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The gym began life as a warehouse and still retained the open floor plan of the original building. A suspended track circled the entire complex while skylights provided plenty of natural light to each of the major sections: free weights, the largest area taking up the central section beyond the check-in desk; locker rooms taking up the corners on either side of the desks; weight machines in a third corner; and in the fourth, a cluster of saunas and hot tubs each sequestered to an individual room. Some of the saunas and hot tubs could be reserved, but most were available to members at any time. A back hallway connected the locker rooms directly, but they could also be accessed through the free weights room.

The gym attracted plenty of business and featured a host of personal trainers. Overseeing the entire operation, Atari often surveyed the gym as though it were his own personal empire. A spiral staircase in the center of the circular check-in desk near the entrance led to an upstairs office. Sparsely decorated and featuring some of the same artwork and motivational posters sprinkled around the rest of the gym, Atari's office featured little more than a desk and computer. The desk was large, wooden, and sturdy, big enough to accommodate the large white tiger when he needed to get through the paperwork. The office was often unoccupied, as the gym was only one of Atari's interests, though he tended to spend more time there during the winter months.

It was a late Tuesday evening. The gym closed at midnight and Atari often enjoyed getting in his own personal workouts during the long winter nights in solitude on those rare nights the gym was empty, as it was now. Owning the place meant his choice in music piped through the speakers; tonight featured a selection of grungy rock and roll played through the tiger's personal music player.

The big male grunted as he lay on his back, arms straining upwards, trembling ever so slightly as his fingers wrapped around the metal bar. Huge weights hung off the ends, enough to bow the bar downwards. The tiger's chest swelled as he huffed, slowly lowering the weight to touch the damp jersey stretching across his torso, before his swollen arms shoved upwards, grinding the weights back for a full rep. Thighs straining, hard belly taut, the white tiger's muscular figure pumped out a full ten reps of the heavy weights. The tiger's hips shifted occasionally. His black gym shorts draped over his crotch, outlining a very impressive bulge, along with demonstrating how swole the feline could get in the middle of his lifts: with each rep, the shorts pulled tight around his huge thighs, revealing every dimple and stretch in his hammies. When the bar clanked into place on the rack after the tenth rep of his third series, he dropped his arms to his sides and sat up, exhaling with exertion.

He reached for a towel as his breath came hard and fast. His body burned with exhaustion, a pleasant feeling. The tiger licked his black lips and wiped his face with the towel, wicking away the moisture beading on his eyebrows. His broad muzzle opened slightly as he panted hard, leaning over, recovering from the intense lifting. The built feline's arms curled back, behind him, and grasped his jersey, pulling it over his head. He tossed the damp garment towards the towel bin and stretched, letting his rippling muscles reach outwards. Though one side of the room was covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the male didn't bother looking - he knew he was big already. There was no need to confirm the fact visually, not when his whole body felt like a giant, coiled spring, full of vigor and power.

A bell dinged, echoing through the open door of the free weights room. Atari sighed and glanced upwards, looking out the skylights towards the stars for a moment, before lurching to his feet and padding barefoot towards the check-in desk. He'd given the trainer assigned to the desk the night off an hour previously and put out the "Ring for Service" bell.

The tiger ducked slightly to get under the door and emerged, clad only in his black trunks. His eyes settled immediately on the slim fox waiting at the counter. The smaller male wore a light blue t-shirt with the logo of some band or another on the front and a pair of black jeans cut tight to hug his rump and legs.

"Help you?" Atari asked, stepping in behind the counter. He ignored the fox's gaze. The male's eyes were wide as he lifted his head to look up at the huge tiger who stood a good foot and a half taller than him.

"I saw the sign outside... you're hiring?" the red-furred fox said.

Atari nodded and leaned forward on the counter, staring down the bridge of his wide, short muzzle at the fox.

"Yeah. Need a towel boy for the nights. Evenings up to closing. Wiping down the equipment, putting out fresh towels, that sort of thing. Schedule is flexible," the tiger said. "Let's see... you get free gym membership, of course, and the pay is okay."

"Sounds like a pretty good job," the fox said. "Can I apply?"

The tiger reached under the counter with a large paw and pulled out a piece of paper. "Fill this out, ring the bell when you're done," he said, sliding the form over the counter to the fox.

The red-furred male grabbed a pen from the counter and wrote in his name. Atari headed upstairs and filled out a few checks to pay the bills while he waited. Eventually the bell rang and the tiger headed back down.

"All finished?" he asked. He took the paper from the fox and scanned it, reading the vital details. "Okay, Red," he said, assigning the fox a nickname rather than using his given. "I'll give you a tour. You can ask questions. If it sounds good, the job will be yours."

