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_ Dream Big _

"Take one capsule with food once every 24 hours," Corben read from the back of his supplement package, turning it over to re-read the product tagline. "Omniflex: The gym in a pill."

He set it down, shortly before parking his own large self on the couch. The springs creaked and the wood complained, reacting in protest to a raccoon as bulky and as well-built as he was forcing his weight upon them. Opening his paw, he admired the small red pill on his palmpad.

"Gym in a pill, huh?" In his mouth it went, gulped down in one try. He reached over for a swig of soda, then to grab his dinner; a plate heaped full of pizza. "We'll see about that..."

The big brown raccoon made fast work of his first slice, devouring it in three bites while watching the opening to some random cooking show on TV. Shows like that weren't his usual thing, but the remote _was_all the way over on the other arm of the couch. Meh, it'd do.

Corben wasn't a slow eater by any means, but even he started to notice how fast those pizza slices followed one after the other, tagged along by an increasingly noticeable, tail twitching tingle deep in the pit of his sizeable stomach.

"Urf." He threw a paw at it, gently rocking his paunch. "Not sure what all that's about."

Still, he pushed on, wolfing down another couple of slices, barely noticing the tingle spreading to his thick thighs and pecs, then into those sturdy biceps, all hidden beneath a healthy layer of fat and fur.

Soon, his plate was empty. A whole pizza gone in a flash. Most would've suffered as their stomach battled to churn that much food that fast, but for Corben, all he felt was... sleepy.

"Whew." The couch complained again, cushions collapsing down under his weight as he shifted to spread his hefty self along its length. "I feel like I've had a workout... without a workout."

Corben passed out the moment his head hit the couch arm, snoring loud enough to rattle the windows. The raccoon might've been at rest, but his stomach worked away, the tingling within intensifying, spreading to every part of his large frame as he slumbered.

His snoring loudened by the second, snowballing in tandem with the tingling building towards fizzing. As loud as he got, it couldn't hope to match the wicked snap that echoed from the couch beneath him. Impressive enough to yank him from his snoozing.

"What the..." Corben sat himself up, peering around dopily. Something seemed off. He was... lower. He checked around the middle cushion his big butt rested upon, noticing how much deeper he seemed to sit. A quick wiggle of his hips helped solve the mystery; the sound and sensation of cracked, broken wood crumbling further had his ears perking. "That ain't good."

Rubbing his tired eyes, Corben sat up properly, shifting his legs to settle his paws on the carpet with a thud way harder than he'd expected. He opened his eyes... to find himself sitting way taller, and his feet covering way more of the carpet than usual.

"This..." He lifted a leg, wiggling far thicker toes. His sizeable paws... had grown, no doubt. Wider, longer, thicker. Setting it down again drew another hefty slam from the floorboards. "This can't be real... Guh."

Corben threw a paw to his scalp, scratching through his headfur. It didn't take long to notice his bicep, bulging way fuller, thicker than usual. He stopped, gawked at himself... flexing. The sheer force of the response almost took his breath away; a mountain of muscle emerging from that sea of brown-furred bulk. "That's... grown too. Okay, this..."

He set his paws down to the couch, aiming to push himself up to his feet. That just bought with it yet another dose of shock for the staggered raccoon. His paws were right by his side, but somehow within reach of both couch arms, too. The centre couch cushion had disappeared beneath his big rear... as had most of those either side of it, too. He practically jumped to his heftier feet. "What the f--"

Corben had barely stood his full height before his head hit the ceiling. Hard enough to crack it and rain flecks of plaster all over the carpet. Dazed, he staggered and swayed, grimacing, losing his balance and falling backwards.

The whole room rattled as the couch caught him, then dropped him. In a flash, the massive raccoon utterly obliterated both frame and fabric, leaving his couch looking like a tube of toothpaste squeezed hard at the centre. The ceiling rained yet more plaster, pictures tumbled from the walls, other furniture jumped and trembled where it stood. Surely even his neighbours had experienced Corben's violent tumble.

He didn't have time to collect himself, though. That tingling took centre stage, demanding a slap of his paw at his... even thicker stomach, peeking like a steep hillside to block the whole of TV beyond. "Holy hell, I'm big--"

That tingle surged hard, sending Corben into a hard jolt that rattled the room further. Every inch of him shook, tensed. A low growl escaped his clenched muzzle... not with pain, but joy.

