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Ancestor's Folly

"Come on, you can't deny that I'm right!" the short tempered kangaroo shouted to everyone else on the bus.

"It doesn't matter if it's been done before, we still have to do it so we learn about them; it's why we are even on this place to begin with," a female brown rabbit, with flowing straight hair said. The kangaroo sat back down, crossing his arms. Marcus didn't care, he knew he was right and they were wrong. Why do a basic biology experiment in the Amazon when they could have done one at a stream on their college's campus? He could care less if they were here to learn, he only wanted to do this trip for the chance to get away from college.

Marcus finally got his chance when the school actually decided to do a spring break trip for some students in the biology section of the college. And better yet, he was getting credits to basically do nothing besides travel. Apparently they were going to visit an ancient tribe of very friendly natives in the middle of the jungle. "Some small tribe of naked, panther savages no doubt," he thought to himself as he leaned back to take a nap. If he wanted to see naked people jump around like savages, he would have stayed in the male shower room with the rest of the gays. All of the sudden he felt a little dizzy and agitated; it was as if the heat or something was getting to him, which explained his previous outburst about how this trip was stupid.

"What? Where am I?" the kangaroo thought as he looked all around him. It was as if everywhere was night; he saw nothing but the stars. Turning around he saw a blinding light that was bigger than him, giving him warmth. Taking in his other senses, he found there was no smell, and that he wasn't breathing. But this didn't affect him for some strange reason; it was as if he didn't need it. Next thing he noticed was that his paws stood on something that felt strange. When he looked down, all he could see was what looked like a battered globe, the kind you would find in a class room. Except he could see paw prints, and it was dented from his own moving around. Digging his toes into the globe, he found out it wasn't plastic, but something he couldn't get his mind around.

"Marcus!" someone yelled to wake him up.

"What!?!" the roo responded, jumping up.

"We are starting our hike, get your ass up," someone else said. Marcus really didn't know who said that but he was way too groggy after getting startled awake to care. Grabbing his bags with a huge yawn that lasted till he stepped off the bus, he jumped down to the ground and landed on his huge paws.

"This isn't the village, where are we?" he asked with a short little yawn to compliment the one he just had.

"Marcus? Do you really need to keep asking questions? Maybe if you weren't sleeping while they tell us instructions, and actually read what they gave us, then maybe you would know," the rabbit from earlier said. Marcus didn't know her name. All he knew is that he really didn't like her.

Choosing to ignore the lapine, he used his seething anger to march himself with the others. He didn't even notice who was leading them until his clumsy paw tripped over a branch, causing him to fall down in the brush to the forest floor; he had always had big feet and he constantly tripped over something on the floor or his own paws. The leader came and picked Marcus up, spouting something in his native tongue. The black panther, wearing nothing but a loin cloth, picked the roo up with ease. He was taller than everyone in the group, towering his lean form a foot or more above everyone. It was kind of romantic how the panther did it, holding Marcus like he was a woman, in the classic dramatic kissing position until he propped the roo back up and went on with leading the group.

Marcus shook his head, something was making him feel weird the farther he went into the forest and he really didn't know what it was about. It was that that same dizzy feeling... maybe that fall took more out of him than he thought. But he kept trudging along near the front of the group again. It was interesting enough, to say the least, that the tall nude panther in all of his glory somehow seemed slightly shorter; Marcus couldn't figure out why.

"Y-You think it's time for a break?" he stammered for a second as he fingered his shirt that was uncomfortably bunching up around his neck. The panther stopped and looked closely at the kangaroo, giving a puzzled look before turning around to continue with his job leading them to the outskirts of his village.

About 20 minutes later in their trip, the group finally found more panthers, all of them nude. It was interesting to see that the panther that was leading them had a loin cloth... then it got even more interesting when he took it off, tossing it by the edge of the clearing where the path to the village was. "The Rugon tribe believes that in order to accept people into their own traditions, they themselves have to be willing accept others," an instructor pointed out to his students.

"Does that mean we have to strip too?" a jock said to a couple of his friends as they all laughed.

The professor said, "No you don't, it is custom here to do what you wish. It has something to do with their ancient legend about how one should live their life for the now, because you never know when the souls of the immense being will come crashing down on you. So when they perform their visitor celebration, I think you guys can do whatever you wish to do before we get into the studying."

"Visitor celebration? Why do they have a celebration for having guests over? And souls? I think they meant the soles of the giant feet. It makes more sense if you asked me," the same rabbit chick who had been nagging Marcus the whole time said, starting to bother the professor now. "At least she isn't nagging me now," Marcus thought to himself.

"No my dear, they mean souls, though I guess the two could be intertwined. The Rugon believe that an outsider will come into their midst and be turned into one of their gods. In order to save their people they attempt to make every outsider their friend, and to generally make everyone happy. It's how they have lived for thousands of years," the instructor explained.

