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Of all the days for the company car to break down, it happened on the hottest day of the year. Louis couldn't believe his horrible luck.

An annoyed phone call to the person at the company in charge of handling vehicles didn't end up solving the problem, but at least someone would be sent out to fix the car without him being at fault. It wasn't like he should be given all he did was drive the thing normally, but he was aware of how other employees drove recklessly through the city and how they were reprimanded appropriately for their actions, with some having to reimburse the company for the damage caused. He saw no reason to pay for something if he didn't have to.

Nevertheless, he was left without a convenient means of getting around for the day as every vehicle at the company's disposal was accounted for. Some of his errands ended up being within walking distance, and he had no issue with traversing by foot, but others were on the far side of the city, and the sun gradually beat down harder overhead. Having to attend a meeting as a sweaty mess in business attire didn't exactly sound enticing, and it had the gears in his brain spinning as he attempted to determine a route he could take that could get him to his destination an hour from now while simultaneously keeping him in the shade as long as possible. Any map he looked at sadly didn't provide such a magical path. He only had one realistic option left.

While there were huge throngs of people crowding the nearby train station, he still managed to weave himself through the hordes to where his ride awaited. It'd been ages since he'd taken a train. He couldn't recall what to expect when he got to step into one of the wagons, but he at least hoped the air conditioning was on, or that it existed at all.

It wasn't long before the train came to a stop at his platform, allowing everyone waiting to get on. He took the first opportunity to board after letting others depart in the hopes that he could find some place away from anyone else, fearing the possibility of some old timer trying to start up a conversation with him that he cared little about. The passenger wagon he found himself in happened to be packed, which he chalked up to being the nature of public transportation, however, it left him searching for a seat to take. Luckily for him there was a group of three next to each other unoccupied. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Hastily his feet moved, zipping to the wall-mounted chair as he pulled his canvas satchel off from his shoulder. The hard part was over; now he just had to relax until he got to his stop.

Well, he wanted to, only he found it difficult as the train car also happened to be fairly humid as well. No doubt the heat from outside had something to do with it, but there was more to the problem than he initially realized. A quick scan of the train car revealed that every passenger aboard appeared to be men; loud, belligerent men who wanted nothing more than to command the space around them and fight for the right to be its sole occupier. Many of the larger carnivore species were present – tigers, bears, crocodiles – but were far huger than they had any right to be, their clothing struggling to maintain structural integrity after being stretched across broad frames filled with thickly packed muscle as if everyone lived in a gym. And the herbivore species – bulls, rhinos, elephants – were just as imposing as the others, with him being the sole outlier.

The revelation that he was the smallest being in the wagon had him clutching his bag that much tighter. While he was the farthest thing from meek, he still valued his life enough to not get in the way of these beasts.

A lot of the men looked irritable, likely also not enjoying the intense, scorching heat bearing down from the midday sun, causing them to get snippy with one another for various reasons. He couldn't hear what two of them on the other side of the car were arguing about, but he could hear the rising tension in their voices. In fact another small argument broke out, closer to him than the first, but just as increasingly strained. He silently begged and pleaded for no one beside him to pick a fight with him. All the power he could muster was spent trying to avoid being part of something he was bound to lose.

He checked the map on his phone to see how far along the route his stop was, finding out his was near the end. A groan lowly rumbled in his throat. Was it worth it traveling quickly to his destination aboard a train filled with people who could fold him like a pretzel if they thought he looked at them funny, or was it a better option to take the far safer option in walking to his destination even if it took him longer? He checked the route to determine if there was a break-even point between both choices, but determined he'd have to depart rather close to his stop if he wanted to make it to his meeting on time by foot. That meant he was stuck in hell for longer than he wanted.

And it only got worse as each stop brought on more of the same kinds of men, all appearing to be jacked far beyond the biggest of bruisers he'd come across. In spite of them being fully clothed, it almost looked like they purposely chose to wear something a size or two below what was comfortable for them, the material of each of their attires drawing tight over builds that even professional bodybuilders would face trouble attempting to maintain, all at a height that loomed over the general public. Even with his antlers they still towered over him.

It only grew worse as the more men that boarded brought with them a ton more body heat that had nowhere to go, saturating the air in the car and making it more humid than what it was like outside. He had half a mind to reach for a window, but with his surroundings being closed in by all these beefy rage cases, the last thing he wanted was to accidentally bump into one. He instead chose to suffer in silence.

