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The city bus waited for Leonard's feet to hit the pavement before shutting its doors behind him, leaving the dalmatian with his backpack on the sidewalk that led to his dad's house. He'd been looking forward to spending time with his old man since he lived in the next city over, and the last chance they had to see each other unfortunately landed on a time when they were both swamped with their own respective work.

He walked less than a block before he was in front of where his father lived, which still looked the exact same on the outside as when they first moved into it all those years ago. It floored him that it had already been three years since he'd moved out for school and his dad didn't change a damn thing.

For a dalmatian, Leonard was actually on the petite side. He stood at an even five feet and was lankier than nearly everyone else that he met. Not that it bothered him, of course, as his life goals were entirely academic, meaning that his stature wasn't a hindrance in the slightest. Sure, it would've been nice to at least have been half of a foot taller, but he was confident in himself, nonetheless.

His dad couldn't have been more different looking in comparison. Unlike him, the elder dalmatian towered over people at a height of just over six-and-a-half feet, with a stocky body filled out with lean muscle that only came after decades of hard work. However, he had been shown pictures of his old man at a similar age to him now, and the gangly dog in those photos looked nearly identical to him if height was ignored. It proved that he had the genes to shape himself up should he ever want to.

Using the key that his father instructed to keep with him, Leonard opened the door and was greeted with the sight of the living room, looking decidedly cleaner than when he used to live there. He had to chuckle at the telltale signs of the couch being deep cleaned - that was a first for his dad!

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the older dog yet. He figured that his dad was in the back and didn't hear the front door open. "Hey dad, I'm here." He shut the door behind him and waited for a response, only to be left there in silence. "Dad?" It caught him off-guard that his father wasn't around. Maybe a last-second trip to the store was needed?

A note on the kitchen table actually explained what was going on. Leonard's dad worked as an archaeologist, and, unfortunately, was required to head to a dig site on the other side of the country the day before. That sucked, but the last paragraph said that he'd be back by Monday. Seeing as it was Saturday already, that meant that he had to deal with a couple days of being alone. Piece of cake!

He meandered over to his room, graciously kept the way it was for whenever he had an opportunity to visit. All the memories he'd made there flooded back into his brain, giving him a jolt of serotonin when he looked at all the pieces of memorabilia neatly organized on the shelves by his bed. If there was one place that gave him peace, it was here.

Sadly, Leonard didn't have more of a chance to reminisce as the doorbell suddenly rang. It was Saturday morning, who could it be?

With a spring in his step, he made it to the front door and looked through the peephole to see who was there, only to watch a delivery driver walk down the driveway back to their idling truck. The sight alleviated his concerns, especially when he opened the door and saw that it was just his dad receiving a package.

Leonard wondered how best to handle the box that just arrived. Normally when he still lived there, they'd open each other's mail if the other wasn't there and just let them know later what was up. This package, however, wasn't any sort of bill or junk mail, but instead something sent from one of his father's archaeology associates. He felt it was strange that it got delivered here instead of to his old man's place of work.

It took him a few moments to mull it over. On one hand, this was probably something important that should be left for when the older dog returned. On the other hand, getting shipped through commercial mail routes couldn't have been good for the contents of the box, and he thought he should at least check to see if there was any damage done. He made the decision to open it up, seeing that it contained... a statue of a hyper-muscled, hyper-sexed male wolf. What the fuck?!

Leonard momentarily lost the ability to speak when he saw the idol amidst the packing material. "Hell of a centrepiece, dad..." Was this something related to his dad's research? It seemed pretty old, which would make sense. Then again, he knew that his father's colleagues had an interesting sense of humour and had given him plenty of strange gifts over the years. But this, by far, was the weirdest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

He gently picked up the statue just in case it was important, though he was careful not to touch its... endowment. It wasn't like he really cared since it was just an inanimate object, but this could be a genuine piece of history and he didn't want his dad to come home to something important being broken. Plus, it'd just be rude to whatever culture it came from.

Leonard had to admit, there was a lot of care put into the idol that he didn't realize could be done with rudimentary tools. The figure's grotesquely immense musculature had far more detail lovingly carved into it than he thought considering its possible age.

Well, the statue seemed to be in good condition. Not wanting to really inspect it much more than that, he gingerly placed it back into its box and set it on the table where it'd be put out of his mind. It wouldn't be difficult to forget about since he brought homework with him that he intended on finishing as soon as he could.

