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The raccoon is usually alone on the train ride home.

This was pretty much expected, considering he lived farther away from the city. He's been commuting here for the past months and the train has always been sparse of people ever since. The raccoon, Earl, can pick any train cart and he will be greeted by empty seats from either side. It was perfect for someone like him who wants to be alone most of the time, considering he can't do that both in his work and in his home.

Sometimes, he can't help but admire the view of the cityscape becoming more and more forested, more provincial. Towering buildings turn to trees slowly as the ride goes on, the sun setting a good background. Sometimes he would sit on the other side to see the mighty mountains instead, the greens becoming a sea of orange as the trees are colored by the light of the setting sun.

It was relaxing. It was his alone time, and he cherished every moment of it.

Today, however, Earl is not alone.

The raccoon once again sat on his favorite side, wanting to see the sun set once more. He popped the collar of his shirt open, as he tried to smoothen out his brown slacks. The raccoon could barely move his arms with how much they had done today in the office.

"Why does it have to be a moving day today...?"

Earl sighed, placing his bag beside him and opening his phone to browse some social media when, unexpectedly, someone else entered the train. The raccoon was surprised. He was so used to being alone on this trip that the thought of other people just...hopping in is a bit foreign.

Earl looked up and had his eyes bugged out as the hulking badger, probably 6 foot and a half in height, gray fur stretching against his mighty frame as he walked in and sat on the other side, his weight making the seats groan as he sat just a few ways to his right.

The badger was oblivious to the raccoon staring at him as he shrugged his mighty shoulders, his powerlifter body twitched underneath his spandex shirt as he let his bag drop beside him. The raccoon gripped his pants tightly as he saw the hulking badger move, his muscles clashing against each other as he put on his earphones. The badger's mighty arms flexed, straining the poor sleeves as he listened to some good ol' tunes. The thighs of the man were too large and thick to be contained by his small shorts, the fabric not even covering half of his godly quads as he started tapping his mighty foot on the rhythm, shaking his quad and his entire body in the process. The man simply relaxed there, his eyes closed and Earl can't help to think that his head seems so small in comparison to his body. He could see stretch marks on his arms and legs, which could only mean that he is still growing and his arousal shot up immediately at the mere thought of it.

The thought of the badger still growing made him squirm. Curse this weird fetish of his and his habit of thinking about people growing outward. His imagination supplied the image of the badger working out, his muscles pumped up so bad that he started growing then and there. His clothes started fraying as he flexed his immensity in front of the mirror, actively making his growth speed up like crazy. His body surging larger than even a van, even beyond that.

The raccoon tried to relax, breathing in and out as he hugged his bag, as if to squeeze out his hornyness. It was just his imagination, but he would like to see the badger hulking like that, probably even more than he could imagine, but that was merely fiction...

...unless...?

Earl opened his phone and scrolled through his list of apps till he found it; the app a friend of his told him about. He read the seemingly normal name below the seemingly innocent icon as softly as he could.

"'New You'..."

He heard it from someone, and that someone heard it from someone else and so on and so forth. Apparently it has the power to change an appearance through some sort of puzzle game, and the effects are quite strong too. He heard someone, a bear apparently, actually conquered the entire universe using the app a few weeks ago, filling up the entirety of outer space with his own enlarged mass.

Which is stupid. If it was true, then everyone would have known, right? No one could have missed a bear growing larger than the earth without having news about it and, so far, he hadn't heard anything like that. It was probably some exaggeration, on part of that story being passed down like some kinky telephone game.

But the raccoon became morbidly curious about the app. An app that would make someone unreasonably big so that they could surround the earth with their mass alone? Sign him up! He immediately downloaded it from the app store earlier. He wanted to try it out and now, Earl found the perfect opportunity to test it out.

He opened the app, thank heavens he muted his phone earlier. Some bubbly background appeared and a prompt to ask permission about some phone functions. He accepted it without reading like he usually does and immediately tapped 'New Game'.

And then...

"Welcome, new player! Before you proceed, please take a picture of your full body for a more immersive experience!"

Here it is. The way this game apparently grows someone. His friend said that you can cheat the system by just taking a picture of someone else instead of yourself, and it didn't take the raccoon too long to think on who he should grow.

