flying. Apart from the fact they're all going to need therapy now, it was pretty fun!"

"That's... wow."

"I know right," Chapel said, grinning from ear to ear before adding, "And I think I see Joe's opening at last! Let's go get some grub Bradley, my treat!"

As it turned out, Chapel's treat consisted of the horse flexing his pecs and causing Joe to fall over with a nosebleed so severe we actually had to yell for medics. Still, when the bull finally recovered he was more than happy to pile steaks and fries and mashed potatoes onto our plates for as long as we wanted.

I was still stuffing my face when I noticed Chapel twiddling his fingers, the mountain of meat before him growing to the ceiling as Joe flew between our table and his grill, occasionally stopping for other patrons but giving us a higher priority. The stallion even seemed to be reddening slightly, his eyes darting between his food and my face as his blushing reached a new high.

"Chapel?" I called, placing a hand on his enormous quad muscle as more people streamed into Joe's, "Is something wrong?"

"I... uh... well... I was just wondering about my earlier question... you never actually answered it."

"Which... Which question?"

"The one where I asked if... if I could stay... stay by your side for... for the rest of time."

"Well..." I said, pausing and grinning as the colour ran from Chapel's face, "I guess I could use a mega-sized, massively-muscled monstrosity to keep me safe and warm every night, what say you Chapel?"

And suddenly he was upon me, his immense power decimating the plastic seating we were resting on as he swept me off my feet for what seemed like the hundredth time, his lips crushing into mine as we rolled over Joe's floor.

"YES!" Chapel half-roared, half-cried, his entire body trembling with emotion as the entire eatery burst into applause, "YES! YES! YES!!"

If there was ever an occasion to rival that one moment in time, then I did not know it, Chapel had been so overcome with emotion that he refused to let go of me for the rest of the day, tears of joy spilling down his face like waterfalls of such magnitude he actually managed to soak eighteen whole bath towels by the time the sun set again.

That was all I had truly needed to pull through this devastating phase in life. Chapel was the single greatest thing that had ever happened to me. The horse was all I had ever wanted in a partner and then some. He never wavered in his promise, staying by my side with such fanatical loyalty it wasn't long before I was discharged and allowed to leave the tent hospital.

As I let myself be strapped onto Chapel's enormous bike, I couldn't help but smile as the stallion reached down, his fingers trembling when I wrapped my hands around them and pressed his paw into my face. I was ready for a new start at long last, and after all, who better to build a new life with than someone who loved you despite the difficulties you would forever face?

It was all I could do to rest my furry features against Chapel's awesome back as the stallion got on, a soft smile covering my face from ear to ear. I... no... We were ready now, and together, Chapel and I rode off into the night to our glorious, new lives.

***

(Epilogue / 11 years later)

Snow drifted past our window when the first rays of light pierced through the morning frost, dragging me from my peaceful slumber as I fought to remain asleep. When that failed, I simply remained where I lay, caressing with the palm of my hand the broad back of my lover of more than a decade. Bradley was still asleep, his face buried within the hairy canyon separating my hulking pectoral muscles, his fingers clenching the fur of my chest as he snoozed like a stick of warm butter.

It still amazed me what one could achieve when they were determined enough. Bradley seemed the epitome of that statement, for the once ordinary-looking fox now bulged with more muscle in one arm than most people had in their legs. I could not remember the last time I saw a fox who could boast arms that were twenty-two inches around, let alone biceps that split into multiple peaks whenever he flexed. In the years since Bradley began lifting he had packed on so much muscle into his upper body it made me proud to have trained him, and now that he was the face of wheelchair bodybuilding and one of the most sought-after motivation speakers on the planet, I daresay he had surpassed even me when I was confined to a wheelchair.

As gently as I could, I ran a finger down Bradley's back, enjoying the sensations that jolted through my fingers as I traced the firm muscles I had helped build. No wonder the fox gave his speeches shirtless and pumped, the sight of those heaving pectoral muscles a clear indication that being handicapped did not mean you were helpless. I had lived so long with that motto it just melted my heart to know Bradley was doing the same, my fluffy little boyfriend having pushed so many disabled individuals past the fear of removing their shirts and into the gyms so they could get their lives together again.

Not surprisingly, I ended up spending the next two hours gushing over the man who completed me, stroking his hair and coiling it between my fingers so I could spend more time watching him fuss over it in the mirror later today. Bradley had given me so much, and now that I weighed over seven hundred pounds of pure muscle and stood at a tall eight feet at my smallest, it was all I could do to make his life as happy as can be. Although I was still going to play with his hair, watching him trying with all his heart to fix it always thrilled me, especially since he was going to do it all whilst sitting on my lap.

Ah... it still pained me that I could not save his legs. Still it comforted us a lot to know that Gregory von Giovanni, the gangster who had started the mess that led to Bradley's loss, was now facing heaps of unpleasant issues in the city we once called home. It had all started when I decided to pay the panther a visit, not knowing that I was technically invading a sovereign state due to Giovanni's declaration of independence from the rest of the country. Official reports stated that the staff manning the military blockade had simply forgotten to tell me that, although in reality I knew they simply wanted to see me beat Giovanni into an unconscious pulp. The fact they were cheering me on (via loudhailers) as I pounded Giovanni into a hole only cemented that fact. Either way, after I decimated a hundred or so henchmen on my way out Giovanni's control over the ruins had been badly shaken.

