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Brawn had never felt so stimulated in his life. The journey down Zeke's shaft was better than sex, entire walls of muscle grinding against him as he was forced down inch by inch. Brawn knew it was all he could do when his cock began erupting from between his legs, feeding Zeke with buckets upon buckets of FREAKER-laced man juice. As if that wasn't bad enough, his pecs began bulging and flexing at their own accord, his nipples unleashing twin waves of cum into Zeke's urethra. Brawn had opened his mouth to scream, only to be overwhelmed by Zeke's intense inner musk as the fox forced him into his left testicle.

The first giveaway had been the intense heat gushing against his forehead as Brawn reached the end of the tube. Glowing FREAKER began sloshing about the sides of his head as Zeke pushed him into his new home. He was going in from the bottom up. Needless to say the bull did not stop himself from gulping down as much juice as he could before he broke the surface. It was delicious, arousing beyond belief, Brawn arched his back desperately trying to reach the muscular walls of his prison with his lips and tongue, there was so much FREAKER there, so much FREAKER everywhere!

A part of the wall suddenly lurched, like a lump of muscle suddenly and inexplicitly launching itself into his mouth, gagging him as it morphed into an obscene looking penis that all but wedged itself down his throat. Brawn felt his eyes growing wide, the moment of shock interrupted by a sudden explosion of glowing hulk-juice down his mouth and throat, burning a path all the way to his gut. The bull felt his resistance fading, sexual euphoria clouding his mind like a drug-induced haze as the entirety of his arms were released from the tube.

It was heavenly, so much so Brawn didn't even put up a struggle as more muscle-penis-tentacle-things bulged from the walls, pulling his arms back and latching them on opposite sides of each other. Zeke's inner muscles forced out the last of him, his testicular prison repositioning him until he was leaning against the muscular walls, almost like he would in a circular bathtub. Most of his body was submerged under the glowing pool of FREAKER, his hulking pecs and pillar-like cock thrusting from the liquid as Zeke replenished Brawn's dwindling supply.

Actually no... Zeke wasn't just feeding him. Brawn could feel it burning through his body as another dildo-like muscle forced its way between his submerged ass cheeks, pumping his gut full of his precious FREAKER. The substance was surging through him with the gentleness of a thunderstorm. Brawn was but a fragile dingy in the eye of a tempest, his resistance crumbling like sand as Zeke began morphing him into a personal FREAKER-factory.

Brawn felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head as a sudden climax rocked his brawny frame, his massive cock throbbing and bulging as cum erupted from the swollen head like a volcano, splattering Zeke's balls with copious amounts of bull juice. Brawn arched his back as much as he could, his muffled wails barely leaving his occupied lips as he came and came. The FREAKER was doing its work. Brawn could feel it concentrating within his submerged crotch, ready for the growth of his lifetime.

BOOM!

The bull flailed, his unbound legs kicking wildly as the size of his testicles suddenly doubled, then tripled, swelling to the size of boulders and pushing his legs apart in the quest for space. Brawn would be screaming in rapture had his mouth been free, he wanted more growth, more power! His cock was throbbing hungrily, absorbing more than its fair share of FREAKER as Brawn flailed and struggled. The bull's equipment was going through its own changes, lengthening and thickening between his legs. It was growing huge, hulking out as masses of muscle bulged from the shaft. His leaking mushroom head reaching higher and higher as Brawn's eight foot love-muscle became even more muscular.

Sheer muscle began bulging from across his huge body. Brawn smirked as best he could as he watched his pectorals thickening and hardening, more and more of him rising from the pool of FREAKER as his muscles packed on the size. His thick, juicy nipples pierced through the hairy mass of his chest, drooling hungrily and begging to be sucked. Brawn's freaky abdominal wall was not to be outdone by the rest of him. Eight bricks began swelling in their fight for space, bulging off his gut as Brawn's waist grew in a desperate bid to accommodate them.

Massive wing-like lats surged from either sides of his torso, his Y-shaped back growing powerfully muscled as his arms began hulking out before his very eyes. They were lengthening, thickening and hulking out all at the same time. Brawn didn't know which was happening when, only that the amount of muscle erupting from his monstrous biceps, triceps and forearms were threatening to outdo the entirety of his arm should it not lengthen in time. The muscular bounds on Zeke's testicular wall were shifting, adjusting their prisoner to keep him in the most arousing-yet-comfortable position as he packed on the muscle.

Brawn gave his butt a powerful flex, delighting when he felt perfect mounts of gluteal muscles bunching and bulging against his hairy ball-sac, which had propped his ass up at an angle from their sheer size alone. The bull squirmed, trying valiantly to squeal as what felt like twin orgasms suddenly surged through his legs, causing them to explode with ridiculous amounts of muscle, ripped-to-shreds and defined like cables roiling under paper-thin skin.

A barbaric-yet-luscious mane of thick black hair had fallen onto either side of his head, parting a little on both sides to make way for his enormous horns. They curved outwards at first, then forwards, their heavy weight ending with dangerous looking points that Brawn knew would fail at even scratching the walls of his prison.

Brawn knew his head looked a little small for his hulking mass, but at this point the bull didn't care. His addiction to FREAKER had hit a new high, and Brawn simply let himself lay there, partially submerged in the glowing juice. A small part of him was screaming to take control, to wrestle all this FREAKER from the undeserving Zeke. Brawn fought valiantly to acknowledge that portion of himself, his efforts diminished by ridiculous amounts of FREAKER being forced down his throat and chute. The bull vaguely registered himself orgasming the fuck out of his hulking balls. He was producing even more power for his rival. Brawn wanted to stop, and yet he just wanted to stay here, soaking himself in all this FREAKER until the end of time.

His brain was screaming for release, the electrical pulses firing through his synapses picked up by the musclebeast fox who hosted him. Brawn felt Zeke's lips twist into a grim smirk, before a sudden wave of pleasure crashed through him like a tsunami. Brawn's eyes went wide before he fell into black, his hulking cock flooding his prison for the benefit of his monstrous host.