But with all that sweat came musk tickling his nose. Louis wanted to ignore it, but with all these herculean studs around, that became impossible. No amount of deodorant could prevent the overpowering stench wafting from them. It nearly seemed like they took the train immediately after exerting themselves doing whatever, leaving everyone else to have to deal with the aftermath. His mind jumped to thinking about anything other than his current situation so as to distract himself long enough for his ride to be over.

There was a ramen shop close to the office where his meeting took place that he could stop at when he was done. Maybe he should get some groceries while he was out. Taxes were coming up, and he hadn't gathered all the necessary documents together yet. The newest season of his favourite show was going to air next week. He needed to get his laundry done sometime soon. That bison's cologne didn't suit him at all.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from focusing on the smells around him. He grimaced as his brain put full attention on the musk clouding his mind, the ventilation above him doing nothing to dissipate the odour. All he could think of was gently clasping a hand over his nose in an attempt to lessen the funk.

It barely helped.

But with his concentration being consumed, it allowed him to process the smell, and it was in doing so that he sensed a familiarity. His mind perked up. Masculinity was the prevailing essence of the aroma, but in a way that the general man didn't produce. Thoughts popped into his head as he tried to place it. The scent reminded him of something recent, some event he partook in potentially last week. Every single thing he did then raced through his mind. What could it be? The answer was on the tip of his tongue.

And then it hit him – Legoshi.

The two met for lunch the other day to catch up. Unlike the others in the wagon whose company he had no choice but to endure, the behemoth of a wolf actively made an effort to subdue the smell radiating from his monumental body, though no hygiene product in the world could mask the stench one hundred percent. It emanated from between each of his overly swollen muscles like his body wanted to draw attention his way, though with the lack of body odour the experience was far more pleasant than his present predicament.

He then felt grateful none of these men were anywhere close to the size of the canine colossus.

Another stop, another load of gargantuan men. He couldn't believe his eyes seeing so many with the same build all in the same place. Whether there was a connection between them and the wolf he couldn't be sure, but if there was, Legoshi's manners didn't rub off onto them at all.

What was once sanctuary at the back of the train car now became a sausage fest he didn't want to be a part of. Every square inch of space soon belonged to someone built like a brick wall, some wearing tops so ill-fitting that he bore witness to abdominals that made the comparison apt. This couldn't be happening.

The room shrank dramatically as more and more men piled into the wagon. The seats beside him were taken by two particularly rowdy lions that exemplified the muscle-bloated aesthetic precisely, right down to their too-small A-shirts doing little to mop up the sweat pouring down their hulking bodies. So much of the area around him had been taken up that he barely had half of his seat left for himself. The members of the Shishigumi couldn't compete with the bodybuilder lions currently sandwiching him, even when put together.

Conversation in the car had grown loud, with most of them revolving around who's in who's personal space. Even the men around him joined in on the action and angrily pushed each other for room. In doing so, the lions situated next to him flicked copious amounts of their musky sweat in his face, catching him off guard and forcing him to remain silent so as to not become involved in any of the bickering.

He increasingly thought it might be wise to walk the rest of the way. Maybe his colleagues wouldn't mind if he was late.

The humidity in the train wagon continued to climb. Louis almost couldn't take it anymore, ready to bolt for the door to try and remove himself from the chaos, but he reminded himself of how far away his destination was and how this was still preferable to walking. Not by much, but it was enough to get him to stay put.

But he couldn't deny how heavy the air was. Every breath he took felt like inhaling soup, and it was enough to get him panting. And that wasn't even to mention how compact his ride had become! Being seated next to one monstrous feline was already a dreadful experience, but being squashed by two multiplied his uncomfortableness exponentially. He craved space even if he couldn't fight for it. Why should he?! This was a public environment; he deserved room to exist just like everyone else.

Ugh, now he started sweating. There was too much heat captured in the car without any means for it to escape. It covered him like a weighted blanket with how saturated with sweat it'd become. The suit jacket had to come off, there was no other way he could survive in such a situation wearing a garment keeping the heat in. It felt tight anyway, much like his shirt did, probably the result of being surrounded by lumbering lunks. There was no way it could've shrunk in the time since he'd boarded the train.

In shucking off his jacket he unintentionally nudged one of the lions next to him, which he only realized when he felt the man forcefully shove him. That boiled his blood. What made it worse was the massive cat spitting venom at him, acting as if he was the one taking up all the room, acting as if he was the problem. Oh, how he wished that were true. He so wished he was the one forcing everyone else to have to fight for the meagre space not taken up by his own immense form, to understand he wasn't budging should anyone dare tell him to move, to illustrate how they weren't the only ones who needed to take the train.

