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So...why are you having me drink these again?"

Crash glanced at the several bottles of multi-colored drinks in front of him. He sat with his legs crossed, hooves occasionally clacking together from his curiosity. After the last incident with Jake and his protein drink gone awry, the bull-lion was hesitant about trying any new drinks. It'd only been a few weeks ago when Crash tried the drink and suddenly burst out in size in the middle of their shared apartment. His gym clothes were torn and he had to replace the floor tiles since they cracked from the drastic amount of new weight the hybrid sported at the time, not to mention the...mess he'd left as well.

The bull hybrid chuckled nervously at the memory. The polar bear had come back into the apartment and found Crash panting and looking like an absolute hulk. While he was scared, he was also very...turned on? He couldn't find the exact words for it, but his roommate was clearly into the entire appearance. Crash couldn't deny it, he actually loved the feeling. It was why he worked out in the first place. The brown furred bovine scratched his hair, glancing at the bottles.

He'd been invited over by a friend of a friend who talked with Jake about the whole incident. While Crash was vehement on never speaking of it again, there were days he found himself looking back on it and feelings he went through during the few moments he was rightfully huge. He had power, ever nagging arousal, increased ego and elation. He found himself dreaming about it for a while as well. The bovine lifted up an arm, the sleeves of his sweater tensing and tightening from his flexing. If he was bigger, he probably could have ripped the thing completely just from existing.

"Mmmngh." Crash muttered.

He continued flexing in some hope he didn't have to taste anything abnormal. His sweater tensed in several areas like his arms, chest and even started to ride up against his rather prominent belly, the red trail of his hair out into the cold air. He tugged his sweater down once he heard the sounds of someone approaching. He forgot he was still in someone else's apartment. Being so callous and mildly aroused from his narcissism wasn't the best idea. At least he'd find out what these bottles actually did.

"Hey! Sorry I was taking so long, hair like this is a bitch." The other occupant said.

Crash was greeted to the sight of a tall and muscled dragon male. To his credit, he did have hair for days. The eastern dragon was green and black with a few odd differences, like a wooden colored nose and eyebrows along with his antler like horns. He wondered how someone like this knew the shut in that was the polar bear. The guy looked like he lived in the gym! He was incredibly muscled from top to bottom, even the pair of baggy pants he had on couldn't hide his enormous quads and thighs. Upwards, he was wearing a zipped up hoodie that looked like it was going to burst from his sheer size. He could see his biceps threatening to tear a hole through the sleeves along with his chest wanting to make his zipper fly off.

Crash continued staring at the dragon's physique until a pair of green fingers snapped in front of him.

"Huh, what...sorry about that. Couldn't help it." The bull-lion apologized.

The eastern dragon shrugged his shoulders and then scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. "It's fine, I kinda thought this would be inconspicuous..."

Really? He had half a mind to think he was trying to impress him or something. It didn't help things since the dragon towered over him by a few heads. Even while standing, he had at least a good foot on him, maybe even more since staring up while sitting made him look like a giant. Eh, whatever floated his boat.

"Well, Crash, is it? How can I help ya?" Thunder sat down cross-legged, tail thumping against the ground. He stared at the bull-lion for a few moments as he tried to gather himself. The dragon had a guess, but he figured it was better coming out of his mouth than trying to get it out for him.

"Well, I was kinda hoping you'd help me recreate something my roommate did..." Crash said hesitantly, word after word. Thunder raised a wooden brow before nodding.

"Ahh, so that's it. Well, nice to meet someone like minded, that's for sure." The eastern grinned. "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to."

Crash visibly relaxed for a bit, but his glance traveled to the bottles laid out on the apartment floor. Thunder watched him and reached out for one. The bull-lion watched intently, Thunder opening a bottle filled with a navy blue liquid and sloshing the contents around inside. After opening it, he took a quick whiff of the liquid and reeled back a bit.

"Ugh, these never smell good." The green furred dragon grumbled a bit. He stared back toward Crash and closed the bottle. "Well, I guess you're wondering what these are, right?"

Crash nodded in response. Thunder coupled all the bottles together except one to the side.

"Well, I talked to your roomie and I think I got what you drank down pat. Of course, I had to make more to see if I was actually right and didn't make something by accident. We're giving these a try and see which one is it."

The bull-lion stared at Thunder with a confused look on his face. Did he say they were just going to try some random drinks he made from Jake, the king of flukes as well? Crash was close to responding with a firm no, but he stopped himself. What if he got the results he wanted right off the bat? He'd still keep working out regardless, but the idea of making it a bit easier on himself nudged in his mind. The idea of being a large and brutish beast was all too tempting.

"As much as I don't trust Jake, let's give it a shot. You're going to be trying too?" Crash asked. Thunder nodded and threw a drink towards the bull-lion. His hands flailed around as he caught the bottle filled with a thick, red liquid. Thunder kept the blue one in his hands and let the bottles in their hands clank together.

"Down the hatch." They said.

