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Fingers flew over the keyboard as the glow of the monitor Goliath had been staring at all day bathed him in artificial light. His work as an ethical hacker at a cyber security firm was important, a job only the most proficient in his field could master. While work hours had ended already, the wolf had a full plate to deal with that needed to be caught up on in order to keep pace with the rest of his department, and not wanting to fall behind he elected to stay later some nights to meet his deadlines. His salary more than made up for the grueling work.

Were one to observe him in action, they'd notice how he looked unlike any other white-collar professional they'd ever seen. The canine didn't possess any extra body parts he wasn't supposed to have, but what he did have was size, seemingly more than his fair share.

His outfit screamed comfort - that being a T-shirt, sweatpants, and a hoodie - and while it certainly made the long hours of sitting in front of a computer be more bearable, each garment was stretched as far as they could be, even when their sizes reflected the largest available on the market. Clothing designed to be baggy was anything but as it now had to contain hundreds of pounds of lupine bulk that made the fabric look practically painted on.

Every time he shifted himself, the resulting action tensed a part of him that bulged out greatly with hard-earned beef that only grew bigger as the days went on. It wasn't uncommon for the wolf's pectorals to block a part of the screen, or for his biceps to rub against him while typing. His tenure in the position has led to his chair becoming increasingly louder over the years.

Goliath was proud of the work that he did. He did what he needed to do diligently and with no protesting, but even though he was more than capable of burning the midnight oil to fulfill his duties, even he had his limits. Staring at a screen doing the same thing on end for hours wears a guy down hard.

It couldn't be determined who groaned louder between him and his chair as he leaned back, his hands resting behind his head as he mentally unwound. It took him a hot second to get to his feet, but when he did, he was reminded of why stretching every so often was said to be a good thing for office workers. His muscles were sore from remaining in the same position for so long, forcing him to twist his body this way and that to get the tension out and limber himself up again. In fairness, his size made the experience rather enjoyable.

Swollen mounds of heft pressed against one another as he rotated every part of himself one-by-one. Biceps as big as his head smooshed against his prodigious pectorals, threatening to tear the sleeves of his shirt were he to go too far, while his hilly back was outlined by the soft material. Sweats meant for someone a few sizes below him revealed every detail about his tree trunk limbs - from quads that could crush a watermelon with ease, to calves wider than an average person's leg, to an ass that imprinted whatever he sat on thanks to his obscene weight - all of it showed through the fabric and left nothing to the imagination.

It was then when he felt his hefty package stir to life amidst his stretching session. While it felt good - no, great - to let his beef push against itself, he wasn't the kind of person to start worshiping himself in his place of work.

No, that required a change of scenery.

***

The other place Goliath frequented besides his place of work was the local iron pit, though only this one in particular as it catered to behemoths like him. Every patron of the gym was around his size or bigger, and even though it burned him a little that he wasn't the largest one around, he knew it was only a matter of time before he matched the magnitude of those titans or outright surpassed them. His determination knew no bounds.

He was put off by the lack of noise coming from the floor, however, and didn't even see anyone in the locker room. It surprised him that there wasn't another soul in the building that evening as usually people came after work like him to pump themselves massive, so he reckoned there must've been something happening that night to draw everyone's attention away. That worked for him.

The lack of other patrons actually put him in a better mood than he anticipated. With a flex of his powerful arms his chest pushed into his face, giving his tongue full access to the furred mounds of beef and leaving a trail of matted fur. It didn't matter to him whether he worshiped himself in his work clothing or his workout gear, it gave him the same high every time he did it.

Getting right to it, he situated himself at a bench where he noticed that whoever the last patron didn't rerack their weights, though it gave him a slight chuckle when he saw that the total was far less than his warm up. Adding the necessary weights was painless, but it got him to puff out his chest in anticipation for the exercise to come.

Now underneath the barbell, he grips onto it like he'd done thousands of times in the past and lifts, grunting as he acclimatized himself before the motion got easier. Each push used less effort than the last, the bar now gliding up and down as he pumped his arms rhythmically. The repetitive act put him in a trance as his focus was on maintaining his pace during the set. He was so fixated on his goal, however, that he never realized his set ended over a dozen reps ago and that he hadn't felt his arms get tired. Heh, the gym was really paying off.

