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"Come on Jeff! Push! Push! Get that bar up there you slacker!" A large brown bear shouted, standing behind and spotting a massively built tiger as he struggled to lift the 500 pound bar. He growled and huffed, his chest expanding and stretching out the sleeveless t-shirt with the gym logo on front.

"Get that bar up there you pussy!" The bear shouted right in the large cat's ears. The tiger roared out and pushed his arms up then backwards, setting the bar down with a heavy clank, panting.

"Good job bud. That's a new record for you." The bear chuckled and slapped the broad chest. Jeff groaned as he sat up, taking some deep breaths.

"Yeah, for now. I'll have to get use to that weight if we want to hold on to the championship again." He grumbled and stood, his feet leaving heavy thuds as he stood, nearly seven feet tall, his clothing stretched to outline every single detail of muscle on his thighs and upper body.

"Humph, in my time, 500 pounds was nothing. You still got a lot of catching up to do." The bear chuckled and headed over to the bench, tossing Jeff a sweat towel.

"I know Richie, don't worry. We still got a few months before the Mr. Universal competition." The cat caught the towel and dried off. The bear was someone to be reckoned with in his day. He had won multiple 'Strongest Fur' trophies as well as the covenant "Mr. Universal". But age and a lower disc problem were starting to wear on him, his body starting to settle more into the typical bear shape of having a belly. So he started up his own gym, with its own team to compete in championships.

"Well, you got till next week to be benching 600 or else." Richie chuckled.

"Sure Rich." Jeff rolled his eyes as he took a quick drink from his water bottle.

"Alright, breaks over. Squats." Richie went over to the bar, starting with the warmup weight. Jeff moved over and ducked under the bar, shifting into place so the bar was right on his muscle before the neck, gripping it with his hands and lifting it up, stepping back. Slowly he went down and up, down and up. But it was on the third rep he felt a bit dizzy, blinking and stopping to focus.

"Tired already kitty?" Richie chuckled. Jeff took a few breaths and went again, but struggled to get back up. His whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Rich, somethings...somethings wrong." He growled, trying to get back up, but he lost his grip on the bar, the heavy weight crashing to the ground and tearing into the thick mat as Jeff doubled over onto all fours.

"Jeff! What's wrong?" Richie ran to the tiger's side. He could only growl and dig his claws into the mat, closing his eyes in pain.

"My body! Its like its on fire!" He roared out. Richie jumped back and gaped, watching as the tiger's body seemed to literally be growing. But not in height, in thickness. His muscles were twitching and flexing on their own accord, getting larger and broader by the second. His already tight shirt snapped at the straps over the shoulders as the broadened, his head looking smaller compared to his body. His chest barreled outwards with each breath, creating deep crevices between them as his abs pushed forward into multiple valleys.

His shorts began to rip and tear as his thighs nearly doubled in size, fighting for space with each other as his calves bulged and thickened.

"Holy shit..." Richie stared in disbelief. This cat had at least doubled in body mass right before his very eyes. "Jeff...you're massive."

He didn't listened as he coughed, looking down at the mat. His body felt tight, cramped. It hurt. He coughed again and focused, blinking away the tears as he rubbed his mouth with a thick hand.

"Richie, call 911." He gulped, staring at the blood on his paw.

"Come on collie. You're totally out of shape!" A slim but lithe cheetah smirked, taunting Sero as he dribbled the basketball.

"I am _not_out of shape." Sero growled, hunching over and watching, but already feeling tired as he made a few attempts to snatch the ball. The cheetah smirked though and bounced the ball between Sero's legs, causing his tail to lift up as he went around and grabbed it, doing an easy layup.

"That's game! And the crowd goes wild!" He made a fake cheering noise and ran around in a small circle with his hands in the air. Sero crossed his arms and grumbled, heading over for the water bottles.

"Aw, don't be a spoil sport. You got two baskets this time." The cheetah clasp a hand on his shoulder, chuckling.

"Lucky shots. Basketball isn't my forte." Sero squirted some water into his open maw.

