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It was just like old times.

Many years had passed since Jack had last seen Legoshi – he'd since enrolled as a student at Dodome University – but the two of them had recently happened upon each other again at the supermarket and they started chatting up a storm. One thing led to another and Jack had been invited over to the lupine's apartment to hang out just like old times, with both wondering how they ended up drifting apart in the first place.

Their conversations started where they normally would in that situation – what they'd been up to since Cherryton, what they were doing now, if they had a job, if they were seeing anyone, among other topics. Once that had passed, however, it all naturally drifted back to their shared interests from back at the Academy. Video games had never stopped being played, their favourite foods hadn't changed, and they even asked each other if they missed their old dorm; a laugh was shared when neither did.

But while a lot stayed the same, not everything did.

Of course things would feel different when the friend you knew as a weedy wolf in school ended up becoming a massive muscle mountain come adulthood. Jack couldn't be certain what exactly happened – mostly because the reason was never mentioned and he didn't want to pry – but at some point, Legoshi had blimped into a veritable titan of herculean beef and had no way of going back.

Sure, the other canine didn't let it stop him from enjoying life, but it was undeniable how much of an impact was felt. Jack was sitting on the largest furniture he'd ever seen in his life, necessary in order to support the weight of someone best measured in tons, and yet still succumbed to the heftiness of the beast; clothes that the average person could wear wouldn't even fit a colossal limb; and it was the only place of residence he'd ever been to with a kitchen that had more than one fridge. Everything about the other canine's lifestyle had been supersized, and he felt like an ant because of it.

But besides that, it was like they picked up where they left off.

Food and drinks were shared, and while he could only handle so much, Legoshi made sure to leave nothing behind. All that mass meant a lot of calories were needed to maintain it, that furnace of a stomach making meals vanish thanks to a fast metabolism. It was a bit awe-inspiring to watch the lupine shovel things down without thinking about it, knowing how he'd have to stop after a few minutes of gorging. A body that weighed more than cars did meant that not even alcohol slowed the towering wolf. Several cases of beer had been bought for that evening; Jack had three bottles while Legoshi finished everything else.

Somehow, none of it seemed to have an effect on the muscle beast. Enough booze had been consumed to tranquilize an entire family of elephants, and yet the enormous canine appeared like he was sober. If anything, it was a neat party trick!

Eventually, the change of light out the window indicated things should be wrapping up, with Jack thinking it was time to head home. It was nice to catch up, but he had a life to get back to the next day.

He happened to be the only one who thought that way. “Hey, where are you going?"

“Oh," Jack thought it was obvious, “I was gonna head out. I've got school first thing tomorrow."

“Dodome, right?"

Jack nodded. “Yeah, it is. Why do you ask?"

“Because that's not far from here!" A smile brightened Legoshi's face. “You can totally crash here and have plenty of time to make it to class."

“Oh, I wouldn't be imposing?"

“No way, I've got plenty of room." That much was obvious. “You're free to sleep with me in my bed, but you can also take the couch if that's your preference."

The offer was unexpected to be sure, but Jack wasn't certain if he should accept. “You're being too generous as it is, so I wouldn't want to disturb you any more than I have to." He considered declining, but a part of him thought the idea of having actual time in the morning to simply exist instead of dedicating it all to getting ready sounded like an idea he should've welcomed years ago. “I'm fine with the couch."

“Cool, you should have plenty of room here." Just then, Legoshi's face lit up, all but jumping out of the world's biggest loveseat. “Oh, hang on. I can probably find something more comfortable for you to wear."

It was only when his friend had gotten up that Jack realized just how massive everything in the apartment really was. He'd never seen a doorway as wide as the one the wolf just walked through. The cup he was given to drink out of needed both hands to hold, and he had to wonder how far off from a litre its volume was. That wasn't to say anything about the coffee table it was sitting on being nearly the size of a small car. In fact, everything about this apartment seemed to break records for either size or durability, as the doorknob to the front entrance should realistically have far more finger indents notching the metal than it did.

And the outfit the lupine wore – that must've cost a small fortune! Every garment stretched across that impossible frame looked painted on, like the fabric was actively stitched together overtop of every bulging muscle. It had him wonder what he'd be presented with. Truth be told, he was fine wearing the clothes he walked in with, but he wasn't about to dismiss the other man's hospitality.

“Okay, here we go."

Jack turned around, his eyes wide as saucers. That had to be the largest shirt he'd ever seen in his life, maybe even bigger than the one currently worn by the wolf. Every single part of his brain said that he'd be swimming in something so big, but there was no way he could turn down the other canine, especially now. At least it appeared comfortable.

He was right; this thing was massive. It wasn't so much the fact that the T-shirt sleeves effortlessly reached his wrists that made him feel ridiculous, it was more so the fact that the entire thing was more akin to a dress with how the bottom hung past his knees. Or maybe it was more of a poncho. Either way, the lack of any pants to go with it had him feeling a bit underdressed in spite of being able to use the shirt like a sleeping bag. “You wouldn't happen to have anything I could wear below the belt, would you?" Belying his tremendous size, Legoshi zipped down the hallway once more, only to come back with a set of track pants that several averaged-sized people could wear at once. “On second thought, I think this will work just fine."

