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There had to have been some kind of mix-up.

Chris held the package in his hands while he shut the door behind him with a foot. The gray-and-white furred wolf wasn't expecting a package today, and he knew that his collie boyfriend wasn't either. Perhaps it was dropped off at the wrong stop? A thorough examination of the label on the cardboard box proved that theory incorrect. It was, indeed, addressed to him, though what was strange was that there was no sender indication on the identification sticker, which meant there was no return address. Not even a minute had passed and already a dozen red flags had sprung up out of nowhere.

What was even in the box? The canine's mind raced at the possibilities, not all of them good. His first thought landed on the idea of one of those jack-in-the-box contraptions where something harmful is launched at the unsuspecting recipient, but that's easy enough to test for. He poked and prodded along the taped-up opening, feeling for any springy resistance, but couldn't find no matter how hard he pressed down. Satisfied, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chris then grabbed the box in both hands and shook it while holding it up to his ear in an attempt to hear what was inside. Whatever it was, it was held in place by packing material which coincidentally happened to muffle any noise it would make. He'd have to open the package up to see what was actually inside.

Sighing, he went to grab the scissors, having to meticulously scan the over-crowded kitchen table to locate them. Gripping one of the handles and letting the other hang freely in the air, he sliced the packing tape with the blade. Confident that was all he needed, he placed the scissors beside the box and opened the cardboard flaps. Digging through the packing material, he found a book, bound with a black hardcover.

To say Chris was incredulous would be an understatement. He flipped through the book to see if there was something he was missing, but all that he saw were pages upon pages of evenly spaced lines. "This thing's a journal?" The wolf said aloud to no one. His head involuntarily shook the longer he thought about his... gift. These things weren't hard to come by; hell, he could stop by the dollar store to pick one up if he wanted to. Why would someone send something like this?

A loose scrap of paper fell out of the book when he got to the last page. Bending down to snatch it, he noticed something scribbled on it. "'For your heart's desires'? What in the absolute hell is that supposed to mean?" He flipped it around several times but couldn't find anything other than that written down on the piece of paper. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd end up being featured in a video online talking about the most mysterious disappearances in modern times or some shit. The whole thing felt a bit off to him.

Nevertheless, Chris thought he oughta give the book a try at least. He'd been meaning to get into journaling to collect his thoughts over the course of a day, so it would be rather foolish to turn down the opportunity when it arose.

Making his way into his room, he plopped down in the chair at his computer desk. It took a moment, but he was able to find pinpoint something he can write with - a mechanical pencil. It was a little bit dusty due to the fact that he hadn't had to use any of his stationery since finishing school, but it was nothing he couldn't effortlessly clean off. Once the date was scrawled in the top right corner of the page, the gray-and-white furred wolf got to work streaming his consciousness onto the paper, glasses resting on the bridge of his snout.

Today's actually been a pretty good day so far, aside from receiving this bizarre package. I finally got all my tax info together and sent it to the accountant so now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I'm not doing too bad for myself, though I still wish I could get $1000 or so deposited into my bank account just for peace of mind. Maybe I'll try the lottery one day. Who knows, I could get lucky.

It took writing about money for Chris to realize that it was the end of the month and he still had to pay rent. The canine reached over the journal to his keyboard and loaded up his bank's website. Migrating to the page containing his banking information, it only took a few further clicks to transfer the money to his landlord. He thanked modern conveniences for allowing him to do all this from the comfort of his computer instead of having to do it in person. It's much less panic inducing this way.

The wolf thought he should take a moment to check his other finances while he was here. All his credit and loan accounts were taken care of, which meant the only thing he really needed to focus on was his chequing account. That's when he noticed that the monetary amount didn't seem quite right. Clicking through, he had a look at all of that accounts transactions, both debiting and crediting.

And that's when he saw it. Right at the top, above all the other transactions, was a deposit, timestamped with today's date, from the government - a cool $1000 now lining his wallet. Chris couldn't believe his luck! Though, now that he thought about it, it did seem rather strange for that deposit to come in at the same time that he wrote that he wished that would happen. He shook his head to dispel the thought; there's no way that his new journal had anything to do with that, it was just a coincidence. Then again...

Switching back to the book, the wolf began writing in it anew - same wish as before, only this time he upped the amount by $500. He figured that he wouldn't go crazy with this and take it slow for now, just to see if there was something special about this journal in the first place. As amazing as it would be to be in possession of something that could alter reality like that, he was aware of how far-fetched the whole idea sounded.