Leonard ambled back to his room and opened his backpack, about to pull his schoolwork out when he stopped and realized something. His entire academic career thus far was him working at his desk in his dorm room, taking notes at the desks in his various classrooms, and then studying in a cubicle in the school library. It only dawned on him then that he'd been hunched over with his nose in his books the whole time, and that he could actually be way more comfortable when doing his work. With that, he grabbed his stuff and headed out to the couch in the living room.

A smile wormed its way across his face when he draped his lithe body across the decades-old sofa, reveling in its familiarity. The couch cushions had contoured to his body shape when he used to live there, and he was happy to note that he could still feel that even today.

Now comfortable, Leonard pulled out his textbook on thermodynamics and dug into the chapter that he was meant to read. The topic was difficult for quite a lot of people who took the course, but he always joked that the book was a riveting experience if one read enough of it.

It didn't take him long after he started to realize why he tended to stick to sitting at desks when working - he was falling asleep! The combination of the dense wordage of the book mulching his brain and the utter relaxation felt throughout his body was enough to cause the textbook to slip onto his torso and send him off to his dreams.

With the spotty dog out like a light, everything went quiet again. It was peaceful in a way that it never was when he actually lived there. Days that he had the house to himself were few and far between, but he always made use of them whenever he could.

This wasn't one of those times as, unbeknownst to Leonard, he wasn't alone.

He didn't realize it, but the idol that got delivered wasn't an effigy of a leader of some ancient civilization, but instead of a hyper-muscled fertility god that once had legions of followers. He was worshipped by all in the area that he ruled over, showered with praise whenever he bestowed his hyper-sexual powers onto a man that he deemed worthy. He was loved, and life was good.

Then, things had changed. Slowly but surely, he began hemorrhaging followers, not only from people losing their faith, but from younger, upstart gods muscling into his territory. He was one of the greatest gods that ever existed, with a body of incalculable size that dwarfed entire universes at his peak, but he learned that none of that mattered if he didn't have followers. Hell, even his name was lost to the sands of time once the last native speaker of his language passed on.

Despite his colossal body, he felt weaker than gods multitudes smaller in size than him. Not like they cared; they regarded him to be a relic of a bygone era! Eventually, they grew tired of him trying to gain his place back, and they sealed him into something where he couldn't interfere with them anymore - the statue.

The deity seemed to be forever trapped in the idol due to not having the power to free himself, but he learned long ago that he could manifest his energy into the corporeal world. He might not experience a life of bliss and godlike physique anymore, but he more than certainly could live vicariously through another being. It was a long and arduous search for someone worthy enough to receive his blessing in these modern times, however, as he could tell that anyone vain enough to want his gift wasn't pure enough in heart to earn it. He just had to wait patiently for the right person to come along.

And just by sheer coincidence did the dalmatian happen upon him. He was overjoyed! It'd been literal millennia since he'd last endowed his powers onto a mortal man, and now he'd found someone after eons of searching.

Admittedly, the bookish dog was a tad underwhelming in appearance, especially with such a short height, but he could easily work with that. While it wasn't enough to break free from his confines, the god had a lot of latent energy pent up that he wanted to lavish upon this dalmatian. He wanted to let the canine experience what his old body was like - powerful muscles that obscenely bulged outwards with every flex; a leviathan pillar of masculinity paired with testosterone factories that had gushed out whole galaxies at once; hair carpeting his deific form, including a luscious mane cascading down his back; and a delicious, musky aroma that wafted from his monumental musculature, certain to grab the attention of those around him. This dalmatian would look like a mortal facsimile of himself, even at five feet tall.

With his mind made up, the god immediately got to work. The eyes on the idol glowed a neon green for a moment and then stopped. It looked like nothing had happened, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. It was only a matter of time before his benevolence would manifest itself.

Leonard awoke when he heard the sound of the textbook hitting the ground. Yawning, he rubbed his eyes while his lanky legs stretched themselves over the arm of the couch. He felt like he'd been out for some time, but his phone showed that barely an hour had passed. Well, so much for doing schoolwork.

The rest of the day was uneventful as he puttered around the house, completely unaware of the god's handiwork. At one point he looked in the fridge as his stomach rumbled and saw that his father nearly stocked the entire thing with proteins of various kinds, as he always had. It made total sense to him as to how his old man could maintain his physique.

