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Dog Toys

By Dragonien

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"Sir, satellite is picking up another event. Levels are spiking... category 1... category 2... Event has settled as an upper-tier category 2. Estimated size is 150 ft."

The voice joined two others giving similar reports with practiced precision one after another. As usual, the shifter events seemed to happen in groups; although no one understood why. There was never a single event it always happened in groups of at least three. Not that it really mattered to the lion standing in the center of the control room. All Director Orion cared about was managing them and dealing with their effects, not understanding them. He paid people to do that for him.

When a fourth voice spoke up the muscular lion turned to face them; the seams of his tailored business suit creaking faintly under the strain of his shifting, muscular bulk. As they spoke, he watched the monitor directly in front of him with a mixture of irritation and concern as it filled with informational readouts.

"Category 2... category 3 and rising!" the lanky rabbit sitting at one of the terminals reported, each word sounding more nervous than the last. After a moment of silence one of the lines stopped changing and the lapine tech breathed a sigh of relief before continuing. "Subject has stabilized as high-level category 3. Orders, sir?"

The lion glanced over the various screens filling the walls of the control room as his mind whirred to process the information. Or at least, that's what he made it look like to everyone suddenly watching him. In reality, he already knew what to do; he was simply stalling for a minute or two to make sure there were no more events in coming. That, and to give the façade of deep contemplation to his orders. When no one interrupted the silence with another report he finally began dishing out orders.

"Mobilize the quick response teams to the category 3 location. Standard procedure. One offer of cooperation then subdue. Alert the military to begin prepping for full-scale deployment. I doubt today's the day we finally get a cooperative category 3. Punt the category 1 cases. The local authorities will have to deal with them for now. Tell them we'll contact them once we have assets available if they still need assistance." director Orion ordered methodically.

Everyone in the control room had been around long enough to know the standard procedure so none of the orders were surprising. Despite that, they still had to wait for the lion to actually issue the commands. Bureaucracy hard at work. When the lion went silent for a good thirty seconds staring at one of the side monitors playing a local video feed from on site one of the techs nervously spoke up.

"Um... director? What should we do about the category 2?"

Director Orion continued staring at the screen showing the location of the mentioned event which was right in the middle of a major metropolitan area. He didn't answer for several long seconds that elevated the rooms tension with every passing instant. Finally, when the tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife, he responded.

"Call R & D. Tell them it's time to test Project R. Tell them to prepare the prototype and that I will be there shortly. Someone else contact agent Duke and have him meet me there ASAP.

More than a few eyebrows in the room went up at that last order. Trepidation overrode their confusion as to whatever project R was as one of the techs spoke up the question everyone had on their mind.

"Uh... Agent Duke, sir?" the rabbit technician nervously asked.

"Did I stutter?" the director growled back, a flash of irritation seeping into his voice.

The ire in the director's voice at being questioned made the rabbit snap his attention back to his monitor. A moment later one of the other techs could be heard speaking into their headset.

"Agent Duke you are to report to R&D immediately. The director will be waiting. He has a mission for you."

Only once the director had entered the elevator at the back of the command center and the doors slid closed behind him did he let out the breath he was holding. It wouldn't do to let the worker bees see their leader flustered. It has been all he was able to manage not to let the color drain from his face and his ears flattened against his head when one of the events sounded like it was going to reach category 4. They'd had less six categories 4 events since this Shifter Effect Insanity started ten years ago and every single one of them had taken either severe losses on the military's part or, in two cases, a nuclear strike to handle. It had been that last nuke that cost his predecessor their job and he had no desire to go down the same path. He just hoped this damn thing the eggheads down in R&D have been working on would work. Then they'd finally have an alternative to heavy artillery in dealing with these out of control giants.

When the elevator doors opened, Orion saw the bulky beast of a rottweiler already standing outside the door to research and development. Duke had been leaning against the wall looking at his phone without a care in the world to his lack of professional demeanor. The moment he caught a glimpse of the lion exiting the elevator, though, he nearly dropped his phone in his haste to cram it in his pocket and stiffen to attention. Orion couldn't entirely suppress the smirk that spread to the edges of his lips as he looked the rottweiler up and down.

Orion had to admit Duke was damned big even for a large dog species. Even the lion's impressive six and a half feet paled in comparison to Duke who easily was at least two or three inches deep into the seven-foot territory. If Duke bad been much taller the lion might have suspected the Rottweiler had been the first low-scale case of the shifter effect. They just didn't naturally make many guys that big even in the species that tended towards the larger sizes. It lined up with what Orion knew about the agent, though. A personality as big as his body.

Duke was a bit of a handful, to put it politely. He hated taking orders from people that he saw as weaker or inferior to himself. Despite that, he had shown significant competence and the issue had ultimately been solved by putting the rottweiler in charge of his own team. Orion had always suspected that the main reason Duke even joined the organization was for an opportunity to put shifters in their place. Big guy like that wasn't used to looking up at people. So, he probably saw those unnatural giants as cheaters in The Game of Life. But again, who was he to judge? The lion's own motivations weren't much more angelic than Duke's. The only difference was that he hid his better.

"At ease, agent." The lion ordered as he walked past. "I have a mission for you. We have a category 2 that popped up and our quick response teams are dealing with another event so I'm assigning you to this one."

When Orion glanced over his shoulder the Rottweiler looked surprised. Duke had been on subjugation teams before and even led support team but he had never been in charge of an entire subjugation operation. Wanting to impress his boss's boss's boss, Duke did his best to sound like he knew what he was doing in as official away as possible.

"Of course, sir. I could have my team ready to deploy in ten. Can we expect support from the local-"

Duke was cut off by the director making a sharp cutting gesture in the air with one hand.

"No, agent. I'm not assigning your team to this. You will be handling this one alone." The director clarified. When the Rottweiler stared at him in a mix of disbelief and shock the director again struggled to suppress a smirk before continuing. "Don't worry, son. I'm not asking you to go toe-to-toe with one of those monsters by yourself. What I'm about to show you is incredibly classified. As in 'they won't find your body if you tell anyone about it' classified."

The Rottweiler swallowed nervously at the blatant threat.

"Uh... sir? What exactly am I going to be doing?" Duke asked nervously.

This time Director Orion made no attempt to hide the toothy grin spreading across his muzzle that would have made any Cheshire Cat proud.

"You're going to be testing a new Toy R & D has been cooking up."

---

"Stop right there, final warning!" the ursine police officer yelled into the megaphone. "Take one more step and we will open fire!"

Those were the last words out of his mouth before his eyes went wide as a shadow spread across him and his cruiser.

THOOM

The impact smashed the car into the ground as easily as if it had been made of tin foil. The bodies of the two officers standing behind its doors like they were shields didn't even put up that much resistance. The cars parked to either side of the now-crushed vehicle bounced several inches off the ground from the sheer force of the impact! The other officers surrounding them all were collectively knocked on their asses as the ground trembled from the heavy impact of the canine's foot slamming down.

"O-open fire!" one of the other officers yelled, panic evident in his cracking voice.

Immediately the air filled with the sharp, repeating cracks of pistol and shotgun fire. Each and every one of the half-dozen cops still standing unloaded their entire clips without hesitation into the target looming before them. Unfortunately for all of them all it did was making Braxton chuckle.

"Is that all you runts got? Barely even fucking tickles!" The titanic Great Dane boomed in a thunderous voice that rattled nearby windows in their settings.

Grinning down, Braxton could actually see parts of his fur from his ankle all the way up to his upper thigh fluttering and shifting as bullets shot through it only to impact harmlessly against his skin. Most of the smaller rounds from the handguns he didn't feel at all and even the heavy shotgun slugs were about as noticeable as someone shooting spitballs at him. He probably should have been irritated that they were unloading enough ammunition to take down an elephant into him with no hesitation. But their attack was so laughably ineffective that, if anything, it was more of a turn-on making him feel powerful and unstoppable than it was an actual threat.

"Try aiming a little higher, runts. I mean I doubt it's going to do you much good but I bet it'll feel great for me." Braxton taunted in his enlarged, ground-shakingly loud voice. As he taunted the cop below he casually curled his fingers around the raging erection jutting obscenely from his hips and gave it a slow, taunting pump. "Those puny little peashooters just can't stand up to a real man's cannon."

Most of the cops ignored the giant's taunting; although Braxton noticed one of them stopped firing altogether and simply stared up at Braxton's massive erection. The attention only made the dog that much more turned on. As far as he was concerned his self-admiration and cockiness wasn't narcissism: it was just natural healthy ego. After all how is it excessive, undeserved interest and self-confidence when you literally have a dick the size of a city bus?

