Andy's Origins - Part 4 (Patreon)

Midday.

The receptionist of ‘Big Bucks Gym’ glanced upward as the glass doors in the foyer swung open in one clean jerk. Passing through was a fox, a handsome one at that. Tall, decently toned and impressively confident. Was he new here? At least she had never seen him around here before. 

He swaggered towards the front desk and peered down at the fennec manning the reception. “Gotta get my pump in, am i right?” He snickered in a baritone voice as he held his keycard up to the scanner. Beep.

The employee looked dumbfounded at the monitor in front of her: Andy.

But this was not the short, scrawny and insecure fox she used to log in maybe once a week; she looked at his formidable physique up and down. This was a stud.

Andy felt amazingly strong . After today's growth spurt he wanted to really challenge himself in the gym, put all this beef to the test! It took months of working out for him to put on two pounds of muscle… 

He cringed at the thought of being that small. Being this big just came natural for him, even though this was not enough. He wanted more, and he’ll start with muscle!

 Minutes later he exited from the locker rooms, as he had changed into proper gymbro attire. Tanktop, trainers, shorts… everything a few sizes too small after today's growth spurt. 

He could not stop marveling over his exposed arms and biceps, his 19 inch guns felt so right. As if they were always supposed to be this large and strong. 

He was made to cover so much ground with his elongated legs. But… was this enough? There’s still room for more… right? Maybe the cable machine would pump his arms up a bit…

On the way over, he passed a few hot college bros he recognized from looking upwards in the hallways. A big grin grew over his face as he realized he was actually staring at them on eye level. Fuckers.

 ‘’I’ll show them what’s up… just wait..” Andy thought to himself as he loaded the weights onto the machine. 

He started at a measly 200 pounds, which was already a lot for the formerly weak fox. 

Grunts and Clanks echoed through the gym as those weights went up with ease. This was too light, even for a warm up!

300 pounds. Ggrmpff. 

Steady. “Yess…”, he murmured to himself as he pulled the weights up and down. Up and down. His arms responded to his exertion with a decent pump as blood rushed into his veins… But this was not enough. He needed a challenge!

400 pounds. 

HhmmmmmGrrmpff!

This was a lot, even for his enhanced body. Beads of sweat pearled down from his exerted physique, his face beet red. The iron only went up slowly…. Was this it? Was Andy really let himself be defeated by some plates of metal? 

His brows furrowed as he held a steady pose. “Yesss.. Yes!” 

A warm feeling rushed down his spine through every fiber. Had someone paid close attention, they’d see his arms pump up even more mass.. and rising ever so slightly upwards. 

After a few moments he managed to complete every rep with greater and greater ease. “Fuck.. I need more!”, he bellowed.

The now 6’3” fox stomped over to the machine. The warm feeling is still energizing him… 

550 pounds, the machine's maximum. 

This time, his body wasted no time and instantly responded with more size and strength. The warm sensation intensified with every second of exertion. This felt amazing… Every fiber of his being was on fire as they grew and grew.. 

He could feel his guns reach new peaks. 21 inches, 22..

His point of view rose and rose higher and higher… 6’4” … 6’5 … 6’6” …

The python between his legs reeled out gradually..

All while his tight shoes got tighter and tighter, until a rrriippp echoed through the sports hall inbetween deep masculine growling and huffing. 

Fuck. Enough. 

The weights came down with a loud CLANK. 

Fuck. The sweaty, huffing fox looked himself over. This was a lot… He felt so unbelievably strong, especially as one of the gym bros he passed earlier ventured towards him. 

Andy now peered down over his sweaty form to look at him. To think just yesterday he would have to look up… 

“Yo dude, you look fucking massive, wanna come to our frat party tonight?”, oblivious to the otherworldly changes the vulpine just went through.