Sam stood in the back room of the gym called 'Gym Jockeys' it wasn't the best name, but it had a nice tone to it, plus it brought a lot of people, mostly men, to the two gym floor. The gym had all the necessities including a large area for basketball and dodgeball, a swimming pool, weight lifting, treadmills, anything a person could want to try to lose weight and gain muscle, this gym had. 



Sam was…well, lanky. He wasn't much of a guy to work out, at all. He was desperate for a job though, and they recently hired him to wear the mascot outfit and basically 'represent' the jocks of the gym in short. He was nervous about working, but he didn't have to actually prove himself to anyone. His job was to basically walk around and encourage people to feel the burn, usually by flexing or teasing them or something along those lines.



The back room was built like that of a gym's locker room, although without a shower or toilets. It was a place for both male, and female workers after all, although oddly enough, undressing in the locker room wasn't discouraged.



The door to that back room opened, and a muscular man with short black hair walked in. He wore a muscle shirt that advertised the gyms name, with a picture of a muscular rat flexing on top of it. The man carried a mascot outfit, and he tossed it to Sam. "There's your outfit. I'm assuming you know what to do with it."



Sam was a terrible catcher. The outfit landed right in his lap, and he stared down at it. It was definitely that of the 'Gym Jockeys' mascot of a rat with dyed bright green hair, and a very muscular body, including pecs and strong legs. There were two things off about the mascot though. The first thing was that the mascot lacked clothing. One might assume that it was for customizable clothing to wear on that mascot, but then why did it have that huge pair of cock and balls between its legs? It was a hyper cock too, so big the shaft went down to the rats knees, with balls that swung just as low, and so large that there was no way the rat could have squeezed his thick muscular thighs together without busting one of those basketball sized nuts, literally.



The second thing about the outfit was its stench. It smelled like the musk of a hundred men, and by the feeling of the suit, the outside felt sweaty. Sam wasn't even sure how THAT was even possible! "Do you ever clean this suit?" he asked, with a wrinkled nose. "And what's with the detailed anatomy?" He noticed it was SO detailed, it didn't just have that huge cock, but it had an asshole, and based on what Sam saw and smelled, it was used, which just looked so disgusting and filthy.



"The suit cost us a pretty penny. It can't be washed." The manager tossed him a pink cap, a white crop top, and a jockstrap, which was barely big enough to cover the cock. "You wear this over the outfit, and as you'll recall, your duties are to walk around and get others pumped up and excited by whatever means necessary."



Sam grimaced at the jockstrap. It hid the cock and asshole the suit had, but just barely. "I guess since it's not ME wearing this stuff, and just the mascot…" he sounded unsure, but he really needed the money, and the job paid well. Not to mention, the unlimited access to the pool that he liked. At the very least, the gym had showers too, and he could just use those after work. "Fine, I'll wear it." Sam stood up with a small sigh.



"You need to sound more enthusiastic than that." The manager walked behind him, and gave him a light smack on his ass. "You got to get physical with people. Rub their heads into your armpits, spot them with your cock on their head and let them FEEL your shaft pulse and throb with every increasing number they lift, but don't do any more past ten, if only because you can't really count super high. Don't be afraid to push yourself onto them, and have themselves push back onto you. You got a hyper cock, use it."



Sam paused as the back zipper pointed to him, and he stared at the manager briefly. What kind of gym WAS this? Did the people really want that kind of stuff happening to them? He knew he definitely wasn't okay with using that hyper cock, or getting any cocks used on him. He didn't judge sexuality, but he was straight. Okay, he didn't have a girlfriend or anything, but he knew he preferred boobs and a vagina to another cock. "Are you serious? And I…won't get fired?



"Why would I? It's in the contract, the employee manual, and I myself am encouraging you to do such things to the customers. Just do what feels natural for you, and you won't get fired for it." He paused as he looked at Sam. "Oh, you also have to be naked in the costume, company policy."



Sam was already so disgusted by how the outfit smelled so horribly. He loathed the idea of being naked in it, but the job paid so well. He mentally told himself to just think about the shower he could take after, even if it would need to be a really long one. Hesitantly, but eventually, he set the outfit down, and undressed. He stored his clothes in one of the lockers, and then slipped on the mascot outfit. His nose wrinkled at the musk. He thought it smelled bad on the outside. It smelled so much worse on the inside. His feet stepped into the pink rat feet, his arms slid into the rat arms, and his head right onto that rat head. "Need some help with the zipper." He stated. The suit was just so loose on him. Sure, the pecs were still sticking out, but he could barely reach the arms of the suit. His head didn't quite measure up to the top of the suit either, which made it hard to see out of the suit's eyes.



The manager walked behind him, and zipped up that suit for Sam. "Don't worry about the size of the suit. You'll grow into it." The manager patted the suit's firm ass. Well, it was supposed to be firm, but it sagged on Sam's ass since it was so loose.



