The Tiger and the Taxi
Randall's just finished his shift and is heading home when he sees a tiger waiting for a taxi. But something peculiar happens as he walks by, and it involves the tiger getting massive!
This story's based on one of those shindan maker thingies. I forgot which one it was exactly so I can't link it but it generated short descriptions of anthros getting muscular and stuck. Yup yup I liked that very much so I wrote a short involving just that! Enjoy! ^_^
"Yo, Johnny! Yup, shift ended. I'm heading to my car right now. See you in a bit!" Randall ended the call, twirling his phone in the air a few times before stuffing it in his pocket. The sidewalks were empty. They usually were at this time of night. The mouse had the closing shift at the restaurant, which meant he left work close to midnight.
The small restaurant resided along the street, sandwiched between beauty salons, electronic stores, places for eye wear and optometrists, and other eateries. Unfortunately this meant the parking lot was at the end of the block. His sore paws ached with each step, a result of being on his feet for several hours with little rest. He didn't mind though. A job was a job, which meant money, which meant food and housing.
The warm summer breeze pleasantly wrapped around his body like a blanket. It made the walk to the car bearable, at least. Aside from the occasional car that drove by, the only sound he could hear were of his feet scraping along the concrete. One benefit to working late was that the sidewalk emptied after dinner time rush. Stores closed and this part of town didn't have the bars or clubs that attracted a late night crowd. So at least he didn't have to worry about walking around other people.
He did see one other person on the sidewalk. A tall tiger in a dress shirt. He didn't have a tie on, or a jacket for that matter. He looked decent enough to pass a business casual required event, though the mouse couldn't really tell if that's where the feline had been. The feline didn't seem drunk, just impatient, shifting his weight between each foot while looking down both side of the street.
Randall wondered what someone like him was doing at a time like this. He didn't linger on the thought, though. Everyone's got their own stories, whether simple, complicated, or coincidental. He just kept walking. A flash of light got his attention. A yellow car came into view, approaching from the nearest lane. He saw the tiger looking at the vehicle as well, soon waving his paw above his head in its direction.
As the car got closer, Randall saw that the car was actually a taxi, which he assumed the tiger called for earlier. Speaking of, he was just a few meters from the feline now, and he was able to get a better look at him. He looked to be about his age or at least around the mid twenties. Randall could see through his dress shirt that the tiger must be a regular gym goer. Tigers have natural muscular build, but this one came with thicker arms and broader shoulders than the ones he'd seen. He wouldn't be surprised if the feline had been an athlete in high school and college.
Randall turned his gaze away from the tiger. One, because there wasn't anything to look at anymore. Two, so he wouldn't get caught staring. The former reason was true for about five seconds. A sharp sound caught his ear. Instinctively, he turned to his right, towards the source. The tiger stood in his line of view, as the taxi rolled in front of him. Was that coming from the tiger? Randall heard the sound again. It appeared so, but what was creating it? It actually sounded like a stitch popping.
The mouse stopped walking, his curiosity piqued. The muscular feline hadn't reacted to the noises at all, somehow missing the sounds emanating from his own body. The taxi stopped and the tiger went up to the passenger side window. Randall got his phone out, pretending to send a text so that it wasn't obvious he was lingering to look at the tiger. Meanwhile, the striped feline stooped down to talk to the driver. He was asking about rates and the estimated time to his destination. But the rest of the words drowned out as Randall's focus shifted to the tiger's back.
Randall had noticed the guy's musculature before, but had he looked that big from the distance? His dress shirt were pressed tight against his body, and he could see the mounds and curves that made up his back muscles. Whoa, maybe the tiger was a more accomplished weightlifter than he thought. He heard more sounds of threads being pulled out. Randall's jaw dropped.
The tiger's shirt was ripping apart. His eyes weren't playing tricks on him. He could make out a tear forming along shoulders. His back pushed out, slowly becoming exposed to the air. Before, Randall could see both the tiger and the ram who drove the taxi. But right now, tiger was covering the view of the driver, and he hadn't moved since he started talking!
Looking down, the tiger's legs were growing thicker by the second. The upper and lower portions of his pants were stretched tight, bulging from what had to be his thighs and calves ballooning with mass. He could see orange fur poking out the sides, where the seams were torn. The tiger widened his stance as he continued talking to the driver. How did neither of them not notice what was going on? He was sure that hulking out of one's clothes was not an everyday -heck, even a once in a lifetime- occurrence. Yet, the two kept talking like they didn't notice the tiger's massive, growing body.
The tiger, having gotten a satisfying answer to his question, backed up and walked towards the back of the car. Randall kept the phone on, fake-tapping various buttons on his screen as he caught a peek of the tiger's frontside. Jeez, half of his shirt was open, the top buttons missing. Randall couldn't believe what was pulling the shirt apart.
The tiger's enormous chest was a real attention getter. There were no way those massive mounds could exist. His shirt had no way of containing that chest. After all, he didn't really know anyone who could successfully stuff beachballs into their clothes. A decent sized pec shelf covered his stomach, which was slowly exposed as the bottom buttons of his shirt burst off.
The tiger reached for the door handle. Jeez, he was getting taller too! His head was high enough to easily overlook the roof of the car. As the feline pulled open the door, Randall could see the tiger's swelling right arm, tearing through his sleeve. Any movement seemed to make the arm bulge and thicken. His upper arm broke free of its clothing restraints and the mouse got a unrestricted view of the powerful muscles that made up his biceps and triceps. Bulging with mass, his arm looked strong to punch through a brick wall. Randall was sure he could easily use one as a pillow
Randall watched the tiger get in the car. Or at least tried to. The tiger tried sliding into the back seat, but his broadened body couldn't make it through the opening. He couldn't blame him, though, the tiger did just stretch like someone used Photoshop on him. The tiger grunted, then exhaled in an effort to slim down his thick stomach. The driver didn't even look back, unaware that his customer couldn't fit in his car.
The tiger grunted again. This time he was trying tugging at the door with his oversized paws. Randall could see the veins in his arms as he pulled hard. Apparently he was trying to get out, but his growing bulk got him stuck between the seat and the door frame.
"A little help?"
It took a few seconds before the mouse realized the tiger was talking to him. He hesitated for a second then approached the stuck feline. He put away his phone as the tiger held up a paw, which Randall took with both of his. Randall couldn't help but notice how much the tiger's paw dwarfed his. So the rat focused on pulling the tiger, leaning back to use his whole body while the tiger pulled with his arm. He felt the tension suddenly release and found himself falling back.
Randall blinked. Then he blinked twice. Recovering from his brief daze, the mouse realized two thick, striped mountains were just inches away from his face. He could feel his cheeks flush as those enormous pecs retreated. The tiger got up to his feet, offering Randall a hand. He took it and instantly found himself standing again.
"Thanks," he said before turning around, "I'll just walk, sorry. There's a nighttime bus here, right?" he asked the taxi driver.
The ram merely nodded, unaffected by what had just transpired. He just shifted the gears and drove away.
The tiger's clothes were a mess. His shirt had no buttons, tears along the upper back and shoulder area, and sleeves that were barely attached. His pants did nothing to cover his barrel-sized thighs or his immense calves. Yet the tiger was unfazed by any of it. He merely walked down the street, massive feet moving unabated by the extra girth he had tacked on.
Randall watched him walk away for about a minute, then immediately got on his phone and dialed.
"Johnny, you would not believe what just happened..."