With stealth that he rarely has, the raccoon opened his phone camera and took a picture of the hunky powerlifting badger in front of him. He thanked the stars that his phone didn't make a sound and that the badger was taking a nap as he captured the hulk in his entirety. The fact that the badger almost couldn't fit will be engraved to his mind as the app started processing 'his' picture.

The game processed it and the raccoon waited patiently, the scenery outside becoming colored orange like he wanted, but his attention was fully on the phone. He saw another notification pop up and this time his eyes widened at what he read.

'Would you like to adjust the game settings? Ignoring this prompt for five minutes will set the game in default.'

He took a quick glance at the badger before tapping 'Yes' as a lot of choices were shown to him. The raccoon is overwhelmed, his mind swimming with questions as he scrolled through each and every option. 'What kind of game is this?' summarized all his questions as he skimmed the entire thing.

Apparently the default is set to Mass(Fat and Muscle), Aware Growth, No Time Limit, and Auto Mode On Idle.

He tapped the option to only gain Muscle. The badger being more muscle than man made the raccoon drool just thinking about it. Then the one option about ignoring the changes, which considering he is changing someone else instead, may avoid an awkward situation. He thought about having Auto Mode on but decided against it. There's just something so good about being the main cause of his growth.

Finally, he set the game so that there was a time limit, more so to avoid whatever happened in that story.

"Just to make sure." He mumbled as Earl eyed the clock just above the badger. He estimated that he would arrive at his stop in...

"...20 minutes."

That...that was a lot of time, but he shook his head and continued to go with it. After that, he tapped Play and the game finally began.

A digital version of the badger appeared, dancing on top of some cube with the same clothes the real one is wearing. Below him is some sort of large grid containing icons of gym equipment and protein jars, and then on the right side of the screen is some bar with a level below it.

"'Muscle Level 1'..."

The same label is beneath the badger, and then he saw the timer. Apparently he wasted half a minute already just looking.

'This is it', Earl thought. 'Time to see if this actually works.'

He started swiping the icons, matching them and making them disappear to fill up the bar. The sounds of the train running, the sun setting with an ethereal orange glow made a perfect backdrop, something relaxing as the raccoon felt nervous and excited for what would happen.

Thoughts of the badger growing kept on egging the raccoon as he matched as many icons as he could. Just the image of the man in front of him being bigger, with none the wiser made him squirm in his seat.

The badger simply remained ignorant, his eyes remained closed as the bar filled up slowly but surely. The raccoon managed to match 7 icons in a row, and the bar filled out just like that. A prompt appeared, saying that the raccoon could still play as the growth happens, but that alert made him look at the badger in front of him.

The excited Earl gripped his pants with his free hand as he saw the spandex shirt stretch even more as the badger grew more beefier. It was like his muscles were blown up by air. The shirt was stretched beyond belief as the badger gained more and more mass. His pecs involuntarily bounced as it gained pounds after pounds of muscle.

The raccoon shamelessly drooled at the sight of the man's barrel chest becoming wider and heftier. Arms that were once of respectable size became bigger and bigger, thicker and wider as it got pushed to the side by his thickening lats that can be seen even at his front. The raccoon had to stop himself from gaping as the badger merely stretched his legs apart as those meaty thighs thickened with more mass, inching closer towards each other despite the distance.

It took a few seconds for the growth to subside, at this point the badger looked like he could lift truck tires with just a finger and with no effort. Earl gripped his pants tighter as the badger moved, his shoulders wide enough to sit a person shaking, making his absolutely large pecs bounce as he adjusted from his seat, acting like nothing happened as if his body hadn't doubled in size in a span of a second.

The badger probably thought that that was just his normal size, that he is wider than two respectable bodybuilders standing side to side, limbs bigger than trees and his pecs outsize even the largest of beach balls.

Because to him, his size was natural, a result of his efforts and not because someone decided to change him through some magical app.

Earl stared at his phone, the timer still going. The badger in his phone changed as well, reflecting what happened to his real-world counterpoint, complete with the stretched-up shirt and shorts..

"T-this is real..." He had to admit, a small part of him thought that it would just be some gag app but the fact that it actually happened...

