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Thunder the Champion

By manonthemoon

Commission for IceWolf91 (FurAffinity)

CONTAINS: muscle growth, macro, hyper growth, and masturbation.

Thunder is copyrighted to IceWolf91

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The football stadium was so overflowing with spectators that they scrambled elbow-to-elbow searching for empty seats and had to shout over the thousands of simultaneous conversations to speak with their nearby friends. Many brought caps and sunscreen, and a staggering amount camped outside of the entrance for at least two days before the event and formed a line of tents that stretched halfway around the stadium. As they rushed to their seats, the audience riffled through their programs, searching for the name of the mysterious, overconfident challenger who could supposedly outgrow the Great Gazelle. When they begrudgingly found their efforts were in vain, they fiddled with the interactive monitors in front of them, scrolling through the payment options, entering their debit information. The spectators had saved for months for this event and were more than willing to donate money to watch everybody's favorite superhero beefcake grow before their very eyes, a feat which only unlucky evil-doers and a few fortunate pedestrians got to see. It was a perfect opportunity: two opponents growing into massive walls of muscle, and the proceeds go to charity.

After an hour or so, the audience settled into their seats, buzzing with a surplus of energy. After 15 minutes under the scotching sun, however, feet began to tap, and antsy men glanced at their watches every other minute. The event was scheduled to begin at 2:00, and it was already 2:23.

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Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows and away from the unrelenting afternoon sun, a tall wolf in a blue uniform and black cap leaned on the archway leading to the stadium grounds. His arms, dense with a few months-worth of muscle, were crossed and covering his solid chest. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow and showed his thick grey fur for all to see. His ears pointed downwards, ignoring the hustle and noise above him, catching only the jingle of his key ring and the clank of his flashlight as he adjusted his back against the pillar.

The wolf's eyesight became hazy, and the darkness of the tunnel wisped away, transforming into a lush, green meadow atop a hill, shining like an emerald in the sunlight. Instead of concrete, he could feel the individual blades of grass as it dug into his fur, and he scanned the overgrown forest surrounding the hill and the crystal lake glistening at the bottom. His eyes glazed over as his eyelids loomed closer together.

"Dozing off again, Thunder?"

The wolf jerked his head up, clonking it against the pillar. He rubbed the back of his throbbing head and winced. The ferret in matching uniform snickered at his misfortune.

"Maybe a little," answered Thunder. "Can you blame me after working that night shift, though?"

"I guess not. Just trying to look out for you, man. Wouldn't want people to think you're lazy." The ferret, who was a head shorter than the wolf, gently punched his arm.

"Got it. Thanks for looking out for me." Thunder assumed his usual snoozing position of crossed arms and sagging head as his fellow officer stared at the wall of light from the stadium entrance.

"Can you believe the Great Gazelle is going to be here? In this stadium? And we get to watch him do his thing?"

"Yeah, it's quite the event."

"I heard he can grow as big as a skyscraper. And more! Can you imagine being that huge?"

"Yeah, that's pretty cool," Thunder mumbled, his eyelids drooping. The ferret turned to the resting guard and smacked his shoulder, jolting the wolf awake again with a snort.

"Seriously, we should be alert and at the ready," he said with evident concern in his voice.

"Easy there, tiger. We're here out of obligation, not because these people are in any danger or anything. So relax."

"But what if someone tries to crash the event?"

"Who would crash a charity event?" Thunder rose from his pillar.

"I dunno. A supervillain? Or something."

"What villain would be dumb enough to crash an event with the Great Gazelle here?" he asked uproariously, pacing across the concrete space, now facing the entrance. "If anything happens, Gazelle would do our work for us. All we gotta do is sit back, chill, and make sure no one does anything--"

Thunder then felt a sudden force slam his back, causing him to grunt and nearly topple to the floor. The wolf turned around and scowled at the man who treated him like a bumper car, a scrawny brown horse with unkempt black hair that stretched past his shoulders and had strands of beaded braids. He was clad in a dusty black V-neck and torn jeans that looked like they had not been washed in weeks. The wolf stood to his feet, looking down at the irritated equine.

"Are you supposed to be back here?" Thunder queried, crossing his arms.