As soon as he'd written down his words, Chris refreshed the webpage. It took the longest second of his entire life to see the details of his bank account again, but it ended up being well worth the wait. Right above the deposit he noticed earlier was another one, this entry stating it's worth $1500. He had to clasp his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from shrieking at the sight, but a gradual snicker was still able to escape through his fingers.

He couldn't believe his eyes - everything he'd written into that book has happened instantly. The thought to change other things crossed his mind, but there was something the canine wanted to try first. Going back to his first entry, he flipped the pencil around so that he was handling the eraser end. He went and erased the second digit and write in a '5' in its place. Now to see if that did anything.

Much to Chris' surprise, he didn't have to refresh the page this time. Right beside each other were two practically identical transactions, both saying that $1500 was deposited into his account. Jaw slightly agape, he looked down at the book. This was real. All of this was really happening. He didn't know whether this was magic or something else, but he could perceive all of this physically happening.

There was so much the gray-and-white furred wolf could do with an item like this. Right away, he thought of all sorts of different things that could benefit not just him, but other people as well. Obviously, there was the mountain of humanitarian work that could be taken care of with a few paragraphs in as many minutes - obviously, he'd totally do that. It's just that - and he felt like it might've been a bit selfish to think of this - he'd finally get the opportunity to see some of his online friends in person for the first time. Hell, he could make it so that they all lived in the same neighbourhood as him and none of them would ever notice! The possibilities were endless.

His boyfriend was gonna get a kick out of this.

The collie had been laying on his bed for some time now, endlessly scrolling through his social media on his phone. It just happened to be one of those days where he didn't feel like doing anything. Unfortunately for him - or perhaps fortunately, since he was looking for something to do - Chris had just raced into his room, a giddy look on his face, and the black journal in his hand.

"Dude, guess what?" Chris asked, slightly out of breath.

Shep raised an eyebrow in suspicion, his gaze eventually settling on the hardcover book. "You've decided to pick up reading?"

"What?" Chris cocked his head. "God no, that'll never happen. Look, tell me something that you really want right now."

Shep scratched his head, indicating he was deep in thought. "Just anything?"

"Yup, anything." Chris nodded.

"A nice blueberry pie."

The immediate response caught Chris off guard. The wolf's mouth hung open as he tried to conjure up something to say. "Lemme get this straight - you want a blueberry pie more than anything else in the world?"

"You put me on the spot!" Shep laughed. "What do you want me to say."

"No, that's fine. Just gimme a sec." Chris had gotten to work writing in his journal with the mechanical pencil, his smirk signaling that he'd finished. He shut the book closed with the hand he was holding it with and gave a wry smile to the collie.

Shep was utterly confused at what his boyfriend could possibly be up to. "I don't understand what you're doing."

"Just give it a second." As if on cue, the smell of blueberry and fresh pastry wafted into the room, much to the bewilderment of the dog.

"Wait," The black-and-white furred canine pushed himself into a sitting position, now a bit more perturbed, "did you actually make a pie and then do some sort of magician's force into making me say what I wanted right now?"

"Nope, I did nothing of the sort! Actually," Chris repeatedly tapped the pencil against his cheek, "I guess you could say I did make the pie?"

Shep couldn't grasp what the other canine was getting at. He sighed and palmed half his face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Chris could only giggle as he opened the book again. "Just watch." The way the eraser end of the mechanical utensil bobbed and weaved in the open air illustrated just how excited he was to demonstrate the journal's powers. Closing the book one more time, he giddily looked up at the collie to see if he'd catch on. "Notice anything different?"

Shep could only shrug his shoulders. "You're wearing a shirt you just bought."

"No, I meant on you." Chris gestured towards the dog with his head. "Honestly, you look like you might need a new shirt soon."

"I have no idea what you're-" Shep cut himself short when he finally looked down at himself, only to be looking at something completely foreign to him. He'd still been wearing the same clothes as before, only he filled them out way better now for some reason. Gingerly, he took his fingers and carefully ran them over his now defined body, feeling the way the fabric of his clothes contour around his newly developed muscles. "What the fuck..." The collie muttered under his breath. Just then, he snapped his head up and looked at the wolf. "Oh, of course, this is just a dream! Duh."

"Um, nope. This is all real." Chris retorted.

"It makes perfect sense. The pie and this body appearing out of nowhere... I'm asleep in my bed right now, that's why things are spontaneously happening." Shep stated matter-of-factly.

