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With the temperature in his room having risen over the last half hour, Nathan finally stirred awake. The reason that he had the thermostat automatically increased was that the heat helped tremendously in ensuring that he woke up, making it easy to maintain a schedule that he could adhere to. It did leave him a bit parched, however.

With a sleepy groan, the green-furred fox writhed his titanic bulk all along his enormous bed, one that didn't have a definite size as it had to be custom-made to be able to support a colossal stud like him. His lightly sweat-matted pectorals bulged in front of his nose with nearly every motion that he made.

It took him a couple attempts, but he eventually rolled over onto his side, still groggy as he yawned right into his pec valley. The silken sheets wrapped around his swollen limbs gradually loosened as he shifted his position.

It took everything that he had inside of him not to fall asleep again, but he managed to swing himself onto his feet, solidifying his commitment to being awake.

That was when he yawned again, still having trouble shaking off the exhaustion. He figured actually moving around would invigorate him enough to get his blood flowing, or at the very least keep his eyelids from drooping.

Nathan's room was nothing short of immaculate, both in design and the fact that he kept everything in pristine condition. Every aspect of the mansion that he lived in, from the ornate chandelier that hung proud in the front foyer to the embellishing trim along every door frame, was hand-crafted by an expert in their field, and worth every cent.

He didn't live there alone, however, as in another part of the estate was Chris' room; they had lived together since they became an item a while ago. The wolf wasn't quite as tidy as he was as his room tended to get cluttered from time to time. Not like his partner minded, though, as there was plenty of space to manoeuvre through. He'd been that way since they moved in together all those moons ago, so why change now?

If there was one thing Nathan enjoyed first thing in the morning, it was that he had a washroom attached to his own room. It wasn't actually all that special as every bedroom contained its own restroom. He'd liked the idea of it for some time now and specifically ordered it built that way when the mansion was being constructed, ultimately not caring if it was as big as the dining room or small enough for him to just squeeze in there so long as all he had to do was open a door beside his bed to get in.

The first thing he did was make sure to quench his thirst as he could feel how dry his mouth was. He was always amazed at how refreshing water was when he needed to rehydrate himself. It also served another purpose as he frequently splashed it all over his face in an effort to wake up, sometimes needing to do it more some days than others.

Toweling himself dry, he felt a pang of hunger strike him unexpectedly. Well, it wasn't too shocking given that he both normally ate shortly after waking up and had nearly a ton of bulk to feed. To the kitchen, he went.

Normally overlooked in many other dwellings, even the stairs here were exquisite in their construction. The railings themselves were gorgeously hand-carved over a significantly lengthy period of time. Nathan, however, had seen them hundreds of times already and ultimately paid them no mind as he plodded down them. He had other things to deal with at the moment.

The kitchen might have been one of his most favourite rooms in the entire abode, solely because he was given free reign to design the room however he saw fit. Not only did he finally get to have the kitchen that he'd always wanted, but he had the flow of the room specifically designed so that people could be constantly moving around without ever getting in someone else's way. If it were up to him, he'd call the space a wonder of the modern world.

But any revelry he might have done was cut short when his taut stomach rumbled again. He sighed, shifting his attention to the various foodstuffs that could possibly act as breakfast.

His train of thought was swiftly interrupted when he heard the telltale thumping footfalls of his partner come down the hallway. "Morning." Chris stretched a hand to his muzzle to stifle a yawn, his bulging bicep smooshing up against a packed pectoral. "Thought I'd find you down here."

"You know me well." Nathan smirked. "Got something in mind to eat?"

Chris shook his head. "My head's been spinning because of work, I haven't thought about much else." He rested his elbows on the marble-topped island and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

That caught Nathan's attention, his eyes lighting up as if he remembered something. "Oh, did you know that apparently the boss of my company is considering retiring soon?"

"Oh yeah?" Chris brushed his dirty-blond swoosh of hair out of his eyes as he turned his body to look at the green-furred fox. "What's gonna happen to the business then? Is someone else gonna take over the empty position?"

"Actually, I heard that he wanted to do a merger instead because that way someone with experience can lead the company."

Chris snorted out a chuckle. "Huh. Whoever he chooses better be ready then. There's a ton of assets under his control that I think very few people could handle right off the bat."

Nathan wryly grinned, knowing something the lupine didn't. "He was thinking of you and your company."

That shocked Chris into silence as his eyes bulged out as big as saucers. "Okay, this is legitimately the first I'm hearing of this." If he wasn't awake before, he certainly was now.

Nathan could only laugh in response to the wolf's reaction. "Don't worry, he's only started talking about it. Though, when he does finally mention something, just act surprised."

"I don't think that's gonna be hard." Chris' fingers slid along his forehead as his hands gripped his head, gaze falling onto the island. He then flicked his eyes up to look at the vulpine. "Why don't you take over? I'm sure you can handle it no prob."

"Eh, too much work, not enough reward. Don't get me wrong, the money tied to the position is awesome, but he's in charge of way too many things for me to be comfortable doing what he does." Nathan waved his hands in front of his prodigious pectorals as a dismissal of the notion. "You know, I'm a little astonished that you took over your boss' job."

Chris shrugged his boulder shoulders. "In all honesty, it wasn't that much of a step up from being CEO. I already had an idea of what the job would be like, which meant that I just had to get adjusted when the time came." He playfully stuck his tongue out. "I know it doesn't seem like it at times, but I can be pretty organized when I want to be."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Nathan rolled his eyes at the thought. "For the record, this isn't gonna happen for some time. Things like this take ages to see through."

"I'm glad. This would be the last thing I want happening right now." Chris forcefully sighed. "I can barely handle the reins of one company at the moment, so two might spell the death of me."

Nathan leaned back on the granite countertop as he stared at the gray-and-white-furred canine still clutching his head. "A bit melodramatic, don't you think?"

"I'm okay with the responsibilities I have now, but if I were to suddenly have the control of another company and mismanage everything because I got overwhelmed, then I can probably guarantee that the stockholders would be out for my head."

The thought of anyone trying to physically take the gargantuan canine down elicited a chortle from Nathan. "When you're over ten times the size and a hundred times as strong as any single one of them? My money's on you every single time."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I would still more than likely lose my job."

