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Timber squirmed, blushing deeply. His hips were buried in tightness and he couldn't help rolling them into the sensations. The dog let out a moan, pressing his paws into the fur-covered slabs contracting rhythmically on his narrow waist.

The pupper was currently more than halfway consumed by the crevice between Tris' pectorals. The bigger labrador groaned appreciatively, lounging on a mass of pillows while his friend sank into his chest inextricably. He casually eased his arms up to prop his head on his meaty paws, watching carefully the way Timber was moving, and flexed his chest purposefully at just the right moment.

The smaller dog let out a soft yip of surprise as his attempt to get a better grip on the white fur that was framing his point of entry merely resulted in both his hands getting caught by that clench. Timber whined needily, his lips pressing so snugly together that they squiggled up his blushing cheeks. Gradually, his elbows sank in as well, only exposed from the chest up jutting from the other canine's signature diamond.

Tris' voice resonated through every inch of the trapped pup's form, travelling up from his buried form to the tips of his exposed ears. "I wouldn't have even gotten bulky enough to do this if it weren't for you, Timber." He rumbled, casually raising a built thigh and flexing to show off the definition in his quads down to his calves. "Such a good high-protein boy."

"I'm glad I did such a good job on you..." Timber whimpered in a mix of embarrassment and need, looking from the displayed leg and up to the flat belly and waist that rest beneath the dropoff of the underside of the carnivorous pecs.

The labrador brought his hand forward and caressed the side of Timber's face with his thick fingers, the pads plump and cushioned. Even after so much potent strength had been added to Tris, he was still the same soft boy deep inside.

Speaking of inside, Timber felt his legs able to shift and move a bit more. Mid-nuzzle into his predatory friend's palm, the pupper realized that his hands were only pinned above the elbow, and he could feel around outward from his body. Despite the snug pressure from the powerful muscle groups that felt like slabs of stone when the black dog flexed, he had room to explore... there was no fluid sensation, but it wasn't like he was in open air either.

Tris quivered and splayed his toes as he felt the smaller pupper exploring the inside of his chest while Timber's shoulders threatened to vanish into the snug embrace. He felt it before he saw the result, a touch on his left pec that made him want to flex. He held off, eyes turning to that point to watch as the imprint of the groping, curious fingers distended his taut pelt. The big lab groaned, loving this stage of the merging.

The nearly entirely enveloped dog blushed furiously, sliding his paw back and forth inside against that surprisingly yielding surface. His muzzle twisted into a squiggle once more as he turned to look as he began to do the same on the other side of his friend's chest.

Taking his hand out of the way for Timber to look, the muscular lab placed a finger on the point that the smaller pup's hair poofed free of the snapback on his red cap. The fat pad deformed as he applied pressure, bracing his thumb against the bill of the hat. He let out an indulgent moan, eyes lidded as his pec meal's neck and head sank into the crevice, cheeks smooshed into by the bulk of his powerful chest. He pulled away the hand, taking the cap with it, "Almost mine now..."

Timber whined, shoving with both hands against the inside of the powerful chest, feeling the flesh yield and knowing he was making defined bulges, even though he couldn't see them anymore over the event horizon of Tristan's white chest marking.

Tris shifted in place, raising his arms as his six pack asserted itself over the smooth surface of his belly. He sat up fully with a grunt, feeling the extra weight in his torso making his abs work harder. He finished the motion started with his hands by using them to carefully place the red ballcap onto his own head, twisting a finger to pull the purple poof of his own bangs through the snapback like how his buried friend had worn it. He ran his thumb across one of the bulging handprints, grinding down to smooth it away and watch it press back up as its owner just moaned and whimpered needily in his powerless position.

The behemoth puppy picked up his phone, flipping the camera and starting a recording. "Say goodbye for now, Timby~"

Timber felt the powerful muscles hardening back to stone around him, first forcing his hands back from the surface. He could see the embossed shapes of his fingers vanish from the outer surface in the phone's screen while the pecs swelled with exertion. At the same time his vision was getting blurred from sheer pressure on either side of his face, squeezing in, conforming to him. The soft white fur was closing in, until he couldn't see anything. And his head popped free of that tightness into the same strange freedom the rest of his body enjoyed.

Tris rumbled and relaxed his chest, just in time for a familiar muzzle to bulge out his dark furred chest just beside the diamond marking. "As much as I'd love to feel you writhing around in my chest the rest of the day, it's time to get you properly situated..." He flexed again, wrapping one arm under his swollen chest to add pressure from his mountainous bicep to the party.

A muffled moan was all that escaped as the shapes of the trapped pup were once again subsumed into flexing muscle. A blue heart faded into prominence in the behemoth's fur.