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Jack is a streamer with a magical donation incentive, and having a bit of a record night, decides to go live on the town to show off the results.

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As houses went it was unremarkable. A one story flat with white siding, a few small windows and a screen door covering a wooden front door. On any other day, this house wouldn’t be worth mentioning.

That is, on no other day would it have a crowd two dozen strong loitering outside the driveway. A mix of humans and furs stood glued not so much to the house itself, but to the screens of their phone. They were waiting with varying levels of patience as they hoped today would be the day they would finally get what the object of their affection had been teasing them with every time he went live.

There was an excited chatter, hopes and wishes for tonight's festivities, but the talk was hushed as the time on their screen flipped over to 11 PM. It was always a few minutes after, sometimes five, sometimes fifteen, but never without fail, the player flicked from offline to live.

And there to greet them was a smiling stallion’s face.

“Good evening, lovely fans,” his caramel voice wafted through multiple phone speakers. “It’s time for another wonderful evening with Jack.”

The horse began to move his camera far enough from his face to reveal more of his body, his bright lighting showing off chestnut fur in alluring contrast. His braided cream mane was casually draped over his shoulder, its end on the black and white checkered polo he had picked out for the evening.

“Once again, thank you to my gracious host for being so thoughtful about our accommodations, although you lot seem intent on ruining them. Perhaps tonight will be the night?”

His teasing admonishment was catalyst enough for the first donation, “$5 OMG UR SO HAWWT JACK”, popped up on the screen.

“Aww, early with the compliments? You are too kind, as always.” A flustered turn away from the camera and a scratch of the back of his neck gave an impression of genuineness, but every gawker knew what was about to happen. He grunted as sounds of crackling bone and stretching muscle entered the audio as it appeared the horse had gotten just a touch closer to his screen, only for him to pull the camera back for a full view to reveal the truth.

Jack was laid on a bed that could not contain his body, legs dangling well off the end of the frame as his torso barely left room for his arms on the mattress. He was massive, nine feet tall based on most guesses, and yet through a process no one was sure of, donations only made him bigger. How his clothes remained in perfect shape during all of this only added to the mystique of the streamer.

“How about a little early generosity of my own?” Shrieks ran out as the aperture holding the camera swung down, past his denim pant legs straight to his ever exposed feet. The brown fur transitioned to pale white soles whose toes wiggled with a playful abandon.

This was always the trajectory of these streams, but the pretense had dropped surprisingly quickly. A wave of donations flooded Jack’s stream; fives, tens, twenties, even a fifty quickly flew by as the real stars of the show filled his audience’s phones.

And of course the noise of growth began again, but much more quickly this time. Feet swelling until the toes were no longer visible on screen, the camera swung back up to horse’s mug now barely able to fit into frame, and the rest of his body only pressing up tighter and tighter against the small bedroom’s walls.

“Oh dear, I’m afraid some of you followed directions a little too well.” Jack teased with his already deepening voice. Directions in this case being literal, as this had all been planned, including the crowd knowing where to be. The building up was fun, getting a fan base, having them be invested, was all well and good. But Jack had plans. Big plans. Huge plans. This was just the first step.

Or rather, the first step was soon approaching. His muscular frame was only fitting worse within the box of a room, head now beginning to press against the low ceiling, yet still he grew.

“Sounds like we’re going to be doing something a little different tonight.” He tried to keep his laughter to a chuckle, but it was loud enough that the gathered could hear it not just from their speakers but also from the house.

Followed by a bang. What had caused the sound was unclear until the second rang out, and all outside watched as the roof of the house vibrated. The third was a thunderous crack as the top of the house split from the walls like so much as a can, causing the roof to slide off with relative ease.

And standing up for his audience was an already 15 foot tall Jack.

“They just don’t build rooms as big as they used to.” The sly remark was met with more screams. The crowd’s hero now in person and larger than ever, the walls framing his upper chest and shoulders like a just too short shower stall. “How about a surprise raffle for this little milestone, hmm?”

The gleeful shouting returned, his audience all too eager to be the recipient of whatever gift he was to bestow upon them. Jack closed his eyes, rotating a pointer finger in the air casually, then stopped, then still blind he pointed down towards the street.