More weight was added before he repositioned himself back down on the bench, his mind already preparing him for the difference. The thing was, though, that his constant exertion had built up for a moment like this and he powered through the heavier sets like it was nothing. Every time the bar was at its apex, his pecs pressed against the underside of his face as they flexed to their fullest extent. The pressure of which nearly made him falter a few times as he reveled in his enormity and let his tongue loose on his bulk. He couldn't get enough of just how huge he was.

Bench presses were only the start for him as he migrated from station to station, doing everything in his power to make the best of his chest day. Machines were being maxed out within a few reps as he craved a higher resistance than normal. The amount of weight being lifted exceeded those of most other patrons save a few, but he was right on their heels. There was only one exercise left in his routine.

The incline fly.

It took him a moment to locate a pair of dumbbells that provided enough heft for his needs, the search becoming a shock as he discovered his usual weights weren't up to snuff, a satisfied grin worming its way across his face. His smile only grew further when each subsequent set of dumbbells felt much the same way, though eventually he found a sufficient pair right before he reached the end of the rack, the heaviest of which calling his name. One day he'd lift those.

While each of the incline benches were free, there was one that he always chose as it gave him an unobstructed view of himself in the mirror. Setup barely took any time as the exercise was second nature to him; he tended to perform his favourites the most.

Completely focused on his potential results, he wasted no time in jumping right into it and pumping his chest. His arms naturally lowered due to the immense load in his hands, but with some effort he managed to raise them above his face again, his pectorals puffing up in the process. They continually pushed into his face as he blasted through reps, so much so that his attention was being pulled from achieving perfect form and towards how much he loved how meaty his chest was.

Every pump caused his pecs to encroach on his vision, his heart beating faster as his love for his size throbbed in the back of his mind. He couldn't contain himself when during one rep his sight became entirely blocked off, his mouth open as a result. There was no stopping him from giving the furred planetoids a round of sloppy kissing before getting back into action.

Every time his face became surrounded by pec beef he almost had to catch his breath as the force exerted from his upper torso grew too much to ignore. The love he possessed for his chest overcame his desire to finish his set and he used his bulging biceps to push his pecs in as much as they could, flexing them nearly twice as big as they were at rest. The act of squeezing his chest against his face made a shiver race up his spine, culminating in his snout nuzzling in ecstasy against the slabs of beef.

He just about let out a soft moan, stopping himself when he remembered he had heavy weights directly overtop his face. That convinced him to wrap up his day and hit the change room.

The fabric of Goliath's gym clothes clung to his hulking frame by a layer of sweat matting his fur, the white A-shirt almost translucent. It contoured around each of his swollen muscles, much more bloated than usual thanks to the pump he gained from his intensive workout regimen. How he loved the feeling of being huge!

He didn't need any reflective surface to tell him how massive his pecs were, the way they pushed the material of his shirt out over a foot from his torso told him all he needed to know. He craved size like no other, doing whatever he could to stuff his hide with even more beef, but at least for now he could simulate the effect by tensing his chest.

A simple flex pushed his chest boulders out in every direction, getting deliciously close to making it in front of his face. He groped at his densely-packed musculature with gusto, a moan slipping past his lips as a result though he cared little who heard. This was his time to revel in his gains.

And what better way to do that than remove everything getting in the way?

The act of shucking his shirt off was more difficult than he imagined it would be as it struggled to remain snug around his imposing frame. Once free from its confines, however, he returned to his self-worship, practically salivating over the mass he'd accumulated during his many, many workouts. So much bulk had been piled onto his body that his nipples were forced to point straight down at the ground, giving him much to play with.

Every grope of his herculean pecs gave him a shudder of pleasure ripping up his spine. He couldn't get enough of himself, lapping his tongue through sweaty fur as he praised the size he'd achieved. He couldn't stop himself from letting each pec bounce one after the other, feeling their rigid forms rub roughly against his face. His mouth acted on its own, letting loose a flurry of kisses to show his appreciation for the monsters they'd become. Thoughts of how far he could push himself filled his mind, always pumping his gargantuan form bigger, his growth seemingly never-ending.

Such thoughts were having more of an effect on him than he realized as he felt something throb down the leg of his shorts. A slight gasp escaped his throat at just how hard wanting to be huge made him, the flesh of his turgid pole hot against his thigh. It might be time to head home where he can take care of his needs properly.