It should have been even more understandable where the dramatic inflation of his ego came from considering Braxton had been normal like everyone else not twenty minutes ago. Well, maybe normal wasn't quite the right word. Braxton had always been an impressively big guy. He'd outgrown everyone else in his age group before he'd even gotten to high school and by the time his sophomore year passed, he was taller than every single one of his teachers. When his growth spurt finally ended, he had just crept past the seven-foot mark and had all but made it his life goal to make sure everyone around him knew that. He loved nothing more than getting right up in someone's personal space and standing so close to them that they had to crane their head back to meet his gaze; extenuating his superior height in the process. Add that to the impressive physique that came effortlessly to him with the most moderate amounts of exercise and it was no wonder Braxton always considered himself a beast . But now he wasn't just above average anymore.

He was a God.

The change has started out of nowhere as a sudden tingling filling his entire body. Within seconds his clothes had shredded to pieces and his head was slamming into the ten-foot ceiling of the department store he had been in at the time. Everyone around him had begun screaming and running for their lives as his body rapidly doubled in size then doubled again and again until the broken, crumbling remains of the entire building was sliding off of his back and falling in a pile of rubble at his feet. In less than five minutes Braxton had gone from a respectably above-average, muscular, and, if he did say so himself, muscular Great Dane into a hundred-and-fifty-foot-tall titan.

Braxton, like everyone else, knew about the shifter effect. No one knew what caused it but everyone knew what it did. There was a news report every two or three months about a new wave of giants popping up out of nowhere. To be honest Braxton had always been a little jealous of the victims of the shifter effect. He couldn't help himself from imagining how amazing it must have felt to have that much raw power suddenly thrust upon someone. He had never expected it to happen to him. Now that it had? He planned to make sure the whole world knew who was in charge now.

"All right. You guys are starting to bore me." Braxton rumbled ominously.

Releasing his grip on his erection Braxton took a single, heavy step forward. Rather than stepping over the remains of the police barricade he had already partially destroyed the giant Great Dane purposely let his foot slide across the ground so that his toes slammed into the front of one of the remaining cop cars and sent it flying backwards! Its entire engine was crushed into the passenger compartment from even that casual impact from the massive canine. It sent another thrill of excitement down his spine at the casual display of effortless power. A car that normally could have ran him over with ease without even scuffing the paint could now be kicked around like a tin can. Bullets that would have ripped him apart half an hour ago now didn't even register when they hit him. Some rational part of him knew he wasn't actually a god; that he was just an overgrown dog. But rationality was for people that couldn't palm a car like it were a toy and swallow people whole by the handful.

Leaving the pathetic excuse for a police barricade behind, Braxton casually strolled his way deeper into the city without a care in the world. At first he found himself mildly annoyed that the street wasn't quite wide enough for him to walk through so his hips kept grinding against buildings to either side of him. When he looked behind him and saw the trail of destruction his hips and ass had been causing just by bumping into things, though, it became yet another reminder of his newfound superiority and power. Talk about a weapon of ass destruction.

The Great Dane wandered aimlessly around the city for several minutes; lost and a bit confused as to his exact location. He wasn't used to seeing the streets from fifteen stories up so it took them a few minutes to get his bearings and figure out where the hell he was despite having lived here most of his life. As he walked around trying to figure out where he was the monstrous canine made no effort whatsoever to avoid anyone or anything down below as he walked.

Cars, trucks, light posts, mailboxes, and even people all vanished beneath his massive paws without even an ounce of acknowledgement from him beyond an occasional smirk of his lips or twitch of his erection. Each one of his massive footfalls left behind a foot shaped crater in the concrete at least twelve inches deep! The air was filled with the sounds of screams, sirens, honking horns, and all kinds of other chaos. Yet despite the symphony of noises none of it could overpower the earth-shaking boom that each of Braxton's footsteps caused or the rolls thunder that were his excited laughter.

"You know, I always thought it was unfair that this giant thing seemed to hit people at random. I mean if anyone deserves this kind of power, it's obviously me, right?" Braxton said aloud to no one in particular. "But clearly it just hadn't been my turn yet! Everyone calls it a disease or an anomaly but we all know what it really is. it's just no one wants to say it out loud because they're jealous. It's providence. It's your betters finally being given the power and status that they deserve!"

All the while through his speech the massive Great Dane reached down to stroke his massive erection. He hasn't softened even slightly since the moment he had grown. How could he? This sense of power, of superiority was the world's strongest aphrodisiac. He just knew that those screams of panic and fear filling the air were just people hiding their real feelings. It was them too scared to admit to themselves and the world around them that they knew they were in the presence of a god that they wanted, needed, to worship. Or at least that's what Braxton thought to himself.

In reality, it was a complex series of changes in the chemical composition of the brain of Braxton and other people under the shifter effect. Most people thought the effect just made people bigger and with size came over-confidence; but there was much more to it than that. Not only did it make its victims grow but it toughened their bodies beyond what even their new size should have allowed. That's why it was so difficult to deal with them. Even considering the extra thickness your skin would have if you suddenly found yourself a hundred feet tall it still shouldn't have been enough to stop bullets. And yet even the smallest victims of the effect became effectively bulletproof against anything smaller than a rifle. And the bigger the giants got the more drastic this affect. By the time they got as big or bigger than Braxton even military artillery would have a hard time doing real damage to them. But the shifter effect also affected the victims mentally. There has yet to be a single victim that hadn't shown a radical increase in self-confidence and ego to the point of narcissism if not morphing into an outright god-complex. It was the other reason they were so difficult to deal with. Even the most timid and docile person under the shifter effect would become a cocky, self-centered egotist that would see themselves superior to anyone around them even if they hadn't been big enough to swallow people whole. It's hard to negotiate with and make demands of people that all see themselves as gods.

And Braxton was full of himself even before the shifter effect.

As much as he was loving just walking around and having his way with the puny, fragile sitting around him Braxton's insistent erection was becoming increasingly demanding. Deciding that he wanted a little bit of alone time, if by alone time he meant putting on a show for all of the playthings around him, he started making his way towards the nearby city park. By the time he got there the park was already all-but deserted along with the surrounding streets. By now his presence had finally become well known enough that people were avoiding the parts of town he was heading towards. Not that Braxton cared much. He knew there were plenty of people watching if not directly in front of him then through windows they were peeking out of or on TV from the view of that news helicopter flying overhead that probably thought he hadn't noticed them.

Laying himself down on his back the massive Great Dane happily stretched himself out across the middle of the park. One massive arm crossed under his head and didn't he didn't even seem to notice when his elbow smashed a wood and cast-iron bench into scrap in the process. His other hand had still yet to leave his erection for more than a few seconds but now eagerly began to pump up and down his prodigious length with more active intent. Within seconds Braxton found himself panting as his hips bucked into the tight grip of his own hand. The way his dick felt so massive in his fingers was only further egging on his already overflowing libido. Whether that feeling of size was from his cock actually having grown disproportionately larger from the rest of his body or just the thought that it was now bigger than a bus didn't really matter. All the Great Dane knew was that his dick was, hands down, the biggest cock in the city if not the world and that every single man looking at him right now knew how inferior they were just from seeing it.

Every little subtle reminder of his newfound size and power only spurred him closer and closer towards his first orgasm as a giant, as a god. He thought about how one of the calf-high trees around him had snapped apart as one of his casual footsteps brought his foot too close and broke the trunk like a twig upon him entering the park. About how the thick, well cared for grass barely even felt like moss beneath his massive feet and body. About how he could even feel the ground itself shifting and warping underneath him with every casual change of position or shift of weight. Literal tons of dirt out moved of the way as he dug a crater into the ground in the shape of his own body through his sheer, enormous weight. With his eyes half-shut the monstrous canine saw the copious trickle of pre leaking from his tip and wetting his hand from his continued, relentlessly pumping of the pillar of meat jutting from his hips. His breathing came in quicker and more ragged gasps as he neared the edge of release. When a brief glance caught sight of a small pond out of the corner of his eye and a moment of sexually charged clarity made him realize that that little trickle of pre coming from his dick was now measured in gallons rather than ounces it was enough to finally push him over the edge.

If he hadn't been in the middle of a park the sheer volume and intensity of the barking snarl of released lust that Braxton let out as he went over the edge would have shattered glass in any nearby buildings! His cock throbbed and spasmed over and over again as he thrashed around in the throes of release! Each spasm sending a splatter of thick, musky white liquid splashing across his chest, face, and the ground above and around his head. His hips bucked and rolled in sync with each spasm as he continued thrusting into his grip as if trying to milk just a little bit more from himself even mid-orgasm. It helped that, just like with his pre, Braxton realized that each shot of cum he was blasting out from the cannon of his dick had to be dozens of gallons worth and that each shot could have filled most of a bathtub! Eventually, though, his orgasm faded to a trickle and left him lying there in the middle of a park soaked in his own semen and basking in the afterglow.

