You pause as you turn off the engine to your car, a snazzy, upsized sportscar courtesy of your big brother. You wouldn’t want to say that he spoiled you, but he sort of did, as if trying to make for all the years that he had tormented you. He really didn’t have to, a bottle of wine and his giant 20+” pupmaker were all the reconciliation that you needed. But you’re glad he did.
You stay in there, gripping the wheel. It’s something you did often these days. Everyone inside... they all used to look up to you, physically at least. At 410 pounds of extremely muscled and conditioned grey wolf, you were no slouch, huge 27” arms almost bursted through your baby blue dress shirt, your dark blue tie swallowed by the massive mounds that were your pecs. But in this place? You were kinda tiny, a runt even.
You gather your courage and finally head inside. Luzera, a cybersecurity company for big financial firms. You’ve been working summers here ever since you finished sophomore year, and this year they’ve had to move to a new office as they grew bigger – both in terms of the company and the guys who worked inside.
As you step into the building, you catch a glimpse of the reception. A big, massive white wall of muscle sits behind the desk, filling out a dress shirt of his own. A dumb, almost euphoric, glazed over look crosses the ursine’s face.
“Afternoon, Lou,” you cough, taking a good look at the polar bear. Lou-bear was a nice guy, friendly, warm. He didn’t really do a very good job at the front desk, barely ever checking people’s credentials. But in a blatant display of nepotism, he got the job. Much like he was getting a blowjob right now at the moment from the very woman that hired him. “Hi, Jackie,” you call lightly. A scaly, purple hand rises from below the desk and flips you the bird.
“Heya, Georgie,” Lou moans. He grips the sides of his chair and huffs deeply, a supremely satisfied look on his face. “Lookin’ good, stud,” he adds. It irked his girl, but he liked men just as much, if not more than women; well, at least looking at them.
“Yeah, getting ready for that comp,” you chuckle nervously.
“Yeah, me too,” Lou replies between grunts. “Damn, it sucks cutting down to 450 pounds for this thing, know what I mean?” he moans.
“Hehe, y-yeah,” you reply, rubbing the back of your neck. No, no you did NOT know what that felt like! Gosh, Lou, not everyone has the luxury of just barely being let into this weight bracket! The bear was damn big, and over the years his build has just gotten better and better, especially now that he was a sponsored professional bodybuilder. Sponsored by none other than your older brother, no less. To top it all off, he also moonlighted as a personal trainer at your gym, and you know a lot of the guys pay top dollar to train with him. Jared’s urged you to take some tips from him – so not only are you screwed from a physique perspective, but you know he’s probably got you beat in posing too. You just can’t win.
“Ungh... oooh ohhh... You’re gonna do great, George,” Lou whines, the bear gritting his teeth as he brought to the edge by his girlfriend down below. “Damn, I hope I can get at least second place next to ya! Mmmph, that’d be awesome. Oh yeah... oh fuuuuuck, I’m cu- cumming...”
“Yeah,” you cough as you begin shuffle. “Anyways, I gotta get going.” You couldn’t get to the elevator quick enough. Around the corner and out of sight, you sigh. You take a quick glance over yourself and whimper. How were you going to stand up against Lou at the competition?! The guy’s body is insane. You feel the cracks and the pressure in your ego mounting and you close your eyes. ‘Okay, George, decompress,’ you tell yourself, taking steady breaths.
The elevator door opens and your anxiety shoots up a hell of a lot more. Standing inside, practically filling the whole damn thing was Travis, the bodybuilding gazelle. He had a stack of boxes in his hands, filled with what looked like party favours and decorations. The way his outstretched arms showed off his magnificent triceps, horseshoes that would make a Clydesdale blush because they would be too big for them – it was jawdropping.
“George!” Travis booms. The gazelle stands to the side... well sort of, he barely had any room. You squeeze in, barely able to make out his face past the boxes and his globular pectorals. “How’s it going, little buddy?” he asks jovially, maybe with a little too much emphasis on ‘little’ for your liking. He knows better than anyone that you used to be the king of the office. Hell, just a few months ago, you were 900 pounds and no one could take the elevator at the same time as you!
