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[Commission] From Dog to God
Commission for hunkhorse
Went quite far over the word count on this one, but it turned out reeeally well so it was worth it apparently ^^
From Dog to God
Marcus shook his head to try and keep himself awake. It was funny how lax you became when you were used to things, and he had to remind himself that this equipment was worth more than his house and everything he owned several times over. The german shepherd was small of build, but more than made up for it with a brain like a steel trap, methodical and precise. It was what had landed him in this job in the first place, working on state of the art tech using military grants. Money is money, as Alan liked to say - it didn’t really matter where it came from. At times he’d questioned the morality of his work, but in most cases they created the technology itself, not the weapon that might use it. A small step, but an important one.
That being said his latest project was not something he should be working with while tired. The cloud of grey mist in the tube in front of him seemed to shimmer in the light, moving in strange waves, programmed waves in fact. These were nanites, or rather they were prototype nanorobotic cells, to use the correct term. Very small machines that operated on the molecular level. Thus far they had only managed one actuator per nanite - even Marcus had to admit they were decades away from the kind of nanotech you saw in movies, building entire cities using sentient clouds, or whatever. This was very basic molecular manipulation, turning one atom of gold into two, etcetera.
He pulled the test tube out of the holder, tapping the glass with his finger as he moved it around in the light before carrying it towards the centrifuge.
“Heyyyyy Marky!”
Marcus jumped at the voice right behind him, and turned to see the massive body of Alan, a wide grin already plastered across his face. He sported the usual spotted black-and-white fur of a dalmatian, and was by far the biggest in the lab, 6’5 of hefty muscle barely contained by a lab coat.
“You gotta stop jumping up on me like that. I could have dropped these!” Marcus gestured with the nanites in his hand, trying and failing to hide the way he instinctively shied away from the attention, and in response Alan went behind him and draped his arms around the smaller dog’s body. It was a pose he often did, partially because it emphasised the size difference between them - unlike his boyfriend, Marcus was relatively unfit - and partially because he loved watching the german shepherd's face turn bright red at the sight of so much muscle around him. Marcus would be the first to admit that while he had fallen for Alan due to his unusual intelligence and affable personality, his body was definitely a big bonus. It was almost annoying how well Alan could play him like a fiddle, using his...very hot body to its fullest effect.
“Nahhh, hands of steel. Haven’t seen you drop anything in here since you started.” It was true, Marcus was diligent with his work. That, and the fact that each tube was half a million dollars of tech. He put the tube into the centrifuge, with the aim of separating out his newer strain, watching as the machine slowly spun up.
Alan watched it with curiosity. “How’s the new batch holding up? I heard you’ve been hard coding a bunch of amino acid sequences.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t even use the same chain for the whole batch, I have to do it individually for each nanite type. I’m gonna be here all night I swear.”
“Well, I might just have to drag you out of here then, hmm?” Alan ran a finger behind Marcus’ ear, tickling gently, grinning at how the german shepherd squirmed in embarrassment. He knew well just how awkward Marcus became in public, and it made teasing him all the easier for it.
“Can you two keep your hands off each other for 5 minutes?” The pair of them looked up to see the familiar figure of Robert waving at them from the far wall. The doberman had been the security guard at the lab for as long as Marcus could remember, and while he often had a slightly goofy grin on his face, that didn’t distract from the fact that he was massive. Thick muscle corded his brawny frame, covered in a thin dusting of brown and black fur, all topped off with a tight jacket that was almost splitting open at the chest. Marcus knew for a fact that his current attire was the largest that the lab had, and that in part due to his good-natured personality Robert had refused to kick up a fuss, instead preferring to stick it out for the time being. However this had the side effect of emphasising his already impressive size.
“You know I think he’s almost bigger than you now.” Marcus muttered, nudging Alan in the ribs. The pair of them went to the same gym, forming something of a friendly rivalry as they both lifted weights that made other gym-goers whimper just by looking at them.
“Mmhmm. I’m sure you know all about how big I am huh?” Alan flexed an arm and grinned as he said this.
“Well it’s not like you’re hiding them.”
“I wasn’t talking about my muscles.” Alan couldn’t help but laugh at the blush that spread across his boyfriend’s face, and on the far side of the lab Robert half-chuckled, half-sighed.
“If you two lovebirds are quite done, I’m going to have to remind you that you’re on the clock, so no funny business.” He tapped his watch a couple times to emphasise this, something he had done often in the past; he was arguably the most diligent worker there, and was not shy about reminding others of their work duties. “How about you save the showing off when you have some real competition. No offence Marcus.”
“None taken.”
Alan grinned and saluted the security guard, exaggerating the movement. “Sir yes sir.” he said with a wide grin, before he suddenly remembered the centrifuge. “I think your nanites are done by the way.”
Marcus had forgotten about them, and realised they had been going for too long. He stopped the centrifuge, grabbing the tube and checking the seal, and the moment he did there was a short beep and a cloud of nanites sprayed right into his face.
“Ack! Fucking…” he coughed a couple of times as they went up his nose, Alan laughing all the while nearby.
“Better hope those were unprogrammed, else I’m gonna have to shove a vacuum down your throat.” Alan chuckled as he walked off, leaving Marcus to sigh and close up the tube again.
“I hope so too.” He muttered to himself, before walking back to his station.
*
“So, are you going to develop superpowers?”
“For the last time, they were unprogrammed!” Marcus had found the joke funny the first time, but after the fourth it was starting to wear a bit thin. The drive home wasn’t that far, but he was unusually uncomfortable, shifting in his chair constantly as he drove. “Besides, that was just my test batch anyway, otherwise I’d be a few hundred grand out of pocket.”
“Statistically speaking you have a pretty high chance of some kind of effect. I mean it could be anything.”
“And if no instructions are programmed then they’re basically expensive metal filings.” Marcus had to admit he didn’t quite remember whether there was any active programming on them, but he certainly felt normal. Well, almost normal - the car was annoyingly hot, despite having the aircon pumped all the way up to maximum. He went to try and turn it up even further, and when he did the knob broke off in his hand.
“Look! You’re super strong already!” Marcus had to laugh at Alan’s enthusiasm. The big dog’s personality was so damn catchy it was impossible to be annoyed for long around him. In the past Marcus had always been shy and reserved, and even now he struggled in public, but Alan had done a lot to bring him out of his shell. It was just another reason he had fallen so hard for the dalmatian.
The drive back was uneventful, but Marcus noticed that when he got out the car it was more difficult than normal. He felt like he had to fold himself almost in half when normally he had no trouble exiting.
“Man, I’m starving.” Marcus said as he fumbled with the keys, eventually sliding them in and opening the door. Had he looked back he would have noticed the misshapen doorknob he left behind, unknowingly crushed in his hand. Instead he made his way to the kitchen and collapsed on a chair, leaning backwards and stretching. It felt good, better than normal, and he stretched as hard as he could, feeling bones pop and tendons strain.
“Fridge is all yours, I'm gonna go change.” Alan pulled his lab coat off, revealing a shirt that clung to his body and revealed all of that beefy musculature. He caught sight of Marcus licking his lips on the way upstairs, chuckling as he did so.
“What? I’m hungry, it’s normal!” Marcus mirrored the grin as he walked over to the fridge. He didn’t really care what he ate so long as it filled what felt like a gaping hole in his stomach. Leftover chicken, various vegetables, an entire carton of milk, all of it vanished into his gullet as fast as he could get his hands on it. With each thing that went down his throat, he became ever so subtly bigger. His chest puffed out, his arms thickened, his body flexed and grew just slightly taller. His shirt was slowly bulging as muscle filled up the available space, the seams starting to creak as they were forced apart. The effect was only compounded with each thing he ate, as if the raw materials were speeding up the process. An entire steak added a couple pounds of muscle to his biceps, a carton of eggs showed up around his thighs as new cords of strength - the list went on and on. Thing is it was so gradual that Marcus noticed none of it, he didn’t notice the way he had to hold things awkwardly as his hands grew, the way he kept shuffling the creaking chair back so he would fit at the table. He simply ate and grew, ate and grew, until his arms were bulging and the threads on his clothes were ripping apart. The effect was most noticeable around his chest, which was not only bulging outwards but also rounding out. He looked like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into his chest and was pumping away, only instead of air it was hard muscle blowing up inch by solid inch. He didn’t notice as each breath was deeper, heavier, supplanted by the twin boulders on his chest growing larger and larger.
“Hey, did you save some for….” Alan walked in, fully dressed with a towel around his head, and was greeted by the sight of Marcus sitting back in his chair. There was something...off about him - Alan couldn’t quite place it, but after staring intently for a few seconds he took his eyes off the german shepherd and noticed the fridge, or rather the lack of food in it.
“Yeah, sorry, dunno what came over me.” It was then that Marcus stood up, and Alan gasped. The difference was noticeable - where once the dog had been slightly dumpy and underweight, now there was muscle filling out his frame. He looked more athletic, like a swimmer, filling out his clothes nicely. Alan could literally see the curves of muscle on his frame, like someone had drawn them in. Only they were real, unbelievable but real.
“I uh… I think those nanites might have had an effect. A good one.” At Alan’s slightly shaky voice Marcus looked down to see his new toned body.
“Woah. You’re not kidding huh? No wonder I was so hungry, this kind of metabolic change is insane!” He grinned. “Well chances are this isn’t permanent, so I guess we enjoy it while we can.”
“Movie night?”
“Movie night.”
Alan grinned and made his way towards the sitting room. Normally movie night was on a friday, but considering the circumstances he was more than happy to spend the evening cuddling on the sofa. He was already lying there when Marcus came in and lay on top of him, immediately noticing their usual position wasn’t as comfortable as it should have been. He was typically small enough to sort of fit into Alan’s body, but now not so much. He tried to shuffle about a bit more, but stopped when he heard a rip near his neck and realised his collar had torn. His clothes were looking pretty strained already, and this awkward movement was not doing them any favours. He could see the way his pecs encroached upon his neck, bulging upwards and giving his upper body that classic built shape, the seams of his shirt snug around his frame. He’d never properly fit his clothes before, and he’d had them hanging off him so often that he’d forgotten what it felt like. After all, it wasn’t like he had a body to be proud of before, not like Alan. But now he felt the tight but pleasurable chafing against his skin, the tightness that despite being restrictive was somehow enjoyable. It was because he knew he looked good in what was fast becoming a muscle shirt, emphasising him in all the right places just by being tight around his muscles, allowing the definition to show through the fabric. It felt like a layer of cling film wrapped around him, contoured to his body but still just about allowing movement. Not that it was difficult to move - he could feel the resistance, but had more than enough strength to just ignore it and move normally. It was a turn-on to be honest, and he chuckled as he settled into a more neutral position. Now the pair of them lay together as equals, rather than one on top of the other. He even went so far as to lift his arm and flex a bicep next to Alan’s, noting how much the gap between them had closed, grinning at the sight.
“Looks like this little puppy isn’t so little anymore huh?” Alan nuzzled into the crook of Marcus’ neck as he said this, secretly happy that his boyfriend was satisfying some of his more carnal instincts. Not a day ago Marcus would have shied away from this contact in embarrassment, but now he instead pushed back, pulling Alan into an embrace than ended with an affectionate kiss in the crook of his neck. The dalmatian wouldn’t admit it, but seeing Marcus this buff turned him on like nothing ever had, and he’d seen plenty of big guys at the gym. It was the combination of a massive, muscular body and the slow loss of nervousness from his demeanour. He could see in the way that Marcus was more confident, more sure of his actions - the personality change was just as hot as the physical one. From beta to extremely hot alpha.
