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The half-wolf, half-labrador Crux was half-asleep on the little bench in the laundry room when the click of the washing machine door snapped his ears alert. He opened his eyes to see a Rottweiler, well over six feet tall, and wearing a security uniform, though he had apparently not spotted the blue furred mutt in the corner. As Crux watched, the Rottie took a pile of laundry from a basket and started loading it into the washer. Then he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing darkly furred and nicely muscled arms, his pecs clearly defined against a white tank undershirt. When the security shirt was peeled off, he tossed it in the dryer, and then began to unbutton his pants.

"Uh, hi," Crux said, and the Rottie actually nearly jumped, his eyes wide.

"HOLY sh.! DUDE, I totally didn't see you there!" He had stopped mid motion, his big brown paws still on his belt buckle.

"Yeah," Crux said, "I kinda figured. Nice work, by the way."

The Rottie actually rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Ah, yeah," he said, "long night I guess. I didn't think anyone was around campus this time of year, and the washer was broken in the cottages. Since I didn't have any clean clothes and all, I figured I should try to find one." He glanced around. "Anyone else down here?"

Crux shook his head slowly. "Not that I know of, but I was nodding off myself."

The rottie grinned. "Well, as long as it's just us guys," he said, and once again fumbled with his belt, his paws almost too big to get it unlatched. Crux watched, in a sort of disbelief at the fact that this big, hunky rottie had apparently decided it was okay to strip in front of him. The wolf wasn't sure whether to look away or keep staring, but since the rottie didn't seem the least bit self-conscious, he decided to take in the show.

The big dog finally managed to unlatch the belt and slid it out with as much grace as he seemed capable of. He put that and the contents of his pockets into the laundry basket, and then proceeded to unbutton his pants, his back turned to the smaller blue wolf-lab as he slid them down over a nice round ass and thick, well-toned thighs. He stepped out of them and then squatted in front of the washer to pick them up and toss them inside.

When he was satisfied that the machine was under way, he turned back to Crux in nothing but his undershirt and a pair of white, no-fly Jockeys. They were some sort of tight, lycra-like material, conforming flawlessly to the expanse of his ass and extending down to his mid-thigh. They fit tightly enough to his bulge, too, that with one fleeting glance, Crux could tell that he was circumcised.

"Well," the Rottie said, hands on his hips. "That's better." He grinned at the wolf, who tried very hard to meet his gaze. "So what's your name?"

"I'm Crux. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Eric. The guys on the force tend to call my Backup," he said. "Because I'm so big."

The Rottie held out one big paw to him, and, taking it, he found his own small blue paw nearly engulfed inside it.

Crux chuckled a little nervously. "You are a big fella, huh?"

Eric sheepishly rubbed his head again. "Just good genes, I guess," he said. "And a lot of hard work."

"It shows," Crux said. "Definitely." Suddenly he felt awkward, talking about the body of a guy he'd just met, a guy who he was already very attracted to. He tugged at the collar of his t-shirt nervously. "Is it hot in here or what?" he said, more to fill the void than to suggest anything.

Eric shrugged. "It is May," he said. "Why don't you get a little more comfortable? You said it's just us here, right?"

Crux blinked, his eyes a little wide. Did he seriously just ask him to strip, too? "Well," Crux began slowly, "the dorm is pretty empty for summer break right now. There are only a handful of guys here taking summer classes, and most of them are in class now, so I guess it would be okay." He started to take his shirt off, then stopped. "Only."

The Rottie stood, leaning against the washing machine. "Only?"

Crux blushed a little under his fur. "Only don't make fun of me, okay?" he said. "We can't all be built like a pro wrestler."

The rottie laughed out loud, a deep masculine laugh. "Are you kidding?" he said. "I'm the one that usually gets picked on," he said.

The wolf-lab frowned at him. "Yeah right."

Eric's smile softened, and he gave Crux a serious look. "Can you imagine how insecure I make people?" he asked. "Especially other guys? The guys on the force give me all sorts of nicknames to make me seem less intimidating, to turn my size into a joke so they don't feel bad about themselves. And they're not the only ones. You wouldn't believe how many people have called me Tiny' through the years," he chuckled. "It's even worse when they know you're a generally good guy, like I am," he added, "because they know I won't hitem, no matter how mad I get."