***

The mist collecting around the shower stall provided the perfect environment to relax in as water cascaded down Goliath's lumbering form. He sighed in bliss as he rinsed off the shampoo he lathered on, using the opportunity to feel himself up once more. Picking up where it left off, his meaty schlong rose to the occasion as the pleasure washed over him much like his shower did. This was the life.

Every firm curve of his mammothian physique sent out ripples of euphoria as he ran his hands along his body, the moans he let loose getting louder the more he groped his wolven bulk. He couldn't get enough of just how big he was, wishing he could reach the heights the biggest bodybuilders in the gym got to, wanting to push past them entirely. The act of doing so might make the rest of his life a bit trickier as a result, but it was one he was more than prepared to deal with if it ever happened. When it happened.

A flex from his pelvis slapped his throbbing pillar against his chiseled abs, the girthy rod hard as a rock and probably able to drill through one if given the chance. He couldn't deny his raging arousal - how could he when it was staring him in the face?

If his bloated musculature overloaded his brain with ecstasy, then his cock was on a whole other level. Every embrace he gave the pulsating meatlog blasted him with fiery lust, not only to let loose his load, but also from just how huge he was. He grunted as he gripped his obelisk, the fire between his loins not dissipating as even a light touch added to the intensity, and it was just the way he liked it.

His fingers traced the veins along his dick, the nourishing blood keeping him more erect than usual as potent testosterone flooded his system. He pumped his pole with vigour as his other hand wandered along his body. There were so many tantalizing places to feel up - both above and below the belt - that it was hard to choose just one. Quads that could put a cyclist to shame always made him weak, as did a neck that made bulls do a double take. Arms as wide as another person were something to be proud of, just like a set of cum tanks bigger than a man's fist. So many choices he could choose from...

But of course, he eventually, predictably, came back to the same thing every time - his enormous pectorals.

Just the knowledge that they took up a hefty portion of his field of view excited him to the point where dribbles of preseed were belched from the tip of his shaft, only to be washed away in the torrent of water raining down on him. His hand ultimately found purchase on one of his thick nipples, playing with it like the knob on a door. Electric tingles shot through his nervous system. He hissed with every squeeze his hand gave, which in turn caused him to grasp his prick tighter. So much pleasurable stimulation pummeled his mind that his willpower dissolved instantly.

With a few good jerks of his pelvis he painted the tiled wall with his cum, the water already rinsing it off to swirl down the drain. The culmination of sexual tension built up over the day had finally been released, allowing him the clarity he'd been missing to return, though in doing so it brought him back to realizing how much his chest turned him on. He brought his arms together to squeeze his head with his pecs one last time, nuzzling and making out with them feverishly, before shutting the water off.

Living alone had some perks that Goliath enjoyed, namely the ability to wander around the place butt naked with no one there to say otherwise. He was proud of the body he'd sculpted, why would he not want to show that off where he could? His house seemed like the perfect place to do so considering how regular society frowned on that sort of thing. He was the king of his own castle, after all.

Sufficiently toweled off enough to step onto carpet, he headed to his room and enjoyed the feeling of not being cooped up in clothing. The more he grew, the more restrictive it felt, and he was growing at least a little bit day after day. It wouldn't be long before his current wardrobe would be too limiting for a behemoth of his size, and he couldn't wait.

Even after a shower he could still sense the scent of musk that covered his gorgeous frame. It was heavenly even if faint, but he knew after a while it would return in full force to be enjoyed yet again. The aroma might've been dulled by the running water, but it was too intoxicating to ignore now.

That brought his nose to the closest source of the smell - the valley between his swollen pecs. He huffed as much of it as he could, wanting to get even closer to it. His body acted on its own as his arms pulled in so as to puff up his chest. That was great, but he wanted more.

His hands pressed his chest boulders together, gripping them fiercely as he took in his own enormity, his mind swimming from how humongous his upper torso was. Thoughts of doing anything else subsided in favour of simply flexing for himself, putting on a show for an obsessed audience of one.

Goliath begins his posing with the crab, bringing his closed fists in front of his washboard abs, pushing his chest out to momentarily cover more of his vision, as well as bringing it tantalizingly close to his muzzle. He grunted as he shifted his stance to pull his hands upward, grabbing the underside of the meaty planetoids and forcing them to meet his face, letting his muzzle lovingly caress around his incomparable mounds of beef.. All his hard work was certainly paying off, but that was only the beginning.