The raccoon is now at an impasse. Should he continue this, change the unaware badger in front of him, or stop and merely enjoy the sight of this absolute hulk in front of him?

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It was a no-brainer.

The racoon quickly swiped icons like he was in a frenzy. He didn't look at the badger, still sleeping soundly despite his muscle now inching closer to his head, nor at the bar that was filling up faster than it should, but he was focused on matching the most icons as he could. He didn't realize that the abar filled up twice in his frenzy. The raccoon looked up to the badger on the verge of outgrowing his poor, stretched-up clothes.

Pecs ballooned, pushing his nipples downward with the amount of meat being added as his shirt finally gave up, revealing his gray fur to the raccoon. His arms had become thicker than even a bodybuilder's entire torso, veins crawling up and down the overfilled limbs as even his forearms grew to contend to the thighs of a normal person. His sleeves ripped as he unknowingly raised his arms, giving Earl a good view of the badger's growing thickness.

His lats and shoulders billowed out to the side, and as the badger let down his arms, his tree trunk-sized limbs got pushed to the side, perpetually in a 45 degree angle that was getting worse by the second. The spheres of muscles in his shoulders become wide enough to allow two, three people to sit on them. His traps are now reaching the very base of ears and there was no stopping it from growing beyond that.

In fact, his muscles continued to blow up, the size of his muscles becoming even larger as his transformation into the mightiest badger continued by the second. The pecs are now almost halfway to the other side of the train. In fact, the raccoon could merely lean forward a bit to be able to reach out to them. The badger's entire body groaned as he became wider than three, four, five, six, seven, TEN people, filling up the seat with his own bulk as his growth continued.

Earl could barely believe it. The badger looks so cramped with all those muscles in him. He hadn't gained an inch at all despite gaining what looks like an entire ton of pure muscle in his body and yet the growth merely continued, nary a care in the world despite his head sunk deep against his own gratuitous bulk.

The raccoon's imagination went haywire as he absentmindedly swiped icons, imagining the daily life of this hulking, oversized badger.

He probably has to buy custom made clothes to fit him, and even then he would have a hard time wearing them as his mobility is severely limited to simply raising his arm to the side. Forget doorways, he probably couldn't fit inside an entire room. He would crash his pecs against the concrete, his shoulders on the wall surrounding it as he would just laugh and try to press himself through while waddling sideways. Talking to people is hard if he can't barely see their faces, and it will be perpetually hard as the muscles on his chest, delts and traps had already surrounded his vision and more.

Can he even touch his face anymore? He probably can't. Every attempt will just send his entire torso into a massive flex that would make an entire contest hall of bodybuilders jealous as he laughed at the normal occurrence. HIlls of bulging muscles casually showing as the badger tried to scratch his itch behind his ears. The casual show of hypermuscularity made his fingers work faster, as he kept on staring at the widening body.

H-how wide is he now, anyway? His width is probably in the double digits now. The badger's entire torso is just a wall of muscle that stretches his gray fur to its limit. Just standing there, being worshiped by so many people as they try to cover his entire musculature as he laughed, his pecs bouncing as the efforts of many were futile.

At this point, Earl stopped looking at his phone, his eyes shamelessly staring at the badger as his fingers continued to match icons willy-nilly. He didn't know that he was blowing him up in the game, the muscle level already passed through 10 and is still going.

The raccoon inhaled a sharp breath as the badger's body surged wider and thicker once more, more so than before as if his growth sped up. The muscle fibers continued to become thicker and stronger as the badger grunted. The raccoon thought that the game was becoming faulty at last, that the badger finally realized his growing body but the badger merely heaved his torso up, as if he's trying to fix his sore muscles.

Earl was in shock at the way the badger's head looked. It was ridiculous how small his head was compared to the expanse of muscles that was still growing wider and wider, thicker and thicker with no signs of stopping.

The raccoon pushed himself further in his seat as the badger's pecs finally reached his side. He looked to the side, seeing only the growing expanse of the badger as he quietly scooted away from his seat, moving to a safer spot.

Once he did, he gawked, the thickness of the badger was enough to occupy the entire train and his growth was still going. His mind instantly thought of having to walk in his shoes as the badger continued his slow, outward growth.