At one point in the evening, Leonard felt an itching down his back that he wasn't used to. For whatever reason, his shirt felt a bit tighter than it normally did, riding up his body more than it normally did. He cursed himself, thinking that he'd let it shrink in the wash. It'd have to do for now.

What was even stranger was that he swore that he could smell something particularly funky as the day went on. It didn't seem like it came from anywhere in the house when he looked around, which was odd, and yet the scent persisted. That's when he got the idea to get a whiff of his clothing, which - lo and behold - was the source of the smell. It confused him because he thought that he wasn't active enough to produce a scent, but the proof was evident. He'd just have to be more thorough when he bathed.

That would be something that Leonard did tomorrow as it was close to his bedtime now. Trying, and failing, to stifle a yawn, he slipped under the covers of his bed and got comfortable. Despite not living there anymore, there was still a level of familiarity present. He fell asleep in a matter of moments.

***

Mornings were not Leonard's favourite time of day, as evident by how hard he dragged himself out of bed. Every movement was punctuated by a grunt, especially when it came to getting onto his feet. Standing felt like a chore when he could just go back to sleep.

He figured that a shower might help him wake up. Barely conscious, he stumbled his way to the washroom, managing to make it in spite of the exhaustion set into his bones.

Leonard yawned again as he set the temperature of the shower, needing to take a second to remember how it's done. That was the time that he used to strip out of his clothes, this being no different. It seemed like some of his old routines still existed in his head after all these years.

The steaming heat given off enticed him inside the stall, where he let the water cascade down his body in an attempt to awaken himself down to his soul. It was marginally helpful, but not perfect.

Recalling how he was able to smell himself the night before, Leonard started lathering body wash all over the offending areas. He tried to think of what could be the cause. Maybe the heat was on, and he just didn't notice it? It was certainly-

He stopped in his tracks. His hands detected something wrong, but his brain wasn't awake enough to register what at first. Slowly, he rubbed his fingers along his torso, stopping once he felt...

"Abs?" Leonard's jaw fell agape at the realization. Due to his natural aversion to pretty much all kinds of exertion, not once had his abdominals ever showed up. Yet here they were, as visible as day, though significantly more tangible.

He could've stared at them for hours if he wanted to, but he had things that he wanted to accomplish in that time. He hastily exited the shower after shutting it off and dried himself off to get a better look.

Yup, Leonard had genuinely defined abs now, from seemingly out of nowhere. The science behind it said that it was an impossibility; by all accounts this shouldn't have happened. So why did it? He honestly couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

Ugh, and his hair was getting shaggy too. He had to wipe the mirror a bit to get a better look, but it seemed like there was more fur on the top of his head now. He'd have to remember to get a trim when he got home.

Unfortunately for Leonard, he didn't think to pack another set of clothes, so he was stuck wearing the same things that he wore the day before. Normally he didn't mind, but he might have to get them washed if the smell got too bad.

But that could wait. What he wanted more than anything at the moment was to get something in his stomach. He didn't know why, but he felt extraordinarily hungry, moreso than he usually did. Trying to justify it, he chalked it up to not eating enough yesterday. It was just that being hungrier than usual after discovering muscles that he never used to have made him a tad uneasy.

There were more than enough leftovers in the fridge for Leonard to sink his teeth into, which was fantastic because he was starving. Part of a rotisserie chicken was picked clean, with the meat being added to a couple sandwiches that he wolfed down without a second thought. He could always count on his dad to have something in the house to eat.

Finally sated, he went back to his room to work on an assignment. He liked to listen to music while he worked and managed to snag a set of headphones that fit comfortably over his ears. There were times that he forgot that he was even wearing them.

Now settled at the desk in his room, Leonard flipped his textbook open to the relevant chapter and began working on the problem set given. He wouldn't say that these questions were particularly hard, it was just that some of them could take a lengthy period of time given what was asked of him. But that was alright with him, he had nothing better to do with his time.

Every so often he had to stop and tug at his shirt collar a bit. He didn't remember this top being so snug before, but he was definitely aware of it now.

Leonard was diligent in his work, his pencil markings filling up page after page of his notebook. He told people many times that this stuff wasn't all that difficult, it was just time consuming, though it seemed like quite a number of them conflated the two. Whatever, that was their problem in the end.

