Macro March is in full swing and its mysterious propensity to gigantify furs, and their immediate surroundings, is still poorly understood. A crack team of storm chasers, devoted only to pursuing storms of the Macro kind, are on the case though!

As we near the end of March it's about time I start sharing what I have to show for it! And that happens to be a story commissioned by none other than one of the biggest best wolves and heroes around,  KingDead! Per his wishes I'll be posting a chapter a day until the story is complete.

I hope you enjoy reading it as I certainly enjoyed writing it!

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Macro March: Supersized Storm Chasers
By: RaddaRaem

Chapter 5

"Worst comes to worst, the measurements we're taking won't die with us at least..." Lukas grimly joked. The fennec navigated through a handful of tabs and sighed in relief at the constant updates being pushed to a myriad of Excel sheets hosted online. Wind shear, wind direction, temperature, pressure, and more. "Hopefully whatever it is that makes this March so Macro is hidden somewhere in among all this..." he sighed.

"The recordings alone oughta be worth it! I betcha we have news organizations all over banging down our doors asking to reuse and attribute it to us," Rick beamed.

"The scrupulous ones, anyway," Lukas snorted.

Hugging himself tightly, Brook could barely look away from the darkened windshield. Their running lights revealed little more than the few feet of road ahead of them and thunderous booms shook the van constantly. He swore he could make out the silhouettes of giants, surreal in size and towering over the horizon, with every strike of lightning.

"Doing alright there?" Rick asked while he tucked his chin against his shoulder and peered down at Brook.

"Y-yeah. This just... it almost doesn't feel real," the feline answered. His heart rate spiked at the sight of static crackling along the van's hood.

"Ooh ho ho. Been a while since this happened," Lukas mused as he flicked off the laptop's power supply before reassuringly patting at the tortoise shell's back. "So don't freak out but we're about to be struck by lightning."

"WHAT!?"

"Did you not just hear me?"

"CLEARLY I DID."

The fennec rolled his eyes. "We'll be fine! The tires are keeping us grounded and the brunt of it will flow through the frame itself."

Licks of flame, popping with energy, trickled up the sloped glass of the windshield.

"You might want to cover your ears," Lukas suggested as he tucked those fuzzy satellite dishes of his own against his skull.

Tremors, bone-rattling and dread-inducing, overtook the storm chasers just moments before a flash of a light did.

CRZZZKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

A deafening crack filled the air, as did the smell of static, when a bolt of lightning struck and swallowed up the van. The vehicle emerged moments later with wisps of smoke trailing off it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhohhh," Brook tapered off upon realizing he was in fact not dead.

"Told ya," Lukas chided him with a playful punch to the shoulder. The tortoise shell whipped in place and practically embedded himself into the fat of Rick's thighs. "Oops, heh. Sorry about that, Brook. Don't know my own strength!"

"So you did," Brook weakly acknowledged before reaching out to bop the fennec back. Letting out a tired sigh, the feline leaned into the raccoon's inviting pudge and warmth. "How about you, big buddy? Holding up on your end?"

Rick urfed and shifted uncomfortably. "Dunno what it was about that last boom but it ain't sitting right in my gut..."

"You've been eating nothing but garbage all day," the fennec snarked. Grunting, Lukas moved his seat back, his legs having grown cramped, before flicking back on the laptop's connection to the car battery. "Pretty sure that's all it is."

"No no this is diffUUURP," Rick tried to answer before his lips parted and a pronounced belch forced its way up his throat. "Excuse me," he blushed as he slapped at his drum of a gut. It wobbled and gurgled uneasily while the raccoon held back one booming burp after another. "Uh-oh. F-fellas," Rick urfed as snaps, pops, and tears started to fill the van. His shirt tugged up along his gut and strained to cover his ballooning pecs. "It's hit. It's here."

"I've noticed," Lukas grunted while his ears flattened against the ceiling and he tucked his knees against his chest.