Crux gave him a soft smile. "I had no idea," he said. "But I guess since you're generally a good guy and all." He pulled his shirt off, leaving his furry blue chest bare. He wasn't scrawny by any means, but he wasn't a bodybuilder either. He did work out, but he'd never have a chest like Eric's no matter how hard he tried. He glanced up at the rottie, and found him watching intently, but he made no movement and gave no hint of what he was thinking.

Next Crux began to unbutton his pants, first in the front and then in back around his tail. They were just a little baggy, and by the time he unzipped them, they just seemed to fall off, leaving him standing there in the laundry room in just his silky black boxers. He put his hands on his hips in an imitation of Eric's earlier pose and sheepishly tilted his head towards the floor, looking up at the rottie from the tops of his eyes. "Well.?" he asked after a second.

Eric still had his arms folded, but now one paw was thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "Not bad," he said. "You work out a bit, too, huh?"

"Yeah," Crux admitted, piling his clothes together on the bench. "But obviously not as much as you."

"Just something I enjoy doing," Eric said. "I didn't really want to end up tall and skinny," he chuckled.

"Somehow I can't picture that," Crux chuckled. "I mean, those arms of yours are unreal!"

Eric grinned broadly, his eyes twinkling with the praise. "Unreal, huh?" He raised his left arm and flexed it, the bicep bulging like a huge dark melon beneath his skin. "There's nothing unreal about this! C'mon, give it a squeeze!"

Crux's eyes widened again, and he cautiously stepped closer. For his part, Eric held perfectly still, smirking a little as the smaller wolf reached out and attempted to wrap his hand around Eric's bicep. "Damn," he said. "It's huge! I can barely get my paw around it." He squeeze it as best he could, but it was rock solid underneath. The fur was stiff beneath his fingers, and he lightly rubbed across it, flushing a little as his body began to react, the bulge in his boxers visibly shifting.

Eric didn't notice right away, though, mercifully, as his attention was focused solely on the small blue paw on his arm. He really liked the feel of it as Crux moved his paw along it, and he may have even suggested something more had the alarm on his watch not gone off at that precise moment. Crux nearly jumped out of his skin, taking a startled step back, as though waking from a trance.

"Sorry about that," Eric apologized, feeling rather disappointed as he turned off the alarm. "It's my reminder to take this new `vitamin' or whatever that Professor Schwartz gave me."

Crux frowned. "Schwartz? That weird fox guy that teaches chemistry?"

The rottie nodded. "He approached a couple of the security guys and asked us if we'd like to take part in a trial of some kind of special `male enhancement' kind of drug. He said it would be a little extra money in our pockets and if it worked, we'd see some dramatic changes pretty quickly."

"Oh," Crux said, "and did it work?"

Eric shrugged. "I think most of the other guys turned him down, but I needed the cash, and I figured it wouldn't really hurt anything. This is only day three, though, so I'm not sure if it's working yet or not." He reached into the laundry basket where he'd placed his things and pulled out a small orange bottle. Popping it open, he quickly shook one out into his paw and tossed it back, swallowing quickly. When he had placed the bottle back, he turned to his watch, resetting the alarm. "Yeah, he even gave me this watch, told me to keep it on as much as possible and use it to remind myself to take the meds."

"Aren't you worried about side effects?"

Eric shrugged again. "I guess that's why they're testing it on a big guy like me to start with, huh? Can you imagine me even bigger?" he laughed.

Crux flushed a little again, looking away, the paw of one arm wrapped around the opposite forearm. "Yeah, well."

"Yeah," Eric said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "So where were we?" He thought for a second longer, then suddenly reached out and took Crux's paw in his. "Oh yeah," he said, "I was convincing you that I was the real deal."

Crux definitely blushed this time, the tension returning in his boxers. "Wha.what are you...?" But Eric didn't answer, he just guided Crux's paw up to rest atop his tank top, his pecs firm and warm underneath. He flexed and his pecs responded with a jumping motion that might've made Crux pull away if the rottie's paw weren't holding him in place.

"Nice, huh?" the Rottie asked. "I train them pretty hard. People tend to like it when I make em dance like that," he grinned. "Howbout you? Do you like it?"

