Nice job! I wish I was in Ricky's spot there. >w<

Lots of people would love to be in that fuzzy position~

Canine's Protein & Bulk Training
By: Firingwall
“Holy crap, do you need help!”
“...well, that’s welcoming.” Ricky had only taken a few steps into the gym when he was
greeted by a critical face. It was a golden retriever anthro with fluffy & wild dirty blond hair and
fur. He was fairly strong-looking, though a tad overcompensating given the small t-shirt he wore.
The retriever huffed, his tail stopping its wagging. “Trying to be helpful here. Enough
with the downer vibes, boy.”
“I’m twenty-five!”
“Riiiight, sure. Enough chat! Welcome to our very inclusive, special gym. What brings a
scrawny guy like you here?” Ricky tried to answer, but a paw got shoved in his face. “WAIT! I
bet it’s ta get super beefy and tough like moi, right?”
Ricky tried his hardest not to roll his eyes right out of his head. The urge only grew when
the anthro flexed his arms. To be fair, the college student was looking to get into a bit more
shape. He had put on more pounds than he liked to admit during the holiday season. It was just
so convenient then that the gym near the dorms was having an open house. He grabbed his best
clothing that could be considered gym/work-out attire and headed over.
“I’m certainly looking to work out a bit,” the Hispanic man mumbled, trying not to be
rude, “Just point me to the locker room, and I’ll figure things out from there.”
“No way, little guy!” the anthro huffed, shaking his head. He leaned in, his tail wagging
again. “I’m gonna help you get thick and tough! As one of the trainers here, I feel it’s my duty to
give it my all with helping you!”
“...no thanks?”
That did not make a single impact on the retriever, who took Ricky’s hand and led him
away from the lobby. “The name is Jason, and I’ll be your trainer today… mister?”
“Ricky. But really, you don’t need to bother with-OOF!” With a big pull, the anthro
yanked him into the men’s locker room.
One changing session later…
“There! Now you’re ready to get all pumped!”
Ricky frowned, looking between his outfit and the anthro as they left the locker room.
His shirt was light gray with a big paw print in the center. It smelled like sweat, as if it hadn’t
been washed recently, and was about two sizes larger than him, the bottom hanging to his thighs
almost. His shorts also had paw prints on them and were several sizes too large. Thankfully, they
were tightened up, so they wouldn’t suddenly fall.
The human shook his head. “I’m pretty sure my stuff would have worked just fine.”
The dog snorted as he led him to their next destination. “Pffft! That stuff wasn’t gonna to
work in the slightest! You wanna be bigger, right? Then you gotta settle for bigger clothes… and
probably not shoes either!”
“I’m pretty sure I was only interested in losing some weight, not-”
“OOOOOOO! It’s Jason!” Ricky was suddenly knocked aside by two dog girls, a collie
and a short springer. They snapped right up to the retriever, pressing their chests into him.
“Hiya Jason!” “You’re looking hunky today!” “Can you show me how to work the
weights again like you promised?” “What about our personal lesson? Aren’t we still on?”
Jason chuckled, scratching behind their ears. The girls’ tails wagged, thighs rubbing
together. “Sorry girls, gotta take another scrub under my paw and help him learn to howl.”
The two girls groaned, tail going limp. He then leaned in towards the collie and spoke to
her quietly. “By the way, can you get one of our special bars from behind the counter? I’ll pay
later.”
The collie nodded eagerly and left, the springer wandering off, disappointed. Once they
were gone, Jason continued leading him. Ricky could only huff. “What’s with the fan girls?”
“Oh, just a few lovely admirers who love my training. The collie is a fellow employee,
and the springer was a college girl like yourself who came in one day in desperate need of my
special help. I guess I just have that effect on them.”
Ricky internally moaned. Oh god, this guy is making my skin crawl. Frickin’ playboys…
The two eventually reached an area of the gym where there were many stands and racks
filled with weights and dumbbells. A few people, mostly anthros, were either lifting or bench
pressing, too absorbed in their workouts to notice them. Jason pointed at an empty bench,
signaling for the guy to sit down there.
Ricky did as he was directed, already exhausted from having to deal with this guy. The
dog grabbed two large dumbbells, fifteen pounds each, and set them beside him. “Here you go.
