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?Zev threw his backpack into the corner, the empty sack landing on the carpeted floor with a dull thup. School always syphoned the energy from the fox, but he knew that at the end of a long day he could come home to his computer and relax. He cracked his knuckles as the machine whirred to life, the black tower glowing with blue lights while the fans swirled and collected dust. His chair swivelled when he sat in it, taking him for a little spin before he grabbed on to the wooden desk stained with food stuffs and other more unsavory substances. The twenty inch monitor displayed a background image that somebody had drawn for him - a nicely toned fox standing in the autumn winds, looking over his shoulder back at the camera with a confident smirk. The artist sure did have quite the imagination about the fox's build. Zev was by no means a model in shape, not like the way the picture seemed to depict.

Said artist pinged Zev, a chat window opening up on his monitor. The 5'7 vulpine relaxed in his seat, preparing himself for a pleasant conversation with the British creator. Together, they regularly engaged in some outlandish discussions, and more than a few exchanges of one of the fox's greatest pleasures - growth, the concept of getting larger and larger, nearly limitless. It helped that the person on the other end, sitting in front of his laptop somewhere over the Atlantic ocean, happened to be a fox as well. One of those species things where they get along so well because they understand the nuances of one another. Zev read the opening line with a smile on his face, eager to see what sort of shenanigans would be taking place today.

"Hey there, big guy," the message said, along with a winking emoticon. Zev chuckled, for he knew that the other fox meant the sentiment honestly. Zev wasn't tall, but he did have some bulk to him, over one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle and fat on his frame. He didn't have the visible abs he coveted, though he did posses beefy arms that strained his shirt sleeves, and the signs of pectorals that would be spectacular were he to lose some weight. Greg just had a tendency to embellish the truth, in Zev's mind. Not that the cross-fox cared, it made their little online romps that much more interesting and enjoyable for the two.

They exchanged greetings and casual banter, prodding one another on things like gym schedule and current projects in the works. Greg always seemed to have a sketchbook open while the two chatted, and Zev delighted in trying to guess what the fire fox was working on. It never failed to impress Greg how accurate Zev's guesses were, but the cross-fox simply knew his friend well enough to make educated conclusions, and nothing more. It happened this time as well, with the usual follow up comment from Greg. "Well maybe I should just draw you all huge and muscly in there. After all, that'll make it true."

"I dare you to," Zev replied, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. No doubt Greg would have a nice long role playing post describing muscular development and straining clothing, a fox getting bigger and bigger, packing on muscle and filling up with more brawn. One of the many interests the two shared and often indulged in, being so casual with it as to write little growth sequences in the middle of their regular conversations. Zev did love it when they went all out, really busting the keyboard to try and come up with something snappy and fresh that would outdo the other one. It wasn't easy to reinvent the growth wheel, to come up with unique comparisons of size. They found a way when it called for it.

The text appeared on screen, exactly as Zev expected. He read and parsed the sentences, describing exactly what he figured would happen - a t-shirt getting so tight that it outlined the curves of his pecs, pants straining to hold in the bubble butt, and abs revealed from the increase in height. It didn't make Greg predictable, it made him reliable. Zev could always count on Greg to touch the subjects that would get Zev riled up, make the cross-fox squirm in his seat and just itching to pull down his pants. Restraint kept him in check. The good parts were yet to come, assuming they would get that far.

As Zev prepared to type his reply, he felt his sleeve constrict his bicep. Uncomfortable with the restraint, he rolled back the offending length of fabric, his eyes meeting with a rather wonderful surprise - his bicep was expanding, rounding out ever so slightly in his vision. The delineation between shoulder, bicep and tricep becoming more pronounced each second he stared. It wasn't limited to his arms either. His chest puffed against his shirt, a button on his polo popping off to make more room for the pectorals contained within. His stomach flattened, the excess chub on it evaporating, showing off the cobblestones that covered his stomach. Adjusting to the seat took some time, as his rump took on a firmness and heft that forced him to sit in a different position. Greg needed to know about this, it was their fantasy becoming a reality right there and then.

"Don't tease me like that," Greg replied with a smile at the end of his sentence. Zev promised that it wasn't a joke, that he had actually just put on muscle mass right there and then, and that he needed some way to prove it. "Well I'll draw you a little bigger, I didn't finish the sketch just yet." Zev waited, hands gripping on the armrests, waiting for what would happen. At first it seemed like nothing, until the tightness in his jeans intensified in the crotch. The fox moaned, feeling like he was hitting a state of horniness he only felt after reading several stories without getting off in the process. The bulge in his pants told him enough, though his eager palm groped it anyways.