"If this is what your dreams are like, then you've got better control over them than I do mine." Chris snorted. "No, none of this is fictional. You are actually experiencing this."

"Right." Shep rolled his eyes, not believing what the wolf was telling him. "So if I pinch myself, I'm gonna feel it?"

"Yeah."

"Uh huh, because that's-" Shep cut himself off, his eyes bugged out wide when he felt the sharp pinch he gave himself on his arm. With the expression on the dog's face, it was as if he'd lost all perception of reality right then and there. All of this existed, from the pie to his new muscles. The gears in his head turned so rapidly that smoke nearly blew out of his ears from the friction alone. "How..." He was at a total loss for words.

"It's all because of this." Chris held out the journal in front of him with both hands.

"You bought a magic book?" Shep scratched his head. "How did you know it could do this?"

"I never bought it." Chris sniggered. "It was delivered to me for some reason."

"You didn't buy it?" It was almost as if the wolf's words weren't getting through to Shep.

"Where the hell would I go to get something like this? Do I honestly look like the kind of person who knows what a magic item looks like?"

Shep chuckled. "Somewhere, there's a trickster god who's misplaced their book."

"Or, they were the ones who gave it to me in the first place." Chris grinned, clutching the journal in his grasp.

"So explain to me what exactly it does." Shep's voice now took on a more serious tone.

"Alright." Chris opened the book for his own referential needs. "Basically, whatever I write in here becomes reality."

"Only you?"

"Uh..." The gray-and-white furred wolf had to genuinely think about that. "I guess anyone could write in here, to be honest."

"And what have you written about so far?" Shep suspended his head on his hand, which in turn was resting on his meatier thigh.

"Besides the stuff just now? Money." Chris stated bluntly.

"Course you have." Shep chuckled. "So what possible end goals do you have in mind with this thing?"

A relatively silly thought ran through Chris' mind. "I shall overthrow the world's governments and install myself as supreme ruler of everyone. All will bow before my might!" The younger canine faux-evilly cackled.

Shep raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "And just what do you plan to do after that?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, watch some movies or something. Maybe play some games."

"You're the worst evil villain I've ever heard of." Shep leaned back and heartily laughed.

Chris stuck his tongue out at the older dog. "But you have heard of me!"

It took a moment for Shep to calm down. "For real though, what are you gonna do with this?"

"I can do literally anything I want," the tone of Chris' voice grew to a crescendo, "which means there's so many options I could take that I genuinely have no idea." The wolf pursed his lips. "I'm incredibly overwhelmed by choice."

"Then may I have a stab at it?"

"Oh, yeah." Chris handed the journal over to his boyfriend. "You're not gonna go crazy with this, right?"

"No, of course not." The black-and-white furred collie answered in earnest as he adjusted his glasses. "It's gonna be small. I promise." He carefully inscribed his thought down onto the paper and closed the book up when he was finished. "And there we go! Have a look at yourself."

"You frighten me." Chris sarcastically expressed before doing as he was told. There wasn't anything to worry about, he discovered, as his body now resembled his boyfriend's. He let his hands wander over his new musculature, giggling the whole time he did so. "Oh, this is kinda nice, actually."

"Thought you'd like it." Shep smirked, proud of his handiwork.

"I do!" Chris exclaimed gleefully. Just then, a particularly interesting thought popped into his head. "Ooh, lemme see the journal for a sec."

"Alright." Shep passed the black book back.

"Okay," Chris clenched his free fist, "this is gonna sound a little weird, but I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off for me." The black-and-white furred collie looked at him skeptically, but ultimately did as was asked of him. The wolf then went to work, looking to up the ante from his previous wish. This time, he wrote that he wanted him to be the size of a bodybuilder, however, he specified that the dog would never notice. "Done!"

"And?" Shep looked at the wolf expectantly.

"Have a look at yourself now." Chris gestured to the now beefier dog.

Shep did so, carefully gliding his hands all along his incredibly muscular body, one that looked like he hadn't skipped a day of gym time since he was in high school. He inspected every inch of his thick frame but looked as though he was frustrated. "I don't know, you made my pants smaller?"

"No, silly, I made you way bigger than before." Chris tried and failed to suppress the smile the was creeping onto his face.

Shep didn't reciprocate the feeling, only looking more confused. "I dunno what you're getting at, dude, I've always been like this."

