Moo-scle Madness: Rough Draft Part 3

“That right there is a full six months of heavy bulking,” huffed Brent, finishing off a gallon jug of heavy cream, and tossing it onto the basement floor. As it landed, it collected a lot with the other empty containers that had been left untouched, except for when Sea would finally go down and throw them all away.

“Who knew going so hard on this stuff would bring these kinds of results.”

“Who? I did,” answered the labrador, coming down the stairs. “Geez,” he nearly short circuited at the sight of how many jugs had collected since he cleared this place out a couple days ago. “How much longer are you gonna go with it? Isn’t your cut phase supposed to be starting soon?”

Brent hearing that mix of concerned intrigue only elated the overgrown rottie. He waddled himself around, having that simple tank top now fully stretched across his expansive chest line, while the bottom of it got wrapped and pulled under the sides of their demanding heft. Those juicy pectorals had inflated heavier, bunching against one another as they shoved at his chin line effortlessly. Each one capped by a bloated nipple the size of a doorknob. That red tat on his right shoulder had begun to stretch the boundaries of its proper placement but it still held its shape true.

“Uuuh… good question but I think I’m gonna go a bit more cause look at this beast,”he smacked at his huge middle. Those chiseled abs had vanished from view, all except the faint showing of a pair right below those heavy chest mounds as they were softer to accentuate the dominance of the canine's fully formed belly. It rounded out mightly with its weight, spanning on either side, while gaining a set of abundant love handles which sat on either side. As he reached for one portion of his belly as it started to grow a thick layer of softness below his darkened navel, it pushed up, creating a crease of fat which ran along towards one of his blubber flanks.

“More,” barked back Sea. “Are you sure? You seem to be losing the thing you pride yourself the most on. I know you said you can shred anything but don’t you think this is getting excessive?”

“Excessive,” questioned Brent, jostling at his belly. The more he did, that word stuck within his mind, and a cheesy grin worked along his muzzle. “Why shouldn’t I indulge though? I mean, I’ve never been so huge and I can still feel all my power and strength within all this.”

He spanned out his strongman arms, each one of them much like his chest and legs had lost majority of their definition but was replaced by heaps of plus-sized rottie flesh. He retained all of the major muscle groups, sending them into overdrive on growth, making it a bit difficult for him to fully maneuver them but that had only become an aphrodite for the hulking muscle beast. As he spread his arms on either side, great arches of mass flared out like bird wings as gentle ripples of flab could be seen.

“You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy what you see dude.”

At first a stern expression upon his face but as his eyes drifted around his friend's behemoth sized figure he couldn’t help but feel a stir within his pants and as they dipped lower that emotion woke even greater. He blushed, seeing how each of the rotties' thighs had ballooned in diameter. To the point they forced his already tremendous bulge to be propped forward for all to see. “Y-You’re not wrong…” He continued to gaze over each leg, noticing the briefs he wore were taxed by the sheer girth and weight of his entire lower body, as the front was elongated by that virile manhood, exposing the slightest hint of crotch pad.

Brent hearing those affirming words, pulled at the side of his briefs, sticking out a leg and giving it a hearty shake. As he did, it sent ripples across his indulgent figure, while his muscle stood firm allowing all of its mass to be swayed from side to side. “Then why don’t you come over here and get a feel for it yourself, cutie.”

A heat wave struck at the smaller canine's face, spreading throughout his body as his own manhood stiffened harder, pressing at his zipper. “I… I don’t know Brent. I kind of ha-”

Before the rest of his words could be said, his face was taken over by the giant canine’s belly. The enormity of it was enough to catch him off balance as his head grew dizzy at its presence. It was a strange feeling cause he used to be able to reach at his pecs but that middle now demanded his attention instead. Next, he felt his head get pressed against it and heard the gurgles and sloshing of all those rich digesting calories. He gave out a soft pleasing whine, as the rotties' big paw held him steady and the heat of his body seeped around the lab.

“I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking horn pup,” he shook his briefs once more before he thrusted his waist. Now needing to use all of his body to do so, thanks to the density of himself, which only sent every ounce of his muscles into a mix of wobbles and pumps but it was bliss for the two of them.

Sea’s face grew even darker with blush at the name calling, making his tail wag as he kissed at his buddy’s huge belly, and squeezing at a lovehandle.

Brent gave out heady moans, as he roamed his paw away from Seas’s head and to a nipple, giving it a tight twist as his bulge throbbed, pulling at his undies. “Fuuuuuuuck! It’s good to be a thick beast! A fuck beast! I’m gonna go as big as I can!”

“Yes,” groaned out Sea, finding himself slipping deeper and deeper into worshiping his beast pal but this had certainly been a hidden kink for him. Not one he ever thought he’d be able to witness but one he was more than willing to give way for the two.