***

Zeke could see almost everything, his FREAKER-charged body rendering the darkness of night all but negligible. The bestial fox knew he was a monster, huger and taller than most of the buildings he could see. A structure was considered tall if it came up to his pecs, and most of them didn't even come to that.

The hulking monster paused at the very edge, watching as whatever inhabitants still left at this hour fled in the other direction. Zeke smirked, it was a pity he came this late, he could be showing off his titanic brawn had it been daylight. No matter though, his prize still sat at the city's very centre, and Zeke had every intention of getting to it. The fox reached down and crushed his massive paws around two separate motels, plucking them from the ground like weeds. Zeke had intended to do some reps with these makeshift dumbbells, but they were much lighter than he had expected, and so the fox discarded them over his shoulder, the force of his toss disintegrating the structure by the time it came close to the ground.

Ricky was really pushing himself this time, launching himself across several buildings at once as he made for the centre. Zeke smirked as he watched the tiny tan-coloured blur zipping far out of his reach. The lion actually thought he could stop him! Well he would be in for a big surprise. Zeke doubted the FREAKER-charged lion could even put a dent into the underground vault, let alone open it. That had been the reason he kidnapped Brawn and Chad, for even with a size like this Zeke knew it would take him at least a minute to dig it out of the ground.

Zeke's smirk broadened. The hyper-muscled fox was feeling a little aroused from all that growth, his monstrous member echoing his sentiments with a huge dribble of precum that burst from the swollen head. Zeke watched the globule splashing onto the ground beneath him, the impact destroying cars and shattering windows as it flooded onto the empty street.

The fox couldn't help himself. Massive paws reached for two more buildings, these ones taller and wider than the motels from before. Zeke crushed his fingers through the glass and steel, wrenching the buildings off their foundations and testing them. Amazingly, his second attempt had yielded perfect weights. There was enough resistance for a good pump, and the structures themselves were sturdy enough to remain intact in his hands.

Zeke let his tongue out, grinning lewdly as he began working his hulking biceps, lifting the ruined buildings until his muscular arms were pumped and burning with power. The sensations were amazing, so this is what being massive felt like. Zeke licked his lips, another perverse thought invading his mind. If his arms were this strong, imagine what his cock would be like! Zeke ran a palm across the vast expanse of his god-like penis, so massive and so frigging hard he had it flexed an angle just to keep the shaft off his face. The fox looked at his cock, and then the skyscraper next to him, and back again. The idea in his brain was too good to pass off, so Zeke turned his attention to the skyscraper, his lewd smirk spreading to the edges of his face as he got into position.

***

Ricky could see the monstrous, Godzilla-sized Zeke making love to a mercifully deserted skyscraper from here. The fox's gigantic cock had punched a hole straight through the structure, grinding the edges smooth with each thrust of his overdeveloped hips. Ricky could only hope the building had been evacuated like the rest of the city. People on the nightshift were everywhere he looked, screaming in terror as they fled the monstrous beast. Emergency services could only do so much, none of them ever trained to deal with a situation like this.

The sabre-toothed lion had secured himself to a side of a building, one enormous paw embedded into the stone as workers ran screaming beneath him. Ricky bit his lip and launched himself off, knowing he did not have much time before something worst happened. The military and a nuclear warhead came into mind, but the lion shut that thought out when he finally reached the fabled Sig Ruts Enterprises.

It was a strange name, but Ricky was not one to question multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical companies. He was a teenage college student after all, even though he no longer felt like one. He didn't know how these massive corporate companies worked, let alone how they decided upon their names.

Ricky slipped down through the buildings many folds and pillars, ducking into the shadows before the fleeing crowd caught sight of him. It wouldn't do them any good if they realised there were_two_ green eyed muscle hulks running about, and Ricky had no intention of adding fuel to the fire.

Like many of the structures nearby, Sig Ruts Enterprises had been stripped of most of its windows, and Ricky darted through an opening that took him into what appeared to be a deserted lobby. In his hurry to get here, Ricky finally realised he had no idea where to start, but the front desk looked inviting enough, even if Ricky knew he would find nothing useful there.

Sig Ruts was clearly doing well, and Ricky felt a twinge of guilt as he tore the locked, expensive-looking drawers right out of their sockets, dumping their contents on the desk and shuffling through them as fast as he could. There were some articles about security threats, a photocopy of something too blurred to read and a pile of doodles that looked suspiciously like penises. Ricky threw his hands in the air in frustration, glaring angrily at the computer. The information he wanted was probably somewhere in there but there was no way Ricky could-

Ping!

Ricky felt his fluffy ears flicking at the sound. The lion froze, listening intently, his ears picking up the sound of elevator doors drifting open, the masculine panting breaths and hurried steps of a male office worker dashing out frantically. It was coming this way, whoever this person was wasn't making any attempts at disguising his movements. This was somebody who would soon join the panic outside as he fled the city, and Ricky could not let that happen.

The lion crossed the lobby in a single leap, positioning himself behind a pillar and waiting for his prey to come within reach. The panting was getting closer. Ricky crept to the very edges of his pillar before lurching out, plunging his claws harmlessly into the man's suit and yanking him aside.

Ricky spun around and pressed the man onto his back, a massive paw clamping his jaws shut so Ricky could take a good look at him. Almost immediately the lion recognised his captive as a unicorn, white fur, silver-pink hair and not doing very well in the muscle department, as most unicorns were.

Sturgis, as his nametag read, was wide eyed in shock. Thankfully he wasn't struggling. Ricky had no intention of flexing his muscles in here, as he could potentially break something awful with them. Sturgis watched him intently as Ricky brought a finger to his lips, suggesting he kept his mouth shut for the sake of his own health. The unicorn nodded as much as Ricky's hand would let him, and the lion let him go as a test.