Sam shivered inside the outfit. He closed his eyes as he swore as if he could feel that hand on his actual ass, and not the suit itself. When he opened his eyes, he could see outside that suit a bit better. He could only make out about two thirds of what went on, but it was enough to walk around at least, even if the suit's muscles were filled with air, and his feet were nowhere near big enough to slide into the outfit's feet, as well as empty spaces in so many other parts in the suit. The tail itself didn't even seem to function properly, it just sort of laid limp behind him and dragged on the ground. "If you say so." Sam said, as he put the outfit on the suit that the manager laid out earlier. It felt awkward to say the least, but at least he could cover up the suits…anatomy, even if it didn't hide very well.



The manager chuckled lightly. "Just try to roleplay an arrogant, boisterous, dumb jock. Nobody except me will know it's you underneath that outfit." The manager walked to the door, before he turned back momentarily. "I picked you because I know you would never overdo our mascot's behavior, so just do whatever comes natural, and if it doesn't feel right, that means you're not being arrogant enough." With that, the manager left the room, and let Sam be.



Sam watched the manager leave. He had a grimace underneath that mascot outfit, and his nose wrinkled as he smelled the musk inside the suit. It smelled so…animal. He thought to himself that, at the very least, he didn't have to say anything, and he could look at a person however he wanted underneath the outfit. Sam didn't flat out hate Jocks, but he never understood them. He left the locker room, and went to work. He decided to go to the room where they lifted weights, if only because it was the closest.



The weight lifting room didn't have very many people in it, if only because it was one of the more intense rooms in a gym. Mirrors lined up the left wall, while motivational posters lined up the right. The back wall had various small weights, and the room itself was blaring with loud rock and roll music to pump up whoever might be in there. The few people that were in there, were very muscular men, a few using the big weights, while one lifting the smaller ones with one hand.



Sam knew he could barely lift even the smallest of weights there. He could also feel his suit drag down. He was nowhere near buff enough to fill out the suit's pecs, and it showed. The wicked grin of the suit glanced around from person to person, while Sam was inside the suit, and barely knew what to say, or do. How does one motivate someone lifting weights? He thought maybe going near one and just trying some gestures, but before he could even try, a jock slapped his back from behind, hard.



Another one of the many jocks in the room had slapped Sam's back. This jock had short blonde hair, and a very muscular build underneath a pink tank top. "Hah. They got a new mascot? Cute." He spoke in a deep tone. He grabbed the suits head, and pulled it down underneath his arm in a headlock.



Sam gasped at the sudden pull. The last thing he wanted to do was to rip this mascot outfit within the very first damn hour he had gotten it, yet at the same time, he loathed being held down there like that. He tried to pull his head free, but it was like trying to free himself from a vice. He reached up and grabbed onto the jock's arm to try to pull it back, but it was like trying to move stone, ultimately useless. "Let go of me!" he yelled, although it was muffled heavily underneath that outfit.



"You got to do the initiation to be one of us! Mascot or not!" The jock raised his arm a bit, but just enough for his other hand to grab the mascot's head, and shove the face of that mascot outfit directly into his armpits. He rubbed the mascot head up and down with a laugh. "Oh whoops, I totally forgot antiperspirant, well thanks for keeping me dry down there!" He let him go, but only after a good though rub.



Sam was repulsed by the jocks pitch black hairy armpit. He cried out in disgust. At the very least, he couldn't feel the tiny curly hairs, but he could smell the scent of rotting onions that was his armpit. By the time Sam was freed, he stood up, and walked right back out of that weight lifting room while the various jocks took the time to laugh at him. He was ready to quit the job then and there, but he needed the money. He decided that, if the jocks were truly going to be that rude, he was going to go outside, and try to bring people inside instead. Nobody could be that mean to him outside. 



As Sam walked outside, he noticed his sight was better than before. Maybe the jock had adjusted the height of the mascot head or something. Whatever was the case, he couldn't complain. That tail from the mascot outfit ever so slightly flickered from behind, just as Sam opened the front doors.



It was warm outside, but not as hot as it felt in the gym. It was such a relief for Sam to be out and free from those jocks, out in front of that gym. To the left of the entrance were various treadmills that pointed outside, while to the right of the entrance was the pool, though with very heavily tinted windows, it was difficult to see inside the waters.



Sam wasn't worried about what was inside of the gym though. His job was to try to attract new customers when he was outside. He couldn't think of too much to do without getting physical, but as some people passed by, Sam decided to do some flexes. The suit's arms looked fairly strong, even if Sam himself wasn't. Unfortunately, when he tried to flex, it failed to show off outside the suit, so it simply looked like he was doing different poses, and while some people did look at him briefly when he made some muscular poses, those same people quickly covered their noses, and walked away.



Sam grimaced at the reaction so many of those people made. He wanted to tell them it wasn't his fault the suit stank so terribly, but anything he spoke came out in deep muffles underneath the outfit. The suit smelled even worse underneath, but Sam didn't mind the stench inside the suit as much as he did outside of it. After a few more poses of his arms in the air and flexed downwards, and failing to attract a single person, he went back into the gym with a frustrated sigh underneath that mascot outfit. The tail twitched again, and the tip of it swung right inside the door, which made Nick wince in pain as the door closed on the tail. He freed it easily enough, but only when he freed it did he realize that it shouldn't have hurt him at all, he didn't have a tail. And yet, he felt a twinge of pain where the tail had been caught in the door. He thought to himself that it was just his imagination.