"Uh, yeah? I'm the challenger," the horse replied with a teenage attitude.

"You're the challenger?" Thunder raised a brow, gritting his teeth behind his lips.

"Uh, yeah. So can you move aside?" The horse motioned with his hand as if trying to push the wolf away.

Thunder tightened his grip around his arm. "You know, we've been waiting for you for about half an hour."

The horse scoffed. "It'll be worth it. Trust me." He sidled by Thunder and gunned towards the stadium entrance.

Standing in place, the grey wolf pulled his walkie-talkie to his mouth and said, "The challenger has arrived and is in place."

A few seconds later, a voice responded. "Good. Let's get this started."

"Jeez, what a jerkwad," the ferret said.

"You're telling me." Thunder brushed off the grit from his hands onto his pant legs. "Did he get any dirt on my back?"

The officer gave a cursory glance. "Not really, no."

"That's a relief." As he bent down to wipe his hands again, he noticed a silvery glimmering coin facing heads up. "Look at that. A silver dollar. What are the chances?" Thunder daintily picked up the coin and slipped it in his pocket. "You wanna call to start this thing, Spencer," he asked, patting his pants.

"Sure thing," the ferret chirped. He lifted the walkie-talkie to his mouth and decisively stated, "Ready to begin."

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"Laaaaaaaadies and geeeeeentlemeeeeeeen," the announcer proclaimed over the PA system. "Are you ready for the biggest event of the year?" The stadium roared with wild cheering and applause. "I can't hear you," the announcer goaded playfully. "I said are you ready for the biggest event of the year?" The stadium replied with a deafening symphony of screaming and whooping and hollering. "That's what I like to hear. Before we start, we'd like to take a moment to thank you all for coming here today and to be willing to donate. The proceeds of this event will be used to fund research in muscular dystrophy and other crippling diseases." Thousands of spectators broke out in joyous celebration. "Any amount helps, big or small. And now, let's introduce our competitors!" The earthshattering strum of a bass guitar blared over the speakers, and the sea of fans cheered. "Hailing all the way from Phoenix, Arizona, this mystery challenger came all the way to the big city claiming he can outgrow our local hero. Standing at 5'8" and weighing a whopping 128 pounds, ladies and gentleman, the mysterious challenger, Tobias Haywood!"

The horse emerged from the stadium entrance in a brisk jog, digging his hooves into the crisp, green grass and raising his arms high in premature triumph. The applause was a dull roar, polite but unenthused. Thunder and Spencer glared at him through the tunnel with crossed arms.

"Tobias Haywood, everybody. And now... the man you all came here to see." A few hundred patrons hollered with explosive delight. "He leaps from rooftop to rooftop and wrestles criminals in his spare time. He can outweigh any body builder and building alike with the snap of his fingers. He's the only man to be featured on the cover of TIME magazine, Sports Illustrated, and Playgirl all in the same month..." A few enthusiastic men and women have a rowdy shout. "Please put your hands together for the hero who looks incredible in spandex... the man, the myth, the legend... the one, the only... The Great Gazelle!!"

A blur of white shot out of the entrance like a bullet from a gun and skyrocketed into the air. The wolf and the weasel blinked and missed it. They tried peeking from outside the opposite entrance to see the spectacle. Not even the thousands of patrons could tilt their head upwards in time. Before long, the blur plummeted to the ground like a meteor, impacting the center of the football field and causing Thunder and Spencer to topple over. As the dust cleared, everyone leaned forward and squinted. Crouched in a deep crater was a 9-foot gazelle with stubby horns clad in form-hugging white spandex and black gloves and boots. He rose and outstretched his overinflated, tree-limb arms and presented his pectorals so thick they could halt bullet fire. Not a single person was seated as the entire stadium burst in deafening fanatical applause. The hero flexed his beefy arms and showed his rippled backside to all corners of the audience, and their ardor only grew louder. Even Thunder and Spencer in the tunnels praised him, clapping until their palms were sore. Nearly a minute and a half of cheering passed until the audience was tuckered out, all the while Gazelle relished their adoration like sunlight on his brown fur. Meanwhile, Tobias stood tapping his foot, hands in his pockets and scowling.

"Alright, let's have a nice, clean growth contest, fellas," the announcer blared over the PA. "Patrons, ready your wallets. And... grow!"

