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Salty sea air tickled Mr. Wolf's nostrils as he strolled along the empty walkway of the city's port, the asphalt road running through it devoid of any trucking activity as nightfall approached. It was peaceful, and exactly what he wanted; he never got many opportunities to be alone and collect his thoughts.

Now, he wasn't exactly supposed to even be there in the first place as the port was highly protected, however, he'd figured out the area's vulnerabilities a while back and had slipped in undetected many times since. It helped that the cameras' blind spots were particularly obvious.

He sighed in contentment as he leaned along a steel railing. "Nice night out tonight," he mused, watching boats cleave through the undulating waves as the sun sinking past the horizon bathed everything in its path with warm orange light. There had been times that he'd wanted to try boating for himself, but even he knew how difficult it'd be to get the chance from his position in life.

Mr. Wolf felt the slight breeze caress his carefully-maintained fur. It hadn't been long since his jail sentence had expired so he appreciated the freedom that he hadn't been granted in ages.

Time passed by in an instant as he let himself zone out, only cluing in when he noticed the lights along the shoreline flicking on simultaneously. It caught him by surprise; how long had he been there already? He'd watched the sun disappear into the night, yet only now realized how dark it'd gotten. That was his cue to head home as he didn't want his friends to wonder about where he'd gone off to.

It was still a bit of a shame to have to leave though. The temperature had either been too warm on days where the sun monopolized the sky, and too cold where it never made a presence. That was the first night in quite some time where it felt perfect.

Mr. Wolf wandered through the port, using the giant stacks of shipping containers as cover while waiting for the cameras to swing in a different direction and make his escape. He'd done this so many times that it'd become second-nature. Every patrol guard followed the same routes, every searchlight moved in a pre-programmed pattern, everything used to keep the area secure was predictable and he abused that.

It honestly felt like child's play at times, hardly offering a challenge to him with the amount of experience that he'd gained over the years. Yes, it was far too easy to get what he wanted these days, almost wishing that-

The last thing that he saw was the world going black before crumpling to the ground unconscious.

***

Faint sensations of the world around him eased Mr. Wolf's cognizance awake, though not enough to fully understand what had happened. His bearings hadn't returned to him in their entirety, as evident by his wobbly limbs failing to push himself upright. It felt like he'd been run over and he had no idea why.

"Wait..." No, it wasn't his whole body that ached in actuality, rather just one spot, which pulsed in pain when his hand discovered it; he'd been hit in the head!

With a grunt, he finally managed to push himself onto his side, still unsure of his surroundings until his hand contacted a frigid, metal bar. He gasped at the sudden sensation of cold, jolting him alert as he regained his bearings, though becoming aware of the shooting pain in the back of his head. What was going on here?

The realization of what the metal was caused Mr. Wolf to gasp - he was in a cage! But why? And by who? Every new thing that he came across only asked more questions. The only problem was that he doubted that he'd be able to answer any of them unless he could free himself, and he wondered how he'd do that.

That's when he spied a paperclip laying outside of the cage, his brain identifying it as his most likely source of liberation. He thought nothing of it when he reached for it, until his hand came up short and showed that it was just out of reach. His eyes went wide as he realized that he wasn't as close to grabbing it as he'd imagined. He pushed himself harder, his shoulder uncomfortably wedging against the bars as he grasped in vain at the metal fastener. All seemed lost until he took one last, good stretch before he managed to hook his claw into the large loop, letting out a sigh of relief as he was able to pull it back to his cage.

Total success; he pulled it off! He had to tend to his aching shoulder after that, but he was now one step closer to freedom. It took a second to formulate his plan for escape as he needed to remember what Mr. Snake had told him about picking locks.

Carefully bending the large end of the paperclip open, Mr. Wolf got to work. He shoved his claw into the locking mechanism like a tension wrench and turned, determining which way the tumbler opened based on how it reacted to the torque that he provided. Once in place, he gently poked the pointed end of the fastener into the lock, scraping it along the pins until he found the one that needed the most force applied to open it. One by one he pressured each pin into opening, having to mentally map out what the inside of the lock looked like since he couldn't see it for himself. It took him several moments of intense concentration, but the lock turned as soon as the fifth pin had been activated. He did it!

The door to the cage swung wide open, a wave of relief washing over him. It was during his revelry that he realized that the air that he'd been breathing in smelled awfully familiar, almost like- "Hang on, that's the ocean!" He was still at the port!

Indeed, the salty air permeated every room of the building that he'd found himself in, including the room that he had been held captive in. Well, no sense sticking around now. He brushed the dirt off of his suit before heading out.

Mr. Wolf glanced at the construction of the building and concluded that this place must've been a warehouse of some sort, the question now floating to the front of his mind being which one because he didn't think that any of the structures here would be as empty as this one turned out to be. Not to mention that he'd thought that he'd be kicked out of the area entirely instead of locked up. Something didn't quite add up around here.

But none of that mattered as he found what looked to be the entrance to the warehouse; what luck! He poked his head out of the door to check the space immediately around the building, but stopped before taking a single step outside. It only just dawned on him that someone had deliberately taken him captive for some reason; perhaps it'd be in his best interest to find out why.

