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"Roanoke!" Darrin jumped to stand up on Achilles' palm and looked over the edge. The view was dizzying, his vision filled with the horse's massive bulk and short, thick fur. Below those hills, the ground was flooded with the stallion's lovemaking. There were small patches of green visible here and there, and a few remnants of the fence that had boxed in the meadow. But that was it.

Darrin turned to look up at the horse's muzzle looming over him. "Did you see him? I...I forgot all about him..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought. "I hope he wasn't hurt, or...buried, or...smothered or something."

Achilles whickered in amusement. "I think the dog went back to the barn as soon as he knew what was happening here. Chances are he's tending to Atlas right now."

"Maybe." Darrin knew he wouldn't be able to relax until he made sure of things himself. "Would you mind taking me back to the barn so I can check on him? With everything going on, I need to know Atlas and Roanoke are all right."

"Of course." Achilles nodded once and brought his palm close to his chest while he rose to his hooves. Darrin was buried against the hill of one pec, short fur bristling against him as hard muscle shifted and flexed. "I'll do my best not to damage anything, but it will be difficult."

All Darrin could see was the wall of muscle and dark leather palm he was pressed between, but he could hear the way the meadow trembled under the power of the horse. When Achilles stepped, it sounded like a bomb falling; there was a series of more rapid impacts that he could make out between them. It took him a few moments to realize that was Apollo cantering next to the bigger stallion. As soon as he did, they stopped. His stomach rose into his chest suddenly, and there was a much bigger, more devastating boom as Achilles sunk to his knees.

The stallion lowered Darrin gently, but quickly enough that the man needed to cling to a finger to keep himself steady. Darrin slid off the edge of Achilles' hand as soon as it sunk into the hard earth between his house and the barn. He took a moment to look up at the giant that had been carrying him for the last half-hour. The Bay stallion's head was almost hazy with the distance, the space between filled with inhuman bulk that obscured his own house behind it. It was an amazing sight; if he didn't need to check on his dog and the last horse, he could have stared at it forever.

His attention was drawn to the barn instead. Something large thumped inside it, and the whole building gave a strange shudder. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Roanoke barreling towards him, panting. The Alsatian had grown larger still, alert ears swiveling at least ten feet above the ground. He towered over his master as he approached.

"Sir! Get away from the barn!" Roanoke lifted him in powerful arms before Darrin could respond, sprinting around Achilles.

"What's happening?" Achilles leaned forward to hands and knees, hoof-tipped fingers pushing deep into the packed earth. "Is everything all right with Atlas?"

Roanoke didn't answer until Darrin was taken to the porch and set down carefully. The big dog turned to face the stallion, using his body as a barrier to protect his master. "Atlas ate more of the food as soon as he started changing. I...think his growth is going to be a lot faster."

Darrin could feel the ground rumbling ominously beneath his feet. Roanoke's tail slapped his torso as the dog wagged nervously, a low whine in his throat. Something charged the air around him; it felt like a thunderstorm was building rapidly. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"Maybe we should go back to the meadow, guys." As deep and booming as it was, Apollo's voice betrayed his nervousness. He stood on one side of Achilles, towering over the dirt path that lead to the Braverman estate. His tail flicked behind him. His nostrils were flared.

The rumbling grew worse, and the barn leaped with a pair of large booms, one right after the other. Achilles rocked back on his haunches, his tail and back filling Darrin's yard. The long, ropey hairs flicked until they were draped right against his porch. Apollo whinnied and took a few steps back, tossing his mane. Roanoke stepped back, crowding Darrin until he was forced to flatten against his front door. He was beginning to feel the loss of control around these animals, and that couldn't be good.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Maybe that's a good idea, everyone. We don't--"

The front wall of the barn exploded; heavy bits of wood splashed out against Achilles and onto the grass around him. It took Darrin a moment to notice a monstrous hoof was jutting out amongst the debris, already as thick around as he was tall and growing bigger. The roof creaked and bulged unnaturally, the sound of distressed lumber filling the air. Apollo whinnied and took several thumping steps back, clearly spooked. Darrin knew he should be trying to calm the horse, but he couldn't escape from where he was sandwiched between Roanoke and the wall.

