Ten years ago, on a night when the rain was pouring down.

A scruffy ball of fur was huddled in front of my house. When I brought him inside and cleaned him up, he was a puppy beastman. A tiny, newborn thing.

Since I was lonely anyway, I decided to keep him by my side. After feeding and washing him well, that initial scruffiness vanished, and he became quite respectable.

As he hit puberty, the kid's appetite grew terrifyingly. He started clinging to me and seeking physical affection much more often, too.

He ate everything I gave him, and he grew.

One day I looked, and he'd grown again,

Every day... he just kept growing,

...Wait, wait. Just how big are you planning to get?

No, for fuck's sake.

This isn't a dog.