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Fusano had been laying on his bed with his smartphone in his hand for about an hour now. He had been flipping through the same websites, scrolling through the same posts, and reading the same comments over and over again. Boredom had set in ages ago, making it feel like time was nearly running backwards.

At this point he would love to go for a walk and breathe in some fresh air after being stuck inside all day, but he was expecting a package to arrive and neither his boyfriend nor his roommate were around to pick it up for him. He could do a bit of a workout, but he had done one earlier and was committed to sticking with the plan he set out for himself. He could play some games, but he was also streaming that night and didn't want to wear himself out before then. Of course, he had also just eaten, so he couldn't even make food either. Ugh, the fact that he had no choice but to just wait for the package sucked. He sighed and rested his phone on his well-defined chest, letting his thoughts wander to the contents of the delivery he was expecting.

The squirrel had randomly stumbled across an ad for something he had never looked for and never thought existed - a lotion that promoted muscle growth. It was at the top of a website he was visiting and caught his eye almost immediately. Hesitation set in for a good few minutes before relenting and clicking the hyperlink, bringing him to the advertisement site. He reasoned that since it wasn't trying to sell him on the newest superfood or on some multi-level marketing pyramid scheme then it had to be worth a look, right?

The webpage looked exactly like Fusano expected: large images of the product in the different containers it came in, an easily noticeable button that takes the user to the product page, a link that displays testimonials... yeah, everything's here. The last one sounded interesting to the golden-yellow squirrel, he oughta see what people thought before even considering purchasing the product. He started going through them, skimming through the praise people were heaping onto the product. He shrugged, everything seemed normal; a bodybuilder saying how the lotion helped balance out his muscles before a competition, a construction worker saying how it made his job that much easier, an office worker saying how it gave him confidence he never had... wait, that was different! The more he looked through the recommendations, the more he saw those kinds of posts. There was a banker who said the same thing, a chef as well, a librarian, a crossing guard, a mail man, even a college student all giving their approval to the product. Fusano had to admit, that definitely wasn't what he expected to find.

The rodent clicked over to the product page to see what the makers of the lotion had to say, almost like he was looking for a second opinion. He was surprised to see just how literal the name of the product was when he read the creator's blurb, its purpose spelled out for him in as few words as possible. He honestly thought it seemed convincing, but still wasn't sure if he should go all the way and pay for the product. A trip over to the store page persuaded him further, showing him that this would be one of his cheapest purchases in ages. He mulled it over for a second before thinking, 'What the hell'? If it worked, great! If not, then he spent as much as a fast-food meal. A quick payment process later and he was all set.

And then it came down to the worst part of the whole process - waiting for the damn thing to arrive. It wouldn't have been so bad if Fusano were told approximately when the package would be delivered, but the email that was sent to him instead gave him the ever nebulous, 'some time during our work hours'. Waiting was beginning to feel like torture.

It wasn't like the squir was absolutely tiny or anything and desperately wanted to bulk up fast like a lot of other people, he just thought the product looked interesting and was intrigued to see if he could replicate the results the other customers obtained on himself. At five-and-a-half feet, he possessed a swimmer's build that he was proud of, as he should be because he worked hard to achieve it. The fruits of his labour regularly got him recognition from his friends, and it was something he was super proud of. The only thing was that he still thought about maybe pushing himself more in the gym after seeing just how massive one can get if they genuinely apply themselves. Envy wasn't particularly a thing he enjoyed experiencing, so, hey, why not see if the testimonials rang true?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, as if the universe heard his cry for help. "Finally." Fusano exasperatedly groaned. He high tailed it out of his room as quick as he could, booking it to the front door in record time. The package was found right at his feet when he opened the door, but he was surprised that he didn't even get a glimpse of the delivery person or the vehicle they rode over in - must've been a busy route!

The yellow squirrel brought his delivery inside, kicking the door closed behind him, and placed the cardboard on the table while he looked for something to open it with. Coming back with a pair of scissors, he sliced through the tape and ripped open the box. There it was, clear as day - a tube of some cream labeled, 'Growth Lotion'. There was no fanfare, no frills, no noth- hang on, there was a card underneath it. It was from the company he purchased from, appreciative of his interest in their product. Aww, that was a sweet gesture!

Fusano took the entire package to his room and locked the door behind him. There wasn't any actual need to do that since no one else was home, but it gave him peace of mind just in case someone actually did pop in.