Let’s start with something simple, some basic lifting. You can lift them both up at the same time
or just alternate between them. Up to you.”
Ricky nodded, reaching down and grabbing at one of the weights. Gripping the handle,
he lifted it. His arm shook, his fingers twitching. It was a lot heavier than he expected. Was he
sure it was just fifteen pounds?
Jason gave him an odd look. “What? That too heavy for ya, bro?”
“It’s… fine.” Ricky hoisted the weight onto the bench and took a deep breath. He reached
down and grabbed the other weight, struggling with it as he brought it up beside him as well.
Ricky casually looked at the anthro, trying his best to be subtle and cool. The dog was
frowning, staring very critically at him. Ricky could feel his coolness leaving him by the second.
Oh great, I can only imagine where this is going. Gotta get this over with, so maybe he can leave
me alone…
He grabbed the weights again and began lifting them both at once, raising them to his
chest and then down to his knees. The first two lifts were easy enough, if a bit wobbly. But then,
it grew harsh. His arms felt incredibly heavy and weak. They shook, vibrating harshly with each
lift. Ricky gave it his best shot with looking cool again, but it was obvious.
After a full minute, Jason shook his head. He took the weights from him and placed them
on the bench with ease. “Okay, I’ve seen enough.” The golden retriever sighed, rubbing his head.
“This is sooo much worse than I thought. I mean… this is just sad.”
Ricky frowned, glaring at the dog. “Well, maybe I don’t want to lift weights? Maybe I
just rather walk on a treadmill like I was planning before.”
“Oh please! That won’t help a poor scrub like you!” Ricky desperately wanted to sock the
anthro hard in the face right then. If he didn’t shut up right then, he would-
“Ooooooooh, Jaaaaaason! Got it!” Skipping merrily, the collie from before bounced over
to the retriever’s side, showing herself against his arm. She happily placed a small into the dog’s
paws, giving him a cute, blissful look.
“Thanks babe,” he cooed, stroking the bottom of her muzzle. Her tail wagged, her body
melting into his petting. Ricky was about to audibly groan when, thankfully, the flirting came to
a mercifully swift end. The collie left almost as soon as she arrived.
Jason showed Ricky what he had gotten. It was a protein bar, wrapped in some generic
wrapper with the words: “Call of the Power” spread across it. “You need help, that much is clear.
So much help that I’m not sure if I would even be able to help you by myself!”
The human mumbled under his breath, “Then why don’t you just leave me be?”
“That’s why I got this! I just had that feeling, you know? I want you to eat this. It’ll help
stimulate the muscles and strength in your body to grow and build!”
“...it’s just a protein bar.”
“Well yeah, but you know, have it anyway.” Jason smiled, holding the bar up closer to
Ricky’s face. The man frowned further, looking between the treat and the furry giver repeatedly.
This seemed to be a losing battle, he could just tell.
With no other option as far as he could see, Ricky snatched the protein bar. He opened it
up and snarfed a good chunk down as quickly as possible. That might have been too much. The
bar tasted very earthy and thick, incredibly chewy, but not too hard either. It also smelled
distinctly like a mix of the feral, normal dog he once owned and its dog food.
He felt his body tense up and twitch uncomfortably, the taste sending weird signals
throughout his body. He never had anything like it. Neither good nor awful, it was weird. It was
just weird, and his mind or body couldn’t properly react or process it either, not even gagging.
Regardless, he finished the “treat”, Ricky panted and panted, looking a bit out of it. He
shook his head, trying to knock the trembles out of his body. Jason grabbed a bottle of water
from a water station nearby, handing it to the confused human.
Ricky gulped most of it down, the taste washing away thankfully. He sighed, rubbing his
face. “Okay… never having one of those again.”
“Well, that should be enough.” Jason took the bottle back. “Now, let’s give this another
shot, shall we? Try doing some alternating lifts though.”
Ricky nodded and got to work, grabbing both weights and lifting them onto his thighs.
He let out one more exhausted sigh and began lifting them, starting with the left and then the
right, switching between them. Not surprising, but it was tricky and hard to do.