Sam wanted to avoid going to where the jocks lifted weights, and instead he went over to the pool instead. As a mascot, he didn't have to bother showering beforehand since he wasn't going to be in the pool and instead he just walked around the edge.



The pool itself was fairly ordinary. It had a diving board, along with a higher one down at the deep end, with a slide at the shallower end. The scent of chlorine was powerful, which helped mask the smell of musk and sweat that would have otherwise filled the gym room. Even the room with the treadmills had that strong onion smell, which raised a question of how often the place was even cleaned. There wasn't anyone in the pool at the moment either.



Sam was thankful the pool was empty. Despite it being a clean pool, he wondered why not many people hung out around it. He glanced to the left, and then to the right, before he reached back to try to take his outfit off. A quick dip in the pool should help the smell of that suit just a bit. Unfortunately, his arms couldn't work the zipper. His fingers flexed in the rat paws better than Sam thought he could flex those fingers, but his digits just couldn't grasp onto the zipper. "Ugh. Why did they make this impossible to take off alone?" he asked himself in the suit. That, combined with him remembering that jock, made him angry. He just wished he were stronger. Why, he'd shove that jock's head into his own armpits, and then fuck his ass with that mascot cock, just for the sheer fun of it!



Sam looked down at the water for a moment. Where did those aggressive thoughts come from? He shook his head to clear those thoughts, but the thought of playing around with a jock made him more excited than he should have been. He looked over at the muscles on the mascot outfit, and how horribly they fitted with his real arms. He pushed down on one of the muscles on his arms, and he was able to push it almost all the way in to his actual arm before he let go, and the arm on the mascot fixed itself to make him appear muscular once more. He just wasn't strong enough to fulfill those weird thoughts he had, even if he wanted to.



Just then, the door to one of the locker rooms opened and another jock came out. This one had short brown hair, and a pair of red swim trunks on. He wasn't as muscular as the jocks in the weight room, but his body was toned, and stronger than Sam's definitely was. "Hah, what do we have here? Why's the mascot at the pool? Trying to go for a swim in that outfit?" the jock stepped along the side of the pool, and casually tossed a white towel he carried onto a nearby bench. "Let's see if you can float in it."



Sam was genuinely worried about that. He could swim, but if the mascot outfit that smelled so horrible was heavy, then who knew if he could get out. He stepped back away from the jock, his tail flicked up and down nervously. "No, it's alright." He said in that outfit, even if it was too muffled. He waved his hands left and right, and rapidly shook his head to not just say no, but also to rapidly gesture it.



"Too bad." The jock's hands quickly rushed Sam's chest, and he pushed him onto his rear with ease. "You're going in, or you're going down."



Sam could feel his heart pound, he almost felt it through the mascot's chest, even if those pecs were still so far away from his actual chest. He couldn't go in the water like this. Maybe it might make the outfit smell better, but he didn't want to drown. Whether it was adrenaline, or something else, he stood back up, and pushed the jock right back down. He wasn't sure what came over him, but he then jumped right onto the jock, and pinned him onto the tiled floor.



The jock was absolutely astounded that Sam could get back up and pin him down like that. "Let me go, you damn furry!" The jock shouted. He put his hands on the pool floor, and tried to push himself up, but Sam was just too heavy.



Furry...being called that infuriated Sam. So what if he was a furry? Why judge him for something like that? Sam thought to himself that he should just fuck that jock's firm ass. If that jock hated furry's so much, he would have loathed to get fucked by one. Sam could feel that huge cock of the mascot's twitch underneath that jockstrap, and he grinned underneath the mascot outfit. The first thing was first. While he had the jock pinned, he rubbed the armpit of the mascot outfit right in the jock's face. The mascot had a surprisingly hairy armpit that smelled just as bad as any regular armpit would have. Afterwards, Sam wrapped an arm around the jock's chest, while his other arm pulled down his swim trunks, and he pushed the mascots jockstrap covered cock right up against his ass. Oh, this sensation made him feel so strong, so POWERFUL. He could take this jock down a peg, he could fuck him then and there.



The jock looked up at him with wide eyes, and a trembling lip. "N-no. Please, let go." His behavior changed from aggressive, to pleading, right when he realized just how strong Sam was. He felt that furry cock up against his rear, that strong musky body that overpowered the smell of chlorine, even with someone not in a mascot suit, the idea of being raped then and there felt horrifying.



Just as Sam pushed that jockstrap covered cock up to the jock's asshole, he paused. He stared down at the trembling jock, and he had a realization. Of all of the times he had been bullied in school, and earlier when he was bullied in that weight lifting room, it was now him doing the bullying, and he wasn't that kind of person. He slowly let go of the jock, and leaned up on the mascot's knees. He was at a loss for words, not that anything he said could have been heard through the outfit. He still felt such a rush of energy and anger, but he could find better ways to channel that rage of his.