Despite the emergency service officers standing a mere twenty feet away on the outside, Sturgis kept his mouth shut. Ricky picked him up by the scruff of his shirt and sprinted across the lobby before flinging himself and his catch behind the counter.

"O-Oh god!" Sturgis finally gasped, his eyes growing unnaturally wide, "You've been FREAKERED! H-Has your speech been affected? Are you eating well? Is everything functioning properly?"

"You mean besides the deep voice, sabre-teeth, huge-ass claws and more naked muscle than I know what to do with?" Ricky snarled, cowing Sturgis with his massive body, "Well I suppose everything's fine."

"But that's not what I'm here for," Ricky growled, breathing steam into Sturgis's face, "Did you even know there's a fucking Foxzilla on his way here right now?"

"You mean Zeke right? He used to be an employee over here, but they removed him when a certain classified event came to-"

"This big-ass wrestler bull grew massive during the underground bodybuilding competition right?"

"How did you-"

"That's a very long story, now before you ask me how I grew this huge, please tell me you know how to stop Zeke. He's absorbed more FREAKER than you can possibly imagine. I don't know how he did it, but his cock devoured two FREAKER-charged guys and imprisoned them within his testicles. He claims that was how he grew to that size, and if we don't stop him now he's going to break into your vault downstairs and then we'll be in trouble!"

Ricky realised he was panting, desperation running through him as Sturgis digested what he had said. The unicorn almost reminded him of Chad, although a trillion times less muscled and as many times less manly. Maybe it was because they were both equines, Ricky didn't know. He could hardly think anymore, the idea of Chad getting devoured by Zeke's cock still burned against the side of his brain. What he could give to pummel the fox into mush right about now!

"I... I see."

Sturgis rolled to his feet, straightening the creases on his suit and gesturing for Ricky to follow. The lion did so eagerly, as the unicorn took him back to the lift lobby.

"What you're saying is... not unheard of I'm afraid." Sturgis began, pulling a hidden latch behind a painting and causing one of the elevators to light up. "I think I know where Zeke could have gotten this idea from."

Sturgis motioned for Ricky to enter and the lion did so, the unicorn pressing another button before joining him.

"But I believe you are sincere in coming to Sig Ruts for help, so I will tell you. We had tested unrefined FREAKER on military candidates before, Zeke was not here at the time but I believe he may have... appropriated several reports. There were cases of extreme mutations occurring when the subjects were exposed to high levels of FREAKER."

"What Zeke did has been done before, thirty-seven or thirty-eight times if I remember right. Usually it was one squad member forcing himself down the erect penis of his follow candidate in search of sexual pleasure. Of those thirty-seven or thirty-eight instances, thirty-six or thirty-seven were classified as harmless sexual activities."

"What happened to the last one or two?"

Sturgis seemed to grimace, the unicorn somehow resisting the effects of Ricky's pheromones.

"Well, this particular incident involved a candidate and his squad leader. The squad leader wasn't subject to FREAKER, but he couldn't resist seeing one of his men naked and massively muscled. So he stripped himself of his clothes and stuffed himself down the candidate's urethra, as did so many soldiers did before him."

"Only this time, the candidate got a little... overenthusiastic. The squad leader was pulled right into his right testicle, which had mutated into a hollow container almost. Anyway, when the squad leader finally came back out, he was bigger and taller than ever! Tests eventually showed that more FREAKER was involved in that one incident than what the candidate had been injected with."

"So that's how Zeke grew so huge, he used them to make more FREAKER."

"Correct, and the effects of FREAKER are exponential. I would show you a graph so you can tell just how steep the incline is, but that's on the fifty-sixth floor."

"But we're going down."

"Yes Ricky I know, but you came here with a sincere request for help. As I am the only employee left at this hour, I don't see any other choice but to help you. If Zeke gets hold of our stash... well let's not think about that now. You are aware that the solution might be simpler than you think don't you? You don't look like a first time juicer, so tell me Ricky, how do you shrink back to normal when you're done with your fun?"

"I just... jerk off I guess. Hold on a sec, how did you know my name was-"

"That's absolutely right Ricky. If you want Zeke to shrink, all you have to do is get him to orgasm. But after what you've told me about Zeke kidnapping your boyfriends, I don't think you should be going anywhere near him without being prepared."

"They... They're not my boyfriends!" Ricky managed, feeling the blood rushing into his cheeks at Sturgis's comment.

"Boyfriend then, there's at least one person in there you truly care about. It's all over your face."

Ricky's paw automatically came up to his chiselled, sabre-toothed features, prompting a slight giggle from the unicorn and a furious glare from Ricky.

"Well, about your first problem."

"Yes..?"

"I think I have just the solution..."

***

Ricky stared at the monstrous, building-sized Zeke. The fox was where the lion had left him, still grinding his enormous cock through a hole in a skyscraper. Zeke's tongue had lolled out of his mouth, enraptured by the sensations surging through his cock and on to the rest of his body. Ricky dug his toe claws into the vertical sides of Sig Ruts Enterprises for some stability, unslinging the massive FREAKER-cannon Sturgis had given to him.

The weapon would have been impossibly massive for a mere mortal like Sturgis. It was almost strange, but the massive gun seemed to have been designed specifically for him, fitting snugly between his arms and fingers like a rifle on steroids. Ricky popped open the hatch, marvelling at the massive canisters loaded into the gun. Sturgis had essentially given him all the FREAKER they had left, just like that! Ricky couldn't believe his luck, it was almost as if he was the central character in a story he was writing himself, twisting and turning the plot to suit his very desires.

Sturgis had suggested pushing him into a huge vat of FREAKER back underground, and quietly Ricky wondered if he had been right to deny that suggestion. His excuse had been his refusal to damage the city any further, but something was telling him Chad would look beyond amazing should he succeed in pumping the stallion full of concentrated FREAKER. Ricky was actively salivating at the thought.

