Of Dan’s three pups, Angus was the one who had changed the most in the last few months. The combination of
Dan’s loving discipline, Patrick’s powerlifting training and all of their combined bulking efforts had
combined in Angus in the most extraordinary way. The most noticeable change was the way that all of Angus’
dimensions had ballooned out after being put onto the right diet and training.
Dan wasn’t quite too sure if he had always been underfed and undertrained or whether it was his wishes
physically manifesting and changing Angus through sheer will and duty alone. Angus had always been taller than
Patrick, but previously had been quite a lot leaner. Now he sported a ball belly that struck out several feet
with pecs that rested firmly and roundly ontop of them. His beard out grown out impressively from the closely
cropped beard he had in the first instance to getting his very first braid in his beard last week. All of the
powerlifting exercises has a massive effect on his thighs, rump and biceps that had tripped in size, with
strength growing exponentially to match.
Because of Angus’ status at the housepup, Angus’s world was exclusively his Master’s apartment, the
powerlifting gym down the road and the space in between. Dan’s plan to stretch out Angus’s balls had gone well
- extraordinarily so. As the weeks and months passed Dan continued to add more and more weight to Angus’s ball
stretcher, sequentially inching closer and closer towards the ground. It was a joyous day around the end of
their first Month when his balls first touched the ground. That day Dan rewarded Angus with the best reward he
can give to his pup, an uninterrupted evening with his Master. At the end evening of personal service he
removed the locks and the chastity device from Angus and gave him expressed permission to cum.
Watching his pup come was one of the most intense things he had ever seen, a combination of carnal desire and
loving duty overpowering his consciousness. Dan looked directly at his pup, feeling the fuzzy (and growing
fuzzier) mounds on his chest, the light motions sending waves of pleasure throughout his entire body, the
combination of the two sent fireworks through Angus’s brain. Dan leaned over and whispered into his pup’s ear
and lightly ordered “come”. Within a matter of seconds, Angus’ cock inflated to it’s full length, even
longerm, thicker, and heavier than even a month ago. It stood up rigid and angrily red. Wave after wave
pleasure washed over Angus as his entire body tightened, his balls retracted a foot closer to his body and he
scrunched his face, spraying cupful after cupful of his own cum across the room. His pup fell backwards onto
the bed, exhausted after that episode. Dan invited Patrick and Marcus back into the room and ordered them to
clean up the mess their brother had made with their tongues, which they did with gusto.
That was two months ago, since then Dan increased the weights on his ball stretchers up to 300 pounds and then
up to 500lbs. By the third month his balls dragged heavily behind him at all times by about five feet. The
most amazing part was that his testicles grew to compensate for their stretched sack, both inflating to the
size of large yoga balls. It was Dan’s plan to have him anchored to the ground by his own balls, and it was
coming along better than Dan could have possibly imagined.
Dan also relished the psychological changes that had happened within Angus. He took to his role as housepup
like a fish to water, learning all of his tasks quickly. He was a little awkward and clumsy trying to clean at
his size. Often getting wedged in doorways if he didn’t turn just right, or leaving a trail of pre behind as
he would try to scrub the floor. Under the direction of Dan and with Patrick as his Alpha he was in good
hands, growing into a Patrick to be. The first two weeks were the hardest for Angus as he adjusted to the
chastity device, his biological urges screaming at him (particularly during his Master’s morning ritual), the
law of his Master’s word keeping those drives at bay. Angus’ young and malleable brain took in as much as it
could, hungry for more information. In weeks he became a comparable servant to his brothers. As the days
would pass, like his brothers he would grow larger and larger and sink deeper and deeper becoming more
emotionally, psychologically and physically dependent on his Master.
* * *
At the gym, Patrick met up with Angus. He looked upon his protege with some pride. It was amazing progress
that his Beta had made these last few months both in his physical and psychological progression.
Patrick’s heart and duty has been and always will be sworn to his Master, but he reserved a special affection
for Angus. There was an unbridled potential within Angus and Patrick got great personal pleasure in helping
his beta reach. He was making his Master proud and that’s what mattered. Patrick didn’t “dominate” over Angus
per se, more watched over him carefully like a loving big brother, reminding him to take his vitamins, finish
his meals, workout even harder and in the finer points of loving service to their Master. In return Angus
would playfully return the favour. Occasionally when their Master had gone out to work and all the chores, the
two would nap together on the bed. Patrick embracing his beta, acting as a poor surrogate for his Master’s
attentions. One time Dan came home to find his pups in the bed asleep holding each other tightly, whimpering
to each other asleep.