The smoke trailing off the hood of the van started to crackle as sparks burst back to life along the wisps and slowly worked their way back down towards the vehicle. Lightning filled the sky, skittering across the heavens themselves and casting the land in an ominous purple pall.

Groaning, Rick's body continued to slosh and creak while his body billowed up and out. The van ground to a halt as his enormous ring-tailed rear came to fill the rows behind him, the undercarriage molding perfectly to its contours before dropping down against the asphalt. "L-little buddy!" his cratering voice bellowed over the splitting of his jeans. "Are you okay?"

Wide-eyed, Brook could do little more than gawk. Strands of cotton and polyester rained down upon him like confetti as the hefty raccoon's proportions continued to balloon. Those broad shoulders pushed up and bowed out the roof with a creak while Rick's sleeves simply tumbled off his hulking arms. Jutting pectorals, firm and thick as slabs of concrete, pushed the visor and rearview mirror aside before ultimately doing away with them with a muffled crunch. His distended gut simply barreled forward and molded around not only the steering wheel but the entire dashboard along with it.

"H-hey, Brook ain't growing!" Rick's now unrecognizable voice called out. That swollen face, filling out ever wider with puffed out cheeks and swollen lips, regarded the feline with concern.

Lightning crashed furiously all around them. Like spindly fingers, shuddering with energy, electricity and pillars of plasma reached down from the sky. The heavens permanently alight, thunderous booms overlapping one another constantly, the Macro March storm unleashed everything it had.

The shirtless raccoon held back another bwurp as familiar streams of static started rolling back up along the windshield. "You gotta get out of here, little buddy! We’re gonna squash you!"

Lukas' seat collapsed beneath with a muffled whump and snap of plastic. "Same goes for us!" the fennec shouted as he tucked his wiry limbs against himself. The constant knocks of his enlarged wrists and ankles against the ceiling, the doors, and the laptop dock all proved painful.

Frantically, Brook unbuckled himself as both Rick's billowing belly and Lukas' bony thighs threatened to pincer him between them.

A roar escaped from between Rick's lips. With a veritable BWOOMPH a flabalanche of raccoon overtook the interior and pinned both Lukas and Brook against the opposite side of the van.

Fuzzy toes splayed, Lukas curled them gently as he could manage around the laptop, in a desperate attempt to salvage it, as metal and glass bent and popped around him. "Now might be a good time to go," he mumbled to Brook.

"I'm well aware!" the tortoise shell hissed in a panic. He turned behind him. Rick's rear, increasingly exposed as those jeans turned to tatters, spread from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. Swallowing hard, Brook clambered atop the gurgling mountain of man at his side. He'd have to squeeze through and see if he could force his way through the window.

URRRRRRRRRP

Rick's surges in size refused to relent. Now taking up the entirety of the van, his chub and bulk spreading to fill nearly every inch and the van itself rumbling and ready to burst, the raccoon called out worriedly to his coworkers.

"H-hurry the both of ya! I can't stop this!"

Back pinned to the ceiling, Brook dragged himself along the curve of the raccoon's gut and shot that swollen face a reassuring nod. The window was in sight! Fresh air blowing back towards him, Rick’s pudge having done the hard work of popping it out of place, all the tortoise shell had to do was slide down and he'd be-

BRAPPPPPPPPP

Terrified meows squeezed their way out of Brook's lungs as Rick continued to bloat. Like a wave, the raccoon's pectorals surged towards the feline and swallowed him up in their cleavage.

"LITTLE BUDDY!"

Gasping for air, Brook panicked as rolls of muscle and fat compressed against him. A suffocating warmth, Rick's manly presence, smothered the feline as his body went still. He... he couldn't move. The raccoon's flesh molded around every contour of his body and left him locked in place. Pressure rising on his immobile form, Brook clenched his eyes shut as static collected along the back of his neck and a fiery warmth filled his spine.

A rumble filled the air and all went white as a beam of electricity and plasma, hailing from the heavens themselves, enveloped the bulbous van.

CRAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM