FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

The squalid neglect of the inner city was an unfortunate sight for most people to behold. Storefronts shuttered for years, yawning fissures that dominated the area, crooks that accosted you at every turn... It was a wonder that anyone was able to get around the place unharmed. People not from the area would immediately turn around and travel back in the direction that they came in, but for locals - including Sam and Max, Freelance Police - it was nothing short of a familiar paradise. "Boy, it sure is good to be back on home soil again, eh, Max?" Sam opened the door to their office, greeted by everything left the way that it was before their trip.

"Man, why is it that all these other countries get to have more fun than we do? This place is so boring now!" Max groaned, following the dog through the doorway.

"I think it's a good thing. Now it gives people a good reason to travel outside of the country."

"And expand their minds?" Max sarcastically quipped. "I'll have you know that's not what this great nation stands for!"

Sam grinned. "Yes, I forgot. I suppose we've been failing our patriotic duty to remain as oblivious to the world as possible."

"Yeah, we're totally bad citizens." Max giggled, shutting the door behind him. It was only then that he really got a good look at the place and wasn't a fan of what he saw. "Jeez, this place kinda looks like a dump after not seeing it for months now. Really makes me wish that we got paid so we can fix it."

"That's kinda precisely why we don't get paid." Sam stated matter-of-factly.

"Say what now?" Max's head instantly whipped around, his gaze meeting the canine's.

Sam had to chuckle at the rabbit's obliviousness. "Yeah, every time we make a mess of something, The Commissioner pays people to clean up after us. I'm surprised you didn't know that."

The dawning realization had only just caught up to Max, who now was able to piece together things that didn't quite make sense before. "Huh, well you learn something new every day."

"I learned that back when you bought yourself a rocket launcher that one year."

"I'll never forget how much fun Jolene and I had together." Max wistfully sighed. "I just wish ammo wasn't so expensive or else I would've gotten more."

Sam crossed his arms, eyes trained on the lagomorph in front of him. "I think it's for the best that you didn't."

"Spoilsport." With a grace inherent in his species, Max jumped up onto the office desk in the centre of the room, effortlessly landing butt-first with his legs dangling over the side. "So, what's on the agenda now?" He inquired, leaning onto the tiny, standard-definition television beside him.

"Honestly? I got nothing." Sam shrugged. "And it's not like we can check to see if The Commissioner left us any new cases to do because someone felt compelled to microwave the answering machine."

"I'll have you know, I was conducting a very important scientific experiment." Max's voice swelled with faux-importance.

Sam quirked a brow. "And what might that be?"

"To see what happens when you microwave an answering machine, of course."

Sam felt himself overcome with annoyance toward his partner. "With your findings being..."

"It made lightning!" As he was wont to do, Max's exuberance was further emphasized by vigourous hand gestures. "Also a funny smell, but lightning was the cooler observation."

Sam palmed his face with both hands and sighed. "I'm so glad something positive came from it."

"As am I. The last thing I'd want was for nothing to happen." Max jumped onto the floor with a grunt, ready to wander around the room looking for something to do, until he heard the sound of something falling onto the floor beside him. He looked over to see what it was, instantly recognizing what made the noise. "Huh, I totally forgot that we still had this thing." The small, electronic device at his feet whirred to life upon contact with the hard surface.

"Right, the supernatural energy detector!" Sam declared, abruptly acknowledging its existence again. "You know, I still wonder where you keep anything on your person."

Max picked up the gadget while giving the dog a deliberate look. "Wouldn't you like to know!"

"Yes, I would." Sam nodded.

"Oh. Well, it's none of your damn business." Various flashing lights on the instrument indicated several things to its user, though none of them were of the utmost importance at the moment. Max rubbed his chin in thought as he looked at the device. "What should we do with this thing?"

Sam scratched his head as he watched the lights on the gadget repeatedly blink on and off. "I guess we just throw it in the pile with other junk we've only used once in our lives."

"'Junk', Samuel? I think not!" As if displaying it off to a group of people, Max held the tool in his outstretched hands. "This is a sophisticated piece of machinery capable of discovering pockets of metaphysical power that our material bodies are unable to locate."

"A very rousing description of the device, Max, but we still only used it a single time."

Max violently shook his head. "Nuh uh! I also used it to find the bathroom, remember?"

"My momma's Five-Alarm Chili truly is the most magical of foods. That poor guard..." Sam chuckled; it felt good to be home again. The feeling didn't stay long, however, as a quick glance around the room signified that something was off for whatever reason. It wasn't obvious what was different at first, but then it hit him. "Say, where is our heap of stuff?"

The question caught Max off-guard, needing to seriously think about its whereabouts. Of course, it didn't take him long to remember what happened to it. "Uh... oh, the neighbourhood kids were bored, so I chucked everything out the window before we left and let them go nuts." He nodded, pleased with himself.

Sam, on the other hand, heard alarm bells going off in his head, anxious panic racing through his veins. "Max, there were a lot of guns in that pile."

"Someone's gotta take over for us when we retire, right?"

Sam slapped his forehead in dread. "Yeah, but we need someone with _more_trigger discipline, knucklehead. Not less!" The thought of all of their pilfered contraband in the hands of those slippery rapscallions unnerved him, with him having a good idea of what the children in the area were really like. "Shouldn't we at least be training them if that's the case?"

"Eh, I think they'll get enough practice on their own. Besides, is it really the best idea for untrained professionals like us to be the ones doing the training?" Max shrugged, only for his attention to be pulled to the instrument in his hand when its lights started shining brightly. He wasn't sure what triggered it at first, swinging it wildly around the room until he landed back on Sam, the lights staying on indefinitely. "Hey, look, it's freaking out when I point it at you. I think it likes you!"