The rodent held the tube in his hand, taking in just how minimalistic the design of the whole thing was. The tube itself was a muted shade of gray, pinched at the top with the opening at the bottom, while the label consisted of the black text on a white background surrounded by a black border. The flip side had the instructions for the product, but even then, they were incredibly succinct. He had to hand it to them, they were so confident in their product that they felt no need to dress it up in any way. It oddly gave him a sense of ease. Well, time to see if it works!

Fusano popped open the plastic top threaded onto the opening of the tube with his thumb, positioned it over his other hand, and squeezed, only for nothing to come out. A look of confusion spread across his face until he realized that these sorts of things normally came with tamper-proof seals that had to be taken off before use. He hastily unscrewed the top off, spied the tabbed plug he knew was there, and unceremoniously ripped it off. Rethreading the plastic piece onto the tube, he exhaled knowing that there would be no more distractions from now on.

Squeezing the tube once more, the squirrel finally felt the cool, soothing sensation of the, well, cream-coloured cream on the palm of his hand, giddily giggling from the thought of this thing actually working. He worked over the lotion with both hands, warming it up with his body heat as per the instructions, before applying it to both of his arms and legs. It strangely wasn't mentioned in the directions where he should be lathering the muscle balm, so he went with wherever he wasn't wearing clothes.

Speaking of which, Fusano was grateful for unintentionally picking out a set of threads for himself that were perfect for this specific scenario. The 'tank top and basketball shorts' combo he was wearing were produced with elastic woven into the fibres, allowing the fabric to stretch if needed. If the product actually worked as was advertised, then he might need them to pull as taut as they can to contain his colossal bulk. Heh, he hoped at least.

Looking over the instructions again the rodent noted that all he had to do now was wait, but he wasn't told how long. Impatiently, he read over every word printed on the back of the tube not once, not twice, but three times just to see if he had missed something, but dishearteningly he hadn't. Rapping his fingers against his shorts wasn't about to speed the process up, but it was the only thing his free hand found to do while the effect was supposedly taking place. Maybe this was a dud after all...

"Oh!" Fusano jumped when he felt a sudden warmth wash across his body, not unlike the effect of a topical ointment meant for relieving muscle pain. The sensation was strangely intense, to the point where he pulled on the U-neck collar of his emerald-green top in an attempt to cool down, but it was to no avail. Higher and higher his body temperature rose, his heart rate increasing and his breathing rapidly picking up pace. He now thought that this might've been a grave mistake on his part.

The yellow squir was nearly hyperventilating as his heart palpitated from the foreign feeling, but he noticed that whatever it was that was happening to him never progressed past the point it was at now. His internal temperature now past what was normal for him, he began to lightly sweat. Another point to him for choosing these clothes as they wicked off any sweat that they came into contact with and allowed it to evaporate in the open air.

Fusano looked over himself, trying to see if any strange phenomenon was occurring on his body. Everything seemed normal to him, which worried him a tad as he wasn't sure what all that was about then. At that moment, he felt another sensation creep across him, thought it was a euphoric one this time. It felt as though there were many hands massaging over every muscle in his body all at once. The overly pleasurable feeling left him a bit weak in the knees to the point where he had to grab on to the chair at his computer desk for stability.

It was then that the squirrel felt it. Every muscle on his body flexed and contracted simultaneously, repeating several times over the course of a moment. His entire body felt like one big heartbeat as his fingers gripped the back of the chair. Eventually the involuntary movement of his muscle tissue came to a stop, leaving him breathing heavily due to the extraordinary event he just experienced.

"Woah," Fusano blurted out between panting breaths, "I've never felt like this before." This was an alien feeling to be sure, but he was uncertain whether or not it was also unwelcomed. He placed his hand to his chest, physically observing how his heart was beating a mile a minute. Several deep breaths were what it took to calm himself down to a state where he could inspect himself, but it was only then when he realized he was inadvertently doing just that. His chest, under where his hand was touching it, felt different and he looked down to see why.

The yellow rodent blinked a few times just to ensure that his eyes were still processing the data they were receiving - his pecs undoubtedly looked bigger than before. Moving his hand around his body revealed that all of the other muscle on his body grew as well, even thought he never rubbed the cream onto a lot of them. His heart rate started rising again, though for a different reason this time. He couldn't contain his giggling as he felt himself all over, gobsmacked that an unbelievable product he bought because of an internet advertisement turned out to be the real deal. He didn't make a mistake after all!