"I'll give you a head start, citizen," the Great Gazelle chuckled in a typical hero baritone. "I think you'll need it."

"Yuck it up all you want, man," the horse snarled. He turned and faced the vast wall of spectators behind him, pacing. "All of these people are gonna be rooting for me when I cream the Great Gazelle at his own game."

A chorus of boos assaulted Tobias. "He was better off keeping his mouth shut," Thunder mumbled.

"Big words," Gazelle replied, raising a brow. "How do you plan on doing that?"

"Easy." The short horse smirked. "I'll win because of my natural connection with the mystic." His finger twiddling and broad arm swings were fanciful to the point of ridiculousness. "By calling upon the powers from the great beyond, I am able to channel an enormous amount of energy into an everyday item. A rock, a shoe. In this case, a silver dollar here in my pocket," the horse proudly stated patting his pant leg.

Thunder froze, the warmth draining from his body. "Uh-oh."

"As soon as I say the right magic word," Tobias proclaimed, arms wide, "magical energy will surge through my body, making me grow bigger and bigger until you're nothing but a pebble at my hoof."

"Crap, crap, crap!" The wolf flittered, his mind blanking on where he put the coin.

"Thunder, what's up?" Spencer asked.

Tobias' smile stretched. "And that word is..." The wolf darted his hand into his back pocket and struggled to reach the front one. "...Zamora."

Thunder buckled forward, shivering from the tremor in his chest. His groin immediately stiffened, and his full 10 inches pressed against his thigh. He panted as he suddenly felt he was in a sauna.

"Hey, man, are you okay?" Spencer asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." the wolf grunted. His muscles seized, hard as stone.

"You sure? You don't look too good."

Thunder rumbled like a volcano about to erupt. "Yeah, yeah. I just feel a little... Nnnaaagh!" The wolf gushed with size, shooting up half a foot instantaneously and gaining a good month's worth of muscle, which stretched his sleeves and pant legs. His ankles jutted out of his hard-bottom shoes, and his buttons strained against his augmented chest.

"T-Thunder," the weasel stammered, "y-y-you just grew!"

"What? I... Nnnnnnggg!" Another spout of growth, this time a full foot. Two buttons rocketed off of his uniform and exposed the white fur of his newly defined pectorals. His sleeves ripped, now barely reaching his elbows, and the seam of his pants torn down the length of his leg. The sole of his shoes were violently shredded by his size-24 paws.

"What... what's going on?!" The weasel stood frozen, steadily craning his neck as Thunder inched upward, 8 feet, then 9.

Meanwhile, the stadium audience sat in spiteful silence, unimpressed. The Great Gazelle's eyes darted around the field in confusion, waiting for Tobias' promised spectacle. "I said..." the horse growled. "Zamora!"

Thunder grunted and lurched up, pulled by his exploding pecs, and in his sudden surplus of size, the remaining buttons flew off, exposing his bare, chiseled chest and unmistakable six-pack that poked through his dense fur. His sleeves tore across his burgeoning arms like tissue paper, and his pants legs were in taters from his pulsing calves and his swelling quads. His twitching tip peeked out from what remained, hovering over Spencer's head.

"I-i-it's the coin... i-in my p-pocket..." the beastly beefy wolf muttered. He fumbled his finger on the edge of his pocket, but his new shorts clung to his thigh like saran wrap.

The audience booed Tobias, whose teeth were bared in primal rage. "Zamora! Zamora! Zamora!" he shouted, stomping his hoof.

Thunder collapsed onto his hands and knees. His member inflated and stretched down the length of his leg, dragging across the floor, his testicles like beach balls. Still, his shorts would not give. Dozens upon dozens of pounds were added to his shoulders and arms, each pulse packing his limbs with unwieldy mass. His chest pushed forward inch by inch. No matter how desperately he panted, the gargantuan grey wolf could not take in enough air.

Spencer stumbled back, his back pressed against the wall. He helplessly watched his friend ascend. Fifteen feet, 22 feet, 29 feet. "W-we gotta get you out of here! You're gonna get stuck!"

