As the sun continued its descent under the mountainous range to the east, the quiet suburbs of the city began to quiet down as well. Workers returned home, children scurried into their parent’s houses to eat inner, and the moon rose to remind everyone that it was night and time to rest. The city wasn’t unlike any other, and the hustle and bustle of everyday life soon slowed to a crawl, and finally stopped altogether.

It was something that made heads turn when an enormous blue Jeep roared across the normally main streets. The sleekly-painted truck had tires that alone were taller than some of the cars it passed, and they propped the body of the truck up several feet. The driver of the vehicle seemed far too reckless to be driving down a main street, but none of the pedestrians nearby saw it necessary to call any sort of authorities on the truck. While fast drivers could be a nuisance, they weren’t something to call in police for.

The truck finally grinded its way off the main road of the area, and swerved its way into a back-town road that hardly ever seemed to be used. It continued down the path for nearly half an hour, until it had landed straight into a small patch of forestry outside of town. No one else was in the vicinity for miles around, and it was unlikely that anyone else would come down the road any time soon. Seemingly satisfied, the truck came to an abrupt halt in front of a somewhat cleared section of the forest.

The driver’s seat door was pushed open, and out of it stepped an obviously obese pig. Of shorter-than-average height, the pink had dark peach-colored skin and an enormous belly that stuck in front of him like an inflated beach-ball. Clad in a simple red T-shirt, cargo pants looped up with an extra-long belt, and black sneakers, he immediately started shivering as he stepped outside.

“Holy shit! It’s fucking freezing out here!” He cried out, and reached a stubby hand back into the truck. Pulling out a dark green jacket off the driver’s seat, he hastily threw it over his shoulders and buttoned it up. Relived from some of the cold, he stepped back outside. He hard someone step out of the passenger door and walked to join him.

“Yeah, you’re right, Scott, it’s pretty nipply out.” The passenger said. He was a red dragon of great height and lean figure. Wearing just a black sweat-shirt and jeans, he clomped around the forest without any footwear. The pig nodded quickly.

“You’re tellin’ me, Tombfyre, and you’re still walking around barefoot. I just don’t get you sometimes.”

“Aw, come on, Scott, some things aren’t meant to change. It’s, like, tradition, or something.” A voice came from the backseat of the truck, and its speaker hopped out of the truck himself. The speaker was a dark green turtle, of the same short height and massive weight as Scott. Like the pig, he had thick arms and legs, multiple chins, and a belly that jutted out a few feet in front of him. He was wearing a yellow-on-blue Hawaiian shirt buttoned up over a normal white T-shirt, baggy denim shorts, and floppy sandals. Scott sneered at him.

“Look who’s talking, Simeon. You’re always lookin’ like you’re ready for the fuckin’ beach.”
The turtle nodded and grinned. “Like I said, some things just don’t change.”
“Hey, how far are we from the site?” A fourth voice piped up from the truck. Emerging from the Jeep was a multicolored tropical frog, which blotches of red, blue, green and brown covering his skin. The frog was taller than average, and sported a very sleek, well-muscled body. He was wearing a red jacket zipped up over an equally warm sweater, khaki pants, and black high-tops.

“Not too far, Spencer. We’ll be there after five minutes of walking. No biggie.” Scott said nonchalantly.
“Good. It’s already getting a little late.” Simeon said.
“What the hell are you talking about? The sun hasn’t even fully set yet.” Tombfyre replied, cocking his head.

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we have plenty of time. Two whole fucking nights, and we can probably convince our parents to stay longer. Do you realize how much we can do in that time?” He rubbed his hands eagerly.
“Who gives a shit how much time we have? Let’s just go and get fucked up!” A fifth voice roared as the final inhabitant of Scott’s truck exited the vehicle. It belonged to a gigantic rhino, who stood taller than any of the other four. He had a monstrous stomach that rivaled Simeon’s and Scott’s in sheer enormity, and it was audibly grumbling. The rhino was wearing a denim jacket over a black wrestling T-shirt, baggy jeans, and huge black boots that nearly went to his knees.
“I’m fucking thirsty as hell.” He grunted eagerly as he joined his friends.
Spencer grinned. “Don’t worry, Blake. With the stuff we’ve got, we’ll all be good and wasted within too long.
“Good.”
“Alright, then let’s just get all the stuff and set up.” Scott said.