“Ah, man this is tight.” He made to take his shirt off, but to his surprise he couldn’t get it over his head. There was so much tension in the garment that he couldn’t even move it from his body. Then he looked at it properly, and realised why - he was even larger than before. Normally his shirt hung off him like an old jumper, but now there was solid bulk filling in all the spaces between, forcing the fabric outwards further than it was ever meant to go. Marcus stood up, intending to pull the shirt off, but as soon as he tried he heard ripping sounds. Just this action seemed to trigger another sort of growth, his spine cracking as it extended, and he stretched taller than he had ever been before. The growth was all over now, and his trousers looked like water balloons with the ridiculous amount of muscle packed into them. The thighs especially looked like there were tires packed into the muscle, so thick around the circumference that the fabric was about to split apart like the skin of an overripe fruit, overpowered by the flesh inside.
Alan didn’t say anything, not because he was at a loss for words, but more because he didn’t really want to break this spell, to disturb this magical moment. It was like one of his own dreams played out before him, and he watched it with the attentiveness of someone watching their favourite movie, committing every last detail to memory. He only wished he had some popcorn to munch on for dramatic effect.
The first to go were the sleeves of his shirt, tearing at the seams as his biceps pushed through them. It wasn’t an easy rip, in fact it was almost painful until the point of release, Marcus sighing with relief as the tightness vanished. The tears continued up to his shoulders, where twin cannonballs of muscle were slowly tearing the cheap cloth apart at the seams. His trousers were facing a similar fare as the hems rode up his ankles, his increasing height making them far too short in all but a moment, and his thickening calves and thighs were causing seams and buttons to rip apart now. The front of his shirt was looking like a thin layer of paint, so tight that Alan could make out each muscle underneath, and when it finally began to rip it started slowly, travelling from the bottom upwards, down the exact middle of the thing. Marcus took a deep breath, and flexed.
SCHRRIP
What looked like coloured confetti cascaded to the floor, and Marcus was left standing there, breathing heavily as if he’d just run a marathon, minus a shirt. His trousers were still hanging on, but they looked more like shorts now, and Marcus looked at them with a mixture of disdain and discomfort.
SCHRRIP
The trousers lasted no longer than the shirt did, Marcus pulling the denim apart like tissue paper, and Alan got a good look at a package that had not been slacking in the growth department either. Marcus just stood there, huffing and basking in the afterglow of the growth, his body still rippling as the tension slowly left his body.
Alan was astounded by the difference, not just in size but in definition: Marcus could easily be classified as built now, thick muscle caressing his frame in all the right places, building him into what was looking to be a beast. Another wave of growth rolled through his frame, more bones cracking as they expanded to make room for new muscle, and Alan realised as he stood up that for the first time his boyfriend was as tall as he was.
Now the dalmatian would never admit it, but he was just as into big, muscular guys as Marcus was. Half of his excuse for working out was to admire the eye-candy pumping weights around him, the other half being that he enjoyed being a hot, muscular stud. He enjoyed the attention, the raised eyebrows, the raw presence that Marcus had always shied away from. Before, Marcus’ body had never excited him in the slightest, his personality making up for it, but now? Now he was surreptitiously biting his lip as he looked at the hunk in front of him.
“W-wow, those things are something huh?” Marcus gave a tentative flex - he wasn’t used to this sort of reaction, and he had to admit it felt good. A rush of confidence filled his body, and he gave a more revealing flex, putting more effort into it. That flex triggered another growth spurt throughout his body, and this time he could actually feel it. It was like someone had injected fire into his blood and then inserted a few batteries in it, a wonderfully warm tingling that filled him from head to toe and forced his breath out in a pleasured huff. It also made him swell so high that his ears bumped into the ceiling and went through it, a shower of plaster dusting his capped shoulders, and his eyes went wide as he saw that not only was he breaking his house but he was also still growing. Alan was forced to move out of the way as Marcus moved to sit on the sofa, narrowly avoiding being crushed by a rear end that looked like twin globes of rock, perfectly round and unnaturally solid. The action of sitting down was simple to the german shepherd, but in reality his rock-hard ass hit the sofa like an anvil, causing it to instantly collapse and pitching him onto his backside in a cloud of dust. He didn’t even feel it through that monstrous ass, and as he got up he realised he was bigger than Alan, not just taller but much thicker too, and still getting bigger.
“Shit, it’s not stopping. Shit shit shit, what do we do?” Marcus looked at his boyfriend, who was entranced by the huge slabs of muscle adorning his boyfriend’s frame. “ALAN! Now is not the time!”
“Y-yeah, sorry. Uh….the lab! If it’s the nanites doing this then maybe we can reprogram them? Force a kill command in or something?”
“It’s worth a shot.” Marcus attempted to go through the living room door, but he was already proving to be too big for the majority of his house. Not only was he too tall, but he was too wide - his immense bulk made it simply impossible to fit through the door frame, although he tried for a few seconds, tucking his arms in and wedging his shoulders into the narrow opening. It was just not happening though, so after evaluating his options he sighed and shoved his way through. This was as destructive as he feared, his broad shoulders warping the frame into a buckled oval, then almost breaking it entirely as he forced his way through. The corridor was no better, and he winced as he felt his elbows digging into the walls, twin furrows appearing on either side as he forced his way forward. He was literally breaking everything now, his back grinding against the ceiling as he hunched over to fit, those massive arms making light work of the various ornaments and pictures around his house. One particularly spiky houseplant jabbed right into his backside, causing him to wince in discomfort and straighten up, and this time instead of just his ears going through the ceiling half his head punched through. He spat out a couple of chunks of wood that got into his jaw as a result of his muzzle punching through the upstairs floorboards, not even noticing the complete lack of splinters or any injuries whatsoever.
“Goddammit!” Marcus was stressing out now, and his priorities had changed from avoiding damaging his house to simply getting outside. He was well aware that each movement was costing him money, each second he felt himself grind harder against the walls, leave deeper holes in his floor and ceiling. The front door came up to the middle of his pecs, and he knew just by looking at it that he wouldn’t be anywhere near able to fit through. He tried anyway, crouching down and squeezing himself as tight as he could, but he only managed to fit one arm through. Alan appeared behind him, watching in amazement as the tank of a german shepherd tried in vain to find a way out without destroying the door, slowly coming to the realisation that there wasn’t one. In fact he’d grown so much during the time that he was now stuck, and the only way was forward. He couldn’t help but lean on the wall and take a good look at that admittedly impressive rear.
“You know, I never thought I’d use the word thicc to describe you, but -” Suddenly Alan cut himself off, his eyes widening. “Wait there, I gotta grab something!” He dashed upstairs as Marcus grunted and pushed through the doorway. He didn’t so much break the door frame as leave a big, comically body-shaped hole where it once was, pushing all the way through like it was nothing. It was much easier than it should have been, and even with the stress of repair bills on his mind he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in his breast. There it was again, that needling self-confidence, the one thing he had always been lacking: it seemed that being built like a house did the trick.
That pride didn’t even go away when he realised he was outside and stark naked. He knew he should cover up, but even he was infatuated by the body on display, the muscles so sharp they might as well have been carved out of marble, the sheer intimidating size of him. Perhaps that was why he didn’t squeal and hide as he would have before, but instead stood proud and tall, the shyness that had once plagued him already vanished. He was a spectacle, a masterpiece rather than an embarrassment, and he just knew that anyone who saw him would agree.
“Here!” Marcus turned to see Alan running out holding what looked like a pile of bedsheets. They turned out to be clothes, some of the biggest that he had ever seen, and Alan dumped them on the floor in front of him. He got dressed, noting how even on him they were baggy - though they weren’t going to stay that way for long, he imagined.
“Where did you even get these?”
“Eh, let’s just say I overestimated how big my cousin was on her birthday by about 10 Xs. Online ordering is never a good idea when you’re drunk.” Alan chuckled at the memory as he walked towards the car, Marcus right behind him.
Now being a respectable scientist Marcus was on a pretty good salary, meaning that his car was a large Range Rover, jet black and business-like. However, actually getting into it proved to be as difficult as Marcus feared it would be - at over 8 feet tall he was already far too big, and he had to fold himself almost in half just to get himself through the door. He also winced when he noticed the little grooves his fingers left in the metal where he’d grabbed onto it to steady himself - his strength was increasing just as rapidly as his size it seemed. Nevertheless he managed to somehow fold himself into the driver’s seat, and then he looked down and immediately realised that there was no way he was going to be able to drive. His feet were large enough to cover two pedals each, and he could barely fit into the driver’s seat.
“Guess I'm driving then.” Alan pushed Marcus out of the driver’s seat, settling into the plush leather. “You know, I’ve always wanted to drive your - “
“Will you get a move on!” Alan looked over to see Marcus curling his knees so that his legs wouldn’t punch through the dashboard, and decided that now was probably not the best time to be idling around. No matter how big, how thick...how strong….
“Ahem.” He shook his head to clear it. No matter how big Marcus got, he had to focus. He quickly turned the ignition and floored the accelerator, pulling away in a cloud of burning rubber and tire smoke. He drove as fast as he possibly could, obeying as many traffic laws as he could whilst breaking the ones that slowed him down, but even so this was evening rush hour and traffic was building up. Marcus could feel himself getting more and more stressed as time and time again they hit slow sections, and he was forced to sit in the car and watch his legs slowly fill the car up as they crawled forward. In one particularly nasty jam he looked to the side to see a small kid in the car across from him looking at him in shock. He couldn’t help but give a wry smile and a very small flex - his movement was restricted in the car, or rather it was restricted if he didn’t want to pop it open like a sardine can - and watch as the child’s eyes widened in awe.
As they hit yet another jam Marcus was approaching breaking point. Thus far they had been avoiding the motorways and sticking to smaller roads, Alan following a sat nav on his phone, but it didn’t seem to be working very well. They were in the middle of the town, stuck in two lanes of traffic that were both completely stopped.
“There must be a faster way there, else I’m gonna explode!” he said, and as if to emphasise his point the window on his side cracked from the pressure on the inside, the crevice shearing through the glass with a sound like a gunshot.
Judging by his size Alan was inclined to believe him, and at this point he was done with doing things the right way. There was nobody on the sidewalk next to them, and it would only be until they were past this jam. One quick little trip...
He went for the gear lever and felt something furry blocking his hand - it was the side of Marcus’ chest, slowly expanding into his side of the car. With his body scrunched up, instead of expanding upwards Marcus was expanding outwards, slowly entreating onto the driver’s side of the car. There was a distinct snap as his seatbelt gave up the fight to grip his body, marked by a quiet but noticeable moan from the german shepherd.
What Marcus hadn’t realised was how good it would feel. Every pulse of muscle came with a rush of endorphins, like a strange sort of orgasm that covered his whole body, starting at the crown of his skull and crackling down to the tips of his toes. He could have slowed down the growth by resisting, but deep down he simply didn’t want to. He loved the feeling of new muscle cords winding around his body like snakes, before embedding themselves into his bones with a rush of power. It was addictive, he realised with a start. He let his restraint slip again and bit his lip as that familiar wave of bliss washed over him again, his muscles creaking as pounds of mass were added and melded to them, as his body bulged with raw power that coursed through him like electricity. What would happen if he let go completely? What would he become? What would it feel like?