"C-c-can't m-move... Tooooo goooood..." the growing wolf moaned. His thigh dragged across the concrete and threatened to pin Spencer. He wheezed happily, his tongue dangling from his drooling mouth, as he swelled past 40 feet.

"Aw, jeez. D-don't worry, buddy. I gotcha." The weasel sidled across the wall towards the wolf's backside, avoiding Thunder's ever-growing frame. Thunder's wagging tail flung to either side and smacked both walls. Spencer saw it sweep towards him. He ducked, and it knocked the cap off of his head. In the few seconds he took his eyes off of Thunder, he was already 60 feet tall. With all of his gusto, the tiny guard pushed against the bridge of Thunder's foot, but it was as effective as moving a brick wall. "You're... you're gonna have to help, bud."

"O-okay..." Thunder replied, his voice significantly deeper than usual. He cautiously emerged his hands from the tunnel exit and grasped onto both sides. As he pulled himself forward, he stiffened, tingling with power, overwhelmed. Even the slightest movement threw his nervous system into overdrive with every tightly packed muscle fiber contracting and palpitating. But Thunder persisted. He heaved forward, clenching his jaw and tensing his thighs as his swollen meat rubbed against his leg. His broad shoulders, however, grinded against the walls, pinching him second by second until his massiveness could no longer be squeezed through. "Uh-oh..."

"Uh-oh what? You're stuck?!"

"Yeah..."

"You gotta stop growing!! Hold it in! O-or something!"

"I'm... trying..." The wolf shut his eyes and grated his teeth. He tried to empty his mind instead of thinking about the full-body twitching or the endless well of strength inside him or how his red-hot swollen shaft begged for release. The walls continued to resist him, but he could feel the bricks start to give to his expanding, muscle-bound form.

Inside the stadium, the cameras turned away from the two competitors and filmed the two enormous paws poking from one of the entrances. Nearly every spectator could feel a faint rumbling beneath their seat. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer chimed, "there seems to be... a third challenger, perhaps? Seems he's too big to get through the door. Let's cheer him on, folks! Go! Go! Go!" The thousands of spectators joined in the chant, sitting on the edge of their seats, ready for the mysterious giant to reveal himself.

A brick fell onto Thunder's back and bounced off of his bulging shoulder blade. Another two followed. He tried to block out the ominous clatter of the weakening stone walls and the rousing cheers from the audience outside. He could not even hear the panicked Spencer shouting his name. Hold it back... he repeated in his mind. Hold it back... With every sharp gasp, his cock ballooned longer and fatter, stretching past his abs and towards his chest inch by inch until it was the only thing he could think about. "I... I... I C-CAN'T!!" he bellowed, exploding with pent-up girth and mass, plowing through the entrance as if it were gingerbread. He stumbled forward and dug his claws into the lush field as braced the throbs of pleasure and size: 120 feet, 145, 170. The crowd cheered wildly as the burly wolf continued to inflate. Two hundred and fifty became 290 and 340 after that. The crowd was on its feet. They craved more. Great Gazelle watched in pleasant surprise while Tobias was stuck fumbling over his words in humiliated rage.

Thunder, completely winded, stayed on his hands and knees. Looking around, his heart dropped to his stomach, realizing his immensity took up most of the playing field and the fact that he was completely nude for thousands to see. He closed his thighs and covered his nether region, though his shaft demanded to be seen.

"And who might you be, stranger?" the announcer asked.

Thunder blinked. "W-what?"

"What's your name? What do we call you?"

Thunder's head was blank for a moment. "Thunder," the wolf replied.

"Well then. Looks like Thunder is in the lead. Let's hear it for Thunder, ladies and gentlemen!" The entire stadium chanted his name as one would when praising a hero. The gigantic wolf scanned the stands. His chest pounded with newfound vitality. A smile slowly crept up his cheeks at the sight of his arduous fans. No longer the security guard from a few moments ago, Thunder pushed himself off of the grass and stood at his towering new height of 420 feet, the highest point of the stadium only reaching his chest. The spectators went ballistic, hooting and whistling now that his 80-foot junk was in full view. Meanwhile, Thunder was preoccupied taking in his new form, his pectorals that jutted out like a shelf, his bulging arms jam-packed with earth-shattering power, his thighs that would put tree trunks to shame. He had no neck to speak of, and his member stood proud for all to see. His tail swished across each side of the stadium, whooshing over everyone's heads. Thunder raised his meaty chest in the air and pressed his fists against his hips. Soaking in their unrelenting praises, he closed his eyes and basked in the glory.