Unfortunately, the massive canine only got to enjoy his afterglow for a few seconds before he heard a tiny, squeaky voice somewhere near his head growl two simple words. A split second after hearing them, Braxton's whole world disappeared in a flash of green light.

"Got ya."

---

Braxton was roughly jostled back and forth inside the dark prison of fabric he found himself in. There was no light to even see the interior of where he was. All he knew was that it was made out of some kind of canvas fabric. While he occasionally felt bits of metal that he thought might be zippers of some kind he couldn't make out any more details with the lack of light. The last thing he remembered was getting himself off in the park then hearing that voice. The flash of green light that followed had blinded him and the wave of disorientation and nausea that followed nearly made him pass out. By the time he had begun to regain his senses he had already found himself being enveloped in this cloth prison.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of material could even hold him like this much less what material they had enough of to make a sack for someone his size. How were they even moving him? He didn't feel a solid surface beneath him. Instead all he felt was the bottom of the bag sagging under his weight. It must have been carried by something holding onto the top but he couldn't imagine even a fleet of industrial cranes being able to lift something of his weight much less move it around. The longer he spent trying to think it out the more outraged he became. He had just been playing around in the city before but after being subjected to the indignity of being literally stuffed in a sack he was of a mind to level the entire city out of sheer spite. Once he got out of this, that was.

Occasionally Braxton could hear muffled sounds coming in from through the fabric. Unfortunately, it was thick enough that it was difficult to make out what the sounds were. Briefly, he thought he heard the muffled sound of an engine but something about it didn't seem quite right. Even through the thick material of his prison it sounded too loud. Eventually, though, the movement finally came to a stop only to have his entire world turned upside down as the bag was flipped over and opened to upend its contents. Namely: him.

The massive Great Dane snarled the moment he hit the ground, catching himself on his hands and knees as he landed. Before his eyes had even adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, he was already pushing himself up to his feet and rounding on whatever had been holding him prisoner. His muzzle was half open ready to bark out an angry challenge and threat only for the words to die in his throat at what he saw behind him.

"There's the little guy." a deep voice rumbled.

Rumbled was the keyword as the voice boomed around Braxton like someone speaking through a megaphone. He wasn't used to anyone talking that loud normally much less not after he had grown and everyone's voices had become little more than chipmunk squeaking to him. He figured that must be what he sounded like to everyone else. This theory turned out to be truer than he realized when he found his head slowly tilting backwards as he looked further and further up until he met the gaze of a towering, heavy-set Rottweiler looming above him. The Rottweiler looming above him who's knee Braxton's head didn't even reach.

A sense a panic filled the Great Dane as he suddenly realized something was wrong. Finally taking note of his surroundings he realized he was no longer surrounded by twig sized trees and cardboard box sized building. Instead, he found himself in what looked like a cheap hotel room. Unlike normal hotel rooms, though, this one was blown up to gigantic proportions! The thought came unbidden but, despite his best attempts to refute it, there was no denying the truth. The room wasn't gigantic, at least not unless the shifter effect had begun effecting entire buildings. No, there was only one explanation... he had shrunk!

"There it is." the Rottweiler chuckled. "That shocked expression. Finally realized your predicament, didn't you?"

Braxton took a nervous step backwards away from the giant Rottweiler. His mind whirled between indignant outrage and confused fear as his still overblown ego warred with the reality of his new, diminutive size.

"What the... who are you? Where am I? What the hell have you done to me?!" Braxton demanded!

Before the Rottweiler had a chance to answer Braxton noticed what the larger canine was wearing. Specifically, the heavy, black jacket with a familiar symbol sewn into the chest on one shoulder. Four large, familiar letters were stamped across the shoulder that too often found themselves the butt of many a joke across the world but now filled the Great Dane with concern.

The Bureau of International Giant Suppression also known as B. I. G. S.

"That's right Mr. Big bad god. I'm here to knock you down a few pegs." The Rottweiler taunted when he saw the recognition on Braxton's face. "I think I've done a pretty good job so far; don't you think, shorty?"

Despite his confusion and fear the 'shorty' comment sent a spark of outrage to the top of Braxton's mind. He raised a finger to point up at the giant Rottweiler, ready to start laying into him, only to let out a yelp as one of the Rottweilers massive, booted feet smacked into his chest. The heavy, clothed appendage slammed against the poor, shrunken Great Dane hard enough to knock him on his ass and then quickly moved to rest itself on top of Braxton.

"Hold that thought, squirt."

It was only after the larger canine stopped speaking that Braxton realized recognized the loud buzz of a vibrating phone. He watched while pinned from the neck down underneath the Rottweiler's boot as his captor pulled a phone from his pocket and raised it to his ear. The moment the call picked up the giant began speaking without even bothering to trade any greetings with whoever was on the other end.

"Agent Duke here. Prototype test was a success. Target was successfully reduced to twelve inches in height. Mmhm. Yes. No. Yes. Unfortunately, there was a complication."

At that last statement the Rottweiler, Duke apparently, turned his gaze downwards to meet Braxton's eyes as a wicked grin spread across his muzzle.

"Correct. Subject was able to escape before I was able to contain him. He shouldn't be hard to find though. I'll check in twenty-four hours from now or if I find the target sooner. He can't have gotten far at that size. Agent Duke, out."

By the time Duke hung up the phone and put it away an icy lump had formed in Braxton's gut. Even having only heard half of the conversation there was enough context to understand that he was in a world of trouble. It was bad enough that they had somehow found a way to shrink him down before he had even been able to enjoy his new gigantic status for more than a couple of hours. On top of that, the agent that had done so had blatantly lied to his superiors about having him in custody. He couldn't think of any reason for them to do that that would be anything other than bad news for the Great Dane.

"I'm sure you heard that, squirt. Right now, you're all mine." Duke chuckled ominously.

With Braxton still trapped uncomfortably under the tread of his heavy boot, Duke kneeled down and began unlacing his footwear. Only once he had them unlaced did he lift the booted appendage up off of his captive. Braxton winced and ducked reflexively just as he had begun to sit up when a sharp whip of air blasted overhead. A sudden, sharp kick from Duke just above his tiny captive sent his boot slipping off of his foot to smack against the hotel room door. The action repeated a moment later with the other boot and sent Braxton ducking again out of reflex. Too confused and scared to move, Braxon sat there still flat on his ass as he watched the Rottweiler press his toes down against the back of each paw's sock to peel them off hands-free. Those, too, found themselves carelessly kicked across the room; leaving the rottweiler's furniture-sized paws resting ominously before him after some perverse foot fetishist's fantasy strip tease.

Suddenly the comparatively massive Rottweiler took a heavy step closer. His foot slammed down against the thin carpet of the hotel room with exaggerated force and sent Braxton stumbling backwards for fear of being stepped on. A second step left Duke's opposite foot slamming down right beside Braxton with enough force that it sent the Great Dane sprawling onto his side. Before he even had a chance to get to his feet and try to escape Duke lifted his other foot and planted it firmly on top of Braxton's torso; pushing the much smaller canine down onto his back and effortlessly pinning him to the floor.

"You guys all think you're hot stuff when you suddenly find yourself just a little bit bigger than normal." Duke taunted as one of his toes nudged underneath Braxton's chin. "Always get a bit too big for your britches. Bet you weren't expecting to have the tables turned on you like this, were you? I've been waiting for this for a long time... Finally getting the opportunity to put one of you overgrown lottery winners in their place."

The malicious, hungry expression on Duke's face sent a chill down Braxton's spine. The Great Dane had no way of knowing that Duke had always been secretly jealous of the victims of the shifter effect. In some ways he wasn't too different from Braxton himself. His main purpose for joining B.I.G.S. had been looking for an opportunity to put some of those giants in their place. Even when he got such opportunities Duke couldn't help but silently complain in his head that it should have been him up there. That he should have been the one towering over skylines and having his way with his surroundings like everyone else were just his toys.

It was part of why he had been so excited when the director had explained this plan. It wasn't getting to be a giant, himself. But being able to cut one down to size and have his way with them was almost as good. Although the having his way with the giant was less the director's plan and more of Duke's improvisation. Officially he was supposed to already be on route back to headquarters with Braxton. But Duke figured he could afford to have a little bit of time alone with the tiny pup first.

As Duke mused to himself and enjoyed the sight of the shrunken canine pinned under foot, Braxton continued his fruitless squirming. No matter how much strength he put into pushing up against the heavy foot paw on top of him he couldn't so much as budge the massive appendage. He tried not to think about how Duke's toes were as big as his head now and the foot itself covered more than three fourths of his body underneath it. It didn't help that every time he looked up he saw the massive Rottweiler towering over him like a living building; Duke having to lean forward noticeably to see over the visibly defined pectorals and hefty stomach straining his button up shirt. It also didn't help that the outline of Duke's erection was blatantly obvious straining against the zipper of his pants and stretching down one leg of his pants.