As soon as the jock was let go, he wasted no time. He pulled up his swim trunks, and he ran off back into the locker room. He didn't look back at the mascot, he just wanted to get away, and get that horrible stench off of him.



When the jock went to the locker room, Sam went to the one way exit from the pool. He made his way back into the employee locker room, and took a seat. He couldn't believe what he had just done to that jock, and what was worse, his body enjoyed it. His mind raced with so many questions, including how he was able to pin the jock down like that. He wasn't as muscular as the suit was, heck, every guy in this gym should have been able to overpower him without an issue, yet he managed to pin a guy down and almost fuck his ass right there in the pool. He had another worry, but before he could get that on his mind, the door opened up again, and the manager stepped inside.



The manager had an angry look on his face. He walked to Sam, and glared up at him. "I saw what you did on the cameras, Sam. I must say, I am very disappointed in you." He spoke in a stern manner, like a parent scolding a child.



Sam lowered his head, and the mascot head lowered with it. He knew what he had done, and he wouldn't blame the manager for firing him for such an outrageous act. He would have said he was sorry, but he knew the manager couldn't hear him through the mascot outfit. He instead turned around, and pointed to the zipper behind him, trying to tell the manager he needed to get out of it.



The manager shook his head when Sam turned around. "I don't know what you're thinking. Your shift isn't over." The manager walked around him briefly. "Look, you pinned down the jock in the swimming pool. Why didn't you fuck him? Why didn't you go all the way? Break in the mascot outfit, stick that huge rat dick inside his ass, and have a little fun with him? Why didn't you do that?"



Sam's mouth dropped open, though it didn't drop open as much as it could, if only because the face of the mascot outfit got in the way. He didn't think how strange it was that the mouth of the rat outfit got in the way since his mouth didn't stuck out that much, but rather, his mind was focused on what that manager said. Why didn't he fuck that jock? He mentally asked himself that too, but he couldn't think of a decent answer, at least one that he could make with gestures. He was both keeping his job, and he should have had his way with that jock? Just what kind of job WAS this?



"I'm letting you go this one time, but only because you're still new to the job." The manager explained. "Now, I suggest you head over to the treadmills, preferably right out front at the windows, so people can see our mascot is in here getting super fit." After a short pause, he then had to add. "Also you get stronger, so our mascot can have his way and fuck any guy, or gal, that he wants to." The manager gave Sam's outfit a playful swat to his ass, before he left him once more.



Sam was unsure about actually even doing what the manager suggested. Part of him wanted to leave, but he couldn't take the mascot outfit off by himself, plus he'd be walking around down in that outfit. A cop would have definitely said something about how...perverted the outfit was. Nick pulled out his cell phone from his locker, and glanced down at it. He figured he could take a look online at some laws about indecency. Maybe there were exceptions for a mascot uniform. He noticed there wasn't any wireless connections though, and he knew the gym had a wireless connection, but he scratched the top of the mascot's head lightly with one hand, while he glanced over the options on his cell phone with the other. "It's...it's under settings, right?" He asked himself. He pressed settings, and then he saw all kinds of different options. He didn't understand, just yesterday he knew how to connect to any nearby wireless network, search for anything, look for specific people based on name and address alone, but now he couldn't even grasp the concept of how to connect to public Wi-Fi. Frustrated, Sam put the phone back in his locker, and left the employee room. While he left, he didn't even notice how clearly he saw out of that mascot uniform, or how the tail whipped behind him. He felt something above his rear that felt hard to describe, kind of like an extra appendage, but he just chalked it up to the suit and how it gave him a weird feeling. The rat outfit didn't feel quite as loose on him as before, though it also didn't feel tight around his skin.



Sam walked out front to the treadmills, and glanced from side to side at the few people that used them. Each person was male, and each of them ran at a good pace, with their eyes set outside, while a radio played music from the speakers on the walls. He stepped on the treadmill in his muscular mascot rat suit, and turned on the setting to low. He found it incredibly hard to believe that he could keep up a decent pace in that suit, but he kept up with the treadmill much easier than he thought he would have. He recalled the manager's words, and his frustration and disbelief over what that manager really wanted him to do, but exercising like this felt like a small relief, like a proper way to vent his rage and confusion. Who needed Wi-Fi, anyways?



Each step Sam took felt easier than the last. His legs and feet tingled, but he ignored the sensations, it was just that he worked out so little, that maybe his legs weren't used to it. He failed to realize that, underneath the mascot outfit, his legs grew more muscular and hairy, while his feet grew, and toes elongated into the mascot rat feet. It actually just made it easier for Sam to walk as his legs grew into those muscular mascot outfit legs. Every step he took, he grew into it a little more, and he felt more comfortable with the easy setting, so he tried a higher pace.