If there was one thing Jack could take issue with – and he still really didn't want to say anything – it was that, despite obviously being thoroughly cleaned, the material reeked of wolf musk. Legoshi must be blind to it by this point since there wasn't much the man could do to hide it, but it was evidently apparent to him, to the point that he wondered if it was best to just sleep topless.

And then the thought of Legoshi waking up before him popped into his head. It sounded a bit goofy if one were to ask him, but he couldn't help thinking that his friend would be upset if he were to take the top off, like his generosity wasn't being appreciated.

Eh, he'd suck it up; it was just one night. If he happened to find himself crashing there again, he'd make sure to bring a change of clothes that actually fit him.

The thing really was comfortable though.

***

Bright sunlight filtered through the blinds directly above the couch where Jack lay. A twitch happened here and there as his mind slowly regained consciousness, though his exhaustion made him not want to rise so soon. He had time; what was the rush?

Especially when he felt as good as he did. He wasn't sure what the reason was – could be the shirt he was swaddled in, or even the expansive couch he slept on – but his body felt like it was on cloud nine. Gradually, however, his mind buzzed as thoughts returned to him, active enough to understand sensory input from the room around him. However the cotton was woven, it made his hand not want to leave it, though the position he was in wasn't the comfiest and forced him to shuffle around if he wanted to continue lying there. There was a definite chance he'd be back, though, as the whole—

His eyes shot open. Blood rushed through his veins from an accelerated heart beat. What was that he just felt? He knew immediately, but he wanted to ensure it wasn't just his mind being groggy. Carefully he edged his tired hand back to where the offending sensation was felt, shame burning his cheeks when his suspicions were confirmed true.

He was hard as a goddamn rock.

His first instinct was to hide it, though that wasn't difficult considering the cloak of a shirt he was wearing hid everything as it was. But that tickled an inquisitive part of his brain. Why was he so erect? His heavy breathing actually gave him a clue.

The T-shirt was so drenched in the wolf's musk that he'd been breathing it in all night, the scent having become rather pleasant from excessive exposure. But even then, that struck him as weird. He'd never thought of Legoshi like that at all, but given how the powerful stench hit his olfactory nerve with such a punch, he believed anyone would end up like him in his situation.

But it was only then that he remembered there was more than just him in the apartment. Instantaneously his head sprung up from where he rested, swiveling around to see if there was any activity going on. He didn't see anything, but he also didn't hear anything. Strange. A man that made tanks look slim should be one of the loudest things a person could hear indoors, and yet he heard nothing.

“Legoshi?" He called out, hoping to hear a response.

Nothing.

A thought crossed his mind that maybe a closed door was actually enough to muffle any sound coming from the towering behemoth and that his friend was merely sleeping, but as soon as he hopped off the couch to check, his eyes caught how the rack by the front door was missing an oversized pair of shoes.

Huh, he was alone. It happened to be in someone else's place, which was weird, but it meant he didn't have to embarrass himself with a throbbing erection that he struggled to flag.

He reasoned the lupine was already on his way to work. He never did find out where the hulking titan's job was, but he remembered hearing that Legoshi said his body was 'put to good use,' whatever that was supposed to mean. But he wasn't expecting to be alone so early, he thought he'd have some time to chat with the wolf before going—

Class was in ten minutes. Panic made him freeze, his cock softening in fear.

He took a deep breath to try and centre himself in order to rationally analyze the situation. The clock on the wall could be wrong for a number of reasons – that was a very real possibility. It could be set to a different time to begin with, or the batteries in the back could be running out and causing it to fail. And while it was morning at that moment for sure, that didn't mean—

His phone said the same thing. “Shit!" He jumped from the spot he'd been planted in from dread, racing around the place to gather his stuff together. This was why he didn't normally drink on a day when he had early classes – he was too much of a lightweight to not sleep like a baby afterwards. He even missed the alarm he set last night!

First things first, however.

What was once a snug bedroll for him to sleep in, the shirt had since turned on Jack, now forcing him to struggle out like it was fighting to keep him in. Eventually he made it out – not that much of a victory in his books given the circumstances, but it was one he'd take.

A new issue then arose, one that his nose immediately sussed out. Even five more minutes would be enough to take a quick shower, and it was to his chagrin he couldn't have one because his entire body smelled like the muscle monster wolf. His cheeks went rosy when he discovered the aroma wasn't as unpleasant as it was supposed to be.

But he didn't have the time. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed whatever possessions he brought with him and hightailed it out of there, only stopping to ensure the door was properly locked. Were he sleeping at his place, he'd be well on his way to missing his first class. As he was here, he'd make it on time for sure, but just.

***

Maybe it wasn't such a hot idea to go to school that day at all. Not because of the odour – he sat at the back of every class so as to not offend any of the other students – but because he'd been out of it all morning. It had to be the alcohol. Being with Legoshi awakened the younger part of him that he didn't see all that often anymore, the one that binged sake shots the night of his graduation without feeling much different the day after. But he wasn't quite that young anymore, and the amount he consumed last night was more than enough to knock him on his ass given how little he drank these days.