Now he only had one question running through his mind - would that work again? It felt like an easy enough inquiry to answer, one that Fusano eagerly looked forward to elucidating. He began to reach for the tube to begin the process again, only to stop when he caught sight of his bedroom door in the corner of his eye. It's not that the wooden barrier was particularly interesting to look at - it was a very standard shade of white, after all - it's just that it looked... different somehow. He would almost say that his perspective of it had changed somehow, but he knew that couldn't be true. Chuckling, he chalked it up to feeling lightheaded from before.

The squir grabbed the gray container off his desk and squeezed the lotion onto his other hand, this time making a far larger dollop than before. His body was still a bit warm from what occurred previously which made the act of heating it up with his hands a breeze. This time, however, he made sure to rub the product over his entire body, running his hands under his tank top and navy-blue shorts to achieve maximum coverage.

With a spring in his step, Fusano placed the tube back onto his desk and stepped away into a more open area of his room. His fingers trembled with anticipation as he envisioned what his body would end up looking like when this application took effect. This might actually be what it took to make the clothes he was wearing finally feel tight, a feat he wasn't sure he would ever accomplish. Now that he thought about it, though, he might possibly need to splurge on a whole new wardrobe as he figured he may not be able to fit in a lot of the attire he has currently.

"Ah!" He gasped as he felt the warmth taking hold on him again. The yellow squirrel clenched his fists in an effort to focus on staying on his feet. His core temperature took off like a shot again, and he took deep, slow breaths to keep his heart rate under control. The last time had frightened him enough into thinking that he might end up having a heart attack that he wanted to ensure that it didn't happen again.

It started happening once again, but this time Fusano was fully prepared for it, both mentally and physically. Every muscle on his body flexed and contracted in a series of involuntary spasms, a situation he looked forward to highly. He savoured the sensation of his muscle fibres stretching to the point of tearing and then rebuilding themselves again. The fact that he could actually feel himself getting bigger was intoxicating. It was a good thing he wore the clothes that he did, because the stretch was becoming sorely needed.

A wide, Cheshire grin was plastered across his face, the rodent excited about the gains he had made over the last couple of minutes. He let his hands run over himself again, but unlike before there was a lot more of him for his hands to get acquainted with. His biceps surged when he flexed them, forming a mighty peak the likes of which he would only see on professional bodybuilders. His pectorals, now resembling a bit of a shelf, took up much more room than before, pushing out his top a bit more than they did previously. His thighs were comprised of a gloriously huge group of muscles, filling out the baggy legs of his shorts with ease. Things were finally looking up for him!

A quick glance over to his desk made him do a double-take, Fusano needing to rub his eyes to check if he was seeing things. It was almost as if the desk got smaller, but that shouldn't have been possible. Looking over to his door clued him in to what was going on. Nothing was shrinking on him, he was actually getting taller! He let out an ecstatic giggle, his height was one thing he felt self-conscious about as it was one thing that he had no say in changing. Now that that was no longer the case, he felt like he could take on the world.

The squir saw that he still had just over half the product left in the gray container and thought that there would be no better way to test his purchase than to use it all. The manufacturers never explicitly stated that one should use the entire contents of one of their goods in one session, but then they also never mentioned that one shouldn't. He would know, he read the instructions several times over. He would've really appreciated if they mentioned his body glowing hotter than a furnace, though.

Using the edge of his desk, Fusano managed to squeeze out as much of the cream as he could into his now larger hand, discarding the empty tube in his little trash can. The act of warming the lotion up in his hands felt like second nature now, also much easier since he produced far more heat on his own than he did at his original size.

Blissfully exhaling through his nostrils, the yellow squirrel rubbed the cream onto his body for the, unfortunately, last time, but there was no way he was going to be disappointed about this. His muscles felt firm when he ran his fingers over them, growing hard as a rock when flexed. He had to chuckle when he pictured the guys going hard in the gym and how he looked just like them without having gone through any of the effort they did. Yeah, this kinda cheapened the results a fair bit, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. Plus, it's not like anyone had to find out how he did it either.

Fusano lathered the last of the lotion onto his skin, his fur a touch greasy from the repeated applications. Normally he would say that this would call for a shower but cleaning himself could wait. He had gains to, well, gain after all! Once he was confident that he had massaged all the product onto him, he tensed himself again in anticipation for the events to come. A steely gaze of determination shot from his eyes, if at any point he would be able to withstand the effects of the cream, it'd be now when he was at his biggest.

The rodent was woefully unprepared for the aftermath of his latest application. With a shocked moan, the now-taller bodybuilder dropped to his hands and knees, panting as his body began once more to overheat. Sweat matted his fur anew to the point where his room had even begun to warm up, the heat dissipating from his body at a rapid pace.