"Did you have to make that bigger to test?" he texted, earning himself a smiley of a tongue sticking out. "Keep going, keep going!" It seemed selfish, but he wanted to experience this to as far as Greg was willing to take it. Considering how extreme they had gone in the past, the two might actually get a chance to meet in the way they so often imagined - walking across the ocean and encountering each other halfway, embracing in the warm water with the world shrinking around them. Zev toyed with his new package, keeping it entertained, though trying to hold himself back from doing much more than that. It wouldn't do to release so soon if he could save it for somebody more important.

That fulfillment never came, however. Greg offered a hasty "phone" before disappearing, logging out of the messanger. It was a shame, they could have had so much fun together, it would just have to wait until next time. Most likely the British vulpine would go to sleep, the five hour difference in time between the two preventing them from having prolonged conversations more often than not. Undoubtedly Greg figured the discourse was just that - words shared electronically. The night was still young for the Canadian, and he needed to test something, whether it was the sketching itself that actually caused the growth, or the interaction over the Internet. Neither option really made any logical sense, not that Zev cared. He needed a patsy, and there were so many options on his list. Another fox would be best, he felt. Keep it in the species.

Sirus Starseeker usually hung around online, and though the two didn't chat often enough, Zev had a soft spot for the smaller platinum fox. The little guy rubbed Zev in all the right ways, and those goggles he wore just screamed adorable. It helped things rather extensively that the smaller fox enjoyed growing Zev as much as Zev enjoyed being grown. And what was the harm in the occasional forced rampage if it meant seeing somebody else have a smile on their face? It's not like anybody really got hurt when they just wrote it in words to one another. Today might be different, though... Zev hoped he could steer it away from that just this once. He'd make it up to Sirus later somehow, maybe by showing up at the goggle fox's doorstep. Wouldn't that be a surprise.

After exchanging hellos and some quick how are yous, Sirus jumped right into action, pulling out the ray gun he so often employed and firing it at Zev. The short messages flew back and forth, detailing such things as a shirt shredding apart, some pants straining to hold in the muscle, and a very giddy and excited Sirus. Zev didn't have to wait long to see the results manifest themselves. As they wrote it, so it happened to him. The polo ripped, exposing a thick chest with a deep cleft between the pectorals. Below that he possessed a full six abs, each large enough thanks to the height increase that they compared favorably with apples. And his jeans were groaning to contain quads and calves driven to feel the sweet caress of air on fur. All this added up to one factor concluding for Zev - the messangers itself were making him grow. Whatever the reason this was happening now, he didn't care.

Though he would have been content to leave things like this, he had forgotten about one of Sirus' more regular pranks. The platinum fox wrote about his growth ray pointing at Zev's package, and firing off a larger beam than those used to fuel muscle and height growth. While not opposed to this in concept, in practice it would likely make things very difficult. But there was no way to tell Sirus to prevent that course of action without sounding like a jerk - why would Sirus believe Zev if the smaller fox got the message "no stop it'll actually make my junk massive"? If anything, with Sirus' tastes, he would simply continue. Thus with nothing to do, Zev gripped himself for the inevitable.

His package ballooned in size, going from the nice and big he was before to twice that in a few seconds, the zipper of his pants busting to make room for the growing genitalia. Moans and snarls passed his lips, trying to keep from outright cries of pleasure from the assault and pressure on his wedding tackle. Much to his beffudlement, the boxer briefs he wore stayed intact, stretching but unyielding to the growth of his endowment. Larger it puffed, sagging over the denim, starting to cover up his quads and knees. It didn't stop until it hung off the chair, weighed down by gravity and pulling on his groin rather painfully. He had to heft it up with both hands and reposition it on his lap, but this made getting to his keyboard rather difficult. He grabbed the writing apparatus and placed it atop his bulge, the big balls jiggling as he typed, trying to keep a cool face as the role play between the two continued.

The fox with his ray gun wasn't finished, though. As often happened, Sirus used the device to create a more dominating and forceful Zev. Though not a physical change, this mental alteration took hold of the fox's mind, a shift in attitude that he could feel as his fingers trembled over the keyboard. How far would this actually go, and could he keep it in control? As it progressed, he started to wonder why he should hold back, others should be willing to submit themselves to him. He quickly shook his head, trying to break out of that mentality. He wanted to be big, feel proud and maybe even boast, but didn't want to go so far as to start thinking less of others. It just wasn't in his nature to be that cruel and demeaning. But when all was said and done, he did have a rather strong desire to break something, even if it was just a little paper cup crushed in his palm.