Needless to say the military was gaining ground for the first time in years, nothing like a twenty foot muscle-monster to subdue the rebellions twelve-foot chief on international television.

Thankfully, Bradley awoke soon after I wrapped up that thought, allowing me to smother him with my hairy love so I could hear him squeal in delight. As I had hoped, he spent more time on my lap trying to fix his hair when I finally carried him into the bathroom, the sight of our bare chests in the mirror exciting me to no end as I looked forward to spending another day with my furry man.

"You're such a tease," Bradley complained, giving my pecs as hard smack as I flexed them against his head, "Now stop doing that or we might end up spending the whole morning in here!"

"Oh I wouldn't mind," I purred, snuggling him and messing his hair beyond saving, "As long as I get to spend it with you!"

In the end, Bradley simply gave up on his orangey crown, choosing instead to leave as in a complete mess so we wouldn't starve. As per tradition, it was my turn to settle breakfast today, Bradley having done yesterday's dinner, and while I was a little sad at not being able to taste his award winning waffles, I did have something planned out.

Aside from the fact I had built our entire villa by hand, I also kept a few fresh fruits and vegetables in the miniature (by my standards anyway) farmland I maintained outside. Since my muscles had been generating a lot of excess heat to keep Bradley warm for the night (blankets made things too hot, he said), I decided to forgo my usual vest and jeans today, choosing instead to squeeze myself into a pair of tight square trunks that highlighted my enormous cock-bulge for all to see.

Kissing Bradley on the cheek, I left him before the living room television and eased my way out of the house, giggling as I dipped my toes into the layer of snow outside and trudging over to one of the greenhouses. Ah... the watermelons and pumpkins were still fresher and ever, the wonders of small-scale temperature regulating technology, I was going to make a smashing summer pie with these plus the apples I had harvested yesterday, oh Bradley was going to love this!

I was nearly back inside when I heard a van turtling along the road that ran past our estate. It was the mailman again, so I placed my harvest by the door and made my way to our front gates, nearly tripping over myself when I noticed just what had stepped out of that bright yellow delivery vehicle.

Instead of the perpetually drooling, wide-eyed lion who usually brought us our mail, there was a unicorn standing there, one that possessed a body of such immense size and power I almost thought I had begun hallucinating. Despite blinking several times and breathing deeply to clear my head, I could still see those huge muscles practically bursting from his uniform. The buttoned down shirt in particular looked ready to explode, the material down the middle stretched so far apart I could make out everything from the snowy white of his fur to the grizzled, fiery-red body hair covering that amazing chest and those incredible, perfectly sculptured abdominal muscles. There wasn't a jacket or sweater in sight.

But... there was the thing in his crotch, the sheer size of his inhuman package giving everything away as I watched it throbbing and bouncing within the confines of his trousers. It had been a long time since I saw anyone as huge as this equine stud, other than my reflection of course, and when I finally neared it was clear that this monstrous beast was easily my equal in size and muscular development... for now anyway.

"I wouldn't grow any bigger if I were you," rumbled a reverberating, thundering baritone, the unicorn winking at me as he tossed his fiery mane, "We only have two pages left and there's no way we can squeeze a growth duel into the remaining paragraphs."

"Uh... what?" I asked, my left eyebrow rising slightly until I noticed the nametag pinned onto the unicorn's uniform. Sturgis, it seemed, really knew how to make the gym work for him.

"Package for you Monsieur Chapel," Sturgis said cheerfully, a sparkling glow enveloping his horn as he turned his head toward the back of the van, "From a very special organisation."

I could only watch as a tiny little box drifted from the back of the opened van, wrapped in the soft unicorn magic emanating from Sturgis's horn. Almost immediately I felt my heart skipping several beats, my eyes fixated on the box until it landed into my waiting palms.

"Congratulations you lucky bugger you," Sturgis said enviously, pulling out a pad from somewhere so I could sign my name. I did so, although I couldn't guarantee I had spelled my name right, my mind was quite literally on fire, even as I bade Sturgis goodbye did I stumble across the snow and into the villa, breakfast all but forgotten as I pried open the little box in my hand, my breathing grinding to a halt as my eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates.

And there it was, the end of my waiting since contacting the wedding company three months ago, for inside the box were two glistering bands of gold and titanium entwined, crafted by hand and engraved with our names superimposed unto each other. I knew then that each ring would fit our fingers perfectly, one was rather large, and the other was rather small.

One for me, and one for Bradley.

Unable to control myself any longer, I closed the box and leapt toward the living room, crashing before my dosing husband to be and propping the box open before him, a smile curling around my face as I watched him gape at the rings in my hands.

I grinned as Bradley grabbed my arm and pressed his face even closer, his body began to heave, his eyes dilating, pure elation oozing from his fluffy ears so much so that when he finally turned to look at me I knew he had definitely been waiting a long time for this moment.

"Oh god... Chapel," he squeaked, tears welling up in his eyes as he regarded me," Yes... Yes!"