Warning! So fare this story has Anthro M/F clop, Male Macro Muscle Growth, descriptive Anthro male and female nudity (though mostly with Big Mac), hyper growing male genitalia, masturbation, spooge, destruction, and many others.

The story will not contain. Torture, vore, scat/watersports, or anything witch involves death as a fetish.

In Big Macintosh's dreams, he becomes gigantic, growing until he towers above the trees and beyond. Convinced of the "deviancy" of these dreams and the sensual pleasure that comes with them, he decides to never tell a soul of his fantasies.

When a chance meeting in the Everfree Forest forces him to rescue Zecora from a pack of ravenous timberwolves, however, Big Mac is persuaded to reveal his secret desires. Rather than laughing at or insulting him, Zecora finds his dream arousing—and shocks him when she supplies him with a potion that she calls "Soul's Desire." Will the potion get rid of his dreams, or will it bring them into a liveing sensual god of masculinity and strength

After a'lot of debating with myself, I deiced to wright this. Don't read this expecting something like The New Boss or My Mortal Big Brother. This is pure macro fetish fuel at it's finest. This fic is an experiment for me, but I promise it won't stop me from writing "normal" stories.