Sam found himself zoning out as he walked. He increased the speed, he kept up with the pace. He increased the speed further, he continued to keep up. By the time Sam pulled himself out of the zone, thanks to the changing of the song on the radio, he noticed the speed was set to "Marathon runner", and he was running faster than even the people around him were. He ran at least twice the speed of what the average person could run, and while it was no gold medal at the Olympics, he would have been a serious contender for the bronze. Sam pressed a button to stop the machine, and while the machine slowed down, he took the time to realize how much he smelled inside that suit, and probably outside too. He didn't seem as concerned about it as before though. It was a gym, stink was normal, ESPECIALLY in a mascot outfit. He felt confident actually, so confident, he decided to try the weight lifting room again. Maybe he could teach that damn jock a lesson. His manager wanted him to fuck other guys? He'd be more than willing to do it to that jock that humiliated him. It was time for vengeance.



Sam stomped into the weight lifting room. Inside that muscular rat jock outfit, he had a smug grin on his face. It was time to show these jocks who was the king around here. The fact that the weight lifting room smelled so strong of musk and sweat didn't bother him in the least. After all, he himself smelled of raw onions, almost as bad as the mascot outfit he wore, but he didn't care. He had more important things on his mind than smells.



That same jock that had taunted him earlier was still there. He spotted another muscular man lifting weights, but when the door opened, and he saw Sam walk through it, he couldn't help but grin. "Well, well. Is our rat so turned on by being a sub, he just had to come back for more?" The jock flexed his arms, and patted his black pubic hair. "Want another taste of this, maybe underneath that outfit?"



Sam glared at the jock underneath his uniform. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do what he did next, but he walked up to that jock, and he grabbed the barbells with both of his hands, and pulled it from the bench. He tossed the barbells onto the ground beneath them, not caring as they fell with a very big thud. He then turned back to the jock. His glare was so intense, that it felt as if his own mascot uniform glared with him.



The jock didn't look the least bit impressed by Sam's stunt. "So you're stronger under there than I thought, whatever." The muscular jock walked over to the weights, and he grabbed a 100lb weight. "Let's see how strong you REALLY are." The jock tossed it at him with an underhand throw.



Sam couldn't help but stare at that jock's firm ass. There was something about a muscular male rear that made him feel so aroused. He felt his cock twitch underneath the mascot outfit, but what he didn't realize, was the mascot outfit cock twitched with his shaft in perfect unison. 

When that weight was tossed, Sam also felt that, deep down, he would have ran from that weight had it been thrown at him the first time he was in the weight room, but now he was confident, he was strong, he was...well he was those two things he could think of. He caught the round 100lb weight with both of his hands, and set it down on the ground. Part of him wanted to just throw it back at that jock. While Sam definitely felt an anger inside of him that he never felt before, he didn't want to actually risk bodily harm, and he had a feeling that the jock felt the same.



"So you really can put up." The jock chuckled. He walked over to Sam, and slapped his back, hard. "That's good, but if you REALLY want to be in with us," he pointed to the bench. "Let's see just how much you can lift. We'll make it a competition. Whoever can lift the most, wins." The jock took a seat on a different bench. "What do you say? Or rather...what do you do?"



Sam still couldn't speak from that mascot outfit. The extended jaw was just too tight for his mouth, which felt a little odd since he swore there was plenty of space earlier. He walked over to that bench, and took a seat. He laid down, put his hands up, and motioned a finger to bring it on. Surprisingly, his fingers fit in that mascot rat finger outfit better than he thought they did.



The jock motioned the other jocks, and the barbells were prepared. They started off with one 100lb weight on each side of the bar, and brought them to the first jock, and to Sam. "Ten reps each, take your time with it." The jock said. He himself managed to lift the 200lb barbell with ease, one rep at a time. The other jocks watched him, and Sam, with grins on their faces.



Sam took his barbell with the total 200lb barbell. One rep at a time, he lifted it up, and then brought it down to the muscular pecs the mascot outfit had. With every rep he lifted the barbell, his chest and arms felt stranger, but the barbell felt lighter. By the final rep, the 200 pounds felt like nothing.



The few jocks that were in there were surprised at how Sam was so easily able to lift those weights. The one jock Sam competed with however, grinned. "More weight!" he called out.



The other jocks were quick to respond. Each of them grabbed additional 100lb weights, and put two more on the first jock's barbells, and then also on Sam's. Both now had a 400lb barbell to lift, and the jock managed to lift his 10 reps, but it was clear it wasn't as easy for him as the first sets were. When he finished his reps, he had to set it down on the holder above him. "Heh...heh...beat that!" he spoke with confidence, but also out of breath.



Inside the outfit, Sam grimaced. He knew he couldn't lift that weight before, though that confidence within him made him try at least. The first two reps were hard, but the ones after that gradually became easier for him. His chest felt strange once again, but this time it felt strange because it felt as if it rubbed against the edges of the mascot outfit. Sam knew there was no way he was that strong, yet he felt his nipples slide in place where the nipples on the mascot outfit was. His muscles aligned perfectly with the mascot's huge muscular chest, and even his muscular arms lined up well, the outfit felt like a second suit, although there were still a few places where it didn't feel like a second skin.