"That's odd..." Sam narrowed his eyes as he gave himself a quick pat-down, only for them to nearly bulge out of his head when he felt a solid mass in his suit jacket pocket that he instantly pulled out. "Whoops, I didn't realize I still had this!" In his hand was a miniature stone carving of some ancient deity that'd he'd never heard of before, and yet had gotten quite intimate with despite never learning his name.

The god was worshiped by all who knew of him in its time, only to be forgotten when his followers were conquered and erased from history. The act left him powerless as every effigy made in his likeness was destroyed in a barbaric act of savagery, except for this one. This was the last idol remaining from the society that celebrated him, meaning that all of whatever power that he had left endured in this tiny hunk of rock.

Max lit up when he saw it, unknowingly placing the detector on the desk behind him while he got a better look. "Oh, you still have the statue?"

"Yeah, we're apparently now the proud owners of an ancient fertility idol from a long-dead civilization." Sam pursed his lips, admonishing himself over how he'd never even noticed that he had carried this thing with him the entire time. "We should probably find a way to return this somehow, otherwise we're no better than the British."

"Yeah, but the British did it more than once." Max shrugged his shoulders. "I think we're in the clear, Sammy."

Sam couldn't argue with that logic. "You may be right, Max." He sighed, staring at the bust in his hand. "Still, that museum will be awfully sore when they find out that-"

"What, that we took the curator's favourite door stopper?" Max cocked a brow, a confident expression spreading across his face. "We may have used that thing for everything except its intended purpose, and yet I still think we treated it with more respect than they did."

"You know what, that's true." While the visage carved into the stone remained as neutral as it would until the end of time, Sam warmly smiled as he regarded the idol in both of his hands. "May whichever god this belongs to shine brightly down upon us for our considerate conduct with its corporeal effigy."

"I'd be thrilled with a fast-food coupon or something. I'm starving!" Max patted his growling stomach.

That caused Sam's jaw to drop in amazement. "But we ate when we got back to the city!"

"My stomach is a barren wasteland of empty nothingness when I will it to be, devoid of any material substance, and longs to be filled." Max stated nonchalantly, though noting the silence coming from his canine partner. "I like to eat because it's a great way to pass the time and I don't seem to gain weight like you do. Try to keep up, Sam."

Sam smiled. "You crack me up, little buddy."

An idea swiftly popped into Max's head as his eyes lingered on the statue. "Hey, can I see it for a sec?" He graciously accepted the rocky effigy, holding it above his head as if attempting to draw the deity's attention. "Oh mighty god of the idol, we, your saviours, humbly beseech thee. Grant us a divine reward for your liberation from that stuffy, boring hellhole of total suckage." The awesomeness of his impromptu invocation impressed even himself, and while he knew that most, if not all, religious figures tended to not care about the interests of mortals anymore, he still kind of expected something to occur. "Huh."

Sam cocked his head at the lagomorph in confusion. "Were you actually expecting something to happen here?"

"I dunno, it would've been neat. We could've gotten something cool for our troubles." Max couldn't help but feel disappointed as he stared at the bust. "I just wanted to give it a shot. See what happens."

Sam offered his hand to his partner, patting the rabbity-thing on the shoulder. "Well, I think you just shot us in the foot by portraying the god as a victim. They tend not to like that too much."

"Considering how long that statue had been abused the way it was, I think deeming that entity a victim would be wholly accurate." Max inspected the stone carving one last time before dispassionately placing it on the office desk beside the device that discovered it in the first place.

"Well, I guess it can be a super cool paperweight now. No longer stuck holding a door open, now it can stretch its legs and run free around my desk. So to speak, of course." Sam's gaze wandered over to his partner, an inquisitive gleam in his eye as a realization welled up inside of his head. "What would you even want, anyway? It's a fertility god."

"Honestly? I kinda figured whoever the deity is would know about the modern stuff we like. You know, like video games, pony stickers, guns..." Max counted off all of the things that he liked on his fingers as he listed them out loud.

"Takes me right back to grade school." Sam sighed, fondly remembering his childhood. "But really, Max, all those old-world gods are stuck in the past; they only really know about what they're meant to represent to their followers." His bemusement for the lagomorph didn't stop there. "I don't even know why you'd want to receive the gifts of a fertility god, you've only ever kissed people!"

The reality of the situation never dawned on Max until now, yet he just shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, I think it'd be cool. You and me with the deity's blessing-"

"Me and you?" The casual statement startled Sam, causing a rosy blush to appear through his facial fur "You'd be okay with that?"

Max cocked his head, feeling the dog's question to be rather strange. "Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

Sam's blush only grew stronger. "Oh! Well, it's just that... you see-"

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Max chuckled, padding over to the stammering canine. "I love you, and I have for a while. If such a thing as a god's blessing exists, then I'd absolutely want to share it with you above anyone else, barring that it's actually a blessing and not some weird curse, in which case I'd rather inflict it on someone like Bosco."

"Aw, Max, you're sweet." The heartfelt revelation melted Sam's worries away. Truth be told, he'd always felt the same way about the weird rabbity-thing. He didn't know the best time to say anything, though he noted that his hesitation was mutual. "You've also never brought this up before."

Max warmly beamed. "Sorry, I end up forgetting when something weird happens around here."

"Yeah, that's fair." Sam reciprocated with a grin of his own. He looked over to the statue in thanks for letting the pair of them finally express how they'd always felt before casting his gaze downward to the untidy stack of papers on his desk. Seemed like they forgot to do something during the last time that they were in their office. "Think you love me enough to start doing some of the paperwork we've been neglecting?"

