Your place was fairly large, way bigger than any college-aged student ought to have, a hallmark of your ‘privilege’ as some humanities students loved to chirp on about. Your dad was a property titan, and this place was a drop in the bucket for him. You saunter down the hall. At your biggest, at 900 pounds it had started to get a little difficult to traverse so your dad had all the halls and rooms widened for you, a huge reno project that would’ve taken months collapsed into a span of a few days thanks to ‘Daddy Kuznetsov’s big bucks. Now, the halls felt so vast compared to your shrunken physique.
The living room was empty, two oversized couches with reinforced supports, a coffee table (also heavily reinforced), a tv with every conceivable game console, a sound system and uncharacteristically, a grand piano, were there. You were quite the prodigy at tickling the ivories as it were. You hadn’t done a show in a while, but you were looking forward to play with the college’s orchestra again once school started. Just another thing UCB’s ‘wonderwolf’ could do.
You place your gym bag down and make your way to the downstairs washroom. It had also been enhanced, thanks to your dad’s handiwork. And while the huge, oversized toilet was necessary, you knew it kind of tanked the resell value of the place. You take a whiz and sigh as the trickle splashes into the bowl. It always did manage to make you feel a little manlier with how loud your tinkles were. And heck, you were pretty damn gifted down there if you did say so. Soft, you were in the double digits and when your crank really got going, your shaft was as thick as a can of Pringles and 16” long, enough to make most boys howl when they took you.
Ugh, you’re starting to get a little hard. You shudder and take a specialized device that your dad had installed. It looked like a huge fleshlight, but its purpose was anything but. You slowly insert your length into it and press the button. You yelp in shock as you feel ice-cold surround your penis. That was enough to get you flaccid. You pull out, your length now flopping down uselessly. It was a pain, but, sometimes in this house it was needed, you boys couldn’t just go to class with giant hard-ons!
You zip up and make your way to the kitchen and were finally greeted by one of your housemates. Sitting on a (once again heavily reinforced) stool at the breakfast bar island was a gigantically muscled German shepherd.
Jesse Talbot, where to start… The kid was two years younger than you and yet he was monstrously big. Like you, he’d done a lot of growing. When you met him last year, it was through a great crisis in which he was turned into a ravaging behemoth by a crime lord. Afterwards, he was shrunk down, but boy was the doggy as hung as they come. He shot up easily in size, soon a hunky 300 pounds of brawn at the start of the last school year, and 400 pounds of sculpted beef by January of this year. He grew even more, around 450 pounds by spring break and that’s when things changed. He had met his current boyfriend, and suddenly Jesse was on the ‘bloatmaxx’ train that you had been on at the time. He stuffed himself and lifted as heavy as he could to get as big as possible.
And that’s what the beast of a dog was doing right now. Over the months of overfeeding and lifting like a monster, the GSD had managed to pack on some insane size, weighing in at just over 675 pounds of blimped out beef. You could hear the soft whine escaping his mouth as he stuffed another whole chicken in there, his strong jaw shredding the meat and bones as he rubbed his bloated abgut with his free hand. You knew he was overdoing it, but the dog just wouldn’t listen to you, Ty or even Andy and Tristan, Andy’s water deer boyfriend.
And you had a sneaking suspicion why… Jesse burped lowly, beating at his chest to get the food down. “Heya, Georgie,” Jessed boomed, his voice having dropped several octaves since you’ve gotten to know him. You had to admit, with his deeper voice, it was incredibly sexy. You give the big dog a wave before you see the newest member of the house stroll in.
Simon Finestein, a lizard and a big one. He was the smallest guy in the house, packing on a huge 350 pounds of muscle on his comparatively svelte frame. He had the build of classic bodybuilder, much like you did right now. Not even 20 yet, and he was a champion teen bodybuilder. You know that he would be competing against you at the upcoming competition, and boy, he might be smaller than you, but he had you sweating bullets. His routines were some of the best you’ve ever seen. Rumour has it that he was gigantic and actually requested to be shrunk to his smaller stature. That was hard to believe. But from the way the lizard eyed his big dog of a boyfriend so lustily, you could understand it.
“Hi, baby,” Jesse cooed deeply, wrapping his colossal, strong-fat arms around his lover. The giddy look on Simon’s face told all, he was loving being surrounded by all that mass, all that power. He looked so content, and Jesse could see it plain as day. It tore at you a little. You weren’t gonna lie, Jesse looked a lot better to you when he was a ripped hunk. But you weren’t going to be so superficial with him. And you just knew all that extra heft he was throwing around these days took a toll on him. He often skipped cardio and the dog got very winded very easily during the house’s group org- erm, ‘activities.’
“Hiya, stud,” Simon replied lightly, his bifurcated tongue flicking out with delight as Jesse squeezed him to his huge, soft pectorals. The lizard looks up, his headspikes styled to look like a mohawk. “Heya, George,” he said shyly. Being the new guy, Simon desperately wanted to be liked by you and the gang. And in truth, you really did. He was very sweet and honestly, the least rambunctious of all of you. He never caused trouble. He often looked up to you, a twinkle in his eyes. You were like a big brother to him. Though, you’ve heard his own older brother was a demon in the sheets.
“Hey, squirt,” you reply, smiling at him gently, causing him to blush. Yeah, Simon was a nice guy, even if he did cause you some anxiety at how good at your sport he was. You ruffle his head scales and take a seat beside Jesse, hard as it was with the dog’s sheer bulk, his muscular, but fat ass straining his jogging pants to the max. Though, that also may be due to the dog’s insane endowment. Soft, you could see Jesse’s cockhead travel down all the way his left pantleg to almost the knee.
“So what are you two lovebirds up to, today?” you ask as you take a swig of protein from Jesse’s cup.
“Well, Jesse was going to show me around campus,” Simon replied lightly. Ah, yes, not only was he new in the house, but he was also new in town. The lizard was here on UCB’s newest sports scholarship for bodybuilding, under supervision by none other than one Dr. Timothy Gordon Fessenden. That fact made you frown every time it was brought up. You loved being around Simon, the loveable lizard was dorky, awkward at times but very affectionate to his friends. But he was just one more reminder that that fucking rat had his hands on everything in your life… The rat had shrunken you multiple times, never letting you keep any size, even the hard earned ones. Your ex-boyfriend, ‘Roger Lincoln’, turned out to be Timothy’s husband in disguise. Your friend, Andy, was now Tim’s stepbrother, and the rat’s favouritism really showed through with him, he’d grown so rapidly and so immense. Jesse, love him as you did, worked in Tim’s lab as an undergrad research assistant. Your older brothers, Colin and Jared, Tim was Colin’s PI and Jared was good friends with the rat… you just… you just couldn’t escape this guy!
“You should come, George!” Jesse says excitedly. The dog stands and you can’t help but notice the slight jiggle and softness to his stomach, his t-shirt unable to hide all that extra bulk. You shake your head.
“Sorry, buddy, I’m planning on doing a half-day at Luzera, get some last-minute work done before the guys throw me a little going-away-for-school party,” you chuckle. Of course, it was your co-worker’s Kaz’s idea, the shiba inu always wanting to shower you with affection as his favourite ‘office werewolf.’
The two of them just shrug and Jesse pulls his boyfriend out the door. “Seeya later then, George!” They wave and suddenly, you’re alone once more.
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