"Nice job, rookie," a voice peeped from below him. Thunder had to lean forward to see the Great Gazelle at his feet past his overblown chest.

The wolf's cheeks started to warm from the hero's compliment. "Thanks. I'm sorta new to this."

"I guessed," Gazelle chuckled. "Of course, you should know that when you're up against the master of growing..." Gazelle trembled intensely. He suddenly surged with size, quadrupling instantaneously, his white spandex stretched across his pecs and mammoth arms. "...y-you're g-gonna..." Another spurt and another 120 feet. "...end up...." The hero engorged another 600 or so feet, his musculature bloating to cartoonishly hefty proportions. "...playing.... s-s-second... fiddle!" With one more titanic burst, the Great Gazelle became a monument of divine strength, of beefy perfection over 1,200 feet tall. Thunder barely came up to Gazelle's crotch and had now had to bend his neck skywards to look him in the face. The humungous hero stuck a triumphant pose with his flexing arms distending and his chest inflated, and the patrons lost their minds, unleashing a passionate roar. Thunder could only witness in silent awe as Gazelle's biceps and abs stretched and strained the white miraculous spandex as the giant switched from pose to pose. After performing for his fans, Gazelle leaned forward, casting a shadow over Thunder. The wolf stumbled back, his footstep making the earth below tremble. With a suave smirk, the hero proposed, "How about we move this somewhere else? We're getting tight on space."

Before Thunder could even smile back, he was accosted by a familiar irate shriek from below. "You stupid, over-bloated lug!" Thunder donned his scowl once more and peered past his shoulder, smothering Tobias with his agitated gaze. "You stepped on my coin!" the horse fumed. "Give it back, you thief!"

"You know," Thunder began, squatting down and resting his hands on his knees, "you should ask more nicely."

"Don't patronize me! For God's sake! I hate it when people patronize me! Just give my coin!"

Thunder's face grew even colder, his pupils aimed with a marksman's deadly resolve at the tiny man. His nostrils flared and released steam. He took in a chest-full of air and flared his vast pectorals before uttering the word, "No."

"W-what?!" the horse exclaimed, simmering. "What do you mean, 'no?!'"

"You have a terrible attitude. You don't deserve your coin back."

"Give it back right now, or I swear--!"

"You'll do what? You'll yell and stomp your feet and have another tantrum?"

"W-w-watch it!" The crowd was silent, and the massive flatscreen broadcasted every second of the argument between the enormous grey wolf and the ant-ish horse, focused and unchanging.

"What was that magic word you said again?" Thunder asked coyly.

"Don't you dare," Tobias growled.

"Something with a Z. Zaneera? Zamooka? Zathoro?"

"S-stop it. Stop it now!"

"Oh, yeah! I remember now. Zamora."

Thunder moaned, and his cock sprouted past his chest, the tip close enough to tap his chin. He fell on his ass and broke the earth on which he landed. He continued to grow more and more massive, gliding his fingers over his swelling pecs and titanic thighs as he did so. He bent his knees to avoid demolishing the stands, but room was quickly becoming scarce in the stadium.

"Stop this," Tobias whimpered. "This isn't right. Stop!"

Thunder, however, was too busy bathing in a pool of his own endorphins to care. He could feel every muscle, every cell of his body vibrate and throb with indescribable warmth, and when they asked for more, he could do nothing but succumb. "Oooh, yeah... Bigger... Zamora. Uuuugggh..." Once he uttered the magic word, he escalated another 200 feet in a second, and the stadium could not control its adoration. Even sitting down, Thunder was nearly as tall as the mighty Great Gazelle, his head rubbing against the hero's chest.

"No! Stop!" Tobias cried, his back against the wall. Thunder's looming foot eclipsed his entire field of vision.

