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"Haah, finally home."

The dingo sighed as he entered his little, empty apartment. Rusty looked around with a bit of tired satisfaction before reaching out towards the light switch and flicked it on, illuminating the once dark house. The rust-furred dingo stretched his arms around before trudging to his kitchen, dropping his bag on the sofa on the way.

As always, work was a chore, mostly pushing papers and all that typing jazz, but it was something that the dingo had gotten used to. It was a constant in his new life and despite the stress of the workplace, it was quite a welcome feeling. His neighbors probably helped in that, to be honest.

The brown-furred dingo immediately opened his fridge once he was in his little kitchen, pulling out a pitcher of lemonade and drinking it straight up, all while loosening his tie with his free hand. It was crass but it wasn't like anyone's watching. The slim dingo laughs at himself as he sighed, feeling his thirst quenched for now.

And then he felt his hunger almost immediately. He patted his slim belly, chuckling as he rummaged for his shelf.

"Now, what should I have for dinner this time?" He said, shuffling through various flavors of TV dinner.

This was the simple life of Rusty; a short, slim, unassuming dingo that, for his neighbors, just appeared here one day a few months ago. His mannerisms were crass and sometimes can't recognize proper social cues, but the dingo seemed eager to learn and slowly but surely became quite an overly eager yet friendly face in his workplace and around the neighborhood.

Quite an achievement for a god like him.

"Ah, there it is!" Rusty shouted as he grabbed a certain microwavable dinner from his shelf; steak and potatoes, his favorite. The powerful god of a dingo chuckled as he immediately heated his dinner at the microwave, watching the boxed dinner spin around with just as much amusement as he did when he first saw it.

"Look at it go..." He mused, chugging more of his lemonade as he tapped a blunt claw against his countertops.

The unassuming god was quite a curious one, even among his peers. Rusty, as he was affectionately called due to his fur color, became quite content to live among the mortals, enjoying their company for a good while now. While he did expect the usual problems he had heard from his fellow divine ones, like getting used to their mortal bodies and integrating into their society, he had the luck of having some amazing neighbors who set him up with a fake identity, an apartment, and even a job. He's not gonna question how they did it or even why they did it, but he's not gonna look at the gift horse in the mouth. In return, they had not, even once, questioned where he came from and who he really is. A good deal, if you ask him.

Honestly, that's for the best. While he DID want to show them the reason he was a god in the first place, he decided it was better for him to just lay down and enjoy a mortal's life. That was the reason he was here in the first place, anyway.

*DING*

"Hmm? Oh, nice!" The dingo immediately grabbed his oven muffs, learning from his previous mistake, and pulled out his dinner. His tail wagged seeing the goopy mess of potatoes on one corner and the somewhat warm steak on the other. It didn't matter to him, he was already salivating. He grabbed a fork from his shelf and ate it right then and there, enjoying his heated-up steak and potatoes quietly.

This was, frankly, quite a nice life he's living right now.

The dingo sighed, leaning on the counter as he continued to feed himself, thinking about his life so far. It was nice, talking to other people, exploring the greens and the grays of the world, and just experiencing some firsts that he would never have thought.

Still, while he was content, there was something he missed from his life as a god. Something that was, for him, quite a major part of his identity.

His impossibly massive, bulging muscles.

The dingo sighed as he eyed his right arm, the sleeves so loose as moved it around, even flexing it. Seeing it so...thin was still something that he could never get used to.

As decided by them, the gods, they have to suppress their power if they ever want to visit or even stay in the mortal realm. Sadly, as the god of pure, unbridled strength and neverending muscle growth, the dingo had to give up his mighty muscles for a more...lankier body. While it hasn't soured his experience here, he WAS starting to miss his powerful physique more and more.

Especially so when he saw mortals having quite large muscles of their own.

Rusty scoffed, taking a big chomp of his steak. These mortals are no match to him, of course. His muscles were far, far grander than what these mortals could ever imagine in their lifetimes, but seeing them flex about, being proud of their stature made him miss his mass more than ever. While all the gods are equally powerful, he was well-known to be THE biggest amongst all of them, known to be a towering presence that scares the lesser gods, even up to this day. Especially so since, even until now, his true form continues to grow bigger, larger, never stopping.

The dingo sighed as he shamelessly licked the remaining mashed potatoes and sauce on the box before throwing the box away. He stretched his entire body around feeling it move a bit.