“Have you drunk your pre-workout drink?” Asked Patrick, dressed in his standard prescribed gym uniform:
compression shorts and a see through singlet.
“Yes, Brother” he said. “And my vitamins”.
The gym was unlike most other gyms. You certainly wouldn’t find it one like it in the small college town. It
was a small reinforced boutique gym for people like Angus and Patrick, collard ginger pups with a propensity
for achieving superhuman scales of size and strength. It was a not-for-profit service funded by resident
Masters in the surrounding apartment blocks recognising that that their precious possessions needing place to
train. Gingers were commonly refused from regular gyms for almost universally causing damage to the gym:
bending barbells out of shape, dropped weights damaging floors, punching bags being smashing against ceilings,
or making huge messes when they couldn’t control their sex drive. The gingers also found the equipment at the
local gyms inadequate for their needs - they needed stronger and more accommodatingly sized equipment with
much heavier weights. Despite having decent ventilation, the place always had the heady smell of the gingers’
intense labours.
“Strike me a double bicep pose please, Angus” Patrick asked.
Angus did so. While Patrick could see the progress that Angus had made, all Angus could see was the progress
he had yet to achieve to earn his Master’s affections. Angus felt humbled, it drove him to press himself even
harder. Patrick could see his beta’s biceps were developing massive peaks, each arm nearing 40 bloated inches
around.
Patrick mirrored his brother in his double bicep pose. Showing his brother his own biceps. Patrick too could
not see his own progress, but his brother saw in awe. Patrick admired Angus for his propensity for progress
and Angus admired Patrick for his massive strength.
“Angus, are you holding your st-stomach in?” Patrick asked his brother.
Angus didn’t respond respond to the question, but just like Patrick he could not conceal his true feelings at
any time. Patrick walked up to his brother, due to the size difference Patrick was eye level with shiny lock
and chain almost choking Angus, nonetheless he was able to make his presence known.
“Angus, you are to never conceal yourself to anyone, not to your b-brothers and especially not to your Master.
Relax your stomach Angus!” Patrick commanded, barking at Angus in a moment of Alpha-ness that took him by
surprise.
With mild self-consciousness Angus breathed out, his newly acquired ball belly jutting out from his body.
Within his own perceptions, he only thought he was holding in his stomach a few inches. In Patrick’s eyes, his
stomach came out round and firm an additional two feet.
“Fark!” exclaimed Patrick in astonishment, his eyes growing wide. “Please w-w-wait here!”.
Patrick swaggered over to the gymnists office and grabbed a tape measure. He reached it around Angus, finding
the measurement and bringing it level around his belly button.
144 inches!
“Damn Angus! Your stomach is the s-size mine was the day I first met Master. It took me years of training to
get to that size and you catch up in three months!” It took a moment for Patrick to think about how he knew
these details, he guess he just knew.
Angus appeared sheepish, his face going flush red, unused to getting such praise and too socially awkward to
gracefully accept his Alpha’s praise. “I.. guess... I had the right encouragement” he muttered almost
inaudibly, looking away from Patrick.
“Now measure me.” Patrick asked Angus. Patrick had to hold the tape to his stomach as Angus lumbered around
him, his balls dragging heavily behind him on the floor below. Angus lined up the tape “156 inches!”.
“Not bad. Still can do a lot better” dismissively scoffed Patrick.
“We need to do a lot better for Master” reminded Angus.
The two both looked at each other, both suddenly thinking of their Master and becoming overcome with emotion,
both knowing in each other’s eyes how they missed their Master. But they had to keep going, if they broke down
now in the gym the couldn’t finish the workout.
“So...” Patrick interjected interrupting the exquisite sadness the two shared. “Today we’re w-working on your
arms”. Patrick added more weights to Angus’ ball stretcher, now bringing it to over a total of 800 pounds. Now
Angus was going to really struggle with his mobility. “For your warmup, You’re going to start with palms-in
pullups, you will do no less than 100, if you can do more, please do. Then you will do tricep dips, you will
do three sets to exhaustion. I will expect no less than 150 repetitions per set, if you can do more, please
do. When you have done that we can move onto bench press.”
Angus was pumped. Patrick felt tingles running through his body.
“For Master!” Patrick exclaimed.
“FOR MASTER!” Angus yelled back, unwittingly yelling too loud, obviously overexcited about his workout. No
matter, the other gingers were far too focused on their own workouts to notice.
“And remember brother, keep your form good. Master said he was going to come in later today and see us
perform.”