"Ah, you would land on your feet no problem." Nathan waved off the idea of the wolf being out of work. "You know, people would pay you good money to see you without your clothes on."

Chris' face dropped when he heard that, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "I'd like to think I'm worth more than just what my body looks like."

"And you are!" Nathan glided across the room to grip the lupine by his incredibly broad shoulders, leaning in to give a quick kiss on the lips. "It was only a joke. I know you've got an impeccable mind in that noggin of yours."

Chris smiled at the affection that he was given, though it had a secondary effect that he didn't prepare for - his turgid erection sprung to life at the touch. "So, I haven't jerked off today."

The sight of the monstrous pillar chubbed Nathan's own meatlog to full mast. "Me neither."

Arousal coursing through his veins, Chris' cock throbbed at the thought of getting off. "We might be in the kitchen, but I think we have another appetite to sate first."

"Alright, what are we thinking of?"

"We could do each other." Chris gripped the head of his cock, wincing at the sensitivity of the tip of his rod.

Nathan's pillar pulsed, oozing pre from the cumslit. "Oh, I like the sound of that!"

Neither of them had to say another word as they got into position on the tiled floor; it wasn't a soft bed, but it'd do in a pinch. Not wanting to waste any time, they both gripped each other's hog and greedily shoved them into their mouths.

Nathan felt relieved, not only from being able to pleasure the man that he was in a relationship with, but also because his own massive endowment was being tended to as well. He salivated over the pole in his mouth, doing well to get as much of it into his mouth as possible.

Chris, likewise, felt a sense of satisfaction run through him despite only just starting. He stroked the phallus in his grasp firmly, but delicate enough to be able to slide along the diamond-hard appendage. The moans of approval that he heard indicated that he was doing a good job.

The taste of the lupine's shaft was one thing that Nathan never grew tired of. He slithered his tongue all around the other man's dick, making especially certain to shove it into the bunched up foreskin. It was a trick he discovered some time ago that the wolf especially enjoyed, despite the reaction that usually occurred.

Chris felt a shiver rip up his spine as he gasped around the meat in his mouth. His grip on the fox's meat tightened every so slightly in response to his sensitivities being played with, which caused the other canine to groan in reply. The simple tongue work had thrown him that much closer to the edge.

Nathan, too, felt a familiar tightness coalescing in his lower half. The pressure in his taint was rising the more he was jerked off, causing him to leak more and more pre into the bespectacled wolf's mouth. He was already close to shooting.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Chris redoubled his efforts. His hands bobbed down the length of the vulpine's crotch rocket, though they lingered by the base with every pump. Eventually he got the bright idea to lightly grab a hold of those churning balls and give them a gentle squeeze; that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Nathan writhed in place from the sudden attack on his nether region. His hips involuntarily bucked the closer that he got to release, which was inherently evident by the continuous flow of seed down his lover's gullet. Every stroke, every lick, every inhale of the wolf's delicious musk... It all got too much, and his dam burst wide open.

The sudden feeling of spunk gushing down his throat caused a chain reaction in Chris, who then let his own floodgates fly free and geyser out everything that his cum tanks produced into the green-furred fox's awaiting maw. It felt like his soul was orgasming with how pent up he'd been that week and was grateful to finally let it all out at once.

The pair of them rode out their climaxes until the flow came to a trickle, leaving them both content and lying face up on the ground. Neither of them really wanted to get up right then as they wanted to give their bodies a moment to relax. That didn't stop Chris from snickering and letting a quip fly.

"That should give us some time to come up with a proper meal."

***

The silence was deafening in the conference room as the elderly owner of Nathan's company was busy signing the paperwork that would merge his and Chris' business together. There had been talks for months up to this point about how the one company would be consolidated into the other, with the wolf at the helm, leading the way. The old raccoon-dog was certain that the wolf would make an excellent director of all the new departments soon to be under his tutelage, but he seemed to be the only owner to have that view.

Chris, meanwhile, felt like his entire body consisted of stress. His bulging form had been consistently tense the whole time that the meeting took place, nearly threatening to tear his tailor-made suit to shreds. Now, he had no issue showing someone how his arm was wider across than an average person's waist, but it would be in incredibly poor form if it got exposed in a conference due to his clothes tearing apart at the seams.

As a member of his company's C-suite, Nathan was also present during the meeting, but was considerably calmer than the lupine was. He, like his soon to be former boss, had total faith in the gray-and-white-furred canine's abilities. That was because he, along with a few of his colleagues, would be working directly under his position, replacing other members who were moving onto other business ventures. He was positive that things would end up fine.

The senior tanuki smiled as he turned his head to the absurdly hugemongous wolf, carefully sending the paperwork over to be signed.

With a deep breath to steady his breathing, Chris accepted the small pile and got to work placing his signature wherever it was needed. He couldn't tell what was more nerve-wracking - the fact that he had to carefully read each and every page to make sure that he didn't miss anything important, or that he had so many eyes trained on him, watching his every move. It was times like that where he wanted to scream and let all his frustrations out, but he kept his cool and did what was needed to continue with the process.

The raccoon-dog nodded when he received the stack of paper back, diligently combing through them all with the sharp eye of a long-time businessman. It was obvious to everyone in the room that he was happy with what he saw as after he finished looking at the last page, he stuck out his hand to the lupine with a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. "Congratulations!"

Chris graciously accepted the hand with his own, extraordinarily careful so as to not crush the old man's mitt accidentally. "Thank you so much! I'll do my best to run the company like you did."

Unexpectedly to him, the rest of the people in the room erupted into cheers, most likely because half of them were moving on with their lives as well.

It was at that moment that Chris felt a wave of relief wash over his behemothian form, but it didn't mean that he was bereft of emotion. He'd kept his excitement stifled the entire time, to the point where he had to find an appropriate method of relieving his built-up tension.

That was when he made eye-contact with Nathan, seeming like the two of them instantly got the same idea. They both smirked as they excused themselves, leaving the conference room to go somewhere more private.

***

"Hey, that went great!" Nathan cheered for the lupine as his now-boss locked the door to his office behind them.

Chris gripped the door knobs as tight as he could, though he was unable to put a dent in them due to having custom-made knobs installed specifically for that purpose. "I thought I was gonna hurl." He huffed, shutting the blinds to the windows adjacent to the door. It was late enough in the day that mostly everyone had already gone home, but he still wanted to ensure that no one could peep into the room through the glass. "I was ready to do it the whole time."