His notes were a jumbled mess of incoherent scribblings, to the point where he accidentally wrote on top of stuff he'd already jotted down, but it was all he could do to guarantee he got as much information copied from the boards at the front of every class. He quietly groaned at his minor setback, but he could easily compare his writing with someone else's after to make sure everything was in order. Probably when he'd taken care of his bigger problem.

But his attention span was certainly suffering. The hangover made him feel like he was missing sleep in spite of getting more, and it made him thirsty as all hell; he made sure to stop by a fountain between every class just to keep himself hydrated.

After what felt like hours of grueling effort just to keep himself invested in his courses, he finally had a break in his schedule. Exhaustion hit him hard as all his movements felt sluggish. He stifled a yawn as he shoved all his stuff in his bag, ready to head to the cafeteria to try and energize with a bite to eat, only for his bladder to scream louder. Guess he ought to take care of that first.

Sweet relief. A sigh involuntarily slipped from his lips as the pressure in his abdomen diminished, his eyes closing at the first moment of relaxation he'd gotten since he woke up. Being able to loose his bladder after a morning of filling it up was one of life's simple pleasures.

Once he'd considered himself cleaned up, he flushed the toilet and moved to let himself out of the stall. The motion could be done in his sleep, but an odd sensation stopped him in his tracks, his hand clutching the door handle. He couldn't place what it was. Being in class already told him he was tired, which wasn't new, and he'd just taken care of his business. It was possible it was nothing and his brain was simply imagining things.

Only for a twitch to pulse through his body. He gasped as his fist spasmed, unsure of what caused it, but settling down when nothing happened after. The lack of sleep was really getting to him.

And then his arm erupted in a fit of muscle.

Except it wasn't just an arm. A swift glance down revealed his entire body had been affected, his once-baggy clothes now snug around bulk that wasn't there a moment ago. The grip on the door handle caused a vein to snake up his forearm, one growing as thick as a pencil as the mass continued to pile on.

He couldn't move, his body frozen as he watched in awe how his physique morphed from being a skinny twig of a dog to a Mr. Olympia hopeful, all without doing a thing. But that was just the start as the swelling continued piling heft onto his quivering form. Soon his chest was seen in his peripheral vision, helping shove his shoulders out so that they pressed into the sides of the stall as the circumference of his arms crept up on that of his waist. He had to get out of there!

In all his panicked observation, Jack hadn't realized he'd actually gotten taller until the moment when he tried to squeeze his way out into the rest of the washroom, able to see how little space he was afforded by how fast he was growing. And it was only getting faster the longer time ticked on. Tearing began to sound out as the fabric of his clothing pulled from the seams, his heart racing as that meant he'd not only be bloating bigger for no discernable reason but also have no means of keeping himself decent at the same time. He had to think of something and fast!

The metal of the stall started to creak from being unable to contain his burgeoning musculature, the intensifying noise causing him to become desperate for freedom. Everything happening all at once had his brain running at lightspeed trying to think of a solution, but there was so much noise clouding his thoughts. He had to calm down.

But how? His heart rate pounded faster than one hundred beats per minute, pumping blood through muscle continuing to inflate without any means of slowing down. He just wanted to go back to normal, to be small again. He wanted to fit back in the stall like he did before. If only there was something he could do.

It was only then that he realized he was clamping his eyes shut, the pressure created blinding him to the rest of the world. But did he dare open them? All he'd see would be destruction of the washroom around him, but being oblivious to the chaos he'd cause wouldn't be any better. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes…

And discovered everything was fine. The fact provoked him to jump, not expecting to have what he just went through revealed as an extremely vivid hallucination.

Except it wasn't. A closer examination of the top of the stall showed the walls bowed slightly outward from when it was forced to support weight it wasn't rated for, coupled with the door being nearly pulled off its hinges. Even the handle didn't come out unscathed with how crushed it became! What he experienced actually transpired, which made the restroom the last place he wanted to be at the moment.

He burst through the door once he managed to get it open, almost stumbling to the ground from the force needed to free himself. Using the sink as a brace he pulled himself up, able to see his frazzled expression in the reflection of the mirror. He only then remembered he was out in public and whipped his head around to scan the place. His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he expected someone else to be in the room interrogating him about what just happened, but to his surprise there was no one around him. He was alone, completely and utterly, with nothing but the sound of running water from the washroom on the other side of the wall to keep him company. A moment of respite was exactly what he needed at that moment.

After a brief inspection of his clothing, he determined that any rips that happened weren't visible unless examined up close, which finally got him to relax for good knowing that he hadn't compromised himself from his unforeseen venture into mass monsterhood. Still, he knew it best to skedaddle before he suddenly had company that pieced the scene together. He really needed to eat before the rest of his classes anyway.