"Damn this feels good." Duke growled lustily as one of his hands lowered down to shamelessly grope himself through his pants. "To think, not an hour ago you could have swallowed me whole. Now look at you... you can't even get out from under my foot."

As he taunted his tiny captive, Duke's free hand began to unbutton the front of his shirt. Each button popped open as if eager to escape the strain it was under containing the rottweiler's impressive mass. When the last button was undone Duke rolled his head back and let out of soft sigh of contentment as he pressed his foot down harder on top of the pinned Great Dane. The grunt of forcefully exhaled breath coming from Braxton only heightened the enjoyment Duke was getting from dominating the former giant. Any hope that Braxton had left that the Rottweiler was just playing some kind of sick joke on him melted away when Duke raised the hand groping himself and began unbuttoning his fly.

The heavy thump of what, to Braxton's perspective, must have been dozens of pounds of heavy denim crashing to the ground around Duke's ankles made the Great Dane wince as the hem of one of Duke's pants legs piled on top of his head and shoulders. Abruptly the foot pressing him into the floor lifted off of him, taking the denim with it as Duke stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. When that foot landed next to Braxton rather than on top of him the smaller canine quickly took the opportunity to shove himself up to his feet only to look up and flatten his ears at the sight above him.

Duke had also chucked his underwear away along with his jeans; leaving him in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt and uniform jacket. The unbuttoned clothes left his heavy gut and impressive pectorals on full display as they loomed above Duke's shrunken captive. Not that Braxton could see much of then past the heavy hanging slab of Rottweiler cock jutting proudly from Duke's waistline. Balls bigger than beach balls relative to Braxton hung heavily between the bulky dog's thighs as Duke lazily stroked a hand across his swollen erection. It was hard for Braxton to gauge exactly how big Duke's cock was considering his own current height but from the way that Duke's cock easily overflowed one of his own hands the Rottweiler definitely had to be well above average sized. Only once Duke was confident he had Braxton's full attention again did he slide off his jacket, one sleeve at a time, and drop it right behind the Great Dane. This time it was obvious Duke was purposefully intimidating him with the sheer weighty impact of what should have been a near-weightless piece of clothing were Braxton not toy-sized. A moment later the Rottweiler's shirt followed the jacket as he finished what Braxton thought must have been the most intimidating strip tease in history.

"Run." Duke growled while licking over his lips in anticipation.

The command didn't register to Braxton until Duke lifted a foot and slammed it down directly in front of the miniaturized Great Dane. With a bark of surprise, Braxton fell on his ass and crawled backwards only to roll over onto all fours and scramble up to his feet into a dead run. The poor, overwhelmed former giant didn't even have a chance to look behind him as he desperately ran from each floor-shaking footstep from the giant Rottweiler. It was obvious to Braxton, even in his panicked state, that the Rottweiler could effortlessly overtake him at any time he wanted. That could only mean that Duke was toying with him for his own perverse enjoyment. If he hadn't been so worried about being stepped on Braxton probably would have been further outraged at demeaning treatment! The irony of him having done much the same thing not an hour or two before didn't even register.

Duke, for his part, was absolutely elated. Each time he brought his foot down, purposely missing the Great Dane by only a fraction of an inch, he watched his cock jostle about and his victim stumble and struggle to keep his balance. After the third or fourth step Duke was getting so turned on that he was starting to leak pre. Not long after the following steps sent a small splatter of pre to the ground below; including splashing on top of Braxton's head. Seeing the, to him, tiny droplet splash on top of Braxton's head like someone had nailed him with a water balloon only further encouraged Duke's perverse enjoyment of the situation.

Suddenly Braxton was knocked forward onto his front as the casually approaching foot behind him smacked into his back and sent him sprawling. By the time he was able to get up to his feet he already felt the floor shaking from a much larger impact and turned around to see Duke having dropped down onto his ass behind Braxton. Legs as thick around as refrigerators curled around Braxton and trapped the Great Dane in between Duke's crossed legs. It didn't escape his notice that there was an ominously hanging shadow cast over him that one glance upwards confirmed was the shadow cast by Duke's massive erection.

"Feeling inadequate yet, tiny?" Duke taunted.

Indignation roiled up within the Great Dane but before he could shoot back some snarky response Duke reach down for him. Braxton felt himself scooped forward like he were a mound of snow in front of a snow plow and sent sprawling forward until he landed, torso first, on something soft, hot, and filling his nostrils with enough potent, masculine musk to leave him light-headed. It took him several seconds to regain his senses enough to realize realize that he had just been shoved headfirst into Duke's balls.

He could hear the larger canine growling hungrily overhead, clearly getting off on the sense of power and superiority he had over Braxton. If it hadn't been him on the receiving end Braxton would have understood exactly how the Rottweiler felt. Unfortunately, being the victim, all Braxton could muster was a combination of jealousy, fear and anger. Although being suddenly subjected to such powerful musk left a healthy dose of lust starting to mix unbidden into that emotional cocktail as well. Braxton didn't even notice his own cock had become rock hard as he was ground into the massive orbs. Before the Great Dane even realized it he was panting hotly and a faint, needy whine was rolling up from his throat, unbidden. His body shuddered and convulsed, hips thrusting and grinding without his consent against the malleable flesh he was pressed against as the musk overwhelmed his sensitive nostrils.

It took Braxton several moments to realize what he had been doing and when he did his eyes widened in shock! He felt his cheeks heat with a furious blush as he realized that this was turning him on! He tried to rationalize that it was just the musk overwhelming him and putting thoughts in his head but some part of him knew that wasn't entirely true. Canines were territorial and they typically used scent to mark their territory. It was hard to feel dominant and powerful when you were quite literally being soaked in the scent of another male that you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, convince yourself wasn't physically superior to you when their balls were big enough to smother you. Regardless of whether it was the scent messing with his mind or some deep secret desire in his own head was irrelevant. At the end of the day Braxton was ashamed to admit that he didn't entirely hate his current predicament.

Before the Great Dane had time to ponder over that embarrassing realization he was pushed back away from the bean bag sized ball sack Duke had been grinding him into. His reprieve only lasted moments as he watched Duke move his hand to lift up his heavy testicles and drop them directly on top of the smaller canine! Braxton let out a grunt and huff at the sudden weight slamming down on top of him and forcing the air from his lungs. Immediately he began struggling out of sheer reflux much as he had done when Duke had trapped him underfoot. The softer, more malleable flesh of Duke's ball sack had much more give for Braxton to move within but the sheer weight of the two testicles that had rolled to either side of him pressed the malleable flesh down enough on him that he still wasn't able to squirm free. Not that his squirming didn't have an effect. It just wasn't having the effect he wanted.

Duke's panting breaths increased audibly in volume and intensity in response to the stimulation of Braxton's frantic squirming. Again, he grabbed hold of his own dick and began stroking up and down its length with slow, drawn out motions. He was getting off on both of the physical stimulation of his trapped victim squirming under his balls and the mental stimulation of dominating someone who, not an hour earlier, had a dick big enough to use a bus like a too-small condom.

For his part, Braxton barely even noticed the increasing lust of his captor. Between his own desperate struggles for escape and the increasing fog of lust Duke's powerful scent was subjecting him to, it wasn't long before Braxton's squirming was just as much as attempt to escape as it was involuntary against the heated flesh smothering him. He tried to convince himself again that it was just vicarious sexual thrill. It was his mind fantasizing about him being the one getting to do these things to other people rather than being subjected to them himself. And yet every time he tried to visualize the idea of him being the one grinding someone into the ground with his balls that massive silhouette that filled his mind always seem to end up as a Rottweiler instead of a Great Dane.

As much as Duke was enjoying himself he didn't want the fun to end too quickly. When he felt himself starting to build towards release he reluctantly let go of his cock and lifted his hips enough to scoot backwards and free Braxton from their testicular prison. When he looked down at his captive he couldn't help but snicker as he saw the Great Dane's chest heaving in quick, rapid breaths. The clearly overwhelmed Great Dane, sprawled out on his back and panting raggedly, didn't even seem to notice that his own erection was jutting up obscenely from his hips as a flag for his own unspoken arousal. Amused by the sight, Duke took a moment to measure himself up against Braxton. A finger pressed against the base of his comparatively gigantic cock to lower it down a bit to better compare against the shrunken Great Dane. He knew that Braxton had been a big guy even before he had grown into a literal giant. He probably hadn't been as big as Duke, though. Duke could count on one hand the number of people he'd ever met that were bigger than him. But Braxton certainly had been big enough to have been damned impressive and at least given Duke a run for his money. Then the Great Dane had grown into a giant and was suddenly bigger than everyone, Duke included! Hell, forget bigger than everyone. His dick alone had been bigger than anyone else on the planet save another giant. But now that 'giant' was there laying on the ground buried beneath Duke's balls, barely as big as the Rottweiler's own erection!