"But you didn't! Now it's over, and you can relax." Nathan beamed as he leaned his hands back onto the wolf's desk - another thing designed to withstand his colossal size and strength.

"That's not gonna happen until I'm rid of all this tension." Chris forcefully exhaled through his nose. He began the arduous process of removing his suit jacket, careful not to rip it now.

Nathan mimicked his boss, placing his own attire on the chair opposite to the one that the other canine was using. "And that's where I come in."

"I know, I was counting on that." Chris struggled to remove his tie for a moment before it finally came undone. He'd gotten so used to taking his outfit off that his hands flew down the front of his dress shirt, unfastening the buttons with ease.

Nathan, however, was one step ahead of him, already displaying the enormous slabs of beef on his chest. His pants were similarly shucked off, which showed off the cock sock that he had to wear to keep himself decent, one with a snug ball-holder that he enjoyed the feeling of.

Chris picked up the pace by the time his belt came loose. Both his pants and underwear were around his ankles in seconds. "This almost feels like an abuse of power." He joked.

"That'd only be the case if you were forcing me to do this." Nathan chuckled, finally nude and more erect than he had been in a while. "I'm here of my own free will."

"Good to know." Chris grinned, his body also completely exposed to the temperature-controlled air of his office. With a spring in his step, he launched himself forward until he embraced the humongous fox, lips locking for a few, good minutes before stepping backwards. "You know," he snickered, "if we get any bigger, we might not be able to do that anymore."

"Let's cross that bridge when we get there." Nathan trailed a finger down his lover's pumped pecs, contouring his nail around the muscle ridges. "Now let's see what the big, bad boss is capable of."

Chris huffed at the remark. "With pleasure." In a display of reckless abandon, Chris flung his arm across his desk and shoved everything on top of it off, except for his lamp, which he gingerly placed on the ground instead. He then, with deliberate force, bent the vulpine over it, and lined the head of his prick with the other canine's tailhole.

"What, no foreplay?" Nathan snickered, though also wanted this now more than anything.

"We'll make up for it some other time." Chris liberally smeared the precum drooling from his dick around and inside the fox's quivering pucker, eliciting excited moans from the other man. Not being able to wait any longer, he gently pushed his way inside the canine underneath him until the resistance faded, to which he then slammed his pelvis flush with those green-furred cheeks.

Nathan cried out when he felt the lupine's pupmaker impale him for the first time, moaning every time after as he pumped his own cock with a fist. His other hand clutched onto the side of the desk for support while he planted his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. He'd been so busy with his own work in the week leading up to the merger that he hadn't had the opportunity to release his own billowing arousal. He reveled in the way that the wolf's schlong jackhammered his prostate, the signal shooting electrical impulses to the pleasure centre of his brain on repeat. It had taken some time to get here, but it was all worth it.

Squarely focused on quelling the inferno of desire washing over his form like a warm blanket of lava, Chris held onto his partner's hips and fucked that ass like a machine. His crotch rocket pistoned in and out, not slowing down no matter how hard those dimpled globes clenched onto it. Every single thrust sent the veins on his pole throbbing wildly, ensuring that he remained as hard as possible throughout the whole thing.

In addition to his increasingly staccato breathing, Nathan's eyelids had begun going half-lidded from the intense stimulation that the lupine gave him with every buck. His inhibitions were nosediving the longer that he tried to hold on, to the point where he couldn't edge any longer and was unceremoniously thrown over the peak of orgasm. Sticky foxbatter gushed from his pillar against the varnished side of the desk, trailing down until it started pooling on the carpet below him. This was exactly the release he was itching for.

Hot on his heels, Chris also felt the pressure in his prostate reach soar. His thrusts were slowing down as his fuckstick got progressively more lubricated from the copious amounts of pre leaking from his pole. He eventually couldn't take it and moaned out loud, blasting bucketloads of spunk down his cumpipe and into the silken bowels of the green-furred canine. He painted the other man's internal walls a pearlescent white as his flow flooded the tight asshole. Weeks of stress had just instantly vanished.

The pair of canines were left a sputtering mess by the time their climaxes subsided, needing the desk to provide another kind of support. It was then that Chris noticed the mess that they made, both from the fox's cum having wholly shot out onto the floor, and his cascading down his partner's leg to join the rest. He sighed. "I think all the custodial staff are getting raises in the near future."

***

As was the case for anyone who happened to find themselves packed with thousands of pounds of testosterone-laced bulk on their frames, both Chris and Nathan had to make regular visits to the company-owned tailor to get fitted. Too often they shredded through various tops and bottoms with a mere flex, though an involuntary one as they were simply moving around naturally. Such was the life of the statuesque canines.

Chris was currently being attended to by the lithe weasel running the store. The proprietor carried around a tape measure as he was trained to do, only to remember that the one meant for the average person was wholly unsatisfactory for use on the titans.

"Don't you look snazzy." Nathan eyed the wolf up and down as he leaned his mountainous back against the sturdy wall of the shop.

Chris could only stand there with his arms outstretched as the mustelid took every measurement possible, going so far as to needing a stepladder to reach his thick bull-like neck. "Thank you, though this suit is one of the only things that fits me these days." His chest heaved with every breath, though it thankfully didn't threaten to shred the suit to ribbons then and there. He just hated having to stand stock-still for what felt like an eternity.

"Well, I think you make any outfit look good."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Chris winked at the vulpine. As per the weasel's instructions, he was finally able to let his arms drop to his sides, though they were unable to rest at less than a thirty-five-degree angle. "Well, I think this suit should get me through a few meetings. I shouldn't have any incidents while wearing it at the very least."

Nathan brushed his long hair off of his boulder shoulders. "I keep telling you, barely anyone cared what happened."

"But everyone saw it, and that's the problem!" Chris grimaced, trying his best to not remember the investor conference that happened a week ago. He'd had no issues in the month after the company's merger up until that point in time. "But now I don't have to worry about any of that. Look how much give the fabric has!" A quick demonstration revealed that the cuff of his suit jacket stretched far further than was previously possible to.

"Oh damn, that actually is impressive!" Nathan whistled. "The guys here have certainly outdone themselves."

