Herc yawned and sat up, slowly sitting up in bed so he wouldn't disturb Nanette, who was still sleeping beside him.

Groggily, he shuffled out of bed and stretched, lifting his massive arms above his head. Upon catching a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror, he lowered his arms a bit and flexed his biceps, smiling as he watched the muscles tighten and bulge under his fur.

His arms were 36 inches in diameter, or at least they were the last time Nanette measured. Herc had never been one for measurements: He worked out solely to relax, the gym was his refuge. Getting bigger was an added bonus, though sometimes it could be both a blessing and a curse.

Herc stood there, letting his mind drift off. 36 inches was bigger than a lot of guys waists, he began thinking to himself...

Suddenly he felt a pair of hands caressing his wide lats from behind.

“Morning, big guy,” Nanette spoke, nuzzling his fluffy neck.

“Morning,” he replied, smiling.

Nanette worked her hands lower, stroking his thick obliques.

“I hope you weren’t planning on getting out of bed just yet,” she continued, kneeling down.

"Mmmm. You had other plans?"

"You know what they say about ligers?" she asked, and began to stroke Herc's thigh, which was wider than her torso.

"What do they say about us?" Herc responded, smiling.

“A body as big as a tiger’s and a libido as big as a lion’s," she continued.

"I'm bigger than a tiger..."

Nanette smiled sarcastically. "Come here, big guy..."