He imagined having to carry all of that weight on his own, being the widest and thickest man on earth had to be some sort of record. He had to be a celebrity at this point. The space above his pecs is enough to hold meetings, for a large group to sleep on, enough to park an entire car or two if it weren't for how the peaks curved, almost touching the roof of the train car. The space below is too crowded by his own sheer bulk, meat coming outward from his legs fighting for space and superiority against his own pectorals.

The badger took a deep breath and Earl could see those gargantuan pecs hit the mirrors. The badger exhaled and yet the pecs never deflated, remaining in size and is in fact pushing against the mirrors. The glass is starting to crack as the pecs widened once again, the entire length of the windows is covered entirely by such badger meat.

H-how large is he becoming...?"

It was then the raccoon realized that he was still playing the game unconsciously. He looked at his screen and his jaw dropped as the bar is now on level 80...

...while the level under the badger is still on 12 and still slowly going.

The raccoon tried to stop his hands, but it was like there was this unconscious part of his brain that wanted this to keep going, to really grow this unknown man until he could fill the city, the country, the entire WORLD with his powerful mass.

It was then the train shook. Earl felt himself slam against the wall as the train made a sudden halt. The raccoon tried to stand up, but his mouth dropped at the mighty sight of the badger who had grown out of this metal prison, filling up the two train tracks with nothing but his own bulging meat. Everywhere he looked it was all meat, a bulging mass of muscles that were inching closer and closer to him as it pulsed with the badger's heartbeat.

The train had already collapsed under his weight, the reason the train stopped earlier and Earl was starting to hear the loud crunch of metal as the growth continued, destroying everything in his path. The floor, the walls, the glass, everything, and yet the badger is merely enjoying his sounds like it was nothing. Like he didn't have more than 50 tons of muscle and is still growing.

The raccoon tried to look around, trying to identify which body part is which but it was all for naught as each equally monstrous mound is unidentifiable, inflating with more mass like an overfilled muscle blimp. The only thing he could discern is the head.

Or at least, where the head SHOULD be as the head had literally sunk underneath all that mass, nowhere to be seen as the badger's pecs and traps and delts rose higher than the train and he was still growing. The only reminder that this incredibly immense blob of muscle had a head was the deep hole that is a few feet deep, where the badger's voice echoed out. There were no screams of agony about his body growing too much, only a deep, casual, relaxed hum, as if the badger was unaware of his own growth.

Because he is. The badger could easily crush vehicles under even a fraction of his mass and, in his own mind, he has been doing this ever since. Casual hypermuscularity is his entire thing. His entire life is defined by being too big, that was how he always is; the image of the smaller, more grounded size of his powerlifting body now merely an imagination of the raccoon.

Forget having a house, this badger wouldn't fit in any buildings, nor would he dare try to enter one as he could just simply demolish structures by simply lumbering towards them like a slow-moving wrecking ball. Entire houses are worth nothing as the house-sized badger merely towers over them. His head is smothered by his own meat, unable to see anything but his own oversized body.

Could he even move? His arms were pushed to his side that it was becoming harder and harder to imagine the power needed to move it. His thighs, despite being just as powerful, are fighting a losing battle for mobility in many fronts, from the way his pectorals hang so low despite rising so high, to even each other as it fights for space between each leg.

The hulk has to have a few people helping him live his life. There was simply no way otherwise, and Earl knew that people would kneel down and worship this god of muscle in a heartbeat, a simple flex enough to send people around him in an orgasmic frenzy.

As if on cue, the badger started groaning as he stretched his arms. It was...almost magical at how the badger moved, every square inch of his body bulged with such overpowering strength as he raised his arms in a casual show of strength; a front double biceps that-

"Oh god..."

Earl couldn't believe he was witnessing those hills becoming mountains, rising higher and higher and higher still as it towered over his own pecs and it was still going and going, becoming twice as tall as the owner's body, thrice, four times, it's like its ascent was never ending, wanting to reach skyscraper-levels of height.

And it is. Despite the already immense size of the badger the growth continues, so did the rise of his mountainous biceps that it apparently locked the badger on that pose, forever flexing his arms as it rose higher than 20 feet, inching close to a hundred feet and yet it's still growing.