Chris wryly smirked. "See? I told you it was a good idea to invest in this business." He fluffed his jacket, happy with how it effortlessly contoured around his tremendous frame.

"Shit, I guess this is why you're the boss. You make good calls."

"Comes with experience. Feels like the merger was yesterday, and yet I've already expanded the business into previously untapped markets that neither company touched." Chris rode high upon his successes, resting his hands on his hips as he remembered back to when he started working the position. The fond memories were interrupted, though, when he began to smell his own scent, immediately thinking that he didn't put enough deodorant on that morning. As if wanting to make things worse, the intoxicating aroma spurred his libido into activating, causing the basket of his pants to tear open due to the power of his leviathan dong. "Perhaps we should research stronger materials to make fabric with." His shoulders drooped forward in disappointment.

Nathan's eyes bugged out as he surveyed the damage, only to suffer the same fate when the sight of the fat log of wolfmeat provoked his own pillar to punch its way out of its fabric prison. "God fucking damnit..."

The brown-furred weasel - ever the professional - didn't even blink when that occurred. "Perhaps I should lead you gentlemen to the newest feature of this store." He offered, beckon the pair of hulks to follow him. "I think you'll both find it quite helpful."

The canines were taken to individual rooms - stark white with a drain in the middle of the floor, and large enough to house them comfortably.

Chris's expression grew perplexed when he didn't recognize the additions to the shop. "Okay, what are we looking at here?"

"I forget what we officially listed them as in the paperwork, but these, for all intents and purposes, are rooms that you can use to relieve your urges in. Completely soundproofed, by the way." The impeccably-dressed weasel explained, not even batting an eye when reciting an explanation that would make many a person blush simply from hearing it. "That's why we requested the increase in the budget."

"And now that makes sense." Nathan recalled seeing the submitted application a while back but didn't question the reason as the company could easily afford the cost.

"Well, I'll leave the pair of you to it. We'll have those new suit pants ready by tomorrow." The weasel tailor turned around to head back into the store proper, leaving the hunks to close their respective doors behind them.

Chris admired the appearance of the room as his eyes panned around it. "Damn, new stuff always looks nice. What do you think, Nate?" The silence caught him off guard until he remembered what the weasel had said. "Oh right, soundproofed. I'll have to ask him when we're done."

Nathan, on the other hand, wasted no time and instantly began stroking his python when he heard the door click shut. It was almost like a thrill to him to be doing this in a store not known for this kind of conduct, even though this current room was built for this purpose. He might make a habit of letting off some steam every time that he got fitted now.

Chris wasn't that far behind, relishing in the cool, conditioned air that lapped at his monstrous endowment. His balls hung free, audibly churning with fresh seed ready to be unleashed. It was almost a nuisance how good blowing his load felt at his size. Almost.

Steam arose from Nathan's genitals the faster that he went to town on himself. The veins on his prick throbbed from the attention, keeping his member harder than rock. His pendulous testicles engorged with cum, slapping the bottom of his thighs with rhythmic thuds. He was a testament to vulpine virility; his horniness knew no bounds.

From the sensation of his own cum tanks slamming his grotesquely-stuffed quads, Chris felt like his release was coming faster than usual. One might think that the impact would feel painful, but the sensitivity that came with his immense size made him perceive quite the opposite. It surged pure euphoria throughout his body, pushing him ever so closer to release.

Nathan knew that his fun was coming to an end soon, though he didn't mind in the slightest. All of his musculature tensed as he drew nearer to orgasm, causing the rest of his suit to tear at the seams with a resounding rip. But he paid it no mind. The pressure in his lower half ballooned the more that his balls were ready to fire their load until he gave one last pump of his fist and blasted long, sticky ropes of jizz against the far wall.

Chris, too, succumbed to the pleasure and rocketed his own wolfbatter out, giving the wall another coating of white. His breathing laboured, he struggled to keep his eyes open as his body's focus was on his impressive rod, one that normal people would have trouble encircling with their hands. He discharged what felt like a bathtub's worth of cum before the flow came to a halt, resting against the wall behind him in order to catch his breath. It felt good being the boss.

Nathan also felt his balls eventually drain themselves, leaving him a panting mess as he slowly regained his bearings. He felt good - _really_good - and was ready to ride that high until he happened to see what happened to his new suit. "I'll get the research and development budget increased." He groaned.

***

Another glorious day materialized as Chris laid on his enormous bed, wanting just five more minutes of sleep. He'd unfortunately not get that as his nose now rested in his pecs when laying on his back, which engulfed his olfactory sense with his own heady musk. That in and of itself wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but every time he got a whiff of himself his morning wood always shot straight up in the air, regrettably getting his blood pumping.

With an annoyed sigh, he rolled out of bed, ignoring the protesting of the creaky frame. He'd gotten used to being hard first thing in the morning and actually became quite adept at ignoring his urges to get the rest of his routine done. It was especially easy when he immediately wandered into his personal washroom to take a cold shower, dulling his arousal in an instant. Release was nice, but relief was better.

Quickly toweling off what he could before air drying the rest, Chris felt ready to tackle the day now that his needs were suppressed enough to continue. He had plenty of time to get off later anyway.

He took the elevator to the main floor as he didn't feel awake enough to deal with the stairs yet. His gut instinct was to check out the kitchen to see if their personal chef had started making breakfast yet, only to see his partner relaxing on a reclining chair in their posh living room that could easily fit three regular-sized people. "Morning."

Nathan looked up from the book that he was reading to see the massive wolf leaning on the wall of the room's entrance. "Oh, you're finally awake." They'd long forgone doors as their extensive width made it incredibly costly to have them custom-made, so they decided that they weren't worth it in the end.

"Yeah, on time. You're up earlier than usual."

Nathan shrugged his boulder-like shoulders. "Eh, had a bad night. Woke up a few times in a pool of my own sweat."

"The AC has been having issues lately." Chris rubbed his chin in thought before flicking his eyes back to the vulpine. "I assume you notified the chef what we wanted to eat this morning."

Nathan nodded. "Yeah, though I told him to do double what we normally eat."

"Double?!" Chris' eyes bulged as wide as saucers when he heard that. "You must be really hungry if you want double. I know he's got a whole team of cooks behind him to help prepare the meal, but that's still a lot of food!"