Crux realized his mouth was hanging open a little in surprise. "I.I like it," he said finally. "I definitely do." The growing bulge in his shorts seemed to agree with him. This time Eric did notice, and he smiled to himself, moving the wolf-lab's hand lower on his chest, to the firm ripples of his abs. He flexed them, too, making a wave of hard furry muscle beneath Crux's paw. Crux let out a little helpless, surprised sound as Eric began to move his paw lower, until it was resting on the rottie's firm, warm, pulsing bulge.

Crux stared at it for a moment, then looked back up to Eric's face. Eric was staring back at him, his eyes soft, his mouth open a little in a pleasant, aroused haze.

"I.," Crux started to say, but Eric leaned down and kissed him before he could say more. It was a bare brush of lips at first, but when Crux didn't pull away, Eric leaned in for more, his tongue licking once at the wolf-lab's muzzle for permission, which Crux gave after less than a second of hesitation. This time the kiss was more forceful, and Crux found himself wrapping his arms around the rottie as best he could. He felt those big strong arms returning the favor, pulling him closer until he could feel his shaft pressing against Eric's thigh, and Eric's bulge pressing against his chest.

When Eric finally pulled back, he didn't let the smaller wolf go. Instead, he rubbed his hands all along Crux's back, sliding down to knead his ass gently with his fingers. "This feels.strange," he said. "Not in a bad way, but.I feel so.powerful. Almost tingly. Like I could do anything."

Crux grinned, cringing at his own bad pun as he said, "You could just do me." His paws slid back down to the rottie's firm ass and then one paw went to the bulge in front. The rottie's shaft was large and full and pressed by the tight boxer-briefs along his thigh. Crux ran his paw along the length of it, from the base to the shaft, his fingers lingering on the tip.

It was enough to make Eric's knees a little weak, and he gave a little moan of pleasure as a tingling sensation broke over him. He felt a little dizzy, and Crux suddenly looked up at him in concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You look a little.different. Almost bigger, somehow."

Eric gave his head a shake as though to clear the dizziness. "I'm okay. My watch just feels a little tight," he said, fiddling with the strap.

"It's not the only thing that's tight," Crux said, running his fingers along the rottie's shaft again.

Again it brought a moan from Eric and again he felt that tingling sensation. There was suddenly a loud pop as his watchband broke. It felt apart in his paw and he frowned at it.

Crux chuckled. "Must be cheaper than it looks," he said. "I hope you're more careful with me," he said.

Eric smiled back at him. The tingling seemed to make him a bit dizzy at first, but it left a feeling of excitement in its wake, an excitement that was clearly visible in the outline in his shorts. "You keep teasing me like this, I'm going to have to take you right here and now," he said.

Crux met his eyes for a moment, then playfully and defiantly ran his hand across the shaft again, this time giving his balls a squeeze as well, for good measure. He was rewarded with a damp spot as Eric gasped, the first bit of pre escaping. But it wasn't just that which made him gasp. This time the dizziness was less, but the tingling was more, and his clothes suddenly felt way too tight. He reached back, his paws gripping the washing machine, and to his surprise he heard metal give way as his fists involuntarily closed.

Crux took a step back, watching in awe as Eric seemed to be changing in front of his eyes. The tank top that Eric has been wearing had begun to split across his pecs as they seemed to swell up, nipples hard and pushing the stretching white fabric to its limit. The tank seemed to be too short now as well, Eric's abs peeking out from under it as it rode up his chest.

His briefs were stretched to the max, pre leaking steadily, his cock hard and peeking out from the leg, grown too big to be contained. The tear started in the back however, around his ass, and when he gave a sudden flexing of nearly his whole body, the tear widened. Finally, the elastic gave way with a loud pop, and he was suddenly ripping the boxer briefs off in his paws, leaving his cock to bounce huge and free in the warm air of the laundry room.

The now nude Eric had been huge when he'd come in that morning. Now he was practically a giant, from 6 feet to almost 12 in a few moments. His cock was nearly as thick and as long as Crux's arm, and his balls were huge and round, hanging half-way down his thighs. He stood panting, his cock leaking pre in a small puddle at his huge bare feet, and he immediately looked to Crux to see the wolf's reaction.

The wolf-lab stood stunned, taking in every inch of the rottie's new form. His dick was hard and peeking out from his boxers, and he made no move to conceal his arousal. "My God," he said. "Just fucking look at you!" He grinned up at him, excited. "You're fucking HUGE!"