Past Achilles, he could see the barn quickly break around the top of a broad, equine head. As soon as they were free, ears perked above the wreckage and surged higher as sharp brown eyes rose above the newly formed hole, then a boxy muzzle with wide, flaring nostrils. The giant horse snorted thunder, and immediately the hole was widened to make room for a thick neck. The roof was demolished completely by a set of gigantic, rounded shoulders. Darrin didn't even notice the other hoof had punctured the wall until it surged closer to his house, already thicker than the trunk of a young oak and visibly creaking bigger.

"Atlas...what are you doing?" Achilles whickered in a low, warning tone as he rose to his full height. Roanoke barked and half-crushed Darrin against the shuddering house. The windows were rattling with a dangerous vigor.

"I couldn't help it, brother." Atlas' voice was already inhumanly deep. Darrin's view was mostly obscured by his dog and the Chesapeake stallion, but past them he could see the Clydesdale's body already burdened with bulk, his chest jutting out under his muzzle and forcing his arms away from his torso. "Once I knew where all this power came from, I just had to take more of it for myself."

He rose to his hooves, demolishing the second-biggest building the Bravermans owned. He laughed as he saw the craters he made in the wreckage, bending over to watch the ground roll visibly under his weight. "I'm so glad I did, too."

Achilles rolled his shoulders as he towered over everything for miles around. Darrin pushed against Roanoke to watch the hoof of the Chesapeake stallion fill more than half his yard, punching a print several feet deep. The area around the barn had become a devastation zone, nothing but deep craters and flooded meadows.

"I know why you would be tempted." Achilles' ears, more than 150 feet up, flattened against his head. "But that was unwise. We're still not sure what the food even does, and we have to make sure that Darrin is protected. If you grow too big, you won't be able to--"

"Darrin's here??" Atlas boomed excitedly, looking around the leg of the biggest stallion. The barn, if it had still been standing, would have only come up to his hips now. He was still growing so fast. "Let me see him! I bet he'll be so impressed with me!"

Achilles snorted, folding his arms and leaning over the smaller Clydesdale. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea. He's very small, and very fragile. It will take a tremendous amount of care to be around him."

"Oh, so the big lunkhead doesn't know how to be gentle, huh? I'm too dangerous to be around people all of a sudden? Look at you! You're bigger than any tree I've ever seen!" Atlas snorted and stomped, the ground flicking debris a foot or two into the air all around him. "If you can handle him, so can I. You know I would never hurt him."

"You wouldn't mean to, no." Achilles boomed louder, almost god-like with power. Darrin shrunk behind Roanoke at the sheer volume of it, clapping his hands over his ears. "But it would be impossible to avoid if you got big enough. Look at how big your muscles are, already. You haven't even adjusted to your strength yet."

Atlas stepped forward, his white fetlocks swaying like the leaves of a willow tree before the oak-thick hoof sunk deep into the dirt. "I know I'm strong. And I know how to be gentle. Why don't you let me prove it to you, huh?"

"Because if you're wrong, you'll hurt the one person that could convince the Bravermans that we mean no harm." Achilles tossed his mane and stepped to shield Darrin (and his entire house) from view.

The snort that erupted from the Clydesdale's nostrils sounded like a low roll of thunder. "You're not going to keep me from seeing Darrin." His voice deepened still as he spoke, rumbling the porch that the little human was standing on.

"And you're not going to keep me from protecting him." Achilles folded his arms over his monolithic chest, planting his hoof. His tail flicked in irritation, a few of the lower strands brushing tiles from his roof as easily as he'd flick lint from his jacket.

Roanoke barked as the ground rolled beneath the impact of the horses hooves', his heavy bulk smothering Darrin between thick, warm fur and the outer wall. This was getting ugly. He had never seen the horses fight like this. Every once in a while, there were small outbreaks of nipping as they confirmed their place in the pecking order. But this was something else entirely - it could turn into something ruinous if he didn't stop it.

Darrin put his hand on the lower back of the giant dog. "Let me go, Roan. I've got to do something about this."

The German Shepherd looked down at him, ears perked. A whine of concern pierced through his blocky muzzle. "But sir..."

"I know. You want to protect me." Darrin smiled up at the dog, who seemed even bigger than he had moments ago. He patted his side as high as he could reach. "You're a very good boy. But I have to control this situation, and I can't do that hiding behind you."

Roanoke relaxed visibly, his tail wagging much more loosely. Darrin blinked, and he could have sworn that the dog's ears were a little higher, his shoulders a little broader. "OK, boss. I'll be right here."