Below that, the absolutely thick triceps had started grinding and digging itself in the opposite direction. The metal floors of the train, the steel railings, and even the solid ground was barely even an obstacle as the badger's muscle dug itself deeper and deeper into the earth. The raccoon was at awe as he heard the metal crunch underneath such growing power.

It was then Earl noticed that he was pushed aside by the growing badger. The badger's mass had filled the entirety of the train cart with his own mass, his thickness even more so as it now grew to the forest, tumbling down trees like there were nothing.

He looked up and the pecs rose up in time with his still-growing biceps. Those mighty pectorals are now competing with actual mountains; the raccoon could still see them bulging bigger for every heartbeat of the badger.

The mass of the badger, more muscle than man, was inching closer and closer and Earl had to slowly crawl back, but it was for naught as the growth seemingly sped up. He now stood up, stepping backwards but the mass was closing in on him faster that he could walk.

He broke into a full on sprint and it was like the body responded with the raccoon's mixture of fear and arousal. Behind Earl was just pure destruction and growth as he passed one cart, two carts before those two were crushed by the badger's pulsing mass. The pursuit was relentless, the raccoon being close to ground zero made his escape close to impossible.

He dared not look as he was trying to run for his life. Bag on his lean back and a hand clasped tightly on his phone. He felt helpless, the sounds of metal being crunched, the land being consumed and the pulsing heartbeats of the indescribable mass of muscle growing louder and louder, drowning the sounds of his own heartbeat and heavy breathing as the mass easily conquered everything, catching up to the raccoon too quickly for comfort.

He was about to lose hope when...!

"Hey, you!"

The poor raccoon looked to his right and saw a fox in uniform. A staff?

"There should be someone a few carts in front of you! Hang on!" The staff screamed, his voice almost drowned by the sounds of gross squishing of mass behind him. But the raccoon heard him enough as he sped up, gaining that sliver of hope once more. His body burned as he passed cart after cart, not looking back at the gray-furred blob behind him.

The raccoon ran for what seems like eternity when he saw it, his beacon of hope and his escape. An empty train whose roof was somehow removed. He didn't ask how. Someone was reaching out to him, a built golden retriever, one hand tight on a rope connected to a helicopter above as the guy held out his other hand. "QUICK! IT'S GAINING SPEED!"

The raccoon screamed, trying to gain a burst of speed as he grasped the hand and he was immediately whisked away, his toes just centimeters away from touching the growing mass of muscles as it conquered their previous spot. The raccoon was breathing heavily as he and the man who saved him got pulled up and Earl immediately crouched down to the corner once he hit the floor, breathing heavily as he tried to get some air, his eyes glazing a bit.

Earl was almost unresponsive when the staff asked what happened, only nodding and shaking his head when asked a few questions. Apparently it was fortunate that it was only them inside that train and the train staff inside was able to call for help when they saw the badger growing on their cameras.

After a few more moments of making sure the raccoon was fine, he was left alone. Earl was touching the protective headphones with his free hand. Instead of focusing on the phone, he instead focused on the helicopter.

He never rode a helicopter before, and for him to rise one after such circumstances was...kind of grim. Earl looked to his right, the people out there were gasping and almost scared at the sight.

I-is...the growth still going? He has a way to figure it out, it's literally in his hand but he wanted to see it. Wanted to see the damage his curiosity caused. He slowly stood up and inched closer.

"God, he's still growing..." One said and the raccoon's eyes widened at what he saw.

It's...like a flood. It was the only thing that could describe the scenery as the gray-furred blob of immense and titanium hard muscle continued to conquer everything in its path. It wasn't even a few minutes since he was rescued and already he was longer than the trains themselves, thicker than a football stadium is long and higher than the hills themselves. His growth was relentless as he continued to expand to such dimensions that was more and more at home with natural landmarks.

Speaking of, he looked up and saw the absolute size of those twin biceps, looking like actual mountains with ridges and cliffs and uneven topography. It casted a shadow that covered their little aircraft and the ground and it was still surging wider and thicker and taller than even the skyscrapers back in the city. The raccoon and the people inside the helicopter with him all gasped as the peaks rumbled like a volcano before rising higher till the clouds covered up almost a quarter of its way up in the sky.

