"You can't possibly expect to go with this kind of attitude. It will show in the pics--we can't use those!"

Darius Phen typically dwarfed most anyone that was considered human, but the way the wolf had folded himself over up against the wall, the variance in size was only slightly smaller as the human photographer pleaded with the musclebound wolf. While the difference in stature skewed in one extreme, the difference in attitudes swung in the opposite direction.

The wolf rolled his eyes, canting his gaze down at the impassioned artist with a flattened brow. "Probably because I don't want to be here? I'm barely wearing anything at all, and I have no idea what I'm doing. Much less what people consider 'sexy'."

Quoth the several-hundred pound blue furred wolf-man who could make any furry convention one of the most memorable for many of its attendees. Not that he'd ever entertain those invitations of course--there were plenty of other anthropomorphic-looking metanaturals that would be better suited and could handle the crowd. He barely participated in the heroics of his peers as it was, much less embraced the fame that came with being a so-called superhero.

Hell, he didn't even have a moniker or callsign or catchy name for people to remember. He was just Darius.

Even still, 'just' Darius was still a juggernaut of wolf-man: a fact that his photographer desperately availed to get across. The artist's patience thinned as he slid his hand down his face in an exaggerated display of annoyance, complete with the accompanying crescendo of a groan. He looked back at his camera, fiddling with the GUI with a few taps as he showed a preview of the images taken earlier, holding it up to the wolf as he stretched his arm all the way up to make it eye-level with the towering-yet-still-slouched wolf.

"Look, you doofus. Do you not see what's wrong in this image?"

The wolf furrowed his brow at how he was addressed, but his train of thought quickly shifted as he saw a picture of himself. The LCD faintly illuminated his face as his green eyes took in the sight. Even condensed and lacking pixels, the wolf was supposed to be throwing his arms down into a most muscular flex. Instead, he was slouched over with his arms in front of him. While still massive, his physique similarly slouched over, bereft of any of the sort of energy required in making such a pose.

Moreover, the most obvious detail was in the wolf's face: his eyes closed and his maw wide open.

A yawn.

Darius gave an annoyed grunt. "I'm tired?"

"Worse: you're bored." He lowered his camera before crossing his arms with a harumph, letting it dangle from the strap around his neck. "And I know you can show me better than this. Two months ago when the Qularr attacked the city, you were involved with the cleanup from the wreckage. There were several shots of you heaving over tens of tons of metal--stuff even men twice your size struggled with."

Darius scratched the side of his neck. "Well, yes. It is what I'm known for. Who else was going to handle it?"

"Exactly. There wasn't anyone else at the time that could and you hefted that one piece over your head even when the ground couldn't."

The wolf's posture shifted, straightening up slightly as he lifted himself up. Up until this point, he had been completely still, but those words appeared to garner a reaction. "A common occurrence. Most things that heavy are not going to take well to having only two points of contact with the ground--even if what's between will hold."

The photographer noticed the shift in the wolf's body language almost immediately. Subtle, but too intentional to just be a coincidence. That was the key. "But you made it seem effortless. And that's with the world around you cracking while you acted as a lever."

Darius shifted his stance again, his toes slightly curling as he posture straightened. His otherwise half-lidded green eyes very briefly lit up, but quickly dropped back down do their original state. "It is not effortless. It is a common misconception that those with super strength lack perception in what is heavy. I do not. Five pounds is five pounds. Fifty tons is fifty tons. The amount of lift that's required doesn't change."

"And you like it when things are more on the fifty ton side--"

"Yes," the wolf impulsively responded. He didn't even have to hear the question finished and that singular word revealed more about the wolf than any part of this conversation thus far. But Darius cooled himself down from that instinct as he raised his brow. "What exactly are you getting at?"

"I think I know what's missing." The photographer smirked, rubbing his hands together a moment before he extended his own up to the massive wolf. "One more try--if this doesn't work, then I'll say you fulfilled your obligation regardless. Sometimes things just don't work out, you know?"

The incredulous scoff that followed from the large wolf-man made it apparent that he had already decided that it wasn't going to. And yet, curiosity stirred as he saw the photographer's attitude abruptly change. He moved his hand down, letting the man gently take him by two fingers and pull him back onto the stage with the appropriate lighting, the setup angled precisely in a way to capture the depth of someone who could barely slide through a doorway.

The artist nodded upon putting the wolf into position, stepping back as he pulled his tripod free and unfolded it with a flick, setting the camera in such a way to angle up at the wolf slightly. "Alright. So you know how much effort you have to use to push and pull different things, right?"

"I do," the wolf coolly and tersely responded. Only the faint undercurrent of curiosity kept him in place.