Chris exploded into an excited guffaw, opening up the journal back to his last entry. He took the mechanical pencil, but this time he erased half of the sentence - the part about the dog being oblivious to the changes. "Okay, that should do it. What do you see now?"

"This better-" Shep didn't get a chance to say anything else before his hands discovered his large, taut pectorals. Contrary to what he believed just mere moments ago, it was as if he'd never seen himself like this before in his entire life. There wasn't a single part of him that he didn't pat and grope, feeling every muscle flex in his grasp. The entire experience left him flabbergasted, especially because he knew that he thought this was normal. "How did you do that?"

"It's the exact same process. You can make your written passage as detailed as you want, and the journal will grant it no problem." A devious grin snaked its way across his face. "Do you wanna keep going?"

"How about I stop you there." Shep asserted as he stood up. "Now that you're comfortable with this, I know you're going to go overboard."

"Ah, you're over-reacting." Chris dismissed his boyfriend's concerns with a wave of his hand. "I just wanna have some fun and make you bigger. We'd both enjoy that."

"Right, but I'd rather not do it here." The collie rummaged around for something he can throw on. "Why don't we head to the park? We'll have enough space there."

"But I think you're forgetting something." Chris held up the journal in his hands. "I can make anything I want happen. Anything here can be fixed."

"And I'm vetoing that." Shep metaphorically put his foot down. "Say we do have our fun and you do go and fix any damages that might occur, what happens if that entry gets erased or, God forbid, the page gets torn out entirely? We don't know what'll happen if that problem arises."

"Well, I'm gonna take good care of the book so that that doesn't happen." Chris argued.

The look on the black-and-white furred dog's face was very unimpressed. "You can't guarantee that. Can you name each and every item inside my room?"

Chris forcefully exhaled through his nose, his posture signaling defeat. "Well, obviously not..."

"Then we're going outside and that's that." Shep picked up his hoodie and attempted to slide it on, only for his arms to no longer be able to fit through the sleeves. "Uh, do you mind shrinking me down first?"

***

"Oh damn, I forgot how big this place was." Chris whistled at the wide-open area he was currently standing in. The wolf was clad in his gray hoodie and black toque with red maple leaf in addition to his street clothes. "I know it's not even a reasonable comparison, but I feel like I'm in Central Park right now."

"I figured you'd appreciate the thought." Shep had donned his own gray hoodie before leaving. "This should be more than enough room for the two of us for what we're planning."

"Are you sure of that?" Chris gave off a cheeky grin, sticking his tongue out at the dog.

"I'm a little afraid to ask, but," Shep shuffled over to his boyfriend, "what exactly do you have planned?"

The question hit Chris, who was wholly unprepared to answer it. "Gonna be honest, I hadn't actually thought of that yet." He shook his head to clear his mind. "I'll think of something."

"Well, I guess we better get started then." Shep went to reach for the journal and mechanical pencil before the wolf stopped him.

"Oh, hold on. We should make it so that whatever happens is a bit delayed. That way we have time to take our clothes off and enjoy the growth and stuff."

"Oh, yeah, we can do that." Shep accepted the book from the gray-and-white furred wolf and immediately got down to writing his thoughts on one of the pages. It took him a little bit, but he was eventually satisfied with what he wrote.

"My turn." Chris acquired possession of the journal and also got busy right away. He had to stop and think a few times, eagerly tapping the writing implement against his chin, but he managed to get everything he wanted down on the paper.

"Someone's excited." Shep gestured with a hand towards the wolf's briskly wagging tail.

"Oh!" Chris had no idea of what his tail was doing, blushing as he stopped the motion when he was alerted.

"Aw, I thought it was cute." Shep chuckled "So what do you think?"

"Of?" Chris cocked his head.

"The stuff I wrote down?"

"Oh, right." Chris looked down at the journal he grasped in his hand. "I was just gonna let that surprise me. I trust you."

"Oh... I see." Shep's expression turned to one of surprise.

Chris raised an eye in suspicion. "I take it you weren't going to do the same."

Shep shook his head. "No, I wanted to know beforehand."

The response gave Chris the biggest shit-eating grin that he was capable of producing. "Oh, you're gonna love this!"

The normally indomitable black-and-white furred collie suddenly found himself very apprehensive. "Um, so what exactly did you write down?"