"I know you will. If things get too tough, you can come and rescue me."

Roanoke's tail wagged harder, putting a small dent in the wall. "You got it, boss!"

Darrin stepped around the Shepherd's bulk and walked forward with a confidence he didn't feel. He was naked, covered in horse semen, and little more than the size of an insect to the three titans the horses had become. Still, he had to trust that they respected him...even loved him. Otherwise, things really would be out of control.

He had to swing wide around Achilles' hoof as the Bay stallion rumbled a warning to Atlas. The Clydesdale had grown shockingly large, already chest-high to his stablemate with shoulders just as hulking but growing bigger. He looked almost burdened with his power. His neck was shortened by the sheer immensity of his trapezius muscles, with his chest already jutting past the proud breadth of his muzzle. His arms looked blocky and short, the amount of muscle packed beneath his pelt almost visibly writhing. His thighs were as broad as Achilles even though he was shorter, and his hooves were oversized enough to make him look like a colt. It was...astonishing. Every movement boomed unbridled power, and it was only building. It looked like his hide had a hard time containing him.

"Whoa!" Darrin forced himself to speak up, if only to snap himself out of the shock that came with seeing Atlas so unfathomably proportioned. He knew at once it wouldn't be enough to be heard over the thunderous noise caused by the stallions' heating argument. He made his way between them, carefully, and cupped his hands to shout up at them. "Hey, you two. Knock it off!"

One of Achilles' ears 150 feet above him swiveled in his direction. The Bay leaned over his own bulk to look down at the tiny human standing in front of one hoof. "Darrin! I was just explaining to--"

"Darrin!" The sound thundered down at him with enough force to knock him off his feet. The world tilted for a second or two; he landed and felt the ground buck beneath him, flicking him up into the air again before he landed a second time, rolling until he thumped against Achilles' solid hoof. The air was knocked out of him, and he wasn't quite sure what had happened. Did Atlas move? Or was his voice enough to cause something like that?

Before he could think about it too long, a pair of strong arms were already lifting him into the air. Roanoke's familiar scent filled his nostrils, the dog barking a warning up to the two giants as he set his master back down on the ground. Darrin gave the German Shepherd a grateful pat, and felt the swell of the canine's chest for a brief moment.

"Sorry about that, little dude." Atlas had lowered to a half-squat, massive hands on his knees as he peered down. His shoulders were rising like a storm cloud, already at the level of Achilles' cheeks and rising rapidly.

"It's...it's all right." Darrin smiled, trying to project a sense of calm and control that he did not feel. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked up at the Clydesdale. "Just be careful. I do think Achilles is right; you might not know you own strength."

"I'm pretty sure I do, boss." Atlas' rumble was almost a purr, and he bent lower to get a closer look at the increasingly tiny human. Darrin heard the horse's pelt stretch audibly before his sheath dropped. A battering ram of a cock spilled out between his legs, dropping lower and lower until the blunt tip hung well below his knees. "It's...it's so much. It feels amazing. You have no idea."

The Clydesdale got down on one knee, the impact shaking the world enough to make Darrin stumble. Achilles gave Atlas a warning nicker that he only seemed to ignore. Atlas' muzzle lowered further still, filling the human's vision as it grew larger even then. "Then again, maybe you do. I can smell how much you're into me. Can't say I blame you." Those huge brown eyes shifted constantly; it looked like he had to refocus just to see Darrin every so often.

Darrin could only stare, acutely aware of his erection throbbing painfully in the open air. He tried to say something, but all he could do was stammer as his brain struggled to form a coherent thought. A booming laugh exploded all around him, and suddenly the entire world was replaced with the descending hand of the Clydesdale looming over him.

Achilles' snort of protest and Roanoke's alarmed bark were muffled through the rough black leather that surrounded Darrin on all sides. He felt the ground shatter, then powder as the stallion's fingers dug into the dirt effortlessly. The soil shifted, falling between the gaps of Atlas' fingers, until he could feel the soles of his feet skittering against ever-stretching hide.

His stomach dropped and he knew he was rising. It felt like minutes, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Everything tilted, and he lost his balance, tumbling down the soft slope of a monstrous finger into the horse's palm. For the second time today, digits blossomed outwards, thicker even than Achilles' fingers, and revealed the amused, looming face of one of his horses.