Earl could barely even hear the conversation that was happening as he continued staring, just bits and pieces as he stared at the growing badger. Apparently, all they could gleam from the cameras was that the growth started a bit after the train moved. That his growth is speeding up exponentially and it was miraculous that the badger was even alive if the loud pounding of his body is considered as his pulse.

Not once did they ever link this growing apocalypse to the raccoon, who was with him when it happened, because who would ever? The scenario seems fantastical enough in the first place. A single person couldn't have caused this, right?

The crew are now talking about how to stop it, stop him and his growth. They were talking about weaponry the raccoon shouldn't be privy of, so he immediately tuned them out. He grasped his hands, and then he felt his phone vibrate and suddenly he was on alert.

That app...

Earl was scared to even look at it. Scared, terrified, afraid...

...that was wrong. He wasn't afraid, he was excited. He wasn't scared, he was thrilled. He wasn't terrified, he was eager.

Maybe he was both? He didn't know anymore. All he knows is that he has to look. He has to see how much more the badger will grow.

So with a few more breaths, in time with the surging of the muscles that were close to reaching the city despite being miles away from ground zero, he looked at the app.

The first thing he saw was the timer. Apparently, the time is up but the growth will still continue since the badger apparently hadn't reached its full potential.

Earl braced himself as he looked at the levels.

The level under the badger is 29, going 30 soon.

...

The muscle level under the bar is 200 flat.

...

"...oh." was the only response he could think of. The raccoon sat down a few ways further from the door, simply admiring the growing badger as the helicopter flew to safety.

But where would that be? Considering the badger is still growing, and growing and growing and growing, there were still a lot of levels. There was still more... and more...

More lands to be conquered, more mass to be infused to the already city-wide badger. There was gonna be more. He would be country-sized in a few minutes, continent-sized in less than an hour, and yet his growth still won't stop. His biceps will reach the cold expense of space before the rest of his body would, too busy expanding outwards towards other countries. His entire body can be seen under satellite imaging, too huge to not be noticed by everyone else as the badger merely grows and grows.

And the worst part of this is that the badger wouldn't know of it. He himself will think that his final size, however astronomical it might be, was all natural. That he was a titan from the start. Earl gulped as he tried to think of it.

The badger, waking up from his nap, seeing his mass surrounding him in all fronts, towering over him and merely smiling at the normal sight as he felt the small pump. He grinned as he slightly moved his perpetually flexed arms by an inch, the only distance it could with all those lumps of muscles bigger than entire galaxies clashing against each other, and his size somewhat doubled, trying to ease his pain from his earlier exercise.

What kind of exercise would a god of muscle like him do? Just moving his entire galaxy-no, multiverse-sized body is enough for him. Merely flexing his muscles, each flex creating galaxies was enough of an exercise.

The badger, his head smaller than an atom compared to his body, is already thinking of becoming bigger. His size was merely not enough as he thought of a few more exercises to make his pecs bigger. He hadn't gained even a million gigatons like he used to gain in a minute's worth of flexing and it was frustrating him. His growth is slowing down, apparently and he missed feeling his shoulders growing farther away from each other by another trillion light years like always.

He clenched his fists, buried in millions of miles of muscles that tensed his body, creating a planet-crushing shockwave all around him; a normal occurrence with a god like him. He smiled as he flexed, wanting himself to be bigger, to grow bigger. To grow endlessly. To grow and grow and grow andgrowandgrowandgrowand-

A notification suddenly popped on his phone, stopping his imagination from going further. Earl ignored the wet feeling in his pants (when did he...?) as Earl he at the new pop-up, the text almost mocking him as it flashed obnoxiously at the screen.

"If you like the game, please leave a review and a 5-star rating in the app store. Thanks for playing and hope you enjoyed the growth.

;)"

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He chuckled; a slow, tired, broken chuckle as the raccoon gave it a 5-star rating with a crooked grin, hiding his face from view with his shaking paw as the game was automatically brought back to the menu.

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Earl eyed the golden retriever who saved him, his muscles showing even under his fatigues. His savior...

His savior deserved a little reward.

The raccoon smiled, turning into a crooked grin as with one tap, he started a new game...

...and took a picture.