The inferno of rage swirled within him as he pushed back, indignantly telling off the brute beside him. It made the lion all the more irate, but he dug his heels in, now being the one to look down at the feline as he stood up. There was a limit to how much abuse he was willing to take in order to not make a scene.

Of course the lion didn't take that sitting down, also getting up to make him feel small again. But he didn't care. He might not be anywhere close to the size of the beasts making up the rest of the train-going public, but he had his limits, and this idiot just pushed him over the edge. Were it possible, his eyes would've bored through the skull of the other man.

Anger at the injustice now became all Louis cared about, his meeting shoved to the back of his mind. He was tired of being pushed around by guys who felt they could do what they wanted, so much so that staring down someone many times his size didn't even scare him. All the adrenaline coursing through his veins made him feel like he could tear the seat from the wall, maybe even yank the wagon from its coupling with a single tug. The thoughts were ridiculous, but he was far too fired up to say otherwise.

'Fire' was appropriate given how heated his body had gotten. Frustration furrowed his brows, balled his fists, gritted his teeth. It didn't matter if there was a size disadvantage or not; he felt like he could take on anyone there and win, even if they disagreed.

That tightness he felt earlier hadn't abated either. Given how much stress he was under, it could've been his body instinctively trying to make him appear bigger to face the immense lion. He just felt so close to everything: his opponent, the other bystanders, the ceiling—

He paused. That couldn't be right. No, he ceiling of the train car didn't look closer, it—

No, it did. It verifiably did. His vantage point was genuinely taller than it was before, his mind reeling at the discovery. The spat he had with the other passenger took a backseat as he attempted to comprehend how that was even possible. People didn't just get taller out of nowhere, especially this long after puberty.

Taking a deep breath puffed out his chest, only instead of retracting with the exhale, it actually stayed put, distended like he'd been working out for a while. It absorbed all his focus.

The tensing of his body pulsed with every heartbeat, veins pumping blood across his form. His clenching fists inadvertently flexed his biceps, those mounds normally visible through his shirt, but now even more so. What were meagre peaks now resembled anything but, the muscle jumping in size as the pressure in his body grew. In an instant each one surged from a golf ball to a tennis ball, then swelled into baseballs that drew the sleeves of his shirt taut, his eyes steadily transfixed on the sight before him.

Spreading his arms apart allowed his back to get in on the action. Drawing a sharp breath stiffened his shoulders, the strain tugging at his top as mass stuffed his hide as if by magic, making his body appear to be inflating. Little by little his traps expanded into noticeable lumps like someone was pumping air into them, seemingly not stopping for anything as they made his stature ever so more imposing. Likewise his lats popped into existence as if they'd been there the whole time, forcing his frame to grow wider to accommodate the bloating heft.

Those legs of his weren't about to fall behind, blimping with thickly-corded beef that tacked on all over several pounds at a time. Thighs lean from a combination of his modest diet and basic exercise now took on more sinew, his quads rippling into something worth looking at that bulged out the leg of his bottoms. So much bulk billowed from his thighs that they began to chafe where he stood, requiring him to adjust his posture to allay the discomfort. And with a widening stance came his hips stretching out to better take on more size, the waistband of his dress pants now digging into his flesh, causing him to undo his belt to alleviate the pain.

His torso also didn't stop expanding outward, his shirt unhappy with the developments as it tried in vain to contain his growing frame. Pectorals actually noticeable were now his normal as they flourished from whatever was happening to him. The growing masses competed for space with one another, but the pair together posed a problem for his top as it was never rated to wrap around a body a couple sizes bigger than what was on its tag. The top two buttons snapped free from their holes from the sudden appearance of a regular gym-goer's chest within a shirt meant for a beanpole, pinging to the floor where they came to rest, leaving a tantalizing view of his swelling pecs.

A mix between a grimace and a smile crossed Louis' face as he observed what his body was doing. His growth was steady, musculature pumping up his body as if he willed it to, the heat of expansion enveloping his soul. The hills of his back continued to plump up, deepening the valleys between them as they took up more and more space. His burgeoning lats pushed him ever wider.

Those biceps of his now had both heads visible through the fabric, bunching up into mounds bigger than one of his fists. The skintight material stretched across thickening arms, billowing even when not tensed. Straightening a limb showed how his triceps also benefited from the growth, jutting outward into horseshoes that only kept getting bigger as the seconds ticked on. While his arms weren't quite as large as what the other men around him possessed, it was a far cry from the size he had when he boarded the train, and some part of him whispered to his brain that he wasn't done yet.