Atlas was still growing bigger, even though he was a good bit larger than Achilles at this point. The nose that pushed its way into his palm was the size of their tool shed, taller than Darrin at this point and growing even higher. The flared nostrils snorted a blast of warm, humid air forcefully enough to push him back a few inches; they were so big Darrin might have been able to stand up inside of them, and they roared larger with every intake of breath. Darrin could hear the sound of the Clydesdale's muscle forcing his pelt to stretch, and could watch as the titan's shoulders visibly grew to obscure his neck entirely, traps rising along the back of his head now. There was no human being to compare his proportions to at this point; his musculature, like his size, was completely super-human.

"Put him down right now!" Achilles thundered below that palm, and for the first time Darrin could register a note of panic in his voice. "You're getting far too big! There's no way you can handle Darrin as delicately as you need to!"

Darrin could feel Atlas rumble before he was about to speak, but he shouted down before the bigger horse could say anything. "It's OK, Achilles! I trust him. Part of being strong is knowing how to be gentle. Isn't that right, boy?"

He took a deep breath and placed a hand on the chin of the muzzle bulging right in front of him. By now all he could reach was the top of the horse's upper lip. When Atlas whickered his agreement, it was a shock of thunder that wrenched his limbs.

"That's right," the monster said, his equine muzzle moving to form words it should have been impossible to make. "You might be just a gnat to me by now, but you're still the most important thing in the world."

Darrin flushed, his heart skipping a beat from both fear and a strange, unnamable affection. "I knew you'd think so, big guy. I love all three of you."

Atlas whickered again, his voice almost too deep and loud to make out at once. The shock of the soundquake had to subside, and Darrin's ears had to stop ringing, before he could even attempt to understand what was being said. "Love you too, Darrin. I know the other horses do, too, in their own...way...mmmf. Hold on, I got to sit down. This is getting too intense, I've gotta get off my hooves."

"Wait!" Darrin shouted instinctively, but it was too late. Atlas' muzzle was replaced with an extremely close-up view of his titanic torso. The Clydesdale had to navigate around the large hills his pectorals had become, their continued expansion making the job that much more difficult. Darrin watched as the black pelt shined in the sunlight, rippling and stretching around cords of muscle as thick as bridge cables that kept thickening and multiplying. That chest surged against an upper arm that looked almost bloated with size; it was all that Atlas could do to keep it against him so that Darrin could be close.

Darrin sat, deciding it would be safer. He watched the field of black leather end abruptly, Atlas' wrist exploding into the broad expanse of a fetlocked forearm. The thick fur there swayed and leapt with the pulses of the horse's expansion, a forest that he could have easily gotten lost in by this point. It hugged against the Clydesdale's chest, the top nearly buried by the rounded swell of his biceps that peaked even when unflexed.

The diminutive human could only watch as a mountainous stallion bulged all around him, his fingers curling against the stretching leather below him. From his perch he could hear several loud booms and crashes below as Atlas lowered his free hand, shifted his hooves, and then sat back on his rump. Darrin winced imagining what the impact must have done to his home; the building was hidden behind the gargantuan mass of Achilles, so there was no chance of seeing it.

At least, there wasn't unless Atlas simply grew taller than his stablemate even while he was seated. Thick black fur rippled and audibly stretched right in front of Darrin as the stallion's incredible musculature took up all available space and then demanded more, forcing Atlas to roll his limbs around his own bulk. Darrin could have sworn he saw the pelt actually thin out once or twice, stretch marks briefly visible before coarse hide filled in once again.

The Clydesdale's moan was a boom of thunder that shook him right down to his gut. Atlas was still expanding, so big now that he couldn't be seen all at once; Darrin stared ahead and saw that mammoth chest blowing past his field of vision, and when he looked to either side he saw the immense rounded swells of the horse's biceps crowding against his lats. Atlas' fingers were rising as high as small buildings themselves, at least as thick around as the human's shoulders. The air shimmered with the heat and musk of the horse, intense enough to force Darrin to pant.

"Feel...so tight. Like I'm about to explode." Atlas' voice was a sonic explosion that shook the air, leaving behind a small ring in Darrin's ears. Darrin cringed at the boom, and when he opened his eyes again he saw one slab-like pectoral shudder and bulge bigger still. The individual cords of muscle were briefly visible under the stallion's stretched skin before things evened out. "Need to...need to get off."