It was at about this point in the session that Zev would start writing about how he was going to take the platinum fox's ass, plow into that tight hole even if the little guy couldn't quite manage to fit all the meat inside. Before the paragraph could finish, Sirus had to leave. "Supper". Foiled by food, Zev thought, feeling how the backrest on his chair didn't quite reach to his shoulder blades anymore. Just how tall had he gotten already? His balls ached, wanting attention that he just wasn't willing to give them quite yet. They needed some more time to build and properly set before he was willing to test them out. Likely an orgasm would knock him unconscious at this point.

"Sup," popped the window on the screen, another from the long list of chat buddies messaging the now improved upon fox. Dragonien. Zev smiled to himself. When chatting, Dragonien had a habit of trying to downplay the fox's size, keeping the little ones down, as the dragon put it. Not to mention the ceaseless teasing Dragonien prided himself upon, the ability to get another riled up and antsy, yet love the rascal anyway. Truth be told, Zev did find Dragonien to be exactly as he presented himself - a good friend who cared about others even if it sometimes didn't quite look that way. The trick was just to avoid Dragonien in one of his foul moods, as that usually ended in a fox getting sat on by a giant red butt.

Casual banter didn't happen all that often between them. Dragonien tended to jump either straight into a role play session or send over a link to a youtube video that he found humorous. Today was a play session, where dragon started by describing his room, the sights and smells of his lair. A bed, some posters on the wall - the eight foot four dragon spared no effort in glorifying his living space, going down to the detail of the polish on the floor. An alchemy set bubbling on the desktop caught Zev's attention in this particular iteration. It proved the adage: dragons scheme.

Zev described himself as best he could in his current state, some eight feet tall himself it seemed and with a beachball shoved into his boxer briefs. His musculature managed to hold on to it, the vulpine like a bodybuilder in terms of size and weight, nice and juicy pecs just waiting to get some attention. It wouldn't come from the dragon though, that wasn't what was going to happen here and the fox knew it. Whatever this was, it was going to be on Dragonien's terms, but it didn't hurt to try and show off his own build.

"When did you get an upgrade?" the dragon asked, showing no sign of surprise. He didn't wait for a response, just launched right in to his own section, furthering the plan he had obviously concocted at some point and was only now getting to put into motion. Zev could do nothing but wait for the next wall of text that would flash on to his screen, and undoubtably bring about another change to his body. It was becoming an increasingly wonderful day for the fox.

As the story unfolded, Zev became increasingly aware of the dragon's ambition - to convert the fox into another draconian. The potion brewing on the desktop consisted of various ingredients that Zev couldn't recognize by name, and Dragonien's own blood. It was supposed to combine the vulpine DNA with a "draconic improvement", as the creator of the mixture put it. Zev had toyed with this idea before, becoming another animal for the sake of fantasy and fun, but to actually experience it was another matter. He didn't ruminate on it for long. He replied with a positive, taking the concoction and downing about half of it, just to avoid the full effects of the substance.

Dragonien provided the heft of the description, which Zev only half read. Thankfully the changes were minimal, the fox getting to keep the majority of the features he had grown accustomed to for all his life. His tail remained fluffy, his fur stayed soft and attached to him, and his ears continued to be pointy and capable of wiggling. The colouring changed, however, and the orange pattern he loved darkened, patches turning a deep green before spreading across, removing any trace of the former colour. The black stripe over his back and tail, the black socks on his arms and legs, the white fur of his chest and stomach - those remained untouched. His nails grew sharper, though his hands kept the soft padded paws. Talons, he realized. The claws clicked on the wooden floor, signailing a similar change down there.

Something hot welled in the fox's throat, trying to force its way out of his mouth. Like gas after downing a soda, Zev couldn't keep himself from burping, his eyes going wide when the gout of fire sprang from his muzzle. He clamped his snout shut, holding it in place with his hands and glaring at his computer. Dragonien certainly had some interesting ideas, and though Zev did like the idea of this, it seemed just a tad dangerous. Fortunately, Dragonien included a clause that stated the vulpine would instinctively know how control the flame sacs within. Relieved of that tension, Zev enjoyed the last few changes to his body brought about by the dragon - a small set of ivory horns budded from behind his ears, barely noticeable because of his hair. Appearantly his muscles were denser too, allowing him to lift more, though it was not a change Zev noticed, only knew must be true because it was in the words on screen.

Satisfied with his creation, Dragonien listed the various terms and conditions of being part dragon. Things like remembering to stay away from gas and other flammable objects. In short, it summed up to be proud of the dragon blood, and don't let anybody else tell him otherwise. Zev, in his own cheeky fashion, replied that he would be more proud of his original fox blood. This earned him a smack through text, and a scripted laugh. As the new hybrid wagged and settled in to the changes, he couldn't resist rubbing in the fact that he was not massively endowed to back up all that draconic strength. Dragonien didn't believe a sentence of it.