The seams of his shirt started to scream out in agony from having to encompass so much growing beef, unable to remain stitched together as he expanded without knowing why. Those bloating traps of his forced the collar to allow for more of his ballooning mass to show through, a small tear forming at either side. His shoulders also contributed to the demise of his top, those distending deltoids more than twice the size they used to be and still growing, separating the sleeves of his shirt from the trunk, his tan fur poking through.

And yet, in spite of his attire succumbing to his bulging form – which cost a pretty penny – he cared little as he finally felt like he had attained some semblance of control over the situation he found himself in.

The shredding of his clothing gave him more breathing room, as well as more room to grow. His quads threatened to burst through his pant legs with every pulse of growth racking his body, only for that to happen when he took an errant step to the side and split his bottoms along his inner thighs. Too much heft occupied something that used to be baggy, blowing out the seams with gusto as his very being commanded it so. That brought upon more tears through the material that put more of his surging physique on display.

With dozens of pounds of sweaty muscle mass being added to his frame came a scent, one emanating from the creases of his bulk that got stronger the bigger he became. A sigh of relief left his mouth as his nostrils inhaled his musk, happy that he got to smell something other than the rest of the passengers, one that he enjoyed quite a bit, though it'd never been this potent before. He inferred his increase in size led to an increase in musk production, something he didn't connect until that very moment as he believed certain people were just like that. His time with Legoshi now made much more sense.

He let it fill his airways, his stress dissipating with every huff. It was almost as if the aroma of his intoxicatingly masculine stench had an effect on his growth because it redoubled the moment he noticed. His dress clothes were all but ribbons of fabric by then, his shoes also capitulating as his toes broke through the leather, his stompers being freed of their prison as the soles of his feet felt the floor of the train.

It was only then that he remembered he was in an altercation, whipping his head to the lion in front of him expecting to see the guy want to beat him to death, instead watching the cat falter in his aggressive stance. His opponent's expression had dropped most of the anger it held, now showing confusion after witnessing him bust out of his clothes.

The lion's nostrils then flared.

Immediately the other man's face was painted with lust, his fingers twitching. Though he wasn't the only one like that. Some of the men in the vicinity had also tried to find the source of the smell, their desire worn on their sleeves.

He had to wonder what made his musk so special above all the others.

Whatever it was, Louis relished it as it tickled his nostrils, its strength invigorating him and sending shivers down his spine. Unadulterated euphoria spread across every nerve in his body, tingles of pleasure rippling through his flesh. A gasp escaped his throat. His body tensed, breath caught in his chest as he sensed pressure build up inside him.

Oh, how this felt good.

Every part of him from traps currently swallowing his neck to his curling toes experienced the bliss of growth. He now actively desired it, not only because it would put him on the same level as the other passengers – giving him an avenue of safety – but also because he deserved such a size. It would give him an air of authority that others couldn't take from him, bestowing upon him a powerful aura that those looking to undermine him would immediately recognize as important.

And it also reminded him of Legoshi. He shuddered in delight at the thought of matching that behemoth in size.

Thinking about the wolf triggered a positive reaction in him. Without any stimulation his meaty schlong sprang to life, slapping against his taut abs as veins webbing down his shredded pelvis fed it blood. He'd been waiting for this moment as soon as he started growing. It pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, slathering a layer of pre along his cut abdominals as his plump balls hung proudly in the open air.

But those too took advantage of his body exploding in size and also received the boon he'd been given. Just like with the rest of him his cock surged against his torso, the sensitive flesh grinding against a trunk twice as thick as it was only a few minutes ago. The head grazed along his reddish coat as it continued to dribble preseed from the hole of his cumpipe. Production was fueled by his growing orbs, going from egg-sized to fist-sized in the blink of an eye, and only fattening more the harder the fires of arousal flared inside him.

A wide grin stretched his mouth as his tongue fell past his bottom lip, panting up a storm as the heat inflaming his growth matched the heat trapped in the wagon. By that point all eyes in his part of the train car were on him. No one could tear their gaze away from the growing deer quickly closing the size gap between him and the rest of the passengers. He reveled in their attention.

And with being the burgeoning focal point of the train, he decided it best to keep the show going. He let his hands wander across his chiseled physique, one moving down his etched abs while the other groped one of his swollen pectorals, his fat nip tantalizingly between his fingers. Even touching himself felt better than it ever had! The pleasure ripping through his system coaxed him to buck his hips, thrusting his shaft into the air in front of him so as to let it slap against him again. Every ounce of size he gained only made the experience better.

He traced a nail up his sensitive pole, contouring around a vein that throbbed from the touch, following it from base to tip until he got to his glans, where even the slightest bit of contact got him to moan. And in that moment it grew. Suddenly he had more flesh to play with, more of him to enjoy, more of him to make love to. Why wouldn't he do so?

