Moo-scle Madness: Rough Draft Part 1

“Sea,” called out Brent, a towering figure of a Rottweiler who had flung open the front door, letting in the chilly winter air. It didn’t bother Brent in the least, seeing as his bodybuilder physique had surpassed the limits of conventional strength and not even mother nature could tame him.

“Will you close the door, “replied Sea, a Labrador with a more toned and fit figure. He turned his head, getting a whip of that icy wind, as he glared back at his living mate. “It’s in the low twenty’s and I’d rather it stay outside.”

Brent only smirked, standing at an impressive height, having to duck shy of the top of the doorway. His muscles rippled beneath a sleek, ebony coat, defining raw power and determination, as he flexed one of his meaty pectorals. “It’s not that cold.”

“Says you,” barked back the other. “All that beef provides plenty of insulation I bet.”

The rottie flashed a toothy grin, before closing the door. “I keep telling you I’ll help you grow.”

“And I keep telling you, you got that on lock for the both of us.”

The pair had been living in the cozy home with one another for a few years now when last year Brent decided to rework the basement into his own personal gym. His days were often filled with rigorous workouts, pushing his limits to maintain his colossal build.

Again Brent held that charming smirk along his muzzle, sauntering himself toward the couch, where Sea had laid himself out on. As he drew closer, he tossed a small plastic bag he held in one paw.

It landed onto Sea’s lap, catching him off guard as he had returned to scrolling on his phone. “Oof! What th-” he looked at Brent. “What was that for?”

“What do you mean? I went out to grab you some chocolate. Remember?”

A blush came upon the labs face. “Oh, right.”

“A folks say I’m the himbo.”

“It was then as Sea looked back at his buddy that he saw in his other paw he held a much bigger bag or sac more like it. “What is in that one then?”

Brent’s face lit up like a christmas tree when he heard the question. “This,” he pointed to the bag, lifting it higher.

Sea nodded.

“I thought I’d try something different this offseason for my heavy bulk phase.”

“Oh,” came the curious reply, still shaking his head.

The muscular canine lumbard himself around the couch before dropping himself over it. Sea catching the behemoth of a dog pulled his foot paws just in time before they got buried by the male’s thick booty cheeks.

“Brent,” he loudly barked. “You are a himbo!”

He chuckled, flexing his pecs one again, making that stringer tank dance for him. “You made it out fine.” He brought the large sac onto the coffee table, followed by pulling out a white jug or moreso a jug with white liquid inside. “Have you ever heard of the GOMAD diet?”

“You mean where you drink a gallon of milk a day?”

“Yeah! That’s the exact one,” he proudly responded.

Sea couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his friend. “That’s not a new thing. It’s been around for a while.”

“Oh,” came the rottie, tilting his head. “I saw a thing in the dairy section about it at the store. Seemed new to them too.”

The yellow lab worked himself into an upright position, then huddled next to the wall of muscle. He placed a paw against his red tattooed shoulder, as it reminded him how packed full of beef he truly was. “It’s probably a promotion for the brand to sell more of their milk or something.”

“Then it worked,” he cheerfully barked. “Because I brought five gallons and ordered more for the remainder of the month!”

“Y-You what,” exclaimed Sea, looking up to see the beaming smile of his buddy. It helped to dull some of his apprehension but it still lingered.

“Yup! Gonna go full on in cause whole milk is known for getting that thick on,” he chuckled, patting at his middle. “If you know what I mean.”

Sea, still trying to wrap his brain around an entire month's supply of milk at their home could barely make a proper response. “But… you. Fat?”

“Fat? Who said anything about getting fat? I’m gonna turn all these extra thick calories into mega muscle gains,” he bolstered, flexing both of his huge biceps, surging them fuller. “Gonna go even further beyond and hopefully create a new bodybuilding tier of growth.”

While Brent basked in his own makeshift shift brilliance of shared his newfound discovery. Sea, raised a cautious eyebrow to it all. “So you say but as you mentioned not too long ago. This “diet” from what I’ve seen usually lent its talents to those looking to pork up and out.”

“Really,” came that bewildered head tilt once more from the rottie. “Guess that makes sense but you know me. I can turn anything into muscle for this bod. In fact!” He reached for the milk jug he had pulled out, twisting off the cap and started to pound it down his throat.

Undeterred, Brent embarked on the GOMAD journey, right then and there, while Sea’s own expression grew more and more surprised. His eyes left wide as he dropped his jaw, watching in awe as Brent chugged the entire gallon in a matter of a few strong gulps. Now this wasn’t a feat the labrador hadn’t seen before but the sheer earnestness and pride of his friend always astounded him ion one way or another.

As Brent finished it off, he gave out a heavy sigh, followed by a wet belch. “Oof… I think I can see why. That was hella tasty and fun!”

As Sea sat their, utterly baffled by it all, he finally shook his head to clear it. “You’re not supposed to drink it all in one sitting! You do one gallon per day!”

“Is that… bwroop… so. Think I remember seeing… oorp… that written.”

Sea facepalmed, listening to his buddy. “You truly are a himbo.”