The ground shifted beneath Darrin, almost jerking to the left. He fell onto the warm, heavy pad of leather before his stomach rose into his throat. Suddenly, he was under Atlas' pecs, staring briefly at the horse's powerlifter-sized lower torso, then a mottled pink-and-black tower about the size of a grain silo. It took Darrin a moment to realize he was looking at the Clydesdale's shaft.

It was thicker around than even Atlas could hold with both hands, fed by veins as wide as the barn door. Each pulse seemed to cause it to stretch wider and rise higher, the girth of it nestled in the valley between the horse's pecs and long enough that the flared tip loomed above near pointed ear-tips. If Atlas could have reached it past the swell of his own chest, he would have been able to lick and lip at it. But the sheer size of him made it difficult to navigate his own body.

"I...I can just reach." Atlas' voice had deepened in just those few seconds, the sound of his growth and movement roaring constantly in Darrin's ears. It felt almost as if the horse was moving in slow motion; he was so big and muscle-bound that it took time to do just about anything. Darrin was transfixed by the shuddering movements of that gargantuan member, the towering malehood visibly stretching, veins lifting beneath the skin with an audible rush of blood. He didn't realize how close he was to the great member until Atlas tilted his hand and he tumbled until pressure trapped him between two walls of flesh.

The world went dark. He was buried against the burning hot, pliable skin of Atlas' dick by the smoother but less yielding palm, both surfaces gliding around him with expansion. There was a moment's pause before he felt himself moving, skin dragging against his entire body. Atlas groaned fitfully, his voice felt more than heard now, as he began to stroke himself.

"It's not enough!" the horse shouted, his voice muffled but more than loud enough to be heard. There were a series of cascading booms, and Darrin thought he could hear more voices, but he wasn't sure what was being said. Were Apollo and Achilles trying to talk Atlas down? Would...would that work?

His world tilted again, the relatively dry, warm surface moving until he was lying on his back. The simple pressure of the horse's erection kept him planted where he was now, heavy enough that he had trouble breathing. He could still make out the curvature of Atlas' shaft, but it was flattening out as it grew. Darrin heard rumbling and crashing, keenly aware of the havoc the giant must be causing now. He also knew that Atlas was past the point of caring - he had always been a creature of appetite, the world shrinking down until it was simply him and the object of his desire.

There was a moment of panic as Darrin realized it was entirely possible Atlas didn't even remember where he had placed the now-tiny man. The weight of the monolith above him increased as the horse's palm held the root of the cock steady so he could rut the earth properly. Darrin took in as deep a breath as he could manage as the hot, spongy flesh surged around him, making him feel almost as if he had been vacuum-sealed between landscapes of the titan. He was drenched in sweat in mere moments, what air there was around him saturated with heat and musk. The pressure of the horse's sheer bulk kept him pinned as the colossus ground forward; he was only able to breathe when the cock lifted as he pulled back.

Through the hazy dizziness that had descended around him, Darrin could still feel Atlas expanding. The palm beneath him pulled away on all sides, the surface changing as the horse grew. Darrin was beginning to catch in cracks and crevices now, the increasingly irregular terrain of the horse-cock above him allowing more pockets of air he could use to catch his breath. Atlas' excited heartbeat was a rhythmic shock, thumping his whole body as it moved him a few inches back into the 'cushion' of the stallion's palm.

It was all Darrin could do to breathe and move enough to keep feeling in his limbs. He couldn't think about anything more than making sure he inhaled whenever Atlas glided back, or measuring his exhale as that building-sized arousal came back down to mash him into the horse's palm. He slid along the slick surface now, his position dictated by the implacable strength of the stallion.

His own erection throbbed ignored between his legs. He felt his body bend under the changing surface of the cock above him, opening his eyes only once or twice to see veins visibly pulse and shudder and expand. When one long grind forced him to turn his head, he could see the great bulge of the stallion's underchannel next to him, flattening against the base of Atlas' fingers. Every now and again, a louder, deeper boom rocked him. It was the Clydesdale whinnying, or snorting, or moaning. A different, more regular vibration signaled the earthquake the horse's passions were causing on the ground below.

Darrin couldn't tell if a change in rhythm was caused by Atlas' pace quickening or something caused by growth. The ear-splitting roars of arousal were becoming more frequent, though, and Darrin felt the tendons in the horse's palm stretch and lift again and again as he struggled to hold his own oversized erection. He could only imagine the proportions that Atlas had blown up to; how hard was it by now to hold his own erection? Was his torso and arm too thick to allow him to reach his member easily by now? He couldn't tell if Atlas was still getting bigger by now; he was so large already, and the world had become constantly rolling flesh, a series of bone-jarring booms, musk and sweat and breathtaking heat.