Thunder and Crash opened the bottles and downed the contents simultaneously. Their stomach gurgled slightly as the two continued gulping the drinks down as best they could. Crash took a deep breath, coughing loudly while Thunder pinched his nose. True to the last time, they couldn't stop these things from smelling and tasting horrible. Once the bottles were finally empty, they were let go of, the two taking a few breaths.

"Ugh, why can't Jake try and make these things taste better?" Thunder grunted.

"Maybe it's a scientist thing, make it taste bad or taste like crappy artificial...oofh." Crash fell on his back and gripped his stomach, letting out a groan of pain. Thunder gripped his head in pain, the two of them suffering the effects of the drinks. The bull-lion rolled around along the floor, sweating heavily. He felt something that wanted to burst from his sides. His sweater got tighter and tighter, almost clinging to him. Every bit of clothing he had stretched against his bulky frame, his belly riding up once more along his sweater and showing off his firm gut as he swelled larger. The hybrid bulged and pulsed larger, his pants stressing against his quads and ever increasing waist.

The hybrid groaned again as his sweater started getting tighter, almost fitting like a second skin. With a spasm of his body and a final burst, his sweater was reduced to shreds, revealing the hybrid's changing body. His torso extended, two odd growths coming out from under his arms. They grew and eventually formed into something like arms while his chest began to split right down the middle and gain more mass to accommodate the rest of him. The new set of arms erupted forth from under his original set, the two new arms and pectorals just as muscled. All four arms were incredibly tensed since the hybrid still wasn't done with that drink. Down south, his pants were close to tearing apart along with his sweater. With his increasing size, his legs were way too big for his pants and with that, a prominent bulge was showing right at his crotch. It seemed to split apart down the middle and swell larger, Crash's pants finally defeated and leaving him naked save for his briefs which were still feebly trying to keep him decent.

His horns scraped the ground as he arched his back, the bull-lion grunting and trying to get a handle on himself. Everything about Crash swelled and pulsed larger. He seemed to stop at well over double his height, but that meant he was going to have to get well over a lot of muscle. His body throbbed thicker and wider with muscle. His arms bulged with strength, veins pushing against his taut fur, all four of his pectorals expanding and getting larger along with his belly which surged in size, giving him the look of a titanic power-lifter instead of the chiseled abs of a bodybuilder. Pound after pound of muscle continued packing onto his large frame, Crash thrashing about in place. The familiar feeling of strength returned to him with even more than before.

The spasms finally stopped, leaving the multi-limbed bovine hybrid splayed across the ground. Eyes closed, Crash lifted a mighty arm and started feeling around. He found two thick pectorals, giving them each a squeeze before the same arm found a second pair. He grunted in confusion before lifting himself up slowly. Crash lifted himself up, legs spread and took a look at himself. He tried to stand up, but it seemed that despite the dense amounts of muscle lining his legs didn't allow himself to stand after such a shock to his system. Looking down, he found not two, but four enormous slabs of fuzzy muscle obscuring some of his view along with two new titanic arms. He moved the lower set of his arms around, tensing his chest and then gave his arms a flex. The peaks of his biceps were barely poking over his head, the bull-lion packed from head to toe with absolute muscle. No part of him was left small, as he could figure when he tried to put his legs together. Interrupting his tree trunk thick legs was a package that shamed even most of the furniture in size. Crash could see two thick indents trying to obliterate his poor briefs, making him wriggle a bit out of nervousness. The last time he got so big, he couldn't handle the urge, and here he was with two cocks. He wasn't complaining, though.

His lower set of arms reached down and simply tore his briefs apart, letting the twin members flop to the ground as they pulsed and throbbed with his rapidly beating heart. Underneath were two overly large and sloshing orbs that churned with every throb of those shafts. A quick shift and touch underneath showed that each of them were bigger than his hands, so probably close to reaching the size of beach balls. The multi-armed beast made an effort to make himself comfy and spread his legs, taking a shaft with each hand and starting to pump before a groan cut him off.

Crap, he forgot he wasn't alone. Crash looked in front of him and couldn't help but stare once more. Thunder rose up, revealing that he was just as tall as the hybrid, if not taller considering his horns were close to scraping the ceiling than he was. The eastern dragon was dressed in the tatters that were his hoodie and pants. Hills of green beef adorned his frame, the dragon rumbling a bit and reaching around to give himself a grope. The mountainous whiskered dragon finally came to his senses, glancing back at Crash and grinned.

"Well, I'd call that a success." Thunder purred. "Dunno why I didn't get an extra set..."

Was he jealous? Well, he couldn't blame him. Crash smirked in response, raising up all four of his arms and giving a quadruple bicep flex. He scooted over, the floor groaning a bit against their weight.