Once finished with his thermodynamics work, he pushed himself to his feet and removed his headphones, only to feel what seemed like hair falling onto his forehead. His eyes grew wide as saucers.

It was only then that Leonard realized that he'd been holding his breath, unable to even fathom the existence of hair on the top of his head. He thought back to that morning, specifically how he thought that he'd been letting his hair get too long. That was thrown out of the window as he now knew that it had grown since he had been here. But how was that possible?

He was about to head to the restroom to actually see it for himself, when the sleeve of his shirt rubbing against his arm caught his attention. There he made another startling discovery - he had biceps!

Leonard's mind swam with questions as to how this could possibly make any semblance of sense. He had never tried to workout in any capacity, so the existence of this kind of musculature literally broke the fundamental laws of thermodynamics that he was just studying. How could this get any worse?

Quite easily, in fact. When he took off his shirt, he gasped at what he saw; the biceps were only the start - he had firm muscles all over his spotted body, even below the belt too when he stripped out of his pants.

And that's when a more shocking revelation was uncovered - Leonard's cock had also grown. Now that, above anything else experienced thus far, was an impossibility!

He was beside himself in both confusion and terror. How could this be happening? Was this a curse that he unknowingly got placed on him before he came? Was he the unwitting guinea pig in a top secret experiment? Was this some kind of latent growth spurt that only the men in his bloodline went through? That actually could explain how his dad got as big as he did. He was certainly looking like his old man right now, just with much longer hair. He still couldn't explain that one.

The one thing that Leonard didn't let himself do was panic. Somehow, someway, he could come up with a reason for all of this. He'd just have to think long and hard about it, but for how long?

Not wanting to spend the whole day freaking out, he tried his best to distract himself however he could. He looked around the house until he learned that his dad still kept his old games around. It was perfect; he could easily pass the time with those!

Day turned into night as the dalmatian played away, moving through games whenever he felt like he'd had enough with the current one, while munching on snacks to keep himself sustained. It appeared that some memories that he'd had as a kid had been clouded with nostalgia. Although some of his games held up over the years, others succumbed to their poor design and muddy graphics, becoming a product of their time. He wasn't too cut up about it as he knew that it was bound to happen.

Thinking that now was a perfect time to take a break, Leonard got up, only to immediately stop when he heard a rip when he moved. He hadn't noticed during all those hours of gaming, but his shirt had grown from snug to tight, and there was now a small tear at the top of it.

It allowed him to see that the pectorals that were just starting to be a thing before noon had grown into slabs of beef that most any athlete would be proud to possess. Curiously, he observed that he'd actually sprouted thick, black chest fur between them, matching the long, soft hair on his head that he admittedly liked running his fingers through.

What hit Leonard the hardest was that the smell that he noticed yesterday paled in comparison to how strong it was now. It was undeniably coming from him and was especially potent wherever he grew body hair. He'd put deodorant on like he always did, but it seemed like it had no effect, like his own scent was too powerful to match it. It was rather embarrassing to him, but he sort of... enjoyed the way that he smelled, as evident by his python chubbing up in his pant leg.

That was something else surprising that he observed. He'd gone from having an average-sized phallus when he first got here, to pornstar-sized earlier that day, to a schlong that was over a foot in length, if the growing stain at his knee was any indication. It was almost too much for him to handle.

Leonard saw that he'd left the television on and went to reach down for the remote, only to stop dead in his tracks when he felt the back of his jeans tear all the way down his ass. Those were the only pants that he had with him, and it killed him inside that they used to be a size too large for him.

Another quick movement shredded one of his shirt sleeves, which was when he gave up entirely. He looked like a damn bodybuilder wearing children's clothes! His situation seemed more and more hopeless, and he thought it'd be best if he just tore off what he was wearing. There was no salvaging anything.

With one problem solved came another right behind it - Leonard was leaking like a broken faucet, and the reason was apparent. Not only had his doghood shot up in length and girth, but so, too, did his balls. Gone were the eggs that he used to have; in their place were grapefruits that he immediately knew were only going to keep growing. The worst part was that every single square inch of his junk was sensitive as hell and would only get moreso. How could someone live while being his horny?!

