Jason smiled, his big meaty fists perched confidently on his hips, without a care he was blocking the doorway to the men's locker room. The tall, alpha male, lion was busy surveying his domain, the others would have to deal with it. While the lion is usually considered the king of the jungle, Jason had to settle to be the king of Jim's Gym. No... he doesn't own the place. Hell, he isn't even clear of his three-week trial membership yet! Nevertheless, while he might be a fresh face, he is the unquestionable alpha. A mega stud all the women wanted and the men wanted to be.
The big cat inhaled deeply as he finally swaggered out of the locker room, he even loved the smell of the gym. That rubbery, oily, metallic smell of the machines mixing with the musky scent from all these sexy bodies. That delightful odor was particularly pungent on that Tuesday, as Jim's Gym was packed! Furs of all shapes and sizes, plus a few humans, all taking advantage of the only gym in town that could cater to the challenging needs of the diverse hybrid population. It was the only place where a nine foot tall lion, like Jason, could find machines that wouldn't get crushed under his weight. The treadmill Jason was about to start jogging on, for example. Not only was it built heavy duty to survive his thundering paw steps, but also went nearly three times the speed of a regular treadmill to keep pace with the long, quick strides of a fur in full sprint.
Not that the big, lumbering cat could run anywhere close to the treadmill's top speed. No matter how impressive he was at lifting weights, Jason was remarkably slow: huffing and puffing as the lion's massive paws pounded, rather slowly, against the treadmill, while the canine on the treadmill right next to him was effortlessly running twice as fast with much shorter legs. His lack of speed didn't bother him, The towering, muscular giant likes to think of himself as a truck or better yet a bulldozer! Built for heavy lifting, not speed. He could push his way through anything with his incredible might. Still, while he might not be his most impressive on his 'cardio day', there was no doubt the big cat was the alpha of this gym. So, even if Jason would never win many foot races, he was still an impressive specimen. He was the biggest, strongest, and best looking in the gym! That made him the king, even if only in Jason's mind.
As king of the gym it was good to make sure there was a full crowd present so the peasants, namely all the betas and fat chicks, could be reminded who was the superior one. He loved watching as men stared with envy, all while their girlfriends gawked with lust. It also amused him how little difference there was between jealousy and arousal. Jason had, of course, dressed for the occasion. He wore no shirt, showing off his muscular arms and well developed six-pack, and a pair of expensive red workout shorts that were at least a size too small. The fabric clung to his impressive package, which practically burst from the seams, and bounced wildly with each step.
Only on that fateful afternoon, as Jason pounded the treadmill two women happened by, two hotties at that! A tall, stacked, redheaded husky woman walking side by side with a short and petite cat girl. Truth be told? The redhead was a little chunky for his tastes, a considerable gut hanging out the bottom of her sports bra and over the hem of her shorts. He much preferred the dark haired woman's lithe figure. Still, it wasn't very often he saw a woman who looked built enough to take a stud like him! Besides, it just wasn't the woman's belly that was fat. She had tits and ass that seemed to go on for days, and Jason loved that.
As the two sexy creatures walked by, their attention was, naturally, drawn to him and his sexy body proudly on display. Their heads turned in unison, keeping him in their line of sight as they walked by, checking out his figure shamelessly, which made Jason grin. Cleary these two bitches wanted some! Who could blame them? He smiled confidently and winked as if to say: "I see you ladies, and I like it!"
Yet, far from looking rightly impressed like they ought to have, both girls wore looks as if they were disgusted by the brash, shirtless man with entirely too tight workout shorts. The dark haired feline rolled her eyes, as if openly mocking Jason. She tapped her canine companion on her wide hip, which happened to be level with the much shorter woman's head. Apparently this was some type of code between two close friends or something, because the redhead openly laughed, shaking her head once they'd passed by.
A smaller, literally and figuratively, man might have faulted in that moment. Who wants girls to laugh at him? But Jason didn't care. He knew, no matter how they responded outwardly, it was just a front. What woman couldn't help but get turned on by a man like him? In a world of alphas and omegas it was a law of the universe, like gravity. If they wanted to act too cool for school? That was their loss and some other woman's gain!
