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AnpuRa had spent a pretty penny at that auction, but he was more than confident that it was going to be worth it. The auction offered various artifacts recovered from a recent expedition in Egypt. Weeks of digging and exploring had uncovered a veritable treasure trove of ancient items both unique and rare. The man who paid for the expedition wasn't after adding to his collection or donating to some museum so much as lining his already stuffed pockets. What happened to the artifacts was entirely up to the people who were rich enough to burn money on them. Some would be displayed in museums, some would hang on walls as a nice decoration and conversation piece, and some would be left and forgotten in the attic, belonging to someone who hardly knew what they had.

AnpuRa knew very well what he was after, even better than any of the men and women who had dug up those rare pieces. Ancient magic resonated in them, ready to be unleashed by the right person. He had seen an ad listing just some of what was up for auction and where they were from. Immediately he knew he had to try and get them. When he paid to join the auction he could only hope that he was the only person who was aware of their powers, and that some rich prick wouldn't cut his nuts and bid a price far above his spending power. So, he spent that afternoon in the gallery, number sign in paw, battling with the many other folk who thought themselves connoisseurs of ancient Egyptian artifacts. Their pockets were deep, but AnpuRa's dedication ran deeper. He ran them out of there, lifting his sign and calling prices as quickly and as eagerly as everyone else did. By the time it was over he had burned through well over ten grand. He left the auction with a car full of delicately packaged relics as old as civilization itself.

He spent the entire drive home eying the newest additions to his collection. He drove slowly and carefully, never steering or braking too hard. When he pulled into his driveway he hurried out of his car and opened the front door so that he could transport each of the objects in their packages safely. He ran back to the car and cradled them in his enormous arms to the inside of his house where he either laid them on a table or on the couch. Once that was taken care of, he closed the front door and locked it, barring any outside entry or wandering eyes. He stood in the center of his living room, already decorated with many Egyptian murals, amidst his bounty.

AnpuRa was an enormous anubis, standing tall and boasting a physique among the strongest of strongmen. His chest was loaded with a pair of pecs like oversized cinder blocks. The breadth of his arms were on par with his thighs. The fur across his body was wooly and black, turning into a soft gray on his underbelly and where an immense frock of soft fur blossomed around his collar and shoulders. His enormous muscles made his head look small and the kind face he wore look even softer. White fangs jutted down from his upper lip. Elfin ears sprouted from the sides of his head, lined on their insides with segmented gold. His irises were a deep red, currently widened with wonder by the assortment of ancient prizes in front of him. He maintained his athleticism through rigorous daily exercise, most of which was weightlifting. Today was an off day thanks to the newest arrivals. However dedicated he was to working out, collecting these ancient relics was his greatest passion. In both pursuits, enough was never enough.

He stroked the fur on his chin thoughtfully. Where to start? Every one of the pieces he had bought stoked an intense fascination, none of them more than the last. He went for the one closest to him on the couch, currently residing in a small cardboard box. He picked it up carefully, mindful of the THIS SIDE UP written in bold letters. He carried it over to the table where other artifacts awaited unpackaging and set it down. He pulled up a chair, got comfortable, and started peeling the tape off with his thumb claw. The tape ripped back, taking with it a thin layer of fuzzy cardboard. He pried the top flaps open, revealing a pile of packing peanuts. He shoveled them aside and was finally given a good look at what he had purchased.

Sitting in the pile of peanuts, patient and motionless, was something like a jade colored egg. It wasn't perfect, jagged and chipped in several places by either erosion or tough handling. In the few places it was smooth it had a soft reflection where AnpuRa could just make out the edges of his face. It was fashioned inside of a golden ring like a brooch or necklace, though the stone was far too large to be worn as either. The ring was carved with what looked like rays of light and smaller beads like stars, forming a shimmering corona around the jade centerpiece. AnpuRa reached inside and very carefully slid his fingers underneath it. He lifted it out of the box, noticing how heavy it was for its size. As it left the upper limit of the box, a ray of sunlight flashed by it, blessing it with a rainbow of colors that dazzled his eyes.

He recalled how much he had spent on this particular piece. $765, not much compared to what some of the other items went for. The most expensive was a worn sarcophagus that had gone for 23,000. The piece AnpuRa spent the most on was a golden ankh he ended up burning 1,790 on, and that was just become some asshole decided to duel him on it. It took a minute of signing and calling, but finally the guy backed out and the ankh was AnpuRa's. As for the jade rock he was carrying in his paws, there was barely a fight. A few calls went up, then went quiet once it hit 700. AnpuRa called 765, and that was it. Going once. Going twice. Going three times. Sold! To the muscular gentleman up front.