The rest of the day was a blur in Jack's mind. Attention to his classes was barely paid as he continued to sit at the back of every room, only now he was preoccupied with stifling the growth begging to be unleashed. His body craved letting loose right then and there, and it took him everything he had to not abruptly consume all the space in the classroom. Fingers grew twitchy as he attempted to keep up appearances, unsure of what to do with his hands anymore since he couldn't focus on writing notes, his legs bouncing repeatedly as the idea of bolting out the school became more and more appealing. He looked exactly like he felt – an anxious mess.

It agonized him that the school day was far from over. His mind was on a constant loop of telling himself to remain the same size, fighting the urge as best he could. The clock felt like it was running in reverse all the while.

At long last his final class was upon him, grateful as the course was one he enjoyed which made time fly by. Or at least it would if his body wasn't a ticking time bomb of muscle ready to explode in magnitude across the room if he wasn't careful. He couldn't let his mind wander too far lest he replicate his earlier experience.

But unfortunately, this happened to be a class with an early midterm, which meant he had no choice but to try and at least follow along with what the professor was going over as there was a very real chance the material could be on the exam, and it'd be a whole lot harder to figure it out on his own than to have someone with the knowledge explain it to him in understandable terms. His stress level skyrocketed as his attention became split, hoping and praying he was still focusing enough on preventing any growth from occurring.

A bead of sweat dripped down his face, matting fur on his cheek as his eyes were locked forward. The beat of his heart pulsed in every part of his body. All he had to do was just sit there quietly and get through the class. There wasn't anything else needed. He definitely didn't want to get involved in answering questions. No, he had to focus on himself.

And in doing so, he discovered the scent he thought he was doing a good job in suppressing had come back, though this time stronger. Worry lurched through his system as even simply sitting still was failing to have the result he was counting on.

Having his concentration split between two tasks was difficult, but with the addition of that musk tickling his nostrils he found his focus waning even more. It made him curl up as much as possible, wanting to keep the stench as contained as he could get it, but that only ended up keeping it wafting around his head, his nose inhaling it with every breath he took. Anxiety threatened to make him pass out, which would foil every plan he had to keep himself composed.

How had only half an hour passed?

But the smell wasn't the worst of it. The reduction in focus proved catastrophic as the lithe form he'd had his entire life slowly became anything but, tacking on a pound here and there and gradually filling out his attire once more. Now sweat trickled down his face, the undershirt he wore collecting stains the more mass it enveloped, caressing all that bulk as it inflated in real time. Come on, he just had to hold out a little longer.

In the meantime his physique continued to shape itself into something more masculine than what it used to be. His formerly flat chest ballooned as more and more muscle shoved itself under his stretching pelt, his pectorals now having genuine mass to them that steadily encroached into his view. Seeing one's chest in their peripheral vision was something men who dedicated their lives toiling away at their local iron pit would be relishing in, but he didn't feel the urge to celebrate. To have that happen was a disaster.

Nervousness forced a gulp down his throat, his eyes flicking to the clock as he counted down the minutes until he could book it out of there, lamenting how the seconds seemed to slow down when he needed them the most. All the while his frame stretched out to accommodate more mass piling on. Trying to hold himself together was difficult enough, but what made it worse was how pleasurable the sensation of getting bigger was, like his body was a junkie for size and it was finally able to feed its addiction after decades of waiting. The feeling had his hand involuntarily grope his— no, not here!

And then his eyes lit up when he recognized the professor beginning to end the class. The clock still said there was a little over five minutes remaining, but he took the cue of the other students packing up to do the same, haphazardly shoving his belongings in his bag and dashing out the door. For the first time that day, his heart was racing for a good reason.

But Jack's problems weren't over yet as he had to make it back to sanctuary to truly feel safe – that being Legoshi's apartment because there was clearly a connection between sleeping there and now looking like he was born curling weights. Sweat continued to drench his shirt, matting his fur all over as the sun beat down on him. However fast he was running, it wasn't fast enough.

And that was because he could feel his clothes get ever tighter. He wasn't at the same degree that he achieved back in the washroom, thankfully, but that didn't mean he was staying small. A sprinter might only be a smidge faster than him with how fast he was moving, but he far outsized any track athlete by a wide margin, especially with limbs looking to dwarf any runner's torso. The inability to stop his expansive onslaught forced his ever-growing legs to shift into overdrive.

All the while his developing musculature rubbed against itself, inducing an increasing feeling of euphoria undulating through his nerves, his breathing growing ragged from both arousal growing and running faster than he ever had before. It wasn't obvious to him if he'd make it to his friend's place before something bad happened, but he knew it was imperative to try.

But his bulk wasn't the only thing deriving him pleasure as his swelling cock also got in on the fun. It had slithered down a pant leg in order to grow unabated, only for his bloating thigh to annex whatever space was available and causing both to fight for room, which only excited his member with how sensitive it became. Every step added on more girth, his tip reaching further down his pants, his balls fattening up as seed began to churn inside them from the fabric of his undergarments rubbing against them. As much as the thought of relieving himself was poised to become the most dominant thought in his mind, he knew he had to hold out until he could find some way to reverse this.

