Days turned into weeks that turned into months of Matts assisting  Drazin with menial labour tasks. Every lift and chop and heaving of building materials seemed to bulk up his muscles unnaturally quickly; but the mutt didn't mind. In fact the more his muscles grew in size, the happier he became in the small pleasures of pumping, flexing and recieving praise from his Boss. He didn't even notice when his eyes started pulsing black and white, too sunken under  Drazin's command to break out of the addictive curse of testosterone keeping him a devoted labourer. The beast never minded however; he was happier taking care of his Boss' burdens so that he never had to lift a finger. It was his purpose after all.

Thank you  Drazin for this piece inspired by me spending a few hypnotic weeks farming on his Animal Crossing island for him. |3
This magnificent peice was done by  N64