By now, the jocks were impressed. Even the jock that Sam competed with, the one that didn't even say his name, had his eyes wide. "Fucking...you really are something else." The jock looked to the others. "Well, what are you waiting for? Add more pounds to the barbells!"



The jocks complied, adding additional 100 pounds to each side, to give both the first jock, and Sam, 600 pound barbells in total. However, while the jock was able to get a few reps in, he couldn't do any more than five before his muscles strained, and the other jocks had to help him in order to prevent him from hurting himself. Still, the first jock got off of the bench. "F-five reps, beat that." He was clearly out of breath.



Jocks were one rarely known to give up, at least Sam thought as much. He took the 600 pound barbell he had, and lifted one rep. As he lifted, he could feel how hard it was to lift it up now. That body of Sam's underneath the mascot outfit strained to hold it up, but he lowered it back down, and pumped it back up. As he lifted it up, he felt a twitch between his legs. He felt blood rush to that cock. He was actually getting aroused, just by exercising. Another pump, he felt his cock twitch, but it felt different, it felt larger. Another pump, and he could feel the mascot outfit cock twitch with his, as if his shaft aligned with it perfectly. He knew it was impossible, his cock wasn't as big as the hyper rat mascot outfit, but with another pump, it was harder to deny. It was hard to care about it anyways, he was going to prove himself stronger than that damn jock, and then, he was going to claim his prize.



A few more pumps later, and Sam was already up to nine reps, beyond what the jock had done. Sam's muscles felt strong underneath that gym rat outfit, his fingers, his arms, his toes, his legs, they all felt snug in that rat mascot. It was an odd feeling for Sam, even his head felt like it fit perfectly in the outfit, which wouldn't have made any sense since he was a human. He didn't have that on his mind though, right now, it was all about being superior. Just as he made that tenth and final rep, he put that barbell back up, and flexed his muscles. Sam had won that contest, and he damn well knew it.



"Fucking...damn furry beat me." The jock muttered. The rest of the jocks were more sympathetic for the jock that last, than excited for Sam's win. Of course they were impressed, but they muttered things about Sam. The jocks talked about how Sam was still far less of a man, he was a furry.



Sam remembered being called a furry before, and it enraged him. So what if he was? These jocks weren't nearly powerful enough to stop him, and he knew it. With a grin on his face, he walked over to the jock he competed with, the jock on the bench. He pinned him down face up, and grinned wickedly through the costume. If this jock was going to call him a furry, maybe he'd make that jock into a furry himself.



"Hey! Get off me!" The jock reached up to push Sam off, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. Sam was just too strong for the Jock to push off. Sam trapped him like...well, he'd say a rat, but it was a rat that had pinned him down.



Sam's mind turned off, while his body turned on auto-pilot. His rat tail lashed up, and pulled down the jock's pants to his knees. Sam's tail then pulled down his own jockstrap to reveal that hyper sized cock and balls. His body pressed down hard on the jock, while his hyper cock and balls rubbed against the jock's hairy thighs. Despite being in a mascot outfit, it felt as if he wasn't in one at all. To Sam, it felt as if he were as naked as the mascot outfit was. That hyper cock twitched eagerly as its sensitivity was heightened. The shaft raised upwards, and pressed up against the jock's asshole. "Oh look, you're fucking a furry. That must make YOU a furry!" Sam said through the outfit, oddly with enough clarity that his voice was understood perfectly.



"I'm not a fucking...ugn...help me out here guys!" The jock that was pinned down shouted. The musk from that mascot outfit made the jock's nose turn. He could feel the fur of the outfit, and the extra hair that was put on places, like the plenty of pubic hair, even if it was just an outfit, it felt so damn real.



The other jocks that watched were hesitant to help. Two of them grabbed onto Sam's arms to pry him off, but Sam's body didn't budge. Two more grabbed his legs, but even with four muscular jocks, they couldn't pull Sam off.



"If you want to help him, you can start by worshipping the strongest, biggest fucking guy in the room!" Sam barked. He was amazed at how well he felt that jock's firm ass through the mascot outfit. It was almost as if he wasn't wearing the outfit at all. He could feel the cock on the mascot uniform pulse and throb in unison with his own, as he slowly slid that huge hyper cock in the jock's ass. Whether it was from the sweat, or something else, his huge cock slid in perfectly.



"NO! MY ASS!" The jock shouted. His hands wrapped around Sam, and he tried to pull him off that way, but to no avail. Sam's thick muscular thighs kept his legs pinned from even able to do anything.



The remaining jocks were speechless at what unfolded. Of course they wanted to help their fellow jock out from Sam, but at the same time, Sam was damn powerful, as was that stench he constantly put out. There was also his musk, which felt so much stronger when that rat cock was revealed. The musk from Sam was so strong, it was almost...hypnotic. One of the jocks that tried to help free the first one, instead said. "Well...you are damn powerful..." although, he was quiet about it.