"Not here, Thunder!" pleaded the Great Gazelle as he slipped his arms underneath Thunder's, shivering as he swelled in size as well. "Too many people here." All Gazelle could do was drag the ever-growing wolf and try to keep up with him in immensity, but the weight was like hauling a sandbag that could never be filled, and soon all Gazelle could see was the grey fur of Thunder's backside. "Mind giving me a hand here, rookie?" Thunder's response was comprised of giddy, deep-throated chuckles and pleasurable sighs. "Right. That would be too easy." Gazelle dug his massive boots into the earth and gritted his teeth as he attempted to hoist the deadweight in his arms. Even the spectators could hear Gazelle's frame quake as he exploded in height, groaning as he pushed beyond 1,600 feet then 2,000 then half a mile. From the ground, all the lucky patrons could see was a silhouette of Gazelle's sculpted ass. Once the hero lorded over the wolf, Gazelle stepped over the walls of the stadium, his foot imprinting on a nearby city block, and with all the strength buried deep in his being, he spun around like a frantic discus thrower and launched Thunder through the air.

The wolf, despite his unbelievable size, was flung across the city and crash-landed on the outskirts. The dust cloud from the impact enveloped several dozen blocks. Hunching forward, the hero huffed, his lungs empty and his arms shaking. But his moment of respite was cut short by the sound of distant rumbling and a growing grey shape. "Come on," Gazelle sighed.

The half-mile-tall superhero stomped through the streets, his vast stride spanning buildings at a time. Regardless of how daintily he stepped, his black boots pressed block-wide craters in the streets. He tiptoed around pedestrians and taxis and buses but caused mass panic and traffic nevertheless. "S-sorry, citizens!"

The closer he got to the wolf, the more he realized how truly tremendous Thunder was becoming. The wolf laid on his back panting and mumbling the magic word over and over with a grin, expanding his hyper-inflated body and obscuring more land with every second. His head was comically petite compared to his pecs that stuck hundreds of feet in front of him and his biceps that could crush half of the city. His shaft rivaled the city's most enormous skyscraper, over 800 feet of pulsing red flesh ready to burst. "Mmmmmmoooooorrrrree... Soooooo... biiiiiiigggg..." Three thousand feet, 3,600, 4,300... The back of Thunder's neck grazed against the outmost buildings of the city, bending them against his increasing mass. "Moooooore... M-moooorre... I g-gotta have mmmoooooore..."

Suddenly, Thunder felt his neck scooped up off the ground. He peered upwards and witnessed the Great Gazelle, now his size, heaving his colossal body upright. "Can't have you keep growing like that. Not this close to the city." Before the wolf could utter another word, he found Gazelle's glove cupped around his mouth. Tried as he could, there was no way to struggle out of the hero's grasp. Gazelle gave a heavy sigh.

"Aaaaand it looks like the competitors are neck-and-neck at over 5,000 feet tall with the Great Gazelle covering Thunder's mouth." Gazelle perked his ears and searched the skies for the announcer's voice, locking his eyes on a blimp scouting the landscape. "I've never seen a crowd this crazy before. Just listen to them." The audio buzzed for a millisecond as it switched channels. The passionate cries and applause of the spectators echoed over the blimp's speakers, including at least a hundred people chanting "Zamora, Zamora..."

Gazelle was frozen, and Thunder shuddered to the brink of exploding. "Uh-oh..."

He blinked, and Gazelle's grip burst apart with Thunder now a wall of impenetrable muscle that eclipsed Gazelle by at least a thousand feet. Thunder's grey backside was all the hero could see as it pressed against his face and threatened to crush him against the city below. But Gazelle resisted.

"God, yeeeeeesssss... Sooo goooood... Soooo biiiiiigggg..." Thunder's sighs echoed to the surrounding cities miles away. Gazelle, now a child compared to the wolf, bared his teeth as he swelled, trying not to be swallowed by Thunder's fur. Thunder's arms ballooned to the point of immobility, and he could not see past his own mountainous pecs, but he cared little about that. The muscles that engulfed his body were factories of pleasure, pumping nonstop, fueling his lust. The tip of his member stretched past his head, over 5,000 feet of sensitive, raw nerves. Thunder was in heaven, quivering and immovable.