Of course, Ricky thought, sweating dripping as his brow furrowed, of course, of course
nothing would change. Maybe now Jason will just give up and go awaAs he lifted his right arm, something felt off. The weight felt strangely lighter. A quick
look at it showed him that it was still the same dumbbell as before. Yet, the weight was less.
The golden retriever smiled, stroking the tip of his chin. “Something up, little guy?”
“N-no, nothing.” Ricky went back to lifting, repeatedly doing the motions over and over
again. He found himself getting into a good rhythm, everything growing easier by the second.
“Nothing at all! I’m feeling pretty good now actually.”
“Heh, good to hear. You’re looking better too.” Ricky glanced at the dog man, confused.
That’s when he noticed the canine was looking at him peculiarly. His eyes seemed to be looking
less at him as a whole and more focused on one particular area.
Ricky looked down as well. The realization hit him like a truck, his jaw dropped. Both of
his arms were larger, still growing in fact. The muscles beneath them were bulging as tendons
and bones strengthened. His arm hair even appeared to be growing, becoming thicker to the eye
and changing to a dark gray tone.
“Whatthehellwhatthehell!” Ricky dropped both weights with a loud thud. He raised his
hands and arms up, rapidly looking between them. Yep, still completely changed like he thought.
Only adding to that was noticing his hands suddenly twitching and quivering. The hairs
on the back of his hands were rapidly growing, turning denser until skin wasn’t visible. The gray
hairs wrapped around almost all of his hands, crawling up and over each of his fingers.
From the spots that weren’t covered, something else grew in their place. Beneath each
finger and on his palms, the skin there bulged and swelled, puffing out ever so gently. The spots
thickened, turning pitch black and bumpy until they looked like animal pads. His fingernails
popped off painlessly as small claws jolted out, slipping to his fingertips.
As his hands swelled a bit larger, matching his beefier arm proportions, Ricky looked at
the golden and asked, “What the hell is this?!”
“I said the protein bar helps with natural growth and strength, didn’t I?”
“Ummm, this is more than just body growth, if you haven’t noticed!” Ricky stood up to
the dog, holding his hands in the canine’s face and waving them.
Jason shrugged, casually pushing the guy’s new paws away. “Look, I said this stuff would
help you out, and it's doing just that. Give your new guns a big flex, and then you’ll see.”
Ricky opened his mouth to protest, but the dog held up his own paw, basically telling to
shut up and just do it. Ricky let out a low, annoyed growl and brought his right arm up. Rolling
his eyes one final time, he gave it a quick, single flex.
And at that moment, his pupils dilated. His heartbeat increased; his flexed arm trembling
for a moment. It was brief, but a sudden burst of excitement blazed through his body rapidly.
Gray fur overwhelmed his entire arm before flowing up and over his shoulders, extending to the
other arm there.
But it wasn’t just that either. Ricky’s shoulders stretched and strengthened, broadening
considerably. His chest had awoken, widening. His chubby moobs swelled and bulged into
dense, manly pecs that tented his shirt. In fact, between his new arms, shoulders, and chest, his
animal paw top fitted him a bit better now.
“Holy crap, this is amazing!” Ricky declared, looking between his powerful arms and
then feeling his chest. “I’m getting all super buff!”
“Heh, and it’s all thanks to-hey! Are you listening to me? I’m trying to ask for thanks
here!” Ricky completely ignored the dog and had gone back to lifting, rapidly lifting his weights
and switching between together and alternating rapidly.
Doing so, and in such a swift manner, brought on a more apparent, noticeable change for
the Hispanic man. The loose portion of shirt beneath his enhanced pecs began tightening around
something, stomach flattening. The impression of a large six-pack appeared beneath the top soon
after. The shirt’s hemline rose as Ricky’s body grew as well, the cotton clinging more and more
to him. Soon, the top that went past his shorts couldn’t even cover all of his torso.
“Easy there!” Jason stated, waving a paw in his face to get his attention. “You don’t want
to get all swole with just those baby weights, do ya?”
Ricky looked at the small dumbbells again. They looked so puny in his meaty paws and,
to be honest, he could barely even feel that he was holding them. He chuckled and set them down
on the ground, “Okay, fair point.”