Why shouldn't he?

His body pulsed with the greedy urge to get bigger. His unstoppable expansion progressed in all dimensions, every measurement of his blimping by inches at a time. The pec he held onto tacked on mass far faster than before, splaying his fingers apart as he abruptly was given more meat to fondle, that nipple in his grasp thickening in turn.

And his dick did the same, gaining both length and girth as gravity began to pull it away from his widening trunk, feeling its weightiness in his hand. He grunted in assent to its enlargement, knowing that shady internet pills could never hope to achieve what he was accomplishing. No, this was far too visceral to be something like that, far too tapped into the pleasure-seeking part of his brain.

Louis just about jumped when he felt a hand caress one of his brawny arms, shocking him out of the trance he'd fallen under. The lion not in his quarrel had given his tricep a squeeze, something he didn't realize he'd like until it happened, which then made him recognize how much it thrilled him. He gave the other man what he wanted by flexing into the feline's grasp, hearing a surprised moan of approval.

That apparently was the signal for some of the other beefcakes to do the same as the first guy and grab hold of some bloating part of him, fingers increasingly unable to indent his flesh as the muscle cramming onto his densifying frame pushed back up against his aggressors, inducing another groan from him as the hands groping his enlarging body couldn't keep up with all the new muscle adding onto him in waves.

What was once an unremarkable chest was now anything but, the slabs of beef catching a lot of the attention now permanently resided in his peripheral vision at all times, the creaking of his cervine form forcing them to take up more space. He let them do whatever they wanted.

The same was said for his legs, becoming absolute pillars of might that rivaled tree trunks and were the envy of cyclists everywhere. His quads attracted attention almost instantly, fingers gliding along his thighs that could crush watermelons into a pulpy mess were any unfortunate enough to end up there, gripping his tensing bulk as he shoved them aside with his growth. That led some of the men to discover his glutes, massaging those dimpled mounds as he tensed them for their delight, feeling claws gently scraping along those banded croissants.

None of them had the faintest idea of who he was, but he could tell none of them cared.

He savoured the efforts of the other passengers, noting how thorough they were in ensuring every square centimetre of his embiggening bulk was attended to. While he appreciated the attempt, he knew it was futile as his musculature expanded like that was its life's goal. Arms that a number of the men focused on had become thick with corded heft, wound like steel cable, only far stronger. The heads of his biceps had grown apart from one another as the heat pumped them up, the valley between them spreading as if to offer a gorge for excess sweat to trickle down.

That's when he felt a tongue come out. Thanks to those traps of his tickling his ears, he couldn't tell who had taken the next step as his head was prevented from turning as much as it used to, but he could tell it was a carnivore that had begun slathering over his bloated muscle mass, and it surprised him how much he enjoyed the sensation of another man making love to his body in such a perverse way. He'd always been fairly subdued in his encounters, restricting himself to the basics of sex without any other frills, but that would have to change now that he'd been granted the opportunity to experience the sheer bliss of a throng of studly men lashing their tongues through his sweaty fur.

Steadily he grew, his body demanding it. It took this long for him to surpass the others in size, now standing taller than everyone around him while also allowing his bulk to crowd this part of the wagon as if pulling muscle mass out of thin air. His back alone eclipsed the size he used to be, so swollen with beef that the peaks of his trapezius muscles protruded more than a metre from his frame in a display so grotesque that more of the hunks in the train car had taken notice.

That led to more hands and tongue worshiping his growing physique, all reveling in his burgeoning strength as he started making them look small. He could only imagine what they all did for a living – professional weightlifter, ironman competitor, social media influencer – and it made him wonder what they'd say if they realized a simple salaryman had grown huger than them. That wasn't to say he knew for certain they didn't work in offices, but based on how a number of them communicated with each other, the lack of people skills would make that kind of work difficult. It seemed they only recognized one thing above anything else.

Size.

He could work with that.

His cock continued to develop into something more than just a sexual instrument, its magnitude reminding him of a battering ram, if smaller. He questioned if it would balloon to the point of matching such a device, but if Legoshi was any indication – and his friend Jack, for that matter – then it would only just be a matter of time. He shot a glob of precum at the idea of becoming that large.

Closer to the ceiling he expanded, his antlers less than a foot away, a marvel considering they'd shed not long ago. It was a testament to his will to gain mass. He wouldn't be content with merely being like the rest, instead opting to be greater, to be something these men could admire in the limited time they had together. He knew he was on the right path with how many of them were tonguing through his musky fur.