Honestly, the fact that he could MOVE his body was the biggest surprise for him when he first arrived here. He had to learn how to walk after so long being immobilized!

"Hmm..." Rusty hummed to himself, walking back to his living room as an idea formed in his mind. Maybe he could...return to his true form, or maybe even just a fraction of it, for a while? That idea bounced around his head for quite a while until he saw himself in the mirror, the small dress shirt slightly loose, his overall frame unbecoming of his status as a god, even as a mortal...

"...yeah, I'm doing it."

With a grin on his face and his tie finally removed from his body he texted his boss and his neighbors that he will be gone for a long while, citing that he'll be back to his old place, which isn't a lie, to be fair. After that, he immediately ran out of the building with a wide grin on his face.

Now, time to find someplace to ascend safely.

***

"Now THIS is a perfect place." The dingo said, placing his paws on his hips as he admired the wide, empty field all round him. It took a while to find something like this, but this place was utterly perfect; there wasn't a building in sight, not even a tree. He nodded, this should be enough. By the point his mass would collide against the cities, he should be big enough that his divine aura would take effect now and would prevent any destruction whatsoever.

The dingo chuckled as he walked around the grassy plains, paws in his pockets as he enjoyed the quietness of the night, just the overall atmosphere of this place. It was peaceful, a different kind of peace that he was used to all this time here.

It's too bad he's gonna ruin all that peace in a few moments.

"Let's get this party started." Rusty said as he started focusing, picturing a metaphorical lock keeping his powers at bay. The dingo god only needed a sliver of it, just a tiny fraction of his power to feel satisfied. He imagined grabbing a drop of power, a drop of pure, godly ether and already he could feel his body reacting to it.

Rusty grinned, already feeling his muscles bulging, flexing larger and larger for every breath.

He didn't even have to look to see that his musculature inflated, muscle fibers destroyed and renewed in an alarming rate as his shirt, his pants, all felt full of his own brawn. HIs too-loose clothing suddenly was not enough. This energy, this power flowing through him, he MISSED it.

He let out a low, reverberating howl as he felt his pecs jump to times its size, bursting through the polo for him to see. His biceps and triceps ripped out of his sleeves, each mound slowly becoming bigger than his own head. His shoulders, his traps all rose against his head, his back thickened until it overshadowed his lower back. His torso was becoming heavier than any of these mortals could ever achieve, and he was just starting.

Especially since his legs were just starting to catch up. His quads immediately ripped out of his pants, inner thighs colliding against each other as muscle fibers thicker than a mortal's forearms surged all around. His calves all became bigger than those Christmas hams. His overall stature was not increased in the slightest, which further amplifies how...massive he is right now.

Well, for mortals' standards, at least. For him, this was merely nothing.

Still, he decided to savor this entire thing. Moving about his limbs and feeling resistance from his own muscles colliding, trying to fight each other for space. "Yeeeaaaah, I miss this." Rusty mused as he did pose after pose, each one made his muscles bulged impossibly. The heft, the heaviness, the sheer power, it was something he liked so much as the god of sheer power.

But of course, there's still more of that released power to be consumed. Rusty smiled. "Time to be BIG!"

And with a flick of his wrist, he felt his arms literally balloon in size. The biceps and triceps that were larger than his head became larger than car wheels, then truck wheels, growing bigger and bigger until his entire arms felt heavier than the rest of his body. The circumference of his limbs greater than his own height as he felt the growth move into his delts and shoulders, impossible bulk inflating his shoulders, his forearms catching up to his upper arms until his entire arms looked like redwoods. The dingo laughed as he tried to move them, lugging them around and feeling muscle fibers thicker than a mortal's torso come to life.

Of course, the rest of his torso caught up with the growth, especially his pecs. His pectorals inflated so much that his entire vision was just his own flesh and meat, standing taller and heavier than motors. His back joined in, making him twice as thick as he was as tall. His traps, shoulders had risen up incredibly, blocking his vision even more as his neck swollen to a massive degree. It was all so much, the immobility now setting in.

It was all so...good. He couldn't believe that such a feeling would induce such nostalgia in him.

He could feel his trunk solidify into an impossible wall of muscles before being covered by his still growing pecs. Such a shame too, as not 6, not even 8, but 12 bricks of iron muscle popped out of his midsection, so thick and dense with muscle as his legs inflated even more.