Duke started to understand a bit of how these giants got so narcissistic. It was a damned powerful ego booster seeing someone smaller than your own cock. If Braxton had stood up on Duke's thigh with him laying back and dick pointing straight up Braxton would have had to stand up on his tiptoes to see over the tip of the rottweiler's dick. Duke doubted the Great Dane could have even gotten his arms entirely around his girth. That size comparison gave him an idea.

While Braxton lay there trying to recover, Duke leaned to one side to grab at his duffle bag without bothering to actually get up. After a bit of fumbling inside for his shaving kit he came back with a small plastic box of dental floss. Braxton felt himself scooped up off the ground, helping to break him from his daze, as he was dropped on top of the almost uncomfortably warm flash of Duke's cock.

Immediately he began to flail against Duke's fingers only for the Rottweiler to press down harder to hold him in place. Looking up, Braxton could see Duke biting his lip to stifle a groan of pleasure and realized that his squirming was only acting to further please his giant tormentor. Unfortunately for him, settling down didn't do him much good when he saw Duke raise his other hand to use his teeth to bite off the end of a large strand of dental floss then lower it towards him. A few moments later Braxton found himself with his arms and legs partially wrapped around the massive canine's shaft beneath him. The tight, hard string of the dental floss wrapped around his ankles and wrists held him in place on top of Duke's cock like makeshift zip ties keeping his arms wrapped around a lamppost. The strong minty scent emanating from his makeshift bondage only further acted to taunt Braxton about his predicament.

For an instant Braxton felt a shameful gratitude for the restraints as Duke abruptly stood up. If it hadn't been for the dental floss tying him in place Braxton might not have been able to grab on in time and would have been thrown off by the sudden jostling of the pillar of flesh beneath him. Braxton's world shook and rolled violently as each heavy footstep the Rottweiler took sent his cock bobbing up and down and shaking Braxton around along with it! It was a struggle to see past the heated flesh he was pressed too but Braxton caught a glimpse of Duke turning off his phone. Looked like he couldn't count on any new 'orders' coming in and saving him.

For the next several minutes Braxton was forced to ride Along with Duke as the Rottweiler walked around his hotel room taking care of minor chores and tasks. Clearly the Rottweiler the effort was mostly for the show of dominance towards his miniature captive rather than any true productivity. The idea of casually going about his day with a former giant tied to his dick was more than enough to keep Duke rock hard even if there hadn't been the additional stimulation of Braxton occasionally squirming to either try to free himself or cling tighter in response to a particularly intense jostling.

As Braxton was forced to ride along as Duke went to the bathroom to wash his hands and look himself over in the mirror, he felt ashamed to admit how turned on he was. As much as he would love nothing more than to be a giant again and to swallow the Rottweiler whole or be grinding them into the ground under foot Braxton had to admit that Duke was, despite everything, damned hot. It was hard to tell considering how small the Great Dane had become but based on how close Duke's head came to the door frame of the bathroom he knew the Rottweiler was at least as tall as Braxton had been before his growth spurt. Add that to the bulky, well-defined a muscle of his pecs and arms Duke easily could have been a match for Braxton if they both had been the same size. At least that's what Braxton tried to tell himself. If he was being truthful, he was a little nervous as some tiny part of his mind admitted that Duke probably would have actually had him beat in more than a few areas. Adding in Duke's heavy-hanging gut, soft enough to jiggle when he moved but still firm enough with muscle not to sag, only served to make the Rottweiler seem that much more massive and imposing even on a normal scale.

There was no arguing it: Duke was definitely Braxton's type. If the two of them hadn't been in this insane situation he wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to flirt with the Rottweiler. That didn't change the fact that he was currently tied to Duke's dick with dental floss though. And, despite his growing attraction, he still wanted nothing more than to put the Rottweiler in his place even if there was a small part of Braxton that didn't entirely mind being put in his own place.

Eventually the insistence throbbing of flesh beneath the Great Dane became too much for Duke to even pretend to ignore. Giving up on his pretext of going about his day he turned back towards the small desk in the room. Walking over, Braxton saw the Rottweiler pick up a strange-looking device from atop it. The machine looked like a combination between a gun and one of those UPS package scanners complete with a screen attached to one side.

Suddenly, fingers the size of logs gripped around Braxton's sides and slowly pulled the smaller canine off of his dick like he were little more than a cock ring being slid free. The overwhelmed Great Dane's stomach bottomed out as he was abruptly lifted what felt to him like several stories into the air to be dangled in front of Duke's grinning muzzle. Braxton expected some more verbal taunting and teasing to further taunt him about his diminutive size and precarious situation. To his surprise the Rottweiler said nothing. Instead, a wicked grin spread across Duke's muzzle that made Braxton feel more nervous than if his captor had simply taunted and threatened him.

When the hand holding him began to move again it only took a second for Braxton to realize where he was being moved to. His eyes went wide and he desperately struggled against Duke's grip in a futile attempt to escape. Unfortunately, he was simply too small and his struggles did nothing to free him as he was raised up to be shoved, face-first, into the musky, thick fur in one of Duke's armpits. The arm overhead lowered down pin the Great Dane in place inside the Rottweilers armpit. Carefully holding his arm to his side to make sure that Braxton didn't squirm free, Duke began looking over the device in his hand while he enjoyed Braxton's desperate squirming.

It was such a shame that the device had so many safety features on it. Features that only let it be used on the intended target: Braxton. Duke simply stood there for a moment and fantasized about turning the device on himself and overloading the damn thing until he grew so big that even other victims of a shifter effect would cower in his shadow. It wasn't hard to figure out that exact impulse was almost certainly the reason why there were so many safeguards. Oh well. A guy can still dream right?

In those moments of fantasizing, Duke almost forgotten about his little captive. Grinning as he realized the Great Danes squirming was weakening, Duke made his way over towards the bed. Braxton, for his part, could barely think straight. The scent from being buried under Duke's balls have been bad enough to leave him dazed and almost drunk on the smell but now being subjected to his armpit as well it was a miracle that the Great Dane could even still make coherent thoughts. His overly sensitive canine sense of smell simply couldn't handle this much of a sensory overload. With the scent dominating his mind and the sheer overwhelming display of dominance immobilizing his body Braxton probably would have done anything Duke told him at that moment on sheer Instinct of obeying a superior.

Thankfully he wasn't subjected to that treatment for too long before those same giant fingers fished him out from his armpit prison. When Braxton was roughly dumped onto a fuzzy surface it took him nearly a full minute for him to regain his senses enough to observe his surroundings. Even when he could think somewhat clearly again he still felt his whole body twitching slightly each time he sucked in a breath and smelled even a faint with of Duke's scent on the air. Considering he had been dumped on to Duke's Hefty gut, that scent was still prevalent in the air. From this position Braxton had to look past the rolling hill of Duke's gut and broad chest to see his grinning face looming in the distance.

"Having fun yet, runt?" Duke teased. "Cause I'm having a ~blast~."

When Braxton glared at his captor despite trying to cross his hands in front of his waist to hide his own obvious erection the Rottweiler let out a booming laugh that forced Braxton to instead cover his ears and expose his aroused state once more. In response, a finger nearly as big as he was raised and casually bumped against Braxton's side in a playful poke. Well, to Duke the poke was playful. To the diminutive Braxton, however, the impact was strong enough to unbalance the smaller canine and send him sprawling onto his side.

"Heheh... You know you're actually pretty cute. Almost a shame that you're so small. Bet you're a great kisser when you're not bite sized." Duke taunted, licking hungrily over his lips. "Oh well. You can still show me if its true or not. You can just start kissing other parts of me, right? Don't act like you don't want too. We both know you're getting off on this almost as much as I am."

Despite Braxton's reflexive urge to protest and resist Duke's accusation he struggled to find the right words to voice his disapproval. In all honesty Duke was right; he was actually enjoying himself in a way. Of course, given a choice, Braxton would much rather be the giant who was doing all of these things to Duke. But he had to admit, if he was going to be shrunken and tormented by someone, Duke was pretty much the hottest guy Braxton could have imagined doing it to him.

Braxton had to violently shake his head to try to clear those thoughts from his mind. They had to be leftover effects from the musk overload, right!? He couldn't really be getting turned on by someone shrinking him and using him as a sex toy, right?! Even if his captor was ripped and huge and had a big dick and...