Work was the absolute last thing that Max wanted to do at the moment, and thought of everything that he could to weasel his way out of doing any. "I've suddenly decided that I was previously lying to you."

Sam sighed. "Of course you did."

As the pair of detectives blabbed on, neither of them were aware of the faintly glowing aura surrounding the idol. Unbeknownst to them both, the deity had been intently listening in on their conversation, having activated upon hearing the lagomorph call. He had been confined like a prisoner in that restrictive museum for quite some time; maybe a reward really was in order here.

While not perfect, the two men were some of the purest people that the god had come across in his adventures in the modern era, which really spoke volumes about the characters that he'd unfortunately had to deal with over the years. Nevertheless, he was thankful that he was in the presence of people that at least respected him enough to regard his fantastic presence in a manner significantly more befitting than before. Hey, being a paperweight wasn't his idea of a great time, but it beat being abused on a dirty floor for decades.

Unfortunately, the rabbity-thing was right in the fact that he knew nothing of the modern world. The sheer number of technological advancements that had occurred over the last several thousand years had blown everything that he used to understand straight out of the water. Truthfully, he'd like to know why the people of this era coveted things like 'video games' and 'junk food' so highly, but he'd need his corporeal form back again. That'd have to be something he remembers for when he grows in power again.

Still, he wanted to gift these two with something as a show of thanks, and there was only one thing that he felt comfortable in compensating them with. As a fertility god, he was well acquainted with the mortal desire to copulate with one another, and apparently these two were no exception from what they said before.

A quick scan of the sexual energy that they exuded revealed their innermost cravings of not only themselves, but of each other as well. It intrigued him; he could definitely work with this.

Neither Sam nor Max observed the split-second where the statue's eyes shined a bright red before fading again. The deed was done.

"Well, the paperwork needs to get done, so the sooner we finish it, the sooner we can get rid of it." Sam rubbed his forehead. "If we split it up between us, we can get through it far quicker than if only one person does it."

Max sighed in indignance; he rarely had to do the paperwork around here, but odd time that it was required of him felt like pure torture. "Fine... Just gimme what you want me to do."

"Thank you." With a relieved exhale, he reached for the stack at the far corner of his desk. "Now, it'd probably make sense if I handle anything gun-related, as I can easily make up excuses as to why didn't always hit our targets, which means I want you to-" A sudden rip broke him out of his concentration, knowing exactly that the noise came from him as his partner didn't wear clothing.

"Uh oh, is it already time to get you a bigger suit again?" Max snickered.

The dig at his own expense left Sam particularly unimpressed. "Very funny, Max. Now, where did the rip come from..." He looked over the areas of his outfit that normally gave out first, only to weirdly come up empty-handed. "Huh." He scratched the top of his head, his fedora being pushed out of the way. "I can't seem to-" A much louder tear sounded out, closer to his ear than he thought. His gaze instantly darted to the origin of the noise, finding the source right away. "My arm!"

"Your arm? Not your gut?" In spite of what the suit material's regular tendencies were, Max could see the rip in the fabric clear as day. "That's... different..."

"Yeah, it is, but why?" Sam didn't have long to ponder the reason as another loud split resonated, this time on his other limb. "Now it's both?!" The tearing continued, the fabric of his clothing shredding more with every passing second. More and more fabric split open until his sleeves busted open entirely, becoming nothing more than ribbons daintily falling to the floor below him.

Max stared at the scene in wide-eyed wonder. "Woah, cool!"

"What the..." Panic set in through Sam's body as he finally grasped what the cause of his jacket's destruction was, both figuratively and literally.

His arms had positively exploded in size, swollen with beef that bulged in every direction. As hard as it was to believe, the muscle mass was entirely him as a quick grope of a split-peak bicep proved that this was no dream. "Oh my god, my arms feel so heavy now." Despite his complaint, he had no trouble moving them around.

"Ha, your arms look bigger than I do!" Max was beside himself with delight, relishing the sight of the canine's enlarging musculature.

"Is that it though?" As soon as Sam closed his mouth, his question was answered. More tears sounded out, this time coming from his chest, and this time happening much faster. His collar failed to contain the abrupt outpouring of dense heft piling onto his neck, shredding apart like tissue paper. His surging traps strained his tie as far as it could handle before snapping it in half and letting it fall to the ground like everything else.

What was once a relatively flat, if soft, chest had ballooned out of control, becoming thick pectorals that prodigiously protruded out as if being pumped up by an air compressor. His suit couldn't take any more stress and tore itself to pieces, displaying the dog's burgeoning beef to the world for the first time.

Max felt himself go weak in the knees when he laid his eyes on his partner's delicious bulk. It was like his deepest-kept fantasies were finally coming true. "Sam, don't stop now!"

"I don't think I have a choice in the matter, here!" Sam gulped, alarmed at his unforeseen expansion. The way that his chest swelled out left him unable to see past them, his peripheral vision forever dominated by dense dog muscle. The bizarre transformation continued further down, replacing the fat that he once had on his belly with thick musculature, giving him abdominals for the first time in his life, though ones like cinder blocks. It bemused him to discover that his abs didn't eliminate his gut, instead bulging out in the same dome shape. He had no idea that such a thing was even possible for someone to achieve!

"Oh ho, I wanna get my hands on that thing." A lewd expression dominated Max's face, only to shift to surprise when he noticed the waistband of the canine's pants start to tremble. "Ooh, the show's still going on!"