Eric grinned back, relieved, and slid down so that his ass and balls were on the cool cement floor, his back against the partially wrecked washers. His knees were bent, and he spread his legs wide, his cock rising up huge and sticky between them. "I guess this was what Schwartz meant by `male enhancement,'" he laughed, and even his voice had grown, becoming deeper and a bit more forceful.

Crux eagerly stripped his boxers off and stepped in between Eric's legs, looking up at him. "Is it okay.if we keep going?" he asked, hoping the answer was yes.

Eric nodded tentatively. "Yeah," he said. "I want to see where this leads.and I think we're both enjoying it."

Crux grinned and knelt, taking the giant rottie's enormous cock in his paws. On his knees, and with Eric sitting down, he was almost exactly the right height. The tip of Eric's cock came all the way up to Crux's chest and was half-as wide. The floor was sticky and damp around his knees and he slid his paws along the pre-coated underside of his pink shaft, then wrapped his arms around, pulling it closer so that he could lick along it, nearly taste the pulse beneath the tender pink skin.

Eric squirmed under these attentions, his hands clenching and unclenching, toes curling and legs shuffling every so slightly as he resisted the urge to jack himself, to give himself release. But Crux was only just beginning, as he repositioned himself, straddling Eric's cock and leaning back against the rottie's abs. His furry blue arms wrapped around the giant shaft once more, and his toes kneaded Eric's balls as he licked the head, tongue probing the slit. He thrust ever so slightly, too, against Eric's shaft, sliding his ass and tail against the base of it.

The sensory overload was a bit too much. "Fuck.oh fuck," Eric moaned, and suddenly he began to cum, thick, sticky white seed shooting up like a geyser and splattering the walls, the ceiling, dripping down on the little blue wolf-lab until everything seemed soaked in it.

"Oh fuck, fuck," Eric moaned, and suddenly the tingling took over once more. This time he was nearly blinded by it, felt a sudden pressure as his feet found the wall, his head and back pressing against the ceiling. Instinctively, his paw went to his groin to protect himself and Crux as he was suddenly bursting out of the basement, up through the steel and concrete of the dorm, his legs and exploding outward into the warm sunshine.

He lay there, blinking against the brightness, and slowly began to realize that he was sitting in the remains of a four story dorm that now barely covered his groin. His paw was still there, and he felt tiny fleeting movements against his palm. He closed his fingers gently around that movement and drew his paw back from the wreckage. When he opened it, the tiny blue wolf-lab lay trembling across his palm, sticky with his cum and staring wide-eyed at the truly gigantic Eric.

"Are you alright?" Eric asked, and his voice was truly booming now, like rolling thunder.

Crux winced a little and sat up in Eric's palm. "I'm okay," he said, talking loudly to make sure he was heard. "I think you shielded me from the worst of it."

Eric was sitting up now, too, legs crossed, bare ass resting where the dorm once stood. He glanced down and smiled. "Looks like you'll have to find a new place to live."

Crux crawled to the edge of the rottie's big brown paw and looked down, astonished at how high up he truly was. "Fuck man...you're twice as big as that dorm ever was!"

Eric grinned, and flexed his bicep for the little wolf. "Looks like my muscles got bigger too!"

Crux laughed with pleasure, cock hard and trembling with excitement as he realized that the bicep he'd just been fondling a moment before was no bigger than the basement he'd just been standing in. He idly stroked himself as he watched the rottie testing all his newly inflated muscles, and a thought occured to him. "Man," he chuckled, "I'd love to see the faces of your security team now!"

Eric quickly snapped his head up, and a slow grin spread over his face. "Now there's an idea...," he said. "Maybe we should pay them a little visit..."

Before Crux could answer, the rottie was rising to his feet, and Crux was once again taken aback by just how huge he'd gotten. He was at least three times as big as the dorm. Eric lifted his paw to his shoulder and glanced at Crux. "You should be okay riding up here, right?"

Crux nodded and stepped out of Eric's paw onto the rottie's broad, black-furred shoulder. He was slightly nervous about falling off, but he quickly realized that the rottie's shoulder was wider than the dorm's roof, so he would really have to be trying to fall off it. Still, he settled in close to Eric's neck and took some of the rottie's fur in his hands to hold onto.