Those huge arms grew in all dimensions, pushing his shirt sleeves to their maximum before being torn effortlessly to shreds. Colossal brown biceps and triceps grew larger still, bulking along with his mighty chest and sturdy thighs, ripping through the rest of his clothes as if they weren't even there.

His hefty tail swept the carpet, finding more and more as it too joined in on the fun. Corben piled on the brawn, and the bulk along with it, his ample gut and butt expanding along with the powerful abs and glutes beneath them. The rumble in the room stopped... but only for pause. That still intense tingle would see to that.

"Oh, that's looking lovely and meaty--" The TV never stood a chance. Corben's massive paw smashed right into it, crushing it completely as the raccoon's hefty pads collided with the wall behind, pressing firmer and firmer as his legs grew in length and girth. The whole house shook, rumbling like a bomb had gone off. Cracks spread as the wall tried to contain him, ceiling raining plaster like snow until Corben's chest and belly expanded enough to press up against that, too. The floorboards cracked and bowed under his weight, head soon colliding with the wall behind him. "Damn... this is intense."

Corben bit down on that last word, grinning as more and more furniture found itself pinned and crushed against all four walls, grunting as his massive frame slowly started the room itself collapsing. In a ground-trembling burst of energy, he surged again, blasting through all four walls and the ceiling right after. One arm cleaved through the kitchen, the other ploughed the front garden. His weighty paws collided with the neighbour's wall, rocking their house too. His head smashed through the hallway and his upstairs bedroom slowly broke against his mighty stomach, contents tumbling down into the valley of his burly bare chest.

Wooziness hit Corben hard. He barely even registered wobbling his way up onto unsteady feet, bringing the rest of the house crumbling down as he tore through the roof and outer walls like tissue. What remained standing of his house barely reached up to his hefty thighs, ruins cast in a deep shadow by the 20 metre raccoon driving deep prints into the yard as he admired his newfound size.

"I don't know what kinda gym does this..." Corben put a paw to his forearm, flexing, beaming at how far his enormous bicep pushed it away. "...But I sure ain't complaining."

He peered down past his barrel chest and looming belly, looking beyond those tree-like thighs and powerful lower legs. Supporting them all, his hefty paws dug deep into the lawn, tugging what remained of the front path into the crater-like prints. He couldn't resist lifting one, wiggling his toes to watch the broken remains of whatever had been caught beneath it tumble down to the ground.

Corben set it back down, shocked at the incredible boom his impact sent out. Parked cars nearby visibly trembled on their suspensions, almost as much as the small gathering of neighbours brave enough to have stuck around to watch on in disbelief.

"Hey," he called out, holding up a paw, grinning wide. "I'm... as shocked as you are. Trust me."

No response. In fact, most of them decided to turn tail and run. Soon followed down the street by the rest as Corben's wide swaying tail connected with the rest of his house, mercilessly smashing it into a heap to join the rest of the shattered ruins.

"Damn..." He looked back to take in the carnage he'd caused without even moving. "Lucky Tirrell wasn't home."

His mind soon turned to that all-too-familiar tingle in his centre, pulsing stronger and stronger. As huge as he'd become... it seemed he wasn't done yet. "Man, I better get gone. If I surge again around here, Imma do some real damage..."

At that size, and carrying that much extra girth and muscle, no matter how careful Corben might've tried to be, walking safely down those small suburban streets was no easy task.

Every stomping step drove crack-strewn, crumbling pawprints deep into the asphalt, sending out thuds that rattled the surrounding houses. The echoing booms did a good job of alerting his neighbours long before he reached their homes, giving them plenty of time to leave their homes, investigate, find him, and promptly flee as fast as their legs could carry them. He couldn't help grin and snort. He meant no ill will at all, but having that sort of effect on people, leaving them so totally awestruck by his sheer height and mass... it felt good.

"Are these some gains or what?" he called out, lifting and flexing one hulking arm after the other. "Omniflex. Can you believe it?"

The added spring to his crashing step drove his hefty paws even deeper into the street, pulling in a few cars unfortunate enough to be parked too close to the aftermath of his rumbling footfalls. So enthralled and overjoyed with himself, Corben had forgotten all about that underlying tingle, missing it right up until it fizzed and surged all over again.

His whole body shook like crazy, pure energy prickling every strand of fur from lofty head to crater-dwelling toe. The huge raccoon expanded again, gaining metre after metre in height, not to mention width. All around him, the neighbourhood trembled, cast under a darkening shadow as he stretched up towards the evening sun. His thick tail flitted and flicked, uprooting roadside trees and sweeping into the yards of homes bouncing from the power coursing from beneath those expanding, thickening paws, cracking the tarmac where he stood.