Through gritted teeth, Fusano grunted as he clenched his fingers against the carpet. His muscles throbbed with every heartbeat, flexing large and proud as they engorged with blood, veins snaking down his arms, chest, and legs. He could feel his muscle fibres ripping apart with every uncontrolled movement, only to stitch back together far larger than it was previously. This was the single most extreme undertaking he had ever experienced, but he knew it would all be worth it in the end.

The feeling of the blanket of lava covering his body finally dispelling, the squir slumped to the floor, a heavy thud signalling that he made contact. He was panting labouriously, his tongue lolling out to the side. Exertion had run him completely ragged, with him barely even able to push himself up despite knowing he physically could. All he was able to do was to just lie there until he regained the strength to move again.

Fusano caught himself about to doze off several times, stopping himself from doing so. He wasn't about to let himself fall asleep until he actually got the chance to inspect himself. Blinking a few times to stay conscious he finally found the energy to move around, so he positioned his hands in such a way that he could push himself up. It took everything he had in him to keep his limbs from buckling and falling back down, but he was eventually able to propel himself into an upright position long enough to get himself to his feet.

The squirrel felt like he was suffering from the worst case of vertigo one could possibly experience. He slowly stumbled backwards until his back caught on one of the walls, though it now gave him the support he needed to get his bearings. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he groaned, seeing stars from the pressure he applied with the balls of his hands. That wasn't intentional, he just wasn't used to the amount of force he was now capable of supplying.

Shaking his head to rid himself of his foggy vision, Fusano blinked a few times to wet his eyes and focus again. What he saw genuinely startled him. He ended up staring at his incredibly tall ceiling, though instead of it being feet away like it normally was, it was scant inches away. He reached out his hand to confirm that he wasn't actually seeing things, and while he placed his entire palm on the white surface with no trouble whatsoever, he now had something new to focus on.

The golden-yellow arm of the rodent was massive, to say the least. His biceps were now split-peak monsters, looking like majestic mountain ranges when flexed. Veins like pythons slithered down his arms, making the muscled appendages look like roadmaps. Even his forearms felt as though there were forged of the strongest steel cables, ones he could probably rip in half, he wagered.

Somehow, to Fusano's complete surprise, he didn't even see the massive mounds of pectoral that now encompassed most of his field of view when looking down. His feet, feeling much larger since he had a chance to wriggle his toes, were completely obstructed by his enormous barrel chest. He gave his hefty pecs a squeeze, feeling the boulder-like muscle through the strained, but durable, fabric of his tank top. It was by complete happenstance that he noticed that the straps to his top, due to his chest pushing a couple feet and his traps raised significantly higher than before, now didn't touch his body at one point and formed a triangle of air. He laughed in delight when he poked his finger through the hole as he had only joked about that being a thing up to this point, never thinking that he, of all people, would be the first person he knew to obtain it.

While the squir couldn't see his legs, for obvious reasons, he still possessed the ability to feel them, and what he felt nearly put him over the moon. His quads were monolithic things, comparable to the mightiest of redwood tree trunks, and nearly fighting each other over the space between his legs. The textile that made up his shorts held on strong, though with how much bulk now contained within them, they'd risen significantly higher than anyone involved in their production would've intended them to. His calves were the ideal teardrop shape that any bodybuilder would dream of having, and here they were on the flipside of his shins, one hundred percent real.

Fusano ran his hands over his cobblestone abdominals, the things feeling like you could grate cheese over them. He could feel the sheer breadth of his wing-like lats whenever he moved his arms, imagining someone being able to land a plane on them. It was also then that he noticed his absolutely shredded obliques, not something he normally paid attention to, but would now. All in all, he had a damned powerful torso that anyone would be proud of.

Chuckling when he glanced around the room, the squirrel noted the increased size difference between him and all his possessions. Everything involved with his streaming rig now looked tiny in comparison to him. All of it was still functional, but he would need to upgrade the size of everything. And then there was his bed. A darker part of him wanted to go and make it support all his weight, but rationally he knew that he should have it reinforced before he slept on it again. Finally, there was the door to the hallway, now coming up much shorter than before. Judging by how long the barrier was, he estimated his new height to be roughly eight feet and considering all the bulk he added over the last little while, he posited that he weighed somewhere in the ballpark of half a ton. He was a veritable tank!

Just then, his ears twitched as he heard the telltale sound of the front door opening and people entering the house. In all his revelry, he completely forgot that he lived with other people and had not thought about what he was going to tell them.

"Oh crap!"