With his hands free, Eric brushed the dust and rubble from his fur, particularly off his ass and groin. His cock was still sticky and still dripping, and he shook it off once or twice with a quick tug, then ran his paw over his balls to get rid of any lingering shrapnel. When he was satisfied, he put one paw on his hips and used the other to shield his eyes, looking out over the city from this new perspective. The buildings that comprised the university's campus were so small to him now as to go virtually unnoticed, but the security office actually lay on the outskirts of the campus, where the city started to creep in.

He took one step in that direction, and the ground trembled beneath him. Other than Crux, he hadn't really paid any attention to any whether there were any other furs around. But he suddenly became aware that there were sirens coming closer, and he saw movement in the corners of his eyes as little furs began to scatter as he moved forward. Something about the way they were all running from him excited him, made him feel powerful, and his cock began to twitch to life again in response.

He glanced at Crux and smirked. "Geez, you'd think they'd never seen a giant naked rottie before!" He laughed, and it was booming, powerful, sending vibrations throughout Crux's body as he laughed as well.

Eric began walking again, the ground quaking with every step, the concrete sidewalks and soft ground cracking and cratering beneath his paws. At least once, he stepped down only to find there was a house or building beneath him that he hadn't noticed. He only took a moment's pause before bringing his foot all the way down, rubbing his sole in the wreckage, grasping at the earth with his toes, grinding the fragile building into complete ruins.

Naturally, the security team heard him coming when he was still some distance away, and there was utter confusion about what to do. They recognized that it was Eric, and a few of them assumed that he since he knew them, he must be coming there for help. But the others weren't so sure. Tobias, the loud-mouthed Doberman in charge, was one of the latter. As soon as he'd seen Eric, he'd declared him a monster, and ordered his men to stand ready in case they were needed to take him down. Many of them had balked at that, particularly the tiger and horse that Eric had been somewhat close to. They had refused to listen, but they hadn't stayed to see what Eric intended, either. In the end, it was down to only Tobias, two beefy wolves, a stallion, and a bull, the five of them all hunkered down in the main office of the security station.

Eric could hardly believe how small it was, how little it all seemed as he finally stopped outside. He brought one foot to rest sqaurely on top of Tobias's car, making sure he took his time to grind it into the asphalt beneath his heel. "What do you think of me now?" he yelled, forcing Crux to cover his ears for a moment. "Huh, Tobias? Still 'Tiny?'" He grinned, but it looked more like an arrogant sneer. "Why do you come on out and have a good look?"

But there was no response from inside. Tobias stayed hunkered down behind the desk, staring at the massive orange paws that stood over the remains of his car.

"Fine then," Eric said. "Guess I'll just have to come in there!" He squatted over the building and took the edge of the roof in one hand, peeling it back as though it were a can of sardines. He tossed it aside and grinned down menacingly, amused at the tiny furs that were trying desperately to hide. "What's the matter?" he laughed. "Aren't you glad to see your old pal Backup?" He reached down one massive paw and scooped up the desk and the little doberman hiding beneath it. When he opened his palm, he easily flicked the little desk, nearly destroying and sending the remains hurtling out into the air. The doberman let out a startled cry and fell backwards onto Eric's paw.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tobias demanded, his voice breaking with terror as Crux watched. "And who the fuck is that?" he said, nodding at the blue wolf-lab way up on Eric's shoulder. "Did he do this to you?"

"He's just a friend of mine," Eric said. He grinned darkly. "But you're just an annoying little mutt. You always treated me like dirt, jealous of me and my size. We'll you've got a lot to be jealous of now, huh?" He flexed his huge bicep for him as Tobias stared on in fear. "I could really crush you now, just like the little bug you are!"

Tobias tried to get to his feet, defiant. "How dare you? You think just because you've become some kind of monster you can threaten me? My security team will..."

"Piss on your team," Eric interrupted. And to drive home the point, he took his cock in his hand, and aimed it at the main office. There was a mad scrambling of the guards below, but none of them made it out before Eric's started to piss, the force of the hot yellow tinted liquid sweeping them off their feet, smashing them against the glass doors and walls of the office. They gasped and choked for breath against the rising tide of urine until one of them finally managed to break a window letting the fluid out. "That's what I think of your team," he said, smirking.

"You're a monster," Tobias said, shaking his head. "An arrogant, perverted monster!"

"I may be an arrogant monster," Eric said, "but at least I've got the power to back it up."