Zeke continued fucking the ruined building, oblivious to the puny lion in the background. Ricky grinned, licking his sabre fangs as he positioned himself for the jump. There was no telling what he could expect inside, but Ricky was feeling brave.

The lion locked his limbs, and launched himself off the wall he had been hanging onto, soaring through the air and plunging straight down Zeke's massive slit.

***

It was all he could to do keep himself from cumming right there and then. Ricky couldn't remember the last time he was this hard, his cock swelling so mightily it was stretching the skin around it. Zeke's inner penile muscles were massaging him as they brought him down the gargantuan shaft, Ricky was so small by this point he doubted the fox even realised he was there. The lion opened his sabre-fanged jaws as much as he could, gulping down as much of Zeke's cum as he was forced down his urethra.

The lion was devouring FREAKER-laced cum alright. Already Ricky could feel his muscles thickening and strengthening the deeper he went, guzzling muscle juice until Zeke's muscles brought him down to two pulsing gaps in his inner wall. Ricky figured those must be the entrances to his testicles, and placing his nose near one proved him right. There was an intense musk coming from both, one smelling strongly of bull and the other of a massive, virile stallion.

Ricky smirked wickedly. He had been expecting some sort of resistance by this point, it was almost too easy. The lion stuffed his face into the stallion smelling tube, setting his senses alight as the tube instinctively began pulling in its latest 'prisoner'. The concentration of FREAKER was even higher down here, Ricky simply kept his mouth wide open, devouring every last drop which came his way and growling as his muscles began hulking out all around him. His pecs began swelling out, growing impossibly defined; his limbs were getting heavy with muscle, and his enormous cock growing even more powerful the further Ricky went.

In fact, he was so enthralled by what was happening he didn't even realise his head had exited the tube until it was completely submerged in a sensual concoction of FREAKER and copious amounts of seminal fluid. Ricky knew he should be fighting for air, but figured his lungs could take it. The lion opened his jaws, threatening to unhinge them as he feasted on Zeke's precious muscle juice, not bothering to do anything until the tube spat out the rest of his body.

Ricky couldn't keep the stupid look from his face, drunk from all the FREAKER he had been guzzling. His body was easily sixteen feet tall by this point, several tons of muscle bulging off his hulking body. The FREAKER-cannon Sturgis had given him was even smaller by now, feeling more like a shotgun than a long rifle thanks to all his added mass.

Zeke's testicle was massive, more like a muscular cavern illuminated by a pool of glowing FREAKER than came to his knees. Ricky sloshed through Zeke's juices, fascinated by what he was seeing. The walls themselves were leaking seminal fluid. Their musky sent singing his nostrils with arousal, a drug-like mixture of stallion, muscle and sex. It was almost heavenly! Ricky let his nose lead the way, his FREAKER-cannon armed and ready.

"Get ready Chad," Ricky purred, an evil smirk stretching across his face, "cause Ricky's bringing the muscle!"

***

Chad woke with a start, startled by the sudden revelation. Almost immediately Zeke cut off their synaptic link, confirming his suspicions. The stallion struggled as violently as he could and failing spectacularly thanks to the muscular shackles Zeke had placed on him. Chad could barely move his wrists and ankles, his body partially submerged under Zeke's glowing green spunk.

The stallion tried to yell, failing again thanks to the enormous phallus shaped muscle shoved down his throat. A similar mass had been stuffed up his overstretched ass as well, both of them pumping ridiculous amounts of FREAKER into his ravaged body. Chad might have morphed into a bestial, overmuscled sex god, but what was the point of all that if his only purpose was to create more FREAKER for Zeke?

His endless stream of orgasms was still underway, Chad finally realising his g-spot had been numbed from cumming so much. The stallion didn't even know how many orgasms he had had, having stopped counting after fifty. His hulking cock was almost as big as he was, constantly spewing out blast after blast of FREAKER-rich cum. Zeke was feeding on this, using _his_seed to fuel his ever growing muscles.

But that wasn't the point.

Ricky was here!

Chad renewed his fruitless struggles. He had to warn Ricky, the lion was carrying some sort of gun loaded with more FREAKER than Zeke would ever need. And the fox knew of it!

"Chaaaad!" Ricky called, his all too familiar voice reaching Chad even here, "Where are you Chaaaaaaad?!"

No! Ricky no!

The stallion could feel it, Zeke's testicular wall responding to their visitor. A lump of muscle suddenly rose from the pool beside him, like a muscular phallus tipped tentacle. The tentacle drifted over to him, spitting out a dollop of cum into his face, mocking his weakness. Whatever fury boiling up inside Chad's hulking body was suddenly defused as he realised what was happening to the tentacle.

The cockhead was... swelling. Chad watched in horror as enormous bulges rode the base of the tentacle to the head, causing it to morph and swell. It just kept growing and growing, orange fur sprouting across it as the shapeless mass began taking form, fed by the grotesque tentacle connecting it to the pool. A pair of arms, a pair of legs, a massively muscled torso and two testicles the size of truck tires.

Chad's eyes were wider than ever as Zeke's fox ears popped out of it head, completing the tentacles mutation. It sneered at him, his glowing eyes flashing in mockery as it flexed its enormous muscles in Chad's direction. The stallion was referring to it as 'it', because that could not be the real Zeke.

Where the enormous false-Zeke would have a cock, the clone only had the massive tentacle, the bulging mass connecting his crotch to the pool of FREAKER beside him.

"Chaaaaaaad! Where are yoooooou?"

The false-Zeke smirked then and, to Chad's horror, immersed himself into the FREAKER pool beside him. His face twisted with glee, his tongue wetting his firm lips until finally the tips of his ears finally vanished from sight.