Oh, his legs! The top-heavy dingo laughed as felt his inner thighs pushed against each other even more, his quads going beyond the teardrop shape he saw from the mortal bodybuilders, showing a glimpse of his divinity to anyone who decided to walk in the middle of nowhere tonight. He didn't even bother widening his stance, he knew it was for naught as his thighs continued to surge into impossible sizes. His calves weren't going behind, already thicker than some people's torso as it too pumped into such a size mortals would consider unnatural.

All of this, and the dingo could feel his entire body still growing. His immobility now setting in as he could barely move, unnaturally massive arms and legs now felt so useless with so much muscle, the paradoxical statement of being too strong was something he cherished, even in such a smaller size.

And yet, this isn't even a fraction of the power he released. Far from it. He wanted to feel bigger, to feel even stronger than he was. Sure he was the size of a car, but there was still more. Most of that little drop of power was still there, unused and waiting for him, and what kind of god was he that he would let such a thing go to waste?

Rusty nodded to himself. Right, there was more growing to be done. With a little nod of his head, he let more of that drop of power enter his body, godly ether infusing his muscles with just as godly strength that was about to explode.

Rusty smirked. And with that, the flood of mass began.

From the outside perspective, it was hard to describe what happened. In one second, the dingo was a bulging, immobile sphere of muscle, slightly bigger than a car, already a monstrous figure of overloaded strength. But now, the dingo was even more than that. Hundreds of pounds, no, thousands of pounds of thick, dense muscles continued to pile up inside his body, covering the greenish plains with his brown fur as he grew tons heavy in just a few seconds.

His limbs had thickened to the point of being unrecognizable, muscle groups continued to grow uncontrollably, trying to compete to see who's the biggest, the thickest, the widest of them all as the dingo just sat back and watched it all unfold in his little, deepening cave, his head surrounded by flexing, bulging mass that continued to rise up even more.

Rusty could feel a sliver of his divinity come back to him, his eyes slightly glowing white, his fur brightened slightly. Finally, another milestone was reached. His status as a god, or a lesser one for now, was back and he can't wait to continue his re-ascension. He felt his body rumble as more and more mass continued to pile up. He reckoned he was bigger than the two-story apartment building already, mounds of muscles able to fill an entire room by themselves.

And yet, more continue to worm around their body. The precious ether overfilling his limbs, his entire body with untold amounts of muscle. In just a few more seconds, he filled the yards, meters wide field with his own bulk. His head, hands, and feet were all smothered with powerful fibers of muscle. He's now the size of an entire city block, traps and shoulders rising higher than ten-story tall buildings as his bulk continued its way to the city, destruction imminent.

...and yet, not one building was destroyed, not even moved at the slightest. The lesser aura of divinity had done its job fully, hiding his form, rendering him unable to make contact with mortal items. Because of this, his mass had harmlessly passed by the buildings, the people, without making a fuss, letting him freely grow to his heart's content.

And so Rusty did. He savored the moment when his entire body had become wider and thicker than the town he was living in. His measurements, from one edge to another, had now reached miles, and yet that number continued to climb. His entire muscularity smothered the land as he grew the size of a full-blown city, and slowly but surely, the entire country.

Meanwhile, Rusty merely sighed, his mile thick neck flexing a bit. He missed this, this sensation, the unending growth, the continuous flexing of his muscles, the sheer power and strength as he continued to grow even larger. His body was already the size of a football stadium, probably two of them side by side, and he was still growing more for every second.

"This...is the best." Rusty moaned, his nose nuzzled against his mountainous pectorals, enjoying the familiar sweat and musk surrounding him. He could feel, and even see, how his body continued to conquer so much land, so much of the earth. To think this was just the beginning, there was still more power to release. The fact he was barely even close to extinguishing this single drop of his own power made him chuckle.

"Well, time's a wastin! I've got more in me!" Rusty shouted, his voice incredibly deep as he willed his body to become larger, to grow even faster.

And so he did, his entire body erupted into pure muscularity. Muscles on muscles, all-encompassing entire mountains in size, continued to pile even more under his stretched up fur. He could feel the pressure of his own bulk pressing against each other as it continued to augment even further. Entire fields, cities, plains were covered harmlessly by his godly bulk as he felt the power continuing to build up. He was at least the size of a small country now, but there was still more to come, a lot more.

The dingo moaned low, his deep, deep, DEEP chest reverberating, making his fur stand on its ends with how incredibly sexy it felt. Even with just a fraction of that small drop, he was one hell of a canine.

