“C’mon, Bigby!” Littler wailed. “Give me back my snickerdoodles!”

  The small sheep reached and reached for the bag of pastries from his larger bull brother but could only watch helplessly as the bull hastily wolfed down the sweets, completely emptying the bag. It has always been this way for these two twins–yes, twins. Bigby, being the slightly older twin, always made it a point to one up Littler. The two of them used to be much more competitive with each other when they were younger–arm wrestling contests, who can spit the furthest loogie, etc. It used to be all fun and games until Bigby started taking these competitions way too seriously. After a few consecutive wins from Littler one year, the bull began making the competitions much more intense–arm wrestling competitions became outright brawls and spitting loogies became french kissing contests–Littler couldn’t take the aggression anymore! Unfortunately for him, Bigby definitely could.

  “As if you need any more sweets, fatass- BWAAUURRP!” Bigby belched, giving a forceful poke to Littler’s potbelly. Despite the sheep’s oversized, baggy hoodie, his little belly still managed to make a noticeable bump in the loose garment. How rude of Bigby to call it out! It’s not that big–is it?

  “Well…Well you’re not exactly skinny either-”

  BAM!

  His vision was blurry at first–he couldn’t register what anything was besides what they feel like, taste like, sound like, and smell like–right now, all Littler can smell is metal. Judging by the red coming into his vision, he was definitely bleeding–and Bigby definitely punched him.

  A loud, heavy set of footsteps thumps across the white tiles towards them. An older bull man with bright orange horns enters into the aisle of the grocery store with a panicked expression upon his white and grey face. “Agh! Bigby Jr.–what on Earth happened?!”

  “Papa! Littler slipped in a puddle and hit his head on one of the shelves!” Bigby lied, discreetly yet so obviously uncapping a bottle of water to pour on the ground to set the stage. If anyone else had seen this scenario go down, they’d be able to clearly tell Bigby hit his brother–his hand is still covered in blood! Unfortunately for Littler, Papa isn’t exactly that “anyone else”.

  “Oh no! Don’t worry, my Little Ewe! Daddy has the medkit!” Papa wailed before scooping up his sheep son onto one of his broad shoulders and thudding off to one of the store's bathrooms, shaking some of the various products off the shelves as his feet clomped against the ground.

  Once his father was out of earshot, Bigby happily took a swig of the bottle of water. “Heh. I still got it.” he mused, walking off to browse more of the aisle. This mall day is going perfectly! He put Littler in his place, easily stayed in his father’s good graces, and got to enjoy some low quality snickerdoodles–nothing could possibly go wrong! As Bigby trots down the aisle, a new shiny set of products on a circular display catches his eye: “Musumbi’s Macho Mirror-Really Works!”.

  “Pfft! What kind of dude needs a dumb mirror?” Bigby sneers as he passes by the display shelf. Perhaps if was paying a bit more attention, he would have been able to stop his left lovehandle from clinging and pulling onto the display shelf. With a loud CLANK, the shelf topples over and all of the mirrors scatter across the ground–surprisingly, none of them cracked.

  Bigby blinked a few times as he pokes at the somewhat muscular yet very pudgy belly protruding above the waistband of his joggers. “Maybe I have put on a few pounds…”

  “There ya’ go!” Papa smiled, finishing up bandaging up Littler’s eye. “Now you have an eyepatch just like me after your brother’s baseball game last week! You still got a bit of blood on your cheek so wash up–I’ll be at the food court if you need me!”

  Littler could only muster up a smile, his right blue eye meeting up with his father’s left orange one as the latter of the two exited the bathroom. Littler had considered telling Papa about Bigby’s cruelty and aggression towards him but always put it off. Part of him didn’t want to completely shatter the unstable relationship between him and his twin–Bigby was kind of the only “friend” he had in his life that actually acknowledged his presence–another part of him always wanted to get back at him after all these years. Interestingly enough, during the year Littler was winning consecutively against his brother, he was actually a bit bigger than him in terms of muscle mass–it just sort of happened that year. No one really knew why.

  He lost that muscle mass since then, which was partially due to him trying out a new hookup app called “Vampish” with a slogan that casually says “Toxic love really sucks a lot out of a guy–even physical size!” At first, Littler was under the impression that the app’s developers just had a weird sense of humor. Nope–apparently there was a point system for registered accounts on the app. Whenever two or more users of the app were confirmed to be on a “date”, the app would put them in a competition with each other. Whoever got the most aroused on the date by the time the date ends would steal the body mass of the other users involved. That happened to Littler before–a bear guy he was videochatting with convinced Littler to play the app’s game with him. That guy immediately jacked off to Littler’s profile photos on the app before ending the date the minute he came into his paws. That guy and Littler’s muscles ghosted him soon after that.