Indeed, Sam's rapid development was far from over. He grunted in confusion over his inability to see what was happening to him, though he certainly felt it soon enough. The same tears began appearing all over his pants as his legs bloated with dense bulk, turning the slacks into a shower of confetti as they could no longer contain his indomitable might.

Unlike his partner, he was less than excited about his unexpected changes. "Sweet mother of double jeopardy backstroking in butterscotch! What in the Me Hill is happening?!"

"I don't know, but you should keep going!" Max padded over to get a closer look, eagerly awaiting to see if anything else would happen.

Sam already felt like he'd had enough. His legs had become gargantuan pillars of canine strength, thighs rippling enough to squeeze the life out of a watermelon without trying, with calves thicker than people's arms. Where could he possibly go from there?

His question soon got answered as his form shuddered once more. While already thinking that his pecs were big enough, added beef crammed beneath his pelt forced them to monopolize the space in front of him, giving him a fairly sizable blind spot right in front of him thanks to his ever-swelling chest boulders. His arms, too, weren't finished, his corded muscles transforming from paralleling steel cables to resembling something that could shear them in half without trying.

Like the rest of his upper half, his traps hadn't stopped growing yet either. They swallowed his neck far more than he ever thought that they could, forcing his head to stay looking straight ahead as they nearly surged above his head. His abgut - already massive in its own right - only grew larger, his turtle shell becoming that of a tortoise as it domed out further with additional heft. The power present in his core alone would be enough to knock walls over without breaking a sweat.

And then, like the rest of Sam's physique, everything below the belt wanted in on the action as well. His quads ballooned, billowing out with delicious heft as his muscle fibres tore apart and repaired themselves in an instant. They swelled to the point that he had to adjust his stance, needing to move his feet wider apart in order to accommodate their utter immensity. This extended to his calves, which weren't happy with merely surpassing the size of someone's arms, so they bloated thicker until they far surpassed the size of an average person's waist instead.

Not to be outdone, his ass also joined in. The first expansion gave him a rear end that actually had some substance to it, but this enhancement surged his glutes well beyond what he used to think was conceivable. His ass cheeks swelled with muscle mass, replacing any and all fat that deposited there. Every flex now showed how dimpled they'd become, not something that he'd be able to see without some assistance, but something that he could feel with a startled gasp as his fingers caressed them. He questioned if he'd ever be able to sit down on a piece of furniture without breaking it ever again.

And then to top it all off, Sam's junk fattened to match the rest of him. Already well above average, his cock throbbed to life, the flesh billowing out as nutritious blood rushed in. What was once the size of a sausage had grown to a wine bottle, then a two-litre pop bottle, then to a size that he couldn't even fit both hands around. Of course, none of that would've mattered in the slightest if he didn't have the balls to go with it. Following suit, his cum tanks bloated with virile seed, broadening bigger than the tires of his DeSoto while drooping pendulously below his knees.

His mind was a mess of swirling emotions, not realizing that his growth had ceased past a certain point. It left him unable to really say much about his transformation beyond his usual non-sequiturs. "Holy domesticated ursines, I'm huge!"

"Yeah, this is the best thing that's ever happened to us!" Max gleefully declared, unable to pry his gaze away from the canine's enormity.

That stunned Sam. "Wait, you're into this?!"

Which, in turn, confused Max. "Wait, you're not?"

"Uh," Sam gulped, barely able to truly comprehend his own immensity, "not quite to this degree." He let his hands roam free along whatever parts of his newly-engorged frame that they could reach, the sensation of his fingers dancing over his bulk weirdly delightful. "I always wanted to be maybe a bit more muscular, but not even to the level of a bodybuilder. I just wanted my gut gone!"

The sight of the colossal dog thrilled Max to his bones, his smile stretching from one stiff ear to the other. "So, how do you feel knowing that clothes no longer fit you?"

The question felt obvious to answer, and yet his body didn't respond in the fashion that he'd thought it would. "You know, I don't mind it as much as I figured I would. I'm significantly less ashamed to be seen naked, if that's what you're wondering."

"That's good to hear!" Max beamed. "I'm glad you were finally able to overcome your crippling fear."

"But I didn't even do anything to accomplish that. What happened wasn't my own doing!"

"Blah, blah, semantics." Max waved off his partner's concerns. "What matters now is that you're easily the hottest guy in the city, and you're working alongside me! Oh, it feels like Christmas and those other made-up holidays got all rolled up into one!"

Sam furrowed his brow at the lagomorph. "Max, be nice. Christmas is made-up too."

"Yeah, true. The only real holiday is Halloween, anyway." Max snickered. He eyed the canine's greatness towering over his comparatively diminutive form, his thoughts going wild with lascivious desire. His hand instinctively shot towards a quad that likely weighed more than he did, only to stop himself when he realized how rude that would be. "May I?" The act of using puppy-dog eyes to get his way wasn't something that he was inherently good at - especially when applying it against someone who'd mastered it - but there wasn't anything else that he wanted to do at the moment.

Sam sighed. "Oh, go ahead. At least one of us likes this."

"Yahoo!" Max lunged forth, hands fondling whatever bulk that he could reach. No matter where he felt his partner up, it was like touching living stone, like an expert sculptor had enveloped their latest statue with an animal's pelt. This moment was everything that he'd ever dreamed that it would be, and it skyrocketed his heart rate.

As much as Sam hated to admit it, he liked how much his little buddy was going crazy over him. His meatlog quivered with every ministration received, forcing subtle groans to escape from his throat. At the very least the act was making him become more okay with his gargantuan form.