The fox smiled. "Great!"

"This way."

The tour was short and to the point. It ended back at the circulation desk, where Atari leaned on the counter again as he addressed the prospective employee.

"If you want the job, you can start tonight," he said, trying to control his long and large tail as it swept the floor behind him. He knew it wouldn't do to get too excited over the new employee just yet, after all. "I'm gonna finish my workout with the free weights. You can collect towels and put out fresh ones in places I showed you earlier."

"No problem."

Atari watched the fox bustle off and licked his lips. The bulge in the front of his shorts twitched as he picked up the completed application form from the counter, glanced at it, smirked, and then fed it into the shredder under the counter.

Arm curls were up next. The big male sat on a bench in front of a mirror, grunting as he pushed himself, holding huge weights in each paw alternating lifts, forcing his biceps to bulge with an almost obscene amount of muscle. Then were squats, all unaccompanied, then crunches and pushups. A few pull-ups, then more free weights. The tiger ended his routine where he began, benching a serious amount of weight.

Atari scented the fox entering the weight room before he saw him. Smirk barely contained, the huge tiger let out an especially loud grunt, ensuring he'd catch the smaller male's attention. Catch it he did, because on a quick glance to the side, Atari saw the fox staring dumbfounded at the tiger's swollen body: massive arms, barrel chest, thick and hard belly, tree-trunk legs. Crowning it all, a package as thick around flaccid as the fox's leg, clearly outlined by the draped black shorts. Every motion made the huge sheath jiggle tantalizingly.

The fox was aroused. There was no hiding it, not from Atari's sensitive nostrils. Racking the weights after his last rep, the tiger sat up and turned towards the fox, legs spread, heavy balls stretching downwards through the fabric outlining each fat orb. Not only that, but Atari knew by now his own musky scent had spread through the whole building. He tended to build up quite the masculine stench when he worked out for an extended period of time, so much so that the fans circulating air through the building could never quite keep up with him, but he'd never gotten any complaints over it. The fox certainly wasn't. He stepped forward as though entranced, eyes locked on the feline's beefy figure.

"Like what you see?" Atari asked, rolling his arms up and showing off his stacked biceps. His shelf-like pecs hovered above his slightly round belly, though a full twelve-pack was visible through the ridges of white and black fur coating it.

The fox only nodded and stepped closer. Atari could see the smaller male's erection throbbing furiously in his shorts and grinned. He stood and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down over his thighs in one fluid motion, revealing a full, white-furred sheath and a pair of heavy orbs that hung well over his massive thighs. The tip of his black shaft peeked through the white fuzz, still soft, but as big around as the fox's neck.

Atari crooked a finger, beckoning the fox closer, then turned his finger downwards, pointing towards his oversized masculinity.

The fox approached, dumbstruck, tail wagging furiously, cock harder than he could remember in his shorts. He dropped to his knees in front of the godlike tiger, breathing hard as the waves of musk hit him, infiltrating his nostrils. He moaned, unable to stop himself, and reached out with both paws to caress the smooth white fur coating the muscular feline's huge sheath.

The tiger rumbled softly, barely in hearing volume, though the fox's ears twitched at the deep bass rumble. A few more inches of solid black tiger meat pushed free into the fox's waiting paws and Atari rumbled a little louder as soft, fuzzy fingers caressed his slowly growing maleness.

The fox's hands glided slowly over the stretching black flesh, urging it to grow and harden. Fingertips explored every inch, teasing under the broad crown, tickling up and down the hugely swollen urethra, down to the base where it extended from the stretched white sheath, drooping over of its own weight. The smaller male's nostrils twitched as he inhaled the tiger's musky scent, stronger now than before, even, as the big male's lust grew. Soon Atari's cock flexed upwards, half-hard, swollen to immense size. Never one to pass on showing off, Atari reached down and grasped his erection, pulling it upwards to lay over his hard gut and between his thick pecs. The tip reached to his collarbone and the fox moaned with undisguised lust. Red paws groped at the huge tiger's swollen balls before Atari let his cock go, allowing it to swing down and drop over the fox's vulpine head with a thud. A blob of fresh, clear pre-cum splattered down the fox's backside, staining his blue shirt.

Atari's rumbles of pleasure increased in volume again as the fox's arms got to work, wrapping around the huge length, stroking and squeezing from base to tip. His small tongue flicked over the sensitive head, teasing the tip, lapping at the clear pre-cum steadily oozing free and dripping out with every flexing pulse of the tiger's pleasure. Atari grunted as his cock swelled larger, though it remained fairly soft and easy to bend despite its thickness. The fox didn't seem to care or even notice, mostly because the tiger's cock was already so huge it blocked most of the male's sight already.

