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Once Snake came down from his high, Wolf kept his word and explained everything: the package, the note, the collar, his own test...
Many whistles and impressed comments were caused by the selfies of Hulk-Wolf.
"You didn't think it could be a prank? Or a trap?!" exclaimed Webs.
"I did, but I figured the note's way too complex and developed for these," replied Wolf.
"Not wrong. And speaking of it, it won't work on me? Not that I was interested in going She-Hulk, but that's sexist!"
"Hey, the guy said he works on a gift for you," pointed out Shark.
"That's another thing," said Snake, who was looking in the package and saw indeed an address written in the bottom. "Are we going there?"
"Yeah, but discreetly. Spy on there, figure out what's going on first. I doubt it's a trap, but you never know," answered the leader.
All agreed it was the best course of action.

"So, you're gonna remove it?" asked Wolf to Snake, who was still humanoid and overmuscled.
"In a second. But first..."
And before the canine could react, he found himself sweeped in a huge hug.
"I wanted to see how it feels to do one with arms," smiled the reptile.
Wolf chuckled at the excuse and let himself go in the big, warm, comfy hug.

Finally, Snake released Wolf.
"Okay... Power down."
Again, like Wolf before him, Snake shrunk down.
Once back at the size he was at the set 0, his new limbs retracted in his body, which began recovering its lost length.
After a few instants, Snake was fully back to normal, size and shape.
"Okay," he said as he removed the collar and slithered in a new shirt brought by Shark. "Wolf already got his turn, so who's next?"
"DIBS!!" yelled Piranha before Shark could even react.
An awkward silence followed.
"What?" asked the little fish.
"You ate burritos recently?" asked Wolf.
"No."
"You feel nervous?" asked Snake.
"No!"
"You sure?" asked Tarentula.
"YEAH, I'M SURE!!" barked exasperatedly Piranha, who understood what they were getting to. "GIMME A FUCKING BREAK!!"
"Hey, you can't blame us!" protested Shark. "Your farts are already hell at your normal size, so at 10XL, I don't dare to imagine!"
"I. Ain't. Gonna. Fart."
"...I'm gonna check if there's gas masks here, just in case."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys, real touching," snarled the bolivian as he ripped the collar off Snake's tail and shoved it on his neck.
Again, the collar changed to fit him perfectly.
"Set 1, power up," he grumbled.
Once again, the process of growth began anew.
Piranha's bad mood didn't last long. The pleasure brought by the growth easily destroyed it.
It was especially intense for him. The guy was so used to his little size that to go from this to towering over even Shark was in itself an amazing thrill.
Add to that his intensifying virility, or how he was now more than ever the "muscle" of the gang, and it was no wonder he flexed and roared like a maniac.

"So, do you like it?" smirked Snake.
"I BRING THE THUNDER!!" bellowed Piranha as one of his suspenders finally succumbed to the assault of power. "I BRING THE LIGHTNING!! I AM THE PERFECT STORM!!!!"
"I'll take that as a yes."

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48159755/
Mr. Snake and Mr. Piranha © Aaron Blabey and Dreamworks