He couldn't think of how, which instead gave him the idea to hit the hay early and see if things would taper off overnight. He even had exactly the thing to keep himself from drooling precum everywhere - XL condoms. They were a joke gift that his friends gave him when he became an adult, but now they were sadly the perfect size for him.

Once the living room was cleaned up, Leonard set about getting himself into bed, cringing when he heard the springs creak more than they ever did. Whatever, they still held his weight.

He wasn't used to how bulky his body was now, a bit miffed that turning onto his side wasn't really much of an option anymore with all this dense heft. He convinced himself that this was just a momentary setback, and he was going to see that his growth would stop by morning. He just needed sleep.

***

As if in stark contrast to the previous day, Leonard was having the most amazing dream that morning. It wasn't much of a concrete experience, but it was lucid nonetheless, an aspect that he greatly appreciated. He always marveled at how he was able to see things, even feel or smell them too.

Wait, smell?

He awoke with a huff, but it didn't do him any good as it turned out that his muzzle was stuck in place. It took him a moment to identify that his nose was buried deep into something hard and unmoving. Only whatever it was did move.

Leonard noticed that it was actually two things once his vision started coming back to him. Two things that moved simultaneously, both rock-solid, furry... and spotted?

They were his pecs; his nose was jammed into his pectoral valley.

With blood rushing through his veins, Leonard jumped out of bed, only to fumble trying to pull himself up. Panic rushed through his nervous system as he scrambled to right himself, landing on all fours while his heart ran a mile a minute. It was only then that he noticed that his bed had collapsed under his behemothian weight. What happened in his sleep?!

The answer was obvious - his body had ballooned in size like he had a proclivity for growth. But that was absurd, he wasn't a bodybuilder. How could this happen to him?

Come to think of it, with his pecs jutting out as they did, Leonard didn't need to see anything else to know that he far outsized any professional bodybuilder. One of his biceps alone was bigger than his head when flexed, yet it didn't hold a candle to the arm it was attached to! Sinewy bulk had bunched together into corded muscle so densely packed that it put steel cables to shame. They couldn't even rest by his torso because of how much meat was packed into them!

Oh god, he was so horny. He couldn't see anything past his prodigious pec shelf, but he could certainly feel his colossal shaft - a monument to canine virility that shoved itself in between those chest boulders. It throbbed and leaked all over the place. Wait, that meant that the condom broke! Sure enough, the amount of pre produced popped it overnight, pooling its contents around the broken bed frame. And it still kept coming by the bucketload!

That was because of the gargantuan cum tanks fighting for space between his overmuscled legs. Leonard's quads might've been wider than the average person's waist, but those orbs of his far outsized them. They audibly churned with potent dogbatter, waiting to unleash his essence all over his bedroom floor. Under no circumstances could he let that happen! It was already hard enough to stay focused as is.

While he couldn't move his head much due to traps that tickled his ears, he could feel that his hair had also grown long, now flowing in an exquisite, onyx mane down his mountainous back. He felt like the lead of a romance novel, and while he wanted to see for himself, he discovered that he was too big to fit through his doorway, even sideways! Why did that make him spurt even harder?

Wait, what? His bottom lip had grown too? Leonard couldn't see much, but a cursory once-over with his teeth indicated that, yes, it had puffed up into something that someone could chew on during a kiss. As if someone would kiss him like this!

He was horrified, not only by his transformation, but also by the fact that it happened over the course of a weekend. He'd become some kind of muscle freak, and for seemingly no reason. Yeah, these muscles, his cock, this hair, and the smell - oh god, the smell! It was so strong and heady and masculine-

It was as if Leonard's body had been waiting for him to intake his own scent. The dalmatian's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his muscles tensed in unison with one another. His fat endowment pulsed with need before it geysered creamy spunk against the opposite wall, nearly powerful enough to shoot a hole through it. He found it abhorrently perverse how much he was actually enjoying himself.

He'd been jizzing himself senseless for literal minutes before the stream began to peter out. The floor was covered in pearlescent cum, with some leaking out into the hallway and him too big to clean any of it up. There wasn't any possible way that it could get worse.

As if the universe was listening so that it could try and torment him, Leonard's dad opened the front door at exactly that moment. "Hey Lenny, I'm finally home! Did my package arrive at all? I wanna study it tonight." The dalmatian Adonis froze in place as he heard his father stop walking to the kitchen, and instead made a beeline for his room. "Hey kiddo, what's that smell?"