Again, the sensation left Corben dizzy, staggering, struggling to catch himself as those beefy paws crashed down aimless and indiscriminate, flattening anything and everything unlucky enough to fall beneath them. Bad enough, but with the boost to his brawn and bulk, arms and thighs thick like a weightlifter's, gut and butt conforming yet further to the expanding muscle beneath them, it didn't take long for him to lose his balance.

Flattened cars, half-stomped houses, pawprints cratering the full width of streets: the devastation left in Corben's wake resembled the scene of a natural disaster. Nothing could stand up to him, far too small and weak to contain a creature with such size and power at his disposal. Not even the ten storey apartment block he ultimately collided with, foundations shaking, facade breaking, tilting further and further as it proved no match to the growing raccoon as tall and several times wider than itself.

"Woah!" Corben caught his bearings, and himself, just in time. Instincts kicked in. He threw out his arms, grabbing hold of this tumbling tower and holding it to his enormous frame. He set his feet, stomping two massive steps that set off every alarm in the parking lot beneath him. A few fleeing residents stumbled as they passed, knocked off balance from the shockwave, eventually regaining their own balance to flee from weighty paws that stood even taller than they did.

Corben held the whole building there in place, barely exerting effort. Still, he couldn't help admire the extra girth his arms had found, biceps huge enough to threaten the sides of the tower themselves. One false move, one over-enthusiastic flex, and the walls themselves would surely cave.

"When's this gonna end?" he snickered to himself, voice still loud and thunderous enough for everyone still in the building, and on the ground around his paws to hear him. "I mean... I wouldn't mind another surge or two, but... I dunno if the city can take it."

Setting himself again, making sure he had full possession of the perilously positioned tower, his eyes caught sight of the room beyond a tenth storey window. Some small fox stood there, visibly trembling, sprawled out against the wall that gravity had pulled him against. He stared with big eyes back at the raccoon, jaw wide open, ears splayed. Corben felt a tinge of regret, especially given how many others might've been in a similar position inside the building, but he needn't have. After all, with his newfound size and strength, he probably could have supported this whole thing with one arm alone.

"Hey, mate." His nose pressed at the window. It didn't help that fox to settle. "Listen... you might wanna clear outta there. I don't think this building's up to code anymore."

Enough playing. Corben figured it time to correct his mistake. And what better way to do so than by showing himself off and putting one arm behind his back.

"See? You ain't gotta worry. I've got you."

"Yo, what the f--" The fox found himself cut off as his whole world moved again. With one paw alone, the giant raccoon pulled the whole building back into place, barely even needing to try in the process. That suited him; a good opportunity to watch his big bicep bulge and his hefty chest thicken. As fast as it'd been knocked off balance, Corben had righted it, stepping back and admiring his work with a smirk. "Only slightly off-centre... Don't go using the lifts to get down, yeah?"

Getting out of the city before he grew too big was no longer an option. Standing as tall as the biggest apartment blocks in the neighbourhood, paws as big as the roads themselves, every move he made from that point onwards would come at a price. So, as he peered off towards the unreachable hills beyond civilisation, Corben treated himself to his most self-indulgent thought yet.

He turned one-eighty, those steps alone making a churned mess of what remained of the parking lot beneath his massive paws. In the distance, the lights of the city centre shone like beacons, glistening glass skyscrapers reaching up high, higher even than the enormous raccoon grinning their way.

"Big and buff as I'm looking right now... I can't really get a good look at myself with my eyes alone." His enormous tail swatted through the air, sending out gusts of wind that left trees and people alike battling to stay fully upright below. "I need a mirror..."

Comfortably standing over 30 metres tall, to say Corben's journey towards the city centre was eventful would be an understatement. Romping around, needing to take high, arcing steps over rows of townhouses, if anyone this side of the city had missed him, they were well aware of his presence now.

"Damn, they built all this so close together," he grumbled, heavy thighs and thickened, muscle-packed calves flexing with every cumbersome step forward. It took good aim for him to find the streets between the houses alone. His subtlety however left a lot to be desired. Every thooming step rocked the foundations of the whole street, rattling tiles from the roofs and even some of the brickwork crumbling from how much weight went into those belly-jostling strides. A pattern repeated as he cleared row after row of houses, leaving every building in his vicinity struggling to stand up to the impact of those street-crushing paws, and every person still unfortunate enough to be there struggling to get clear of the leathery black pads beneath them.