"Are any sports your forte?" The cheetah drank his own power drink. Sero was about to answer when the sound of a pager went off. The two simultaneously checked their small devices.

"Not me. Room 105 patient for you bud." Sero chuckled and slapped the cheetah's back.

"Ugh. I was hoping to go a week without one." He sighed, grabbing his stuff and heading in.

"So what's the case?" The cheetah asked a German Shepard nurse as she handed him a folder, interrupting him as he was adjusting his sports pin.

"Male. Six foot five. Was 232 pounds, now 420. Body builder. Was with his trainer when he suddenly fell forward and started to increase in muscle mass. Already did a physical examine and background check. All clean. Claims no substance abuse." She readjusted her glasses, never once looking at him.

"Thanks Shelly. Thorough as always." The cheetah stopped at the door and knocked before entering.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Christopher Thomas. What seems to be the prob-" He stopped and stared at the enormous tiger sitting on the patient table, the furniture bending under his weight as his clothing looked to be four times the size meant for a normal fur. A bear sat in the corner, his frown apparent.

"I know, I'm a freak." The tiger rumbled deeply, his ears flattening.

"No! Its not that! You're Jeffery Rodgerston! One of the world's strongest furs! You have twelve championships under your belt and going for Mr. Universal!" Dr. Thomas was practically drooling. Shelly rolled her eyes and groaned.

"We're not here for autographs. We want to know why my star contender suddenly doubled in size." The bear stared icily. Jeff, however, was blushing.

"Right, sorry. So you were training and suddenly grew, then coughed up blood." Chris cleared his throat and looked over the information.

"My whole body ached, too. Not as much as it does now, but it was unbearable when it happened." Jeff rubbed his forearms a bit, the shirt straining.

"Hm, I see. Shelly here will just get some blood for the lab and I'll look into getting you a room." Dr. Thomas made a few more notes and headed out as Shelly snapped on some rubber gloves, staring coldly.

"This may pinch a little."

Dr. Thomas whistled as he went down the elevator one level, the doors opening up to reveal a floor with wider than normal hallways. Nurses and other attendants moved about assisting other larger than normal furs, muscles bulging at every corner of their bodies. Other furs who weren't muscle driven were being assisted and helped with walking and retraining recently operated limbs or prosthetic ones. He continued his tune till he got to the check-in desk.

"I need a room for a new patient. Little more seclusive to the rest of the residents for personal reasons." He leaned against the counter and smiled at the badger nurse as she typed and clicked on the computer.

"I have a single room away from the rehabilitation center. Just one neighbor. Sound good?" She looked up.

"Sounds perfect my dear." He smiled. "Give Shelly a call in room 105 to tell her the number." He patted the counter top, deciding to do his rounds real quick.

"Mr. Patterson, lookin good! Avery! You look almost like your old self again!" He pointed or patted different furs as he walked by. He turned and entered one room, pulling out his baseball topped pen and twirling it in his fingers.

"How are we doing today Mr. Hart?" He lifted up the chart at the end of the bed as an old deer looked up from his book.

"Well, I did a lot of thinking; and reflection. And I just want to apologize for what I said before and just say thank you." He gently rubbed his thigh. Dr. Thomas forced a bit of a smile, looking down at the sheets where only one leg could be fully seen outlined in the covers.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have done anything - "

"Don't be sorry son. I'm alive. That's all that matters. I still have some grand kids to watch over." He smiled. Dr. Thomas nodded.

"We'll get you fitted for an artificial leg and get you use to walking on it." He made a few more notes on the chart and placed it back on the end of the bed and headed out. The old deer had thrown a fit when he was diagnosed with a larger cancerous tumor in his leg, the only option to save his life was amputation. His wife finally talked him into it after a long shouting match, but the near death experience seemed to have changed his life.

It was as he was heading into the next room his pager went off.

Dr. Thomas quickly threw open the door to the room.

"What happened?" He said over the shouts and cries from the tiger in the bed. Nurses we're already around him. Shelly was just injecting pain killer into his IV.

"Oh God! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop!" Jeff roared.