But their attention to his prick was to be commended. Every millimetre of growth was rewarded by someone slurping away at the thicker pole between his burly legs, hands ravaging his crotch. His churning cum tanks also drew a rising amount of focus as they swelled bigger than his head, dangling pendulously next to his kneecaps as they fattened with cervine spunk. It amazed him how he hadn't cum yet, but he supposed his body had other plans for him.

Slowly but surely his body stretched out wide as if knowing there was a limit on how tall he could get before he crashed through the top of the train wagon. He'd let it happen if it did, but he felt grateful that didn't seem to be the plan here. That enabled his other dimensions to ramp up in magnitude, packing on muscle to make up for how skinny he used to be. Every limb of his had eclipsed those of the men indulging in his surging musculature to the point that they looked as small next to him as he did before the urge to develop into a deer behemoth enveloped him. It astonished him how quickly the tables were turned.

And yet none of them paid any mind to how the situation had flipped on its head. Everyone gradually just wanted a piece of the action, to satiate their apparent need to worship someone so huge and perfect. He wondered why they didn't do that with each other only to remember that none of them stood out in that regard. It was only until he began growing that this took place. He was the catalyst for their change in behaviour.

Had either Legoshi or Jack been the centre of attention like this? He believed they should try it at some point.

His musk hadn't abated either, only growing stronger as he did, becoming most of what he smelled as his chest bloated ever so much nearer to his face, his chin able to make contact if he looked down, giving him the chance to experience lashing his tongue through his fur to unearth some of his intoxicating scent. No one had cracked a window the entire trip so far. The entire car absolutely reeked of men.

Reeked of him.

Louis couldn't get enough of his masculine aroma, forcing his muzzle to dig in between his prodigious pectorals where it was strongest, the strongest that he could reach at least. So much bulk keeping his head from rotating prevented him from sticking his nose in his pits where the smell exuded more robustly, but he had more than enough takers drinking in his manly odour to excite him. He'd never seen carnivores this interested in him before, or herbivores for that matter.

He wasn't about to let the other passengers have all the fun, however. His hands – also beneficiaries of his growth – instinctively grabbed for a free spot on his chest, there being more than enough as the beefcakes couldn't occupy every part of him even if they tried their hardest. So much muscle rolled in his grip as those planetoids only got larger, so much power they radiated when he discovered not even he could press his fingers into the flesh that much. Pride welled inside him.

But with his impossible gains came more and more men wanting to check out what was on offer, meaning that, even though he was more than sturdy with his lower centre of gravity, the number of men licking and groping and making love to his billowing beef forced him to have to shift his position simply to allow all of them access at once. He naturally grabbed for the metal rails running along the length of the wagon, only for his hands to crunch the supports without trying. Their sound construction implied he wasn't going anywhere, but it titillated him to know he could leave imprints like that now.

His dick looked more and more like a third leg as the waves of development washed over him, pointing directly in front of him thanks to its preposterous mass weighing it down. The thing was heavier than he used to be, swollen cockflesh throbbing with need, pencil-thick veins snaking along it like a perverse road map. Its enormity only emboldened his arousal, the pressure inside him higher than he'd ever felt in his life, though apparently not high enough to get him to blow his load just yet. All he could do was revel in the sensation of being so impossibly massive that everyone aboard the train car was attending to some part of his jaw-dropping physique. After everything he'd endured up to that point, he more than deserved it.

This felt right.

His legs now touched the sets of seats opposite one another without the need to spread them, his perfect teardrop calves casually gracing the plastic and metal with their presence. It lined up with his shoulders pressing into the metal rails, completely warping them around deltoids built like striated wrecking balls, with him not even fazed, in fact he barely felt it.

What he did feel was the combined efforts of every other passenger doing their absolute damndest to get him to reach climax. All of them had their dicks out, either having slipped out of their clothes or torn them off entirely, raring to push him over the edge. Someone had clambered on top of his mountain of a back, face firmly wedged between traps that loomed over his own head. Two more people were solidly wedged into his pits, lapping at his sweaty fuzz with gusto, leading him to offer more incentive by gently lowering his mammothian limbs down around their heads. He heard growls of contentment in response.

His gargantuan chest meat didn't let him see anything except the monumental crotch rocket sticking out in front of him, but he more than felt all those hands and mouth expertly caressing his immensity. He cried out for more, receiving his wish almost instantly as the men sucked and fondled and groped harder than they just were.