Alan realised he was in trouble when he tried to turn the wheel and realised there was a bicep blocking his movement. Only this wasn’t a normal bicep, this was a gigantic mass of solid muscle as thick as his chest, absolutely rock solid and utterly enormous. Alan stared at it for a while as it trembled, then spurted even larger, until he was fighting to stop it bending the steering wheel the wrong way. Even just touching it he could feel the power behind the limb, the weight. He tried to shuffle away from it so that he could turn the wheel, forcing his body into the corner of the car, but the moment he gave it more free space it instantly filled it, continuing to press on him like he was the only thing stopping it growing endlessly. He almost immediately regretted his movement because it left him in a much more uncomfortable position, and now not only was the gear lever completely engulfed by furry bulk, the steering wheel was well on the way to joining it, and completely inoperable now.
He tried to yank the steering wheel, to undo his seatbelt, to do anything at all that the growing muscle might have permitted, but it was all to no avail. With every breath he took there was increasingly less room in the car, and the space was being filled by solid muscle. It wasn’t in any way soft - this was like being pushed aside by a stack of furry bricks, and he was starting to panic a little bit as the seat underneath Marcus collapsed from the weight. He could hear little pings from the car morphing into expensive-sounding crunches as the suspension collapsed from the weight, and he watched as Marcus’s eyes rolled into his skull and he moaned his way even larger, his fists clenched as muscle sprang into existence all around his body, over and over again. He was getting bigger faster too, the rate was increasing with the size.
“It’s exponential.” Marcus muttered under his breath as he slowly pinned his boyfriend against the door. “Shiiiiiit, this is not gonna stop! Shhhhhhhhhaaaarrgh, why does it have to feel so good! This is bad!” His words were lost under a sea of muscle though, and Alan definitely wasn’t going to hear them with his ears squashed shut by a gargantuan bicep.
Despite his alarm and despite telling himself this, it was hard to think of this as bad when it felt like he was having every inch of his body sucked off at the same time, when he was glowing with power, revelling in it. Practically embedded into Marcus’ body, Alan got a good look at the shirt he had given to Marcus, or rather what was left of it - it was stretched so tight across his body that he swore he could make out the texture of his fur underneath it, spread evenly across a musculature that was out of this world. He breathed deeply as the growing bulk pressed him harder against the door, glad for once that he was not in the least bit claustrophobic. Alan caught a glimpse at Marcus’ face, noting how his eyes were screwed up in pleasure, his breath coming in needy gasps as he surrendered to the ecstasy wracking his power-laden form. It was worryingly clear that his boyfriend was no longer worried about anything around him, and that meant he was probably not even going to notice if he squashed his boyfriend flat. He decided right then that abandoning the car would be the best course of action, but found that he couldn’t. He was pinned so hard against the door that he couldn’t actually reach the handle. Marcus shifted, trying to reposition himself, but only succeeded in manoeuvring himself so that his pec was smooshing Alan into the door. The dalmatian found himself slowly being spread flat as he was pressed backwards with unstoppable force, until his arms and legs were splayed outwards by the curvature of the pectoral pushing against him. He couldn’t even move his body, he was pressed so hard, and the tension was only getting greater as Marcus shifted and flexed his body, as he grinned and rubbed up against the flimsy metal constraints.
CRNCH
The inside of the car popped outwards, like a tin can caught under a hydraulic press, the metal buckling as Marcus gave a particularly vigorous flex and bulged the inside of it outwards, chips of metal flying all around the inside of the car. Alan was immobilised, pinned by muscle, a prisoner as Marcus flexed harder, as he felt a ton of german shepherd muscle inexorably crush him flat. Another flex and the frame warped even further, the previously boxy structure looking more like a ball as it was forced to accommodate Marcus’ body whether it was able to or not. The stress placed on it was insane, so much torsion in the thing that you could literally see the striations of Marcus’ arms and pecs from the outside of the car, as if it were some sort of metal shirt. He gave off a beastly roar, the metal moulding to the contours of his impossibly defined body as he forced it further, and further, and further….
BANG
Finally the car could take no more. The doors flew off as if there had been an explosion inside, and the frame buckled as growing muscle filled the space where it had once been. The tempered steel was simply sheared away as Marcus gave his loudest groan yet, a grin twisting his face as he pulled a mind-blowing most muscular, ending up lying on the road like some kind of supermodel. The cars around them were peppered with bits and pieces, some of them even being forced backwards by car doors slamming into them with great force and shoving them backwards, tires squealing all the way. When all was said and done they were surrounded by a small area of broken machinery, and the drivers around them were in full panic mode. Alan flopped backwards, breathing deeply as he got used to the feeling of not being flat again, and he noticed that Marcus was titanic now. At almost 15 feet tall he was a giant, and when he stood up the dalmatian could see it was mostly muscle, thick slabs of it all over him, rippling with raw power even as he just lay there. Eventually Marcus got up, looking at the remains of the car with a grimace. His paws sank into the roadway as he did, several tons of muscular dog forcing the pads down into the concrete without him even trying. He looked like a furry tank, the world around him buckling under just his weight, let alone if he actually applied any of the immense strength coiled in that vast expanse of muscle.
“Looks like we’re running it then. Can you give me a lift? I think you’re the faster of us now.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Alan paused for a second. He knew exactly what this was, he could feel the shift in power happening before his very eyes, but truthfully he was enjoying it even more than Marcus was. Therefore he had a massive grin on his face when he answered.
“Beam me up Daddy.”
“Eh, close enough. I’ll allow it.” Marcus lifted his boyfriend up and placed him on the bulging muscle of his right shoulder. It was strange, but such a simple action really rammed home the difference in his body. Alan had always picked him up at home before, manhandled him around, and he’d always been too shy to really do anything about it. Besides, he liked it in a way. But now he was on the other side of that relationship, he was the one who could do anything, and it felt good. He couldn’t resist jostling Alan a bit as he settled him on his shoulder, making sure he knew just who was in charge here.
Initially he ran cautiously, aware of the stares he was getting. After all, who wouldn’t stare at a 15 foot tall german shepherd thudding down the street? But it didn’t take him long to realise that there wasn’t a damn thing they were going to do about him, so why should he care about what they thought? What was the point? He was a titan now, a massive muscular deity, and those looks were nothing but jealousy and envy, that they could not have what he possessed. Soon his cautious jog morphed into a full, flat out sprint, and he howled his pleasure at finally getting the chance to properly test his new body out. It was like his muscles had been screaming for release, and given the chance they were using it to the fullest. Faster and faster he ran, picking up speed even as he grew larger with each step, deep paw-shaped craters in the tarmac marking his path. He didn’t know the calculations, but instinctively he could feel himself building momentum, getting heavier, faster. Poor Alan was clinging to his shoulder for his life, watching the world blur around him and having nothing but the pumping muscle underneath him to hold on to. Marcus felt like some great, unstoppable train, blasting through the city, at full speed, shoving things out of his way. He didn’t even bother moving to dodge things anymore, he simply ran right through them like they weren’t there. There were only a few scraps of his shirt and trousers left, but by the time he’d run through a few trees there was nothing left at all. Cars, trees, even buildings, he ran through everything, like some ungodly wrecking ball leaving a straight path of destruction in his wake. The easiest were the trees, great oaks snapping like thin little twigs as he rammed into them shoulder first, not just breaking apart but exploding from the impact. Not too far ahead of those were the lighter constructions like bus stops, flimsy little scaffoldings filled with glass that shattered into a million pieces as he blasted through. In most cases he chose to run directly over cars, most of them simply stamped with a pawprint that not only depressed the roof down but mashed it almost a foot down into the concrete, but in the case of a bus he literally ran through it, bisecting the unfortunate vehicle and sending the twin halves spinning away. The most noticeable were the buildings, as he often ended up blasting through multiple office walls in a shower of paper, drywall and broken machinery. It was like a small tornado had passed through, most of them left with comically german-shepherd shaped holes all the way through. The most enjoyable though was the bank, because he went straight through the thick vault door in the middle. Now that one he felt, mostly because of the cast iron rods anchoring it in place, but also because of the very satisfying clang that it made when he completely ripped it from the bank. It actually folded around his body for a couple of seconds, two feet of iron and concrete simply bending like it was plastic, until it couldn’t take the stress of the pumping muscle underneath it and was shorn in two. Well, to say that any of these were tricky was a bit of a misnomer - they were the difference between 5lb and 6lb dumbbells to a bodybuilder, so small as to be insignificant. When you were this strong it all sort of faded into one general weak resistance, as if the world was politely asking if you would be so kind as to stop breaking things, whereas to others it hit them with a baton and ordered them to do so.
Finally they reached the lab. Stopping was tricky, but eventually Marcus dug his feet into the ground and skidded to a halt, the asphalt furrowing around his toes as they dug in to halt what was an apocalyptic amount of momentum and force. Alan dropped to the floor and almost fell over right there, breathing heavily.
“That was...damn.” He looked up at Marcus, really appreciating the power held in that body, the vast, torrential force held at bay by skin and shaped flesh. It was like looking at a contained explosion, a force so great you knew that it could destroy you in a second, and despite the knowledge that it was safe you still felt an uneasiness. Most creatures fear the loss of control, subconsciously anyway, and despite his enjoyment Alan was no exception.
Marcus burst into the lab like a wrecking ball, sending splinters of brick and metal everywhere. He wasn’t even bothering with doors anymore, just firing his body through the wall to save time. This damn near gave Robert a heart attack, the doberman falling onto his ass as he yelled in sudden terror at the monster bursting into the lab, reaching for his gun as soon as he got his wits about him.
“Robert! Rob don’t shoot, it’s me! It’s Marcus!” The monolithic german shepherd leant down to make his face clearer, and a flash of clarity shot across Robert’s face.
“Marcus? W-what the fuck happened?” You’re enormous!”
“I’m big, but not bulletproof. I think. Either way could you please put that down?” He gestured at the pistol that was trained on him, albeit shakily, and the security guard finally obliged and holstered the weapon. “We’re here because whatever this is, it’s not stopping. We gotta - MMMNGHH!” Marcus couldn’t even finish his sentence before another wave of growth hit him like a truck, his body swelling with power while he struggled to keep his composure. It didn’t help that his explosion of mass knocked Robert backwards, the doberman feeling the force of several tons of muscle pushing him effortlessly away.
“Haaah, okay okay okay. Let’s just calm down here. What do you need me to do?” Robert took a few deep breaths, acclimatised himself to the situation.
“Just lock the doors make sure nobody comes in.”
“You know, you probably should have asked that before putting a massive hole in the wall.” Robert would have chuckled if his heart wasn’t still pounding through his chest, and he got up from underneath Marcus and went towards the hole. His route gave him a good look at the german shepherd’s body, the way it twisted and flexed almost unconsciously in the light. The utter size of him, so thick and heavy but paradoxically light on his feet, constrained by the room rather than by his own hulking weight. It was almost impossible to believe such a thing was possible but there it was right in front of him.
Alan butted in. “Sorry to ask this Rob, but we’re gonna need your elevator key. We left ours back at the house”
“No. No way are we going to fit in that damn elevator. You can barely fit in the corridor, let alone a tiny metal box!” The way Marcus’s elbows were making holes in the walls affirmed this statement, and the security guard swore that the corridor was rounder than it had been before. He tried to be assertive, but his confidence melted away when faced with someone who wasn’t just bigger, but was in another league of size entirely.