"Do something!" Richie shouted as the tiger was once again starting to bulk up.

"Shelly, sedate him. Kit, give him twenty milligrams of growth inhibitor. We can't have him getting any larger." The cheetah pointed to a cream furred cat as she nodded, quickly pulling a syringe from a drawer and injecting it into the tiger's enormous chest. Slowly, Jeff began to calm down, losing consciousness as the muscles stopped their growth.

"What happened?" Dr. Thomas asked, checking the vitals.

"We just finished moving him her. Shelly and I were helping him into the bed, when he felt dizzy again. Next thing we knew, he started growing and screaming in pain." Kit quickly replied.

"Did he do anything before getting here?"

"Just a glass of water." Shelly answered, hooking up the last of the monitors. Dr. Thomas thought to himself, looking at the IV. With the growth inhibitor in him, he wouldn't be able to tell if the water was affecting him now. And he couldn't let him grow any further, he already looked like he weighed half a tone already, his head practically being surrounded by his shoulder and back muscles.

"Shelly, we're going to need a MRI scan. Kit, run the blood to the lab to be tested for toxins and steroids. Also, test to see how thin his blood is due to the water."

"He already told your assistant doesn't take steroids! I can vouch for him on that!" The bear growled and stood up, pushing his chest against the doctor.

"I never said he was wrong. He could be taking them unconsciously. I_am_a S.M.E. Doctor. I know what I am doing."

"A S.M. what?"

"A Sudden Muscle Expansion Doctor. I specialize in these cases. Now, if you have a problem with that, you can gladly leave." The cheetah crossed his arms and glared up. The bear sneered and sat back in the chair, crossing his own arms and looking out the window. A moan drew both their attention to the tiger.

"Jeff? Can you hear me?" Dr. Thomas moved over to his bedside, surprise at how short the sedative lasted.

"Like I'm in a trash compactor being squeezed." he groaned, his voice deep and rumbling as he blinked, trying to focus his eyes.

"I'm taking you for a MRI soon, we might find something going on inside your body. I'll keep you on the pain medicine to dull the ache at least."

"Thanks doc." He said lowly, drifting back to sleep.

After grabbing a muffin and a coffee, the cheetah headed towards the lab, passing by the Research Laboratory. The lab was made to mull over new cases never seen before or to revisit old ones to see what went wrong, and perhaps discover a cure now. Dr. Thomas had worked inside there a few times himself, but seeing a familiar blue collie sitting there now was nothing new. Sero seemed to spend any extra time he had in the lab, looking over past cases.

"Busy again eh?" He chuckled as he pushed the glass door open, Sero looking up and grabbing his glasses to see.

"Ah Chris, didn't expect you down here." He smiled. "You know me, I just can't get away from this place. So what's up?"

"Eh, the usual. Patient looking more and more like an over inflated balloon of muscle. I'm just hoping he won't explode through his skin." The cheetah sighed and sipped his drink. "What're you looking at now?"

"Oh this? Just another macro infection."

"The Jenny case?"

"No, no. An older one."

"Mind if I take a look?"

Sero seemed hesitant at first, but he moved aside, letting Chris slip in to view. He watched at what seemed to be viruses attaching themselves to cells and doing the normal routine of injecting their RNA, but instead of taking control of the cell to reproduce more viruses and explode out, it changed shape and color, continually with a normal cell cycle, but faster and larger.

"Whoa. What is that? Some kind of cancer spreading virus?" Chris stood up and rubbed his eyes.

"You could say that. Its a mutation, but at the same time, it also causes macroism." Sero explained.

"Have you told Dr. Wilson about this?" Chris took a bite out of his muffin.

"I have. He was working on the case with me when I had the patient. We're still stumped."

"What happened to them?"

"She lies in seclusion from the city."

"How big?"

Silence followed a bit as Sero seemed to stare off into the distance.

"Not sure really. Pretty big." He finally stood and stretched, turning off the microscope. "Well, that's enough for today. You're making me hungry."

"The chocolate chip ones looked good today in the cafeteria." Chris finished his own muffin and crumbled the paper, easily shooting it into the trash can. "Nothing but net."