Max was losing himself to the presence of thousands of pounds of doggy muscle, rubbing his face along a tensing thigh. "I'd pinch myself, but I know I'm not dreaming." The abrupt gasp given when he rubbed along his partner's inner leg gave him a great idea. "Say, Sam, did you know that 'touching' is my second favourite thing to do to things?"

"And what's your first?"

Max giggled. "Licking." With arousal coursing through his veins, he tongued along the swollen thigh, moaning in contentment like his soul had been satisfied. "God, you're so perfect."

"That's very..." The words to describe what Sam was feeling didn't quite coalesce in such a way that his mind could make sense of it. "Kind of you to say."

"Yeah, well, you were already perfect before as well, so this just made you even more perfect in my eyes." It was only then that Max realized that the dog was the only one of them to change, leading him to wonder if that was all to happen to them. "Hey, do I not get a reward too? I was the one who discovered where the idol was stored, you know!"

Sam's eyes flicked over to the statue on his desk. "I'll give it three seconds before something happens to you."

Max wouldn't have to wait that long as the magic was already overtaking him. "Ooh, I'm feeling tingly!" He giggled, stepping back into the open space of the office. He watched in anticipation of what changes would appear on his body, keeping tabs on his form to see if anything looked different.

He wouldn't have to be patient for much longer as the foreign energy that he'd been waiting to receive consolidated in his lower half, specifically in his rear. "Oh, this is unexpected." He gripped his tush as the feeling of pins and needles persisted, only to grow stronger in an instant. Like the dog, his body also swelled, only the sensation had concentrated entirely in his ass cheeks. His fingers, once together, had drifted apart, riding the wave of his expanding glutes as his hands. Only they didn't stop there.

To accommodate his burgeoning derriere, Max's hips also widened, reshaping his normally slender physique into something suitable for his ass to be attached to. He moaned in delight as his paws sunk deep into his squishy cheeks. Unlike the dog, he didn't have nearly the number of qualms about his changing body; he was totally into this.

But that wasn't the only alteration to occur. Not wanting to be left behind, his dick - which he usually did a good job of keeping concealed in public - pulsed to life, bulging larger with every heartbeat. Like the canine's, it jutted out several feet in front of him, thicker in diameter than what his waist used to be, and paired with kneeknocker orbs audibly churned with seed. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

However, his transformation seemed to conclude almost as quickly as it started. "Oh, that was fast!" He felt caught off-guard by the abrupt ending to his changes. Still, he loved how soft his ass had become, as well as how shapely the rest of his body was now. "I guess whoever the deity is wants us to be different."

"I think the god is just horny." Sam wryly smirked.

Thorough rubs of his ample rear contorted Max's mouth into a gratified grin. "Well, I actually think I'm pretty okay with this."

Sam could only chuckle, his leviathan prick oozing preseed at the sight of his now-well-endowed partner. "I know I am!"

The admission grabbed Max's attention, surprising him to hear that. "Oh, so you like this, do you?"

"What can I say? I have my fantasies too." While Sam would normally feel shame or even a blush creep onto his face for confessing such an intimate desire to another person, he instead felt his libido spike, knowing that the lagomorph standing in front of him turned him the fuck on.

"Sounds like you oughta get a closer look, Sammy." Max actually felt the need to keep his composure as his enlarged assets had swelled with an increased sensitivity, dribbling precum down the length of his gigantic shaft.

As much as Sam really wanted to, there was still an errant thought niggling at him in the back of his head. "I will soon, I just... Why did this happen to us? And why only just now?"

"Ah, who cares." Max sauntered back over to the colossal canine, reveling in how his lower half now wobbled when he walked. "Let's just enjoy this!"

Sam stroked his chin in thought, an act a bit tricky to accomplish with so much chest meat in the way. "It just seems strange that this occurred to us all of a sudden. It's completely out of nowhere!"

"Well, I did call for a reward from the effigy earlier." Max shrugged. "This is probably our prize."

Sam's eyes bugged out wider than saucers at the sudden realization. "Wait, do you really think we've been blessed by the spirit of the statue?" He tried looking for his partner, only to comprehend that his monstrous musculature obscured most of his view of the room around him.

"Oh Sammy, I know so." With a smirk, Max set his eyes on the carved rock on the desk, reaching over to grab it before kissing the effigy right on its neutrally-expressed lips. "Thank you!" He gave it the reverence that it deserved as he gently placed it back down.

"Well, if this was that deity's doing, then I guess we really have seen it all." Sam rubbed his forehead in disbelief, only just then noticing that his fedora was still on his head. It turned out that he wasn't as naked as he thought after all. "So, what do we do now? Do we send that idol somewhere to be examined?"

Max felt his mouth open to spout off the first thing that came to his head, only to stop when he saw the computer sitting on the desk. His eyes lit up as the perfect idea flooded his mind. "Ooh, you should totally get an OnlyFans, Sam!"

Sam blinked in confusion. "An Only-what, now?"

"It's a site where you post naked thirst pics that rile up sweaty nerds who haven't changed their underwear in a week. For money!" Max couldn't contain his excitement at the thought of the giant canine flexing his titanic beef in a series of images; he knew that they'd be an instant hit, and he'd be the first in line to see them.

"Eh, I don't think that sounds like something I'd inherently be interested in..." Sam rubbed the back of his bull neck.

And then Max got hit with an even more brilliant idea. "Ooh, or start a cam show!" He excitedly hopped on the spot, his genitals bouncing along with him.

Wanting to actually carry out this conversation in a more natural manner, Sam sat down on the floor to better see the lagomorph, a shiver ripping up his spine when he heard the hardwood creak as his ass contacted it. "Listen, if I'm gonna take my clothes off and strut my stuff for the entertainment of numerous strangers who'll never get to know me, then I'll physically go down to a brick-and-mortar strip club like God intended."