A huge white paw reached down and circled the fox's skull, pushing the smaller male into the base of the tiger's huge sheath. A growl of lust echoed through the weight room, above the noise of the music, as Atari's tail twitched more rapidly behind him. His balls swelled, draping lower, past his knees, dramatically increasing in size. The white fur coating them splayed in all directions as his nuts ballooned rapidly to twice, than triple their original size.

The fox's muffled moans broke out into the open air as Atari's paw dragged his face across his length. The tiger held the smaller male's face near his tip and grasped his huge shaft with his other paw. The fox's eyes went wide as he finally realized just how big the tiger had grown in the past few minutes. A wet spot rapidly expanded in the front of his shorts as he came, unable to resist the intense musk's effects on him. The swollen tip pressed forward, splurting clear pre-cum over his nose and the bridge of his muzzle. He had to close his eyes, reluctantly, as the tip smeared more thick pre into his cheeks.

The fingers around the back of the fox's head suddenly went tight. Atari stiffened and grunted as his cock lurched forward, almost of its own accord, though the big male's hips swiftly followed suit. The tip stretched wide around the fox's muzzle, then his face, swallowing the smaller male's head in a matter of moments.

Atari looked down, breathing hard. His muscles burned as his churning balls slowed their growth, sensing a meal was at hand. His immense black shaft twitched, tugging the fox deeper. The small male's ears tickled as they fluttered inside his shaft, but the male wasn't resisting. They never did, not after getting a dose of the tiger's powerful musk.

Atari leaned forward, paws sliding lower, grasping the fox's shoulders. He quickly pushed his hips down, grinding his shaft down the red-furred male's neck. He let out a growl, a long and low noise of intense pleasure, as his huge black python flexed several times, eventually working around the male's shoulders.

With his arms pinned to his side and his upper body already trapped deep in the tiger's oversized cock, the fox didn't have any way to escape now. The tiger licked his lips as he leaned back, both paws stroking his length. The huge shaft flipped upwards, making the fox's legs fly into the air. The smaller male kicked and wriggled as the tiger's hungry, rumbling cock pulled him deeper. Soon Atari could see the outline of the fox's face pressing outwards against the taut flesh of the tiger's huge sac as the male was pulled down into the cum-filled chamber.

The muscular male's paws pushed on the fox's feet, the last bit of the new employee still poking out of the feline's thick tip besides the white tuft at the end of the fox's tail. A moment later and that was suckled down Atari's hugeness as well.

With a sigh of pleasure, Atari sat himself down on a bench. His massive nuts spread across the floor between his feet as he stroked his cock, massaging the bumps in his urethra where the fox's legs continued to kick in vain. Soon they pushed outwards against the walls of his huge sac, along with the male's arms and other extremities. His balls shook violently several times over the course of the next few minutes as the fox came harder than he'd ever cum in his life, emptying his nuts in a constant succession of intense, soul-breaking orgasms. The tiger's musk overpowered the red-furred male, demanding his surrender, breaking down not only his will, but his physical form.

It was over within half an hour. The tiger's swollen nuts retracted over the course of the digestion, pulling up into taut, cum-filled orbs each about half the size again of his head. His huge cock also shrunk somewhat to a more manageable length, though it could still stretch past his pecs.

Atari panted hard, moaning as his cock twitched and throbbed. Power flushed through the big male as gooey clear pre-cum bubbled up from his shaft. He reached down and plucked at his tip, shivering as he pulled free first a soaked blue shirt and then an equally soaked pair of red shorts. The tiger grinned as he stood, cock swaying in front of him, and deposited the clothes in the trash bin near the door to the entrance.

The tiger's body stiffened when the bell rang out. Already near the door, he took a few steps and leaned forward to peek around the frame. A cute, slim otter in blue jeans and a hoodie wearing a backpack stood at the counter.

"Can I help you?" Atari asked, keeping the bulk of his body out of sight.

The otter nodded. "I saw the sign outside... are you still hiring?"

Atari licked his lips and nodded, trying not to smirk, as his huge balls strained with so much cum they felt as though they'd burst. Still, his burning muscles and flexing cock made him shudder from his shoulders down with a frisky wriggle.

"Sure am," he said, one paw slowly sliding up and down his slick length as it expanded gradually against his fingers. "The position was recently filled, but unfortunately he wasn't able to stick around for long. Come on through and I'll give you the tour..."