"Yeah, well, we're a lot of canine, and we have a lot of bulk to feed." Nathan bookmarked his spot and then set the book down on the table beside him. He took extra care not to break the chair when he returned it to its proper resting position. "I was thinking that we hit the gym to burn off any excess calories. We missed yesterday, so it's definitely a good idea to go today."

"Very true." Chris affirmed. The gym was a private one for the two of them, not because it was closed off to the public or anything, but because literally nobody else in the world could even attempt to use any of the equipment in the building. It was also extra special because the fox had gifted it to him on the day that the merger happened.

Just then, Nathan caught movement out of the corner of his eye, his gaze jumping to the wolf's gigantic pillar springing to life. His expression didn't even change due to seeing it happen thousands of times already. "Have you showered already?"

Chris groaned in defeat. "Ah fuck."

***

The pair of canines sauntered into the gym like they owned the place, even though they clearly knew that they did. Minimal staff was required to keep the building operational as there wasn't any need to tend to them, which meant that they had it all to themselves - just how they liked it.

The equipment was ideal for them to workout with as they all got heavier by increments of hundreds of pounds, which only really made them break into a sweat when dealing with the largest on the racks. They once had a heavyweight bodybuilder try the lightest weights, but it took him five minutes of struggling before he called it quits and left in embarrassment.

Nathan took his spot on a bench in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors, his selected warmup weights weighing more than a small car. "You know, I've regularly wondered why you were always bigger than I am even though we've grown at pretty much the same rate for our entire lives."

Chris shrugged as he loaded up the bench press bar with enough weight to crush a tank; it was perfect to get his blood pumping. "I couldn't tell you. I guess my body just liked the size and kept me gaining mass whenever it could."

"Makes sense to me, I guess." Nathan paid it no mind as they were enormous specimens of canine masculinity throughout their entire lives. Not even the general public questioned anything.

Confident that he was ready to go, Chris positioned himself under the barbell on the bench, making sure that his back was squared up and that his hands were far enough apart. He let himself have a few, long breaths to calm himself down, only to abruptly push upwards, causing veins to snake along his mammothian musculature.

Nathan didn't go quite as hardcore, preferring to start with curls before moving onto the heavier stuff. His eyes were solely trained on his reflection, ensuring that his form stayed consistent throughout the whole exercise. One needed discipline at the gym if they were going to see results.

Chris grunted with every rep, the weight getting easier and easier to manage as time went on. Like every other visit, the simple act of working out one set of muscles was enough to induce his whole body in a colossal pump, forcing his workout attire to ride up his swelling bulk. It didn't faze him, however, as he was exceptional at keeping his concentration through difficult tasks. It did feel nice, though.

With one arm done, Nathan moved onto the next one, his long, green hair cascading down his hilly back and shoulders. Even though he donned the loosest gym clothes currently at his disposal, his bloated muscles pushed the seams to their near breaking-point. His focus was maintained the entire way through, and it wasn't until the very end of his warmup that he felt the basket of his shorts end up almost vacuum-sealed around his junk. "Ah hell, I hate when this happens."

Chris was having his own sexual frustrations, as his cock forced itself out of its confines and pushed past the waistband of his shorts to freedom. There it stood, tall and proud, casting a shadow on its owner who was busy finishing his set.

Nathan noticed it right away and plodded along the padded floor, waiting for the wolf to be done to address the issue. He had to admire his partner though, his form was impeccable!

A sudden groan signaled the end of Chris' bench press, now hard as hell with his fur matted with sweat. This was an incredibly common occurrence for him due to the sheer amount of testosterone coursing through his system, meaning that he had to take care of his 'problem' before moving on.

"Having some trouble there?" Nathan leaned his brawny arm on the rested barbell, watching the behemothian lupine push his swollen form to his feet.

Chris huffed, his endowment pulsing with need. "Fucking hell..." Pre drooled from the tip, which was mashed into his clothed pectorals and staining the fabric of his top.

Nathan moved in to help the wolf with his dilemma. "Hang on, I gotcha."

"You sure?" Chris' prodigious chest heaved with every breath, each slab of beef heavier than the largest weights in the building.

"I know how to take care of you." Nathan snarked, freeing his own erection into the open air. The cool breeze from the vents above his titanic body felt wonderful at that moment.

Chris felt his knees buckle from the other canine gently fondling his monolithic schlong and made sure to land in such a way that the other man could still have access to his cum tanks. He'd been neglecting himself for the last little while and his body was punishing him for it with a vengeance.

The hot scent of virile masculinity wafted from the wolf's tumescent manhood, enticing Nathan to come closer. He breathed along the breath in lascivious desire before giving the achingly-hard boner a long, drawn-out lick. The taste was sensational, and his body craved more. With a deep breath, he shoved that cocktip into his mouth and moaned, reveling in the preseed that swiftly oozed from it.

Succumbing to the fox's oral stimulation, Chris fell onto his back, propped up by the enormity of his rolling muscles. His hands instantly shot to his pectorals, pushing the practically painted-on fabric aside so that he could grope himself. The feeling shooting through him was indescribable.

Nathan's talented tongue made sure to hit all the spots that it could reach as the lupine's engorged phallus dwarfed the average person, not just their own penis, but their whole body, in fact! He licked and sucked and slurped all that he could, focusing on supplying as much pleasure that he possibly could. That didn't stop him from partaking in the fun himself. His free hand snapped to his dripping shaft, causing him to moan around the fuckmeat in his mouth when he felt how expansive his own dick was. It was akin to rubbing the fleshy equivalent of a colosseum pillar, and he loved it.

Chris' groaning only intensified the more that his pole was worked over. His chest tensed in sync with his heart beat, which was as fast as he pistoned his cock into the vulpine's mouth. Every thrust caused his muscly ass to clench due to the rise in pressure, with his taint becoming particularly swollen as a result. It didn't matter how quickly he came or how many times a day he did it, his body would always want more.

Nathan was beginning to lose himself the more he progressed, not only because the taste of wolf pre was irresistibly enticing, but because his own orgasm was drawing near. He was split as to where he should send his focus, ending up trying to do both at the same time and struggling because of it. If the cries of his lover were any indication, he was about to be inundated very shortly.

