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Our story begins with one man whose name is Jackson. Jackson was a rabbit man in his 30s, white as snow, short, and lanky. Not only was that normal for rabbits, but he had a condition that made it very hard for him to bulk up in any way. This wouldn't be such an issue if he also wasn't bullied by a wolf at his job for it. Name-calling, "accidentally" tripping or bumping into him, as well as spilling things on him. Jackson tried to get help with his problem, but since the wolf is the son of the boss, and he needed this job, nothing really changed. He just got used to his situation, quietly hoping that there would be some way to get him off his back or get even with his tormentor.

Jackson slowly drags his feet home as he takes his suit off and slumps onto his couch. The events of the day flashed in his mind. Half of the time, he wouldn't even see him coming. Just a flash of pearly white teeth or gray fur before it was too late. He turns on the TV while he sulks. Not really paying attention to it, but just wanting the white noise to drown out his thoughts.

He gets up and starts to make dinner. Getting his stepping stool ready to go. He never really hated how small he was until he started his job. Then he started feeling that everything was just simply too big for him. Even in his own house, everything was at the very least slightly too tall. He wished he could become bigger, but knew he didn't really have a path to that.

As he slowly worked on his meal, he entertained some comforting thoughts. If he was big, he would teach that bully a lesson, or if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't last even a minute having to deal with all this. It doesn't take much longer until his food is done, and he snaps back to reality. He makes his way over back to his couch and sits down, flipping channels as he finds the one his show is going to be on.

A little early, and he watches what seems to be some kind of infomercial. It's a green dragon man standing tall in a tacky-looking suit that resembles gold scales.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he starts. "I'm here today to tell you all about a wondrous new product that will change your lives forever: Dr. Kobek's Miracle Pills! Now, I know what you must be thinking: How can one simple pill cure what ales me? I know it must be hard to swallow, but Dr. Kobek found a way to put a dream in a capsule, a wish in a pill! But don't take my word for it; check out all these satisfied customers!"

What follows feels very cliche. A few people are talking about how their lives got better after taking the pill, but not really going into much detail about how or why it worked out for them. Jackson wasn't buying it yet. At the back of his mind, however, it whispered to him to hear him out in the tiny chance it could change his life. After the testimonials, the dragon comes back on.

"Now that you heard from so many of our happy customers, You must be asking what the price of such a wonder could be. How could you put a price on happiness? Lucky for you, if you call in the next 30 minutes, You will get your first bottle free. No fuss, no complications. As someone who uses it myself, I can guarantee your satisfaction so much, that I'm willing to give you one whole bottle for free! But you have to call now; stocks are limited just like this offer; the number is-"

Jackson felt like he heard enough. He waited for his show to come on and watched it, trying to get the strange infomercial out of his mind. He just couldn't seem to focus as the seconds passed. He kept going back to the dragon's words. Could there really be more to what he was saying than just some scam? If he could get it for free, shouldn't he at least try? Even if it turns out to be nothing, he can just laugh it off later.

He grabs his phone and starts to call. He still felt silly, but for some reason he felt like he had to do this. The dragon himself wasn't anything special, nor were his words, yet he felt like he was under his spell all the same. Maybe he was just desperate to try anything.

***

A few days later, it finally got here. Jackson felt strangely excited as he opened the box. He read the instructions that simply said to take one a day. He felt nervous as he tried to read what was in it but found the ingredient names to be very long and not familiar. "I came this far," he thought. As he threw caution to the wind once more and took a pill.

Jackson felt nervous as he waited. Soon, a tingling started to work its way through his body. His body started to get longer and fill out. Stronger, fatter, bigger. He was becoming built like a powerlifter. Jackson was grinning and letting out a laugh as he watched his change. Still in disbelief of what he was seeing. His clothes ripped and tore off his body.

As he was expanding, it felt like he was getting the first taste of something denied his whole life. And he wanted to drink it all in as greedily as he could. "Bigger, stronger, more!" Is all he could think about. His growth seemed to increase as he embraced these feelings. As his head bumped the roof, he started to have a slight regret about not thinking this part through. It isn't much longer until he tears right through it.