"Right, I forgot you were old-fashioned like that." While the dog might be resistant to the newest innovations in smut technology, Max still genuinely liked his ideas and didn't want to give them up so easily. He rubbed his chin in thought. "Maybe I should get a webcam!"

"You don't mind random internet weirdos masturbating to you?"

"Mind it? Sam, I count on it!" Max beamed. His eyes then trailed down to the dog's chest, his mouth instinctively salivating at the sight of those immense chest boulders. "Damn, these things look even bigger up close." Lust overtaking him, he smooshed his body against the closest pectoral, lightly humping the underside with his own oversized cock. He moaned lowly as he buried his face into the light-brown fur, unearthing the musk that lay dormant.

Sam had to smile at his partner's enthusiastic demonstration of lascivious yearning. It gave him an idea that he was certain the rabbity-thing would love. "Hey, you like that? Try this!" With a grunt, he flexed the pectoral that the lagomorph grasped, lifting the other man off of his feet as his chest boulder nearly doubled in size instantaneously.

"Woah!" The abrupt shift in his point of view caught Max off-guard, but he soon learned to love it when he figured out what caused it in the first place. "Dude, you can make yourself even bigger?!"

"Evidently!" Sam grinned. He then evened out his chest by tensing his other pec, his chest now rising higher than even his tremendous traps did. The act left his face trapped between the bulging slabs of meat, but he didn't mind one bit, especially when his delicate nose picked up the heady scent of his own virility. He only then understood what Max was so thrilled by.

The addition of yet more pectoral to love caused Max's member to throb wildly, contouring to the bottom of his partner's chest as he moved to the middle of them. It was there that his leviathan crotch rocket found a place to shove into, though not without resistance as the dog's pectorals felt like a vise the more that he pushed through. Nevertheless, he carried on, mainly because the applied pressure electrified his nervous system.

Sam recognized what the lagomorph was trying to accomplish almost right away, inviting him to clench his chest bulk together as tight as he could. The moaning coming from his little buddy indicated that he had the right idea in mind. He kept it up for as long as he could, but the intoxicating smell assaulting his sensitive olfactory nerve caused him to buckle and relax. The sudden loss of force led his partner's length to buck uncontested, with him suddenly finding it in his mouth.

Max gasped at the sensation of his mammothian prick inside of the other man's orifice. He was about to apologize until he felt the canine's tongue working over the head of his shaft, getting underneath his foreskin just how he liked it. The heightened sensitivity of his glans nearly made him lose control then and there.

It wasn't what he planned on doing that day, but Sam hummed along as he tongued along whatever of the rabbity-thing's cock that he could. He resumed crushing the length with his pecs knowing full well that it could bear the brunt of whatever he could throw at it. Long licks were given across the pulsing shaft, the cumpipe bulging farther out than he realized, almost as if the lagomorph wanted to blow his load but was holding back. All of a sudden, a delicious scheme swirled into existence inside of his mind. He smirked.

Being attacked on all fronts made it difficult for Max to hold on, especially as he wasn't used to how powerful his arousal was now. However, he still wanted to edge himself to at least make it an enjoyable experience for the both of them. That was the plan, until he felt the dog's hands groping his backside, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. "Sam!" He shrieked, his ample cheeks being played with. "Y-You bastard!" The feeling of his rear end being needed was a lot of stimulation rocketing through his body all at once. He still tried to hold on as much as he could, but once the canine managed to squeeze a fat finger into his quivering hole, it was all over. One press of his prostate had him climaxing in an instant.

Sam delighted in his ploy succeeding, his throat now being slammed with a deluge of spunk. His greedy gullet gulped it all down to make room for the next batch of ballbatter to be shot into his mouth. The flavour danced on his tongue, eliciting a moan that sounded out symphoniously with his partner's. Sometimes it paid to be the bigger man.

Not having much to hold onto, Max grasped the flexed pectorals in front of him, only turning him on that much more. The strength that he'd always wanted the dog to have was here and he'd succumbed to it faster than he'd anticipated. He'd be ashamed at not even reaching his normal minimum time to cum, but with how full and over-productive his balls were, it was probably for the best that he drain them as soon as possible. It wasn't like he particularly minded - this was part of his ultimate fantasy, after all.

Rope after sticky rope blasted down Sam's throat, more jizz swallowed now than what a thousand men could muster up in the same amount of time. His tongue directed the stream of seed for optimal efficiency in devouring the lagomorph's essence, only to realize that the flow was dying down. He rode out the discharge as long as it lasted before petering out entirely. The fact that he got a man to cum so easily plastered a grin on his face which only grew bigger when he saw how spent his partner was.

Max could barely keep his eyes open after shooting what seemed like a lifetime's worth of cum from his pole, lazily blinking one eye after the other as he tried to retain consciousness. "I feel like I just blasted my soul out of my cock." His arms unceremoniously fell to his sides.

"For your sake, I hope you didn't. It'd be a bitch to try and get back." Sam's quip got a chuckle out of himself. Carefully, he pulled his partner's pillar free from his chest before hoisting the lagomorph above his chest, bringing him closer to his muzzle before planting a deep kiss on the other man's lips.

The embrace seemed to be exactly the thing needed to reinvigorate Max. He melted into the smooch, hands grabbing the sides of his partner's face as his tongue drifted in sync with the dog's like every one of their moves was choreographed. The passion present in their kiss blew every other one that he'd ever gotten out of the water. He admonished himself for not trying this with the canine ages ago.

Being the one that started it, Sam felt like he'd be the one to end the embrace as well. Neither of them really wanted to, but he had too much on his mind that he just had to get out. "So, how's that for love?"

"I think I'd love it even more if we did that when we first worked together." Max affectionately nuzzled into the canine's cheek. "Yeah, I was right in thinking you were the one for me this whole time."

"I'm glad we're on the same wavelength." Sam gingerly rubbed down his partner's back, repeating the action once he reached that colossal rear.

The sensation of even that little bit of stimulation on his ass got Max in the mood for some more fun. "Ooh, do me next!" He wriggled out of the dog's grasp, firmly standing on those massive brown-furred boulders. "Oh man, I've been wanting this to happen so badly. I can't express how long I've been waiting for you to dominate me!"

Sam cringed at his partner's choice of words. "But... but that's not a thing that I do." He protested, fumbling the words in his mouth. "I don't like dominating people, I'm a lover!"

"Then go ahead and love me really hard, deep inside of me!" Max brushed the canine's nose with his finger before stopping at the other man's maw, which happened to remind him of something. "Oh, you can do the thing that dogs like to do."

"'Do the thing that dogs like to do'?" Sam cocked his head, or he would've if his traps allowed him to do that. He hadn't gotten used to how much his massive bulk affects his everyday movements. "I dunno what you're getting at."

Max giggled. "You know, using your tongue to dig into my-"

"Okay, I know what you're talking about." Sam laughed, the heaving of his pecs affecting the lagomorph's balance. With one swift motion, he swept his partner off of his feet and twisted him around, bringing that dump truck of an ass to his awaiting tongue before going to town on his little buddy's pucker. He lashed and licked and tongued all around the other man's tailhole like this was his first meal in months.

Had he not just spent his load, Max would've definitely orgasmed again from the voracious dog's sexual appetite. His partner was certainly skilled in the act of eating another man out, making him wonder how much experience the canine had. It wasn't exactly what he usually partook in when sleeping with another man, but the canine was far too good at it for him to complain.

Sam buried his face as far as he could between the lagomorph's fat cheeks. He could've tongued his partner's hole for hours had he not felt the smaller man going limp in his grasp. He smirked, hearing the pleasured mumbling emanating from the other man's mouth. "I take it, I did well."

"I'd almost say 'too well', but that's impossible." Max sighed happily. His libido active again, he pushed himself to his feet, shaking his ass in the direction of the dog. "Raw me hard, Sam. Drill my ass like you've just struck oil!"

Sam couldn't hold back his laugh. "Is this the idol talking?"

"Oh heavens, no!" Max snickered. "I've just always wanted to say that."

"You crack me up, little buddy."

"So?" Max jumped to the floor, sticking his booty up in the air for the canine to see. "You gonna ravish me then?"

Sam's cock belched forth another glob of pre, dribbling in rivulets down his achingly hard length. "Can't think of a reason not to, though, are you sure you can take it?"

Max looked back at the dog, a sly grin stretched across his face. "I'm a hyperkinetic rabbity-thing, Sam. What do you think?"

Sam gave the lagomorph a knowing look. "I think you know that doesn't tell me anything."

"Okay, believe me when I tell you that I can stretch pretty good." As if to demonstrate, Max grabbed a wobbling cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, the feeling of merely separating them enough to get him to shudder. "I've practiced for this moment in my spare time."

"You have?" That got Sam to quirk an eyebrow.

"Yeah, with toys way bigger than you!" Max's exuberance was infectious, though his expression dropped when he realized that his expectations were a tad outdated. "Well, bigger than you before. I'm not sure if they make ones that size yet." His gaze flicked to the dog's face. "Can I make a mold of your cock, pretty please?"

Sam couldn't wait to unleash his load any longer. "Let's worry about that later." Horniness driving his every move, he hunkered down over his partner, pressing the tip of his pupmaker flush against the lagomorph's asshole in an attempt to use his pre to lube up the area. "Alright, I'm gonna take this slow so that-"

"Nah, just shove it on in there. I can handle it." Max showed off what he meant without trying, simply pushing back was enough for his anus to yawn open and accept the dog's juicy cock.

While surprised, Sam couldn't complain with the result in the slightest, with it in fact getting him even harder. He clasped onto the smaller man's shoulder as he eased himself into that anal cavity, feeling resistance every step of the way in spite of how loose it was. And his partner was always like this?

"Oh yeah, the real thing beats toys every day of the week." Max felt his arms buckle from the sheer euphoric bliss, leaving his gargantuan ass pushed as high as it could go in the air. "Run a train on me, Sammy!

"With pleasure!" Sam thrusted, feeling nothing but the rabbity-thing's slick inner walls accepted his length without question. It delighted him to his core to know how compatible the two of them were. He bucked his hips again, his shredded pelvis slamming flush against his partner's bouncy rear. The feeling of that fat ass cushioning his fucking was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before and he only wanted more of it.

With his only other times in this position being with a dildo stuck to the wall, Max let the hunky dog have his way with him. He felt content to be a passive participant in their sexual encounter if it meant that he got railed by the biggest cock in existence. He could feel the canine pick up speed, using his rear entrance like a living fleshlight. This was everything that he could've ever hoped for.

A low groan slipped past Sam's lips, his wild thrusting needing him to stabilize himself with one hand planted squarely on the ground. Sexual longing kept him plunging into his best friend's tailhole, his body feeling a release of pressure that he never even knew existed. He'd been craving the urge to fuck the lagomorph like a muscle beast without knowing, and was only just then able to satisfy the need.