Not able to take any more stimulation, Chris's cum tanks forced out everything that they'd spent all that time producing, up his cock and into the awaiting mouth of the fox. The other canine's greedy gullet ensured that not a single drop was going anywhere else.

Overwhelmed, Nathan gave up the fight and let himself bust his nut onto the padded floor of the gym, coating it with his white hot spunk. The creamy jizz geysered out at what felt like lightspeed, pooling onto the ground before traveling down the slight decline to the drain in the centre of the room. That was a critical feature of this establishment as he was aware what kind of hijinks that the pair of them would get into.

Chris found himself nearly passing out, but still holding on to consciousness as the last of his cum was blasted into the vulpine. He found it exceptionally impressive that his partner could contain the output of his monstrous testosterone factories as he measured his yield one time and discovered that he could almost fill a regular-sized in-ground swimming pool! Where the mammothian green-furred fox put it all away, he'd never know.

Nathan sputtered when both his and the lupine's flows dwindled, able to catch his breath for the first time in several moments. He could feel the weight of the other man's seed in his gut, but it didn't hinder him in the slightest. In fact, it actually energized him more than anything, and enticed him to keep pushing himself since they were already in the gym. "What do you say we keep going, hmm?"

The smile on Chris' face was all the communication needed.

***

Sleep was a precious commodity that the canines weren't able to afford for the past week as their extensive home had been undergoing renovations to increase the width of the entrances to every single room in the mansion. It'd been on their mind for some time now, with the final straw being Chris getting stuck trying to enter the wine cellar and having to destroy part of the wall in order to free himself. Their dwelling simply couldn't accommodate men as wide as they were tall.

Luckily for them, they already had a solution in the form of a converted warehouse that temporarily housed workers who were unable to make it back home after a long day, ensuring that they could get a full night's sleep that wouldn't be cut short by an hours-long drive there and back. It was all free of charge for employees, of course.

But nothing could beat the feeling of sleeping in your own home, and the both of them greatly looked forward to being able to do that as they stepped through the threshold to their mansion. The front entrance was about the only place that still had something to block it off, which in this case was a converted barn door that was just wider than either of them were.

"Oh man, is it ever good to be home." Chris huffed. The cool air coming from the vents caressed his titanic muscles, which were only free because he'd long outgrown the ability to wear clothes. Just about the only thing that he could still don was a pair of overly stretched dark-green speedos that looked practically painted on over the top of his generous endowment.

"Agreed. Nothing beats familiarity." Nathan, too, only wore a speedo, which also left nothing up to the imagination.

Chris poked his head around the corner to check out the entry to their living room, marveling in the amount of space that he was now blessed with. "Oh wow, those guys did a bang-up job here!" He demonstrated his findings to the fox by rotating his humongous frame in every direction that he could. "Neither my pecs nor my back touch the walls now."

"That's good," Nathan smirked, "but it was pretty hot watching you destroy the wall to make room for yourself."

Chris groaned. "Don't forget extraordinarily costly." He narrowed his eyes at the vulpine. "Remember, I very nearly took out a support beam at the same time? We'd still be living elsewhere while the kitchen was remade."

"But, hey, we don't have to worry about that happening now. We're in the clear."

"For now, yeah." Chris nodded, his nose tapping his protruding pectorals. "Barring us growing any more, that is. That's the last thing we need."

"Ah, that's not gonna happen for a long while. We've got plenty of time to plan ahead before then." Just then, an idea popped into Nathan's head. "Hey, the swimming pool got done while we were gone. Let's go check it out!" He'd had a pool before moving in with his partner, though never got around to having one installed despite how much he missed the convenience of it. It was only after the wolf mentioned that neither of them had gone swimming in quite some time that he finally remembered.

Chris rubbed his chin, a feat not made easy by his bulky chest pushing his sumptuous arms back due to literally hundreds of pounds of muscle on both body parts. "Actually, I wouldn't mind that. I've never been over to someone's house that had an indoor pool before."

"Awesome!" Nathan cheered. As much as he'd have liked to, he couldn't run to the room that housed the pool, instead awkwardly waddling over.

Chris followed closely behind, which was effortless to do since neither of them moved very fast these days. He kept going until he nearly toppled into the concrete wall that was the fox, wondering what the hold up was. "Uh, everything alright?"

"It's just that..." Nathan sighed before stepping out of the way so that the lupine could see for himself. "I didn't realize that they didn't fill it up."

Chris looked down at the empty basin, though completely expecting to see it. "Yeah, the company only installs the things. They don't do the filling too. We've gotta call someone else to get water in here."

"Damn." One would barely be able to tell on account of the utter mountain of mass that Nathan was, but he drooped his shoulders in disappointment. "I was hoping to give it a try." Dejectedly, he walked around to where the stairs were and looked down at the barren pool. That was when he got an idea.

Chris's jaw nearly hit the floor, thoroughly puzzled by the fox removing his immense meatlog from his speedos. "What are you doing?"

Nathan's mouth contorted into a mischievous smirk. "What does it look like? I'm gonna fill the pool."

Chris now looked wholly unimpressed by the statement. "Seriously?"

"What? It's gotta be done anyway, so I thought I'd take care of it. You're welcome to join me if you'd like."

"I'd rather swim in water than cum, thank you very much." Chris stated, positively miffed by the mere thought.

"I was gonna have it cleaned out and then properly filled, okay?" Nathan dropped the playful charade. "I'm just bummed out right now, is all. This was how I was gonna vent my frustration."

Still baffled, but slowly understanding, Chris shook his head. "If you're being honest with me-"

"I am." Nathan asserted.

"-Then I'll join you." Chris was about to tuck his thumbs under the bands of his speedo in order to shuck it off, but the swelling of his monumental manhood snapped them violently and sent the garment flying across the room, smacking against one of the windows before falling unceremoniously to the floor. "Aw fuck..."

"Glad to have you aboard." Nathan patted the lupine on his shoulder, though he felt more trap than deltoid. "Say, how about we have some more fun with this?"

Chris quirked a brow, as there was no way that he could do the same with his head. "What have you got in mind?"

Nathan grinned, he knew that the wolf would enjoy this. "Come here and find out." He gave his obelisk-sized cock a deliberate rub, coaxing a dribble of pre from the tip.