***

Ricky paused, the fur on his neck standing on end as something passed through him. It felt like... fear... almost, Ricky's FREAKER-charged body unused to such a sensation. The lion continued to walk, plodding through pools of glowing juice until he found his coveted prize. Chad was half-submerged inside a pool, the stallion's wrists and ankles seemingly bound by lumps of muscle flexed over them. But good god_Chad was fucking _GORGEOUS.

Had he stood in a more appropriate place, Ricky knew he would be gushing uncontrollably, massive FREAKER-hulk or not. If Ricky stood at sixteen feet, then Chad was at least twenty. The stallion's pillar like waist was proudly displaying a set of hairy, freakshow abs that Ricky could bury his face in. Two freakish moulds of spectacular chest muscles bulged from his upper torso, so inhumanly massive and so damn hairy Ricky thought he was going to cum just from looking at them.

Chad's arms were fucking world destroyers, even pulled straight his muscles were bulging ridiculously, the beef on his hairy forearms roiling like angry cables as he sought to free himself.

But the stallion's love-muscle took the cake, surpassing even his titanic testicles in sheer magnificence. It was almost as huge as he was, towering from the pool and throbbing violently with each FREAKER-charged eruption. How Chad could keep his mouth shut was beyond him, until Ricky realised Chad's mouth was stuffed with a huge, phallus-shaped... tentacle... muscle... thing?

Chad's eyes flashed, screaming a warning his lips could not, just as the pool beside him suddenly exploded.

***

NO!

Chad strained at his bindings, screaming inside his mind as Zeke propped him up, forcing him to watch as his clone sent Ricky flying. The lion did some sort of flip, keeping the FREAKER-cannon close to him and launching himself off the adjacent wall before it could grab him.

Ricky spun again in mid-air, trying to put the stallion within his crosshairs, but no matter how hard he tried the Zeke-clone would always throw itself in the way. Chad could only watch, helpless as Zeke blocked Ricky's every attempt to fire, all the while advancing onto the smaller lion. Ricky had given up with the FREAKER-cannon by this point, realising the futility of his efforts. The lion launched himself toward one of the pools then, seeking to immerse himself into the many pools of FREAKER around him.

Zeke-clone seemed to smirk, before suddenly launching himself at the lion with a speed that belied its great size, catching the lion by the ankles and hauling him into the air. Chad watched, horrified as the Zeke-clone brought the struggling Ricky to him and tore the gun from his grip.

"Amazing isn't it?" Zeke-clone growled, "All this effort and your precious little Ricky brings the coveted prize to my doorstep!"

A muscular mould rose from the ground, forming some sort of table that conformed to the shape of the FREAKER-gun, which the Zeke-clone placed onto it. The table did not disappear, and remained in place as though showing off Zeke's newest trophy.

"Now what should I do with this one? I could always latch him up in the neighbouring testicle, Brawn's probably getting lonely in there don't you think?"

"Oh wait! I have a_better_ idea."

Chad struggled again, harder this time as the Zeke clone smashed Ricky onto the ground and spread his legs wide. The lion attempted to struggle, but was reward with a damning fist to the side of his head and more muscular locks binding down his wrists and ankles. Anger began raging within him, like a nuclear reactor that was threatening the surrounding land with a nuclear meltdown.

"Such a handsome face," Zeke crooned, running a clawed finger between Ricky's hairy pecs, "I know you're in love with this Chad, pheromones or not. But what would happen if I did this?"

Chad's eyes went wide as the Zeke clone raised a fist and smashed it into the edges of Ricky's head. Anger tore through his system like wildfire. The stallion clenched his enormous muscles, struggling with renewed vigour against bonds that would not break.

"Did I make the mighty Chad real angry now? Why don't you open your mouth and let me hear what you think?"

The cock tentacle suddenly retreated, freeing his lips just as Chad snarled, gritting his teeth and straining fruitlessly against Zeke's testicular wall.

"Don't you DARE touch him Zeke!"

"Aww, did I make the brawny little horse angry?" Zeke cooed, his voice bittersweet, "Well tough luck, big man. When you're as huge as me, well I can do whatever the fuck I want Chad. People like you have been in charge far too long!"

Zeke brought up his elbows and smashed them both into Ricky's face. The lion wasn't the least bit damaged, but the cry of agony from his lips left a mark on Chad's ears. The stallion could barely control himself now, his muscular body screaming for vengeance as he roared and snarled.

"You won't believe what it took me to get this far, Chad. Muscleheads like you will never understand! Everything's handed to you on a silver platter because you're so fucking beautiful in the eyes of others!"

Zeke pounded Ricky again, this time in the lion's gut, and despite all the muscle protecting him it was all Ricky could do to cry out, earning him another fist to the face.

"ZEKE!" Chad screamed, the fury burning through his eyes, "HOW DARE YOU!"

***

Chad could not see, could not think, his entire world reduced to Zeke smashing his fists onto the howling, crying Ricky. The fox was ignoring him now, laughing manically as he smashed Ricky into the floor. The lion could not fight back, his wrists and ankles shackled into the muscular floor beneath him. Chad was barely in control of himself, his world was turning red, steam gushing from his nostrils as Zeke pounded his precious Ricky.

It was too much, too much for him to take! Chad wrenched his jaws open, a bellowing howl thundering across Zeke's testicle as the dormant FREAKER within his cells sprung to life. Zeke's anal pump was forced out of Chad's ass as the stallion's muscles bulged within him. Inhuman strength flooded his limbs, Chad's glowing eyes turning red as he tore his limbs from his shackles, muscle exploding from every pore in his body.

A massive fist slammed into the Zeke-clone, sending him spiralling into the air before the tentacle yanked him back. Massive bulges began surging from the base of the tentacle, pumping more and more FREAKER into Zeke-clone's body. It was wearing that annoying smirk, flexing his muscles as its body continued swelling.