The others nodded and finally the pig as he pulled the black drape off the back of his truck. Hidden until then were two huge beer kegs that each had nozzles sticking from them. Also in the back were several bottles of assorted alcoholic drinks, all of which had been carefully packed into a cardboard box. There was also an abundance of packaged, processed foods which had been stuffed into a battery-operated refrigerator. Scott folded the drape back up and turned to the others.

“Alright. Blake, Tombfyre, you each take one of the kegs.”
“No prob.” The dragon said as he opted to lift the barrel. As he and the rhino moved it into a comfortable position to carry, they could hear the beer swooshing around within in.
“Cool. Spencer, take the box with the bottles. And be careful with in.” Scott said, carefully handing the box over to the frog. He then turned to Simeon, who was hoping he wouldn’t have to carry anything heavy.
“Come on, Simeon, the two of us have to carry the fridge.”
The turtle groaned. “All right, all right.” Together the two balanced the fridge and hurried behind the other three, who were already headed over to their camp site.

After a few minutes of pain as the five began to feel the weight of their items, they were finally greeted with relief as they reached a familiar area. It was a small, cleared area with a scattering of stones that served as seats surrounding a small circle, no more than fifteen feet in diameter, which was devoid of anything, and acted as a space to place things on. In the exact middle of the circular area was the site of an old fireplace which had clearly been used recently.

Blake, happy to be back at the familiar place, dropped his keg down hurriedly down on one of the stones. “Finally! Shit! That thing was really started to get to me!” He said, ducking down to drink some of its contents.

A moment later he was joined by Tombfyre, who had similarly set down his keg next to Blake’s. Small beads on sweat had formed on his brow and he reached down to the nozzle himself. “Yeah, I’m tired too, but think how worth it it is.” The cold beer sloshed around in both their mouths, and they calmed down.

Simeon and Scott arrived next, and seeing that the two kegs were already taken, set down the fridge on another stone. Scott opened it up and pulled out a twelve-pack of beer. He opened it up and tossed one to Simeon.
“Here,” he said as the turtle caught it, “I brought a couple of these just in case that happened.” He pointed to Blake and Tombfyre.
“Nice.” Simeon grinned as he opened the can. Downing nearly half of it in a single gulp, he let out a heft belch and sat down. “Hey, Scott?” He asked.
Scott, who was chugging his own beer, stopped momentarily and looked at the turtle. “Yeah?”
“Did anyone bring any weed?”
Scott shook his head. “Don’t think so, sorry. Looks like this trip is booze-only.”
Simeon shrugged. “No biggie. Hey, there’s Spencer.”
The frog finally arrived himself and set the box down. “Hey, guys. Sorry I took so long. I just helped myself to some of the contents.”
The pig shrugged. “No problem. What’d you drink?”

Spencer pulled out a bottle of whiskey, which was nearly half gone. He grinned. “Sorry, I just love this fucking stuff.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t puke it up.” Tombfyre said, who had gotten his fill from the keg. Scott and Simeon engaged in a race to it, and the pig finally won control over it. The turtle, a bit disappointed that he’d half to wait longer, dusted himself off and took another can.

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Three hours later...

They were all still drinking heavily. The spirits were quickly running out however, and so were their conscious minds. Not one of them noticed the final setting of the sun, or the pale bone white light of the moon. It cast an aura of death and decay over everything… spooky no? Clouds soon cut off the whiteness, and darkened the campsite. Tombfyre lit up a fire with his internal inferno without even thinking of it, and continued to pack back the booze. Only when the sputtering of the fire began, did any of them look to see what was going on. It was beginning to rain.