  A devious came into Littler’s mind as he pulled out his phone. The app had extremely lax rules when it came to account registration–all the app needed was some simple identification info on who you were in the city and your account was made instantly–it’s almost amazing that the app isn’t super well-known or banned. Littler opened Vampish and chose “Create a New Account", hastily typing in “Bigby B. Hooves” into one of the boxes. After filling out the rest of the account information, a small pop up box appeared on the screen with the app’s mascot, Sucker the Bat.

  “Hey, old chum! Judging by the data I scanned on your phone, you have two accounts on this phone!” The mascot read out the text in a cheerful voice. “Haha! You’re definitely trying to prank someone! If you’d like, you can input your own name in the box below to be guaranteed to earn body mass off of any dates you set this new account on regardless if it wins or not–I won’t tell anyone!”

  Littler silently blinked as he sat on the bathroom floor, not entirely expecting the mascot to directly address him. His staticness is short-lived as he types his own name into the box before quickly confirming the submission. The screen quickly flashes to the main purplish page the sheep is familiar with and Littler swiftly tries to add photos to the new profile he just created. Surprisingly, he doesn’t have a lot of photos of Bigby as he thought he did–the only two photos he did have were both discreet snaps of Bigby’s bulky body as he was in middle of getting dressed for baseball practice and maybe Littler spent a few nights masturbating to the perverted photos of his own twin brother–but that’s neither here or there.

  To seal the deal of false-authenticity, Littler opened his maw wide and snapped a photo of his mouth, making sure to hide any signs that he was catfishing as his brother. On the twins’ dad’s side of the family, a trait called a “devil mouth” has been occurring in the men of the family for years. This trait simply means that the twins and their dad’s teeth are a bright orange color with a matching orange forked tongue to match–both of which are surrounded by the dark grey fur upon their muzzles. Such a distinct look has to be photographed! Littler adds the maw photo to profile before scrolling searching for another user to put his brother on a date with.

  “Damn. Jock boy is fucking DESPERATE!” Spike said aloud to himself, finishing up a thick burrito as he looked at the may date requests that were being spammed into his inbox on Vampish. Some twerp named “Bigby B. Hooves” really wants to date him. Not that Spike could blame the stranger though. He’s a big, scary, muscular wolfman with a big red spiked collar and an even bigger pair of mantiddies–what’s not to like?

  Rolling his eyes and tapping his claws on the food court table, he confirmed the message from Bigby. Hey, it’s free body mass he can convert into in-app points–usually younger and/or newer guys on the app struggle with getting used to the main mechanics of the app. With Spike being a long time user of the app, he developed a sturdy body that could probably bench two twinks with his arms and millions upon billions of currency points that could be used to buy things from Vampish’s online store. So far he has purchased a few T-shirts, a PC, a new car, an M1 carbine–y’know, normal things.

  Before he could message this guy, he spots a large bull man with dark muzzle lumbering into a bathroom. His red eyes widened as he stared at the man in his sight. Spike quickly looked between his phone and the man before rising from his chair and quickly hurrying after the man into the bathroom. Upon entering, he spotted the bull using the urinal–not even acknowledging his presence. Spike rolled his eyes and walked up to the urinal right next to right next to the man. “Yo. I’m Spike” he said, planting one of his paws on the bull man’s broad shoulder.

  The bull man looks over at him with a dopish grin, seemingly not threatened by the slightly taller wolfman. “Howdy! My name is Bi-”

  “Bigby–I know.” Spike cut him off, catching the sight of his orange teeth and tongue.

  “Wow! How did you guess my name?” Bigby blurted excitedly as he continued peeing into the urinal. “Are you a psychic? Oh–guess how many sons I have!”

  Spike held up his hand. “I just had a hunch.” The wolfman stared at the bull man for a moment before smiling at him. Clearly this goofball is just fucking with him. Obviously this guy is pretending like they met for the first time even though they met on the app. “Okay, bud. Cut the shit. You have a wife, don’t you?”

  Bigby gives a slightly confused look, cocking his head to the side. “No, actually. I divorced her a few years back.” Bigby explains before smiling at the wolf again. “Hey, you wanna get some ice cream from the food court?”

  Spike eyes widen again. Oh...this guy genuinely wants to hook up with him. Huh–strange man. Spike was about to accept the offer until his stomach audibly gurgled. That burrito he had for lunch was really making him bloat. He rubbed his belly and shook his head. “No thanks–I had a big lunch. We could meet up back at your apartment later, though.”