“Either we try, or I'm going through the ceiling to get there. Your choice.” Marcus crossed his arms and looked at the guard with an imperious stare, his chest a cliff of muscle jutting from his chest.
10 seconds later both Alan and Robert were in the elevator watching as Marcus forced his way in. They were both not just pinned into the wall but pressed into it to the point of suffocation, the thick muscle of Marcus’ back not yielding an inch even as they pressed on it. If either of them were at the front they would have seen the dial indicating weight break, the needle whizzing in circles as it tried to measure Marcus before falling off completely. There were some worrying sounds, but eventually the box just about lowered them to the ground floor. Marcus didn’t even bother waiting for the doors to open, he instead barged out of the cramped container, immediately stretching his legs in the increased space and noting how his head was already very close to the ceiling. He turned around to look for the other two and they weren’t there - it was only from the sounds that he realised they were literally stuck to his back, impressed in the fur due to the pressure. Alan fell of himself once Marcus gave a little shake, but he was forced to peel Robert off like some kind of sticking plaster. The poor doberman groaned as he tried to shake the blood back into his limbs, but Marcus didn’t have time to check if he was ok.
“Alan, I need you to set up a programming chain to push a command to the test batch, the transmitters you need should all be under the directory 112B.” Marcus moved towards his machines but instantly realised that this would be trickier than he thought - his hands were great lumps of flesh by now, and while they had enough power to crush metal he no longer had the finesse needed to operate the controls. Hell, he couldn’t even type on a keyboard right now, he was just too big.
“The hell kind of organisation is this?” Alan scoffed from across the room. He too was still shaking the blood back into his hands, pausing his typing every few seconds to shake his arms about like some manic dancer. “You should really label all this stuff.”
“Alan! Focus! I can’t operate the controls, you’re going to have to do it for me.” Marcus grimaced as he bent a joystick too far, the thing snapping off in his hand. He’d already left finger-shaped marks in the keyboard when he’d pressed the keys, and he was aware of how expensive all of this stuff was - he was already panicking that his growth was going to bankrupt him.
“Give me a sec.” Alan typed away, and Marcus had to simply watch as the dalmatian seemed to shrink before his very eyes, as if he was being lifted into the air. He started to feel the familiar sensation of parts of the room touching his body, which meant he was already outgrowing this space, and panic began to set in. He winced as glass cracked behind him, his back already pressing against equipment.
“Hurry up!”
“I’m going as fast as I can! It’s not exactly easy!” Alan felt the familiar touch of muscled fur against his body, and turned to see his entire view filled by Marcus, the german shepherd quivering and moaning as he slowly expanded into the equipment around him. Robert was already pinned under a single massive leg, the thigh pressing him into a bank of computers that were starting to spark and fizzle as he crushed them, or rather he was used to crush them by Marcus.
“Alan come on! This place isn’t going to last!” Marcus made the mistake of trying to reach for a keyboard and immediately his elbow punched through the wall. There was a crunch underneath him as the floor caved slightly, his immense weight forcing the concrete to buckle underneath him, and he shifted around so that he could sit up properly. His head pushed against the roof and went through, his arms left bicep-shaped marks in the brick around him.
“Alright, I got it! I’m sending it now!” Alan finished typing and pressed enter with a flamboyant movement. The moment he did Marcus immediately knew that he’d messed it up, because instead of the expected brief surge of power as the command chain executed itself, there was a strange sort of tingling. Then his eyes rolled back into his skull as the growth doubled in strength, immediately forcing him to the capacity of the building. Robert yelled as he was forced into a wall, pure muscle simply pressing him backwards, and Alan echoed the sound as he was pressed into the ceiling by an errant bicep. He felt so utterly helpless against the tide of strength before him, his whole body tight with tension that Marcus wasn’t even trying to apply. That was what set him off the most, the fact that Marcus didn’t even need to be aware to make him completely helpless, to dominate him completely. To him it was not even an effort, it was just a side effect. Robert did not share his infatuation, although he was definitely enjoying the gun show. However he was not a fan of being pinned and held down. He was actually pinned into the elevator, muscle flattening the gap until what was once a metal box now looked more like a picture frame with the doberman as the unfortunate photograph. He was struggling as hard as he could, muscles bulging across his frame as he used every last ounce of strength to try and move Marcus, but he might as well have been trying to move a mountain; the strength disparity between them now was obscene, it was impossible to even measure. It was like a collision between a planet and a blade of grass, so vastly outmatched that it was hard to even consider it a collision in the first place. The lab had started off as multiple rooms and experiment chambers, two floors linked by an elevator, but Marcus was making that all into one very quickly. It was nothing but a box to him, and his growing bulk sheared through walls and doors, destroying anything in its way. 15 rooms became 12, then 6, then just one big one as muscle equalised everything, hollowed out the lab until it was but a shell.
“GRRAAAAAGH!” Marcus flexed, he fired every glorious muscle into overdrive, and the lab exploded around him. Chunks of metal and sparking wires flew everywhere, causing a panic as regular citizens scurried away from him. He felt….odd. In the back of his mind he knew he was as of this moment officially bankrupt, what with the destruction of close to 500 million worth of equipment and experiments on his record, but at the same time it seemed insignificant. Who was even going to challenge him for that? Who would challenge him for anything when he looked like a god? No, not looked like one, he was one. There was no doubt in his mind anymore, and he reached down into the rubble and plucked out Alan, placing him on his shoulder. Robert he left groaning surrounded by broken equipment, his body battered but alive. A necessary sacrifice for Marcus’ majesty.
Growth came exponentially now, each spurt twice as large as the last. Marcus realised that the command Alan had inputted was not only wrong, it was applying to each nanite individually rather than the swarm as a whole. So instead of one swarm of nanites making him twice as large, he had thousands upon thousands of them all trying to do the same thing. The next spurt almost knocked him off balance, and he held his hand out to steady himself, grabbing onto the nearest thing he could find. It turned out to be a skyscraper, and his fingers sunk into the top like it was made of putty, deep gouges forming in the brickwork as he leaned onto it.
Another spurt, stronger this time, and when he finished moaning loudly into the air he could map out the state he was in underneath him. He was a titan, a god playing in the sandbox of men, and just by standing there he could see the utter chaos he was causing. Cars all screaming away from him, an entire state’s worth of first response vehicles gathering around his feet. Ambulances, police cars, even tanks, they all crowded round him with the intent of stopping him, then realised there was absolutely nothing they could do. Well, that wasn’t exactly true: they could run, flee from their god, and many of them did.
The next growth spurt made him black out for a second due to the strength, many times stronger than the last, and when he stopped seeing stars in his vision he was looking at a map of the world spread out below him. Just a step forward and he felt the planet tremble, he could see the continents tipping as his weight came down on one end, his footprints great and terrible craters stamped into the earth’s crust. Somehow Alan was still on his shoulder, some kind of nanite constructed spacesuit keeping him alive, but he was lost in shoulder fur as Marcus ascended to godhood.
A blink, and the planet was but an orb in his hand. He could see the atmosphere like a heat haze, the tiny puffs of dust where his fingers rested on the surface. What seemed insignificant to him was cataclysmic to those on the other end, the world shaking from his touch. It felt like a jawbreaker, and slowly he closed his fist around it, feeling the resistance crack and shatter as he crushed it like a walnut in his hand, feeling the warm innards spill into his palm, then crushing it further until there was nothing but dense rock and heat, moulded by his hand.
Another blink, and the universe itself was visible. He could see the curve of time, he could feel it pull at his body in a way that was irresistible for mortals but merely optional for him. He was the face of this existence, the being that occupied reality, and others merely partook in what was his. This was his rightful place, as the master of everything, the deity of inconceivable power and might, stretching through the heavens.
Another blink and he was infinite. There is no real way to describe uncountable infinity: you can halve a number as many times as you want and there’s always something smaller. The distance from 1 to 0 is the same as the distance from 1 to infinity. Marcus was both, he was the space in between, the overarching truth of existence. And that truth was power. Raw, primal power, barely contained in a body that stretched the very limits of creation, that was the sum total of all existence and more. It was biceps that stretched universes themselves, that drowned the explosions of a thousand supernovas with just a fraction of their size and swell. It was in pecs that defied conception, twin realities of muscle shaped like the universe itself, the curvature of creation mirroring their swollen, divine perfection. It was in a back that was like a map, the crevices and gulleys showing the history of everything, the slabs of muscle working together like some divine clock, untouched by time but exquisitely perfect. It was in his thighs, so great that the energy of every living thing in every known reality combined was but a fraction of their contained strength, it was a single raindrop compared to the ocean of his power. He could do anything, because he was everything. He had fulfilled his destiny.
Now, he thought with a grin as nanites swirled around his universal palm, it was time to get to work.
*
“Movie night?” Marcus looked up to see Alan holding a bowl of popcorn seductively, grinning in his direction. Their house looked like it always had, as if nothing had changed.
“You know I literally made this planet right? Technically I made that bowl.”
“Well I heated it up.” Marcus chuckled at that one.
“Oh alright then. Let me slip into something more comfortable.”
Alan watched with glee as muscle swirled across Marcus’ body, bumping him up to a nice, thick 7 feet tall. He had to admit, since the whole incident and the discovery that his boyfriend was actually an omnipotent god, he was loving some of the side benefits. One of the best ones being that he could change his size at will, so that now the dalmatian was looking up a thickly muscled hunk of a german shepherd. The pair of them settled on the sofa, but this time it was Alan on top snuggling into Marcus’ body. Those pecs were like massive cushions, round and supple, and the dalmatian found them surprisingly comfortable.
“You know, I never asked - how exactly did you remake the universe?” Alan asked, snuggling in.
“Oh, you know how.” Marcus’ eyes glowed a pure, brilliant white, just for a fraction of a second. It was enough to send visions of power into Alan’s mind, visions of endless strength and omnipotence, of a degree of force beyond what he would ever be able to even conceive. The german shepherd noticed that Alan shivered a bit at the experience, his eyes widening.
“You know, you scare me a bit sometimes.” It was something that he hated to admit, but it was true. The first time he’d been told and shown just how godlike Marcus was he’d been shaken to the core, terrified in a way, and despite growing to accept it there were times when he was reminded just how big the gap between them was. The truth was that he was an ant next to Marcus, and he could be squashed like one just as easily. Not that Marcus ever would, but the thought was...unsettling.
“Don’t worry puppy, it’s all fine.” Marcus stroked one of the dalmatian's ears as he talked, fondling it between his fingers. “Besides, I could just as easily remake you if something did happen.”
“Could you give me a bigger cock?”
“We’ll see. Perhaps if you impress me in bed later, hm?”
Alan laughed at that, partially naturally and partially to hide the blush spreading across his face. “So what’s on tonight?”
In response Marcus clicked his fingers, and the TV turned on to show a rottweiler looking at himself in confusion as muscle sprang into life across his frame. The shot quickly panned out to show him bursting out of his house with an orgasmic roar, seemingly very much enjoying the experience. Marcus grinned.
“Whatever we want.”
Went quite far over the word count on this one, but it turned out reeeally well so it was worth it apparently ^^
From Dog to God
Marcus shook his head to try and keep himself awake. It was funny how lax you became when you were used to things, and he had to remind himself that this equipment was worth more than his house and everything he owned several times over. The german shepherd was small of build, but more than made up for it with a brain like a steel trap, methodical and precise. It was what had landed him in this job in the first place, working on state of the art tech using military grants. Money is money, as Alan liked to say - it didn’t really matter where it came from. At times he’d questioned the morality of his work, but in most cases they created the technology itself, not the weapon that might use it. A small step, but an important one.