“Right, now, let me get back to my point.” Jason cleared his throat and stated, “It’s all
thanks to me! I told you my special training would get you into shape. Yet, you kept scoffing off
at everything I said or suggested.”
“Well,” Ricky replied with a smirk, “This is mostly just doping me up with some kind of
special “protein bar”. It’s not as much you as it is that.”
“PFFT! Details, details! The point is, without me, you wouldn’t be here.” Jason picked up
the weights and went to switch them out. He returned two much bigger ones, offering them up.
“These are a little better suited for you now, I’m sure-”
Ricky saw the markings on them: “35 lb.” and that’s all he needed to know. He snatched
them away from Jason and got to lifting. A big grin plastered across his face as he felt a surge of
power growing, the weights already slowly becoming lighter.
The rush of strength flowed down below the belt. His body extended up, his legs
stretching a few inches to better fit his torso. Soon after, muscle rose and ballooned within them
too, followed by hips. As his rear tightened and flattened into a firm bottom, his shorts bulged
gently in the crotch area. His other equipment had gotten a much-needed boost too.
He looked down happily, taking in the gray pelt that was flowing down to his lower limbs
next. He was getting fuzzier and tougher by the second. It was so good, wonderful, even perfect.
At least, for a little bit.
Something felt wrong. His lifting came to a stop as he tensed up. He sat down on the
bench again, dropping the weights as he let out an annoyed moan. Jason’s eyebrows arched as he
asked, “What? Something wrong?”
Ricky grumbled, raising a leg up and over his other. He grabbed at his shoe, fumbling
with the laces due to his enlarged hands. “To-to-too tight!”
Jason rolled his eyes, kneeling down to help him. He worked on unlacing each shoe,
stating, “I did mention in the locker room not to wear shoes. Shoulda listened to me, but nooooo.
Couldn’t do that, could ya?”
Ricky let out an animalistic growl as the two yanked his sneakers off. Just in time as well
as his feet finished growing. They were at least double their original size with thick, black pads
poking out beneath the toes and balls of his feet. Claws extended from each digit as soft fur
covered everything else.
“Heh, that’s better!” Ricky wiggled his toes. He felt up his legs and then his chest,
smiling the entire time. Looking at his hands and arms, he gave them both another flex. He
shivered happily, licking his chops. This was so-
-but then it hit him. He reached up and felt his face, his head. It was still the same. He
looked like a guy in a big mascot costume without the head on. It looked completely wrong.
“I think I need to fix something.”
“So, let’s get to fixing that crap then!” Jason turned Ricky towards a big bench press set
up that just opened. “Time for us to get heavy duty and start lifting some iron!”
Ricky smirked and got into position under the bar quickly, declaring, “No sweat!”
Laying completely on his back and lifting his arms up, he grabbed hold of the bar and
started to lift it. However, Jason quickly ran off and returned with some more weights, attaching
them to the barbell before the budding anthro could. Ricky was surprised but decided to go with
it. The dog probably knew what it took to reach the results he wanted.
He hoisted the bar out and almost right away; he felt the intense pressure of the bar with
the newly added weights. It was heavy, heavier than anything he had ever lifted before. Even
with his new muscles, it was still difficult.
He managed to slowly bring the bar down to his pecs, resting it on them while he
prepared himself. He let out a sigh, his nose blackening and getting bumpier. The tip of the nose
lifted and swelled, his nostrils flaring, but pulling in slightly. His snout extended outwards a bit
more, forming a canine nose.
Okay, here we go. One, two, three! His brow furrowing, and his eyes turning to a pale,
brownish yellow, he lifted the bar up. A millimeter, half a centimeter, then a full centimeter, and
even more after. The bar rose higher and higher as best as he could.
His brows thickened, turning blacker as fur sprouted all over his face. It flowed around
his eyebrows and to his forehead. It passed over everything, covering even his ears. Some of the
fur was gray, some was white, the latter mostly around the mouth.
The rest of his head changed with the lifting as well. His hair shortened more and more,
so much that it looked like a buzz cut. His head shifted, giving it a more dome-shape like the
other canine anthros he’s seen. The ears twitched and stretched, pulling up and flipping forward
until they rested on the top of his head.