"Oh, nothing much," Chris snickered "just some things, like how I wanted you bigger than the tallest building in the city, stronger than the largest crane in the world, heavier than a blue whale-"

It was exactly what the dog suspected. "And you don't think that won't draw any suspicion?" Shep interrupted. "I'm liable to leave deep footprints at that size, not to mention how I'll flood the area with all the spooge I'd produce."

"Hmm..." Chris rubbed his chin in thought, taking in the concerns his boyfriend brought up. "You raise some very good points. Hang on a sec." The wolf hastily flipped the book open to the last page the two of them used and determinedly jotted down a few sentences before shutting the journal closed with the hand he held it in. "There we go!"

"And?"

"Okay, this is what I wrote." Chris mimicked reading off of a list in front of him, using the mechanical pencil as a pointing device. "First, no matter what we do, we can't physically disturb the land around us. I also included scenery in those parameters such as, but not limited to, trees and cars." He chuckled as he did his best 'infomercial salesman pitch' voice.

It took Shep a moment to dwell on those words, the gears in his head turning, trying to decide if what was written was adequate enough to proceed. Eventually he concluded that he was satisfied with the wording and nodded at the wolf to continue. "Okay, go on."

"Second," Chris shifted the pencil one imaginary line lower, "any and all spermatozoa and related substances that make contact with anything other than ourselves will simply cease to exist."

Shep deeply inhaled at the detailed instruction his boyfriend laid out. "Ah, I see we're looking to completely obliterate the laws of thermodynamics."

"They can suck my dick." The gray-and-white furred wolf angrily scoffed. "I had to work my ass off to do well in that course."

Shep had to chuckle, the other canine did have a tendency to be brazenly immodest with his words. "Okay, that sounds good then."

"Oh, I'm not done yet." Chris interjected, jabbing the pointed writing utensil in the direction of his boyfriend before returning to his projected checklist. "Lastly, I made it so that there wouldn't be anybody around us while we're in the state that we will be."

Shep took a moment to dwell on those words, but it was of no use. "I don't think I follow. Elaborate."

Chris found himself at a loss for words. "I don't know, they'll be at their friend's place or some shit while we're busy."

"Oh." Shep then sharply took in air, as if he just understood what was said to him. "Oh okay, I get it now. You know, you could've just made it so that they wouldn't even register our presence."

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, the result's gonna be the same regardless. I don't think it really matters at this point."

Shep mulled it over in his head before casually agreeing. "Yeah, I guess I can see that then. I guess since everything's taken care of, we can just start-" The collie was about to say they could take their clothes off, but the wolf happened to be one step ahead of him. Once their garments were fully shucked off, he was about to say that they should mentally prepare themselves, but he noticed something peculiar about his boyfriend. "So, are you not gonna strip entirely naked then?"

"The toque stays on during sex." Chris proudly stated, the tuft of hair sticking out from the hat covering his left eye. "Are you ready for this?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready for-" Shep never got a chance to finish that statement before he was caught off guard by the growth starting. Their wishes developed so quickly that they barely had time to register the events before they unfolded.

The black-and-white furred collie's spurt arrived asymmetrically, first appearing as an over muscular, hypertrophic arm which fell to the ground unceremoniously as he was not physically strong enough to keep it suspended in the air like he normally could. The next limb to beef up was the leg on the opposite side of his body, leaving him entirely unbalanced. Then came the other two limbs, which finally gave him something he could work with. Shep could now focus on just how pleasurable the whole experience was, and just how big his body was truly becoming.

His chest had exploded in size, becoming so overly stuff that his fat nipples had no other choice but to point straight down. The brawny pectorals took up a lot of space, some of which his burgeoning arms were fighting for. Speaking of which, the musculature of his arms now more closely resembled magnificent steel cables, while his flexed biceps did their best impression of only the most impressive of snow-capped mountains. His back wasn't to be outdone, however, as the densely packed muscle formed it's own extraordinary ranges.

Not even the mightiest of redwoods could possibly compare to the gargantuan bulk of his legs. Those sinewy quads looked like they each contained more muscle than was on every professional bodybuilder combined and then some. His calves ended up as the exact perfect teardrop shape one could've hoped for, while his dimpled ass bulged with muscle whenever it was flexed. Had Adonis existed in the modern era, even he would have to concede to the power-packed collie standing in the park, one who's taller than any building in the city. Move over, Greek gods, your new statue model had arrived!

While his boyfriend's body still had an air of aesthetic about it, Chris' body looked built purely to pack on as much mass as inhumanly possible. Every single nook and cranny seemed to be jammed with muscle fibre, with his frame seemingly gaining ungodly size with every flex.