"Come on, squirt. Admit it. You're enjoying yourself. You're loving this whole situation, aren't you? Not that I can blame you. I'm a whole lot of man even without shrinking you. Bet you would have been all over me even if you weren't currently toy-sized." Duke rumbled, his words as much teasing taunt to Braxton as they were a masturbatory ego-stroking for himself.

The words sent a shiver down Braxton spine and it took all of his willpower not to answer obediently on sheer reflex. The musk was still clearly affecting him. Instead, he mustered up what little defiance he had left and glared up the giant Rottweiler. This only seemed to further encourage Duke as the giant again reached down to scoop Braxton up. In an instant the Great Dane was left dangling in mid-air over Duke's gut from his still-bound arms where their bindings dangled hung off the end of Duke's finger. Held there, dangling what seemed like half a dozen feet in the air, Braxton watched as the Rottweiler lifted the strange device from before and presented it to his captive audience of one.

"You can thank this for your current predicament. State-of-the-art experimental technology meant to cut overgrown narcissist like you down to size." Duke teased. The irony of him calling someone else a narcissist in this situation was completely lost on him. "After scanning you all it took was one little click and suddenly you go from being a big bad monster to my personal plaything. It's a shame the creators thought to put all these safeguards in place. Unfortunately, it's restricted to only function when it detects you specifically. And it only has two settings. To shrink you down to this size and return you back to normal. Personally, I would have loved to just turn it in reverse and used it on myself instead. Show you guys how a real giant should act."

With every word Duke spoke Braxton could hear more and more hunger and lust leaking into his words. The Rottweiler was practically salivating by the end of his little speech at the thought of himself having been a giant towering over the entire city instead of just shrinking Braxton and towering over him. The Great Dane did make note of one thing Duke said, though. The device wouldn't work on Duke but apparently it could both shrink and grow him!

Any other attempts to think or scheme were derailed as Duke dropped the device to his side and flipped Braxton up in a fist instead of dangling him. Suddenly the Great Dane found himself being abruptly shoved face-first and then ground into the space between Duke's pectorals. Soft, short fur covering firm powerful muscle that casually flexed underneath Braxton with each breath his captor took. While he couldn't see anything but the muscle immediately surrounding him the captive Great Dane, once more buried in the flesh and scent of his captor, could clearly hear the wet flesh on flesh sound of Duke masturbating again.

"It would have been great to do this with everyone. A whole army of little toys like you to worship me like this." Duke growled hungrily. "It should have been me... not you, not any of the others...."

There was a tiny hint of bitterness in Duke's voice that Braxton noticed. Not that he could comment or even really think much about it as he was forcibly slid down to be ground into Duke's gut instead of his pecs by the Rottweilers palm. He could feel as much as hear Duke's breathing increasing sharply in intensity and actually feel the comparatively giant canine's heart beat rising. It was intimidating that all of the signs of Duke being on the edge of release were so visceral and physical to the shrunken Great Dane.

"If only I could use it on myself like I could you... Just scan you in then fire after you weren't... "Duke started to moan, only to cut off mid-sentence as something occurred to him.

His eyes went wide as the idea struck. The realization, or at least its potential outcome, was so intense that it instantly pushed Duke over the edge the moment the thought fully formed in his mind! Braxton felt everything around him shudder violently as the giant body beneath him began to spasm and convulse in response to Duke's release. The hand on top of the shrunken Great Dane slid away and gripped at the bed sheets the other side of the Rottweiler as his hips bucked and rolled on top of the bedding. Each spasm sent a thick spurt of cum splattering across Duke's face, chest, and one even smacking hard enough against the headboard beyond to make an audible thumping sound! Eventually, though, the deluge began to die off into a trickle and the last few spurts barely made it past his stomach; splashing down across the short fur of his gut and utterly soaking the shrunken canine currently perched atop it.

Second drags on into minutes after the Rottweilers release finally died away and Duke was left panting as he basked in the afterglow. Braxton didn't have much more energy to move, himself, as he took the opportunity to catch his own breath. The brief reprieve from being overwhelmed and tormented by the larger canine didn't last long. Just as he was catching his breath and beginning to clear some of the more perverse thoughts riddling his musk-drunk mind those now-familiar giant fingers curled themselves into a fist around Braxton's body and lifted him up. The world rocked back and forth as Braxton was roughly jostled around by the abrupt movement of Duke sitting up then pushing himself to his feet. By the time the disorientation ebbed Braxton found himself being dangled in front of the ominously grinning face of his captor.

"Oh yes... I just got a wonderful idea. Maybe I really can show you guys how this is done."

The Rottweilers word sent a shiver down Braxton's spine. He had no idea what Duke meant but the tone of voice the Rottweiler used promised nothing but chaos.

Bending down, Duke scooped up the shrink ray from where he had left it on the bed. Braxton watched as his captor fiddled with the control panel with a thumb as he held the butt of the device under his armpit; unwilling to put the Great Dane down and free his other hand. After a bit of fumbling all but one of the red lights on the display turned green and a small line of text float across the screen reading 'target not found'.

Experimentally, Duke lifted the gun and pointed it in front of him before waving Braxton in front of it as well. Every time the Great Dane was moved in front of the device both of them could hear a quiet confirmation beep. Realization quickly spread through Braxton as he remembered that his captor had said the device was somehow locked to only work when it detected him. When he was so big it filled the entire targeting area it wasn't really possible to hit anything else but now that he was this small...

"That's right, squirt. I think it's time I showed the rest of you wanna-be titans how it's done." Duke growled lustily, his spent dick already swelling with fresh arousal in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Turning the device around, Duke aimed the device directly at his own chest. Experimentally, he pushed the fire button but all he got in response was a chastising beep of refusal from the device. When he waved Braxton into the line of fire, though, the Great Dane heard that positive beep of confirmation again. The next time Duke pressed the button with Braxton just in view of the device it bucked in Duke's hand and a flash of green light burst out from it! In that split second after the device fired Braxton desperately tried to lean himself to the side, squirming with all of his might, to try to free even just another fraction of an inch of himself from Duke's fist so that he could get in the device's path. Unfortunately the Rottweiler was simply too strong and even his casual, distracted grip was more than enough to hold Braxton firmly in place. So, when the beam of energy hit, it went right past Braxton's head and crashed into Duke's chest instead.

Duke's eyes went wide as an electric charge surged through him. Both of his hands spasmed violently before going limp; sending both the shrink ray and Braxton tumbling from his grasp to land roughly on the hotel floor. The fall and even the rough landing weren't nearly as concerning to the Great Dane as what was happening to the Rottweiler, though.

Within seconds, Duke's body had exploded outwards it's at every direction until his head smashed against the ceiling hard enough to nearly break through into the second floor! His feet rapidly expanded and spread across the ground fast enough that Braxton was forced to scramble backwards to avoid being steamrolled over by the Rottweiler's growing toes! The whole room abruptly shook as Duke fell to his hands and knees, one hand landing on the bed with enough force from his rapidly increasing weight that the entire bed frame snapped apart and collapsed!

"Yes... yes...!" Duke all-but snarled in an increasingly deep voice that rapidly began to shake the walls. "Oh you all are so fucked now...!"

Just as Duke was about to outgrow the room even curled up in the fetal position, the rapidly growing Rottweiler simply pushed his back up and smashed his head shoulders and upper body entirely through the second floor and straight into the third! Wood, concrete, steel piping, and other miscellaneous construction materials crumbled around him with as much resistance as soggy graham crackers and dried mud. His ominous, rumbling laughter thundered across the parking lot as he stood his way up out of the partially collapsed end of the hotel and turned to face the city proper. Literally salivating at the overwhelming and still building sense of power welling up within him, Duke shook off the larger chunks of debris still clinging to him before eagerly thundering his way towards the city. As he went, each massive footstep dug a paw-shaped crater into the concrete street below. Each foot-shaped imprint became visibly larger than the last. The city was soon going to discover that its giant problem hadn't been solved. They had just traded one giant for another.

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"This is fucking great!" Duke's voice boomed. "Everything's so puny!"

To emphasize his point the Rottweiler cocked a leg back and punted a nearby parked car hard enough that it caved in on itself and it was sent flying into the side of a nearby building with the force of an oncoming train. The entire front of the building collapsed around the makeshift projectile as easily as if Duke had just kicked a soda can into a sandcastle. The sheer power rush that he felt with his newfound, and still increasing, size already had his dick rock hard once more.

Reaching down to scoop another nearby car up, Duke held it up against his erection for comparison. For the moment, the car was still a little bit bigger than his dick was. The more time passed, though, the bigger he grew and the less true that became. He got to watch as his fingers thickened and swelled around the edges of the vehicle while it's still-noticeable weight seemed to decrease the longer he held it. More importantly his dick visibly thickened and swelled with the rest of him and soon stretched longer than the car... then thicker than the car. The idea of being gigantic was hot enough on its own but being able to watch himself actually growing, especially his dick outgrowing an automobile, was almost enough to bring him to a hands-free orgasm all by itself!