  “You know where I live?” Bigby asked him, baffled that a complete stranger knew where he and his sons lived.

  Spike rolled his eyes and ruffled the hairs on Bigby’s head. “You’re a fucking weirdo, y’know that?” he chuckled before walking into one of the bathroom stalls, not even bothering to close the door behind him as he dropped his pants and sat on the toilet. A short but rather loud fart is heard from the stall as Spike squeezes out a log into the toilet. A brief ‘plop’ sound is heard before the wolfman clears his throat. “This is the part where you go home now–I like to shit in private, believe it or not.”

  Bigby stood motionless in disbelief at the wolfman's sheer audacity before shrugging and happily thumping out of the bathroom, completely forgetting to wash his hands. What a dope.

  Littler stood motionless as he read the message he got on Vampish.

  “Don’t act like you didn’t see me in the bathroom, dork. 😂”

  His heart began racing as read the next few messages–sweat dripped down his forehead onto the phone screen.

  “You don’t even look like your photos besides that one mouth pic.”

  “Whatever. I’m stopping by your apartment anyways. Make sure to lube up! 😉”

  Littler silently turned off his phone, inhaling and exhaling to relax himself–though it wasn't helping that he was doing it so quickly. Just great–not only did his revenge on his twin didn't even work, he now has to fuck with a big, scary wolfman! At least he'll get some body mass out of this…that'll be creampied by a big, scary wolfman!

  Littler hyperventilated for a good minute before spotting a free sample stand near a mall fountain. The frog-like seller appeared to be offering a new chocolate bar brand, though the sample sizes were awfully huge for “free samples”–they were practically the same size as a full-sized candy bar! Whatever, some snacks will cool his nerves.

  “Hiya! Try some of our new Spec-” the frog-like seller attempted to advertise his business’ new candy bars but was mildly disappointed when the sheep snagged a free sample and stuffed it in his mouth. The seller's orange eyes blinked in disbelief before smiling at the sheep, attempting to advertise again. “Well, since you liked that, would you considering buying a-”

  Littler ignored the seller and grabbed the next free sample to slide into his maw. The sweet yet slightly bitter chocolate melted into his mouth. It seemed to be filled with a white vanilla paste which gave the brown chocolate a gooey texture. It was a nice touch but the longer Littler focused on the white paste, the more he couldn't bring his mind off the fact the wolfman wanted to fill him.

  Another three samples flew into his mouth–maybe enough of the brown outer layer will erase the nightmares of the white innards soon to come. The chocolate bars were quite filling, almost making Littler feel nauseous. “Hey, asshole! If you're not gonna buy a box of chocolates, get the fuck out!” the frog-like seller yelled, steam cartoonishly spraying out of the sides of his head.

  Littler was pulled out of his stress eating trance and sheepishly smiled at the seller. Embarrassed by his behavior, he grabbed a box of chocolates and left two 20 dollar bills on the free samples stand before quickly rushing away.

  The sheep rested himself on a bench and tried to clear his head of his worries. Maybe getting fucked by a wolfman won't be so bad,afterall, Littler was still a virgin and having the ability to say he banged a huge guy might be able to earn him some street cred around his college campus–it is a moderately small town. Before Littler could ponder the thought any further, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He slid it out and read the message he got on Vampish.

  “Hey. I'm here. You ready?”

  Oh. The wolf guy is already back at his apartment…and Littler is still in the mall. So much for ending his virginity. The sheep sighed to himself, realizing that he probably is going way too far with this revenge plan. Littler considered texting the guy that he was canceling the date but began second-guessing himself–maybe he had a shot with this wolf. How could he possibly pass up an opportunity like this? He couldn't–well, that is as long as Bigby doesn't get to the wolf first. Even though Spike knew it was him, Littler had the shaking feeling he'd be instantly forgotten about the minute the wolf laid his eyes on his twin–he had to intervene. He texted a new message.

  “There's a spare key under the doormat. Let yourself in.”

  “I'll be there ASAP.”

  “Oh! You weren't kidding when you said you'd be here.” Bigby said, noticing Spike entering into the kitchen as he washed the dirty dishes in the sink.

  Spike ignored the comment, growing tired at the old bull's act of innocence. “Yeah, yeah–can we skip to the part where I stick my dick in your ass?” he replied, unbuckling the studded belt around his waist and shrugging off his tanktop.