"Not good," Gazelle groaned, straining against the bloated monolith of muscle. "Gotta stop him." He shut his eyes and scanned his memory, but he had difficulty trying not to think about the tremendous force pressing against his neck and blocking out Thunder's roars of ecstasy. The thought, The coin, the coin. Where's the coin?_echoed in his mind. In the blackness of his thoughts was Tobias howling at Thunder. He had stepped on the coin. The coin... _The coin! "It's under his foot! Great. I couldn't be further away. Come on, something else!" With every second that passed, the city grew smaller and smaller, a fragile play set with two giants casting their shadows over it. The hero dug his feet into the earth, the city between his legs. With every 100 feet Gazelle gained, Thunder doubled it, then quadrupled it until the mighty Great Gazelle was doll-sized next to his enormity. "I need something," he grunted. "An adrenaline boost, a miracle, anything!!"

Though he did not want to admit it, the only thing that was more distracting than the thousand-ton mountain pressing against Gazelle's back was the prominent bulge in his pants. Since the beginning of the competition, his groin was rock-hard and throbbing, beckoning him to indulge in indecency. Knowing that he was back-to-back with an uncontrollable colossus of unbridled power did not help either. Then, an idea flashed in his mind, one that he refused to acknowledge. He desperately searched for another, but with Thunder exponentially increasing every second, he knew options were scarce.

"I'm sorry, everyone..." Gazelle mumbled, "but I gotta do this." With a sigh of regret, Gazelle slipped his hand into the waistline of his costume and massaged the tip of his meat. His breath became fragmented, and his heart quivered, overcome with sudden warmth. As he stroked, his bulge plumped and widened, stretching the white fabric, rivaling the size of his own head and showed no sign of stopping. Gazelle tensed his gut and bit his lip as he shook like a bomb about to detonate. He moaned, and he immediately doubled in height. Pulling his member against his stomach, he freed it from its spandex confines and let it peek out of his pants. He watched his fat cock climb towards his face as he ran his palm down the length of it. Before long, it grew wider than his head and wedged itself between his titanic pecs. Gazelle could feel the primal rumbling radiating from between his legs again, pushing the outer limits of his massive frame and sliding him up Thunder's near-limitless backside.

Meanwhile, the wolf, now over 5-miles of unrestrained, distended musculature, shook the earth merely his excited chuckling. His own shaft overshadowed the rest of his body, so thick that both of his hands could not fit around it, tried as he might. "Oooooh yeeeeaaaahhh..." Thunder boomed as he ascended mile-by-mile and fondled his sex cannon. His head was buried between a hundred tons of pectorals and neck. "I w-wanna g-grow bigger... Be the b-biggest..." Eight miles, 9 miles, 10 miles... Pre-cum flooded from the tip of his cock and cascaded down the length, forming a white lake between his legs. His legendary rod convulsed violently and reached for the heavens. "Th-the biggest... i-i-in... th-the wooooooooorld!!"

As Thunder roared, his gigantic cock sprayed his seed at high speed into the clouds. His legs stretched forward, smothering countless forests underneath his immense thighs as he expanded. He shot another lake of cum just as the first spurt descended from the sky, glazing mountain peaks, filling the ocean, and pouring like rain onto unsuspecting cities. Another barrage of seed, another mile of height. His cum blanketed the mountains like snow and dyed the shores white. With every spurt, his biceps, quads, and calves pumped, pushing even further out, making him vaster than any city, taller than any peak. At 15-miles high, Thunder was an unmatched testament to power, virility, and sheer mass.

Thunder's panting echoed across the state. His cock was still stiff and twitched at the slightest movement. No longer growing, reality hit him like a tidal wave as he scanned the landscape around him with a beach within a few mile-wide steps and cities like miniatures. "W-whoa! I-I'm so huge!! This... this is... I dunno what this is!" It took him a few seconds, too, to realize that he was sitting up, his back pressed against something. He heard a low, ominous quaking, but it was not his own.

Without warning, Thunder was shoved forward, his face nearly slamming the earth. He heard a moan coming from behind him that shook his very ribcage. "Yeeeeeessss!!" Thunder's shoulder was too thick and expansive to peer over and see the Great Gazelle surpassing him with a shaft nearly as towering as the wolf himself. "G-god, this is good... More! Moooore!!" Gazelle sighed in ecstasy as he rubbed his palms up from his base to midway up his continental cock, sounding eerily like Thunder before. Seventeen-miles, 20-miles, 25 miles of pure pulsating beef. Before Thunder could say the word again and activate the magic, he was pressed between the earth and Gazelle's 12-mile backside. He reached his hand out, but that too was swallowed up in the hero's unparalleled colossal frame, stuck between the crack of his all-consuming shoulder blades.