Unlike Braxton, who had been coyer and more teasing about his superior size, Duke was a full-on Brute. He eagerly swung an arm through the side of a building and gouged a massive tear through it while sending a spray of debris into the street down below. A second later he slammed his fist into the building next to it just to enjoy the feeling of concrete and steel snapping against his knuckles with about as much resistance as a graham cracker. He loved being bigger than other people and showing off his size for them. But he loved demonstrating his physical superiority and showing off his strength even more. It wasn't enough just to be big and beefy. He wanted everyone and everything around him to experience how big and powerful he was!

Nothing in his life, from bending metal pipes with his bare hands to wrestling professional bodybuilders into submission had ever made him feel as overwhelmingly powerful as being able to smash apart buildings designed to withstand all but the most devastating attacks Mother Nature itself could throw at them. These looming colossi of modern engineering wouldn't have been damaged by anything short of a major earthquake or a tornado landing in the middle of town. Yet here he stood, able to smash them apart like they were made of paper mâché. And the best part? The part that was really driving the Rottweiler wild?

He was still growing.

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Meanwhile, back in the hotel room, Braxton struggled to crawl his way out from underneath a fallen chunk of wood. To anyone else it would have been barely more than a two by four but considering his diminutive twelve-inch height it may as well have been a fallen tree trunk. It was only through sheer, miraculous dumb luck that he hadn't been crushed by the hotel room collapsing around him. He had been able to scramble his way into the bathroom as his captor had rapidly outgrown the room and the slightly sturdier interior walls had survived partially intact. At least, intact enough that the entire ceiling hadn't come down on him.

Climbing his way out of the debris, the diminutive Great Danes surveyed the demolished remains of his captor's hotel room. Even as he stood atop a pile of broken wood and plaster, he could see through the massive hole Duke had torn through the building where the still-visible Rottweiler was stomping his way off into the distance towards the larger buildings of downtown. The sight made Braxton seethe with anger at the entire situation, jealousy of Duke's now-gigantic size and, admittedly, just a tiny bit of envy at how nice of an ass Duke had.

"That son of a bitch. That should have been me! That WAS me!" Braxton snarled. "If only I was still big I would show that bastard what..."

His words trailed off as he noticed something sticking out of some of the debris. When he realized what it was his lips twisted into a wicked grin. Carefully sliding his way down the pile of debris, Braxton struggled to move a few pieces of wood and a dinner plate-sized chunk of ceiling aside to unbury the still intact shrink ray that had caused all of this!

"I'll show that bastard. Once we're on even footing I'll put him in his place. There's no way he stands a chance against me when he's not cheating and way bigger than I am."

Braxton had no idea how the device worked and, walking around it to inspect the device, the controls made almost no sense to him. Thankfully it looked like the device was still set on the same setting that Duke had just used on himself. Which meant if he could just activate the thing it should return the shrunken Great Dane to his normal size! Well, his new normal size. He'd only been a giant for a couple of hours and he already considered that to be his proper size. He'd never willingly go back to being 'normal' when he could be a giant monster instead.

After only a minute or so of fumbling around to find the right size piece of debris, Braxton was able to position himself in front of the device until he heard that confirmation beep of him being targeted. Only then did he use the long piece of wood he'd acquired to shove down on the same button he had seen Duke use to activate the device. Just like with Duke, the device bucked and skidded across the floor while sending out a surge of green energy crashing into the Great Dane that sent Braxton sprawling backwards! Any pain or discomfort he felt from being thrown back on his ass rapidly melted away into an almost manic, giddy bout of laughter has he felt his body starting to grow!

Within seconds he had grown back to his original size and showed no signs of stopping! Pushing himself to his feet, the expanding canine made a show of swinging his arm through part of the still intact, multi-story hotel and tearing through several of the rooms with a still growing arm now as big as a truck. After having been overwhelmed and humiliated by that Rottweiler he needed to feel that little affirmation of superiority and power. After only a couple of minutes the sense of vertigo his growth gave him slowed to a stop. When it did he found himself looming once more over a dozen stories tall above his surroundings.

The three-story hotel now didn't even come up to his knee! Eagerly, Braxton kicked a foot through the still mostly-intact portion of the building to demolish what was still standing. It was a petty act of spite against a building that directly had nothing to do with what Duke had done to him but that didn't really matter to Braxton. He was large-and-in-charge again and he got to decide what was and wasn't petty, what did and didn't get destroyed. And right now, he had decided that a certain Rottweiler needed to be put in his place.

Braxton couldn't see Duke in the distance anymore but he assumed that was simply because the Rottweiler was among the buildings that would have loomed over even the enlarged Great Dane at this point. Despite that, it wasn't hard to follow the sounds of chaos and destruction even from a couple of miles away. Quick, purposeful steps smashed down into the street as Braxton made his way towards downtown. Much like before he cared nothing for what ended up crushed beneath his stride. Though this time his carelessness was less from indifference and more from his attention being laser-focused towards his goal. As he approached, he couldn't help but fantasize about all of the different forms of revenge he intended to enact on the Rottweiler. He didn't know how big Duke would be but Braxton knew that he was on the higher end of the size scale for people under the shifter effect and the chances of Duke being bigger than him were miniscule. He silently hoped that Duke was half his size. He would love nothing more than to grab the back of that Rottweilers head and shove Duke face first into his balls even when the Rottweiler was standing straight up.

His arousal began to overtake his irritation as those fantasies built up in Braxton's head and his dick began to harden. Within moments he was idly stroking himself without really thinking about it as he walked. His steps became slower and more purposeful, slamming down harder than necessary into the street as he fantasized about Duke being a small to him as he had been to the Rottweiler and casually walking after them as the tiny Rottweiler ran from his footsteps.

By the time he near the edge of downtown where a large row of skyscrapers separated the industrious center of town from the smaller suburbs, Braxton was worked up enough that he was visibly panting. He knew Duke was close, though. He could hear a familiar, deep voice chuckling and growling on the other side of the buildings accompanying the occasional screech of crushing metal or crash of destroyed concrete and glass. Puffing his chest up and straightening his back to try to extenuate every inch, or in his case foot, of height he had Braxton barked out a challenge before slipping his way between the buildings towards his target.

"Oh Duke! come out and play. It's time for a little... pay... back... "

Braxton's confident declaration rapidly trailed off as Duke rose up in response to hearing his name. Rose up... and up... and up until he was effortlessly looming above the tops of the surrounding buildings which were taller than even Braxton, to look down at the 'giant' Great Dane from above them. More terrifying still was from the way Duke was positioned even without being able to see him from the chest down, Braxton could tell that he was still kneeling. Despite the fact that Braxton was back to being over a hundred and fifty feet tall... Duke looked just as big to him now as the Rottweiler had been when they were both still in the hotel room.

"Well well well, if it isn't my favorite little boy toy..." Duke's deep voice rumbled.

The size difference was the same between the two of them as it had been in the hotel room but there was a subtle thundering echo to the Rottweiler's voice now that both of them were giants. Somehow that extra resonance made it even more intimidating to the Great Dane.

Braxton barely had a chance to take a step backwards before a hand big enough to pick him up like a doll grabbed onto the top of one of the nearby buildings to brace it's owner as the other reached over the line of buildings to snatch Braxton up! It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. Dude had tricked that device into thinking it was returning Braxton to normal size when it grew him. Which means it must have grown Duke by the same of multiplication it would have taken Duke to get back to a hundred and fifty feet. Which meant that Duke had grown by that same multiplicative factor....

Which meant Duke was now nearly a thousand feet tall!

Once again, Braxton found himself being dangled in mid-air and held in front of the grinning, hungry expression of the giant Rottweiler. He could see from the look in Duke's eyes that everything that had happened in the hotel room was just a prelude to what the Rottweiler had in store for him and the rest of the city. The ominous rumble that accompanied Duke's hungry expression only served to reassure Braxton how screwed he and everyone else was.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun..." Duke rumbled as he licked his chops.

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"Sir it's... it's agent Duke." the lab tech reported in a barely audible voice. "he's... he's huge...!"

Director Orion glared at the tech in response to their imprecise and unprofessional evaluation of the situation. The stunned vixen finally noticed the look the director was giving her and quickly snapped her head back to her Monitor and regained her composure.

"Um! I mean. Director. New event detected. The target is one of our own agents, and he's... he's..."

Despite her snap back to professionalism she still found herself struggling to form the words as if afraid somehow saying them out loud would solidify them in reality. The increasingly irritated lion stalked his way over to her terminal and pushed her aside so he could lean down and read the screen, himself. He already knew what it would say but he still had to see it to be sure. Without meaning to he whispered under his breath the rest of her report.