Tobias glared at him. "Oh, so it only took a couple hundred feet for you to find your balls," he said. "Well you and your little bitch there can just fucking eat me."

"You know what?" Eric said, grinning. "I think I will!" He raised his paw towards his open muzzle, and Tobias desparately tried to grab at his paw.

"WAIT!" Crux yelled, and Eric paused, looking back at the little wolf who was standing at his shoulder. "Are you really going to do this? I mean, could you really just kill him like that?"

Eric glanced from Crux to Tobias, then looked back at Crux. "Is that a problem?" he said rather coldly. Crux swallowed hard and shook his head, afraid, but exhilirated, too, his cock hardening under that intense gaze.

Eric looked back towards Tobias, who began screaming. "No, wait, WAIT! Please don't!" But the Rottie tipped his palm back, sending the little doberman flying into his open mouth, the tongue catching and holding him easily as the massive jaws shut. For a brief moment, the rottie stood enjoying his victory, the feel of the doberman's struggles as he pressed him against the roof his mouth, his cock hardening with pleasure. Then he swallowed hard, his adam's apple moving up and down as Crux watched, also hard and stroking himself.

The rottie licked his lips and glanced at Crux. "Tasty," he said, laughing. His own paw moved down to his cock, stroking along the length of it, and Crux stared in awe at the size of it now fully erect. Eric looked out over the city once more, and grinned. "I've got an idea," he said, and he began moving down the street again.

By now, the police had set up a barracade and had begun evacuating furs from the surrounding area, but Eric paid them no mind, easily stepping over their barrier and heading down the streets towards the few lone skyscrapers at the heart of the city. The streets were narrow enough to him now that he had to take one step at time to fit through, like walking on a balance beam. When he reached the smallest of the skyscrapes he paused, frowning, having to look up at it.

"Hmm...I thought I was bigger than this," he said.

Crux looked at him, amazed. "You want to be bigger?" he said.

Eric grinned darkly. "I want to be the biggest, strongest thing on this planet," he said. "But for now, this isn't too bad." He reached out and found he could get his arms around the building, though not all the way around. "Hey," he said, looking at Crux. "You ever see a battering ram knock down a door?" Crux shook his head, and Eric grinned. "Well, I'm gonna see if my ram can knock down this building!" He laughed, gripping the building in both hands, and with one forceful thrust, he slammed his cock into the side of the building, the head penetrating through two stories of offices. He slid it out slowly, moaning with pleasure, and admired his handiwork.

"Damn," he said, brushing away bits of office furniture and twisted steel. "Not too bad," he said. The little wolf moaned in response, jerking off as the rottie thrusted forward again, this time penetrating further into the building. Below him, the office workers who could escape were fleeing for their lives, as he began to work himself into a rhythm, moaning and growling with excitement as he felt the first wet pre slicking him up.

And then suddenly it was there again, the tingling from before. He laughed as he began to thrust harder and harder, feeling his cock getting bigger and bigger, his body swelling larger until he was looming over the skyscraper, his cock nearly penetrating the other side. The tiny blue wolf-lab gasped and panted as he held on for dear life, his cock hard and leaking as he felt the rottie growing beneath his body.

Before Eric could climax, though, the building just seemed to collapse beneath him, too weak to withstand his humping. He laughed as it crumbled to dust, and when he took a few steps back, he realized that he easily crushed the smaller buildings around him, unaware they were even there. That made him laugh harder, and he began to walk toward the biggest of the skyscrapers, carelessly crushing anything in his path.

Crux assumed that this building would share the same fate as the last, but Eric stopped before it, looking up at it, still just slightly taller than him. He grinned, laying one gigantic brown paw against the side of it. The little wolf frowned. "What are you planning to do?"

"Just fucking it to pieces isn't good enough," he answered. "I want to be able to squash. I want to feel it crushed beneath me. And it seems every time I get excited, I get bigger," he said. He glanced at Crux. "So I'm going to make myself grow." He grinned. "Wanna help?"

Crux blinked, looking from Eric to Eric's massive cock. "Sure, but...how?"

Eric's grin widened, and he held out a paw for Crux to climb on to. He brought him around to stare up at him. "Those little paws of yours won't make a difference from the outside," he said. "But if I let you down to my cock head, you can work my slit, help bring me faster." Eric smirked. "That is, if you're up for it."