"Yeah, yeah. you still owe me a rematch." Sero grumbled.

As he was finishing his coffee, Chris decided to stop by the lab to see if they had found anything yet. The usuals were there; Becky by the fridge taking stock and Wilt going over samples.

"How's it going Lab cadets?" He spoke loudly, startling both as they looked up.

"Oh, Dr. Thomas! We weren't expecting you so soon. Dr. Mandrel is going over the results right now." Wilt took a breath, readjusting his lab coat. Becky shook her head and went back to the fridge.

"Huh, so the bat finally got out of bed eh?" The cheetah smirked, knowing about the Lab lead's chronic absences. He proceeded to the back of the lab, knocking on his door.

"Come in." A muffled reply answered. Dr. Thomas opened, only to be blasted with the heavy scent of smoke. He held back a cough, entering.

The walls of the room were littered with graphs and charts, notes and formulas. Boxes were stacked against the wall and on top of each other, overflowing with papers. Bookshelves were overstuffed with books and other items, actually causing the sides to push outwards. But what really always unnerved furs was how the fruit bat's desk was set up. It was actually nailed to the ceiling; computer and all, with a bar where the seat should be. There, Dr. Chris Mandrel hung and typed.

"Have you been smoking in here again?" The cheetah coughed and waved his hand before his muzzle.

"Course not. Against hospital code." He gave a toothy grin, his round glasses flashing in the light as he turned and looked at the doctor. The ashtray with the recently used cigarette butts said otherwise. "Here about your patient?"

"Yes. Find any steroids?" The cheetah sighed, almost coughing as he inhaled.

"None."

"None?"

"Echo."

Dr. Thomas stared, confused. The bat rolled his eyes.

"I found nothing. Nothing to show steroids, no toxins." He turned back to his computer, typing.

"That's impossible! There has to be something! You screen his DNA? Check for anything foreign? Anything?"

"You didn't let me finish." Dr. Mandrel pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. The cheetah slapped his forehead.

"Then what?"

"Don't know for sure really. It popped up on the results. I tried to isolate it, and the damn thing disintegrated in the centrifuge." He took a long draw and exhaled from the corner of his mouth, typing again.

"Well, have you tried anything else?"

"Do I look like I type for my health? It's research. I need more time." The bat shot him a glare from the corner of his eye.

"Fine, fine. Just let me know as soon as possible." Dr. Thomas groaned and rubbed a hand through his hair as he walked out. He needed a shower.

An hour passed before the cheetah made his way to the MRI room. Shelly would be bringing Jeff over awhile and setting him up.

He entered the double doors, giving a shiver from the drop in temperature. Jeff was already lying on the table, his hulkish form taking up the whole thing.

"How do you feel Jeff?"

"Tight, its hard to breathe." He wheezed out. Chris patted him on the leg. It felt like he was hitting a rock.

"Don't worry, we'll get you fixed up."

He entered the monitor room where Shelly sat, ready to go.

"Don't move." She commanded over the intercom as the machine whirled to life, slowly moving Jeff under the scanner. Both sat back in their chairs and waited.

"You do realize the increase of lung cancer by smoking correct?" Shelly perked a brow as she glanced over at the cheetah. Chris groaned.

"I don't smoke. It was Dr. Mandrel. His office reeks of it."

"Second hand is just as bad."

"Please don't remind me." He rubbed a temple.

"Looks like even the muscles in his head are bulking up." Shelly looked at the current image on the computer screen.

"It doesn't make sense to me." Chris pondered aloud. Shelly didn't say anything nor gave a hint of interest. Chris sighed and continued on regardless.

"Usually with a muscle expansion, a large amount of testosterone is pumped into the body. Which usually results in a swelling of the genitals for males. But from the look of that gown, it must be his original size still." He stroked his chin.

"I think he has more to worry about than a small penis." Shelly pointed to the screen as it showed Jeff's chest and stomach. It revealed his bones being bent slowly different ways, or starting to just simply be crushed under the increase muscle mass.