If the people there had any idea what it was, the whole house would've been pouring in every cent they had.

Lying in AnpuRa's paws was a Gorian rock, one of an extremely rare few ever made and ever found. Enchanted by the power of Seth, it was a beacon of strength and power able to grant its users the ability to wish for bodily enhancements. Legends of men and women who grew to be 8 feet tall, had muscles like giants, could run faster than light, could chew on steel bars, and crack boulders over their heads abounded thanks to these relics. AnpuRa had worked hard his whole life to build such an intimidating physique, but now here he was holding something that could do that and more in a matter of a few breaths. It felt heavy in his paws not merely because of its mass but because of the immense power he knew lay within it. Out of everything put up at the auction this was by far the most significant. Anyone who had the barest inkling of what it was and what it could do would've spared no expense.

But only AnpuRa knew, and now it was his. He almost didn't know what to do with it. The urge to go running upstairs and wishing on it was strong, but he had so many other packages to unravel. It was by dumb luck that he had opened this one first. There were other magical items he had purchased, but it was this one that grabbed his attention the most. With hindsight, he should have purchased this one alone and gone home with it instead of wasting so much cash on everything else. Oh well. It was all his now to play with, especially this little hunk of magic he was currently drooling over.

"Damn..." he muttered right before standing out of his chair and marching upstairs. He couldn't wait. He had to see this thing in action, or at least try. If it was a dud, he could at least comfort himself in knowing that he hadn't paid too much on it. If it worked, well hot diggy dog. He burst into his study where he kept his books. He searched for and then plucked the book of spells off of his shelf. He speed-walked to his bedroom, laid the leather-bound book on his bed, then hurriedly flipped to the right page. He found the spell, written in both hieroglyphics and in romanized letters. He stood back and held the rock out in front of him in one paw. He kept his eyes on the text in front of him and started to speak.

The ancient Egyptian language rolled from his mouth, reciting the spell in a few fluent syllables. The words came out through soft rolls of the tongue, cut off by abrupt chops of the jaw. In just a few seconds of speech the spell was enacted, and it was AnpuRa's time to utter his wish. He took a deep breath, and spoke. "I wish for huge buff arms that I can show off." He didn't know what to expect to see if it worked, be it a magical poof of smoke which would clear to reveal gargantuan arm muscles, or absolutely nothing, only for him to wake up the next morning to find that he had changed. What he got was something in the middle. The rainbow colors he had seen when the rock shimmered in the sunlight returned, swirling over its jade surface like the silt of a riverbottom being kicked up to the surface. It grew brighter and more radiant. The flowing colors went faster. The gold ring around it began to glow like it was the sun itself, forcing him to squint and shield his eyes with his paw. The rainbow colors bled from the rock and down into his palm. It swept its way down his forearm, blanketing his fur like some sentient primordial mass. He felt sharp tingles roll through his muscles, making his wooly black fur stand on ends. It blew up his entire arm, rolled across his pecs, then fell down his other arm, all the way down to the fingertips. He held his arms out and rolled them around. His jaw was slack with amazement. It was like the rock had filled him with some psychedelic instead of magical power.

Then, quite suddenly, the colors dissipated. The sheet of rainbow broke apart like shattered ice and sank into his skin like they were shoved under the surface of water. The stone stopped glowing, and all was still. Well, it definitely did something, he thought. He gently placed it on the bed and reinspected his arms. They weren't doing anything visibly, but that didn't mean there wasn't something brewing down in the fibers of his muscles. He went to the bathroom and stood in front of his mirror, a common ritual after workouts, now being performed after making a wish. He peeled his tank top off, revealing his plentiful trunk. He scanned its reflection eagerly, looking for any sign of growth or change.

For a few moments, nothing happened. He was ready to leave the bathroom, however, when he felt a sharp stretching sensation across both of his biceps. He held his right arm out to his side, aiming his bicep at the mirror. It didn't look like anything was happening, but he could certainly feel something going inside. It was like a hook was at both ends of his bicep, pulling it in both directions. He turned his head and peered closer, scowling. Then he saw it, small, slow, and barely noticeable. His bicep was starting to swell, right where it met his shoulder and down where it met his elbow. Red eyes turning wide, he inspected his other arm and saw the same thing. No longer subtle, it started to grow at a steady rate, fast enough that he could see it growing in the mirror. With it the pulling sensation intensified, spreading out from his bicep to its surrounding muscles. The triceps beneath started growing, then his forearms. He felt his pecs jut forward completely independent of his control. Watching himself in the mirror it looked like someone had attached a tube to his upper back and was rapidly pumping him full of air.