With Legoshi being the behemoth that he was, it meant there was no other floor for him to live on other than the bottom one, which suited Jack just fine as his struggles continued to mount. He'd never known what it was like to almost rip a door off its hinges until that day, which he almost did for a second time as he entered the complex. He flew through the lobby with his mind on one thing in particular. The sight of the apartment door being ajar lifted his spirits; the wolf was home!

Heart beating out of his chest, he burst his way into the condo in fear of getting stuck in the doorframe, only to tumble to the ground and make a dramatic thud as hundreds of pounds of labrador muscle crashed onto the hardwood floor. Embarrassed, he pushed himself to his feet, right at the moment when Legoshi popped out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was.

“Jack?!" His voice dripped with surprise.

Jack barely had a chance to breathe from sprinting the entire way there, needing the other canine's support to get him onto his feet. “Legoshi," he wheezed, “something's wrong with me." He was amazed he'd not gotten to the size he was at school, applauding his iron will in spite of something out of his control happening to him. Now that he was out of the public eye he could better compose himself, his growth slowing down dramatically as his focus lasered in on preventing the worst from taking place. He could finally breathe.

Which is what Legoshi did, but only when leaning toward him. “Jack, that scent…" The lupine's snout hovered next to his sweaty traps, inhaling gently at first, only to then violently whuff at whatever visible fur was found. “Oh, you smell so good."

“Legoshi!" The sensation of arousal coursing through Jack when he was intimately nosed along kept his breathing ragged. After all he went through that day, however, that was the last thing he wanted to feel, and he gently nudged the other canine backwards “What are you talking about? What's going on?" He could tell merely not being near the source of his scent got Legoshi to snap out of it.

“Heh, it's a bit of a long story." He rubbed the back of his tremendous neck. “You know how thin I was back in Cherryton? How even if I put on some mass I looked like a beanpole? Well, I thought I'd do something about it and enrolled in the gym nearby with the intention of making my clothing fit better. Our uniforms were always the perfect size, but anything I found at department stores could never give me the right size for my height."

“All this is from the gym?!" Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. What miracle existed in the city that nearly everyone was missing out on?

“Hang on, I'm not done." Legoshi placed a hand on his shoulder, fingers ruffling light-yellow fur. “So, it was my first day. I was nervous doing it alone, but I still wanted to go through with it. I'd finished changing clothes with the intention of heading out to the floor, but my nose caught something intriguing. I'm sure you understand the canine instinct to investigate smells very well."

The memories of getting into trouble simply from following a scent had flooded Jack's mind, causing his cheeks to go flush. “Heh, I'm well-versed."

“Well, I ventured to the back of the locker room to see what the source was, only to come across the biggest man I'd ever seen in my life. The fox was enormous! He didn't hesitate when I drew near, saying he knew someone would find him after he finished his workout, but also mentioning how the same thing happened to him a few months before that." Legoshi's eyes then had trouble keeping contact, his gaze flicking every which direction in favour of looking straight ahead. “What I did then is, uh, rather embarrassing to share, but the result was that I looked like this after a few days. I didn't think it'd affect you, though. It never affected anyone I regularly interact with!"

“So, this wasn't from exercise?" Jack gestured to the lupine's impossible physique.

“There was no way their services were efficient enough to do this to me, which is why I ended up getting a refund. I mean, what could they possibly provide to give me a proper challenge?"

The entire thing sounded inconceivable. It had to be, Jack reasoned. And yet, the behemoth standing in front of him was all the evidence required to prove the story at least somewhat plausible. He couldn't say for certain that there was any other man as he'd never even stepped foot in a gym before, but there was no denying the outcome, especially when a similar thing was happening to him. “That fox was this big?" Although he'd miraculously put on hundreds of pounds in less than a day, the wolf still dwarfed him.

“No, that's the strange thing. I easily outsize him. I realized that when I replaced my wardrobe." Legoshi's nostrils twitched, his breathing becoming panting. “But your scent, it reminds me of that day."

“Legoshi…"

“I can't believe I never noticed before." Legoshi effortlessly slammed the door shut with his foot as he continued his horny blitz. “You're intoxicating to me."

Try as he might, Jack couldn't stop himself from appreciating those words, nor the wolf's ministrations shooting erotic bliss directly into the pleasure centre of his brain. The lecherous nature of being sniffed by another canine was one he was familiar with from previous sexual encounters, but this was of a whole different kind as there'd never been over a thousand pounds of beef involved.

His mind was persistent in repeatedly telling himself this was too weird to be enjoyable, that this much focus on his musk was excessive, and that he should get this to stop. But what happened when he woke up was still fresh in his mind. His cock had never been so erect in his life, the sensation palpable even more than half a day later. It wasn't strange for him to get a fascination with another person's aroma, and Legoshi's was never unpleasant. But now things were different. The lupine's odour was far stronger than he had experience with, an essence so powerfully masculine that he'd been drawn to it in his sleep, one that his brain had been saturated in all day, and one that made him feel better than he had in a while. He already liked how the wolf smelled, which meant, by extension, he liked how he smelled.

Despite him trying to fight it, it ultimately made sense to him that Legoshi would like what he smelled like. So he stopped fighting it and accepted that he smelled fucking incredible.