The wolf's chest, proportionally, blew the older collie's out of the water. Those pectorals pushed out so far that, from the tip of his barrel chest to the tip of his behemothian back, he ended up being as thick as he was tall, no small feat! His chest was so encumbered with size that each pec could act like the strongest wrecking ball in the world if he wanted. That isn't to say that his arms were slouched by any metric, and they, too, were loaded with brawny strength just like the rest of him. In fact, because of how much beef he had stuffed into them, he ended up being as wide as tall as well! His traps coming up to tickle his ears was just the icing on the cake.

Speaking of cake, that man had an ass like no tomorrow. If one were to somehow get a bus wedged between those densely packed, globular cheeks, he'd flatten it like a pancake and be able to sell it to someone who could melt it down and sell the scrap for profit. That booty perfectly complemented those enormously massive legs which, honestly, had no earthly comparison. He very well could topple anything that stood in his way with a single kick. It wasn't what he was anticipating, but he pulled off the meatblimp look spectacularly.

"Woah, that was fast!" Chris exclaimed, the sudden growth nearly throwing him off balance. "This is, hands down, the craziest thing I'll ever experience in my life." His hands came to rest on his tortoise shell of a gut, one that didn't quite push out as far as his pecs, bud did its damndest to compete. It was at that moment that it dawned on Chris that he wasn't eye level with his boyfriend, needing to crane his neck upwards to actually have his gaze meet the collie's. "Hey, what the hell? Why am I so small?"

"You're not small, you're just short." Shep explained, somehow able to hear the wolf without him shouting. "I wasn't sure what trick you had planned up your sleeve, so I wrote down that I wanted you to be the smallest possible size where your height, width, and thickness were the exact same when you had identical muscle mass as me."

Chris sighed - that explained everything. "Oh you kinky fucker. So this is the smallest size I can be, huh?"

Shep eyes lit up. "Oh shit, I just remembered I had something else written down as well, so that statement technically isn't accurate. You're the smallest size you can be where you've got the full range of motion needed for sex. So you can still move your arms around no problem, for starters."

"Barely." Chris snorted. The gargantuan gray-and-white furred wolf pulled his monstrous arms inward so that they pointed straight out in front of him, scarcely able to do so due to the resistance caused by the sheer amount of muscle stuffed into both his pectorals and biceps as they fought for space.

"Barely is good. We can work with that." Shep nodded gleefully. "You should still be able to move your legs without issue."

Not feeling particularly hopeful because of the last demonstration, Chris hesitantly stuck one overly muscled leg out in front of the other until his centre of gravity forced it to contact the ground. To his shock, the entire motion was capable of being done without any hiccups preventing his movement. "Oh wow, I can't believe this actually works!" The younger canine chuckled in mirthful glee as he paced around the area unimpeded.

Shep couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend getting excited over strolling around. "Alright, we didn't come here for a walk. Last thing you need to check, I think, is if you can move your head adequately."

"Oh, right." Admittedly, the act of shifting one's head around was something Chris took for granted, as did a lot of people. He carefully swiveled his head in a circle, however, he noted that his range was rather limited. "Uh, I can only kinda move my head."

Shep shrugged his mammothian boulder shoulders. "Gonna be honest, 'kinda' is all you're really gonna need."

"What do you mean?" Chris looked rather unsure about what the older collie was getting at, but if he was hesitant before, he was even more so after getting a good look at the dog's monolithic prick.

His red rocket stood tall and proud, maybe even moreso than one of its namesakes that get shot into space. The elephantine length pulsed with throbbing veins, all of which snaked their way down to his shredded pelvis. Then came a glance at the black-and-white furred canine's testosterone factories, ones so massive he wagered they each weighed more than the heaviest of manmade machinery. One could hear them absolutely roil with potent doggie seed. With Shep's colossal collie cock and balls, it painted one hell of an imposing picture.

"Uh, I don't think I can feasibly do anything with your cock." If Chris had boots, he'd be quaking in them right about now.

"Hmm? Oh, no." Shep laughed at the implication his boyfriend was getting at. "I was more thinking about the other way around."

"You... you wanna take me instead?" Chris was filled with an odd sense of uncertainty and honour.

"I won't lie," Shep stooped low to the wolf's level, something neither of them thought would be possible, "I've always had an urge to get plugged by a fireplug and I never thought I'd get the chance, but now that you're well beyond that point I think you can scratch that itch." He purred seductively.