Almost there… al…most… “THERE!” With one final surge, he raised the barbell high up
above his head and chest, perfectly straight with no arm shaking. His face shot forward, forming
a dense, thick muzzle.
Jason’s tail wagged, looking upon the former scrub with pride. “Now there we go! That’s
what I’m talking about! Now, you’re looking like a real, tough man! A real wolf man to be exact,
heh. Feel free to do whatever you want… now?”
“N-n-n-not…” Ricky snorted, gritting his fangs, “NOT DONE!” A fire lit within his eyes
and his soul. He had power and energy he never felt before. He liked it and wanted more of it.
Slowly bringing the bar back down, he lifted it right back up, moving faster and smoother
than ever before. He repeated the process, pumping the bar up and down even faster. And he
continued doing so over and over and over, a wild, manic look in his eyes.
His body trembled, testosterone coursing through his entire being. The results were
obvious from a single glance. It kept erupting with more and more muscle, his entire being
swelling out of control. His legs and arms doubled again, shoulders going a bit broader. His pecs
and abs swelled more, the latter developing into an eight-pack now.
Even his fur grew a bit more in certain places. More of the lighter, white fluff on his chest
darkened, poking a bit out of his collar. Fur thickened on his arms, knees, and even around his
face, giving him the appearance of body hair amongst all the fur.
“OH YEAH!” Ricky yelled, shocking a couple of patrons. He tossed the bar back into
place with ease and stood up, stretching and flexing his body. A light gray and white, fluffy tail
popped out above his behind shortly after, wagging away.
Ricky was a beast now. He towered over Jason by at least a full foot, probably even more.
His clothing hugged his body tightly, showcasing his entire mighty, burly physique. Even his
equipment packed into his shorts looked bigger with how it bulged out. He wasn’t grotesquely
buff or anything, just a mere god in timber wolf man form.
“Okay, now that was a workout!” Ricky laughed, looking upon himself with triumphant
glee, “I’m feeling great now! Thanks for “helping” me out here.”
Jason said nothing. He just stood there, looking up with his jaw open. It was clear he
never had any previous trainees under his wing get this big before.
“Heh, wolf got your tongue?” Ricky smirked, bending forward to look at Jason, who still
looked flustered and shocked.
“OOOOOOO!!”
“HUNKSICLE ALERT!”
“Look at that doggie!”
Both Ricky and Jason looked off to the side, spotting a group rushing towards them. It
was a bunch of dog girls, including the collie and springer from before.
Jason brushed some of his hair to the side and regained his composure. He smiled,
turning to face them and holding out his arms. “Ladies, yours truly is done training, so I’m all
your-”
They all ran past, glomping onto Ricky. “SO HANDSOME!” “Hey big guy, what’s your
name?” “I’m Tiffany! Let’s, like, work out together!” “Come on, I wanna feel his muscles.”
Jason turned around and looked on in horror at the scene, his jaw hanging once more.
Bashfully, Ricky scratched the back of his head, saying to him, “Ummmm… sorry? I… I didn’t
expect this at all, I swear!”
“...this isn’t fair…” Jason’s paws clenched, his fangs bearing. “This isn’t fair! Is this how
you reward me for all my help, wolf boy?! Stealing all my girls?”
“Your girls?! Excuse me?!”
The room went silent. All the dog girls had turned and were looking at Jason, even the
other patrons. The collie from before spoke up, poking him in the chest, “We don’t belong to
you.”
“W-wait… sweetie! What is th-”
The collie huffed, pushing him back. “We like what we like, and we can be with whoever
we want. And guess what, we all agreed: we need a break from you.”
“WHAT?!” gasped Jason, letting out a small whimper, “But, I thought we-”
“To be honest, your arrogance and attitude were getting obnoxious, so we’re all gonna
hang with this big guy for a while. Later.” With that, the dog girls took Ricky’s paws and led him
away, quickly huddling up next to him again.
Jason was left alone, all the other patrons quickly going back to their equipment. The dog
just stood there, baffled. “...last time I help someone out of the goodness of my heart. Stupid
damn wolf… He ruined everything, not me!”
THE EN

...why did you repost my entire story in a comment?