"Holy shit!" he chirped. He hooked his arms down into a mighty flex. Boulders of solid sinew bulged against his skin, popping out several of his veins and webbing them out like fracturing glass. He flexed his fists next to his head, getting a good look of just how big his biceps were now. They were approaching the size of his head, not slowing down whatsoever. He felt the growth sink into his bones, stretching them and his wingspan out. His traps rose from his shoulders and up his neck. With his ears so close he could actually hear his muscles bloating inside of him, sounding like the foundation of a building stressing under the weight of someone.

He laughed to himself, grinning from ear to ear as he watched and felt his body expand. He posed himself around, getting a good look at every angle of himself in the mirror. His back had turned into a massive triangle of striated flesh, dense like rock. The sinews were becoming visible even through his thick layer of fur. His paws were like mitts. What would've been the size of a cantaloupe was now more like a cue ball to him. Standing in the center of his bathroom, he could've opened the door and the window on the opposite wall at the same time. He puffed his chest out and held his paws on his hips. A proud smile sat on his face. His head was starting to sink into his shoulders, the width of which was surpassing the space between his feet. More and more veins were popping across his skin. The weight on his ankles was increasing. Oh yeah, this was what he wanted. This was what he wished for. He was imagining the admiration and envy of the men in town. Women had loved to inspect his muscles before, but now they were gonna go crazy. What would've taken years of work had been accomplished in just a few minutes. It was beautiful. Now he just needed it to stop.

It didn't.

With his paws still on his hips, his elbows continued stretching outwards while the muscles attached to them wouldn't stop swelling. The traps were approaching his ears. His torso was expanding upwards, matching the breadth of his shoulders, but not slowing their sideways expansion. Concern settled in his gargantuan chest. He looked down and saw his pecs moving outward like an incoming tide. His fingers were getting close to touching on his groin as they stretched towards each other. Any second they would stop, right? Any second now. Aaaaaanyyyyyyy second now. They kept growing. No urgent demand or thought for them to stop swelling would work. He just kept expanding and expanding and expanding, showing no signs of slowing down.

"Ah shit." She turned around for the bathroom door. Clang! His arm bumped into the toiletries arranged on the sink, scattering across the marble and onto the tile floor. "Shit!" He made to bend down and pick them up, but his muscles were so thick that he could barely bend forward. His abs crunched only a few degrees, but it was enough to pick the items off the floor given that his arms were so disturbingly long. Not that it mattered. His fingers were so huge that they couldn't properly wrap around the puny objects. He grabbed onto a stick of deodorant, only to crush it into pieces and have the contents glorp out onto the floor. He realized how fruitless it was and that he was wasting time. He charged for the door, only to find his shoulders were too broad for the doorway. He pivoted his shoulder through, only to crack his head on the top. "OW!" He ducked under. His paw would've been on his thumped temple if he could even put it there. He stumbled into the bedroom, nearly toppling over, he was so top heavy. The bottom of his vision was being blocked by his expanding chest. His neck muscles wouldn't let him look down. The book was on the bed, opened to the page he had left it on. He took two awkward steps and reached for the book. As long as his arms were, they wouldn't come together thanks to his pecs obstructing their way. He had to twist and reach so that he could get a single paw on it. He lifted it up, only to have the pages flap down together and rob him of his spot.

"FUCK!" He dropped the book back on the mattress. His head wouldn't turn to look at it. His traps had anchored it in place. He had to lean his entire body to even see the book. His weight shifted precariously on one foot, nearly dragging him down to the floor. He slooooooowly reached out towards the books front cover. His paw was bigger than the entire thing. Just getting the grip on the cover took a few seconds of awkward fumbling. He flipped it open, then rapidly peeled the pages back one by one by scraping the paper with his fingernail. He forgot which page the spell was on. His only hope was to recognize the spell runes once they appeared in front of him.

He didn't make it. The weight on his one leg became too much, pulling the overburdened anubis down towards the bed. "Nononnonononononononononono-!" He crashed into the mattress. WHAM! The entire frame collapsed and fell apart underneath him with a tremendous clamor. He tried pushing himself off, only for his arms to betray him once more. His wingspan was longer than the bed itself, preventing him from rolling over. He was stuck there, face down on the mattress which seemed to me shrinking beneath him. The width of his shoulders was now greater than his wingspan had been before he started. His traps were so bloated that they began to encroach on the back of his jaws. His paws were the size of car hoods. What were once forearms were now the trunks of an oak. Out of all of that, his waist and legs remained the same size, looking like a pair of poorly developed branches sprouting out of a tree. He whimpered through gritted teeth. "No! Oh God no! Make it stop!" He started reciting the spell to the best of his memory. Once it was done, he screamed. "I wish my muscles were back to normal!" He had recited the spell perfectly. His chest was on top of the stone, on the mattress where he had left it. It didn't matter. With his leviathan body smothering it into the comforter, it was deaf to his pleas. He would continue growing, making the poor AnpuRa recite the spell over and over, all in vain.