Chad could only see red, the stallion gashing his teeth at the sight of his foe. The fox might be able to grow, but Chad was still better. The stallion roared, pounding his massive chests with diamond hard fists, directing his fury to his muscles and his muscles alone. Almost immediately his body responded in kind, hulking brawn erupting from where he already had plenty. Huge claws thrust themselves from his fingers and toes, fangs growing from where his canines would have been. Chad screamed as his body morphed into a monstrous embodiment of anger-fuelled FREAKER.

His attention suddenly shifted, even as Zeke came charging toward him, the fox's fist smashing against his diamond hard muscles with enough force to level the city. Chad struck him, once again sending him flying before the tentacle yanked him back, only Chad had been ready for this. A massive claw tore at the grotesque mutation, slicing it cleanly in two and causing FREAKER to gush from the opening.

The Zeke-clone, suddenly devoid of its life given FREAKER, quickly dissolved, its body disintegrating into a torrent of glowing juice which splashed harmlessly into the pools around him.

Chad knew he had just about enough of this bullshit. The raging, hulking stallion-monster pounded his brawny chest, roaring to make his presence known. One frightening paw reached down to scoop up his tiny, unconscious Ricky, another tearing the FREAKER-cannon away before Zeke could assimilate it.

The stallion crushed the thing in his fist like a fruit, squeezing it over his open maw until every last drop of FREAKER was burning a path into his gut. Chad bared his teeth and snarled, barely in control of his own body. It was time to end this, once and for all! Chad cradled Ricky against his awesome chest, growling as he forced his cock to take in the FREAKER, causing it to lengthen, thicken... until the entire mass was nothing but a solid pillar of muscle.

Chad flexed his cock, dipping it into the pools of FREAKER before him, and with an angry snarl began pumping up_all_ the FREAKER into his swelling testicles.

The entirety of Zeke roared then, rumbling as the fox fought to stop him, draining his FREAKER before Chad could take them all. The stallion bellowed in fury, plunging his cock even deeper, swallowing as much FREAKER as he could, the underside of his shaft was bulging grotesquely with each gulp.

Chad was eventually forced to pull his cock out, Zeke's entire testicle now devoid of any liquids. He could feel the fox taunting him from the outside, bragging about how he was going to replicate Chad's red-FREAKER. The thought was infuriating, the sight of his slightly-bruised Ricky only serving to anger the monstrous Chad even further.

The monstrous stallion bellowed yet again, his entire body suddenly ablaze with the FREAKER he had siphoned. His muscles were taking it in, converting it into the potent red version and consuming it. All over him ridiculous amounts of muscle began exploding out of nowhere, Chad was growing huge, massive beyond reason and more powerful than Zeke could have imagined. He was getting too big, too massive for Zeke's testicle as the stallion gave in to his uncontrolled, muscular growth.

Seminal fluid began gushing into the testicular prison, Zeke finally realising what must be done. Chad squeezed Ricky tightly against his chest, just as Zeke's body began to rumble ominously.

***

Sturgis stood at the highest point of the deserted city, keeping his balance with one set of toes clenched around the metallic peak at the tip of his personal skyscraper. The unicorn was no longer the wimpy, scrawny excuse for a stallion he had displayed to Ricky. Sturgis's shoulders were now phenomenally broad, his pillar-like waist incredibly narrow, his muscular hips filling out whatever space his pants could possible give to him.

The god had his arms folded across his broad chest, the material straining to cover his enormous, muscular body. Sturgis was wearing a smile this time, an almost mischievous snicker leaving his lips as he watched Zeke execute the orgasm of his lifetime. The monstrous fox had fallen onto his back, crushing dozens of empty buildings as he fell. Hand's the side of small buildings were furiously pumping his titanic cock. Sturgis grinned, and flicked his tongue in Zeke's direction.

Almost immediately the fox erupted in screams, his orgasm surging to freedom in an eruption that sent shockwaves smashing through the abandoned city. Sturgis remained where he was, the gentle breeze caressing his silvery-pink hair whilst annihilating everything in Zeke's immediate vicinity. The first jet was so powerful it almost left the atmosphere, and soon Sturgis found himself casting a shield on the planet's outer reaches, barely able to contain his giggles as enormous globules of cum came splashing down onto Zeke's face.

Sturgis did not time the length of Zeke's orgasm. He didn't need to, having decided upon it several hours ago. The unicorn turned his attention to the distant skyline, where a legion of military helicopters was on its way to pick up the pieces, and hopefully clean up the mess as well. Zeke would have shrunk down to his harmless, weak body by the time they got here. All the FREAKER crashing back onto the city would be rendered harmless by that time as well.

The muscled-stallion licked his lips, watching as a monstrous, testosterone-laden Chad smash through close to fifty stories of deserted offices before finally coming to a halt. The horse's fur had turned red, his hair black and his raging visage displaying two glowing irises that were just as red as the rest of him. Oh well, Ricky liked his men wild and bestial anyway. Sturgis didn't feel like doing anything about that.

Having seen what he had come to see, Sturgis sprung off the pointy tip of his skyscraper. The world began spinning around him, colours melding into one another before his office suddenly materialised around him. Sturgis drifted earthwards, setting his bare feet onto the soft carpeting. He had actually travelled just one floor downwards, back into his somewhat-opulent office. The lights had not been turned on, leaving his office shrouded in darkness. Sturgis turned from the window, grinning wickedly as he approached the elevator.

Rips and tears began spreading across his suit, fabric snapping and breaking as Sturgis's body expanded. Biceps began ripping his sleeps, hairy pectorals tearing his inner shirt in two, a monstrous bulge swelling down one side of Sturgis's pants as the unicorn entered the lift. He had forgotten what it was like to tear his clothes apart with his growth, and even as the elevator descended it was all Sturgis could do to stop his growth from accelerating.