"He's collapsing in on himself. And if the muscles on his head are expanding, that could even mean the ones around his organs as well." Chris stared in disbelief.

"Looks like one more growth and he'll be crushed from the inside." Shelly concluded.

"I didn't know you smoked." Kit asked as she and Dr. Thomas walked down the street.

"I don't. I was in Doctor...never mind." Chris groaned. Despite changing into gym clothes, the smell was still on his fur.

"But smoking is illegal in the hospital." She headtilted.

"I know." He shook his head, cursing that bat under his breath as he readjusted his backpack.

"So where are we going again?" She asked, going into a half-skip pace.

"Hercules Gym. I want to see if we can get a sample of the water from the fountains or a bathroom sink." They turned a corner, the gym coming into view. A massive wolf holding a barbell with weights so heavy that it bent, stood over the entrance.

"Why do you suspect here and not his home?" The cat asked as she looked up at the massive wolf.

"He spends six hours a day here. Plus, the incident did occur while he worked out." He pushed open the door. Heat and the odor of sweat quickly filled their nostrils as the clanking and thuds of weights hammered their ears.

They were in a large lobby, two sets of double doors, both having one door propped open for air circulation, were on either side of a receptionist desk. There, a large panther who looked cramped working behind a 'small' desk, looked up.

"Can I help you two?"

"Uh yes. We're here to join." Chris smiled, getting his wallet out. He stopped abruptly as the panther began to laugh.

"You two? Sorry, you don't meet the requirements."

"Wait, requirements? It's not like other gyms?" Chris could feel his plan falling apart. The panther pointed to a barbell on the far wall, a sign over the top with big red letters saying, "400lb Dead lift".

"If you can lift that, you're in."

"What kind of gym is this?" Chris growled.

"A competitor's gym. We have a reputation to keep here. Only the strong enter, and only the strong leave." The panther thumbed over to a large cabinet filled with trophies. "See that there? Everything member's of this gym has won in competitions. Even up to the Mr. Universal, which Jeff will usurp Richie for."

"What? Don't you just get another trophy?" Kit spoke up. Chris shook his head.

"The Mr. Universal trophy is held by one fur till the next competition, in which he defends the trophy. If he loses, he passes it on to the victor at the ceremony."

"Yeah, and Richie really let himself go this year. Since he knew he was already out, he's been training Jeff nonstop." The panther spoke proudly, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest.

"Yes, well, mind if I at least get a drink? It's really hot outside." Chris gave a fake wipe across his brow.

"Sorry, water fountains are inside. Members only."

"Well, at least a bathroom?"

The panther shook his head. Chris clenched a fist and turned, walking out as Kit followed, looking confused.

"Well, now what?" She asked as they stopped in front of an alley. The cheetah peered down the side of the gym, seeing a 'Personnel Only' door.

"Kit, time to do some real investigating." He looked up and down this street.

"Gotcha Dr. Thomas. Watcha want me to do?"

"Take this vial and see if you can locate a water tank or something. Get me a sample." He gently slipped her a test tube once the coast was clear and stood in the middle of the alley as she nodded, slipping off.

Ten minutes elapsed, the cheetah looking at his watch every so often and muttering to himself as other furs passed about. His excuse was he was waiting for a ride that was to pick him up, but they were late. He couldn't help but feel nervous though. What if she was caught? Did she get lost? No, no. He knew kit from long ago. She could take care of herself and wasn't an amateur.

He was lost so long in thought he nearly jumped out of his skin when a tap came on his shoulder.

"All done!" Kit beamed merrily as Chris grabbed his chest.

"Good, lets get back to the hospital."

"Find anything?" The cheetah waited at the edge of the door of Dr. Mandrel's office.

"Yep."

Silence followed.

"Well?" Chris growled. The bat sighed.

"No one here is ever specific. Yes, I found out what was in it."

"Which is...?"

"Water."

Dr. Thomas sighed and slumped his head. "Only water?"

"I didn't say that."

"Chris banged the back of his head against the wall. Dr. Mandrel quickly dropped from the ceiling, landing on his feet and dropping the cigarette in the ashtray after one more inhale.