It wasn't long until he covered half of the entire country, his body a massive, almost moon-sized sphere of pure, unbridled power, one that can be seen even from outer space. It was both a boon and a bane that no mortal could see him this way. The amount of worshiping he could amass with his own unearthly bulk would be enough to egg him further.

Hell, even just thinking of all that made him want to grow faster. He was metaphorically parched for that little drop of ether to finally be consumed. Alas, he can't go that fast in taking it all, slow and steady and all that, and so he did.

That doesn't mean his growth slowed down, though. In fact, he was already a massive bump against the earth itself, his sides reaching the oceans around the country as he became even wider than the lands below. It wasn't long before he felt the weakening gravity lose its grip on him as he floated away, his size now bigger than the moon floating by. He was simply massive, no mortal could hope to achieve even a fraction of his power.

Which makes things funnier, as this isn't EVEN his full power.

Rusty breathed in, feeling his chest expand even more, miles upon miles it jutted out before he let the air out, his chest retaining most of its size as his body grew automatically. He tried raising his arms, moving his legs, but it was all for naught. He could move them a few inches before his muscles clashed against each other, like hyper-dense walls pushing one another. Unstoppable object versus immovable force, except it was all his mass, his muscles.

Still, it's time to finally outgrow this entire universe already. The dingo grunted and suddenly his body doubled in size, grotesque muscles growing even immense as he slowly increased his growth rate. He could feel his entire bulk bumping against the earth, the moon trapped in between crevices of his arm. Venus and Mercury all joined in as he engulfed Mars in his backside, somewhere around his left shoulder. The dingo laughed when his mighty pecs had reached the sun while his backside already blocked part of the asteroid belt.

He could feel various spaceships, shuttles all nestled in between his muscles, all intact and unknowing as he grew larger, wider and thicker even more as he conquered the inner solar system. The dingo howled so loudly and low, willing his body to go just a bit faster.

And so it did, as it immediately conquered Jupiter, Uranus just near. He felt the two balls of gas tickling his backside, Neptune somewhere in the middle and Pluto barely even a speck against his stretched up hide. The entire solar system was slowly consumed by his ever-growing body and Rusty could only laugh as he felt his muscles grow even more, the circumference comparable to the overall orbit of the inner planets as he stills urged in size.

He felt entire galaxies, then entire nebulae tickle his hide as he outgrew them all. Various stars, all large, small, and in between were no match for him as the vaguely spherical blob of mass slowly outgrew the entire universe. The dingo all but savored this entire feeling of being bigger than even stars, feeling the heat of each one warm his muscles and fur. Even such things as black holes were no match for him. The force of his muscles clashing was too strong for them as he kept on growing, more and more...

Eventually, he could feel the wall signaling the end of the universe. He smirked. "That was fast." Rusty mumbled as he felt his bulk overcrowd, more and more mass being stopped by the thin yet strong wall.

But alas, even such a wall was no match as he flexed his entire body, his entire musculature causing a wave of power as he broke through the wall, outgrowing the universe proper. He didn't even stop, as the dingo god grew more and more, various universes being swallowed by his own bulk as he kept on going. The feeling of immensity continued to pile up as muscles measuring millions, trillions of lightyears continued to thicken, to rise up to such a degree that universes started nestling in between.

He felt tens of them already in between his biceps, some in between the heads of his delts and a lot more on his back as he kept on growing bigger, more muscle, more mass, more density. Just standing still, his muscles kept on clashing, creating and destroying so many black holes in a few seconds. This entire feeling is so erotic, a pleasure that only he could give, to others and to himself.

Especially to himself.

More and more he grew, up until hundred trillions of universes felt like atoms against his stretched-up hide, even when they clumped together. The dingo's muscles were still growing stronger, each breath of his rugged his bulk to grow even thicker than before as he slowly filled the void with his bulk. Rusty could feel the absolute, sheer force of his muscles clashing against each other, the forces beyond any scientific measures as he continued to expand, wider, thicker, even more.

"Yeah, come ON!" Rusty roared, his eyes glowing whiter, his fur becoming more golden as he engulfed the entire space around him with his own might, already feeling the walls crumble before him. The dingo had to laugh as he easily broke through and grew even larger than the multiverse he came from. HIs head, hands, and feet felt like nothing against his own bulk, a familiar feeling, despite how smaller he was compared to his true size.