"... category four."

Despite his quiet words the entire room had been dead silent up to that point and every single person in the room heard him. A palpable sense of panic began to build up from everyone in the control room as they all looked at the director for orders. Rather than respond the lion stood, turned, and made his way toward the elevator.

"Um... sir? Orders?" an equine Tech asked.

Orion didn't respond until he was already standing inside the elevator. Just as the doors began to close, he answered calmly.

"Stand by for orders."

And then the doors closed, leaving everyone alone to whisper in idle panic about the new category 4 giant now occupying the world with them. The new giant to have joined the colloquially-termed 'disaster' class that more than a few of the people in the room had met before and one or two of them even having briefly dated.

Meanwhile the director, once within the safety and solitude of the elevator, finally could let his nerves show. A shaky hand reached into his suit and pulled out a small silver flask that he quickly upended the entire contents of before putting it away. Taking a deep breath to help the alcoholic calm himself, the lion centered his thoughts and got his shaking under control. Only then did he press the button for R & D. Those idiots had caused this disaster. Their supposedly foolproof security measures clearly had not been enough. His only hope now was that those eggheads might have something else that could fix the situation before things escalated. Before the elevator reached its destination the lion reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. A few quick swipes and one of the tech's feeds filled his screen. The screen showed a familiar, yet now utterly gigantic, Rottweiler casually strolling his way through a city full of less than waist-high skyscrapers. Held in one of the giant canine's hands was a smaller giant; the original target. It was only here, in the safety and privacy of the elevator that the director could speak the other thought rolling through his head.

"Damn. He does make a pretty attractive disaster."

Unfortunately, Orion's meeting with the heads of research and development provided no answers or solutions to the overgrown problem they all faced. He saved the chastisement for the failure of their security system for another time and instead focused on practical solutions. Sadly the device could only be reversed by itself or another device like it. And, unfortunately for them, they didn't have the resources to build another one. The power source was some extremely rare material that wasn't even officially acknowledged as existing yet. The only other known sample of it belonged to an adversarial country halfway around the world that probably would have blown up their own research facility than given it to anyone else. Not that the director wanted to let anyone else know what it could be capable of. Which meant he only had traditional means to try and deal with the situation.

Which meant he was probably going to lose his job by the end of the day.

That didn't stop the lion as he stepped out of the elevator and back into the control room. He didn't even need to ask for a situation update. Almost every single available screen in the room showed either live video of Duke and his captive or some tactical readout relating to the Rottweiler. Considering the blatantly sexual content plastered across the screens Orion could have easily assumed that they had been watching porn in his absence if he hadn't known the situation. It was a good thing he had properly adjusted his pants before getting off the elevator. The last thing he needed was to let the worker bees know that such a disaster was turning him on. It didn't help that the view on the screen became more perverse with each passing second.

At the moment, Duke was shown from three different angles holding the comparatively smaller giant Great Dane against his dick with one hand while the other was holding what looked like a length of chain. It took a moment for it to register to Orion and everyone else in the room that Duke was tying the smaller giant to his dick! As if that wasn't bad enough when they all realized that the giants were so large that Duke was having to use an anchor chain he must have scrounged from a shipyard nearby it only further emphasized how absolutely massive the two of them were. Being tied to someone's dick was humiliating enough, but being big enough that you'd need something as heavy duty as an anchor chain to contain you and still being tied to someone's dick? That was just a whole magnitude worse.

Forcing himself to turn his attention away from the monitors, Orion took a moment to survey the rest of the room. A quick glance across the other monitors showed the status of his other suppression teams and resources out in the field. After years of experience, it only took him a few moments to gather a battle plan in his head. Just as he was about to begin giving orders his words were cut off by a familiar alarm that sent a wave of dread through the entire room.

"New shifter effect detected!" one of the techs called out.

Immediately, the majority of the screens flipped away from Duke's display and began tracking various satellite maps showing buildups of the energy that caused the shifter effect. Eventually it settled down into four different points on the map.

"Category 1 confirmed."

"Category 3, confirmed."

"Category one, confirmed!"

The practiced response of each tech announced their own reading in turn. When it came to the last one, though, his response was anything but professional.

"Sweet merciful gods we are so fucked."

The unprofessional response sparked a surge of anger in Director Orion. Angrily, the Lion stalked towards the tech's terminal. He was about to start berating the tech only to pause when he saw the location map over their shoulder and realized he recognized the location.

"Is that...?" Orion asked aloud, already knowing the answer.

Several of the monitors popped back up with views of a familiar city already partially destroyed. Eventually, all of the camera centered on the view of a now-familiar Great Dane still tied to the dick of the even more massive Rottweiler. But it wasn't the destruction of the city nor the two giants already in view that sent a wave of terror through everyone. Unnecessarily, one of the other techs, seemingly operating on reflex, began to speak with a tone of increasing awe and concern.

"Category four.... Category five.... This is... This can't..."

He didn't need to say anything more. Everyone else could see exactly what was happening on screen.

Duke was growing again.

Everyone in the room watched as his already titanic body rapidly swelled larger and larger, beginning to push vehicles and smaller buildings out of its way as it took up more space with every passing second. More intimidating was the sight of the massive anchor chain wrapped around Duke's dick and the smaller giant visibly pulling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Within moments they all could see the massive chain links, each one thicker around than the thigh of anyone in the room, fraying and splitting open as the chain's links were stretched beyond even their impressive strength. It was only thanks to the unnatural durability that the shifter effect imparted on its victims that the Great Dane wasn't crushed by the tightening chain before it finally snapped and freed him from his confinement. Not that it did him much good as the Great Dane was forced to cling against the growing cock beneath him as it raised him higher and higher into the air. Thankfully for him, still-growing fingers already as big as boats reached down to scoop Braxton up off of Duke's erection before the smaller giant fell down to the ground below where he inevitably would have been steamrolled over by Duke's growing feet. The monstrous Rottweiler had already been the third largest victim of the shifter effect on record button, topping out just under a thousand feet tall. But from the moment this new shifter effect had begun hDuke had long since left a three-digit height in the dust.

"Twelve hundred... Fifteen hundred, two thousand...! Good god in heaven, he's half a mile tall and he's still growing!"

Forget categories, the Rottweiler had long since grown beyond their previous category system. The biggest shifter victim ever had been just over 1,300 feet tall and Duke had doubled that height in the span of less than a minute and was still growing! Orion knew exactly what had happened too, although the statistical likelihood of this happening should have bordered on the impossible.

"He was... he was already a giant without being under the shifter effect... it multiplies size instead of adds to it." The lion whispered, no longer caring if anyone heard him referencing the top-secret device. "Even the smallest affected will increase by a minimum of a factor of ten. The absolute smallest he could possibly end up is two miles tall...!"

No one spoke for several long seconds. The only sound in the room was the occasional click or beep of the electronics equipment. All the while the screens continue to show the Rottweiler growing out of control to the point that the cameras either were destroyed as they each were bulldozed over by his growing mass or were struggling to even keep the majority of him in frame by zooming out with how big he was getting. One of them still focused in on the hand that had previously held the Great Dane, the original giant in that city. The once doll sized, compared to Duke, canine was now clinging to one of the Rottweilers fingers like it was a body pillow as if trying to keep from falling off of the increasingly massive hand he found himself on. When the screen zoomed in on his face the Great Dane's expression was a mix of manic disbelief, terror, and awe.

"If all these other Giants see themselves as gods. I guess this is their God: capital G. Hell. I guess that makes him our God too, doesn't it?" Orion sighed audibly.

No longer caring to keep up the facade of propriety and calm strength, the lion reached into his pocket for his flask. When he pulled it out and shook it, he realized that he had already drained it earlier. Staring down at the metallic container as if it had personally offended him he carelessly tossed the now useless flask over his shoulder. One more glance up at the monitors showed the Rottweiler now covering a good portion of the city with a single foot. The height measurement readout on the side of the screen continued rising higher and higher with each passing moment. Three miles... four... five. At this rate there was no telling where it was going to stop. The only thing anyone could tell for sure was that they were all screwed.

Movement out of the corner of Orion's eye caused him to turn and find a similar flask being held out to him by one of the computer techs. Taking the offered container and shamelessly downing its entire contents, he tossed the now-empty container back to its owner. Slowly, a kernel of mirth built within Orion's chest. His lips quirked into a smirk and then a grin as a chuckle just this side of manic bubbled up from his lips. That, by itself, was almost as confusing and terrifying as the events playing out on screen. No one at the bureau had ever heard the normally stoic and authoritative lion laugh before. When all of them turned to look at him he just kept on laughing, the tiniest hint of madness seeping into the edge of his voice.

"Well. At least the end of the world is hot."