"Hey, you're cool, you're fine," Corben insisted, chuckling as a little guy resembling an otter threw up his arms and screamed, barely anywhere close to the crumple zone of his pawprints. "Probably a good call you get outta here, mind... I don't think this place is coping too well with a raccoon as swole as I am, heh."

He took pause, grimacing at something pricking at his pads. It urged him to lift his leg, the ball of his paw accidentally carving the roof clean off of the house it connected with on the way up.

Balancing on one leg, Corben took a closer look at his sole, finding an eye-opening amount of... everything stuck to and between his pads. All sorts of street furnishings from tiny signs all the way up to broad trees had been mercilessly flattened and contorted by the pressure thrust upon them, barely recognisable, even after he peeled them off for a better look. When it came to the pricking, there wasn't a shortage of culprits by any means.

Corben swept off his pads and let the mess of wood, brick and metal rain and skitter all over the street below, most of it collected within what drew the hulking raccoon's attention next. A deep, fissure-strewn pawprint scarred the width of the road and then some, large enough for pavements, street lights, whole homes, the entire street around it to appear dangerously close to tumbling into its depths. "Hah... Imagine if I was really trying to cause chaos around here."

Fun as it was to admire both himself and his impact on the helpless neighbourhood below, Corben reminded himself of his mission at hand: get to the city centre.

He lifted those fat, musclebound legs of his, crashing them down beyond row after row of houses, all the way up until he reached the main road between where the suburbs finished and the edge of the city proper started. Totally taken by the temptation of those glass towers beyond smaller office buildings, the swelling raccoon completely missed the abandoned bus he squashed flat in one fell swoop. It turned to foil in an instant, contorting to the shape of his fat pads, sticking to his rising sole for but a moment before peeling and tumbling back down to the asphalt with a deathly, crashing clank. Without even breaking stride, Corben left the aftermath to lie in yet another huge print as he rumbled onwards, pressing his frame between those five, six storey office blocks that struggled to reach waist height.

Just like everything else left in his wake, they couldn't hope to stand up to a huge, hefty raccoon with a purpose. If his swaying hips didn't smash their facades to pieces, that massive tail swinging away behind him made sure to finish the job. The smashing and shaking went on and on, an unyielding display of might... that would yield only to the strongest, body shaking tingle yet.

Corben clenched his paws, roaring towards the sky as those swirling energies worked their magic once more. His grin said everything as he shot upwards, outwards, widening hips and thighs blasting those office buildings to pieces, thickening, expanding paws steamrolling the foundations themselves. Like dominoes, more and more tumbled, helped along by the low rumble rolling out as the titanic raccoon soared to pierce yet more of the sky.

Once the shaking and thundering stopped, those six storey buildings that once reached his waist barely even made his knees. A heavy grunt cracked windows. A heavier chuckle broke them completely.

"I was wondering how long I'd have to wait for this," he sang, marvelling at himself as his arms packed a staggering, monstrous amount of bulk, muscle barely hidden now beneath the heavy layer of softness the raccoon possessed. His chest and back spread wider still, stomach thickening and roundening, pushed out forwards and sideways by his extra mass and muscles flexing like crazy deep beneath. His hips and butt hadn't been left behind, expanding, widening so far that he spilled far beyond the four-lane road he'd been charging through, sturdy thighs and buff calves making short work of any surviving buildings once he started to move again, kicking and bumping them into nothing as Corben proved far too huge for the district to contain. "I want more, though... more size... more everything."

Clearing 60 metres with ease, packing so much mass, the fat, musclebound raccoon possessed enough power in his stride to really start making an impression.

Far too hefty for anything lining the road to survive intact, Corben could see with ease the little office buildings strobing for him, their lights flickering beneath the setting sky with every tremor issued out from his thunderous stomps.

Standing so tall, stature so broad, he couldn't hope to see down beyond both his mighty chest and enormous, shifting stomach as he walked. Not that he'd have wished to, what with how much pleasure the smirking raccoon took from stroking over himself, awestruck by his own incredible burliness.

Below, those paws stretched across several lanes each, leaving room enough for one to crash down on the road and the other to plough through and crush the foundations of stores, offices and towers alike. If anyone had been unfortunate enough to find themself in Corben's path, they'd have been treated to a fantastic view of those meaty pads amid a sea of debris-dusted fur, right before they slammed down to press, break and shatter asphalt, concrete, anything.

At that size, it took him no time flat to carve a destructive path towards downtown, swinging his hips to add some extra flair to the carnage. They were just buildings, he thought. Perfect for showing off what he could do with his newfound stature.