"Shit, all this thinking of my full size..." Rusty moaned, letting his body conquer the multiverses beside him with his still-growing bulk, he could barely move his limbs right now, the immobility he missed so much finally came back as he kept on growing, and growing.

There's still more to that drop of ether, still. God, it really highlights how much power he had if he had already outsized multiverses, and yet there's still more of that little drop remaining. Rusty laughed as he tried to flex his arm up, unable to even move them up and down, and yet he could feel his bulk tightened up, the overly-hyper dense body tightened into multiverse-crushing bands of muscle.

More, more, and more he grew, feeling the multiverses around him feel like dust specks against his hide. He wondered for a moment how it would feel if a mortal would dare wander around, if he could feel even their tiny footsteps against his growing hide. God, just the THOUGHT of that.

"I gotta invite a few mortals with me next time." Rusty mused, his voice so deep that it would break entire planets with his one word. I want to know how it feels to have them walking around like little atoms."

He laughed, his body rumbling as it continued to grow. He could feel the drop of power finally close to expiring. Just in time! He could feel the very wall around him crumbling already. His body was growing so immensely, to think that a drop would make him reach such a size!

"Well, let's get out of this goddamn reality!" Rusty boomed, letting his body take the final portion of that drop as his body literally doubled, tripled in size, breaking the wall and immediately consuming the reality he had come from. And just like earlier, he immediately kept on growing, engulfing the nearby realities with his massive, growing mass. The dingo all but howled as he felt the power he released waning, and yet more and more size inflated each and every muscle.

The dingo laughed as he became so large that even the smallest of his muscles outsize every reality near him. His eyes had become the color of pure ether, his fur now impossibly golden as he finally felt the power finally consumed.

And with that, his growth had finally waned, crawling until it stopped all together. His massive, brown-furred body was a picture of divine muscularity, realities had become mere specks against his mighty form, and Rusty finally sighed.

He did it, He finally consumed that one small drop of his power.

"Haah, I miss this." Rusty sighed, his voice rumbling astronomically deep as he looked around, or looked as much as his massive, expansive, reality-crushing neck could allow him. He tried to move his arms around, and felt it move less than a centimeter before feeling such hard resistance, his entire body and veins bulging, doubling in size in just one single movement. The dingo couldn't help but laugh at that as he savored this moment, savored the incredibly dense body that he had missed.

Or so he thought. Rusty enjoyed this size, enjoyed the journey he had to take to even reach this size...

...but he was starting to crave his REAL size. He wanted to feel his entire power flowing through his body, no restraints suppressing it. He wanted to feel even the omni-realities feel like atoms to him, to feel his ever-growing body and power surge in size, gaining infinite amounts of mass in a millisecond...

...but if he did that, it would take a long, LONG while for him to go back to the mortal world, and to be honest, he kinda wanna see more of it, experience the life of a mortal even more.

Or at least experience Halloween; judging from what the others had told him, it could easily be his favorite holiday.

"Hmm..." the dingo thought to himself, calculating the time needed to go from here to his full size. "A drop of power turned me into this, and it took at least...half an hour, give or take."

He probably should have brought his phone with him to check the time, but then the question of his phone working here, of all places, popped into his mind as he continued.

"So if I were to return to my full size, then it'll take..."

A pause. His ears swiveled as he thought it through.

"...billions, probably trillions of millennia in mortal terms." The dingo clicked his tongue. The transition between mortal to godhood was always so slow, something about not putting too much strain on the mortal body, but at least the other way around was much easier. Barely even a second. "Dammit. At least the trip back is fast..."

The dingo floated around the massive expansive void, his body a collection of muscle fibers larger than entire clumps of reality as he contemplated whether to go beyond or just stay like this...

"...maybe just another drop?" Rusty suggested to himself before shaking his head. Nah, he knew himself too well that he would just want to have another, and another, before finally relenting to go do it fully.

"I'll think about it for a while." He finally decided as he relaxed and merely felt the way his reality-crushing muscles bulged uncontrollably. "Right now, I just wanna savor this moment."

The god of unending power merely chuckled as he laid back and enjoyed his astronomically-sized muscle fibers, realities nestled in between his bulging heft as he savored his limited movement, this nostalgic feeling of unbridled power. Whether he would go back and live a mortal life, or return to his full size and godhood, Rusty was currently satisfied.

...though the thought of returning to his full form was really tempting...