"That pose from earlier--with the arms in front--you remember how it went?"

In a slow, mechanical maneuver, the wolf slid one leg back as he pulled his torso forward, arms and chest flexing in concert for the briefest of movements before softening as he held the pose in question.

"Right. Good. Now, I want to imagine a large ball of stuff and that you're holding it around your torso--large enough to fill your arms and push your chest against it."

As though acting of its own accord, the wolf's body responded as his shoulders spread out, his arms tightened, his torso rolling into place. "I don't see what is--"

"You're pulling inwards of about one-hundred and fifty pounds of lift. Slowly ramping it up since you don't want whatever it is you're moving to go flying."

The wolf's eyes near immediately lit up as his half-lidded expression melted away. His feet shifted slightly as heaving musculature began to push and reveal itself up against strained pelt, definition breaching forth as Darius' breath caught a gasp--as though he had been pulled into a spell from the photographer's words.

Before he had a chance to speak, the photographer nodded. "Three-hundred."

Again, the wolf responded as muscles continued to contract and flex, his physique sharpening and refining and taking on the suggestion of the photographer's words in earnest. Confused disconnect creased Darius' brow as he struggled to understand what was happening and why he was clicking with this idea. Even his golden posing boxers tightened around his legs as they imagined holding up a three-hundred pound mass.

"That's it. One ton."

Darius gave a soft snarl as the effort he poured into this theoretical object ramped up, the display of force becoming near all encompassing as his neurons aligned to the pull of rarely tapped strength. Confusion began to melt away to understanding as the wolf's body continued to pump and heave in size. Briefly, his flex relaxed as he readjusted himself, the shorts of his trunks now riding up his quads and hamstrings as he continued to ramp up the effort.

"Four tons...!"

The soft snarl reached his lips as they curled. He rarely dipped into this degree of might--only when necessary was what he told himself. Of course, those moments where he could throw such power were few and fleeting, but he always remembered the times he did so. How it felt when his body flared with strength as the world started to bend. How he wished he could keep pushing further. Further. Further.

"Forty tons! One-hundred!! One-thousand!!! SMASH that thing you're holding, and BREAK it against you!"

The wolf's eyes widened as instinct took hold, heaving musculature primed and ready to push and heave and flex. Darius' chest and arms bulged with brawn, pumped with power, his teeth grit as the ramp up of might bounced through him and coursed through his immense physique, pushing himself in ways he always wanted to but dared not cross. A restraint he imposed upon himself.

Otherwise, the euphoria which followed would ensnare him. And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself.

The fierce pump the wolf attained roiled over his entire body, hamstrings and quads forcing the trunks to roll into posers as he continued to dig deep in his efforts. His shoulders appeared to visibly widen as arms and chest pumped harder and harder, vascularity pulsing forth across his pectorals and down his arms as he pushed and pushed.

With a deafening roar, the wolf *snapped* as the euphoria of power overfilled and deafened all of his senses, unaware of the shockwave of force that caused the ground to crack beneath him as his bellow reverberated about the studio, resonance shaking and causing glass and lights to crack and spark, a few loosely hanging from the ceiling crashing to the ground with a clatter of shattering class and crunching metal.

The photographer had been knocked back onto his bottom, engrossed in the display as he fired off picture after picture--as much as he could before the lights began to wink out.

Heaving breaths otherwise broke the silence only Darius could hear, his over-muscled body pumped and visibly pulsing with power. Drool slobbered from his open, panting maw as his tongue flopped out, the high of his pump slowly receding as he took in the afterglow of throwing his might to an inevitable extreme.

He needed to do that again.

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Huge blast from the past with the image. However, the story was freshly written today.

It's difficult to really pin-point what turns on someone who's asexual as they usually have specific turn-ons. Darius was unintentionally an exploration of that specific perspective. Mainly because it was my own at the time. I didn't know or care much for allosexual behavior, and didn't see what everyone else could.

On one hand, it makes points of connecting with people on that level difficult. It's a part of the human experience that should be universal due to biology and other factors, but instead, due to some weird wiring in the brain, it is not for some. But that doesn't necessarily mean one *can't* feel it.

Cue the big blue wolf here: a guy who felt *guilty* about enjoying his power in that way because he thought it meant it'd make him a bad person. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, after all. Him trying to explain this to others resulted in many confused and concerned looks, which then urged him to clam up and keep to himself, thus further isolating him from his peers.

It's a real experience because it's one I went through too. I thought I was broken for *years* before realizing I was not on the allosexual spectrum. Once I realized I didn't *need* to be such, things became so much easier.

I wonder if Darius came to a similar conclusion here.

HmmmmMMMMM. Maybe you should find out here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62123966

Art by  Echin