His partner's cock repeatedly punching his prostate folded Max over like a broken chair, his tongue lolling out in pure delight. It felt like a button hardwired directly to the pleasure centre of his brain got pummeled with every jackhammering thrust of the canine's prodigious member. The endowment inside of his ass left no room for anything else, filling him up with what felt like a third leg. No other man could ever hope to compete with a god like the colossus fucking him.

Sam gritted his teeth as he pounded away at the lagomorph's plump tush, every clap of that ass reverberating throughout the office. His testosterone factories slammed into his partner's, shooting his arousal nearer and nearer to the edge of climax. It impressed him how well the smaller man took his leviathan rod, encouraging him to go harder. He'd never thought to be so rough in sex, but, hey, the other man could take it!

Enough exertion had taken place for the dog's aggressively masculine musk to waft over to Max's sensitive nose, inhaling the heady scent and letting it implant itself onto his brain. It only strengthened his love for the titan further, enjoying literally every aspect of the canine from head to toe. Combined with the pummeling that his rear entrance was receiving, it left him weak, with the pressure in his taint rising to critical levels. He didn't realize it until now, but his massive orbs were ready to fire once more. So much for having downtime.

The clamping that Sam's pillar was subject to began to hamper his fucking, slowing his pace down a tad as the electric sensation of ecstasy coming from his shaft fried his nerves. Nevertheless, he pushed onward, in direct opposition to his surging lust. Lascivious desire consumed his soul, his breathing growing laboured with every pump of his hips. A few wheezes were all that he could vocalize before smashing his crotch as level as he could manage against his lapin lover's wide ass cheeks, moaning his partner's name out loud while busting the fattest nut of his life.

Untold litres of spunk deluging his innards caused a chain reaction in Max, who unloaded his own churning balls onto the wooden floor underneath him. Feeling the larger man paint his anal cavity a pearlescent white with bucketloads of creamy seed felt right to him, craving more the longer that it went on. Whenever the canine stud wanted to fire off his load, he'd be there helping him however he could.

Sam felt like time had slowed to a crawl from the intense amount of euphoria stimulating his gargantuan frame. Sexual exhilaration washed over him like a blanket of lava, coating him with the need to drain his balls entirely. He found himself lucky to have such a willing recipient of his cum.

The ridiculous volume of jizz being unloaded into Max began to have an effect on him, expanding his gut as there was nowhere else for the spunk to go. Not that he minded, of course, as he loved the feeling of being filled by the man that he loved! More and more he felt his stomach swell with virile dogbatter before his belly actually pushed him up away from the ground. This was what he had in store for him every time that they fucked? He couldn't wait!

One last flex of his pelvis was all that Sam needed to geyser out the last of his load, his swollen pectorals heaving along his partner's raised back, though his exhaustion didn't let him recognize how bizarre that actually was. The only thing that he knew for certain was that he felt good, and that he had the lagomorph to thank for that.

Max was a blubbering mess of emotions by the time his supply had run dry. Even if he somehow managed to get a dildo the size of the dog's tremendous dick, it wouldn't matter as nothing could top the power that inherently came with the real thing. The dick in his tailhole plugged him up tight, sealing all of his partner's white-hot seed inside of him. He'd never felt so full in his life, and he'd do it all again if the canine asked him to.

Unbeknownst to the two lovers, the deity had been aware of their activities this whole time, drawing on their potent sexual energy. He was correct in assuming that they'd be a good pair for each other as he'd felt stronger over a matter of minutes than he had in centuries. These two were the real deal, and he had an inclination that they'd only feed him more power as time went on. Perhaps one day he'd get to thank the both of them in person.

With a tired groan, Sam carefully tugged his cock free of the rabbity-thing's ass, his virile essence spilling out onto the hardwood floor. His breathing was blusterous as he tried to catch his breath. It was times like this that made him wish that he kept a bed in the office, but at his inconceivable size he was certain that there was no bed that could support him.

The cascading waterfall of spunk pouring from his gaping hole was enough to rouse Max away from unconsciousness, the feeling making him chuckle slightly as he felt his belly deflate and bring him back to the ground. His limbs were still too weak to allow him to stand up, but at the very least he could push himself to his side once his gut was small enough.

Sweat-matted fur was all that Sam's powerful nose could detect, his enticing aroma marginally stimulating his libido. His tired eyes blinking to say open, he looked down at the shapely lagomorph on the floor and smiled. "So, what'd you think of that?"

"That, hands down, was the greatest goddamn thing I've ever done in my life." Max sputtered, wicking away the sweat from his brow. "You've gotta be the hugest hunk on the planet, and I can't wait to see what else you're capable of."

Sam blushed at his lover's praise. "Yeah, I guess I am kinda the biggest guy around, aren't I." It might've taken him until just that moment for it to happen, but he finally accepted his size for what it was, loving just how heavy he truly was now.

The river of jism that pooled from his abused tailhole finally streamed past Max's face, causing him to giggle profusely. "You think we'd be able to pay for things with cum? We sure make a lot of it now!"

"I think all of those alternate currencies are usually digital, Max." Sam snickered.

"If that's the case, then we've got the perfect name for it - Cumcoin!" An errant thought burst Max's bubble, only then realizing the reality of that industry. "Now that I think of it, those things are sorta generally scams." He slowly rubbed his chin as the gears in his head spun. "Well, we can still make bank off of it. You pump it up like the beast you are, and I'll dump it all before anyone knows what hit them. We'll be rich in no time!"

His partner's enthusiasm was infectious; Sam couldn't stop the smile worming across his face. "You crack me up, little buddy."