Just as some concern was starting to seep through the pores of each one of the happy campers, an azure bolt of lightning snapped through the false calm of the forest. A mighty pine tree blew apart as the gasses trapped within the sap exploded under the sizzling impact of the lightning. 5 very shocked pairs of asses leapt skywards, and the group landed in a pile.

“Holy shit! What’s happening?” Cried the rhino.
“I dunno man, I can’t see strait.” Was all the frog could muster through slurred speech.
“I’m so drunk right now… hee hee.” Said the dragon, followed by a nod from the turtle, and the pig.

They all started to stumble from the abandoned campsite, and wander towards the hills. Who knows why they did not seek the safety of the truck… the mind of the drunk is a mysterious one indeed…

Hours later, in the stinging rain, they wandered across a cave. Thinking of only getting dry, they all wander in. Tombfyre sets some brush on fire, and attempts to dry off his soaking wet scales. The other 4 of the intoxicated group move in to take advantage of the dragons pyrotechnic abilities. As they all warmed up, Simeon got up to search around their shelter.

Waddling his huge bulk into the darkness, he stumbled over a crate.
“Shit! I’ve fallen! And I can’t get up!”
“What now Simeon? Can’t lift your own weight?” Cried the surly rhino.
“No you ass! I hurt my foot!”
“Dude, we’d better go have a look. He could be hurt.” Suggested the frog.

Tombfyre was asleep, and the pig was two drunk to care. So the rhino got up, and wandered to where Simeon was laying.
“Get up you oaf! Learn to take care of yourself.”
“Oh up yours. All full of yourself… I’ll show you..”

They were both too drunk to punch strait, so they just ended up falling in a pile near some crates. Their scuffle broke the seal on a box, and a large vial of green liquid tumbled into the firelight. Tombfyre woke up as he heard glass on rock, and looked at the vial with half crossed eyes.
“Wazzat?”
“I dunno man… looks like a drink.” Said the frog as he reached for it.
“No way asshole! I get the first pull!” Senor pig had awoke, and was reaching for what he assumed was more booze.


During all of this, Simeon and Blake wandered back to the firelight, carrying an armload of the green vials. Simeon was the first to speak.
“Dude, don’t fight. There’s more than one. Here, pass ‘em around.”

And so they did, the green mixture tasted sorta nutty, but it went down easy. It seemed to have a sobering affect as well, though each of them had no idea how much they had drank, or what it was.

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One hour later...

The last of the green liquid disappeared down the throat of Scott, who chucked the empty vial out of the cave after he had let out a massive belch. He planted his huge backside on the floor of the cavern, and began counting his fingers to see if they were all still there.

“Ha, ha...” He mumbled. “I drank the most of any of you...” He attempted to point at his friends. Simeon was also sitting, and was mumbling incoherently as he started licking his arms. Blake was romping through the crate to see if he could find any more of the liquid to gulp down. Tombfyre was doing his best to fall asleep, and Spencer was hopping around the cave madly and wide-eyed.

Finally, Blake let out a deafening roar. “Goddamn it!” He shouted slowly. “There’s...no more of thissss shit to drink!” He clenched his fists and tried pounding the wall, but didn’t realize he was hitting empty air.
“Calm down, Blake.” Simeon said, standing up to try and balance himself.
“It’s no big deal. We’ve got more stuff in front...” He said, pointing his finger backward.

Spencer managed to quit leaping around for a moment and glared at the turtle, his eyes seemingly to bug out of their sockets. “But it’s still raining! If we walk out now, we’re all get burned!!!” He let out a shriek and fell to the floor.

“Spencer’s right.” Scott said, still burping. “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s nice and safe...Hey,” He pointed a chubby finger at Tombfyre, who had managed to fall asleep. “Look at Tomb...”

Eight eyes turned to the dragon, and struggled to understand what they saw. Tombfyre’s normally thin stomach was beginning to soften, and after a second, it seemed to be growing slightly larger. His arms and legs were thickening as well, right in front of them.

Blake narrowed his eyes. “Hey...We should probably wake him up.”

Simeon nodded and shook Tombfyre as best he could. The dragon’s eyes opened slowly.
“What?” He asked.
“You’re getting, like, bigger or something...” Scott said bluntly.
“Really?” Tombfyre looked at himself, getting steadily wider. “Yeah, I am.” He looked up, and was a bit taken aback. “Hey, all of you are, too.”

“Huh?” The others all looked at their own bodies. Indeed, it was true. Each of the five was getting wider and fatter, right in front of each other. They all looked in semi-shock at themselves, and then at each other to see if the similar effects were happening to everyone else.

“It’s...It’s true...” Spencer said.
“Must...have been the green stuff...” Simeon added.
“What kind of shit was that?” Scott asked.
“Don’t...know.” Blake mumbled.

The growths continued for several more minutes, with none of the five actually doing anything to try and stop it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the five felt the strange feeling that now felt stop, and they felt somewhat normal again.

“Hey...I think it stopped.” Spencer said. He had become a massive, bloated frog, weighing easily over several hundred pounds. He had several chins hanging from his neck, and his formerly slim body now sported a huge stomach that hung over his pants.

“Yay...” Was all Blake could muster. He was a colossal rhino now, and was having a bit of trouble moving around. He had enormous legs that seemed like barrels, and huge arms that were wider than some trees.

“This is so fucking weird...” Simeon managed to say. His shell was visibly straining to keep the gargantuan bulk of Simeon together, as he was now wider than he was tall. He had deep, flabby cheeks, and his belly was a terrific sight, as it drooped nearly a foot over his belt.

“Yeahhh...” Tombfyre slurred. His lean body had disappeared into a huge body of fat. His tail was now several feet in width, and he had developed huge arms and legs around his globular body.

“Oh welll...Nothing to do noww...” Scott said. He had drank the most of the five, and it showed. Scott had developed a monumental stomach that easily eclipsed those of any of the others, and hung several feet over his greatly-extended belt. He had arms and legs that were thicker than redwood trees, and countless chins dangled from the original.

The five sat in silence for a moment, each examining their new bulk. All of them stood up to try and get accustomed to the several hundred pounds that had been put on each of them, and walked around slightly. Even walking was now a strain for them, and Blake, Simeon and Scott couldn’t even walk, but only waddle oddly.

After a few more minutes, Spencer noticed something.
“Hey, guys, it stopped raining. Let’s all go outside.”

Seeing no reason not to, the five stumbled their way out of the cave and slowly made their way back to the campsite. They each took their seats, which now seemingly had become much smaller, and sat down, trying to come up with some kind of thought process.

Suddenly, Simeon muttered a barely decipherable, “Uh oh...I’m getting that feeling again.”

As he said it, the other four shivered as they realized that they all felt it as well. “What’d gonna happen now?” Tombfyre asked.

“We can’t get any fatter...” Blake said.
“No, but I’m definitely feeeling something.” Scott said.

The five had begun to grow again, but now in width as they had done before. This time, they were growing in sheer height. Each of them noticed that the trees around them seemed to be shrinking, and the wood that they had used for a fire was also starting to get smaller.

“Hey, we’re getting bigger again...” Blake said, standing up. He and the others were now a staggering nine feet, and showed no signs of slowing down.

The others noticed. “Yeah, I noticed.” Tombfyre said absentmindedly, passing the fifteen foot mark and realizing that they now stood over many of the trees in the forest.

They were all standing now, and could see how much they were growing. The trees continued to diminish in size as the five friends passed thirty feet in size, and they could see their town from the distance after they hit over a hundred feet tall. Their clothes, which were somehow growing along with them, now seemed like giant blankets which could clothe entire towns.

“Is there anything we should be doing now?” Simeon asked. As the finished the sentence, he saw his eyes lift over some low-floating clouds as he continued growing.

“Nope, don’t think so.” Scott shook his head, noticing his voice was getting deeper. The five found that they were taller than many of the rolling hills as they passed five hundred feet in height.

“Yeah, I don’t see anything wrong with what’s going on.” Tombfyre shrugged.

The others nodded in agreement and kept watching how great their view was becoming. They could for miles now, and even planes were starting to whiz by the heads of the thousand-foot tall teenagers. Still, their growths didn’t stop, and they were getting bigger and bigger, faster and faster. They were growing in leaps and bounds by the second now, and nothing seemed to stop it.

Finally, Scott reached down and picked up his Jeep, which was now within reach. As the felt his seemingly tiny truck in his gigantic hand, he then pressed it against his body.

“Hey, guys.” He said.
“What?” Simeon asked.

“Look,” He turned to them, still pressing the truck against his growing body. “The buttons on my jacket are bigger than my truck.”

The other let out mumbled laughs as Scott set the car back down to safety. The five were now several thousand feet tall, and were beginning to see far off into the other regions of the world.

“Hey, I wonder how big we are now.” Tombfyre said, now able to see for quite a view wherever he looked.

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think we’re pretty big.” He said, unaware that he and his friends were now well over hundreds of thousands of feet tall.

The five teenager were now growing at an astronomical rate, gaining ten feet by the second. Unaware of anything productive to say, each was content to wait until their growing was over. As they passed into seven-digit heights with no slowdown in sight, they began to lose their patience.

“Alright, this is...getting...weird...now.” Scott said. He could see the curve of the Earth with ease now, and his feet, along with those of his friends, covered thousands of feet in themselves.

“Hey, look,” Blake said, looking at Spencer. “Spencer stopped growing.”

Indeed, the frog seemed to have finally stabilized. At a height of uncountable kilometers tall, he grinned.

“Well, you guys, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to turn in for the night now.” He hopped over a small ocean in his way, and collapsed onto the continent of Australia. Taking up nearly the entire continent, he lay down to rest and fell asleep.

The other four, however, continued to grow, and passed the ten million feet marker with no ease.

“I guess Spencer didn’t drink too much of that stuff.” Blake shrugged.
“Yeah, guess not.” Tombfyre added.

The four stood in silence, able to see the sun from where they stood in all its beauty. They could now see far off into space, and could even notice the distant planets from where they stood.

After another few minutes, Blake, Simeon and Tombfyre felt somewhat normal again. They looked at themselves.

“Hey...We aren’t growing anymore.” Simeon said, shifting his gigantic body.

“Yeah, and now I’m beat.” Blake said. Stepping into South America, he found it the perfect bed for him and he fell asleep. Simeon, looking happily at the expanse of Africa, leaped over the Atlantic Ocean and crashed onto Africa, drifting off as well. Tombfyre, content with North America, simply lay down and nodded off.

Scott, however, continued to grow. As his height leapt up in leaps and bounds, he began talking to himself in a massively deep voice.

“Well, Scott, you drank the most...And you’re gonna grow the most...Ain’t life great?” He chuckled to himself, looking down at his four sleeping friends.

Finally, after a few more moments, his growing stopped as well. At countless kilometers tall, Scott could make out Pluto from where he stood. His feet were the size of countries, and the buttons on his jacket were now bigger than many mountains. Scott, realizing how tired he was as well, stepped gingerly over Tombfyre, and walked onto Asia. Laying down, he stretched his feet out over Europe, and found that, when he put his head right next at the Eastern edge of China, his feet were just able to stay dry, with his left foot on the edge of Spain, and his right foot on the island of England. Content with his bed, Scott dozed off as well. The end.