Darrin was flattened against the shaft, perhaps just below the medial ring, when the skin stretched over him in alarming fashion. He was briefly worried that Atlas had, in fact, grown too muscular for his own body, when the underchannel filled enough to lift the entire cock away from his palm. The twin roars of seed and the Clydesdale's whinny shook the air around him, so intense it almost struck Darrin blind. He clapped his hands around his ears now that he had a small bit of room, but the sound rumbled right through them. He could feel his eardrums vibrating under the sonic onslaught and wondered if he might go deaf.

That first eruption lasted for seconds but it felt like minutes. There was a second of silence before the next eruption, accompanied by a hoarse roar. Darrin counted five or six seconds before that stopped, another second passing before the third rush erupted for just as long. There was a fourth blast, then a fifth, a sixth, each as long and violent as the last. Atlas was beginning to relax at last, after nearly a full minute, the palm resting against the ground.

Seven gushes, then eight, then nine. The world turned upside down suddenly as Atlas rolled over, clapping Darrin against the leaping surface of his erection. By now a small flash flood of semen was running down the length of the shaft, sticky fluid coating Darrin instantly as he blinked against the sudden light. He was lifted into the brace of Atlas' palm for rush number ten, the shaft falling back onto the horse's torso like a felled tree. Dazed, Darrin clung to the slick skin, blinking up at fingers too big to parse as digits.

Another shot lifted him up. Then another, and another, and another. Darrin was beginning to worry he might actually slide off that cock somehow when it finally began to taper after fifteen heavy gushes of seed or so. The Clydesdale snorted thunderously as his body began to relax, the intensity of that impossibly long climax quickly melting into afterglow. Darrin was able to rise just enough to take a look at Atlas' cock; it was more than big enough to be a giant all on its own, connected to the stallion by hips it was nearly thicker than. It continued to buck, even with diminished force, tons of horse-cock lifting into the air before flopping wetly down across the over-muscled stallion's torso.

Atlas' free hand dropped to his side, an earth-shaking boom announcing the impact. A splash of grass, dirt, and semen leapt high enough that Darrin could see it from his perch. He was in shock, it felt like, squirming on the tremendous cock as seed dribbled from a tip that looked several hundred feet away. It took two more minutes for the flood of seed to slow to a mere waterfall. When the world stopped leaping under him, threatening to buck him off, Darrin wiped seed from his eyes for the third time today.

From this vantage point, he could see just how big Atlas had gotten. The Clydesdale's body rippled and stretched out over an immense portion of land next to his house. He had flattened every fence penning in an enclosure, hooves wider than his entire house looking diminished by the sheer distance that was between him and them. The horse's hand cratered what had remained of his yard, and the constant earthquake had visibly damaged the walls and roof of his home.

Achilles and Apollo approached from behind the house, where they had presumably gone for cover. They were both dwarfed by their stable-mate, though each of them were giants in their own right. Apollo loomed over the house easily, the pointed roof barely reaching his knees. Achilles was twice as tall, the base of his over-burdened sheath rising just above the ears of the Thoroughbred next to him. The roof of his house didn't even reach the top of the Cleveland Bay's hock; one hoof could have flattened it entirely. And they still looked like dwarved compared to Atlas.

"Darrin, are you OK?" Achilles rumbled his concern as he picked his way through the devastated landscape, hooves splashing in what looked like several feet of seed. When he reached Atlas' side, he dropped to his knees and bent around the Clydesdale's bulk to stare at the little human. Apollo remained behind, looking around the larger stallion's wide back.

"I think so." Darrin rasped, slowly rising to his feet. He coughed once, then began to wipe his face and arms, using the time to get his heartbeat under control. "Just....just a little dizzy."

"I could only imagine. That was some ride." Achilles sounded amused, but he fixed Atlas with a hard stare. "We were really worried."

"Oh come on now," Atlas boomed, his deific voice straining Darrin's eardrums. "I would never hurt him, you know that! It was just....I couldn't help myself. My lust got away from me."