He takes a look around at his new vantage point with the biggest smile on his face. He felt powerful, godly even. And something about that fueled his growth as he took his first massive step out of the rumble of his own home. "Well, it wasn't home anymore," he chuckled as his step crushed his own front yard.

He could see people coming outside and either going back into hiding or trying to get to their cars to run away. Thankfully for them, Jackson had another goal in mind. He still didn't care much about how much property he stomped on the way to his target.

Meanwhile, that is happening. Let us set a new scene. A gray wolf sitting at home with a bowl of ice cream watching soap operas. Today was his cheat day, and he was feeling good after putting that pipsqueak of a rabbit in his place. He thought about what kind of tricks he would pull tomorrow on him as well. Laughing to himself as he watched his show and took another bite of ice cream.

Suddenly everything seemed to jump as a loud sound thumped. The wolf perked up from his lazy posture, not sure what it was. Another thump, with the feeling like everything jumped again. Was it an earthquake? Wouldn't that be more constant? *Thump.* Whatever it was, it was getting closer and louder. The thumping picked up one after the other now. Things on shelves were flying off. He started bouncing himself before it all stopped for just a moment. Then a loud crushing and crunching happened as he panicked and ducked for cover. He looked up when it stopped and found his roof ripped off by two fingers. Two... giant... white... fingers...

The wolf turned pale as he looked up more. He didn't need to see his face to know who the white rabbit was. His titanic form cast a shadow over his whole house. Everything told him to run for his life, but he was too stunned to do so. Besides, how could he even hope to outrun something like this? He said there, feeling small and powerless as everything drooped.

Jackson was sitting there, taking it all in. He felt like he could keep this up forever, just soaking in the sight of his man, who just today was making fun of his height, getting the fear of God put back into him. And today, that god's name was Jackson. He had some ideas of what to do now, and he slowly weighed each one as he waited. Seeing if the wolf would even try something, not that he would allow him to leave either way.

"Well, aren't you a good pup?" Jackson finally says. "Now, what to do with you?" He muses, letting out a cruel laugh. He lifts his foot, showing off how easy it would be to crush the wolf. "Looks like one toe is all it would take to-" He moves his foot down faster, and the wolf starts to scream and shake. *Thoom!* He stepped down next to the house, knocking the wolf over. "That would be too easy. I want something a little more special." The wolf could only watch in horror as Jackson decided on what to do.

He started to stroke himself slowly and idly at first. "So runt, feel like comparing sizes now? I have a feeling that we both know who would win. My cock is bigger than your house, after all," Jackson taunted.

The wolf never felt so humiliated in his life. All he could do was look down and blush, hoping it would all be over soon. He could hear the grunts and moans of the giant rabbit, yet he dare not look up.

"What is the matter, shrimp? Stunned by a real cock? Don't worry, you will soon get to taste it's power." Jackson pumped harder, getting closer and closer to his climax.

The wolf finally tries to escape his house, only to be blocked in by Jackson standing over it.

"Finally woke up, huh? Too little, too late. Or in your case, just too little; you weren't ever going to escape me, and speaking of, here it comes!" Jackson unleashes a heavy load onto the wolf, flooding the whole house. Jackson laughs as he milks every last drop from his dick.

Jackson walks away happy, seeing the wolf struggle to get anywhere in the white mess. He knew he won and will never need to worry about that wolf ever again. As he let out another hearty laugh. He didn't seem to notice the world starting to fade. Things were not all they seemed, and Jackson awoke from his dream.

Jackson was confused. Did he just have the most vivid dream of his life? It all felt so real; sure, it had to have happened. He looks around his house and clearly sees it isn't damaged. He finally got payback on that wolf, right? Jackson thought he would feel awful to learn it was all a dream, but strangely, he felt great even with that fact.

He went into work, not even thinking about his bully. When he did finally run into him, the wolf was skittish and ran away the moment he noticed him.

The rest of the workday went by fast, as Jackson was still feeling great. When he got home, he kept going to do his normal routine before he was stopped by something on his table, a bottle. "Dr. Kobek's Miracle Pills." Is what he saw on the label.

Jackson didn't know what to make of this or what really happened. But looking at the bottle, all he could do was smile.