Chee leaned against a telephone pole, panting, and checked his watch. Not a bad pace. Being a cheetah, the lithe feline had plenty of speed. Sustaining that over long distances was a different story, however, and he’d been training to run in a marathon in a couple months.
It was a challenge, but running was in his DNA, and he enjoyed working up a good sweat — in this case, more than a good sweat. He’d underestimated just how unseasonably warm it was today, and as a result the back of his shirt was completely soaked. Chee peeled it off and tossed it onto his bag, then grabbed a sip of water before setting back out to do a few more laps around the park.
Time to get that second wind, the cheetah thought to himself. One foot in front of the other, keep it going, don’t stop, you can do this.
Indeed, he seemed to be gaining energy as he ran, finding himself eating up the meters quicker than he thought he could at this stage of his workout. His pawpads struck the ground with increasing force with every footfall, propelling him faster and faster along the path.
After one lap, Chee began to wonder what was going on. He’d never completed the circuit so quickly before, even at the start of his workouts. And the handful of other people in the park seemed to be looking at him strangely… not to mention how small they all seemed.
That’s when the growth hit in full force.
Chee had gradually doubled in size over the previous few minutes. Now, he exploded upward to 100, 200… some number of hundreds of meters tall!
The big cat took in his surroundings. He could see for miles at this height! Off in the distance, he could see Amsterdam, and while it would be fun to experiment with his new size there, his eyes were drawn to the glistening waters of IJsselmeer, a large freshwater bay sealed off by the Afsluitdijk, a major dam. Wouldn’t swimming be a more fun (and refreshing) way to finish the workout than running?
His strong cheetah legs covered the distance quickly, and he eagerly dove into the water with a titanic splash, flooding the nearby streets.
The cheetah cared little for the boat traffic with which he shared the lake. Colossal waves rocked the tiny ships as Chee began to swim, launching water — and occasionally boats — high into the air with each powerful stroke.
In just a few minutes, if that, Chee had swum the length of the bay and arrived at the dam. The Afsluitdijk had a roadway running over the top of it, connecting two parts of the Netherlands across the bay, and as the cheetah began to rise out of the water, the little cars caught his attention.
Standing at full height, Chee’s feet touched the bottom of the bay with the water coming up only to mid-thigh level. His hefty package loomed just above the line of vehicles that had come to a halt, staring up at the enlarged cheetah in shock.
Despite his brief swim, the feline was still soaked in sweat, and a potent whiff of his musk soon hit the drivers’ noses. But if they thought the smell was strong then, they were in for quite a surprise.
Chee gently tugged down the waistband of his shorts. “Sorry, this road’s closed,” he teased as he held up his cock. Then, he let go, allowing his member to drop directly onto the road, which began to crumble immediately. The cheetah rubbed his balls against the failing bridge, ensuring its destruction.
Those on the part of the causeway that collapsed found themselves falling directly into the feline’s shorts — a soft landing, but not the destination they had in mind. They scrambled out of their vehicles only to be hit with the overwhelming scent of cheetah musk and sweat. Worse still, the big cat released his waistband, letting in snap back into place and sealing away the dozens of tinies stuck inside as he waded back to dry land.
Chee groped his bulge and moaned, enjoying feeling the little furs rubbing against his sweaty junk. Some even began worshipping his genitals of their own volition, either completely musk drunk or themselves turned on by the situation.
The cheetah purred, thoroughly enjoying himself. He couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to his workout.
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