And in letting the stress of being worshiped melt away, so too did his inhibitions. He was being reveled in, which in turn relaxed him enough to allow a few pounds of muscle to stuff his hide, his body having to warm up to the idea of growth after being forced to stop so suddenly. But it quickly picked up again the more it was worked over. Fabric rated to cover a form much smaller than his found itself stretching to welcome additional labrador bulk, the strain the seams experienced gradually returning. Maybe he could've let himself grow a little.

“Do you enjoy my scent?" Legoshi breathily whispered into his ear.

It took a moment for Jack to figure out what to do with his hands, leading him to discover what the other canine's heft felt like up close and personal. “Yeah, I do." That heady musk was all he could concentrate on. He wanted more.

Legoshi merely smiled. “Feel free to indulge."

Those words were the green light Jack needed to entertain his growing urge to relish in his friend's manly essence. Without saying a word he dove in, his muzzle deep in a crevice surrounded by walls of muscle, his desire to inhale as much as he could insatiable. Every breath he took – whether by nose or mouth – was filled to the brim with the delectable odour, and the more he dug in, the more of the smell he was rewarded with.

At some point the wolf's button-down shirt had been popped open, the fasteners scattered across the floor, and he honestly couldn't be certain if he was the culprit or not. Nevertheless that gave him access to one of the best places to drink in his friend's stench.

So much bulk enveloped his head, his mind fully focused on unearthing as much exhilarating musk as he could in spite of those chest boulders bearing down on him. Each time he drew breath in his body repaid him by bloating out another few inches, increasing his dimensions to make his appearance the day before unrecognizable. And he took no issue with that with how his tongue lashed through the lupine's sweaty fur.

But his debauchery was cut short when a pair of strong hands ripped him out of his scent-laden stupor, what little fresh air available acting like a shock to his system. “Well, I guess I don't have to explain what I did at the gym," Legoshi chuckled. “You wanna see where it's strongest?"

“It can get stronger than that?" Incredulity hit Jack as he thought he'd discovered the best the wolf had to offer.

Until he heard a rip echo through the room and traced the sound to its origin, understanding what was meant when he saw the biggest set of briefs in his life bulging out with the other behemoth's monster hog plumping to full mast. He didn't need to be encouraged, instead lunging on his own to get at the pheromone-soaked undergarments. The scent was indeed more powerful there, electrifying his olfactory nerve and causing his tongue to casually loll out of his mouth, his canine instincts being thoroughly nurtured.

His hands gripped the material as his nostrils whuffed his friend's thickening schlong, relishing in how that third leg wafted the spicy aroma around like a free sample of perfume, only this one was tailor-made to excite his body into wanting to sniff more. Heh, bottling that ambrosia wouldn't be a terrible idea the more he thought of it; it'd make for a hell of a potent aphrodisiac!

At least it worked on him. Jack's body heaved with every whiff, his frame steadily creaking larger in all directions. Removing any suppression of growth granted his body densely-packed muscle mass piling on by dozens of pounds at a time, each passing second bloating him huger as he continued pleasuring his craving for musk. His hands became bolder the more he resembled the other canine, his gentle labrador stature now turning imposing as an arm alone outweighed what his body used to be. Fuck, was the thought turning him on something fierce!

His back all but exploded in size, the shirt he wore at the point of failure and proceeding to tear along his spine, revealing his expansive bod to the world before it pushed past that size into something greater. The peaks in his mountain range flourished ever higher, forcing the distance between them and the valleys created by their incomprehensible mass to jump as he inhaled. At this point it did feel like he was feeding an addiction, though one far more beneficial to him than he ever could've realized.

Worshiping a crotch rocket the size of Legoshi's was getting more difficult to do with a chest wanting to consume all the space in front of him, his head having to tilt in different ways just to keep access open. His hands roamed to different parts of the lupine's swollen physique in order to explore what his future held. He couldn't believe legs that overshadowed telephone poles were possible to attain, especially with how hard someone would have to work to get them heavier than tractor tires. But the hulking wolf had them, and it riled him up all the more to know his would look like that too, knowing just from sense of self alone that they were on their way there already.

And his growth was only getting faster the more he let loose. The only reminder that he had kept himself decent that day was his boxers clinging to life as his pants had violently shredded into tatters that lay at his feet, his legs crammed with so much muscle that he had to adjust his stance to stop them from pushing against one another, constantly having to do so regardless of any height gained.

He wasn't the only one enjoying his body cultivating all that delicious muscle as Legoshi hands grew more frenzied in groping his embiggening bulk, his titanic traps getting most of the attention given him being bent over. “This is just as incredible watching it as it is experiencing it." The wolf couldn't get enough of his newfound size, but clearly wanting to feel more of it as he found himself being hoisted into the air in spite of his weight being closer to that of a vehicle. “I'd never thought of you this way before, but I can't get enough of you now."