Several men dug under his foreskin, grazing his sensitive glans with their pointed teeth, purposely assailing one of his most perceptive body parts. Many more made love to the turgid cock itself, while many others tended to his oversized testosterone factories, now as big as beanbag chairs and sitting on the floor. His nipples provided fun for two studs each while his pecs kept the attention of more. His arms and legs might as well have been playground equipment with how many were hanging off of them. And of course he knew his hypermuscled ass would be a target for these brawny horndogs, but he didn't expect someone to actually stick their head between his dimpled globes. He knew from the tongue circling his pucker that it was a feline. Could it have been one of the lions from earlier? Oh, how delicious that would've been!

Were he able to check, he'd find out his monolithic pillar would stand taller than he did, though it didn't quite reach the same breadth his torso did. Obviously he cared little as his rod could plow through most, if not all, manmade material should he want to try. His focus, however, was on the growing libidinous tension building up inside him, his muscles flexing uncontrollably as he was beset by all the horny hulks doing their part to bring forth an eruption of masculine cervine virility.

Their efforts would be rewarded.

As much as he tried to hold off for a little while longer, Louis couldn't deny how much he wanted to cum. The tongue lapping at his tailhole became the tongue fucking his tailhole, the delicate ring of muscle clenching down on his anal intruder. The tuft of a tail sitting on top of his ginormous glutes wiggled involuntarily, signaling his excitement from everyone celebrating his unexplained growth.

His eyes struggled to stay open, his tongue falling from his mouth. Heavier breaths pushed from his throat until he began gasping for air. It was irrefutable – the flood gates had broken open.

With his engorged cum tanks pulling up to his shredded pelvis, he let loose what was easily more jizz in one burst than all these men could produce in a single session combined. But with one came two, volleys firing from the tip across the train car, painting the far wall a pearlescent white with whatever of his spunk wasn't covering some of the men in a layer of the stuff. The hunks in front of him knew what they were doing, intentionally bearing the brunt of his loads so as to revel in being coated in all this deer seed, wanting nothing more than to please him in whatever way they could.

Each shot felt like a cannon blast, splashing against the door connecting their wagon to the next one, pooling at the base in a blanket of cum spread across the floor that only rose with every barrage. His face had become thoroughly wedged between the colossal mounds on his chest, his nostrils filled to the brim with his delectable musk, it being the only thing he breathed in. Every part of him was frozen in place as the pleasure of orgasm racked him all over. The men could do whatever they wanted to him and he'd welcome it.

How long had it been? Time felt like a blur as his balls gradually drained. The euphoria turned minutes to hours, unable to accurately determine how long ago his ascent into muscular perfection had started. All he understood was the genuine praise of men he didn't even know the names of, though he had no use for anything of the sort given he was set to depart at some point.

Wait, that begged the question – where was he? Using what little willpower he had left, he forcefully opened an eye to attempt to determine his whereabouts, not quite recognizing the location the train was zipping past. Regardless of whether or not he'd arrived at his destination, he made it his goal to depart at the next stop. He could formulate a new plan of action there.

The amount of cum burying the floor reached past his ankles as he felt the flow from his nuts finally die down. So much of his produce had jettisoned from his crotch rocket that the other men could practically bathe in it. He couldn't even fathom how much he'd unloaded, especially because he stood far taller than he used to, the tallest of the other men only coming up to the middle of his chest. Seeing as this was his new normal, he'd need to get used to this much output fast.

The train hadn't stopped moving, nor did he sense the breaks kicking in at all. That left him in a bit of a predicament. All the other men had moved onto pleasuring themselves or someone else in the aftermath of his titanic display of unrivaled masculinity, leaving him standing awkwardly in a space far too small for him. It was then that he realized he'd actually stopped growing. There was a limit to his growth? Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he didn't actually burst through the train as there was no telling what might happen. As hot as it sounded, it would've been disadvantageous given he was still on the thing.

But seeing everyone else let a thought cross his mind – why not indulge in the fruits of his rapid expansion? For too long he'd been at the mercy of others, so it felt nice that he was strong enough to take charge of his own life, now in more ways than one. Bigger than a car tire, he brought a split-peak bicep up to his face and flexed, marveling at how it jumped twice as big as it was at rest. He treated himself to a lick of the swollen muscle group, savouring both the taste of his sweaty heft but also how incomparably gigantic it was. He knew immediately why the other men latched onto it so quickly as he couldn't prevent himself from tearing his focus away.

His entire arm was the stuff of legend. Those biceps of his were positively drool-worthy, however, the jewel in his crown had to have been his triceps, each bigger than the torso of one of the men in the wagon with him. Straightening them out allowed him to understand how unparalleled those horseshoes were, jutting out metres from each humerus in an unmatched demonstration of just how stacked he'd become.