That being said his latest project was not something he should be working with while tired. The cloud of grey mist in the tube in front of him seemed to shimmer in the light, moving in strange waves, programmed waves in fact. These were nanites, or rather they were prototype nanorobotic cells, to use the correct term. Very small machines that operated on the molecular level. Thus far they had only managed one actuator per nanite - even Marcus had to admit they were decades away from the kind of nanotech you saw in movies, building entire cities using sentient clouds, or whatever. This was very basic molecular manipulation, turning one atom of gold into two, etcetera.
He pulled the test tube out of the holder, tapping the glass with his finger as he moved it around in the light before carrying it towards the centrifuge.
“Heyyyyy Marky!”
Marcus jumped at the voice right behind him, and turned to see the massive body of Alan, a wide grin already plastered across his face. He sported the usual spotted black-and-white fur of a dalmatian, and was by far the biggest in the lab, 6’5 of hefty muscle barely contained by a lab coat.
“You gotta stop jumping up on me like that. I could have dropped these!” Marcus gestured with the nanites in his hand, trying and failing to hide the way he instinctively shied away from the attention, and in response Alan went behind him and draped his arms around the smaller dog’s body. It was a pose he often did, partially because it emphasised the size difference between them - unlike his boyfriend, Marcus was relatively unfit - and partially because he loved watching the german shepherd's face turn bright red at the sight of so much muscle around him. Marcus would be the first to admit that while he had fallen for Alan due to his unusual intelligence and affable personality, his body was definitely a big bonus. It was almost annoying how well Alan could play him like a fiddle, using his...very hot body to its fullest effect.
“Nahhh, hands of steel. Haven’t seen you drop anything in here since you started.” It was true, Marcus was diligent with his work. That, and the fact that each tube was half a million dollars of tech. He put the tube into the centrifuge, with the aim of separating out his newer strain, watching as the machine slowly spun up.
Alan watched it with curiosity. “How’s the new batch holding up? I heard you’ve been hard coding a bunch of amino acid sequences.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t even use the same chain for the whole batch, I have to do it individually for each nanite type. I’m gonna be here all night I swear.”
“Well, I might just have to drag you out of here then, hmm?” Alan ran a finger behind Marcus’ ear, tickling gently, grinning at how the german shepherd squirmed in embarrassment. He knew well just how awkward Marcus became in public, and it made teasing him all the easier for it.
“Can you two keep your hands off each other for 5 minutes?” The pair of them looked up to see the familiar figure of Robert waving at them from the far wall. The doberman had been the security guard at the lab for as long as Marcus could remember, and while he often had a slightly goofy grin on his face, that didn’t distract from the fact that he was massive. Thick muscle corded his brawny frame, covered in a thin dusting of brown and black fur, all topped off with a tight jacket that was almost splitting open at the chest. Marcus knew for a fact that his current attire was the largest that the lab had, and that in part due to his good-natured personality Robert had refused to kick up a fuss, instead preferring to stick it out for the time being. However this had the side effect of emphasising his already impressive size.
“You know I think he’s almost bigger than you now.” Marcus muttered, nudging Alan in the ribs. The pair of them went to the same gym, forming something of a friendly rivalry as they both lifted weights that made other gym-goers whimper just by looking at them.
“Mmhmm. I’m sure you know all about how big I am huh?” Alan flexed an arm and grinned as he said this.
“Well it’s not like you’re hiding them.”
“I wasn’t talking about my muscles.” Alan couldn’t help but laugh at the blush that spread across his boyfriend’s face, and on the far side of the lab Robert half-chuckled, half-sighed.
“If you two lovebirds are quite done, I’m going to have to remind you that you’re on the clock, so no funny business.” He tapped his watch a couple times to emphasise this, something he had done often in the past; he was arguably the most diligent worker there, and was not shy about reminding others of their work duties. “How about you save the showing off when you have some real competition. No offence Marcus.”
“None taken.”
Alan grinned and saluted the security guard, exaggerating the movement. “Sir yes sir.” he said with a wide grin, before he suddenly remembered the centrifuge. “I think your nanites are done by the way.”
Marcus had forgotten about them, and realised they had been going for too long. He stopped the centrifuge, grabbing the tube and checking the seal, and the moment he did there was a short beep and a cloud of nanites sprayed right into his face.
“Ack! Fucking…” he coughed a couple of times as they went up his nose, Alan laughing all the while nearby.
“Better hope those were unprogrammed, else I’m gonna have to shove a vacuum down your throat.” Alan chuckled as he walked off, leaving Marcus to sigh and close up the tube again.
“I hope so too.” He muttered to himself, before walking back to his station.
*
“So, are you going to develop superpowers?”
“For the last time, they were unprogrammed!” Marcus had found the joke funny the first time, but after the fourth it was starting to wear a bit thin. The drive home wasn’t that far, but he was unusually uncomfortable, shifting in his chair constantly as he drove. “Besides, that was just my test batch anyway, otherwise I’d be a few hundred grand out of pocket.”
“Statistically speaking you have a pretty high chance of some kind of effect. I mean it could be anything.”
“And if no instructions are programmed then they’re basically expensive metal filings.” Marcus had to admit he didn’t quite remember whether there was any active programming on them, but he certainly felt normal. Well, almost normal - the car was annoyingly hot, despite having the aircon pumped all the way up to maximum. He went to try and turn it up even further, and when he did the knob broke off in his hand.
“Look! You’re super strong already!” Marcus had to laugh at Alan’s enthusiasm. The big dog’s personality was so damn catchy it was impossible to be annoyed for long around him. In the past Marcus had always been shy and reserved, and even now he struggled in public, but Alan had done a lot to bring him out of his shell. It was just another reason he had fallen so hard for the dalmatian.
The drive back was uneventful, but Marcus noticed that when he got out the car it was more difficult than normal. He felt like he had to fold himself almost in half when normally he had no trouble exiting.
“Man, I’m starving.” Marcus said as he fumbled with the keys, eventually sliding them in and opening the door. Had he looked back he would have noticed the misshapen doorknob he left behind, unknowingly crushed in his hand. Instead he made his way to the kitchen and collapsed on a chair, leaning backwards and stretching. It felt good, better than normal, and he stretched as hard as he could, feeling bones pop and tendons strain.
“Fridge is all yours, I'm gonna go change.” Alan pulled his lab coat off, revealing a shirt that clung to his body and revealed all of that beefy musculature. He caught sight of Marcus licking his lips on the way upstairs, chuckling as he did so.
“What? I’m hungry, it’s normal!” Marcus mirrored the grin as he walked over to the fridge. He didn’t really care what he ate so long as it filled what felt like a gaping hole in his stomach. Leftover chicken, various vegetables, an entire carton of milk, all of it vanished into his gullet as fast as he could get his hands on it. With each thing that went down his throat, he became ever so subtly bigger. His chest puffed out, his arms thickened, his body flexed and grew just slightly taller. His shirt was slowly bulging as muscle filled up the available space, the seams starting to creak as they were forced apart. The effect was only compounded with each thing he ate, as if the raw materials were speeding up the process. An entire steak added a couple pounds of muscle to his biceps, a carton of eggs showed up around his thighs as new cords of strength - the list went on and on. Thing is it was so gradual that Marcus noticed none of it, he didn’t notice the way he had to hold things awkwardly as his hands grew, the way he kept shuffling the creaking chair back so he would fit at the table. He simply ate and grew, ate and grew, until his arms were bulging and the threads on his clothes were ripping apart. The effect was most noticeable around his chest, which was not only bulging outwards but also rounding out. He looked like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into his chest and was pumping away, only instead of air it was hard muscle blowing up inch by solid inch. He didn’t notice as each breath was deeper, heavier, supplanted by the twin boulders on his chest growing larger and larger.
“Hey, did you save some for….” Alan walked in, fully dressed with a towel around his head, and was greeted by the sight of Marcus sitting back in his chair. There was something...off about him - Alan couldn’t quite place it, but after staring intently for a few seconds he took his eyes off the german shepherd and noticed the fridge, or rather the lack of food in it.
“Yeah, sorry, dunno what came over me.” It was then that Marcus stood up, and Alan gasped. The difference was noticeable - where once the dog had been slightly dumpy and underweight, now there was muscle filling out his frame. He looked more athletic, like a swimmer, filling out his clothes nicely. Alan could literally see the curves of muscle on his frame, like someone had drawn them in. Only they were real, unbelievable but real.
“I uh… I think those nanites might have had an effect. A good one.” At Alan’s slightly shaky voice Marcus looked down to see his new toned body.
“Woah. You’re not kidding huh? No wonder I was so hungry, this kind of metabolic change is insane!” He grinned. “Well chances are this isn’t permanent, so I guess we enjoy it while we can.”
“Movie night?”
“Movie night.”
Alan grinned and made his way towards the sitting room. Normally movie night was on a friday, but considering the circumstances he was more than happy to spend the evening cuddling on the sofa. He was already lying there when Marcus came in and lay on top of him, immediately noticing their usual position wasn’t as comfortable as it should have been. He was typically small enough to sort of fit into Alan’s body, but now not so much. He tried to shuffle about a bit more, but stopped when he heard a rip near his neck and realised his collar had torn. His clothes were looking pretty strained already, and this awkward movement was not doing them any favours. He could see the way his pecs encroached upon his neck, bulging upwards and giving his upper body that classic built shape, the seams of his shirt snug around his frame. He’d never properly fit his clothes before, and he’d had them hanging off him so often that he’d forgotten what it felt like. After all, it wasn’t like he had a body to be proud of before, not like Alan. But now he felt the tight but pleasurable chafing against his skin, the tightness that despite being restrictive was somehow enjoyable. It was because he knew he looked good in what was fast becoming a muscle shirt, emphasising him in all the right places just by being tight around his muscles, allowing the definition to show through the fabric. It felt like a layer of cling film wrapped around him, contoured to his body but still just about allowing movement. Not that it was difficult to move - he could feel the resistance, but had more than enough strength to just ignore it and move normally. It was a turn-on to be honest, and he chuckled as he settled into a more neutral position. Now the pair of them lay together as equals, rather than one on top of the other. He even went so far as to lift his arm and flex a bicep next to Alan’s, noting how much the gap between them had closed, grinning at the sight.
“Looks like this little puppy isn’t so little anymore huh?” Alan nuzzled into the crook of Marcus’ neck as he said this, secretly happy that his boyfriend was satisfying some of his more carnal instincts. Not a day ago Marcus would have shied away from this contact in embarrassment, but now he instead pushed back, pulling Alan into an embrace than ended with an affectionate kiss in the crook of his neck. The dalmatian wouldn’t admit it, but seeing Marcus this buff turned him on like nothing ever had, and he’d seen plenty of big guys at the gym. It was the combination of a massive, muscular body and the slow loss of nervousness from his demeanour. He could see in the way that Marcus was more confident, more sure of his actions - the personality change was just as hot as the physical one. From beta to extremely hot alpha.