“It’s going good, Trav,” you squeak.
“Damn, you are looking skinny, kiddo!” Trav chuckles deeply. “Getting ready for that competition, I see? Can’t wait to see you.”
“Yeah, you too, I’m sure you’ll take the superheavyweight barbarian class at the Brisbane Regionals, no problem,” you reply meekly, trying very hard to not quiver as the smile grows on Travis’ handsome muzzle.
“You betcha, you’re looking at the next Mr. Cosmos, right here,” he bellows proudly. Travis probably could’ve won the title this year over the summer. The gazelle was quite the sleeper, no one saw him coming. Over the period of September to December of last year, Travis experienced quite possibly the most explosive rut you’ve ever seen on an ungulate. He jumped up from 450 pounds of sculpted beef to 650 pounds so easily. His muscles were swollen and he strut around the place like he owned it. And he might as well have, he had his way with your boss, the magnanimous Gabriel Oliveira, any time he wanted. He’d never competed at the weight range and he took the bodybuilding world by storm. But for some strange reason, over spring break, he must’ve lost his touch, because he shrank down to 550 pounds and seemed like he was in a funk, size-wise.
“Can’t wait for rut to hit,” Travis says with a wink as the doors open. He begins to swagger out and you can’t help but stare... “I’ll probably be competing at 575 pounds at the Brisbane Regional, but if my rut is anything like last years, you’re gonna be looking at the first Mr. C to win at over 700 pounds, and I’ll almost be 800, can you believe it, George?” he cackles without turning around. “Grrr, yeah, so huge!” he breathes, intended to be under his breath, but everyone on the floor could hear him. The doors almost close on you, you’re left so speechless.
“Earth to Georgie,” a deep, but playful voice calls out to you. You look down and see its owner. The hunky shiba inu winks at you when your eyes finally connect. The doge was wearing a stylish shirt and skin-tight khakis, and you gotta say, the way the collar accentuated his luscious pectorals... woof.
“Heya, Kaz,” you sigh.
Kazushiro may only come up to your chest, even in your shrunken state, but that didn’t mean you didn’t look up to the guy. Of everyone in the office, he was the nicest to you, well, he and his newlywed hubby, Noah. Despite probably being the smallest of the core members of the company guys, Kazu was no slouch. At just under 6’ even, he had buffed up significantly over the years you’ve known him. In your sophomore's summer, he was your average looking nerdy computer-science geek. By the time you were halfway through your junior year, he was a buff gym-dog, the build of a dedicated lifter. And now, well, after his marriage to the marten of his dreams, Kazu wasn’t happy with the merely ‘big’ look on his honeymoon photos. The guy had bulked up to a seriously heavy 250 pounds, the size of a professional superheavyweight in the non-barbarian section of the bodybuilding world. And those 22-inchers... well, they could definitely win some competitions if he ever decided to get into it.
“Don’t let that big jerk get you down,” Kazu says as he walks with you to your desk. “We all know you’re the real big guy in the office. Always were, always will be,” he chuckles. “You’re our office werewolf!”
“Thanks, Kazu,” you sigh. “Say, you got a minute, I could really use some company with you and Noah-“
“Sorry, Georgie,” the shibe whines, his ears folding down. Even if he was stacked as they come, he never failed to melt your heart. “Me and Noah have our hands tied throwing you and the other interns an end of summer party.” He leans over and gives you a peck on the cheek. “But, meet me and Noah afterwards, we’ll get one last bonding session in before the summer’s end,” Kazu adds, a little mischievously. You smile, knowing just what he meant. In previous sessions, it was mostly Kaz and Noah worshipping your growing 900-pound body, but now that the roles were reversed... Let’s just say Noah was a gentler ‘daddy’ to you than you were to him and Kaz.
“Okay,” you mumble.
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