Chapter #6Predatory Marcus by: oldshep   "What?" Marcus said confused.
"Dude, look!" Rich stammered, pointing at Marcus' sleeves. The kangaroo always hated that he had to wear XXXL shirts, his torso was just too damn long to have slimmer fitting clothes that he wanted to wear, the woes of being a tall guy. Not to mention those shirts never looked flattering on him, the shirts designed to fit modern Americans; not the slim athletic guy Marcus was, and so he always wore shirts that were a little too billowy on him, never getting to show off his excellent swimmer's build.
Marcus used to take off his clothes and pose for himself in the mirror, wishing one day he could share off his hard earned physique with someone special, hell anyone at all! It was always Fang and David, the two huge guys on the team that filled their clothes to the brim. It wasn't fair. Those two got all the attention, sporting their musclebound physiques that bulged through their tight clothes while Marcus was left at the sideline, his strong but not as big build meant he didn't impress the girls as much.
And the resentment didn't end there. It wasn't fair that he had to be the kicker. Hell, he was probably the best kicker the conference had seen in years. But Marcus didn't want to be just the kicker. He never told anyone, but he always believed he could've been a better quarterback than Fang. What could that asshole do that Marcus couldn't? Sure he wasn't as tall as Fang was, but he was definitely at the height to make some of the riskier passes down the middle. And for the kicker, Marcus took special pride in working his upper body in conjunction with his lower. Sure he couldn't throw as far, but who could run halfway down the field to catch one of Fang's longest throws anyways? David couldn't keep the defencemen off of Fang long enough for someone to get into that kind of position anyways. No, Marcus always knew Fang didn't belong in a position like that... He did. Marcus had the height, he had the skill, he had the speed. Fang was just an oversized brute who always got his way. That ass would always showboat in the kangaroo's face after a big game, telling him how he's 'just the kicker' and that the big wolf on campus makes all the plays before pushing out his chest and stretching the jersey.
...Just like Marcus' shirt was stretching out at the chest right now. Marcus' eyes widened at what he saw. That huge shirt meant to fit morbidly obese guys like Rick Bernard was being stretched out by the kangaroo. And it wasn't just at the chest, Marcus felt the arms bunching up and the sleeves. He looked down and gave it an experimental flex. The fabric groaned in protest, Marcus groaned in anticipation. He was getting bigger!
Marcus already towered over most of the team, big guys ranging from 6'-6'4'', only a select few ever reaching the coveted heights he, David and the colossal Fang had. But now? Now Marcus was getting bigger all over. He didn't feel a thing physically, but in his stomach, he was getting giddy. He could compete with them now. No, not now, but soon, just a little more growth, that's all he needed. He beckoned it, he wanted it oh so badly. More.
He tried to will himself even larger, knowing full well that it probably wouldn't do anything. He felt his shorts becoming unreasonably tight around his burgeoning thighs. He always worked those the hardest in his workouts, and now definitely showed as they reached the size of his waist. Marcus realized that he wasn't just getting thicker, now the size of David, but he was getting taller too; he could see the bottom portion of his abs. He almost giggled with delight as he lifted up his shirt a bit to reveal a solid eight-pack awaiting him. He always wanted one, but could never get it no matter how hard he dieted and trained. Man... Marcus felt like the MAN now.
He didn't know if he was done yet, but he felt something odd. That's when he realized Justin and Rich were gawking at him. He put on a big smile as he made eye contact with Justin, the rabbit biting his lower lip and looking away, as if he was ashamed he'd been staring at his buddy. Rich took a similar approach. There's something strange going on here, and it wasn't just Marcus' sudden growth. The kangaroo had a feeling these two know something he doesn't.
Marcus was about to say something to his friends when he heard a ripping sound. His shirt was splitting at the seams, his back much too wide as the kangaroo approached the size of a professional bodybuilder. Marcus was overjoyed, delighted with the latest development. He flexed his body all over, coaxing the shirt to just rip right off him. With a final flex, he finally managed to split it right down the back. Marcus' shirt was in tatters, but it didn't exactly fall off cleanly, bits of stringy fabric bunched at his shoulders, feeling almost like a tourniquet with how big his delts have become, and the majority of it still clung around his waist. With a small tug, Marcus ripped the bits and pieces of his shirt off, revelling in his strength to do so.
But he didn't have long to admire his handiwork, his lower body was vying for his attention. His shorts had already began to split down the side, but because of the heavier fabric, Marcus felt like it wasn't going to rip as cleanly. And he was right. Instead of a tearing noise, a sharp rip rang through the air as Marcus' thunderous thighs burst through the fabric, revealing his enormous quads and hams. Marcus felt so damn good as he ripped off the remains of his shorts as well, the only shred of decency left were his undies and those didn't look too happy housing Marcus' thighs... or his bulge. Did everything about him get bigger?! Marcus looked at it and admired his basket; girls used to comment on how good he made them feel, all eight inches of lean kangaroo meat. But just how big was he now? Marcus was tempted to just whip it out and stroke it to see just how big he was where it counted.
Justin was flabbergasted, Marcus was now a veritable giant. He swallowed dryly as his eyes moved over his friend. Marcus had always towered over him, but now that the kangaroo was even taller and practically twice as wide as he used to be, he completely swallowed the rabbit's view. Marcus just had to be 7' at least, maybe not quite at David's height, but could David match Marcus' new body? The kangaroo looked like a dead even match to Fang now. And Justin would never tell anyone, but he thought it was kind of cool that a herbivore like Marcus had gotten so big. It was what drew the rabbit to Marcus in the first place, how a guy like him could hang out with so many predator species and not feel out of place. In fact... Justin kind of felt out of place being close to Marcus now... Especially with the predatory look on the kangaroo's face.
"Hey, Just? Think I'm big enough to compete with Fang now?" the kangaroo boomed proudly. That's what Marcus was now, proud of his huge body. In fact... he kind of wanted even more.
"M-Marcus, this isn't natural, we should- we should get you to the hospital," Justin stammered.
"Naw, little dude, I feel fit as a fiddle," Marcus replied with a smirk. "In fact, I think I feel better than ever! Must have been that powder or whatever it was." He looked at the way Justin squirmed and the way Rich just looked away at the last comment. If he was suspicious about these two knowing something about that powder before, he damned well knew they had something to do with it now. Marcus had a huge grin on, wondering what he should do to punish these guys for experimenting on him like that... or rather how he'd reward his newest fans.
Marcus licked his lips and had his eyes trained on Justin, the rabbit adjusting himself awkwardly, trying to shrink away from the piercing, terrifying gaze Marcus was giving him. The big kangaroo brought an arm down and hoisted Justin right off the ground. Damn! Was he ever strong now! He could never do that before. And all that power and strength turned the kangaroo on a bit, his underwear plumping up a bit. He brought Justin up to his face and grinned evilly.
Justin almost shrieked when Marcus brought his tongue and licked at his neck. Anthros never ate other anthros or humans, but due to Justin's prey ancestry, he couldn't help get a bit antsy when a huge guy like Marcus licks him, as if to taste him. And it was true, Marcus was tasting him. After all... Marcus had a big appetite now. He just devoured how many plates of food? And he knew that he could go for more. But not just in volume... he was cocky now, he could get riskier and riskier... and soon, no one could stop him.
"Hehehe," Marcus chuckled, his nose pressing into Justin's, the rabbit squeaking and shuddering with fear. Marcus was just so damn hungry, his appetite wasn't yet whet and Justin... poor Justin looked like the perfect meal for a growing guy like him.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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