“Ah, man this is tight.” He made to take his shirt off, but to his surprise he couldn’t get it over his head. There was so much tension in the garment that he couldn’t even move it from his body. Then he looked at it properly, and realised why - he was even larger than before. Normally his shirt hung off him like an old jumper, but now there was solid bulk filling in all the spaces between, forcing the fabric outwards further than it was ever meant to go. Marcus stood up, intending to pull the shirt off, but as soon as he tried he heard ripping sounds. Just this action seemed to trigger another sort of growth, his spine cracking as it extended, and he stretched taller than he had ever been before. The growth was all over now, and his trousers looked like water balloons with the ridiculous amount of muscle packed into them. The thighs especially looked like there were tires packed into the muscle, so thick around the circumference that the fabric was about to split apart like the skin of an overripe fruit, overpowered by the flesh inside.
Alan didn’t say anything, not because he was at a loss for words, but more because he didn’t really want to break this spell, to disturb this magical moment. It was like one of his own dreams played out before him, and he watched it with the attentiveness of someone watching their favourite movie, committing every last detail to memory. He only wished he had some popcorn to munch on for dramatic effect.
The first to go were the sleeves of his shirt, tearing at the seams as his biceps pushed through them. It wasn’t an easy rip, in fact it was almost painful until the point of release, Marcus sighing with relief as the tightness vanished. The tears continued up to his shoulders, where twin cannonballs of muscle were slowly tearing the cheap cloth apart at the seams. His trousers were facing a similar fare as the hems rode up his ankles, his increasing height making them far too short in all but a moment, and his thickening calves and thighs were causing seams and buttons to rip apart now. The front of his shirt was looking like a thin layer of paint, so tight that Alan could make out each muscle underneath, and when it finally began to rip it started slowly, travelling from the bottom upwards, down the exact middle of the thing. Marcus took a deep breath, and flexed.
SCHRRIP
What looked like coloured confetti cascaded to the floor, and Marcus was left standing there, breathing heavily as if he’d just run a marathon, minus a shirt. His trousers were still hanging on, but they looked more like shorts now, and Marcus looked at them with a mixture of disdain and discomfort.
SCHRRIP
The trousers lasted no longer than the shirt did, Marcus pulling the denim apart like tissue paper, and Alan got a good look at a package that had not been slacking in the growth department either. Marcus just stood there, huffing and basking in the afterglow of the growth, his body still rippling as the tension slowly left his body.
Alan was astounded by the difference, not just in size but in definition: Marcus could easily be classified as built now, thick muscle caressing his frame in all the right places, building him into what was looking to be a beast. Another wave of growth rolled through his frame, more bones cracking as they expanded to make room for new muscle, and Alan realised as he stood up that for the first time his boyfriend was as tall as he was.
Now the dalmatian would never admit it, but he was just as into big, muscular guys as Marcus was. Half of his excuse for working out was to admire the eye-candy pumping weights around him, the other half being that he enjoyed being a hot, muscular stud. He enjoyed the attention, the raised eyebrows, the raw presence that Marcus had always shied away from. Before, Marcus’ body had never excited him in the slightest, his personality making up for it, but now? Now he was surreptitiously biting his lip as he looked at the hunk in front of him.
“W-wow, those things are something huh?” Marcus gave a tentative flex - he wasn’t used to this sort of reaction, and he had to admit it felt good. A rush of confidence filled his body, and he gave a more revealing flex, putting more effort into it. That flex triggered another growth spurt throughout his body, and this time he could actually feel it. It was like someone had injected fire into his blood and then inserted a few batteries in it, a wonderfully warm tingling that filled him from head to toe and forced his breath out in a pleasured huff. It also made him swell so high that his ears bumped into the ceiling and went through it, a shower of plaster dusting his capped shoulders, and his eyes went wide as he saw that not only was he breaking his house but he was also still growing. Alan was forced to move out of the way as Marcus moved to sit on the sofa, narrowly avoiding being crushed by a rear end that looked like twin globes of rock, perfectly round and unnaturally solid. The action of sitting down was simple to the german shepherd, but in reality his rock-hard ass hit the sofa like an anvil, causing it to instantly collapse and pitching him onto his backside in a cloud of dust. He didn’t even feel it through that monstrous ass, and as he got up he realised he was bigger than Alan, not just taller but much thicker too, and still getting bigger.
“Shit, it’s not stopping. Shit shit shit, what do we do?” Marcus looked at his boyfriend, who was entranced by the huge slabs of muscle adorning his boyfriend’s frame. “ALAN! Now is not the time!”
“Y-yeah, sorry. Uh….the lab! If it’s the nanites doing this then maybe we can reprogram them? Force a kill command in or something?”
“It’s worth a shot.” Marcus attempted to go through the living room door, but he was already proving to be too big for the majority of his house. Not only was he too tall, but he was too wide - his immense bulk made it simply impossible to fit through the door frame, although he tried for a few seconds, tucking his arms in and wedging his shoulders into the narrow opening. It was just not happening though, so after evaluating his options he sighed and shoved his way through. This was as destructive as he feared, his broad shoulders warping the frame into a buckled oval, then almost breaking it entirely as he forced his way through. The corridor was no better, and he winced as he felt his elbows digging into the walls, twin furrows appearing on either side as he forced his way forward. He was literally breaking everything now, his back grinding against the ceiling as he hunched over to fit, those massive arms making light work of the various ornaments and pictures around his house. One particularly spiky houseplant jabbed right into his backside, causing him to wince in discomfort and straighten up, and this time instead of just his ears going through the ceiling half his head punched through. He spat out a couple of chunks of wood that got into his jaw as a result of his muzzle punching through the upstairs floorboards, not even noticing the complete lack of splinters or any injuries whatsoever.
“Goddammit!” Marcus was stressing out now, and his priorities had changed from avoiding damaging his house to simply getting outside. He was well aware that each movement was costing him money, each second he felt himself grind harder against the walls, leave deeper holes in his floor and ceiling. The front door came up to the middle of his pecs, and he knew just by looking at it that he wouldn’t be anywhere near able to fit through. He tried anyway, crouching down and squeezing himself as tight as he could, but he only managed to fit one arm through. Alan appeared behind him, watching in amazement as the tank of a german shepherd tried in vain to find a way out without destroying the door, slowly coming to the realisation that there wasn’t one. In fact he’d grown so much during the time that he was now stuck, and the only way was forward. He couldn’t help but lean on the wall and take a good look at that admittedly impressive rear.
“You know, I never thought I’d use the word thicc to describe you, but -” Suddenly Alan cut himself off, his eyes widening. “Wait there, I gotta grab something!” He dashed upstairs as Marcus grunted and pushed through the doorway. He didn’t so much break the door frame as leave a big, comically body-shaped hole where it once was, pushing all the way through like it was nothing. It was much easier than it should have been, and even with the stress of repair bills on his mind he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in his breast. There it was again, that needling self-confidence, the one thing he had always been lacking: it seemed that being built like a house did the trick.
That pride didn’t even go away when he realised he was outside and stark naked. He knew he should cover up, but even he was infatuated by the body on display, the muscles so sharp they might as well have been carved out of marble, the sheer intimidating size of him. Perhaps that was why he didn’t squeal and hide as he would have before, but instead stood proud and tall, the shyness that had once plagued him already vanished. He was a spectacle, a masterpiece rather than an embarrassment, and he just knew that anyone who saw him would agree.
“Here!” Marcus turned to see Alan running out holding what looked like a pile of bedsheets. They turned out to be clothes, some of the biggest that he had ever seen, and Alan dumped them on the floor in front of him. He got dressed, noting how even on him they were baggy - though they weren’t going to stay that way for long, he imagined.
“Where did you even get these?”
“Eh, let’s just say I overestimated how big my cousin was on her birthday by about 10 Xs. Online ordering is never a good idea when you’re drunk.” Alan chuckled at the memory as he walked towards the car, Marcus right behind him.
Now being a respectable scientist Marcus was on a pretty good salary, meaning that his car was a large Range Rover, jet black and business-like. However, actually getting into it proved to be as difficult as Marcus feared it would be - at over 8 feet tall he was already far too big, and he had to fold himself almost in half just to get himself through the door. He also winced when he noticed the little grooves his fingers left in the metal where he’d grabbed onto it to steady himself - his strength was increasing just as rapidly as his size it seemed. Nevertheless he managed to somehow fold himself into the driver’s seat, and then he looked down and immediately realised that there was no way he was going to be able to drive. His feet were large enough to cover two pedals each, and he could barely fit into the driver’s seat.
“Guess I'm driving then.” Alan pushed Marcus out of the driver’s seat, settling into the plush leather. “You know, I’ve always wanted to drive your - “
“Will you get a move on!” Alan looked over to see Marcus curling his knees so that his legs wouldn’t punch through the dashboard, and decided that now was probably not the best time to be idling around. No matter how big, how thick...how strong….
“Ahem.” He shook his head to clear it. No matter how big Marcus got, he had to focus. He quickly turned the ignition and floored the accelerator, pulling away in a cloud of burning rubber and tire smoke. He drove as fast as he possibly could, obeying as many traffic laws as he could whilst breaking the ones that slowed him down, but even so this was evening rush hour and traffic was building up. Marcus could feel himself getting more and more stressed as time and time again they hit slow sections, and he was forced to sit in the car and watch his legs slowly fill the car up as they crawled forward. In one particularly nasty jam he looked to the side to see a small kid in the car across from him looking at him in shock. He couldn’t help but give a wry smile and a very small flex - his movement was restricted in the car, or rather it was restricted if he didn’t want to pop it open like a sardine can - and watch as the child’s eyes widened in awe.
As they hit yet another jam Marcus was approaching breaking point. Thus far they had been avoiding the motorways and sticking to smaller roads, Alan following a sat nav on his phone, but it didn’t seem to be working very well. They were in the middle of the town, stuck in two lanes of traffic that were both completely stopped.
“There must be a faster way there, else I’m gonna explode!” he said, and as if to emphasise his point the window on his side cracked from the pressure on the inside, the crevice shearing through the glass with a sound like a gunshot.
Judging by his size Alan was inclined to believe him, and at this point he was done with doing things the right way. There was nobody on the sidewalk next to them, and it would only be until they were past this jam. One quick little trip...
He went for the gear lever and felt something furry blocking his hand - it was the side of Marcus’ chest, slowly expanding into his side of the car. With his body scrunched up, instead of expanding upwards Marcus was expanding outwards, slowly entreating onto the driver’s side of the car. There was a distinct snap as his seatbelt gave up the fight to grip his body, marked by a quiet but noticeable moan from the german shepherd.
What Marcus hadn’t realised was how good it would feel. Every pulse of muscle came with a rush of endorphins, like a strange sort of orgasm that covered his whole body, starting at the crown of his skull and crackling down to the tips of his toes. He could have slowed down the growth by resisting, but deep down he simply didn’t want to. He loved the feeling of new muscle cords winding around his body like snakes, before embedding themselves into his bones with a rush of power. It was addictive, he realised with a start. He let his restraint slip again and bit his lip as that familiar wave of bliss washed over him again, his muscles creaking as pounds of mass were added and melded to them, as his body bulged with raw power that coursed through him like electricity. What would happen if he let go completely? What would he become? What would it feel like?
Alan realised he was in trouble when he tried to turn the wheel and realised there was a bicep blocking his movement. Only this wasn’t a normal bicep, this was a gigantic mass of solid muscle as thick as his chest, absolutely rock solid and utterly enormous. Alan stared at it for a while as it trembled, then spurted even larger, until he was fighting to stop it bending the steering wheel the wrong way. Even just touching it he could feel the power behind the limb, the weight. He tried to shuffle away from it so that he could turn the wheel, forcing his body into the corner of the car, but the moment he gave it more free space it instantly filled it, continuing to press on him like he was the only thing stopping it growing endlessly. He almost immediately regretted his movement because it left him in a much more uncomfortable position, and now not only was the gear lever completely engulfed by furry bulk, the steering wheel was well on the way to joining it, and completely inoperable now.
He tried to yank the steering wheel, to undo his seatbelt, to do anything at all that the growing muscle might have permitted, but it was all to no avail. With every breath he took there was increasingly less room in the car, and the space was being filled by solid muscle. It wasn’t in any way soft - this was like being pushed aside by a stack of furry bricks, and he was starting to panic a little bit as the seat underneath Marcus collapsed from the weight. He could hear little pings from the car morphing into expensive-sounding crunches as the suspension collapsed from the weight, and he watched as Marcus’s eyes rolled into his skull and he moaned his way even larger, his fists clenched as muscle sprang into existence all around his body, over and over again. He was getting bigger faster too, the rate was increasing with the size.
“It’s exponential.” Marcus muttered under his breath as he slowly pinned his boyfriend against the door. “Shiiiiiit, this is not gonna stop! Shhhhhhhhhaaaarrgh, why does it have to feel so good! This is bad!” His words were lost under a sea of muscle though, and Alan definitely wasn’t going to hear them with his ears squashed shut by a gargantuan bicep.
Despite his alarm and despite telling himself this, it was hard to think of this as bad when it felt like he was having every inch of his body sucked off at the same time, when he was glowing with power, revelling in it. Practically embedded into Marcus’ body, Alan got a good look at the shirt he had given to Marcus, or rather what was left of it - it was stretched so tight across his body that he swore he could make out the texture of his fur underneath it, spread evenly across a musculature that was out of this world. He breathed deeply as the growing bulk pressed him harder against the door, glad for once that he was not in the least bit claustrophobic. Alan caught a glimpse at Marcus’ face, noting how his eyes were screwed up in pleasure, his breath coming in needy gasps as he surrendered to the ecstasy wracking his power-laden form. It was worryingly clear that his boyfriend was no longer worried about anything around him, and that meant he was probably not even going to notice if he squashed his boyfriend flat. He decided right then that abandoning the car would be the best course of action, but found that he couldn’t. He was pinned so hard against the door that he couldn’t actually reach the handle. Marcus shifted, trying to reposition himself, but only succeeded in manoeuvring himself so that his pec was smooshing Alan into the door. The dalmatian found himself slowly being spread flat as he was pressed backwards with unstoppable force, until his arms and legs were splayed outwards by the curvature of the pectoral pushing against him. He couldn’t even move his body, he was pressed so hard, and the tension was only getting greater as Marcus shifted and flexed his body, as he grinned and rubbed up against the flimsy metal constraints.
CRNCH
The inside of the car popped outwards, like a tin can caught under a hydraulic press, the metal buckling as Marcus gave a particularly vigorous flex and bulged the inside of it outwards, chips of metal flying all around the inside of the car. Alan was immobilised, pinned by muscle, a prisoner as Marcus flexed harder, as he felt a ton of german shepherd muscle inexorably crush him flat. Another flex and the frame warped even further, the previously boxy structure looking more like a ball as it was forced to accommodate Marcus’ body whether it was able to or not. The stress placed on it was insane, so much torsion in the thing that you could literally see the striations of Marcus’ arms and pecs from the outside of the car, as if it were some sort of metal shirt. He gave off a beastly roar, the metal moulding to the contours of his impossibly defined body as he forced it further, and further, and further….
BANG
Finally the car could take no more. The doors flew off as if there had been an explosion inside, and the frame buckled as growing muscle filled the space where it had once been. The tempered steel was simply sheared away as Marcus gave his loudest groan yet, a grin twisting his face as he pulled a mind-blowing most muscular, ending up lying on the road like some kind of supermodel. The cars around them were peppered with bits and pieces, some of them even being forced backwards by car doors slamming into them with great force and shoving them backwards, tires squealing all the way. When all was said and done they were surrounded by a small area of broken machinery, and the drivers around them were in full panic mode. Alan flopped backwards, breathing deeply as he got used to the feeling of not being flat again, and he noticed that Marcus was titanic now. At almost 15 feet tall he was a giant, and when he stood up the dalmatian could see it was mostly muscle, thick slabs of it all over him, rippling with raw power even as he just lay there. Eventually Marcus got up, looking at the remains of the car with a grimace. His paws sank into the roadway as he did, several tons of muscular dog forcing the pads down into the concrete without him even trying. He looked like a furry tank, the world around him buckling under just his weight, let alone if he actually applied any of the immense strength coiled in that vast expanse of muscle.
“Looks like we’re running it then. Can you give me a lift? I think you’re the faster of us now.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Alan paused for a second. He knew exactly what this was, he could feel the shift in power happening before his very eyes, but truthfully he was enjoying it even more than Marcus was. Therefore he had a massive grin on his face when he answered.
“Beam me up Daddy.”
“Eh, close enough. I’ll allow it.” Marcus lifted his boyfriend up and placed him on the bulging muscle of his right shoulder. It was strange, but such a simple action really rammed home the difference in his body. Alan had always picked him up at home before, manhandled him around, and he’d always been too shy to really do anything about it. Besides, he liked it in a way. But now he was on the other side of that relationship, he was the one who could do anything, and it felt good. He couldn’t resist jostling Alan a bit as he settled him on his shoulder, making sure he knew just who was in charge here.
Initially he ran cautiously, aware of the stares he was getting. After all, who wouldn’t stare at a 15 foot tall german shepherd thudding down the street? But it didn’t take him long to realise that there wasn’t a damn thing they were going to do about him, so why should he care about what they thought? What was the point? He was a titan now, a massive muscular deity, and those looks were nothing but jealousy and envy, that they could not have what he possessed. Soon his cautious jog morphed into a full, flat out sprint, and he howled his pleasure at finally getting the chance to properly test his new body out. It was like his muscles had been screaming for release, and given the chance they were using it to the fullest. Faster and faster he ran, picking up speed even as he grew larger with each step, deep paw-shaped craters in the tarmac marking his path. He didn’t know the calculations, but instinctively he could feel himself building momentum, getting heavier, faster. Poor Alan was clinging to his shoulder for his life, watching the world blur around him and having nothing but the pumping muscle underneath him to hold on to. Marcus felt like some great, unstoppable train, blasting through the city, at full speed, shoving things out of his way. He didn’t even bother moving to dodge things anymore, he simply ran right through them like they weren’t there. There were only a few scraps of his shirt and trousers left, but by the time he’d run through a few trees there was nothing left at all. Cars, trees, even buildings, he ran through everything, like some ungodly wrecking ball leaving a straight path of destruction in his wake. The easiest were the trees, great oaks snapping like thin little twigs as he rammed into them shoulder first, not just breaking apart but exploding from the impact. Not too far ahead of those were the lighter constructions like bus stops, flimsy little scaffoldings filled with glass that shattered into a million pieces as he blasted through. In most cases he chose to run directly over cars, most of them simply stamped with a pawprint that not only depressed the roof down but mashed it almost a foot down into the concrete, but in the case of a bus he literally ran through it, bisecting the unfortunate vehicle and sending the twin halves spinning away. The most noticeable were the buildings, as he often ended up blasting through multiple office walls in a shower of paper, drywall and broken machinery. It was like a small tornado had passed through, most of them left with comically german-shepherd shaped holes all the way through. The most enjoyable though was the bank, because he went straight through the thick vault door in the middle. Now that one he felt, mostly because of the cast iron rods anchoring it in place, but also because of the very satisfying clang that it made when he completely ripped it from the bank. It actually folded around his body for a couple of seconds, two feet of iron and concrete simply bending like it was plastic, until it couldn’t take the stress of the pumping muscle underneath it and was shorn in two. Well, to say that any of these were tricky was a bit of a misnomer - they were the difference between 5lb and 6lb dumbbells to a bodybuilder, so small as to be insignificant. When you were this strong it all sort of faded into one general weak resistance, as if the world was politely asking if you would be so kind as to stop breaking things, whereas to others it hit them with a baton and ordered them to do so.
Finally they reached the lab. Stopping was tricky, but eventually Marcus dug his feet into the ground and skidded to a halt, the asphalt furrowing around his toes as they dug in to halt what was an apocalyptic amount of momentum and force. Alan dropped to the floor and almost fell over right there, breathing heavily.
“That was...damn.” He looked up at Marcus, really appreciating the power held in that body, the vast, torrential force held at bay by skin and shaped flesh. It was like looking at a contained explosion, a force so great you knew that it could destroy you in a second, and despite the knowledge that it was safe you still felt an uneasiness. Most creatures fear the loss of control, subconsciously anyway, and despite his enjoyment Alan was no exception.
Marcus burst into the lab like a wrecking ball, sending splinters of brick and metal everywhere. He wasn’t even bothering with doors anymore, just firing his body through the wall to save time. This damn near gave Robert a heart attack, the doberman falling onto his ass as he yelled in sudden terror at the monster bursting into the lab, reaching for his gun as soon as he got his wits about him.
“Robert! Rob don’t shoot, it’s me! It’s Marcus!” The monolithic german shepherd leant down to make his face clearer, and a flash of clarity shot across Robert’s face.
“Marcus? W-what the fuck happened?” You’re enormous!”
“I’m big, but not bulletproof. I think. Either way could you please put that down?” He gestured at the pistol that was trained on him, albeit shakily, and the security guard finally obliged and holstered the weapon. “We’re here because whatever this is, it’s not stopping. We gotta - MMMNGHH!” Marcus couldn’t even finish his sentence before another wave of growth hit him like a truck, his body swelling with power while he struggled to keep his composure. It didn’t help that his explosion of mass knocked Robert backwards, the doberman feeling the force of several tons of muscle pushing him effortlessly away.
“Haaah, okay okay okay. Let’s just calm down here. What do you need me to do?” Robert took a few deep breaths, acclimatised himself to the situation.
“Just lock the doors make sure nobody comes in.”
“You know, you probably should have asked that before putting a massive hole in the wall.” Robert would have chuckled if his heart wasn’t still pounding through his chest, and he got up from underneath Marcus and went towards the hole. His route gave him a good look at the german shepherd’s body, the way it twisted and flexed almost unconsciously in the light. The utter size of him, so thick and heavy but paradoxically light on his feet, constrained by the room rather than by his own hulking weight. It was almost impossible to believe such a thing was possible but there it was right in front of him.
Alan butted in. “Sorry to ask this Rob, but we’re gonna need your elevator key. We left ours back at the house”
“No. No way are we going to fit in that damn elevator. You can barely fit in the corridor, let alone a tiny metal box!” The way Marcus’s elbows were making holes in the walls affirmed this statement, and the security guard swore that the corridor was rounder than it had been before. He tried to be assertive, but his confidence melted away when faced with someone who wasn’t just bigger, but was in another league of size entirely.
“Either we try, or I'm going through the ceiling to get there. Your choice.” Marcus crossed his arms and looked at the guard with an imperious stare, his chest a cliff of muscle jutting from his chest.
10 seconds later both Alan and Robert were in the elevator watching as Marcus forced his way in. They were both not just pinned into the wall but pressed into it to the point of suffocation, the thick muscle of Marcus’ back not yielding an inch even as they pressed on it. If either of them were at the front they would have seen the dial indicating weight break, the needle whizzing in circles as it tried to measure Marcus before falling off completely. There were some worrying sounds, but eventually the box just about lowered them to the ground floor. Marcus didn’t even bother waiting for the doors to open, he instead barged out of the cramped container, immediately stretching his legs in the increased space and noting how his head was already very close to the ceiling. He turned around to look for the other two and they weren’t there - it was only from the sounds that he realised they were literally stuck to his back, impressed in the fur due to the pressure. Alan fell of himself once Marcus gave a little shake, but he was forced to peel Robert off like some kind of sticking plaster. The poor doberman groaned as he tried to shake the blood back into his limbs, but Marcus didn’t have time to check if he was ok.
“Alan, I need you to set up a programming chain to push a command to the test batch, the transmitters you need should all be under the directory 112B.” Marcus moved towards his machines but instantly realised that this would be trickier than he thought - his hands were great lumps of flesh by now, and while they had enough power to crush metal he no longer had the finesse needed to operate the controls. Hell, he couldn’t even type on a keyboard right now, he was just too big.
“The hell kind of organisation is this?” Alan scoffed from across the room. He too was still shaking the blood back into his hands, pausing his typing every few seconds to shake his arms about like some manic dancer. “You should really label all this stuff.”
“Alan! Focus! I can’t operate the controls, you’re going to have to do it for me.” Marcus grimaced as he bent a joystick too far, the thing snapping off in his hand. He’d already left finger-shaped marks in the keyboard when he’d pressed the keys, and he was aware of how expensive all of this stuff was - he was already panicking that his growth was going to bankrupt him.
“Give me a sec.” Alan typed away, and Marcus had to simply watch as the dalmatian seemed to shrink before his very eyes, as if he was being lifted into the air. He started to feel the familiar sensation of parts of the room touching his body, which meant he was already outgrowing this space, and panic began to set in. He winced as glass cracked behind him, his back already pressing against equipment.
“Hurry up!”
“I’m going as fast as I can! It’s not exactly easy!” Alan felt the familiar touch of muscled fur against his body, and turned to see his entire view filled by Marcus, the german shepherd quivering and moaning as he slowly expanded into the equipment around him. Robert was already pinned under a single massive leg, the thigh pressing him into a bank of computers that were starting to spark and fizzle as he crushed them, or rather he was used to crush them by Marcus.
“Alan come on! This place isn’t going to last!” Marcus made the mistake of trying to reach for a keyboard and immediately his elbow punched through the wall. There was a crunch underneath him as the floor caved slightly, his immense weight forcing the concrete to buckle underneath him, and he shifted around so that he could sit up properly. His head pushed against the roof and went through, his arms left bicep-shaped marks in the brick around him.
“Alright, I got it! I’m sending it now!” Alan finished typing and pressed enter with a flamboyant movement. The moment he did Marcus immediately knew that he’d messed it up, because instead of the expected brief surge of power as the command chain executed itself, there was a strange sort of tingling. Then his eyes rolled back into his skull as the growth doubled in strength, immediately forcing him to the capacity of the building. Robert yelled as he was forced into a wall, pure muscle simply pressing him backwards, and Alan echoed the sound as he was pressed into the ceiling by an errant bicep. He felt so utterly helpless against the tide of strength before him, his whole body tight with tension that Marcus wasn’t even trying to apply. That was what set him off the most, the fact that Marcus didn’t even need to be aware to make him completely helpless, to dominate him completely. To him it was not even an effort, it was just a side effect. Robert did not share his infatuation, although he was definitely enjoying the gun show. However he was not a fan of being pinned and held down. He was actually pinned into the elevator, muscle flattening the gap until what was once a metal box now looked more like a picture frame with the doberman as the unfortunate photograph. He was struggling as hard as he could, muscles bulging across his frame as he used every last ounce of strength to try and move Marcus, but he might as well have been trying to move a mountain; the strength disparity between them now was obscene, it was impossible to even measure. It was like a collision between a planet and a blade of grass, so vastly outmatched that it was hard to even consider it a collision in the first place. The lab had started off as multiple rooms and experiment chambers, two floors linked by an elevator, but Marcus was making that all into one very quickly. It was nothing but a box to him, and his growing bulk sheared through walls and doors, destroying anything in its way. 15 rooms became 12, then 6, then just one big one as muscle equalised everything, hollowed out the lab until it was but a shell.
“GRRAAAAAGH!” Marcus flexed, he fired every glorious muscle into overdrive, and the lab exploded around him. Chunks of metal and sparking wires flew everywhere, causing a panic as regular citizens scurried away from him. He felt….odd. In the back of his mind he knew he was as of this moment officially bankrupt, what with the destruction of close to 500 million worth of equipment and experiments on his record, but at the same time it seemed insignificant. Who was even going to challenge him for that? Who would challenge him for anything when he looked like a god? No, not looked like one, he was one. There was no doubt in his mind anymore, and he reached down into the rubble and plucked out Alan, placing him on his shoulder. Robert he left groaning surrounded by broken equipment, his body battered but alive. A necessary sacrifice for Marcus’ majesty.
Growth came exponentially now, each spurt twice as large as the last. Marcus realised that the command Alan had inputted was not only wrong, it was applying to each nanite individually rather than the swarm as a whole. So instead of one swarm of nanites making him twice as large, he had thousands upon thousands of them all trying to do the same thing. The next spurt almost knocked him off balance, and he held his hand out to steady himself, grabbing onto the nearest thing he could find. It turned out to be a skyscraper, and his fingers sunk into the top like it was made of putty, deep gouges forming in the brickwork as he leaned onto it.
Another spurt, stronger this time, and when he finished moaning loudly into the air he could map out the state he was in underneath him. He was a titan, a god playing in the sandbox of men, and just by standing there he could see the utter chaos he was causing. Cars all screaming away from him, an entire state’s worth of first response vehicles gathering around his feet. Ambulances, police cars, even tanks, they all crowded round him with the intent of stopping him, then realised there was absolutely nothing they could do. Well, that wasn’t exactly true: they could run, flee from their god, and many of them did.
The next growth spurt made him black out for a second due to the strength, many times stronger than the last, and when he stopped seeing stars in his vision he was looking at a map of the world spread out below him. Just a step forward and he felt the planet tremble, he could see the continents tipping as his weight came down on one end, his footprints great and terrible craters stamped into the earth’s crust. Somehow Alan was still on his shoulder, some kind of nanite constructed spacesuit keeping him alive, but he was lost in shoulder fur as Marcus ascended to godhood.
A blink, and the planet was but an orb in his hand. He could see the atmosphere like a heat haze, the tiny puffs of dust where his fingers rested on the surface. What seemed insignificant to him was cataclysmic to those on the other end, the world shaking from his touch. It felt like a jawbreaker, and slowly he closed his fist around it, feeling the resistance crack and shatter as he crushed it like a walnut in his hand, feeling the warm innards spill into his palm, then crushing it further until there was nothing but dense rock and heat, moulded by his hand.
Another blink, and the universe itself was visible. He could see the curve of time, he could feel it pull at his body in a way that was irresistible for mortals but merely optional for him. He was the face of this existence, the being that occupied reality, and others merely partook in what was his. This was his rightful place, as the master of everything, the deity of inconceivable power and might, stretching through the heavens.
Another blink and he was infinite. There is no real way to describe uncountable infinity: you can halve a number as many times as you want and there’s always something smaller. The distance from 1 to 0 is the same as the distance from 1 to infinity. Marcus was both, he was the space in between, the overarching truth of existence. And that truth was power. Raw, primal power, barely contained in a body that stretched the very limits of creation, that was the sum total of all existence and more. It was biceps that stretched universes themselves, that drowned the explosions of a thousand supernovas with just a fraction of their size and swell. It was in pecs that defied conception, twin realities of muscle shaped like the universe itself, the curvature of creation mirroring their swollen, divine perfection. It was in a back that was like a map, the crevices and gulleys showing the history of everything, the slabs of muscle working together like some divine clock, untouched by time but exquisitely perfect. It was in his thighs, so great that the energy of every living thing in every known reality combined was but a fraction of their contained strength, it was a single raindrop compared to the ocean of his power. He could do anything, because he was everything. He had fulfilled his destiny.
Now, he thought with a grin as nanites swirled around his universal palm, it was time to get to work.
*
“Movie night?” Marcus looked up to see Alan holding a bowl of popcorn seductively, grinning in his direction. Their house looked like it always had, as if nothing had changed.
“You know I literally made this planet right? Technically I made that bowl.”
“Well I heated it up.” Marcus chuckled at that one.
“Oh alright then. Let me slip into something more comfortable.”
Alan watched with glee as muscle swirled across Marcus’ body, bumping him up to a nice, thick 7 feet tall. He had to admit, since the whole incident and the discovery that his boyfriend was actually an omnipotent god, he was loving some of the side benefits. One of the best ones being that he could change his size at will, so that now the dalmatian was looking up a thickly muscled hunk of a german shepherd. The pair of them settled on the sofa, but this time it was Alan on top snuggling into Marcus’ body. Those pecs were like massive cushions, round and supple, and the dalmatian found them surprisingly comfortable.
“You know, I never asked - how exactly did you remake the universe?” Alan asked, snuggling in.
“Oh, you know how.” Marcus’ eyes glowed a pure, brilliant white, just for a fraction of a second. It was enough to send visions of power into Alan’s mind, visions of endless strength and omnipotence, of a degree of force beyond what he would ever be able to even conceive. The german shepherd noticed that Alan shivered a bit at the experience, his eyes widening.
“You know, you scare me a bit sometimes.” It was something that he hated to admit, but it was true. The first time he’d been told and shown just how godlike Marcus was he’d been shaken to the core, terrified in a way, and despite growing to accept it there were times when he was reminded just how big the gap between them was. The truth was that he was an ant next to Marcus, and he could be squashed like one just as easily. Not that Marcus ever would, but the thought was...unsettling.
“Don’t worry puppy, it’s all fine.” Marcus stroked one of the dalmatian's ears as he talked, fondling it between his fingers. “Besides, I could just as easily remake you if something did happen.”
“Could you give me a bigger cock?”
“We’ll see. Perhaps if you impress me in bed later, hm?”
Alan laughed at that, partially naturally and partially to hide the blush spreading across his face. “So what’s on tonight?”
In response Marcus clicked his fingers, and the TV turned on to show a rottweiler looking at himself in confusion as muscle sprang into life across his frame. The shot quickly panned out to show him bursting out of his house with an orgasmic roar, seemingly very much enjoying the experience. Marcus grinned.
“Whatever we want.”
Category Story / Muscle
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Male
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Very nice! I only wish the dynamics between a mortal/immortal couple were fleshed out more at the end. I always loved the idea of a god and a mortal together like that, and the story possibilities. Good work :3
There may or may not be a sequel, considering this is almost double the length it was supposed to be I didn't want to push my luck ^^
A possible sequel? Awesome.
Also the added length to this one was appreciated of course! xD
Also the added length to this one was appreciated of course! xD
Ha ha, well, as it happens, yes, a sequel is not out of the question! Of course, financial situation depending, naturally, but if I am able to, you had better believe I would commission you again in a heartbeat after the stellar work you've done!
Okay. This story was amazing, I loved it all!!! Mostly the way Marcus was continuously interrupted while taliking by the pleasure of his growth spurts!!! A really good job!
I'm sure he's got the best intentions.
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