"Tonight I'm sure they will have a bigger celebration. We arrived on their holy holiday, where the spirits come out and bring to them the closest person to their one true deity that they can get to. According to legend, they bring about a change in the person, that this person comes to enjoy more and more. The more that this change happens, the more they take on the god powers coming from this so called 'true being,' " the instructor continued. The black panther leader came back to the group, waiting for them to stop talking. Marcus could barely pay attention; the dizziness kept taking over him. He was convinced he was getting sick.

"Get your big ass out the way Marcus!" the rabbit yelled at Marcus. "And now back to me," he thought with a sigh.

While getting out of her and way reaching down to the ground to get his stuff, he noticed everything felt a little weird. Instead of reaching down to get it while keeping his legs straight, he had to actually bend his legs to get his bags all the way on the ground. Another thing was his shirt. It was really bothering him, and felt tight around his arms and chest.

"Well you did tell us that we could do this, right?" the kangaroo asked as he took off his shirt. Everyone gasped as he did; Marcus had some abs going on, which was new to him and to everyone else. This wasn't really the crew he tended to be around. This group was way higher strung, in more than one way.

As he rubbed his chest, everyone else stared at him since he was the first one to actually break the social norm of the class. The panther looked at Marcus with some sort of vigor he had never shown before. The guide seemed excited now and bounced off, shouting some native speak and signaling for everyone to follow him. Marcus shrugged and picked up his bags, but noticed his pant legs were above his shoes. Last time he checked he was wearing long, baggy pants, so this was a surprise.

The annoying rabbit cleared her throat and said, "Um... can you put your shirt back on? I'm sure we all..."

"Wow! Dude you look totally ripped, did you get taller too?" someone else asked, cutting off the female rabbit. Then they all started talking about how muscular he was looking, not letting her get a word in.

The muscular roo liked what was going on, but it was already getting dark. By the time everyone got to the village and situated in their own little huts, it was time to interact with the locals. Marcus had no problem doing that because it seemed their guide was talking about him all over the village, and everyone rushed to greet him. Their poor English made things a little hard for him to understand but all and all it seemed that they were giving him whatever he wanted. They presented him with a ton of different things, even a wooden carving of him with some sort of glyphs on it.

What surprised him most was that the little wood bust looked old, like it was made a long time ago. The edges were dull and he could spot some rot on it. But he threw that thought out quickly. They hadn't seen him until today, so how could the Rugon have known what he looked like? Suddenly a big rush of air blew around him. Everyone looked past him to the fire as it flared suddenly. It turned a greenish hue as a giant smoke cloud rose up, giving a picture of Marcus in the smoke.

Because it seemed that he was everywhere now, and everyone else saw it too the same chick that always harped at him asked with a little bit of a concern, "Marcus, did you see that?"

"I have no idea, the flame is different to" Marcus replied. He was going to say that someone put something in the fire, but no one was around it at the time. The fire, which was at the center of the camp and big enough for everyone to be around once they were having their feast, still emitted those strange greenish flames. He was captivated by the flames as the dizziness came back to him.

"What? What's going on? I..." he tried to ask but his head was spinning; he fell down, closing his eyes and was unable to get up as his pants grew tight around his waist. It took all his effort just to rip off his pants, as the dizziness inside his head made him angry. It made his head hurt so badly, it was all he could do to not thrash around. By the time his fit was over he didn't know what had happened. He did see the fire that was in the middle of the camp, only closer now. It seemed like a tiny little camp fire.

On his knees and hands looking down at the little fire, Marcus turned and sat down on his hips, crushing a hut under his right hip and ass cheek. "What? Oh snap I'm really sorry! Wait what's going on... why...?" was all he could get out as he saw everyone standing before him. They looked like little dolls staring at him. That's when he realized he was naked and covered himself in front of his friends since it was habit from his culture to keep his manhood covered. Looking down he saw what he did to the house nearby and lifted himself up, making sure to place his massive paws in between the houses that barely had enough room for it. He rose up without caring where he stood up, nude and towering over everyone below him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure how this happened," the giant roo said as he bent his knees to look down over the smaller people below him. "But I think I like it," he smirked as he rose back up to stand. "Rugon? More like Roohere if you ask me." He planted his massive paws wider to give himself more of a base to stand on, not really caring about the huts bellow him. He was almost as big as some of the bigger, older trees of the forest. Some were more than a hundred fifty feet tall, and that annoyed Marcus a bit. Why should a tree be bigger than him? He was a god now, why shouldn't he be bigger? Just then, without meaning to, he grew taller and taller. The trees that were bigger than him just seconds ago fell down toward his chest, as he flicked a couple of them away like they were just twigs standing upright.