The interior of the building was barren of anything that he'd expect to be held there, though it didn't seem like it was too long ago that it was operational. Papers that he'd found strewn across offices didn't have the wear of age on them, telling him that the place had only been recently abandoned. He speculated as to what the reason for that was, but also who had taken up residence since then.

Each room that Mr. Wolf searched through had been mentally taken note of to ensure that he didn't comb through them again as he explored the identical-looking corridors. It took him some time before he left the administrative side of the building and discovered the part where products ready to be loaded onto trucks were stored. The emptiness of the storage room initially dampened his spirits, only perking up again when he heard something coming from the opposite side of the room. This could be what he was looking for!

A number of doors led to various supply closets, but one opened up to the basement, the sound that he heard getting louder as a result. His curious nature had been piqued and he carefully made his way down the stairs to avoid detection.

An electric hum sounded through the walls as he made his way closer to the main chamber; no doubt something big was taking place down there. He tiptoed up to the doorway to get a better look, not anticipating the sight before him in the slightest - Professor Rupert Marmalade IV! What was he doing here?!

Mr. Wolf spied the guinea pig toiling away at a computer system, wordlessly plugging away at the console with determined intent. He couldn't quite make out what was being accomplished on the screen, so he inched himself closer along the wall so as to get a closer look. As he did, the full scope of the rodent's plan reared its head, the sight of which caught him off-guard.

Hooked up to the system was some kind of giant laser-like device, looking easily large enough to concentrate a beam powerful enough to shear through the whole of the city if his knowledge of entertainment media was applicable here. It didn't click at first as to why the rodent was working on such a machine, but it then made sense to him after thinking about it - the guinea pig wanted revenge, or something. Not if he had anything to say about it!

"The jig is up, Marmalade!" Mr. Wolf blurted out, revealing himself to his adversary.

"Oh, cripes!" Marmalade nearly jumped out of his skin at the abrupt interruption. He swung his head around to face the intruder, his face twisting with contempt when he saw the canine. "What are you doing here? I had you locked up good!"

"I think the more important question is why you're here. You were supposed to be behind bars for a long time!"

Marmalade scoffed. "Oh please, breaking out of that prison was trivial. Even you could do it."

The remark made Mr. Wolf narrow his eyes at the rodent. "I don't like what you're implying there, hamster."

"I'm a guinea pig!" Marmalade bellowed, his fists balling up in anger. "Ooh, you'd be in so much trouble if I still had Cuddles with me here."

It was only then that Mr. Wolf clued into the fact that they were the only two in the room, having not seen the human once in the entire time that he had skulked around the place. "Wait, you're working solo?" The question prompted the gears in his head to turn faster. "Were you the one that knocked me out then?"

"Of course it was me, who else could've?"

Mr. Wolf snarled through gritted teeth. "Why the hell did you do that? That hurt like a bastard!"

"Because I saw you snooping around the place and I got suspicious," Marmalade said, tapping at a few buttons while he watched the screen with his peripheral vision.

"I was nimbly dodging the security detail at my own leisurely pace! I was trying to relax, you know," Mr. Wolf crossed his arms in defiance.

Marmalade stomped on the control panel. "You were a threat! I mean, who comes to a port to relax anyway?"

"I..." The question hit Mr. Wolf hard as it was a bit of a sore spot for him. "I come here because I can't afford to hit up any of the marinas."

The response wasn't what Marmalade had expected to hear at all. Having dealt with the people running the businesses along the coastline, he could understand where the lupine was coming from. "You know what, I accept that. Those prices are outrageous."

"Absolute highway robbery, and yet we're still considered the bad guys for some reason," Mr. Wolf muttered, his gaze snapping to the rodent on the computer console. "You never told me why you're here, you know. This is an awful long way from where your mansion was located."

Marmalade chuckled. "Oh, I found out this place was abandoned ages ago and scooped it up ages ago. Makes for a perfect secondary lair, wouldn't you agree?"

"Well, yeah..." There was one thing that Mr. Wolf couldn't quite work out in his head. "I just thought that you'd have all your evil machines at your home where you could easily work on them."

"You don't put all of your eggs into one basket, Mr. Wolf. I feel like that's something you would've learned at some point." If Marmalade could have looked smugger, then he would have.

Mr. Wolf quirked a brow at the guinea pig. "So, what's your plan then? To destroy the city with the laser?"

"In a sense, yes, that's exactly what I'll be doing!" Marmalade exclaimed his excitement, a tad impressed with the canine. "That's rather astute of you, you know. I didn't even realize that you noticed the hydraulic mechanism to raise it above sea level."

"I, uh... I actually didn't," Mr. Wolf bashfully admitted, now seeing the structure mentioned. Wanting to get back on track, he shook his head to clear his mind. "Well, that doesn't matter. I'm here now, and I'll put an end to whatever it is you're doing here."