Unbeknownst to him, his constant working out had a different effect on his body. All that exercise brought upon a whole load of testosterone battering his system from pushing himself to his limits, his arousal spiking whenever he pumped his physique hard. Being inundated with the stuff on a near perpetual basis caused it to seep into his very being, his muscles in particular saturated to the brim with it. It provided the perfect situation to really let loose his deepest fantasies, with his desire to get bigger being the catalyst.

Throughout his flexing his body shifted, subtly at first as his hormones only started working in their new role, but soon became apparent the more he posed for himself. Bouncing his pecs one at a time was something he reveled in when he had the chance to, and it took him a few rounds before he saw a difference in size to when he started. It caught him off guard; how was this possible?! Was he so tired that his eyes were playing tricks on him? A quick feel told him the best answer he could've hoped for - no.

That redoubled his efforts in pushing his pecs into his face, now covering more of his snout in their immensity as a needy groan sounded in his throat. Every physical test he administered that he could think of proved his eyes were telling the truth, and he relished the added size greatly. His tongue slipped between those slabs of beef, immediately feeling how he covered more surface area than he did previously, and sighed in bliss. He wasn't sure how, but his wildest dreams were coming true.

Little did he realize he wasn't actually as alone as he thought he was - the light on his webcam had turned on, fully intent on watching the show alongside the wolf performing it.

The thought of getting bigger by what almost seemed like magic turned Goliath on more than anything had done so in the past. In an instant his crotch rocket sprung to life, throbbing with need as it nestled lovingly beneath his pectorals. He didn't have to look to see he'd gotten larger down there too. He was over the moon!

And it was only getting huger by the second. So much masculine essence had been flowing through his obscenely massive frame that it began to affect things that weren't muscular in nature, including his junk. His pole's thickness jumped in circumference as it did in length, with not even one of his large hands about to encircle it alone. He was truly becoming a mass monster in every sense of the word and he was adamant in keeping this gift going for as long as he could.

So too did his testosterone factories partake in the growth, fattening up beyond their usual giant size to something more befitting a man of his increasing magnitude. They surged past the extent of his head, roiling with virile seed, but also introducing more of the hormone into his form. That started a delicious feedback loop where the growth of his undulating balls encouraged the rest of him to expand at a faster rate.

It was everything he ever wanted.

It was only then that Goliath saw something out of the ordinary at his computer. In spite of his rig having gone to sleep, his webcam was weirdly active at the moment. He shook his mouse to activate it again and started searching for whatever program was using his cam, only for his search to come up empty. What could be the possible reason behind this?

And then it hit him - someone else had taken control of it.

Now, he was incredibly tech-savvy and knew full well not to leave anything unprotected as this exact thing could happen. What surprised him was that, despite how heavily defended his home network was, someone still managed to get in, not to mess with any of his files or anything, but simply to flip the webcam on and watch whatever was going on. The gears in head began to turn when he realized that, and it caused a wry grin to spread across his face.

Someone out there clearly knew who he was and was shrewd enough to bypass the protections he'd put in place. Whoever this was, they weren't here to steal his stuff. No, they wanted a show, and he'd give them the show of a lifetime.

This person must be a connoisseur of the bigger things in life, so what better way than to demonstrate with the biggest thing he's got?

He resumed posing with his favourite - the side flex. Before it would puff up his pecs enough to let his chin rest on the very tops of them, but now thanks to this unexpected growth his face slid between them with little effort. The sensation of being nearly totally surrounded sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through his nerves, his tongue involuntarily lolling out of his mouth at the pure delight overcoming him. He obviously needed to start working out a lot earlier than he did.

And all the while Goliath's growing never slowed down. On the contrary, it appeared to pick up speed the more mass he put on. Size that he thought was just a pipe dream was now a reality, his body accommodating all this muscle like it was its sole purpose to. No longer did he need to use his arms to push his pectorals up to his head, they now resided there permanently.

He slavered over the planets of beef attached to his torso, those mounds growing out of control, yet also not huge enough at the same time. His body craved more size, as much as he could muster. 'More muscle' echoed through his mind as he lashed his tongue through his formerly-clean fur, sweat now beginning to coat him again with how much he was exerting himself. The heat pouring off his body certainly wasn't helping matters with how steamy the room was getting.

