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How long it's been? A few months? Yeah. Barely a few months and yet it feels like it's always been like that.
This was the thought that crossed Mr. Wolf's mind as he was watching tv.
Just a few months since he and the rest of the gang (who were taking a walk right now, he felt like chilling) left jail.
A few months since they and Diane "got to work".
Officially, they were now consultants in security, helping banks or companies to test and upgrade their security sytems.
Officiously, they were... vigilantes? Yeah, that was the closest word. Infiltrating black companies or "criminals with good publicity" to steal proof and deliver them to the cops anonymously.
They didn't have the chance to do much on this point, but it already helped to make a difference.
It felt good.
And it felt good to finally not be a pariah anymore too.
Oh, there were still some wusses or jerks who ran away screaming at the sight of him or the others, but they went from "absolutely everyone" to "a dwindling minority".
Wolf sighed happily and buried himself a bit more in the couch of their new home's living room...
Alas, the doorbell rang, forcing him to move his butt to the door.
He found himself facing thin air.
Well, not exactly, there was a little package on the ground.
A package? It's way too late in the day to be the postman. Must be a personal delivery, but then why he didn't stay?
With some wariness, the pickpocket picked the package and closed the door.
In a car already far away, a man with extremely powerful binoculars saw it, and nodded to himself...

A collar?!
A collar, that was indeed what was in the package.
Who's the asshole who found that funny?! I- Wait. There's a post-it on it...
The wolf began reading the note.

To the Bad Guys,
Thank you so very much for putting that piece of shit Marmalade where he belongs!
I won't enter details, but suffice to know that he ruined my life, and I spent years yearning for revenge.
You gave it to me a little more than a year ago, and now that you're free anew, it's time for me to thank you!
The collar you're now holding is my greatest creation. Put it on, say loud and clear "Set 1, power up", and enjoy!
What it'll do? Not telling, that'd ruin the surprise! ;-p
I hope you'll like it, I sure did!
Your number 1 fan
PS: To deactivate it, say "Power down".
PPS: Mr. Snake, I'd recommend you grab shorts and shoes before trying it. Also, you have a special command: "Set 0, power up".
PPPS: Ms. Tarentula, the collar won't work on you. I'm truly sorry. I'm working on a specific gift for you.
PPPPS: Could you come and see me? My address' written in the package.

"A "Thank You" gift?" muttered Wolf, surprise and interrogations filling his mind.
The biggest one being what the hell that collar did.
Now that he calmed down and was really looking at it, he could see that it looked extremely high-tech.
The leader of the Bad Guys took his decision and put the collar on.
At his shock, the collar, a bit too big for his neck, "constricted" to fit it perfectly.
Wolf hesitated a few seconds before saying the words of the note:
"Set 1, power up."
Not even one second after he finished his words, the collar lightened up, and he began feeling a strange sensation invade his entire body.
It felt like something was constricting his body.
No, he realized that something was constricting his body: his own clothes.
His own clothes now painfully stretched over a body build far bigger than it should be.
"WHAT THE?!" yelled the mastermind as he witnessed his normally thin torso and arms bulk up, his muscles swelling to professional bodybuilder size and beyond, making tears form all over his suit.
The lower part of the suit held better, but it certainly wasn't because his legs stayed normal. Not only his legs were swelling like crazy, but his crotch was bulging bigger than it should too.
And the way everything around him seemed to lower and shrink indicated that he was growing taller too.
After a few more intense moments, the growth spurt ended.
Wolf looked all over himself.
Judging by how smaller everything around him looked, he had roughly doubled in height.
His sleeves had completely exploded, letting two gargantuan arms, worthy of Hulk, bulge and flex freely.
The rest of his suit had fared a bit better. Some buttons had flown away, allowing a peek at humoungous pecs and abs, that the rest of the suit did a poor job of hiding anyway.
His pants were stretched to their extreme limits by legs that rivaled tree trunks in width, and a monstrous bulge that would make every other man in the world green with envy.
He was huge.
And he felt incredibly strong, powerful.
He felt like he could destroy a wall with one punch, tear apart a safe door without effort, stop a charging police car with one finger.
And now that the shock weakened, he realized that it felt...
Good.
Oh, not as good as the Tingling (the name they gave to the sensation doing good gave them), but surprisingly close.
"Now THAT'S the kind of gift I like!" smirked Wolf, flexing his overpowered arms bigger and savoring the sensations it brought.

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48670562/
Mr. Wolf © Aaron Blabey and Dreamworks