Chris ambled on over to the fox, only to have his fuckstick pressed against his enormous frame as Nathan smooshed the pair of them together. "O-Oh!" The act caught Chris off-guard, who gasped when he felt the sudden force applied to his monstrous member.

"Yeah, this." Nathan playfully stuck his tongue out. "Remember when we used to do this all the time back in the day?"

Despite his efforts, Chris couldn't stop his hands from caressing his phallus, as if his shaft was sexually magnetic. It was also the only thing that he could reach. "Yeah, I do. I couldn't tell you why we stopped doing it."

"Beats the fuck out of me, but I think it's just about the only thing that we can do still." Nathan sucked in air as the throbbing from the gray-and-white-furred canine's pole stimulated his own rod into drooling rivulets of precum down the length. In an instant, he began rubbing his sensitive cockflesh, at least whatever he could get his hands on.

Chris, likewise, stroked the hell out of his meat, knowing that it was hard enough to handle the power in his arms; he'd punched a hole in the ground with his dick before, so he knew that this was nothing in comparison.

Nathan slightly convulsed with every bob of his hands, though thoroughly enjoying the feeling of euphoria engulfing his body. His mind swam with the raw pleasure of arousal, taking in the stimulation offered by every single one of his senses. It was hard to keep focused when the temperature of the room gradually increased from the sheer amount of heat that the two of them exerted - bringing about an air of natural, unfiltered musk wafting around them - but it didn't matter when his muscle memory managed everything involuntarily.

The same was happening to Chris, whose nose was buried deep in between his pec cleavage. He'd gotten used to his overwhelming scent coming out during times of fun, and so indulged in it whenever he could as he normally had to have it masked due to his numerous public appearances. This time, however, was more intense, and he relished in his partner providing ample resistance so that his flexing muscles had to work overtime.

The feeling of his truck-tire-sized balls producing his next load excited Nathan, wanting to expedite the process and cum as fast and as hard as he could. His hands flew - well, to him they were rushing - along the surface of his turgid erection, the veins snaking along it pulsating from his quickening heartbeat. The pressure in his loins also increased, climax becoming imminent. At his hugemongous size, there was no holding back an orgasm. All he could do was angle his crotch rocket away from himself and ride it out.

Chris also had no choice in succumbing to the pure, unadulterated bliss that came with shooting off loads of his wolfbatter like the world's strongest firehose. Not that he minded, of course, as the sexual satisfaction achieved was through the roof. He moaned aloud as his stupendously large cum tanks drained, with the pressure of them launching his flow in an arc above his head and landing in the pool, where it mixed with the vulpine's output.

Time became a blur to Nathan the longer that he spewed his white hot ropes of spunk, the feeling in his orbs barely abating. He couldn't even look at what time the clock on the wall was displaying as his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. The gratification washed over him like a blanket, enveloping him in a warm, orgasmic embrace.

This had to have been the hardest that Chris had cum in his life. The sheer abundance of jizz that he was discharging could've likely pierced through steel with how hard it was blasted from his cumpipe. His muscles tensed all over. Every single one of his limbs was locked in place as he clutched onto his pillar for dear life, but the sensation of relief was on the horizon. His river of seed was slowing down, allowing him to feel the edges of consciousness return to him. But what a time to wake up at!

Nathan wheezed hard as his flood subsided, his face falling into his sweat-matted pecs. Exhaustion rocked his system to its core. The only thing he was capable of doing was standing, but only just. It took several moments for enough energy to return to him, where he was finally able to see the wolf standing opposite from him.

Chris, too, felt like he was ready to pass out. Yet, he couldn't deny that he felt comfort now that his balls weren't so achingly full. He had to turn his whole, swollen, body to see the outcome of their efforts, but right there was the result - their combined output filled up a swimming pool that was magnitudes larger than Olympic regulation. He was happy. "You were right, I feel a lot better now."

***

"Okay, so how are we doing on our transportation initiative?" Chris asked as he sat on his massively muscled rear, mountainous back leaning against a heavily reinforced wall. The wolf was so immense that his mobility was nearly gone, only really moving around when necessary. But that's just how he'd been for years now, so he was used to it.

So, one day he got the idea to invest in hologram computer technology as he correctly predicted that he'd be physically unable to use a standard desktop setup in the future. It was revolutionary, and an absolute game-changer in terms of accessibility.

The same was said of Nathan, who was also almost entirely immobile. He had his own space in the room, though the pair of them combined nearly swallowed up the entirety of what used to be both their living room _and_dining room.

"The research into buses, trams, and subways running on various renewable resources is nearing completion with a prototype of each ready within the month." Nathan stated, his eyes reading the screen that the special headset that he was wearing projected. "While it might be a hard sell due to what politicians consider the 'costly' nature of clean energy, I project that we'll be able to incentivize cities to purchase entire fleets of our vehicles simply by lowering the price of them."

"Excellent, that's genuinely good news." Chris had the exact same arrangement, allowing him to quickly bring up whatever documents he was required to work on. His fingers - just about the only things that could still move freely - had a specialized attachment that would read their movements and convert them into actions on the screen. It was highly sophisticated technology, with the two canines being the only users of it in the entire world.

One other piece of equipment that was necessary was a milker for each of them, only these were industrial-sized ones not available for the general public. They were uniquely fitted to their leviathan manhoods, which always entered rooms before they did, and were matched with engorged testosterone factories that could crush freighters without a second thought.

Still, they were highly busy executives at their company, and as such required these setups just to be able to do their work. So many people counted on them!

"Hmm." Chris mused, his cock steadily leaking precum. The low humming sound of the milker's suction tube had long been gotten used to.

"What's on your mind?" Nathan asked, unable to look at the lupine with both his traps and pecs locking his point of view forward.

Chris' prick throbbed; both his and the vulpine's were constantly erect these days. "I think my milker will need refitting soon. It's getting rather tight."

"I'll notify the appropriate department that they'll need to design a larger suction cup, though they might be able to figure that out when they see that their budget has been increased." Nathan was able to do everything that he just said with a few, simple flicks of his finger. He'd gotten incredibly adept at using the system. "Is there anything that our personal staff can help you with at the moment."