"Oh. Yeah, okay!" Chris immediately perked up, beaming at the thought of railing the dog's tailhole. His monumental shaft promptly engorged with blood, and while it wasn't anywhere near as immense as the black-and-white furred collie's, it was more than prodigious enough to spear completely through a building and come out unscathed. Those jumbo cum tanks of his were also something to be proud of; he'd be flooding that dog for sure.

"Lemme just get into position then, stud." Shep cooed provocatively at the meatball of a wolf he called his boyfriend. With a grace one his size shouldn't normally possess, he managed to rotate himself around so that the younger canine got a good view of his delicious backside, his raised tail showing off his quivering asshole. "All yours, beefcake."

As enticing as the sight in front of Chris was - and it definitely was - there was a matter of how he'd manage this feat. "Uh, hang on a moment. I've gotta be, like, half your height, so this is all fucked up to me right now." He waddled on over to the most glorious display of muscled rump he'd ever seen in his life and formulated a plan. It took a hot minute, but the wolf was able to bend down onto his knees, making his face at the perfect height to begin rimming the collie. He'd made out with that delicate ring of muscle in the past, but never when it was comparatively four times larger than it normally was.

"Ooh..." Shep moaned in ecstasy from the oral onslaught against his convulsing asshole. Unable to pierce the ground to grip it like one would a pillow, he simply allowed his arms to buckle so that his hands could splay forth. Every lick sent lightning through his nerves, causing his fingers to twitch uncontrollably. If this kept up, he'd end up shooting his shot right now!

Confident in the job he did, Chris backed his muzzle off and stood up. It took all the flexibility he had, but he was able to clamber up the colossal collie so that he was standing on the dog's meaty calves. Shep, of course, was so strong down there that it didn't register as painful at all despite the two of them nearly weighing the same. "Now for the fun part." Chris snickered as he grabbed his titanic prick and directed it towards his boyfriend's tailhole, the cockhead drooling rivulets of pre the whole time. The next part of his plan involved liberally lubricating that hungry hole with copious amounts of preseed, something he was not in short supply of. He smeared the tip all over, coating the ring all over until it resembled a glazed donut.

Shep was beside himself at the thought that he'd be fucked by the biggest, strongest man the world had ever seen - beside himself, of course. He ground his juicy ass back against that girthy length, just begging to be plowed silly. "Please, just stick it in me already!"

"Oh damn, you really want this." Chris chuckled, he hadn't seen his collie this needy ever. "Alright, since you're really asking for it..." The wolf grabbed a hold of the older dog's rock-hard sides and gently pushed his crotch forwards until the tip of his dick met the middle of that hole, not feeling any resistance as it just slid right in. To be fair, the collie could absolutely take someone bigger than him at this point in time, but the near frictionless ride inside the other canine's anal cavity was a testament to just how productive Chris really was.

"Yes!" Shep bellowed, lucky that no one else was around to hear him but also not caring if someone ever did. He already got to work, clamping those anal muscles down on the intruding rod. Bodybuilders did a multitude of strength-building exercises to make themselves stronger, he might as well do the same!

Chris let out his own series of groans when he felt the massage his mighty phallus was receiving. This was the most divine feeling he's ever experienced, bar none. He kept pressing onwards, smearing slimy pre along the innermost walls of the collie's chamber, until his pelvis finally met muscled ass cheek. Balls deep, he hit it in record time. The lava-like sensation of pleasure coursed through his tremendous body, coating every part of his frame like a warm, weighted blanket. Various parts of his anatomy flexed involuntarily - from his arms to his chest, his ass to his abs, all the way to his diamond-hard dick wedged far inside his boyfriend.

The feeling of that gigantic pupmaker jumping around while buried deep inside his yawning bowels was enough to send spasmic impulses rocketing through the muscles in his torso. A low whimper escaped his throat, something he'd never had happen to him before, though it made sense why it did here. Goddamn, did he never want this to stop.

Now that he was fully acclimated to the pressured force the older collie was giving him, Chris began to pull his hips back so that his titanic tool slid in the other direction, eliciting a sudden gasp from the larger canine. The gray-and-white furred wolf found that the hole was getting more accommodating for his size and was able to glide out faster than he came in. Pretty soon he found that he was at a good enough distance away from where he was previously that he started thrusting back in.