Crux's cock was throbbing, and he nodded eagerly with no thought to his own safety. His rottie wanted to be bigger, and he wasn't going to let him down. Eric grinned, and without another word, he lowered the wolf to his dick, letting him climb onto his rod and position himself.

The slit was massive, looming up before Crux like a dark alley. He tentatively reached forward towards the sensitive flesh, and as soon as his paws touched, the rottie reacted, his ass tightening, and his abs twitching with an intake of breath. Crux grinned, and started to climb in. The head was still slick with pre, and in just a moment, Crux's whole body was slick and slipping in the opening, drawing moans from the rottie. He put his feet in first, and used his arms to keep himself from sliding all the way in. Instead, he rubbed them up and down the slit, as far he could reach. He was rewarded by the sounds of pleasure from the rottie above, and it only enticed him to work harder, his own cock hard and slipping against the slit as well.

Eric had to brace himself with one hand against the skyscraper. The feeling of the little wolf inside his cock was incredible, immediately bringing on the tingling that meant he was starting to grow. He eagerly grasped his cock and began to stroke, hard and fast, pre leaking all over the little wolf, all over his hand, making it that much easier.

He suddenly felt his growth EXPLODE. The hand that had been braced against the building was suddenly toppling it over as he easily outgrew it. "FUCK YEAH!" he bellowed as he felt his whole body expanding with each wave of pleasure. The little wolf-lab, meanwhile, seemed to be slipping further down into his cock, too small to maintain a grip on the slit, but still working against the stifling heat, the waves of pre, to keep the rottie pleasured.

It didn't take much more. The tingling of the growth, the wolf's struggles, the feel of his own huge hand growing against his even bigger shaft, it was all too much to take in. His sense were overwhelmed as he grew uncontrollably. His knees were so weak with pleasure that he feel backwards, sitting down a hard and wiping out several whole blocks beneath his ass. He lay back and writhed in pleasure, feeling the tiny buildings wiped out under his back, his ass, his feet, as he grew ever bigger.

Finally he let out a huge, earth-shaking howl as he began to cum, huge sprays of jizz spurting high into the air, dripping down his cock, his chest, splattering what was left of the city. He kept stroking, wave after wave of hot seed flowing out, until there were pools of it on his abs and dripping down around his balls and ass. He lay panting for quite some time, trying to regain his senses.

Crux meanwhile, had been awash in his seed almost the instant he began to cum. He had lost all sense of where he was or what had happened, but he found himself staring up at the sky, his body heavy and wet. He slowly began to realize that the thing towering over him like a skyscraper was Eric's cock. He grinned as he looked around, taking in the fact that he was nothing more now than a speck floating in a sea of rottie seed on a gigantic rottie's abs. He laughed, and stroked himself off, easily cumming, again and again, adding to the sticky seed that matted his fur. When he was done, he lay panting, wondering only faintly about what he would do next.

Eric slowly sat up, leaning on his elbows, and looked around, confused. There didn't seem to be much of anything around, a lot of dust and gray sand, and further off he only seemed to see what looked like grass. He looked down at his body, covered in seed, and grinned. He remembered jerking off, and feeling a pleasure like he'd never felt before. But that was about it...he couldn't remember who he was, where he was, or how he got there. It was all erased by the pleasure.

His cock was still stiff, but not completely hard, and still leaking a bit of cum. He ran a finger along the slit, feeling as though he had forgotten something important, then put the finger to his mouth, licking off the drops of seed. He grinned to himself, remembering the feeling, and then ran his paw through the puddle on his abs. His paw came away wet with drippy, sticky seed, and he licked at his fingers like a bear with a honeycomb.

The tiny wolf watched as the paw descended, thinking that somehow Eric must have spotted him. He tried to grab onto the fingers as he held them before his face, but when he tried to call out, he found his voice choked and small. Then the enormous tongue was suddenly there, lapping at him. He had no way to fight, and with one last gaze up at the rottie's handsome face, he gave in, throwing himself onto the tongue, rubbing himself against it for one last moment of pleasure.

Inside Eric's mouth, it was like a sauna, and the sensation immediately made the little wolf cum again on Eric's tongue. He lay there spent, nearly unconscious as the rottie continued to lap at his paw. The last thing he remembered before passing out was a satisfed rumbling from his lover.

Then Eric swallowed.