Marmalade tapped a few more keys, a prompt appearing on the screen. "Oh, funny thing - you actually won't be able to stop me. You're far too late for that." The laser began priming after he accepted the dialogue box. "See, I will be using this laser to devastate the city, but not in the way you think I will."

As much as Mr. Wolf hated to admit it, the rodent was right - he couldn't think of any other application for the machine. "I don't follow."

"See, this laser can't actually harm anything; that's not its intent. What it's meant to do instead is fire at a specific, living target and stimulate their body in order for them to grow enormous." Marmalade hopped off of the computer station, a devious twinkle in his eyes. "I won't be burning the city to a crisp, I'll be rampaging through it."

"Oh my god, that is evil!" Mr. Wolf was taken aback by the bizarre plot described to him. Still, he wasn't about to sit idly by while the city that he lived in got demolished. "You won't be able to do any of that while I'm here."

"Ha! You had a chance to stop me, but that was, hmm, literally any other time but now." Marmalade impishly laughed as he wandered into the open space of the room.

Adrenaline rushing through his veins at the sight of the laser powering up, Mr. Wolf jumped at the chance to halt the insidious guinea pig's plan, only to stop when he machine fired out that hit the fluffy rodent square in the back. In an instant he could see the instrument working as programmed as the telltale sound of fabric tearing sounded throughout the room. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, would you look at that?" Marmalade brought an arm up to his face, the swelling bulk splitting the sleeve in twain. "The device works like a charm."

Mr. Wolf's brain couldn't process what his eyes were telling it. Over the course of a couple moments, the small rodent had doubled in size, shredding right through his suit like it was made out of tissue paper. The material fell to the floor in ribbons of confetti, piling around his archenemy's feet. He would've charged at the little bastard right then and there, but the spectacle of the laser's output stopped him in his tracks.

The image of his nemesis being a short, chubby guinea pig had all but dissipated, instead introducing the sight of a musclebound rodent in its place, with the only garment remaining on the other man's body being a pair of briefs that acted like posing trunks. A chiseled torso as wide as he was tall had been ensured by the laser, giving him the appearance of a professional bodybuilder in whatever class he'd be accepted into.

"I will admit, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I built the thing, but I can't complain with the results," Marmalade pressed at his pecs, fascinated with what had been accomplished so far. "Huh, I kinda like this."

Mr. Wolf, on the other hand, knew that this was disastrous. "Ah shit..." He panicked trying to come up with a plan, so he did what came naturally to him and lunged at the guinea pig, only to miss because his adversary was still small enough to dodge his attacks.

"Ah, ah, ah! I told you already, you're too late for that." As if to demonstrate how far ahead that he'd thought, Marmalade stepped to the side to illustrate how the beam followed him wherever he went. "Impressive, right?"

Mr. Wolf grunted as he tried to contemplate what his next move should be. No matter how quick he was, the rodent was still nimble enough to get out of the way. That made him set his sights on the computer instead. "Let me see..." The console was open to use since his enemy had stepped away from it, but it wasn't like it mattered whether or not he had access to it. It took barely any time at all for him to acknowledge that, even though no one was stopping him from looking through the database stored in the system, he'd never seen a setup like this before and therefore couldn't figure out how to navigate to the program that he wanted. "Uh..."

"Are you stuck already? You oughta just give up and watch the show," Marmalade gloated, enjoying the poses that he was able to make for the first time in his life. "You've got a first-class view of the destruction to your beloved city. That's not something you can pay for, so enjoy it!"

Mr. Wolf would do no such thing, but he was absolutely stuck in trying to deal with this infernal computer. If he could get to some screen that actually showed him some way to shut down the laser then he'd be in business. He had to think about how best to work around this. "If I can't stop the process through the computer," he mused, casting his gaze back onto the burgeoning bastard, "then I'll just stop it the old-fashioned way. Maybe it only works at a certain distance or something."

With haste, he set out to execute his plan, the results of which he was unsure of. He himself hesitated in thinking that it'd be a success, but he literally had no other options available. While the guinea pig had been preoccupied with admiring his bulging physique, he tackled his fluffy adversary to the ground, his own body crossing paths with the beam of light.

The laser hadn't been properly calibrated to react quickly enough to a sudden shift of the mark that it was growing, let alone the introduction of new DNA. Instead of rejecting it and continuing to focus on embiggening the guinea pig, it instead registered the canine as a new target instantaneously and concentrated its growth rays onto him. It was an acceptable thing for the programming to do as there was no failsafe involved to prevent such a thing from happening in the first place.

Mr. Wolf felt the wind knocked out of him by his tumble start to return to him, his eyes lighting up when he saw that the beam wasn't focused on the guinea pig anymore. "Oh wow, that actually worked." He hadn't realized why that was yet.

Marmalade, however, figured it out in an instant when he saw the laser targeting the lupine instead of himself. "No, that was meant for me!" He screamed and charged at his adversary.

Initially confused, Mr. Wolf soon figured out what his archenemy was getting at when he heard a tear erupt from behind him - his suit had ripped open along his back! Then more came, with his arms and legs following suit. "Woah!" He pushed himself to his feet, amazed at how quickly this was all taking place. The most shocking thing was that he hadn't started getting taller yet!