Squeezing past a couple of smaller, waist tall skyscrapers, it soon became clear that even the widest of the city streets would struggle to fit a raccoon of his girth. Six lanes wide was generous, but still not enough for Corben to walk down freely, leaving his fat hips and larger butt to bump and smash the glass facades of these larger office towers, their roofs and upper floors pushed away by his broad shoulders and super-thick arms. He could see his target clearly now, one of the few structures left to outmatch his height. Pride Tower: forty storeys of glass and metal, standing almost double Corben's height. He was a matter of blocks away from his target, a short walk at most. The excitement over really seeing himself grew... almost as much as that trusty tingle coming back to offer the raccoon an extra treat.

"Yes," he snarled, pumping his fist, jabbing an unlucky tower clean off its lot. "More! Come on!"

Corben's whole body quaked. The ground, too. That tingle fizzed, burned, rising to an inferno in the raccoon's midriff. Groaning, roaring, cheering on his own growth, he surged upwards, outwards, downwards even. The shaking ground itself began to collapse from Corben's incalculable weight, the road crumbling where he stood, feeling like sand between his toes, driven down towards subway tunnels equally helpless against his paws, caving completely in on themselves. Around him, towers of all sizes blasted aside, unable to resist or contain him. In a near instant, the entire block had been levelled in a crashing, deafening hail of broken glass and twisted metal. Corben didn't notice. How could he? After all, he had eyes for one thing and one thing only.

Stomp, stomp, stomp: the disastrous bassline underscoring the monumental raccoon's stroll towards a Pride Tower now barely a shade taller than him. All through the city centre, skyscrapers rocked visibly, swaying like trees in a breeze, slowly shattering, shedding glass. Smaller buildings fell completely, if not from Corben's paws directly, then the rhythmic shaking that betrayed their foundations. Behind him, deep in the shadow cast by the tall, wide raccoon, the whole area appeared as if pushed away in all directions. Remnants of a final, victorious surge that saw him outgrow the city itself... all while he had that one true goal in mind.

The only tower left to rival him proved to offer itself as a fantastic full body mirror, even with the sheer growth the raccoon had enjoyed widthwise. He stepped back, grin shining as much as the glass front in the setting sunlight, tail sweeping at the buildings around it, brushing away cars, trucks, anything it found in the street below.

"Yes," he growled, menace finding its way into his smile. Lifting those magnificent arms, packed with more muscle than he ever thought possible, proved an effort in itself. Worth it, if only to see how hard and intense it grew with a firm flex. Rivalling literal hillsides, brawn pushing bulk aside, veins clearly visible even under brown fur, he had to have possessed biceps like no other. Not to be out done, the rest of his arm tensed along with them, showing off their own herculian mass.

Like the biggest, fuzziest bodybuilder, Corben took position after position, showing off for himself, marvelling at his mindblowing gains and the dimensions that came with them. His huge chest, like his arms before it, shoved his ample thickness aside, pushing forth like two mountains forming a deep valley. Below, even his heavy stomach morphed, abs and delts making themselves known in an ocean of girth. Ponderous thighs outmatched buildings, solid muscle expanding with every shift and strain of his legs. Further below, towards the crumbling ground, calves resembling hill ranges alone with the way they jutted out from behind his solid shins.

"The biggest raccoon in the world... but I can be bigger." he slapped a paw to his doughy gut, flexing one hulking bicep all over again. "Come on tingle, don't fail me now..."

"Corb?" A familiar voice cut deep. "Corb!"

He shook, jumped, sat himself up quick. "Wha-- what?"

"You're making so much noise that I can't hear the telly."

Corben rubbed his dizzy head, then his sore eyes. Forcing them open helped him find himself, sitting on the couch, paws pressing against the arm. "What happened?"

"You were snoring like a damn bulldozer," Tirrell replied from the armchair opposite, resting a cheek on his fist. "Having a dream or a nightmare or something."

"Huh... So... Omniflex?"

The slim wolf's head tilted. "Omni-what?"

"Oh... no, nothing."

"I told you not to eat so late. All that pizza was bound to play havoc with your head."

"Pizza?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, paws upturned and out to his sides. "As in the pizza we ordered in for dinner?"

"Right, just... Man."

"Mate, are you doing alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. It was a dream..." Corben checked his arm, paw to his bicep, flexing to feel it bulge strong beneath his thick flesh and fur. "Heh, a really big dream."