Finally he felt his paws reach the walls of his bedroom. There was no room to navigate them out of the way. The drywall cracked in front of them, then split open. The wooden studs bent and then snapped, splintering in every direction. "No!" He couldn't see the destruction, but he knew it was bad. It was only getting worse. The walls bowed and crumbled before his steadily growing fists. The floor beneath him was beginning to creak loudly. The house moaned in agony, unable to withstand the punishment much longer. His arms continued to carve tunnels through the house until they reached the brick facade outside. For the briefest moment, it felt like the growth had reached its stopping point. The wall of mortar would hold, and the destruction would end.

That proved false in a single explosion of dust and debris. A colossal black paw burst out of the second floor of his house. Severed bricks, tufts of insulation, and fragmented drywall erupted and then clattered to the lawn below. Neighbors heard it and thought it was a bomb. People scrambled to their windows and ran outside. Nothing prepared them for the bizarre sight of AnpuRa's fingers reaching out from his house like the hand of God reaching down from the heavens. Not long afterwards the floor beneath him gave out too. It caved in around the mattress like a sinkhole, pulling him down into the first floor. Just as quickly as his paw had torn through the outer walls, it sucked back into its hole and shredded through the ceiling, down with AnpuRa.

The roof gave birth to him right into the living room. Wires were strung around him. Lights sparked and dust plumed. He hit the bottom floor chest first, crashing through it like a meteor through bedrock. He left a crater in the hardwood the perfect shape of his body, sinking straight down to the foundation below. The earth quaked beneath him, shaking the many houses surrounding him. The wisest of people watching hurried themselves and their families into their cars to scurry away. Those brave or stupid enough stuck around, gawking at the inexplicable destruction of AnpuRa's house.

That continued once his paws ripped back out to the outside, now even bigger. His arms were the thickness of buses, something his paws could've picked up if they could try. The house was crumbling around him, ready to disintegrate at a moment's notice. At last, his shoulders swelled into the front of his house, and the final destruction began. His front door burst open to reveal his tiny head sprouting between his shoulders like a tick holding onto a horse. The front facade cracked loudly as it swelled and then shredded around his body. The house finally came crumbling down around him, flooding the lawn and streets around it with an apocalyptic dust. Fragmented boards and bricks piled around his body, forming something like a ring of protection. The building was no more, as were the tens of thousands of dollars worth of ancient artifacts he had collected and cherished over the years.

And then, he stopped growing.

He had wished for buff arms to show off to people. The stone granted his wish, but wouldn't stop granting it until the latter stipulation had been met. Until he showed his buff arms off, it would continue growing. Now here he was before an audience of awestruck neighbors, unsure of what to even think or say. His arms stretched from his next door neighbor's lawn to the other one. It looked as though a pair of sperm whales had been plopped onto the ground and left to die. From the front of his pecs to the back of his shoulder blades he was nearly 20 feet tall. What remained of the roof was scattered on his back along with a thin drift of dust and insulation. He was totally motionless. After such a brief yet spectacular episode of violence, everything had become eerily calm.

One brave soul dared to approach. He ran up to the ruins and climbed the outer ring of debris. He made it to the top and looked down to see the back of AnpuRa's head, sticking out of a cliff of muscle. He called out. "AnpuRa? Is that you?"

A moment later, there came an answer. It echoed from the wall of debris. "Yeah, it's me."

"Oh. Are you OK?"

He sighed. "No. I'm pretty fucking far from OK."

"Oh, OK. Uhh... Should I get help?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Call the fire department." He paused. "Actually, get a construction company, or something. Some guys with excavator equipment."

"OK. I'll do that."

"Thanks."

His neighbor scurried off to call for help, unnecessary given that about four dozen people had already called 9/11. Eventually AnpuRa heard the squeal of police sirens and the thrum of helicopter blades. Images of his prostrate body and gutted house appeared across the news nationwide. Many people thought it was fake, others thought it was some kind of stunt. Until he could flip himself off of the pile of destruction he had inadvertently created, get the stone, and recite that damn spell, he was stuck there, showing off way more than he intended to way more people he would ever want to.

THE END