“Five, six…” you grunt, beads of sweat rolling down your chest, pooling into the crevice between your thickly built pecs, perspiration dripping down your silver dollar sized nipples as they drop onto your prizeworthy abs. You press the bar up again, your form starting to get a little shaky. You hear the growl of your workout partner and you know he won’t take that pussy-ass weak shit. You power through the rest of your set. 3x12 at half a ton, not bad for a bench, though nowhere close to your best.
You huff and puff as a pair of white-furred paws grasp at the bar and help you re-rack the bar. Looking up, you see the pumped-up physique of your workout partner, cousin and soon-to-be stepbrother, Colin McInnis. The tri-coloured collie was a monster in the gym. He was up to 450 pounds these days and the brown strip of fur that ran down his serrati and obliques made him look like one of the widest dudes in the Caucasus Gym proportionally. The black and white fur really made his arms pop, giving him an edge in the physique department. Not to mention, he was so damn shredded, sometimes it looked like he had an 8-pack, other times an impossible 10.
“Good job, Georgie,” the bigger man whoops. Colin was always so supportive of you. “Damn, that’s 2 more reps on each set from last week. Your strength gains are insane, little bro.” You sit up and stare into the mirrors that surrounded the private workout area. He was right by that.
Yuri ‘George’ Kuznetsov. You were a rising prodigy in the bodybuilding world, a grey wolf and the younger brother of multi-time Mr. Cosmos, Jared Kuznetsov, a snow-white wolf with one of the best physiques and size to ever grace the stage at 615 pounds at his prime. At one point, your grey wolf body was even bigger, 660 pounds of competition-ready beef. You would’ve wiped the floor if only you had competed. But at that time, a new, yet old, threat entered the bodybuilding scene, Steve Collins, a musclefreak of a ferret and Jared’s greatest rival. He had blown up to match Jared pound for pound, maybe even slightly heavier, but his physique had blown your brother’s out of the water, his freakishly wide upper body and even tighter waist and grotesquely muscular thighs – his was the best physique you had ever seen.
You had learned what his training was like. Apparently, he had followed a training regimen not unlike your big boyfriend, Ty’s – for months, Steve had eaten big to grow big. You had toyed with ‘bloatmaxxing’ before, but at that time, you decided that to match the ferret, your grey wolf ass would have to really grow. You started binging and growing like crazy that winter season, bloating all the way up to 900 pounds of freakish, bear-like mass. You were freakin’ huge, so muscular, so damn strong! There were times where you’d rage in the gym, spraying cum all over the place. It was scary and awesome at the same time. But you hated what it did to your physique, made you look more like a marshmallow rather than a bodybuilder or even a strongman. Then, disaster hit, and you were shrunken down after a night of ‘too much growing fun’. Ty, the lovable pitbull and amazing boyfriend that he was, said it wasn’t too bad.
Easy for him to say, he was still over 600 pounds of strongman mass, his pecs jutted out at least a foot off his ribcage. He and your other housemates all got to stay huge, and that asshole, Dr. Timothy Fessenden had shrunk you all the way down to a measly 400 pounds. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes a little as you looked at yourself in the mirrors. Why did he always seem to pick on you? What did you ever do to him?! His husband, Walter Graves, a stunningly hot and muscled border collie, had once been sent on a mission to target YOU, not the other way around. It was like the hulking rat ‘brofessor’ held an irredeemable vendetta against you because you and Walter had swapped spit and ‘I love you’s’ under his pretense as a fellow bodybuilder.
You had managed to gain some of it back, you were up to 410 pounds with just a few days before the new school year would be starting. You brought your big arms for a massive flex, your pelt paper thin against your big muscles. This time around, there was no time to dawdle, no ‘bloatmaxxing’, no bulk-and-cut, you were clean-bulking to look as good as possible while still growing. You had a competition in less than a month and it was your ticket to a coveted pro-card. Colin and your brother, Jared, both believed you had potential for Mr. Cosmos the next year, but your schedule would be tight. You had a lot of growing to do, and you needed to qualify and compete to rack up some wins to be a true contender.
“Damn, you look good, George,” Colin coos standing next to you. He brings his arms up to copy your pose. He wasn’t quite as good at making his muscles pop, but his stunning fur pattern shored up his weakness in technique. It was clear he was the more impressive specimen, even if he didn’t know it. The huge collie brings his arms down to wrap around you, his hot breath beating on your neck.
It was an open secret. Something that everyone sort of knew, but never would confirm publicly – the Kuznetsovs partook in some particularly forbidden fruit, mainly… each other. You spin around and your lips brush against his. You feel his big prick brush against your tight abs, and his yours. It took his breath away. Colin was new to the whole ‘love thy brother’ thing. And you could tell that this was more than just sex to him, it sure was for you. He was your long-lost cousin, and the joy of finding him… you couldn’t keep that to yourself. Neither could Jared, the nights with huge white wolf were particularly lusty between him and Colin.
Colin pushes you against the mirror, his hot pupmaker entering you and you moan as his copious amounts of pre slicks up your tailhole. The dog was a fantastic fuck and an insatiable top. Though, he could stir things up and beg for your bone like a good boy at the drop of a pin sometimes. It was a new ritual between you and him, you’d both beast out in your personal sanctuary at the Caucasus Gym, thanks in part to being on particularly good terms with the owner, and then go for a round of hot sex afterwards to ‘cool down’.
And the dog makes sure you feel it, the two of you panting, knowing this was one of the hottest things in the world. There was a connection between you, deeper than just step-brothers, deeper than just cousins. Colin was your lover and you his, just as you were with Jared… and you had an inkling your soon-to-be stepdad, Uncle Frank, and your father, Mike Kuznetsov, would be soon enough too…
Even after sex, you and Colin would kiss passionately in your private shower. And while you changed, he’d eye you playfully.
“So, we’re going to the opera next week?” Colin asks.
“Yeah, got the tickets,” you chirp back as you pull on a tight-fitting dress shirt that played with your muscled curves. Neither of your boyfriends were much into ‘cultural shiet,’ as Ty would put it. So you’d sometimes take the collie out on dates, hand holding and all. Colin thought it was a bit weird, but you’d get him accustomed to the ‘Kuznetsov way’ eventually.
As you walk out into the parking lot, you sigh as you notice the amount of cars there. You and Colin loved to workout early in the morning, that way there were always spots. Now, even though it was barely 10 in the morning, the place was already packed. The Caucasus Gym was the ‘it’ place to be in town if you wanted to get huge. And you can’t help but wonder if your brother and his best friend, Steve Collins didn’t have something to do with the surge in ‘Mr. Cosmosexuals,’ the new ‘it’ look for men. But judging from the retrofit of so many of these vehicles, you wonder just how many guys have been upsizing to the 300+ pound range? It had seemed to get more popular at school and at your summer work-placement at a security software company called Luzera. Guys just seemed to be getting bigger.
You say your goodbyes, kissing Colin on the cheek. The collie was off to his office on campus, you back to your place. As you pull up in the driveway, you sigh as the garage opens, a tight squeeze between the other vehicles there. There was of course Ty’s big beast of a truck, fuel economy and the planet’s greenhouse emissions be damned. There was a big sports car belonging to Andy, a huge roo, and one of your best friends. Parked by the curb was Jesse’s, a big, cute German shepherd dog, car, a hand-me-down from that damned rat, the ‘brofessor’, you hated so much.
You sighed, taking a step out of your car and opening the door as the garage closed.
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