"Which is exactly what I said would happen, if you can remember." Achilles carefully reached for Darrin as Atlas shifted, the Clydesdale's shaft already thumping back to life again. From the man's perspective, it looked like buildings were moving all around him, an entire landscape of equine might filling his vision. He dropped to his knees and crawled onto the Bay's hands, clinging to the base of a finger as Atlas slowly rose...and rose...

Black fur filled his vision, a glaze of his own spunk making it shine in the mid-morning light. Muscles bulged enough to thin out that pelt, his torso almost a literal mountain range that crashed against itself jockeying for room. Darrin gasped instinctively. Atlas sitting absolutely towered over a kneeling Achilles and a standing Apollo, and he was rising higher as he got to his hooves. His chest jutted out more than enough to block any view of his muzzle from below; the long and graceful neck common to his kind was consumed by the sheer enormity of his traps and shoulders. His hooves landed like bombs, making the ground roll visibly from the impact and forcing both of the smaller horses to stumble. Atlas whickered, pleased. His shaft was already throbbing its way back to life.

As blown away as Darrin was, Achilles looked less impressed. "You shouldn't have taken as much of the feed as you did. There's no telling what could have happened; you could have overdosed, or triggered some terrible side effect."

"Are you sure there won't be side effects coming anyway?" Apollo's deep voice rumbled from behind. Even as big as he was, he was still nervous.

"I don't know." Achilles curled his fingers protectively around Darrin, obscuring the human's view of anything else as he rose to his full height. "We still have no idea how the feed did what it did, or if it's stopped doing it."

"You mean we could keep changing?" Apollo snorted.

"Or growing." Atlas' thunderous voice shook the fingers around Darrin. "Could you imagine being even bigger? I think I'd like that, heh."

"I'm not sure the world could handle us at our current sizes. Let's think about that before we entertain the idea of changing any further." Those massive digits uncurled to reveal the placid smile of the Cleveland Bay filling Darrin's sky. "Darrin still has to speak to the Bravermans about what happened here today. There's no doubt a lot of things that will need to be figured out."

"Can't argue with that," Atlas chuckled. "You've probably got the hardest job out of all of us, little man."

"Thanks?" Darrin felt his heartbeat quicken as he looked around at the three giants. From his perch in Achilles' hand, he could see most of Atlas looming above the ruins of the barn and surrounding meadow. What hadn't been trampled outright was covered in a flood of semen; fences had disappeared, roads were impassible, and gigantic hoof-prints had remade the landscape. How on earth was he going to deal with this?

"You're welcome." There was a gale of wind as Atlas planted his hands on his thighs and bent down to lean close to Darrin. His shoulders loomed over him, a cobra's hood broader than he could see all at once from here. "I know that this is the best thing that's ever happened to you. It's certainly the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"It's...the strangest thing, that's for sure." Darrin chuckled, taking a deep breath as he tried to still his racing heart. Adrenaline had been coursing through him non-stop for hours now. It was finally beginning to ebb. The toll of being handled by the three giant equines was beginning to show; all at once, he was very sore and quite exhausted. "I...think I need to wash up and get as much rest as I can before the Bravermans come back. Could you put me down in the yard, Achilles? I gotta get a shower and some food."

"Of course." The Bay twisted to the side and gently lowered his hand, allowing Darrin to slip off the edge of the palm. "We'll be here once you've rested."

"It's not like we have anywhere we could go." Apollo whickered. Darrin was unsure if it was a joke or a complaint.

"We could go anywhere, little horse, that's the whole point!" Atlas grinned from on high. "There aren't any fences or doors that could hold us!"

"All the same, I'd like you three to keep out of trouble, OK?" Darrin grinned, then whooped as Roanoke appeared and gathered him up in strong, furry arms.

"Of course," Achilles said.

"You mean we're not already in trouble?" Apollo said.

"Eh, you're no fun," Atlas said.

Darrin felt himself beginning to drift asleep as Roanoke carried him through the seed-drenched yard and back into the house. The German shepherd had to bend low and push himself into the kitchen one shoulder at a time, then remain hunched once he was indoors. It looked like the house had been through an earthquake. Darrin was set down on a floor that was almost covered with anything that had been on a shelf or counter. The light bulb was even broken in its socket, loose filaments and jagged glass hanging over the table. Darrin groaned at the sight, then made his way into the living room (which hadn't fared much better) and up the stairs. It was going to take a lot of effort to make the house livable again, if that could even be done.

First things first, he told himself. Clean yourself up, and then freak out.

TO BE CONCLUDED...