“You.” As if a command, the rest of the crowd backed away from the husky who found himself staring down the tip of Jack’s huge finger. “Don’t be shy, c’mon closer.”

Nervously he nodded, took cautious steps until he was almost up to the house, staring up at the horse’s softly grinning face. He froze as the streamer hopped the wall, one foot supporting his weight as the other surprised the husky by knocking him to the ground, his vision filled by a white sole the size of his torso dangling precariously close to his face.

“Congratulations lad. Go on, have at it. But enjoy quickly, we’ve a big night ahead of us.”

With permission granted the husky wrapped his arms around Jack’s foot and began huffing its masculine and musky scent. Jack was all too happy to let him have his fill, even letting the mutt press himself against the sole.

Especially as he could hear the stream from the phones, hear the notification of further donations coming in from the display… and feel the magic work through his body. An influx of energy, felt every inch of his body being amplified by the power of the donations. He rose even further from the ground, his audience looking that much smaller, and yet that much more enraptured. But this size of audience was already having diminishing returns, having gained just a couple feet in height. With a light shake, the lucky husky was detached from his foot, left to shamble blushingly back towards the rest of the group.

“Right then, who wants to go raid another stream?” A cheer erupted from the crowd as the house sized horse began wandering off in what appeared to be a random direction. His casual saunter required a light jog for everyone else, but not one of them was going to leave him now. His webcam had been left at the ruined house but multiple followers had started their own mobile stream to fill in the gaps, hoping to give as many a mouse eye’s view of the giant as possible.

All were happy to wander like that as long as Jack kept on going, but eventually he seemed to stop at some other home a few neighborhoods over.

“I believe this is the house of that fellow, OtterlySnarky? Joined us for a few rounds of Stompnite couple weeks ago. Here, let’s say hi.” How Jack had known the personal address of a streamer he had only seemed to know through a friend of a friend was a mystery to a crowd, but that wasn’t going to stop them from switching over their feeds, eagerly awaiting what was about to happen next. They giggled while the gray otter was obliviously powering through some new release with his own fanbase.

“Yeah I don't know what the noise is outside,” he admitted to the chat, his oversized headphones blocking out all sound save the closest of the horse’s footsteps, “I think my neighbor’s decided to do some late night woodworking? Don’t really care to check th-”

The camera shook and the otter jumped as Jack clamped his hands on the roof of the house and began pulling skyward. Those in the crowd found themselves conflicted as their view bounced up and down between the startled streamer desperately trying to figure out what was going on and the heaving horse showing off his well-toned musculature as he set about tearing off his second roof of the night.

No sooner did he have it off did he step over the wall and into the office of a very confused and scared otter.

“Hello mate, sorry about the roof, still not quite sure how these raid things work.”

“Wh- who are you ?”
“Don’t recognize me from the other day? I’m Jack, Kass’s friend from the Stompnite stream.”

“Oh…OH! Y-yeah, I uh- uh you’re just- uh…”

“Just a little different than you imagined? It’s okay, I’ve been working out pretty hard the last couple of weeks, I think the results speak for themselves.” A playful wiggle of toes was clearly visible on stream, as was the otter’s blush. “Just thought I’d stop by and do a little advertising of my own stream. It’s doing quite well, but stability in this gig’s hard to come by, so it always helps to be bigger.”

Jack brought his left foot onto the streamers chair so that the otter’s head was cushioned by its two biggest toes, an extra emphasis on his message. Though it might appear as if he had forgotten the most important part, the horse was all too aware that it looked much more natural for him to simply show off the goods while his audience did the work of spamming the OtterlySnarky chat with links to his own feed.

And though all were too focused on this stream to go check for donations, they knew exactly when they started flowing in once the living tip jar began to grow once more. The pops of muscle and bone were now loud stretches and cracks as the already mighty horse added further feet to his frame, his growth further highlighted by the otter desperately trying to extrude his head from the lengthening feet digits surrounding more of his head.

But even he was being overcome by the statue of his captor, and as the large toes now dangled in front of his face, couldn’t help but breathe in the overwhelming scent and lick the tempting soles.