“Legoshi, keep going." The lupine's nose buried itself into his fur, his skin now sensitive enough to transmit these signals as nothing but pure ecstasy, blasting shockwaves through his nervous system to get his body flexing in response. He kept growing in his friend's grasp, his form appearing like it would never stop. The size he entered the apartment as seemed quaint in comparison, let alone the one he woke up with not even reaching the underside of his gargantuan pectorals. So much musculature had bloated out his chest that his nipples had nowhere else to point other than straight down.

A part of his brain became tickled that he could do what was done to him by squeezing his fluffy pecs around the other canine's face as it ventured lower down his torso. He felt the colossus willingly dig in between those gigantic slabs, a huff leaving his throat as he got to go through the same blissful ordeal of having his beef reveled in. His ever-present expansion encouraged it, wanting the wolf to support his need to grow by showing just how much that size was desired.

The way he was pinned to the wall emphasized just how much mass he'd gained. Not only was his back refusing to acquiesce to the wall's presence, but so was his ample rear. He'd never considered himself to be all that impressive down there back when he was smaller, but now each cheek easily surpassed the magnitude of someone who was said to live in a gym – not outsizing their own set of glutes, but instead their chest. Those mounds practically inflated with how rapidly they'd accumulated heft, his tail whipping against them as they continued ballooning into the realm of impossibility, their size only seen in the dreams of everyone else's reality except his. Damn, it felt good to be huge.

By that point Jack had blown up well past the bounds of what the laws of physics stated was achievable, his form drastically different from what it was a day before, and not stopping any time soon. His eyes rolled to the back of his head in glee as his physique swelled to the point that even a wrecking ball wouldn't harm him. His weight had crossed the four-digit threshold several strong whuffs ago, and it hadn't stopped even when passing the ton mark.

He was on cloud nine with the way his body heaved against itself, his muscle mass cramming the front hallway. There was a very real chance he could cause some structural damage to his friend's apartment, but there was no urgency felt from the wolf who'd moved onto admiring his voluptuous back, casually inching him into the much larger living room. There he'd have a lot more space to consume with his tremendous bulk.

And consume he did as he'd just hit twelve feet tall, with his frame working on making all of his dimensions match. Shoulders that never touched both sides of a doorframe at once now would reduce it to rubble if he tried to go through it, which he'd need to if he were ever to return to his apartment, though there'd have to be changes made in order to entertain the titan he'd become.

And all the while, Legoshi hadn't slowed down drinking in his strengthening musk. In fact, the lupine redoubled his efforts as he got bigger. Lats that cars could park on constantly willed themselves bigger, giving more area for his scent to waft from that got huffed in an instant. He got the impression from the way the other canine slavered over his incredible labrador physique that his friend had been waiting for the opportunity to do this, not just with someone else this fuckhuge, but specifically someone that meant something to him. He was more than thrilled to oblige.

But all that size had one drawback in that none of his regular clothing could ever hope to contain his immensity, including the underwear on its last legs wrapped around his swollen package. So much cockflesh had distended the fabric to its breaking point, the garment unable to take any more abuse and snapped into ribbons that flung across the room. He barely registered the event, more focused on his pole finally having the ability to breathe after being trapped for so long.

He wasn't the only one happy with his enormity being liberated as the wolf had been grinding his own girthy schlong against him, not even caring that clothing that actually fit was being shredded to pieces along the way. The thought of how the other canine would do anything sexual did cross his mind at one point, there was just no way he thought he'd actually be present to find out.

It amazed him that the lupine didn't even appear to be fazed that he was no longer the bigger one between the pair of them, his intent fully on providing as much pleasure to the enlarging musculature in his grasp. That suited him just fine as he was more than happy to sit back and let a master work over bulk he had no idea what to do with. He was far too focused attending to that crotch cannon of his that pulsed with every heartbeat.

That thing was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, defying expectations by looking more at home plunging into the ground while being a genuine part of his body complete with over-sensitive nerves that constantly fed back signals of how horny every touch made him. It was difficult to accurately gauge its size since its exceptional weight kept it below his pecs even when hard, but a flex of his pelvis slammed his shaft against those miniature planetoids, the tip reaching past the mounds and coming into view - bigger than his head - which then got him imagining the incomparable size of the rest of his length.

The thought got him swooning. His fingers spread across veins that would've been bigger than his wrists before growing, feeding a shaft capable of creating a hole in any material it came across, feeling the need to drill into something as arousal built up inside him.

By that point the other man had noticed Jack's rising urge to let loose his first orgasm as a canine colossus, no doubt having paid attention to the roiling cum tanks sitting on the ground between his legs. His balls had bloated with the need to cum, fattened with seed just waiting to be unleashed. The inferno of excitement brewing inside him demanded he focus on firing his load, but having never dealt with a body of this impossible magnitude, he had no idea where to start other than groping his leviathan log of labrador fuckmeat.

And that's where Legoshi stepped up.

Unlike him, the wolf was no stranger to dealing with a length as relentlessly massive as the one between his legs, which is why it surprised him to feel a pair of brawny arms encircling it as much as possible, followed by a series of licks besieging his sensitive flesh. Being able to see beyond his pectorals was pretty much an impossibility at that point, but his brain painted an image of exactly what was going on through touch alone, the picture in his mind vivid in how it captured the hulking lupine giving him the most unorthodox handjob the world will ever know.

A violent gasp escaped his mouth as an approving groan rumbled in his throat, grateful for how his friend immediately knew how best to titillate him. His lower half pulsed as those lumbering limbs clutched his obscene pillar, his pelvis instinctually thrusting from the sensation of hundreds of pounds of mass acting like an impromptu hole to fuck, his chest heaving as the electric stimulation blasted through his nerves.

He couldn't believe how receptive his body had become! No matter where he was manhandled, the feeling was relentless in how much pleasure pummeled his brain. Having his monolithic prick be embraced had him reeling in excitement, his libido soaring higher than it ever had been as biceps bigger than his head clamped around his bulging veins. His teeth gritted as bliss continued to make his pole flex uncontrollably.

But that wasn't the only thing pushing him to the edge of climax as his engorging balls kept pressing against the wall behind him, his taint swollen as needy whines grew louder as they escaped his throat. The pressure was intense – everywhere, that was. As much as those testosterone factories of his were begging to have their proverbial cork pulled out, so too did his soul crave the feeling of release, to know what it would be like busting the fattest nut the world had ever seen. He was dying to orgasm, leading him to buck his hips even harder to help speed up the process.

The sensation of his prostate pulsing screwed his eyes shut. He was so close now, drawing as near to blowing his load as was possible without actually managing to do it. The force building up inside made him feel like he'd burst if he didn't blow!

Which made it fortuitous that he did. Those oversized bean bags he called balls could no longer hold back, that cumpipe bloating with rich seed that showered the opposite wall in a pearlescent coating equivalent to several lifetimes worth of spunk at the size he used to be at. His taint was throttled with uncompromising pleasure as the pressure in his lower half diminished, though with how full his tanks were, he wasn't anywhere close to being done.

So much muscle mass being bestowed upon him meant anything he did inundated him with gobs of beef that he'd grown to love. His chest being so gargantuan forced his muzzle to bury itself in there as the waves of euphoria battering his body tensed his incomparable frame to the point that every muscle he had appeared twice as huge as it was at rest. Not that he minded, of course, as it gave the opportunity to indulge in his scent, which he couldn't get enough of.

With each huff came a lick, his tongue naturally falling out in order to lap up the musky sweat produced as a result of both growing huge and draining his balls. He'd never known such unyielding gratification before. In all his years of fooling around with other people doing whatever felt good at the time, nothing hit him quite like this did.

And that wasn't to say he'd forgotten everything Legoshi was doing. He could feel the wolf gripping tightly around his titanic tool, everything from those forearms to pectorals inducing a constant stream of pleasure that ensured he'd blast out every last drop of cum, too enticed with the sensation of another muscular man fondling him to want it to stop. And then the other canine lashing along his musky flesh… It made him wish he'd discovered this sooner.

The difference between seconds and hours became muddled the longer he jettisoned everything he produced, his broad pelvis having been tensed the entire time he came. Being so deluged with his urges had his body involuntarily helping the process along, his hands having gravitated to his enormous, heaving chest to further assault himself with pleasure, gripping his fat nipples as they were the most sensitive thing they could find. Even if there was a way to go back, he didn't think he'd be able to knowing what life was like as a beast among men.

At some point the pressure in his orbs dwindled to where he could catch his breath, the last remnants of his largest orgasm ever being pumped out into pools of jizz along the floor. He can't remember the previous time he'd be so exhausted; even sprinting here didn't tire him out as much.

Having his energy all but drained had Jack support himself using the wall as a brace, though got startled when he felt his arm being bolstered by something far stronger. “Hang on, I got you."

“Legoshi!" He smiled, his breathing ragged. Being in the presence of such an attractive friend made him feel incredibly lucky.

Now having time to relax, he observed the scene in front of him, everything in his wake covered by a layer of thick seed. Clearly by the lupine's nonchalant reaction, this was a common occurrence. But it did raise a question that popped into his head. “Aren't you gonna do the same?"

Legoshi shifted his stance to better prop up the limb in his grip. “Nah, I'm holding off for a reason." That didn't stop his own cock from twitching. “I'm gonna save it for later."

“For what purpose?" Jack's curiosity was something he had trouble sating.

Legoshi looked at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Aren't you the least bit curious as to what sex is like at this size?"

And then it all clicked. “So you're gonna show me then."

“I was thinking in a bit. You probably need a breather. Although…"

Without warning, Jack found himself besieged by the handsome canine, hands groping his immense bulk as their lips locked together. That time yesterday he wondered why someone would be okay existing at that size. Now it made sense, so much so that he couldn't think of returning to his previous size.

He'd reciprocated the wolf's advance with fondling of his own, feeling the bulk the other colossus had that he'd merely watched the day before, now knowing exactly how good it felt in his grasp. Damn good, in fact! It didn't matter if he didn't get to see the master of monstrous muscle mass shoot his load. He'd get to do so later, and also be involved with making it happen.

For now, he didn't mind simply cuddling with one another. After all, that was the first night of many he knew for sure they'd be spending together.