Shep had a hand covering his face, embarrassed at how goddamn horny this had made him, though he really shouldn't be. A hand of his shot down to his monumental member and began stroking, aiming to also get off. As much as he was able to edge himself when they both were smaller, it would be an impossibility at the size they were at now, the younger canine as well.

Speaking of whom, Chris had quickly, but not quietly, picked up steam, now pistoning in and out of that warm, welcoming tailhole at a good clip. His tongue had lolled out of his mouth as he panted with each fluid motion. This was the greatest ass he'd ever fucked in his entire life, despite it also being the same, and also only, ass he'd fucked previously. The only problem became that his shaft was now so incredibly sensitive due to the thousands of nerve endings littering it that he was ready to blow despite barely having enough time to really start pounding his black-and-white furred pup. He also had an inkling of a hunch that the collie was in the same boat as he was.

Shep's brain felt fried from the constant euphoric stimulation pouring into it by that stupendous schlong slamming into him over and over again. He never let up from jerking himself off either and it was now a matter of time to see who'd cream themselves first.

Nobody would have to wait long to find out the answer and Chris howled loudly into the night sky. His crotch was flush with the dog's receiving hole, his large fuckstick geysering Olympic pool-sized ropes of sticky wolfbatter into the older canine's awaiting bowels. Hunched over, his hips humped forth very minutely as if to make sure he got each and ever drop of cum out of his overfilled balls, though it wasn't about to stay in that anal cavity forever. Unfortunately, Chris' manhood wasn't quite girthy enough to act as a plug to seal the dog's anus completely, and so many kilolitres of seed came pouring out of that ass, only to totally dissipate upon contact with the ground. At least those written instructions still held up.

Shep, meanwhile, fell victim to getting swollen by that firehose of a dick and ended up making a chain reaction by blowing his load in his hand. His balls pulled up to offer a faster escape for all the dog jizz he was about to unload. A multitude of whines and groans signaled the canine's release, loveglue barreling down his engorged cumpipe, only to also thoroughly evanesce against the land below him just like his boyfriend's.

By the time all was said and done, both canines were a hot and sticky mess of sweat and cum, a vast contrast compared to the park they had fucked in.

Chris then fully pulled out of the older collie, more cum pooling out and vanishing. He was wiped, a full body tiredness not experienced in many, many years. It didn't seem like a terrible idea to just let himself collapse onto the ground and fall asleep, but he'd never get the chance on account of a large, meaty mitt grabbing him and pulling him off of his feet. Barely conscious, he found himself face-to-face with his nearly equally-as-exhausted boyfriend, only it didn't last long as the dog brought their lips together into a passionate embrace.

Shep had never been more in love with his wolf than he was right now, a fact he unknowingly was parting onto Chris, who was wrestling with a tongue inside his mouth that filled up a large portion of it. He eventually broke off the kiss and rolled onto his back, keeping the younger canine sprawled face-down against his chest. The wolf growled pleasantly as he basked in the musky pec fluff he found his face buried in, though he didn't get to revel in it for long as he, once again, felt himself getting dragged against his will, this time back to the dog's face.

"I wanna do that again sometime." Shep wheezily chuckled through panting breaths. "Maybe next time we can switch positions."

"Maybe next time we poof ourselves somewhere away from everyone else so that we can grow ourselves as big as we goddamn want." Chris lasciviously growled into the collie's ear, also doing the best he can to take in as much air as he possibly could.

"Oh yes, I would love that!" Shep firmly smooched the meatball wolf on the cheek for coming up with that idea. "But what do we do now?"

"I guess we kinda have to, right?" Chris somehow scrounged up enough energy to push himself onto the ground.

"So you're gonna undo all this?" Shep rolled himself over onto his side, giving the wolf an impressive view of his enormous front profile.

"Of course." Chris stated, picking up the journal once he found it by their clothes. "This was fun and everything, but we gotta get back to our lives, right?"

Shep's eyes narrowed in onto the book, as only a collie's can. "Sure, but, uh, where's the pencil?"

Chris didn't understand what the colossal collie was getting at until he saw his boyfriend hold the journal up sans mechanical pencil. Panic set in as he started to scour the ground around the two of them, eyes increasingly bugging out the longer he was at it. His eyes weren't the best to begin with, but it didn't help that the writing implement was now considerably smaller compared to the two behemothian canines. Couple that with the fact that they were outside in the dead of night and the plastic utensil was rendered practically invisible. The realization had dawned on Chris, the wolf now standing straight up and looking at the dog in horror.

"Oh no."