Laughing triumphantly, he had a fun little time making his own path through the forest. The trees bounced off his muscular body as he continued to grow; he wasn't paying attention to much of anything other than his own growth. Marcus's mission was to see how fast he could get to the other side of the continent, to the edge of South America, just because he wanted to see how everything else was compared to him, buildings or the curve of the world or something so he could judge his own massiveness. The trees weren't always a failsafe measurement because not all of them were more than one hundred fifty feet tall; some were less or more than that. His head reached higher and higher toward the clouds, and the trees only came up to his waist. The kangaroo kept purposely using his body to play around with the trees, butt bumping some to knock them down; he wasn't having much difficulty doing so. But mostly put his paw forward and pushed down a tree ahead of him just from walking, enjoying the increasing ease he could topple them. Sometimes he would check to see just how much power he had over these giant plants that used to tower over him by putting a tree in-between his huge toes and twisting his foot, causing the tree to snap at its base.

Looking back at what he had done to the forest, the colossal roo saw his paw prints as clear as day in a line to himself. It was pretty spectacular how he could tell exactly where he was going just by looking at the sun since it always set in the west. And knowing basically where they were to begin with allowed him to just walk to his destination. By the time he got to the cape, the forest was gone and he had to deal with the cities. Marcus really didn't want to mess with them; he wasn't a mindless killer. But he did want to see just how big he was compared to the rest of the world... so he was willing to take that chance. He started walking and then tripped over a tree he previously kicked, and fell down with his arms and face going into the sea.

Getting up and brushing the city debris from his torso along with the water off his face, he remembered something the professor had said in class once. And at that moment, Marcus had an idea. He had heard of people flying over the Atlantic and getting awards for the fastest time. Now was his shot at being known as the biggest person to hop the Atlantic Ocean, and the fastest person to cross it. After all, he could do these things now; he was a god.

He gave a huge jump and landed in the salty water, soaking his fur and matting it against his body. That annoyed Marcus a lot; he hated getting wet like this. With his anger, his growth sped up until he was miles tall, pushing any creatures under him out of the way of his rising bulk. He felt his paws hit the ocean floor around fifteen thousand feet tall, distracting him from his anger. Then with a couple more jumps that created waves taller than the world had ever seen, he reached Africa. There he was back in the forest again, with none of the trees even able to cover any of his body now, not even the toes.

Marcus just went on walking. With each growing step the ground sank deeper under him, and more trees and grasslands were crushed. Whatever his paws crushed, he really didn't care; he was just happy to be this big, exploring the continent like a playground. Once he reached the Sahara desert he stopped. The sand really felt uncomfortable to his paws thanks to how hot it was. It wasn't like the desert was hurting his overgrown roo paws, but he just didn't enjoy it. He stomped on the sand as if to teach it a lesson.

Nothing happened. Scowling, he stomped again, and still nothing happened. Marcus started hopping and stomping around everywhere; it was as if no matter what he did the sand still would not be kept in line. Just then, at the bulk of his anger, he felt dizzy again. With his head reeling, the god roo fell to his knees and held both his hands against his head as he fell to the left. His shoulder and upper body hit water but his head hit land. This jarred him awake as he looked down at himself. He was holding himself up in the water between North America and his last place in Africa. He had crossed the Atlantic while lying down... he was a bridge.

Getting up and pretending like it was no big deal, Marcus examined his body with a grin; he now rivaled most continents in size. He got back in the Atlantic, laid his shoulders against the North American coast, and lifted his arms to rest them across the continent behind him as he raised his feet to rest on Africa. He admired just how big his paws really were. His species was normally large footed, but his took that to a country-sized new meaning. Now he decided that he was just going to relax for a bit.

Just then he noticed it was getting more and more cramped staying in the same position; he had to get out of the water soon. Wiggling himself out, he popped up and sat down on North America with his feet pushing against the ocean floor in the water like he was sitting in a kiddy pool. He didn't know what to do now. The ocean was getting smaller and smaller with each passing minute. At that thought he got up and decided to take a stroll. It was his place to do whatever he wished with after all, so he walked on, leaving massive feet prints in his wake. After a while it donned to him just how big he was; about two steps and he covered an entire continent. That amused him greatly and kept him occupied until he lost his footing once again in an ocean he had been walking through. The fall made the earth form a huge bump on it, like it was dented. His body spanned the entire continent and then some as he grew more and more on the spot. When he stood up, the roo could not believe his eyes.

It was as if everywhere was night; he saw nothing but the stars. Turning around he saw a blinding light that was bigger than him, giving him warmth. Taking in his other senses, he found there was no smell, and that he wasn't breathing. But this didn't affect him for some strange reason; it was as if he didn't need air. Looking down at his paws he pushed his toes into the ground. It felt really weird, and he just couldn't place how to describe it. It was as if he was looking at a battered globe you would find in a class room, except that he could see paw prints, and it was dented from his movement. Looking back towards the blinding light of the sun, Marcus smirked. That would be his next challenge, to become bigger than the sun.

"Then who knows what else could happen...?" he thought with a smirk as the planet sized kangaroo grew more and more with each passing second.