Chris' extremities fidgeted as his limbs couldn't. "Not unless they can do my work for me." He gasped as his body grew hot, his loins stiffening as hard as they could. Time for his hourly milking. All of a sudden, the machine activated, signaled to start from the increase in activity from his diamond-hard wolfhood. The head of the milker began its routine and bobbed up and down on the head of his dick.

The sight of his colossal lover getting attended to always got Nathan hot and bothered, with this time being no exception. "Yup, I deserve a break." He suspended the software on his computer as his own milker roared to life. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let the welcoming sensation of suction on his cocktip whisk him away into the throes of euphoria.

His breathing becoming laboured, Chris groaned as his fingers found purchase on his expansive winglike lats. The muscle was so densely packed that nothing on earth - at least that had been invented - could even _dent_his flesh. Just the feeling of his meager ministrations was enough to fuel his libido.

Nathan was in much of the same boat, with his bloated balls gurgling away as they churned up more jism. He reveled in the overwhelming feeling of delight as his shaft was slurped on by the apparatus. Every motion of the machine caused him to squirm, as well as tense his musculature up to the point where his head was almost entirely engulfed in his body. This was an astonishingly common occurrence to him now.

Chris' prostate swelled the more that his pillar was sucked on, causing his eyes to shut almost instantaneously when it happened. His groans turned to grunts, then to snorts when his pelvis started flexing. That flagged the milker to pick up speed, keeping the head of his shaft engulfed in the cup while it pumped him for all his body was worth. To him, it was worth it every time.

Nathan grew to be able to tell how far along the process of orgasm he was, as he hadn't been able to edge himself along for nearly a decade now. His ability to get himself off was lost almost a year to the date, which is when the milkers had been installed. He initially resisted because he found the whole idea silly, but he was happy to be proven wrong when it meant that all of his output could be contained. It gave him peace of mind to cum however hard that he wanted and not have to worry about cleanup. It was good because he had one hell of a cannon attached to him!

The throes of climax were on the horizon for Chris, who was more than content to let it happen. Having the device do the work for him meant that he could get back to work that much quicker, and he was just about ready to have that happen. All it took was one final pump of the suction cup for his floodgates to be set free and engulf the machine with his sticky deluge.

Hearing the wolf blast his gigantic load was the straw that broke Nathan's back. He quickly lost himself to release, blasting lakes-worth of foxbatter into the apparatus where it was transported to an underground storage facility. The two canines had gotten their best researchers on the case of trying to discover how they had become the colossi that they were and ensured that they were provided with ample biological material for the cause.

Chris couldn't tell how much time had passed when his balls had fully emptied, only that his body screamed for rest. Involving every single muscle in orgasm would do that to someone, though literally only one other person on the planet understood that. It was an exhausting process, but it was a necessity if he was to continue doing his job as leader of a multinational conglomerate.

All that could be heard from the two of them was a symphony of panting, with both needing an extensive amount of time to regain enough energy to begin working again. Such was their lives, not that anyone else knew what it felt like.

But they were used to it by now.

***

Busy with running his company, Chris was situated in his personal quarters of the mansion that he shared with his partner. The canines had become completely immobilized by their grotesque musculature, their height being their smallest dimension by a landslide. They were so mammothian that they had to be in their own parts of their home as they simply couldn't fit into a room together anymore. Not like they actually minded that fact as they could easily still communicate over text to each other.

The only other thing was that their cum tanks had gotten so productive by this point in time that they were constantly firing off loads of spunk, requiring a tube fitted to their monstrous shafts just to be able to collect it all without making a mess. There was a genuine concern that they'd flood the surrounding area if something malfunctioned, so they made sure that it was a top priority.

The thing was that they were both so acclimated to continually emptying their ever-filling orbs that they could still work regardless. They were numb to the pleasure that came with it, which saddened them at first, but it trained their willpower in a way that no other person could ever hope to accomplish. They regarded that as a win!

With his presence not virtually demanded for a few hours, Chris thought he'd take the time to have a look at the pair's local network and see if any tidying up was in order. His fingers twitched as directories and folders were combed through in a matter of seconds. Everything seemed to be in order, until he happened upon the vulpine's loose documents scattered across his own personal drive. He really oughta tell the green-furred behemoth that virtual organization was just as important as physical. No matter, he could handle this on his own no problem.

At the very least, the fox was proficient with his naming conventions, meaning that establishing a system of classification was a breeze. It was honestly embarrassing how good he was at cleaning up a drive.

Then Chris stumbled upon something odd - a random text file that was simply named Reality, which was... fucking bizarre. What was stranger was that the document's properties indicated that he had modified it in the past. When did this happen? He didn't remember it even existing at all! He just had to find out what it was.

Wait, he did remember this! He thought it was a silly little wish fulfillment thing that his partner created, only that the text had changed since he last used it. That, above everything else, aroused suspicion in him. He didn't even think it was that long ago that he typed anything into it, which he was able to confirm by looking at the file's metadata and seeing that it was last modified exactly a week ago. Something's not adding up. This thing didn't actually do anything, right?

It couldn't have as he and the long-haired fox had been this way for ages now. This was computer code that spit data into a word processor which turned it into legible characters that he could understand; it was as basic a computational function as he could think of. None of that could change their reality as he was positive that he'd have seen any and all alterations!

But what if it did modify them and their surroundings? His mind was awash with questions regarding what he saw, but with no answers to pair them with. Does this program actually do anything?

Wouldn't hurt to try, right?

Chris pondered the endless possibilities that could be written. The only problem was that his mind was drawing a blank; he already had everything that he really wanted. Wait, maybe there was something after all. "Hmm, we could use a little bit of mobility." He began altering the text. "Maybe some other things too."

'Both Nathan and Chris will grow 5x their size overnight every night and will maintain an acceptable degree of mobility, flexibility, and seminal production so that their quality of lives aren't hindered greatly.'

"There!" Chris beamed, thoroughly pleased with himself. Making sure that the file got saved, he closed out of the program, only to stop and stare at the icon on the screen. It was silly to think that anything would happen, but at least he'd have visual confirmation if it did. He would see the changes, right?

In any case, it was time for the file to be sorted. The vulpine's drive was now comprehensively uncluttered, and it gave him the perfect place to keep it safe.

On second thought, he actually decided to move it into his drive. He might have a look at it later on.