"This wasn't meant to happen!" Marmalade grunted as he tried to push back at his nemesis, only to get stopped when the swelling canine held him in place with only a hand.

"It wasn't meant to happen, and yet it is," Mr. Wolf sniggered, enjoying how much the smaller man struggled to do nothing. "Guess you weren't as diligent in your work as you'd thought you were."

Marmalade snarled, not enjoying being talked down to again. "Don't think you've won already!" He smacked the lupine's hand out of his face before sending his attention back to the console. An idea formed in his head. On a hunch, he tapped away at the computer terminal until he brought up the targeting menu and, sure enough, there was the wolf's genetic profile directly underneath his own. He shut it off before rushing back over in an instant.

The feeling of having his body growing was unlike anything that Mr. Wolf had experienced before in his life. It was strange, but so good! He reveled in the way that his clothing ripped to tatters, his form bloating with musculature that he'd never had before. It was nice in the way that a full-body massage was, the laser providing a calming warmth that radiated throughout his limbs as they thickened seemingly out of thin air. All parts of his body were apparently affected as his prodigious wolfhood had punched through the thin fabric of his boxers and sheared them with pleasured might.

He found himself cut off from the rest of the world as he relished in his newfound bulk, only coming to when he realized that it stopped for whatever reason. That was when he felt something smaller than him begin to attack him, confusing him more than anything else.

"All of that was supposed to be mine," Marmalade pushed at the bulkier canine. "You've ruined everything!"

"I wouldn't say everything." Mr. Wolf grinned, content with how high his thick bicep could rise now when he flexed it. "You can't say that I don't look good like this. I know you think the same way about yourself."

The begrudging agreement that Marmalade felt caused a rosy pink blush to appear across his face. "Well, as upset as I am that you stole the progress that was so unmistakably mine, I can't help but admit that you wear the size well." The sight of the larger wolf made his heart flutter, as well as rush blood to his pelvis.

Mr. Wolf felt like he was on top of the world for a brief moment in time. Not only had he stopped his adversary from needlessly destroying the very city that he loved so much, but he also got the rodent to admit how hot he looked! It felt incredible, but that was the problem. His tail had begun wagging at the compliment that he'd received, as well as his cock throbbing and oozing forth preseed. This was the worst possible thing that could've happened right at that moment. "Oh no!"

Having grown to be eye-level with the lupine's crotch, Marmalade had full view of the power that a simple nugget of praise had over his nemesis. His mouth contorted into a devilish grin. "Oh yes."

"No, I won't let this happen," Mr. Wolf grunted, steeling his nerves for the inevitable onslaught coming his way. "I won't succumb to your praise."

"Is that so? Then you don't want to hear about how amazing I think your arms look in this light?" Marmalade wore a shit-eating grin a mile wide. "They're so deliciously thick, and the way they tore out of your suit was divine."

Mr. Wolf gasped as his pole belched forth another dollop of pre, causing it to run in rivulets down his length. "Fuck!" The rate of speed in which his tail wagged behind him could easily power the building that the two muscular men stood in and then some. "You really are an evil bastard."

"It's amusing how easy it is to manipulate your body," Marmalade asserted, loving how effortless it was to activate the canine's libido. "If you didn't want to be so easily subdued, you should've just been complimented more when you were younger."

"Oh yeah, because I had total control over that." The way that his prick pulsed in sync with his rising heartbeat caused Mr. Wolf to whimper. He'd never been this horny before, though he'd never had someone practically salivate over his body either.

"Just like you have control over how bulky your pectorals are? Those things could make any man green with envy!" Seeing the other man buckle to his knees delighted Marmalade. He kept thinking of what else that he could say to his archenemy, all the while chuckling under his breath at the situation that the pair of them found themselves in. "And those legs; so compact, and yet so brawny. I imagine you'd be able to kick your way through a door with ease."

The rodent had lost all reluctance in only praising Mr. Wolf through words, now confident enough to caress his swollen form with every compliment. "Do you do this to every guy you try to get rid of?" He huffed as the constant adoration got him panting while ending up on his back.

"No, just the cute ones." Marmalade shot the canine a sly wink before moving back to massaging his adversary's beef. "And what an exquisite-looking neck you have there, ready to make bulls everywhere panic that some smaller animal could one day eclipse them!" The more that he pushed the canine's buttons, the more that he pushed his own. His shaft had grown rock-hard in his briefs and it begged to be let out. "And how about this cock, hmm? You'd be the pinnacle of masculinity with this thing, with every man in the world being lucky to even catch a glimpse of it." Having already dropped all pretenses of modesty, he had no qualms about running his tongue along the quivering flesh, savouring the taste of that meatlog in all of its glory. He knew what had to be done in order to win.

The single act of his crotch rocket getting tongued was enough to send ripples of euphoric bliss shooting up Mr. Wolf's spine, sending him over the edge of orgasm far harder than he'd ever done previously. He moaned aloud as his cumpipe bulged, shooting out white, hot wolfbatter as the guinea pig ducked out of the way. Several thick ropes of seed blasted from his turgid pupmaker before his grapefruit-sized balls felt sated, exhausting him in an instant as he laid there in his ejaculate.