  Bigby blushed, not expecting the wolfman to be so direct with his desires–it almost could be considered uncouth–almost. Bigby pulled his soapy hands out of the sink, looking at their slippery texture for a moment. He pondered a bizarre thought for a moment–is he really about to use his soapy hands as a lubricant? It's not exactly the safest or best option for sex…but it is better than going completely raw he figured. Bigby dropped his pants down around his ankles before rolling down his white boxers beneath his chubby buttcheeks. “Spread those, Fido.”

  “Kinky now, are we?” Spike grinned as he went down on his knee to be at eye level with Bigby’s ass before planting two of his paws on each of his squishy asscheeks and spreading them wide apart, exposing the reddish anal hole of the elder bull. Bigby took his sudsy fingers and stuck them into his hole. It was a little tight at first, even a little bit painful, but after about a minute of massaging the soap into his rectum, his asshole was soft and ready.

  Spike stood up, pulling his erection out of his jeans and hastily sticking it straight into Bigby's butt. The bull let out a squeal as he felt the organ stretch and push against his inner walls. “Ack! Easy there! This is the first time I did anything like this.”

  Spike gave a sinister smile as he wrapped an arm around Bigby’s neck. “Oh, honey, I don't do easy.” With a loud howl, Spike begins rapidly thrusting his cock in and out of the bull's butt, making Bigby's brownish-gray asscheeks jiggle as they smack against Spike's pelvis.

  “Sl-Slow, Sl-Slow, Slow down!” Bigby moaned, his speech slurring at the feeling of the wolf rod rapidly prodding in and out of his body. “I-I gotta, I gotta…”

  “Alright, I'll give you a little break.” Spike sighed, quickly pulling his penis out of Bigby's butt with a pop. “Yeesh, you really-”

  Brrrraaaaappptt!

  Brappplltt!

  The sound of a wet tuba rings out in the kitchen as an odorous stench fills the air. Bigby cheeks blushed from his sudden expulsion. “Sorry…” Bigby smiled sheepishly, fanning the air with his hand.

  Spike sniffed the putrid fumes into his snout. “Smells like…beef and cheese. You had a hamburger today, didn't you?”

  “Wow, you're good!” Bigby said, impressed by Spike's consistent track of guessing everything in his life.

  “I wouldn't say I'm ‘good’, I'm just genetically blessed.” Spike said smugly before sniffing the air again, his nose scrunching up. “Jesus, dude! This is why you don't eat your own kind.”

  “Hey! Not my fault buying meat is still legal.” Bigby chuckled before spreading his hole back open. “Shall we continue?”

  Spike is silent for a moment before giving Bigby a smirk. “Actually…let's try something.” The wolfman places his erection between the bull's cheeks, intentionally avoiding sticking it into the red anal hole. “We're gonna play ‘Guess What You Ate’.”

  “How do we play-?” Before Bigby can finish asking his question, Spike firmly presses a palm into his beer belly.

  Prrrt!

  Bllrpt!

  Bigby uncontrollably splurts two audible farts onto Spike's erection, causing it to stiffen up more. The wolf sniffs up the odorous gas into his muzzle, gagging slightly. “Before the burger, you had…two donuts and a coffee?”

  “You got it! I had a second breakfast with my boys when we got to the mall today.” Bigby confirmed, rolling up his black t-shirt to allow Spike to press into his belly again. The wolf grinned as he moved his paw to the upper curve of the bull's belly and pushed inwards. The bull's gas traveled upwards this time.

  Bwoouurp!

  Oouurrruuup!!

  Spike leaned in close to the bull's face and sniffed in the stench of the belch. He cringed at the stale scent before regaining his composure. “The first breakfast was…pancakes with a strawberry smoothie?”

  “Bingo!” Bigby cheered before he suddenly perked his head up at a thought that popped into his mind. “Hey, check out this party trick I learned in college!” The bullman swallowed some air in big gulps and rapidly pushed his belly in and out. It wasn't long until rancid gas escaped his anus.

  Brrt!

  Brrrrrrraaaaaaaappppppprrrrr….

  Spike fanned his nose as the bull's gas vibrated against his cock, causing it to dribble a few glob of precum. The wolf took a moment to guess the meal. “Last night…you had a sausage pizza…a few garlic rolls…and a large soda?” Bigby didn't respond.

  …rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllppppprrrrrr….

  “Oh. Ngh- You're still going?” Spike grunted, continuing to feel the noxious gas continuing to warm his cock as more and more precum dripped out, falling upon Bigby's cheeks. The bull held up a finger, signaling that the show wasn't over yet.

  …rrrrrrlllprrrr….BBBBBLLLLRRRPTTT!!!