"Worship my armpits. Tell me how much they smell." Sam thought, deep in the back of his mind, that he would have never said such things, he would never DO such things, but he felt as if his body was on a high, one he didn't want to stop. His hyper sensitive cock twitched eagerly as he pushed it more and more into that jock's firm ass. The sensitivity through the suit was amazing, he was almost ready to cum then and there. His testicles swayed heavily and eagerly with the thought. He needed a bit more though. He raised his arms to show off the hairy armpits the mascot outfit had, and with it, the rank smell that it came with.



Two of the jocks leaned down beside Sam. There was something about his musk that, the longer those jocks stuck around, the harder Sam's orders were to disobey. "They reek." One of the jocks stated, with a normal tone. "They're so hairy and manly, and they smell like dead onions."



While his rat tail kept around the jock he was fucking, his hands grabbed the two jocks, and pulled them directly into his armpits. "More! Lick them! Rub them! Love them! And someone for god sakes worship my tight ass!"



Maybe it was something in the air, or maybe it was how intimidating Sam was. The jocks that first wanted to wrestle Sam off of the jock he was fucking, were now more hesitant. The two that Sam grabbed lightly licked his armpits in disgust, though at the same time, they felt compelled to. They mentally loathed it, but their bodies did what Sam wanted. Another jock leaned down to Sam's muscular tight ass, and slowly pushed his face up against it. It was still only just a mascot outfit, but to Sam, it felt like so much more.



Sam's tail let go of the jock he fucked, and instead pulled the jock's face that was near his ass, straight down into those ass cheeks. While it wasn't Sam's real ass, he could still feel his own ass spread for that face, and it made his hyper cock twitch with cum. The outfit he wore had a small hole for that cock, so his seed leaked directly into that jock's ass he was fucking. "MORE!" Sam demanded. His hands pushed the two jocks into those armpits.



Neither jock in his armpits could pull free from Sam's strong grasp. They slowly licked and nuzzled those armpits, though clearly they hated it. The other jock at his muscular rear did the same with his asshole. There was a hole for that asshole, so Sam could just barely feel that tongue on his, even though the mascot uniform should have been too large for that to have even been possible.

The jock he fucked? His attempts to break free were weakened severely. It wasn't that he was enjoying it, it was that Sam was just too strong for him to fight it, plus that hyper cock touched his asshole in the right spot to turn his body on, even if mentally he loathed the entire ordeal.



Sam's train of thought was empty. He lived in the moment, whatever part of him that would have been shy, timid, and afraid, it was all gone. He was living in the moment of having that body of his worshipped while he fucked someone, and god did it make him feel good. He thrust that mascot cock deep. He felt as if the cock on the mascot outfit, and his own cock, were one of the same, and when those balls on the mascot outfit twitched, he felt his balls twitch. He came from that cock, and his seed poured deep into that jock's ass. That huge cock and balls on the mascot uniform giving a ton of seed, like a rat anthro was supposed to do. His legs held the jocks tightly, while his arms and tail held the other jocks firmly when he came. Once he was finished, he let the three jocks go, but not the one he had pinned down.



The three jocks that were finally released wasted little time, and ran off. The stench of Sam's mascot outfit lingered on their faces, and even after thoroughly washing themselves, they would continue to smell for months to come, just from Sam alone. Sam had marked them with his filth. They were his jocks, and Sam damn well knew it.



The last jock that was still pinned moaned quietly. He came with Sam, not because he mentally enjoyed it, but because his body enjoyed having something huge in his ass like that, it was right up inside his ass, and it hit that perfect spot in him that turned him on against his will. "F-fucking...rat..." The jock mumbled. His body felt weak, and he felt absolutely pathetic.



"Now who's the furry? Who's the one that came with a rat cock in their ass?" Sam pulled out that huge cock, and smeared it on the jock's thigh before he went back to the employee locker room. He brought with him a huge amount of confidence. He was stronger than anyone in this gym was, he was sure of it. He deserved to be this gym's mascot. While he walked back to that locker room, he let that huge cock dangle out in the open for anyone to see, not caring who saw.



The manager waited for him in the locker room, with a big grin on his face. "I knew you were perfect for the job. After a performance like the one the cameras saw, you damn well deserve a raise. Why don't you take that outfit off, and then you can go celebrate?"



"Sounds good to me." Sam replied. He pulled up his jockstrap, and turned around to show off the zipper from behind on the mascot outfit. He hadn't seen his back, but the zipper no longer held a loose mascot outfit, but a tight one. Sam felt as if his skin was ready to burst through that outfit with a wrong flex or two. He took the crop top off, and tossed it aside.



The manager chuckled. He grabbed onto the top of the zipper, and pulled it down to where it ended, right above the mascot's tail. "There you go. You might need to wriggle a little bit to get out of it."



As the zipper on Sam's back split from being undone, the fake gray fur on the mascot suit gave way to...real gray fur underneath. Sam felt that rush of cold air on his back, but at the same time, he also felt so weird. As his head cleared from the events of what he did in that weight lifting room, he slowly came to realize just how tight the mascot outfit had become, and how much harder it was to pull himself out of it. "It's too tight. I don't get it. It wasn't this tight before." Sam flexed his fingers, and he watched the pink hands on the rat outfit flex perfectly with him. To Sam, it felt as if he wore a glove over that hand.