"Follow me."

They went back into the lab, the bat pulling out a recent dish and putting it under the microscope.

"Now, if you look closely, you'll see small yellow orbs floating around in there." Dr. Mandrel moved aside to let the cheetah in to see. "And when we add a piece of muscle tissue..." He proceeded to do so, dropping a tiny piece into the dish. Dr. Thomas watched as the tissue was quickly surrounded by the yellow orbs before it absorbed them, then continued to absorb the water around it, bloating larger.

"So, whatever it is, its just making his muscles retain water. A simple dosage of Hydrochlorothiaze should expel that water." Dr. Thomas stepped back. The bat, however, was staring off into space before giving a quick jolt, snapping back into reality.

"Hm? Ah, yes, perhaps. As when the yellow orbs are dehydrated, they simply fall apart. But..."

"But...?"

"The blood sample you gave me had a lot of those orbs in it. Fresh ones. Your patient is still getting supplied."

"But that's impossible! It's just been hospital water! Someone would-" Dr. Thomas' face dropped as the sudden realization came over him.

"Oh my God."

Dr. Thomas quickly marched down the hall to Jeff's room followed by two police officers beside him as he threw open the door. Richie jumped up from his seat, surprised.

"What's going on?"

"You're being placed under arrest." Chris growled.

"Arrest? For what? I haven't done anything!" The bear shouted, standing up fully. Despite the slight stomach, he still looked strong.

"We found the muscle enhancers in his blood. They come from you're gym. You're been pumping your own members up with that stuff whenever they drink from your water fountains. As for Jeff, he posed a threat to you for your title, so you started sneaking in higher concentration shots to make him unable to compete while you take a normal dose and suddenly become in shape to win."

Richie stood, staring in disbelief.

"That's all talk. There's no evidence."

"Oh yeah? I bet you have a vial on you this instant." Chris stepped forward, reaching for the bears pocket.

"Back off!" Richie growled, swiping the arm away. The two cops stepped forward.

"Sir, you are under arrest for-" The one officer didn't get to finish as Richie quickly punched him across the side of his head, a second swing clocking the other as they both fell to the floor. Chris tried to stop him, but the bear proved too much of a match and easily shoved the cheetah into the wall, running out the door.

"Someone! Stop him!" Chris stood, rubbing the back of his head as he raced out the door. Everyone in the hall looked confused, unable to react quick enough as Richie headed for the exit. It was as he turned to look back to see if he was in the clear that he missed the forearm quickly jutting out from the corner, clotheslining him as he flipped backwards, landing on the floor hard as his head snapped back and cracked against it.

Chris and the two cops came running up as Serophous stepped out from the corner.

"I always wanted to do that." He chuckled, then winced as he grabbed his forearm. "Now if you excuse me, I think I just broke my arm against his chin."

"Hm, interesting. So some kind of modified protein that helps a muscle retain water to bulk up? Richie must've had an extensive chemistry background." Sero readied himself as Chris dribbled the ball.

"Apparently. Luckily we just need to dehydrate Jeff and keep him on the HCTZ. He'll be back to normal in no time, though I doubt as big as he once was." The cheetah prepared himself.

"Probably a lot of members aren't as strong as they thought they were without that protein. Oh well." Sero took a swipe at the ball with his good hand, but Chris brought it up under his armpit and sighed.

"You know, this isn't right with your arm in a sling. It's an unfair handicap."

"Bah, you're just afraid. I'll make you a deal. Next shot wins, and whoever makes it the loser has to fill out the others evaluation forms for their department." Sero smirked. Chris shrugged.

"Alright. You asked for it." The cheetah started to dribbled again, sprinting around the collie's injured arm. It was sudden and unexpected, the look of shock on Chris's face as the arm shot out, snagging the ball and running down the other end of the court, the collie doing an easy layup for the win.

"You cheated!" Chris growled accusingly.

"Did not. You just assumed. But have a fun weekend!" Sero laughed, grabbing his towel. "Oh, by the way, you really should give up smoking."