"Ugggh... So goooood..." Gazelle groaned, laying on his backside with his untamed manhood pointed at the sky. Rips finally started to stretch across his supposed indestructible uniform and spill his velvety brown fur from his ribcage to his arms and his thighs. Each surge of his cock made his whole body flinch and tense, and he could feel it fill to the tip. "Can't. Stop. Have to. Protect. City!" Gazelle reached for his titanic meat-shaft, wrapping his fingers around either side. The hero tried pulling it towards his chest, but it was like a stubborn lever, stiff as stone. It undulated with incalculable, near heart-stopping force. Nevertheless, he persisted, finally putting his overblown muscles to work. His costume continued to tear apart now that he was more than 50-miles tall, exposing his bare chest and abs. Trembling, he gritted his teeth and pressed his impossible spunk-cannon against his body, unleashing a roar that rang around half the globe.

Gazelle let loose a torrent of cum into the ocean, gush after gush fertilizing the water. His overflowing balls squeezed and throbbed relentlessly, numbing his whole body into indescribable euphoria. All he could do was hang tight to his beastly manhood and groan as he drained his near limitless surplus of batter into the Atlantic.

When the final city-sized droplet dripped from his tip, the 80-mile tall Gazelle hugged his immeasurable prick and gasped for air, twitching. "Let's... let's just stay here... for a while..." he whimpered as he passed out.

* * * * *

The blackness had dominated Thunder's vision for who knows how long. He was burdened with relentlessness of time. Snippets of memories flashed in front of him and then were no more, a disjointed slideshow. It was too much effort to think, so he let his mind wander, lost in the blackness.

Then, a sliver of light. It grew wider and wider, dispelling the darkness, blinding him. But his sight returned, first in fuzzy shapes. There was a high-pitched beeping. Rhythmic. As the fuzziness faded, he processed white walls, a still life of a fruit bowl, a TV mounted on the wall, white bed sheets. He could hear his breathing and sniff the bland sterilized air, and to his left, he saw the Great Gazelle standing by his bedside.

"Why, hello," he greeted warmly. "Sorry if I woke you. I'm just glad you're doing alright."

"Great Gazelle...?" Thunder mumbled. He struggled to sit up.

"Careful. Don't overwork yourself. You just got back to normal after all."

"Normal? So that actually happened? That wasn't... a dream, or anything?"

"Afraid not."

Thunder averted his eyes. "Sorry... That was... bad."

"It's okay," he chuckled, placing his gloved hand on the wolf's shoulder. "You're a first-time grower. It happens. The important thing is that no one got hurt." Thunder attempted his best smile. "Here. Take this." Gazelle held out his other hand, and in it shined a pristine silver dollar.

Thunder was too flabbergasted to form words.

"I made Tobias make another one," Gazelle explained. "This one's a lot less potent, though. Don't worry. You've earned it."

"B-b-but why? I nearly destroyed the stadium! The whole city!"

"Yes, but you didn't. And we raised more money than we could ever hope to imagine. Three-point-five million dollars. Our little scuffle was broadcasted throughout the entire state, and we got some very generous donors calling in. They'd love to see you again next year." Gazelle let the coin slip from his hand to Thunder's lap. "One dollar for 3.5 million. I think that's a fair trade." The hero clomped his boots across the room and bent forward through the narrow doorframe.

"Wait!" Thunder cried. Gazelle turned and looked past his shoulder. "Th-thank you. Truly."

"Just be safe, okay?" He added and winked before disappearing down the hall.

Thunder carefully plucked the coin from his lap and let it sit in his palm. He inspected the ridges on the edge, the mint date, the new design on either side. Then, under his breath, he whispered, "Zamora."

A welcomed warmth enveloped his body. His groin came to life with sudden vigor. His hospital gown stretched against his expanding pectorals and his thickening arms, and the wolf watched his body grow with a gleeful grin.

The End.