  The wolf howled at the loud finishing sound as his cock shot white ribbons out and coated the two of them in cum. “Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK!” Spike yelled, enjoying the stinky sensation of vibrations.

  “Haha! This old bull still got it!” Bigby laughed, using a finger to lift a small bit of cum and put it into his mouth before immediately spitting it back out. “Bleck! Bitter!”

  “Pussy.” The wolf teased.

  “Hey!”

  “What? I'm just trying to figure out a pet name for you.”

  Bigby blushed. “Wait, you…you wanna make it official? You want to be my boyfriend?”

  Spike shrugged. “Why not? You're a funny guy–besides you probably will benefit from having an extra hand helping you out with your kids.”

  “My two sons are 19 now–they can manage themselves.” Bigby replied, using his t-shirt to wipe the cum off his body. “That being said, it would be nice to have somebody by my side again–but…maybe the boys might need another father figure in their lives.”

  Spike grinned. “Guess I better make myself look the part. Sorry about this, dude.” The wolfman opened Vampish on his phone and ended the date between them. Using the app's mechanics, Spike converted the majority of the date points to his currency as usual. Could you blame him? The app easily got him up the economic class just from him fucking around with guys. The remaining of the points he converted into body fat. In a couple of seconds, his furry abs faded away and pooched out into a moderately pudgy belly. His stomach gently hung over the waistband of his pants, giving him a muscular dadbod kind of look.

  “Woah! How'd you do that?!” Bigby said, astonished by his boyfriend's slight body type change.

  Spike almost wanted to ask Bigby the same question–the bull should have some of his size shrinking away. What gives–how did he negate the app's effects? Spike didn't linger on the question too long though. Bigby really likes to play dumb for some reason–it's honestly kind of cute. The wolf played along and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Party trick.”

  Littler rushed to his apartment door as fast as he could–which was easier said than done when you suddenly gained a bunch of muscle mass, fluffy fat, and extra height within less than a minute! The jiggling sheep knew he was already too late. The wolf ended the date, which can only mean one thing…

  “Ah! Littler, there you are! Meet my new boyfriend, Spike.” Papa said with a smile as the two of them stood in the doorway.

  Littler paused in his tracks with a screech…which turned into a big thud as his now larger body toppled over. Fortunately for him, his girthy pecs and big belly helped cushion his fall. The sheep clambered to his feet, staring up at his father. “B-Boyfriend?!”

  “Yep! Me and Spike here hit it off at the mall–say hello to your new daddy!” The old bull said with glee, seeming to instantly rush into this relationship–let's hope it lasts… Papa looked at Littler in curiosity. “Huh. Seems like you had a growth sprout today, son.”

  Littler blushed, pulling down the hem of his hoodie to cover his belly button–it proves to be futile as it springs back up above his belly button. The sheep couldn't linger on his tight clothes for much longer as his older twin wailed as he ran to the apartment door. “Daddy! Help! It was horrible!”

  “Bigby, what's wrong?” Papa asked him.

  “I was just at the sports store minding my own business and then all of a sudden, my muscles were gone!” Bigby cried into his palms. And he wasn't over exaggerating–the young bull's beefy body was drastically shrunk down, now having a very slender body that was swimming in his red tanktop and black shorts. He almost could pass as Littler's younger brother if it wasn't for the stubble on his chin. The tinier body actually makes him look cutesy–Bigby hated being cutesy.

  “Hang on. Why did I see you on Vampish?” Spike asked, pulling up the app on his phone. He turned to Papa with his phone. “Dude, why the fuck did you use your son's pictures on your profile?”

  “Profile? I don't have a profile on Vampish…” Papa said with confusion.

  Spike and Bigby Jr. look at each other for a moment, completely baffled by this strange series of events before their eyes widen in realization. They slowly turn towards Littler, both giving him an angry glare.

  “Well, I- uh…hehe...” Littler chucked nervously, realizing he's about to have his ass handed to him. “I just realized I forgot to pick up some snickerdoodles from the store!” he squealed, darting down the apartment stairs.

  “Get your wool back here, asshole!” Bigby screamed, chasing after his twin and tackling him at the foot of the staircase.

  Spike and Bigby Sr. could only watch in silence as the two boys brawled at the bottom floor–surprisingly, Littler’s new larger size allowed him to tank the furious blows of his bull brother. Papa could only smile at the fight, used to the squabbles between the two boys for years. “Get used to this–they've been doing this since days they still had baby fat.” he chuckled, pinching the new layer of body fat on Spike's stomach.

  Spike could only roll his eyes in amusement at his new boyfriend's pure optimism, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.