"Though I'm surprised this actually-" Crash was cut off for a moment as a quake shook the ground. Thunder blinked and before he knew it, the guy was still growing. His body let out a massive throb that rocked the apartment, every bit of him swelling in size. Thunder followed suit soon afterwards, the two behemoths tearing through the ceiling of the apartment. The walls crumbled against Crash's monstrous arms and Thunder's tail as their limbs flailed about to try and gain some ground the larger they got. The small building complex was close to no match for their gains and started to crumble around their bodies like cards. Anyone around in the streets of the cold winter evening would see the green dragon and bull-lion tearing through the building and soon bumping against the other complexes that were across the entire block. Crash was the first to stand to his full height, towering over most of the buildings and still going strong. Thunder emerged afterwards with a grunt, muscles covered with debris and powdered concrete.

"Looks like I was wrong." Crash grumbled, crossing all of his arms around his chest, and then crossing his legs. The cold air nipped at his incredibly large, but naked body.

Thunder glanced at him, the eastern dragon simply stretching his limbs and taking any of the material from the building out of his hair. The two showed no signs of stopping as Crash's body flexed and surged larger and became bulkier while Thunder's legs tightened and became larger to the point he had to spread his legs just to give that large black member some space as well. It seemed to be a slow process and a quiet night, but the hybrid still looked around nervously.

"What are you so tense about? You got what you wanted, didn't you? And in spades!" Thunder reeled Crash in with a bulging arm, his bicep flexing against the back of his head. The two titans stood side to side, fighting for space merely by being. The expanse of the city greeted the two as their bodies creaked and continued expanding. Despite the barrenness of the night, Crash's eyes darted around the slowly shrinking block, his constant pulsing and swelling putting him on edge. What if someone saw him? Hell, what if they yelled and called the cops? Could they even do anything? Questions ran through the macro multi-limbed hybrid's head before he was sucked back into reality by two hands honking and squeezing his pecs.

"H-hey!" Crash yelped.

The cold fingers were suddenly warm once they got a hold of him. Thunder massaged and greedily grabbed at the hybrid's long and thick torso, hands roaming along the various bumps and grooves. He eventually settled along Crash's enormous, rotund belly. It seemed malleable, but was incredibly firm and thick to the touch as well as hairy. The trail of red hair that led down to his crotch was rather thick and toasty enough to keep an arm right there while he continued his avid squeezing. The eastern dragon huddled close, shifting behind the bovine and grinding against him a bit.

"Sorry, it's cold. All this size can't help the fact plants suck at handling the cold." Thunder grumbled.

He didn't know what to make of the plant comment, but what he did know was that the dragon was getting a bit too comfy. He felt that mass of draconian meat throb against his back and it made him all the more nervous. Why was he so nonchalant about this? Crash wriggled in the dragon's grip before finally escaping his clutches with a huff.

"How the heck are you so calm about...this?" Crash raised a brow, motioning around toward the dark expanse of the city around them. They'd grown past the city block during their little squabble, their feet along able to cover half a block in size, leaving craters on the concrete while they moved around.

Thunder shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I'm just used to it? Plus the fact that it's night time doesn't help anything, I'm more of a sun guy." he grumbled and crossed his arms over his enormous chest. He moved over towards Crash once more. The bull-lion inched back, prompting a frown from the eastern. "Come on, I'm cold, and you're warm blooded!"

Crash conceded. "Fine, but you're not going behind me, don't trust you all that much." Thunder gave an overdramatic pout, but complied. The two switched places which proved to be more of a trial than it needed to be. Their immense width and size made it difficult to move around, but the two made it work. Thunder leaned back against Crash's long frame, his chest puffed and belly providing support to try and keep the eastern aloft. His legs were put at an angle while the bull-lion took to getting his own fair share of squeezing. All four of his beefy arms roamed around the eastern's bulging physique. Two hands found themselves groping the slabs of green muscle that adorned his chest while the others wrapped around the dragon's waist. In such a close proximity, the two beasts could feel each other throbbing and growing as the seconds passed. The two could be seen from the city's horizon, looming over the tallest buildings. Thunder shifted about to try and make himself comfy, prompting Crash to get a tighter grip on him. He let out a deep snort against the dragon's neck, making him purr in response and arch his back against the bull-lion's enormous and bulky frame.

"Ahh, that's the spot. So warm~" Thunder purred. Crash continued warming up the eastern dragon, grinding against his back a bit. He couldn't help the set of shafts bumping against the dragon's own since he spread his legs apart slightly to make some space. The cold wind brushed across their bodies, making the eastern curl a bit more into the hybrid's frame, Crash rumbling a bit in content. Despite his complains about not being able to deal with the heat, Thunder let out a surprising amount of body heat. Whether it was the tons of muscle he was sporting or the two humongous green orbs dangling underneath that sizable member, he didn't know.

"Uh...question. How long does this stuff last?" Crash piped up.

Thunder hummed, eyes closed. He couldn't recall how long Jake said the first one lasted and considering they had a full bottle's worth, it was up in the air.

"I think I made an antidote, but I didn't think we'd get this big, hah. It's probably underfoot..." Thunder chuckled nervously.