And with heat and sweat came musk, more than enough to make the change room back at the gym smell like him, permeating every little crevice that he was too gigantic to notice. The exhilarating aroma filled his nostrils, implanting itself in his brain. It was more potent than any aphrodisiac on the market, and he couldn't get enough of how the ambrosial essence was so unbelievably masculine, so unbelievably him.

By now his pectorals would be almost all he saw at rest, but in his musk-drunk state he'd never notice as he kept them as flexed as he could make them at all times. He reveled in the incomparable size he'd attained, not knowing exactly how big he'd gotten, but knew enough to realize he'd blown past any of the largest gym rats in the city with ease. There was only room at the top for one person, and there wasn't any way he'd let someone else eclipse him.

He drank in his impossible growth, his posing faltering the hornier he got. The unrelenting euphoric bliss pounding through his body was hopeless to ignore; if he even could, that is. As much as he lusted for size, the effect of so much sensitive beef added to his frame undermined his resolve far greater than he could've predicted, his mind submerged in arousal that wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried.

The python that used to poke the underside of his chest now shot past it, effortless to view if he let his slabs of beef rest, and both thicker and denser than a telephone pole. It throbbed with the need to let loose, blast out cum with the fury of an active volcano. Veins snaked across the flesh like the world's lewdest road map. His hands couldn't decide which part of his body to attend to.

There was no way in hell he would ever get the chance to see them, but his globular balls seemed to take on a life of their own, becoming absolute kneeknockers that positively churned with wolfbatter. Every flex of his pelvis pulsed them, inducing their production to run faster so as to reach climax as soon as possible.

How long had it been? Time was a distant thought to him as his mind could only focus on his body. But then how much did he weigh? Given how he felt his mountainous traps just hit the ceiling, that easily indicated to him that he'd not only reached a ton of dense muscle mass, but also surpassed it in the quest for additional size. The feeling alone had him reeling, and as much as he wanted to say that it wasn't enough and that he had to keep going, his body had other plans in mind.

All his efforts - all the late nights in the gym, all the meals dedicated to ensuring he got the right macronutrients, all the long hours at work to afford this kind of lifestyle - it was all paying off in the best way possible. Goliath's head was completely engulfed in his own beef, a sensation alien to him, but one that felt so right for the muscle monster he'd become. Were he given the opportunity, he'd see how far he could go in his iron pit, pushing himself to heights never seen before by any mortal man. He'd show the world what he was capable of.

His hands were no longer able to reach the tops of his pecs, partly because they were close to reaching the ceiling on their own, and partly because his biceps had grown so bloated with bulk that they had no choice but to be pushed away from his broad frame. He was a grotesquely massive specimen of a wolf and he _loved_it!

That got his leviathan cock to throb, spewing forth a healthy glob of pre that he couldn't stop from drooling down his length. More precum started oozing in rivulets, catching along the veins as it started pouring down by the bucketload. His breathing grew laboured the more he tried to edge himself away from release. But the more he fought it, the stronger the urge became, stronger than even he was.

In spite of his best efforts, not even he could prevent the boiling urge to blow his load in favour of getting huger, his body giving up the fight and letting his oversized genitals take the win. Without much warning his monolithic pillar tensed once before firing off the first of many ropes of jizz, his floodgates thoroughly broken open, fattened balls violently heaving its full production out of his cumslit.

He could do nothing but moan in pure bliss, his chest still flexed from the intense stimulation hammering his nervous system. On all sides of his head was muscle, keeping it locked in place as he rode out the most passionate orgasm he'd ever had in his life.

Although he had a rather spacious room, there wasn't enough distance between all around him to not receive a thick layer of spunk. Large wads of seed coated everything from the walls and the ceiling, to the clothes in his closet, to his king-sized bed, to even his computer. Miraculously nothing about the machine had shorted out as he kept on firing.

He could feel the fire raging inside him dying down after what felt like an eternity ablaze, getting him giddy about the possibility of growing even bigger after that. He wanted it, he craved it; anything to get him the most gigantic pecs the world will ever know.

Through all this he'd forgotten about the webcam. The light never shut off, not even once.