The elevator seemed to expand with him, the ceiling always shooting higher and higher as Sturgis grew and grew, his horn never coming close to punching a hole in the ceiling. His shirt and blazer were ripped to shreds as his hulking upper torso exploded with raw power, his Y-shaped back packing on more and more mass as Sturgis reshaped himself. Herculean legs obliterated the fabric of his trousers as sheer muscle bulged from his lower limbs.

Sturgis licked his lips, delighting as a monstrous cock tore free of its fabric prison, the swollen mushroom head rising up so he could kiss it.

He was fucking gorgeous alright, his face had grown even more rugged and several dozen times more masculine by the time he reached his floor. Sturgis strode out, naked like the hulking sex god he was, and with the slightest thought turned all the lights on.

His little prisoner groaned a little, having grown accustomed to the darkness he had been placed in. The unicorn grinned wickedly, dipping a finger under his captive's chin and forcing the man to look at him.

Sturgis's grin stretched to the sides of his face at his prisoner's facial expression.

"Hello Brawn."

***

Brawn pressed his face against Sturgis's warm chest, nuzzling the soft fur and the powerful muscles underneath. He was dreaming. He knew he had to be as Sturgis cradled him with arms more muscular than his entire body.

"It's been such a long time, Brawn." Sturgis purred, his soft voice teasing his ears like warm chocolate, "You've done so well."

The muscular unicorn placed him against the most technological piece of weight equipment the bull had seen in his life. Vaguely Brawn registered himself in some sort booth, covered on three sides with smoothed, curved walls. There seemed to be more of these booths surrounding some sort of catch at the core of the cylindrical room, only they were covered with... something Brawn could not make out.

Sturgis began shackling him in, and Brawn realised he wasn't resisting. It was almost too good to be true, being so close to this muscled god. Sturgis was the stud to end all studs, a heavily muscled hunk that satisfied anybody who looked at him. The stallion pulled away when Brawn was tightly secured, before coming back and presenting an award winning smile before Brawn's undeserving eyes.

"You've become addicted to FREAKER, haven't you Brawn?"

Brawn's ears told him Sturgis's voice was soft, pleasant. The bull nodded, desperate to please his long lost love.

"Do you want to know how FREAKER is made, Brawn?"

The bull nodded, more vigorously this time. Sturgis smiled warmly, reaching down and producing a tiny bottle from somewhere. That was strange, Brawn didn't remember Sturgis wearing any clothes, let alone having any pockets. He squinted at the glass, trying to reading the tiny sticker plastered over it.

"It's green food colouring." Sturgis replied, "That's how FREAKER gets its colour."

"The rest, is up to people like you."

Almost immediately the lights began flickering madly, the ground began rumbling. Sturgis drifted out the booth as a myriad of tubes erupted from above and beneath him, latching onto his cock and nipples and stuffing dildo shaped masses up his ass and down his throat. The disguises around the other booths began dissolving, the huge catch in the middle of the room rising out of the ground to reveal a gigantic tank sloshing with glowing FREAKER.

Brawn's eyes went wide. The other booths were occupied with massively endowed, monstrously muscled hulks, just like he was. They were all screaming as much as their dildos would allow, thrashing about their bindings as their herculean cocks erupted with endless streams of thick, white cum.

"And this is where the magic happens," whispered Sturgis's voice. The stallion had materialised beside him, and was now making his way toward the tank. Brawn watched in awe as Sturgis's enormous muscles flexed and bulged as the stallion unscrewed the tank and tipped a tiny drop of food colouring into the concoction.

All that cum had been diluting the mixture, but that single drop had someone turned it back into the glowing green Brawn so recognised. Sturgis seemed delighted as he drifted back, his strong features coming tantalizingly close to him. Brawn knew he was breathing hard now, desperate to please, desperate to serve.

"Glad to see your eagerness to cooperate, Brawn." Sturgis rumbled, "I like that."

"Now... cum."

***

Several weeks passed before the military finally released Ricky and Chad, who had both agreed to sign non-disclosure agreements with both the government and Sig Ruts Enterprises. They would have to lead new lives of course, the majority of their former home in ruins thanks to Zeke, who was had been straightjacketed in a padded room somewhere.

All in all, Ricky guessed he didn't regret anything as he threw his rucksack into the back of the jeep. They were all he had managed to swipe from the various bits of the base he was allowed in, it was a good haul he guessed, but nothing compared to the crates a certain bodybuilding stallion had secured to the roof of their ride.

"I still think you cheated." Ricky pouted, feigning a frown as he belted himself in.

"Nuh-uh!" rebutted his hulking companion, "You were the one who said I needed to practise using my pheromones."

"That's because you caused a riot! It's as if you don't cause enough accidents whenever you take off your shirt."

"I could take off my shirt right now if you like," Chad sneered cheekily, leaning into Ricky's side of the jeep and nuzzling him with his nostrils. It was all Ricky could do to resist, even as Chad started their ride and drove off without looking at the road.

"Oh my god Chad look where you're going!"

"Nuh! Admit I beat you in the scavenger hunt first."

"Okay! Okay you beat me fair and square!"

"That wasn't sincere! Don't_make_ me reduce you to a puddle of mushy lion-love, Ricky."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I would, now tell me who thrashed you in the scavenger hunt."

Their ridiculous banter continued for a good half hour as they swivelled about the base, scattering military policemen wherever they went. It wasn't until they were safely out in the desert did Ricky finally surrender, slumping against Chad's brawny arm as they drove toward their new lives.

"So what did you managed to grab anyway," Ricky asked, exhausted from the events in the last couple of months, "besides two weeks' worth of steak and chocolate from the cookhouse."

"Oh just some supplies to tide us on the way home," Chad said softly, "I think you'll love the emperor-sized tent though, it came with a reinforced-deluxe-king-sized-bullet-proof air mattress too. Seventy-five per cent chance not to explode if you're the bigger man tonight, twenty-five if I go all red on you."

"Wait what? How can there be a bullet proof air mattress? And what the hell did you trade for that?"