"There we are!" Marmalade congratulated himself on his efforts before pushing himself to his feet. "That oughta keep him out of my way now." He started padding back over to the console, only to stop himself when the confining fabric of his briefs grew too unbearable to ignore. The material tore with just a single yank of the waistband, the elastic ripping as if torn apart by a machine. "Okay, that's much better."

With the lupine now out of the way, he tapped at the terminal to restart the process. In an instant he felt the warm beam of growth bathing over him, the laser discharging pure energy into the smaller man. Well, he wouldn't stay that way for long.

The power from the beam enveloped him, amplifying his already virile rodent essence even further. He groaned in delight as densely-packed muscle piled onto his frame at an increasing rate, his throbbing pillar also gaining mass. More and more he felt his physique defying the expectations of his species. He filled out to the point where his body could go nowhere else but up.

Like with his broadening shoulders, Marmalade's height surged the longer that he had the laser focused onto him. Foot after foot had been tacked onto his body, allowing for the dozens of pounds of sumptuous bulk piling onto him under his stretching pelt to be accommodated for. He reveled in his gains, easily surpassing even the largest of rodents in the world, only his ascension was far from over.

His frame rose to over five feet tall, higher than he thought someone like him could ever reach even with unnatural means; this was only possible with his brilliance, of course. Every passing second grew him thicker all over. His pectorals ballooned to the point where they were permanently in front of his face, his traps thickened so much that his neck started disappearing under so much muscle mass, his rippling quads bloated bigger than telephone poles... He was already so impressive, and yet he was nowhere near close to finishing.

Marmalade moaned in delight as his swollen endowment pushed against the underside of his burgeoning pectorals, neither body part strong enough to push the other aside despite the strength inherent in both. He'd become a veritable colossus at this point, and he only wanted more. The width of his winglike lats alone could cause doorways to cry out in anguish if he tried to squeeze through them, not to mention his monstrously huge chest doing the same with how it protruded out several feet. It was official - he was a total stud, and no one else on the planet could ever compare to his majesty.

A groan escaped past Mr. Wolf's lips as he slowly recovered from his exertion. He staggered to his feet, rubbing his bleary eyes to try and see what was going on around him, only to gasp when he saw the titan that the guinea pig had become.

It seemed like he'd only been out for several minutes, but that was enough for his nemesis to explode in size and become a bona fide mountain of muscle mass. He stared at a back with peaks higher than the tallest stacks of shipping containers outside, while also wide enough to brush along their corrugated metal if he were to stand in the walkway. Was the laser really that powerful?

His eyes had been drawn to the thick arms that the rodent possessed, far surpassing the strength of steel cables as they bulged no matter what movement was made. Legs that put tree trunks to shame tensed every time that his adversary had to shift his position to allow for cum tanks larger than tractor tires to have some space. And then there was the other man's gargantuan ass, dimpled glutes ballooned so huge that they could crush a tank simply by sitting on it. Every single observation aroused him to the point that his cock stood proud at full mast; why was he liking this so much?! He had to put an end to this for good before both the city was reduced to rubble and he willingly jerked himself off.

Mr. Wolf rushed back to the computer, though with uncertainty rushing through him. He felt panic assault his nerves as he tried his best to navigate his way through the computer system. Too many directories described the same thing in his mind in spite of housing different files, confusing him greatly. All hope seemed lost until he discovered exactly what he was looking for - the laser targeting screen!

To his complete surprise, he saw his own profile had been added, although without a name attached to it, though that was a trivial matter. He wanted to see if it was possible to shut off the laser, but it appeared that the fluffy bastard made it impossible to manage anything regarding the program without having access to an administrative account. Any optimism that he once held began to fizzle as the reality of the situation set in, only to immediately come back to him when he realized that the system was saying to connect his profile to an admin account. So there was a chance after all.

With the most fortunate luck that he'd had in a long time, Mr. Wolf uncovered that there was a loophole in the system that the guinea pig hadn't caught - he could say that he wanted to attach the profile to a new account, thus granting him the ability to create one! He did so with gusto, a grin cracking his face as he submitted a password to protect it. He was in.

The account allowed him full admission to the entirety of what the program was capable of doing, with the sole exception of messing with any other administrator account, to his dismay. It did, however, give him the right to revoke permission for any target that the laser could focus on. With a mischievous grin, he withdrew his acceptance to grow the rodent, forcing the machine to switch targets to the only available profile remaining - himself.

The sensation hit him almost instantly as he watched the laser whip around to fire the beam at him, though surprised that his nemesis hadn't caught on yet; he wagered that the guinea pig was far too enamored with all of his enormity to notice. His excitement to have the same thing happen to him was palpable.

Right away he could feel the effects of the beam take place. His bulk groaned as it grew, the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in a fraction of a second to force himself bigger, much to his delight. His arms swelled as he flexed them, the bicep becoming split-peaked as delicious heft piled onto him. Just feeling it grow in his grasp was enough to send a shudder of ecstasy hurtling through his nervous system.

