You hated the outdoors.
Not only did you have to contest with Alaska’s freezing temperatures and natural hazards, you had to go through constant abuse due to your size. Being a runt doesn’t gain you much respect as a sled dog, it seems. You were trying to pull a sled at this very moment, in fact, but you were just too weak to keep up. For some reason, you were feeling terrible sick today. “Please, Jasper! Get moving!” The coachman driving the wagon begged in exasperation. “Don’t give up on me now, girl!” You tried as hard as you could, but you were just feeling too sick to keep pulling. You turn to him, a sad look on your face. “Damn…”
The resident dog trainer notices the sled had stopped, and runs over. “What’s wrong?” He asks the coachman. “We have to move this cargo!”
“Jasper’s not feeling herself today,” the driver explains, somberly. “Bring her to the doghouse. Get another dog to replace her. We can’t be late.”
“Damn it. Get over here,” the trainer grumbled, unlatching your harness and grabbing you harshly. “Useless fuckin’ mutt...” You whimpered as the houndmaster dragged you roughly by the neck towards the doghouse. You were always obedient as can be. You didn’t know why he always had to be so cruel.
You hated the great outdoors, but you hated the ‘doghouse’ even more. The enclosure was just one big room, locked from the outside, filled with huskies of all sorts, left to do as they please with one another. You were the runt of the ‘pack’, and thus, you were mocked and bullied relentlessly by the other dogs for your weakness. They only left tiny leftovers for you to eat, meaning you were constantly hungry, and all the male canines felt free to mount you whenever they wished, knowing you were too weak to fight back. By most everyone you knew, you were treated cruelly, and most assumed such a weak dog wouldn’t survive long in the harsh Alaskan tundra. You limped over to a corner of the big cell, trying to ignore the mockery of the other canines, and curled up, shivering at the awful feeling emanating from inside your body.
It felt like your muscles were getting too big for your skin, if that made any sense. As if you were being stretched to your very limits somehow. The other huskies were completely ignoring you now, wrestling and playing amongst themselves, not even noticing as you began to grow in height by an inch, and then another, and then another. It wasn’t until half an hour had passed, and you had grown an entire foot, that one of the other dogs began to notice. He began to bark at you, calling the attention of the others. You were already a little taller than even the largest of the other canines, and your growth had no end in sight. Soon, all of the dogs were barking at you as you grew exponentially faster, and you whimpered as you covered your sensitive ears. The process of growing this large was incredibly uncomfortable, and your belly, already empty, becoming even moreso as it increased in size. The hunger and discomfort gnawed at you, and even though it was a miracle, you could only lay there whimpering, hoping that it would be over soon.
Eventually, of course, the growth does seem to be staunched somewhat. You sit up on your haunches, composing yourself… only to realize that you were now 5 feet tall, from your paws to your withers, over three times you original size! You were bigger than some humans, even; the other dogs, who used to be so much larger than you, were now cowering in fear beneath you as you towered over them. As you looked into the faces of your tormentors, a smile came to your face. You didn’t know why you were so big now, but you were sure that none of the other dogs would bother you ever again! Still, you had other problems to deal with. Your stomach gurgles loudly, announcing your hunger to every dog in the cell. You were starving. You walked forward through the crowd, the scared canines parting like the red sea around you, as you walked over to the barrels of dog food on the other side of the room. You dipped your tongue inside one of them, rolling a big ball of delicious food down your throat. The other dogs could only sit there and watched as you ravenously devoured all their precious food.
That is, until you reached the alpha’s food. The alpha was a huge narcissist, and when he saw the former runt eating up his food supply, his ego trumped his common sense. He immediately stood up, snarling and barking as he approached you. You turned to him, looking down at the much smaller husky, amused… up until the point he leaned down and bit your paw. You yelp in pain as the bite draws a bit of blood! You were so big it wasn’t a serious injury, but it still hurt like hell. Filled with pain and rage, you looked down at the alpha, who was still barking at you in indignation. You remembered, in that moment, that this was the same alpha that would encourage all the other dogs to beat you when you’re down. The same alpha that would eat all your food right in front of you. The same alpha that would mount you whenever you were in hit, no matter how much you tried to get away.
When you thought of how much the canine had done to hurt you, your teeth twisted up into a snarl, and you growled at him with rage. Realizing his mistake, his ears drooped, and he began to back away… but it was too late. The other dogs could only watch in terror as you grabbed the alpha up in your maw, taking him inbetween your jaws. His paws remained free as his furry body rested on your tongue, and he wriggled and scratched at your futilely as you played with him. You were originally planning on biting down, but as his snout was pressed against the entrance of your throat, you were struck with a more devious idea. You tilted your head back, pulling him up into the air, and let gravity, along with a few gulps, drag the struggling husky downwards into the abyss. You were amused by the look of terror on the other dog’s faces as they saw the whole, squirming bulge in your throat disappear into your belly. You enjoyed feeling your long-time bully wriggle desperately in your harsh gut, as it churns at him, but your hunger still wasn’t satisfied. You needed... more.
For the next hour, you gulped down every dog that had wronged you, one by one, dooming them to the harsh confines of your belly. Each dog you digested made you grow a little bit larger, which only made you hungrier. Eventually, you had gulped down 90% of the doghouse’s population. You were about 10 feet tall at this point, and you had to lay down so your head doesn’t smack against the ceiling. Every one of the canines who had bullied you was no either digested, or wriggling around in your huge, round belly. You burp in contentment, rubbing your forepaws over your stomach, feeling every single movement of the half dozen wriggling dogs within. After the hunger that has plagued for your entire life, it was good to finally feel so full.
The surviving dogs were barking constantly, trying to get one of their masters to come rescue them. Eventually, the dog trainer emerged into the basement, grumbling in frustration. “Shut up down here! You hear me? Shut up!” He yelled at the dogs as he stepped inside, brandishing his cane… until he laid eyes on you, the massive canine lying on the other side of the room. You smiled deviously at him, showing off your huge gut, showing you what had become of most of his hounds. He backed away in fear as you loomed over him, threatening you with his cane. “Hey! Stay back! Back, you stupid mutt, back!” He moved towards the door, but before he could escape, you pinned him against the ground with your huge paw. He looked up at you in terror as you loomed over him, and you send a big lick across the front of his body, covering him in saliva and giving him a good view down your cavernous throat. “N-no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to call you a mutt! D-don’t eat me!” He tasted delicious… but you wondered if it was really a good idea to eat a human. Maybe if you kept him alive, you could get him to do whatever you wanted...
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