Party Favors Part 3: Anthony

The party's main host is identified by a savvy unicorn, but Anthony is willing to indulge- it is the holidays, after all. Enjoy!

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Anthony had always been proud of his physique- the unicorn carried himself with unusual grace for someone of his size, and had often been likened to the bronze statues of gods he spent his professional life discovering and preserving. But, for all the strength and virility he possessed, his divinely inspired proportions and chiseled muscle, he had to admit feeling just the slightest bit of jealousy for his brother, Dorjan- who, in terms of strength and sheer muscle mass, was an even more impressive specimen, a powerbuilder with gigantic muscles and the strength of a freight train, all despite being five foot four.

Both the brothers, however, knew what they were getting into when they attended a holiday party hosted by Theo. Especially glancing at some of the other guests rapidly expanding in size, Anthony soon deduced what the eggnog pressed into his hands would do- and when he saw Dorjan turn down the drink, the unicorn decided to down it instantly, knowing Dorjan hadn't realized what it would do.

In mere moments, a familiar, if intense sensation rocked his body. Very calm in comparison to some of the other guests undergoing their own changes, Anthony was quick to remove his tie and vest, folding them neatly- they were expensive, after all. Then, his body began to ripple and surge. In shuddering waves, his muscles began to tighten and expand like overfilled balloons. He huffed as his chest expanded like the tide rolling in, his arms and legs inflated, and his back flared out. With a bracing grin, Anthony grit his teeth as the last burst of energy hit him, strength burgeoning in every part of his engorged body, every bit of him titanic in size, and in sheer mass and scale, finally bigger than Dorjan, Anthony's crown jewel being the magnificent, sprawling canyon that were his pectorals, pushing past his muzzle by feet rather than inches. Huffing and smiling, Anthony flexed his engorged arms, biceps the size of boulders pressing into his mammoth chest as inflated muscle kneading inflated muscle. He made certain Dorjan was watching, even if Anthony's view was filled almost entirely by his pumped chest- the horse needed a reminder that the term "big brother" was a lot more transferable than he might think.