“Thanks for the endorsement, lad.” Jack said with a wry smile, finally lifting his foot off the enraptured streamer. He stepped back out of the house with less effort than it had taken to enter the house, back to greet his fawning supporters.

“Well this meet and greet business is entertaining to be sure!” He declared to the delight of all. “Any suggestions of where to go next?”

His question hung in the air with an openness that felt organic, like he could be taken anywhere on the audience's whim. But the horse had given his worshipers the same wish he had, with the time left in the night there was really only one response.

“Downtown?” One human asked nervously.

“Downtown!” The still blushing husky repeated more enthusiastically.

“DOWNTOWN!” The crowd began to chant in unison.

“DOWNTOWN!” That chant continued until the suburban houses gave way to high rises.

A thousand pairs of eyes were on the now twenty foot horse and his fanatic entourage. And how could they not stare at the magnificent body, casually strolling barefoot through main street?

The procession partied right through the downtown core, Jack's footsteps causing minor havoc as displays flickered and passersbys stumbled in response to the vibrations unleashed everytime his soles connected with the concrete.

And of course the gawking. With polite waves and a gentle green-eyed smile the horse greeted every onlooker he saw as if this was a Sunday morning stroll. Reactions to the late night city crowd ranged from confusion to panic to intrigue but no one felt any compulsion to so much as slow down the giant equine.

No one, that is, until a news van came roaring down the street ahead of him, screeching to a halt on the other side of the next intersection. Flying out the side door came a purple furred cat with a mic in her hand and her reindeer camera man, staring down the stream group with purpose.

“Alright lass,” Jack proclaimed, coming to a stop right in the middle of the crossroads, closed fists on his hips as if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted, “what’s this about?”

“I’m Angela Thir, Station 8 news. We were hoping to find out why a very large horse was walking about town.”

“Oh is that all?” Jack chuckled, “Well I’m just a little ol’ streamer, its this lot that’s responsible for this part of the show.”

“The…show?”

“Ah, apologies for getting ahead of myself. I mostly game and show off workout routines, but my size is all thanks to donations from lovely fans like these.”

“That- you cannot be serious?”

“Well I have been known to jest once in a while.” A charming, sly smirk made its way onto Jack’s face. He lifted one foot onto the van and leaned over, looming over the pair of journalists. It was that fear crossed their minds, but envy that crossed the audiences, wishing to be so up close and personal with him.

“Is this one of those times?”

“Well, would you like a demonstration?” Jack rose back to his full height. Whether he planned to anyways or took the pair’s nervous look at each other as a confirmation, but they were all too happy to oblige when he looked at them with a shy grin and asked “Well how about it lads, you have one more big push in it for our broadcast friends?”

Their eyes darted back to their screens. The waiting was almost non existent, likely a fair number of people didn’t even wait for the order at this point. All that mattered was the symphony of swelling began again, and Jack’s rippling body expanded further skyward, faster than it had all night in response to this last, unified push.
The news crew instinctively backed up, catching the whole affair on camera as Jack’s head came level with the top of the second story of the surrounding buildings. He playfully wrigged the toes of his foot that was on the van, the white of them now hanging over the windshield. All watched as the horse pulled a phone out of his pocket. Sized up to fit his hand, it would have looked more like a desktop monitor in anyone else’s grip.

“Mm, they are so good at what they do. SorcerousJack is my handle by the by, if any of your viewers at home would like to join in next time. Now if you’d excuse me, I’d like a souvenir of this big night~. ”

Without explaining, Jack began to put more weight on his left foot, the van immediately cracking and condensing under such raw strength. The crowd goaded the horse on as his powerful white sole lowered closer and closer to the ground, first the vehicle’s windows smashing out, then the frame giving way, before finally the car itself flattened like no more than a soda can.

At the moment of impact the crowd erupted into exuberance and the journalists gasped, all too taken in by the moment to notice the slight click from Jack’s massive phone. The horse looked over the photo on his screen, all too proud of his work. Where he planned to take this, not one onlooker knew, and were not provided any hints as they were not tall enough to see the screen of the giant stallion’s phone. While everyone else had been reacting, he had simply been adding a caption to the photo he had taken of his impressive footwork.

“The first of many <3”