More groans of pleasure vibrated in his throat as he felt his own chest balloon like it was connected to an air compressor. The twin slabs of muscle resembled boulders that had formed from millions of years of exposure to the elements, though he was positive that his pecs could crush any rock shoved between them, and he was raring to try it.

His torso astonished him in how wide it had swelled, though he didn't question it too much as it just meant that more sumptuous bulk could be added onto his frame. His abdominals popped into existence, going from looking like bricks in a wall, to cinder blocks stacked on top of each other. The only thing more impressive than his abs would be the way that his titanic traps swallowed the entirety of his neck, leaving him less mobility to glance around the room, but he didn't mind that in the slightest.

Mr. Wolf's legs were one of the biggest recipients of his gains, bloating up to the point that the decorative columns from ancient structures couldn't compare to their might. His quads could turn cars into discs of metal, glass, and plastic, while his calves had grown large enough to put an average person's width to shame. That wasn't to say anything of his gorgeous ass cheeks, who'd swelled up with enough densely-packed musculature to crater the ground were he to slam it on the ground. Adonis had nothing on him!

The worship that he mentally gave himself throbbed his cock wildly, veins snaking along the flesh like roads on a map. It gushed forth a glob of pre that travelled down a length that rivalled lampposts. He'd love to take care of his urges, but there was no way that he could do that without his archenemy noticing. Say, what was the rodent up to?

Lost in his own immensity, Marmalade hadn't even noticed that the laser stopped firing on him for several moments now. The feeling of his tremendous pectorals right in front of his face was surreal, but welcome, shoving his muzzle right in between to better acquaint himself with the musk trapped within. It enticed him to continue on.

He lapped at his engorged heft with vigour that he'd never had before, though it didn't matter as this was all that he cared about now. He loved how huge he'd gotten, and he wanted more. More size to destroy with, more muscle to worship, more cock to stroke to completion... just more of him in general!

It was only then that he realized that he wasn't getting more. He stopped his self-worship and looked around, his eyes landing on the laser and recoiling in horror when he saw that it'd stopped focusing its energy onto him. Hysteric confusion rocketed through his system as he looked for the cause, only to find it seconds later - that damned wolf!

Frenzied, Marmalade rushed over to his nemesis as fast as his brawny limbs could take him and tried to take back what he felt was rightfully his. "That's mine, you aren't supposed to be affected by the laser at all!"

"Is it, though?" Mr. Wolf flashed the frantic rodent a winning smile. "It doesn't seem to like you at the moment, which works out well for me."

"What did you do?!" Marmalade dreaded every passing second that the beam stuck to the lupine, hating that no matter what he did to try and block the laser, it still managed to find a way to his adversary, especially painless given how the canine continued surging larger with each moment that went by.

Mr. Wolf relished having the upper hand. "Wouldn't you like to know," he smirked, finally starting to reach the colossal size that the guinea pig contained. He couldn't lie, he totally understood what the other man liked about this whole thing.

"Yes, I very much would!" Completely frantic, Marmalade thought of every possibility that could've gotten his archenemy to take control of the laser, ultimately landing on the computer with his eyes bulging out as wide as saucers in terrified realization. His brain made quick work of the information presented on the screen, admonishing himself for not entirely stopping the ability to create an admin account on the system. Admitting defeat, he took the only option available to him and revoked permission to grow the canine, powering down the laser in full.

Mr. Wolf, unlike the guinea pig, noticed right away that his ascension had halted, much to his chagrin. "Aw, I was just getting to the good part!"

"There _is_no good part with you stealing my growth!" Marmalade roared. His chest heaved with every laboured breath that he took, though his feelings soon took a very different turn the longer that he stared at his asshole of an adversary. Everything that he loved about himself was present in the wolf, who'd blown up to exactly the same size as he did. Seeing arms that could shear through concrete like it was cotton candy, legs that made redwoods blush, and a head surrounded by meaty pectorals and traps that kept it locked looking directly forward caused his cock to throb with arousal, while also enraging him that all of that bulk wasn't a part of him!

"See something you like?" Mr. Wolf smirked at the staring rodent, only until he saw the other man charge at him with fury in his eyes. He braced himself by sticking his hands out and grabbing the ones that were about to clutch onto him, locking the pair of colossi in a war of strength, though one that neither could particularly win due to them being evenly matched.

Marmalade growled as he pushed as hard as he could, his arms doubling in size at full flexion. "Why do you care so much about this city?" He spit through gritted teeth. "Everyone living here despises you!"

"Because I wouldn't have anywhere to live if you flattened it!" Mr. Wolf countered with his own might, his chest tensing in return. "And it's not like every single last person here hates me. I know my friends have noticed I'm missing."

"Is that why they haven't come looking for you at all?"

"They'll find me, I know they will!" It pained Mr. Wolf that he couldn't push against his nemesis any harder than he already was, but at least the same was happening to the guinea pig.

Marmalade grunted in frustration at not having the upper hand. He needed something to give him the advantage over the wolf, but struggled trying to think of something that gave him leverage. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. "Oh yes, and they'll see just how sexy you've become!" He let out an evil chuckle.

Instantly, Mr. Wolf felt a surge of erotic pleasure blast through his system, his body's grip on the rodent faltering. "Fuck, not now!" He didn't care to chew out his adversary, solely focusing his energy onto keeping his libido contained.

"It'd be hard to miss this heaping hunk of wolf. I should know, I can't tear my eyes away from you!" Marmalade laid the praise on thick, though not at the expense of his own rodenthood spilling forth precum at an alarming rate. "Woof, what a beefcake!"

Mr. Wolf whimpered as his limbs buckled like they did previously. The more compliments thrown his way, the easier he'd lose the battle. He simply couldn't stop his body from basking in the praise given to him, his tail wagging hard enough to level a house being evidence enough. He had to think quickly as he was certain that the next round of adoration would bring him to his knees.

"Do you think you'd be able to topple a skyscraper at your size? I bet you could, considering that you've passed twenty feet of width no problem. Just think of the thousands of pounds of bulk at your disposal." Marmalade bit his lower lip, more preseed splashing to the floor below. He wasn't sure if he'd cum before the lupine did, but he needed to make sure that his archenemy didn't take control of the situation. "A behemoth of your stature could rip the building in half!"

That was the last straw that Mr. Wolf could take. Despite the impossible strength present in his gargantuan legs, they couldn't withstand the sheer reverence being tossed his way by the inconceivably handsome guinea pig. He felt powerless to stop himself from capitulating to his desire to be praised, only to think of how to use it to his advantage at the last second. Quickly shifting his stance, he let the other man think that the upper hand belonged to him, only to overpower his nemesis by twisting his legs, sending the rodent hurtling to the ground with himself on top. Not ideal, but much easier to work with!

This was the absolute last thing that Marmalade wanted. Not only had his shaft been spewing out a lake of precum simply by thinking about how impeccably mighty the canine was, but now he'd been pinned beneath the colossal canine powerhouse. His expression contorted into one of frustration, annoyed at how he'd been thwarted so easily. Not that his body minded, of course.

Mr. Wolf, on the other hand, felt nothing but amusement at flipping the tables on the conniving rodent. "Enjoying this? Because I am!" He playfully grinned. The thought of wanting to show his adversary what he'd had to deal with every time that he got praised had been raised in his mind, though he racked his brain on how best to show that. Fortunately for him, it barely took any time at all for the perfect idea to hit him. "How's about I give you a taste of your own medicine, huh?"

"What? What are you-" Marmalade didn't have the chance to blurt out the last part of his sentence before his thick nipples had been besieged upon by the crafty lupine. He moaned in spite of how much he tried to fight the lascivious sensation coursing through his veins, his body acting of its own accord. Preseed production ramped up as a result, matting the fur coating his impossible bulk. This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

The knowledge of the guinea pig caving into the same lewd desires that he'd had forced upon him brought Mr. Wolf great pleasure, though he couldn't prevent his own flow from leaking out of the tip of his dick. Being told how amazing he was frayed his nerves to no end, with the pressure of the other man's diamond-hard python only adding to the exhilarating sensation.

Marmalade knew that he had to do something if he didn't want to be overpowered by his nemesis. Using all the strength that he still possessed after having his nips manhandled, he forced his hands against the heavy trunk of the canine, pushing as hard as he possibly could to heave the other man onto the ground. It might look like he'd gained a foothold in the battle, but he was just as ready to climax as his archenemy was, perhaps even moreso.

Mr. Wolf had stopped caring about whatever their petty spat had been about, his hormones only making him focus on his imminent release. He turned to face the other man knowing that the rodent felt the same way. "Hey," he wheezed through panting breaths, "truce?"

"Truce?" Marmalade almost couldn't understand what was being asked of him as he flipped himself onto his side. "Truce? What for?!"

"For this." Mr. Wolf grabbed onto his adversary's prodigious pillar, one that rose above their heads like his own, and yanked it towards his face. He slavered all along the head, digging his tongue beneath the glans to taste the salty, bunched up foreskin. How he'd never thought to do this to even himself, he'll never know.

His eyes scrunching up at the immense euphoria shooting through his nervous system, Marmalade felt his heart rate skyrocketing from the worship to his cock. "Pervert wolf!" As if matters couldn't get any worse, the lupine's pole throbbed in front of his nose, the unyielding stench of masculinity imprinting itself onto his brain. He couldn't stop himself from taking the other man's length and making love to it, tonguing the head in much the same way. At least if he was going to shoot his load, then his rival would too.

More and more Mr. Wolf lapped at the musky cockflesh, heat wafting from it the longer that he clutched onto it. He groaned uncontrollably as he lapped up all the salty pre that his tongue could reach. His hands became coated in the slimy substance, letting him stroke the colossal log of guinea pig fuckmeat like it was his own. It might as well have been considering that the pair of musclebeasts both wanted the same thing.

Marmalade felt his body tense up, his multitonnage dominating whatever space the wolf allowed him. He licked and loved the crotch rocket in his mitts, swallowing down all the masculine pre that was sent his way. His mind didn't even register the flow increasing the more than time passed. The only signal that he got from the canine was a sudden bucking of that leviathan rod coupled with some strained grunted, culminating in a howling cry that caused untold litres of seed to gush from the head of the obelisk that he was holding. That was all that he was waiting for.

Much like his own, Mr. Wolf felt the prick in his grasp erupt in a fiery eruption of lust, spraying pearlescent cum across the room. The other man's pillar acted on its own at that point, occasionally showering his body in bucketloads of rodent jizz. Not like he minded at all as he was busy doing the same thing.

The pleasure overloading his brain was indescribable to Marmalade, who didn't care in the slightest how much of the lupine's spunk drenched his impossible form. What mattered to him was being the biggest, studliest behemoth of a guinea pig imaginable, with everything else taking a back seat to that. He didn't need an army of his own kind to lead when himself was all that was needed. It wasn't like any others even held this kind of size in high regard anyway.

Gargantuan balls fully pulled up to his crotch, Mr. Wolf held nothing back as he geysered out everything that his testosterone factories produced in however long he'd been huge. The sensation of emptying his orbs was intoxicating, thrilling him to his core as he fired off rope after sticky rope of seed with reckless abandon. Even though his flow felt like it was coming to an end, it already got him thinking of when the next time that he'd get to do this would be, if there was a next time, at least. No, he'd make a next time!

Marmalade was left a groaning mess as his firehose of a cock spewed its last vestiges of rodentbatter, thoroughly spent from unleashing the largest orgasm of his life. He wagered that not even all the climaxes from every guinea pig that had ever lived in the city could even compare to the mighty explosion of release that he'd just had. He was the be-all and end-all of virile rodent masculinity, the greatest that ever would be!

Mr. Wolf couldn't stop his tongue from lolling out of his mouth after gushing out more cum than could reasonably fit inside of a water tower. He'd never felt so content in his life, though realized that he wouldn't have been able to feel this way had it not been for the rodent that he'd practically just made love to. It made him feel weird, but he'd get over that at some point.

Marmalade, meanwhile, was most definitely not in the mood to share in their revelry. "You think you've probably bested me, but you haven't," he sputtered. "I know that I'll still be able to enact my plan one way or another."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Mr. Wolf chuckled through staccato breaths. "See, what you fail to realize is that I'm still kind of a gigantic hurdle that you won't be able to overcome so easily."

"Oh, please. There's no possible way that you could even understand the basic concepts of my work," Marmalade wheezed out, confident in his creation. "You had struggles navigating the menus. How could you realistically paint yourself as a problem that I'd have to deal with?"

Now Mr. Wolf knew that he had the guinea pig right where he wanted the other man. "That's simple! I might not be able to fully understand the entire capabilities of your computer system without Webs guiding me through it, however, I _do_know that I'm more than capable of smashing it all to rubble with an errant swing of a closed fist."

Of all the things that the lupine could've said, that had to have been the last thing that Marmalade wanted to hear. "No, you can't!" He struggled to heave his colossal bulk upright, compromising by leaning onto one of his mind-bogglingly enormous arms. "You won't have any way to shrink yourself back down if you do that."

"So we _can_shrink..." Mr. Wolf mumbled under his breath, his brain formulating a different plan. "That's just the price I'm willing to pay to keep you from destroying the city. That being said, I do have another idea that we could do instead." Like his adversary, he pushed himself up onto his meaty forearms.

Marmalade grumbled, not liking where this conversation was headed. "Alright, you have my undivided attention."

"I say we do this again sometime soon."

Of all the things that the lupine could've said, that had to have been the absolute best thing that Marmalade wanted to hear. Still, that didn't mean that it made complete sense to him. "You what?" He felt like his brain nearly short-circuited at his archenemy proposing such a ludicrous, though intriguing, proposal.

"Uh, well, I've enjoyed myself at this size." Mr. Wolf bashfully admitted, growing flush as he admired how his pecs sat scant centimetres away from the tip of his muzzle "In a weird way, it kinda feels a bit natural."

"I honestly can't say that I hated this either." Marmalade, too, felt a crimson blush overtake his face as he fondled his incredible bulk. "So what's this grand scheme that you've concocted then?"

"Okay. So both of our genetic information has been logged into your system, with neither of us able to remove the other's account without their permission, correct?" Mr. Wolf cocked a brow. "We both have to be present for this machine to work, and it got me thinking that we could potentially replicate this evening whenever we wanted. You get an outlet for your emotional frustration, and I get an outlet for my sexual frustration." Were he able to let his grin stretch wider, he would've. "Do we have a deal?"

Marmalade was conflicted. The prospect of having to interact with this troublemaker of a wolf felt terrible to him considering that his foolproof plan had been thwarted so easily, however, no one else had made him feel quite as good as he did just now. His decision had been made in a matter of seconds. "Deal."