"Oh... just a pair of underwear, dripping with fresh cum of course."

"What!"

"It was cleared, Ricky don't worry. Not even the tiniest drop of FREAKER on that thing."

The news was relief to Ricky's ears. To think this whole mess had only started because Dex wanted to violate him whilst huge from exposure to FREAKER. Then again, if it hadn't been for that wolf Ricky would never have met Chad, would never have gained the ability to control the glow of FREAKER within his body, and would never be here with Chad as they drove off into the sunset.

It was almost romantic. Maybe he could send a note to Dex once he got out of jail or something.

"Something on your mind, Ricky-boy?"

"Yeah, I think we should save the mattress for another night."

"Ohh, does Ricky-boy want Chad to go all monster on him?"

Ricky giggled, nuzzling himself against Chad's enormous arm.

"Damn straight I do," Ricky replied, "I never knew a horse with claws and fangs could be as bonerific as you. But I was thinking we added a little green to the concoction tonight."

The air was suddenly filled with a loud SHHRRRIIIIIIIIIP as the front of Chad's shirt tore apart to make way for two powerfully muscled, immensely hairy pectoral slabs. Ricky felt his face flushing hotly, even as Chad leaned over to him. His eyes were glowing red, and when Chad bared his teeth to him, Ricky could see the enormous canine fangs thrusting out of his jaws.

"Woah hold on there, Ricky-boy." Chad growled, a mischievous grin twisting over his masculine features.

"Who said anything about_tonight_?"

***

Sturgis stood at the window of his office, once again clad in a pristine grey suit, his silvery-pink hair shimmering and fluttering gently despite the lack of wind and light. The stallion puffed out his chest as he regarded the city before him, where thousands of men were slaving away to rebuild their once prominent empire. A testament to the mortal races and the things they could accomplish.

The unicorn shrugged his shoulders, finally pleased as this chapter neared its close. Almost automatically the stallion's hands reached up, adjusting the collar of his suit with his reflection as a reference. Sturgis knew there was nothing he could have possibly done to make himself look any better, but he was entertaining a guest tonight, and it was only right he presented himself in the finest manner possible.

"You don't seem too happy, Sturgis."

"A bulletproof air mattress,seriously?"

"Such things do exist, Sturgis. But is that really what you're unhappy about?"

Sturgis snorted, a cloud of steam puffing before his nostrils as he turned to regard his guest. Unlike the rest of his office, only his guest's face was obscured by darkness, and despite all of Sturgis's power even he could not make out the man's features. The rest of him though, Sturgis could see, from the crisp brown suit to the brown trousers to the brown shoes and socks. His guest's tie was a bright, buttery-yellow, and emblazoned with a criss-cross pattern that resembled what you would find on a waffle. He was seated on the corner of Sturgis's vast desk, his legs crossed and his demure calm.

"Well, Sturgis?"

"I...I-I..."

"Yes?"

Sturgis grimaced, taking a step back as he fought to control himself. It was almost painfully difficult speaking from the bottom of his heart. The stallion had spent too long drifting within the omniverse to remember what it felt like stand as a mortal, it was almost... hard. The stallion knew of no other way, pushing himself off the wall and righting his posture, Sturgis brought both arms up and flexed a monstrous most muscular, causing great rips and massive tears to sheer across his hulking body, his clothes falling away way for a miniaturized version of Sturgis's true form.

If his guest was intimidated by Sturgis's transformation, he gave no sign of it. In fact, he simply sat there and regarded his morphing, hulking stallion. Sturgis's pristine mane grew coarse and barbaric, reaching down to his shoulders even as rugged pink fur sprouted across his chest, abs and shoulders. He was turning into a hulking, muscular stallion. His features were growing rugged, his muscles brutally strong, and a sheer beast of a horse if the world ever saw one.

Sturgis strode to the sides of his desk and threw himself over the polished surface, sliding over to where his guest sat and wrapping his monstrous arms around the man's waist.

"It's so lonely up there!" Sturgis whined, pressing his face into his guest's lap and curling into a ball around him. "I don't want to go back!"

"Now, now Sturgis..."

"And it's dark and there's no one to talk to and nothing to do!"

"But Sturgis, the power of creation courses through your very fingertips."

"I don't care! It's not the same! I've tried, you know I have."

Sturgis pressed himself onto his guest's lap, bawling uncontrollably. Despite the suited man's attempts at soothing him, Sturgis refused to be calmed.

"But why this only now, after all this time?"

"It's not fair!" came Sturgis's muffled wail, "All your other stories ended up with two guys living happily ever after! Just like Ricky and Chad! Why was I the only one left alone?"

Sturgis continued to sob, prompting his guest to think for a moment. His hand ran through Sturgis's wild mane several times before reaching down and lifting the stallion's chin off his lap. Sturgis could see a warm smile beaming through the swirling shadows this time, and the sight of it heartened him greatly.

"You're right, Sturgis," he finally said, wiping away the stallion's tears, "All my completed stories so far have always ended that way, except for yours. I think you were right to have requested this audience with me, so I could see how you really felt."

"I think it's time I made up for abandoning you here. Sturgis, will you relinquish your powers within this universe and come to live with me in mine?"

Sturgis all but glowered at his guest, watching as the shadows ebbed away from the edges of his face. The stallion swallowed, and nodded his reply.

"I do."

His guest smiled then, even as the world began dissolving around them. Sturgis stood, just as his desk vanished beneath him. The stallion watched as his new master got to his feet, tiny (but normal-sized) compared to the monstrous unicorn. His master was holding him by his finger, pulling him along as Sturgis eagerly followed. At last, at long last his story was coming to a close. Sturgis scooped his master off the floor as they entered the elevator, his eyes never leaving his master's face as the shadows finally faded, revealing him to the elated stallion.

"Do you forgive me, Sturgis?"

Sturgis pressed his master against his chest, tears streaming down his face.

"I do."