And then there was his chest, something he'd be hard-pressed to ignore. Those boulders of his took up most of the view in front of him, ballooned past the size of a car bumper like they'd been connected to an air compressor. Tensing them together produced enough force to turn anything caught in the middle into a thin disk, though he couldn't help but think of how good it would feel to shove his colossal cock between them. He'd have to experiment when he had the time to.

Just then, Louis heard the jingle he'd been waiting for. His ears perked up as he listened carefully for the name of the stop, understanding right away that he'd overshot his destination by a couple stations. He groaned. It wasn't ideal, but at the very least he was close enough to make it work.

The train doors opened and let his cum spill out, spreading all over the floor of the terminal. Miraculously he managed to carefully squeeze himself through the too-small doorway to freedom, taking in the first breath of fresh air he'd had in a while.

And it was just then that he realized he didn't have any of his stuff. There was no way he was forcing himself back onto the car considering how much effort it took to depart, but he knew he needed his satchel for work. That was when he happened upon a bystander – sporting a very obvious boner – that he enlisted the help of. The doors weren't about to close any time soon with so much spunk gushing out, so the smaller guy managed to retrieve his things in a timely manner, though not without seeing the outcome of his eventful train ride.

He checked his work for any damage. Having been resting on a chair the whole time, the only problem he came across was a giant splotch of cum spread across the canvas that he effortlessly shucked off, which led him to see how the papers he kept in there were virtually untouched, as was his laptop. He felt grateful for his luck.

And to top it off, his phone was in there too, something he completely forgot about. He breathed a sigh of relief that he had a means of relaying that he might be late to the meeting.

The meeting! So much had happened that he barely even registered that he had a presentation to make, only recognizing then and there that he was in the middle of a train station naked as the day he was born with no means of covering himself up. Thinking quickly he flicked through his contacts list as fast as his thumb could manage, the act clumsy as his hands were double the size they used to be. But he found who he was looking for – Legoshi. He needed something to wear, anything. Going into one of his company's buildings as exposed as he was would be the end of his career; even donning something so skintight that it might as well have been painted on would be far more preferable than nothing. He might be the most exceptionally gargantuan businessman in the world, but he was a businessman nonetheless. Being clothed was a must for his meeting.

With that taken care of, he knew another phone call was in order. The gears in his head seized as he struggled to think of what to say to Oguma, knowing neither how to describe the situation or the fact that there seemed to be no way for him to go back to the way he was. He didn't want that, naturally, but nerves still raised his anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, he hit the call button.

***

Oguma had never felt this horrible in his life. Sweat dripped down his face as he gasped for air, the collar of his white dress shirt darkened from an abundance of perspiration. He all but kicked down the door to his study, slamming it shut behind him as his wheezing grew more forceful. Something inside him was happening, and he had no idea what. It scared him.

Even getting across the room was a struggle, stumbling to the carpet a few times before he reached his desk. All he could do when he got there was pull himself upright, but not before a sharp pain raced through his body, setting his nervous system on fire. Without warning, an uncharacteristic roar for a red deer burst forth from his mouth, his body tensing at the same time as he clutched at the varnished wood, pushing stacks of papers to the floor.

The tensing only grew more extreme, his chest never feeling so tight. All he could do was cling to his desk for dear life as he attempted to ride out whatever had come over him.

And then his upper body exploded out of his suit jacket.

His flexing torso had torn the expensive garment to pieces, ribbons of fabric cascading to his feet as he shredded everything except his tie, now hung tight around a neck that could make a bull green with envy. He tugged the thing loose for the sake of breathing, and only then did he really process what just took place.

The suit he'd worn for decades as the head of the Horns Conglomerate now lay strewn about, having been reduced to scraps in a fraction of a second because his body had become far too big for it to handle. This was impossible. Spontaneous growth was just a rumour; it had no basis in reality. And if it did, he'd heard all victims were carnivores. There was no reason for it to happen to him.

So why did it?

He didn't get much time to mull over an answer as his phone rang under a mess of papers. Scrambling through the chaos helped him find it in record time, letting him see that Louis was calling. His stomach turned at the unfortunate timing.

But seeing his son's name caused his lower half to heat up. With no time to strip, he simply had to watch the seams of his tailored pants tear apart as his brown fur poked through, bolstered by burgeoning muscle mass he had no means of halting. Thighs like telephone poles forced his bottoms to join the rest of his clothes leaving nothing but the basket of his pants intact, cradling his genitals.

And then his cock throbbed to life.