"The outfit stretches more than you think." The manager casually replied. He grabbed hold of the mascots head gently. "Try to pull your head back now."



Sam did just as the manager suggested. Amazingly, he was able to pull himself free, but the moment his head was free, he glanced in a nearby mirror. He looked at, not his normal lanky body, but the head of a muscular anthro rat, the head that looked EXACTLY like the mascot uniform, except as Sam blinked, the reflection blinked back. When Sam opened his mouth, so did the reflection. Everything about it was real, and he was out of that mascot outfit, at least partially. "W-what's going on?" He could feel his heartbeat begin to race with fear, but also with...arousal. Deep down, seeing himself in a big muscular body, was such a turn on. He knew he wasn't like that before though.



"You were hired to be the gym's mascot, Sam." The manager explained. "Do you really think you'd be wearing that smelly suit ALL the time?" the manager pulled the suit's arms free, and revealed Sam's arms were just the same as the suits, just as muscular, just as powerful, and just as hairy. Even Sam's body reeked as the outfit did.



Sam shook his head at that. He pulled up his arm, and he couldn't help but stare at it. It was furry, but it was also so powerful, and those muscles were definitely real, and very much his. "I wasn't going to be a mascot ALL the time though, it's not like I work here 24/7." He couldn't stop staring at himself as he talked, and he watched that rat muzzle open and close. His chest slowly expand and deflate. He raised his arms and saw all of that excessive black pubic hair that reeked. Sam used deodorant today, he shouldn't have smelled THAT bad.



"You're not thinking clearly, Sam." The manager tugged the outfit downward. Despite the fact the outfit had a jock strap, Sam was still naked underneath. So when the manager pulled down the pants, he revealed Sam's muscular legs, as well as that long lengthy rat tail, and that hyper cock and balls. "The stuff you did with the jock? You can do that kind of stuff EVERY DAY here. Imagine it. People will worship your body, they will love your armpits, your ass, your cock, and you'll tell them you got it here. The more people that work out here, the more money you'll get, and hell, even if you ever quit this job, you'll have NO problem getting a job as a model."



Sam stared down at his newly exposed cock and balls. They looked the same as the mascot outfit, hyper in size. When he touched them with his real rat hands, he shivered at how sensitive they were. The manager did have a point, he was super buff, and very well hung. What man wouldn't want to be him? What woman wouldn't want to have him? He could fuck anyone he wanted, whether or not they wanted it. He noticed all of that pubic hair he had too, and his chest hair, his leg hair, but he was a guy, he was supposed to be naturally hairy like that. "You have a point..." Sam muttered, as he stroked his now short hair. "But I smell so damn bad..." he couldn't think of a good reason to argue over being muscular or well hung, but his body did smell so horribly, as if the stench from the mascot was now his own natural odor.



"A shower could take care of that without any problems." The manager glanced over Sam's body. His feet weren't entirely pulled out of the outfit, but it was safe to assume they looked like the mascots. "But your smell is what makes you recognizable. It's what identifies people you've pounded in the ass, as your scent lingers on them, never to be removed. Don't you want to keep that stench?"



Maybe it was something that the outfit did to Sam's mind, or maybe it was something else entirely. Deep down, he still felt humiliated and embarrassed that he was now a super strong muscular rat anthro, but at the same time, his body was far more powerful, and far bigger. He had a constant sense of authority, that he was so much more important than other people were, except the manager that paid him, and paid him well. Sam wasn't sure how much money he was paid anymore, he wasn't big on numbers, but the amount of numbers he got seemed big to him. "I'll try it out." The manager had another point. Sam thought to himself that clearly, this manager was intelligent, smarter than Sam was anyways. Not that Sam realized, but being smarter than him wasn't exactly an impressive feat anymore.



"Good boy." The manager helped pull Sam out of the mascot outfit. He tossed the outfit aside, but he gave Sam some familiar clothes that the mascot wore, a white crop top, a jockstrap, and a green hat for his short hair. "See you tomorrow, then?"



Sam didn't think twice about it. He put on the outfit, and flexed in the mirror. His cock and balls were still barely hidden, as were his large nipples and pecs underneath the crop top. His armpits were still revealed, as were his arms entirely. He wore the hat backwards, and grinned at his reflection. "Abso...abso...sure!" Sam wasn't that big on fancy words either anymore, but he didn't seem to mind. He couldn't explain anything about why he was, what he was, or why he didn't mind it so much, but it was no big deal.



Sam left from the gym that day as a muscular buff rat anthro. He'd come back every day, even on days he didn't work. He'd show off his muscular bod, he'd make people worship his cock, his ass, his pits, whatever part of him that he thought they should worship. If they argued, he just proved his strength over theirs. Not once did he need that mascot outfit, as he was the mascot of the gym without it. It didn't take long to forget his old self, and have a good time with his new self, often fucking many people a day in that gym, usually other men, and Sam had never been happier.