After the dragon's continued denial of what Zev insisted was reality, the conversation simply dropped off. This happened from time to time with Dragonien, the fox having long since learned that he would never understand how Dragonien decided to do things. One moment it was chatting and links, the next it was off to play another game. It wasn't one of those things that needed contemplation, though, so Zev moved on, testing the newly acquired features of his body. Flames licked the inside of his nose, which made him sneeze violently a few times. The lack of fire during those sharp exhales demonstrated to the fox that he wasn't going to set his house ablaze by accident, something he approved of considerably.

Now he was getting greedy, wanting more of these unexplainable and sudden transformation. When he checked his messanger lists, the majority of the people were set to away, and those that weren't didn't generly indulge the fox in growth. Still, they would be happy to spend some time with him anyway, especially with his new look. Ziude would be a prime example, as the hyper active wolf simply loved to think of the fox as huge and masculine. Incredible amounts of silliness and threats of blocking aside, Ziude's endearing nature made him a prime candidate for teasing. Plus, the goofy canine turned every chat into something hilarious and fun. Zev typed out a quick hello and waited for the next round of fun to begin.

"Oh hey there stinkybutt," Ziude sent back. Zev rolled his eyes. He'd forgotten about the wolf's obsession with the fox's rank odor, Ziude going so far as to sniff the vulpine butt. They joked about working together and projects, naming their company after Ziude's nickname for Zev. It didn't upset Zev- quite the opposite, it just served to be another touching charachteristic of the wolf - but Zev so rarely indulged in that particular aspect that he didn't quite know how to work with it yet. Was it really acceptable to force somebody to smell his ass even if they really wanted to do so? Ziude never complained, so in this case it must have been fine. "You reek," Ziude said. "Can smell you walking back in the door."

The stench in the fox's room magnified, becoming a dank cavern of musk and male perfume. Dried cum on towels he used for clean up gained the boosted effects of his odor, adding to the overall raunchy scent wafting through his nose. His bulge stirred, loving the way that smell reminded him of men, thick heavily muscled men who know just how much of a turn on they are to others, and aren't afraid to show off their goods. As the cock contained snuggly within his boxer briefs began its slow ascent to hardness, the fabric grew damp, sweat pouring off of the suddenly overheated vulpine. The miasma of the male increased, to a point where he could taste himself in the air. Zev licked his lips, appreciating every second he got to enjoy the rankness of himself.

"Phew, you stink even worse than usual, or at least something does," Ziude typed in before the fox could reply. "It sure does smell over here." This made Zev quirk an eyebrow. Considering the rest of his conversations, he'd assumed that the changes only took place on his end of the screen. Ziude implied otherwise, which meant the fox had some more testing to do on the matter. He lifted his arm, exposing his pits to the air, and buried his muzzle in there, overtaken by the urge to eat and lap at the moisture that dripped from that crevice. Straining from the stiffening length held within, the boxer briefs dug tightly into his rear, creeping into the crack and conforming to every detail of his butt.

Enthused and driven by lust, and a bit bolder than normal thanks to Sirus, Zev scrawled his message as fast as his one hand would allow, the other preoccupied with stroking around the girth of his nuts. "Well why don't I just shove you into my underwear. You'll have nothing to smell but fox at that point." Ziude offered a giggle, and said that he would volunteer himself to go exploring the depths of that musky package. Thinking about it made the fox rumble, his chest rippling with the sound of pleasure.

When it actually happened, Zev moaned, feeling a smaller body trapped inside of his briefs, stretched out obscenely now with the combination of junk and wolf squeezed together inside. He needed to check. Zev pulled the waistband back on his briefs, the elastic complaining as it snagged on his hips, trying to spread out but unable to break the last bit of restraint. Sure enough, inside he found the wolf he expected, Ziude's grey and white furred face as unmistakable as the ponytail that hung behind the canine's hair. Ziude smiled up, looking like he'd just won a luxury cruise trip around the world. The waistband snapped into place, and the wolf's body, curled up against the fox's malehood, squirmed and rubbed against the semi hard member. The briefs grew translucent from the combination of sweat and pre that soaked into the fabric.

Just as the fox reached full erection, the briefs tented obscenely to accomadate the pole that stretched out nearly as far as the fox stood tall, Ziude vanished as quick as he had appeared. The screen flashed, Ziude's message window containing the answer to the mystery - the wolf needed to get some things done, and though spending time in a huge male's pouch would be lots of fun, he could do that later. Zev sighed, as he'd been hoping to keep Ziude in there for the rest of the day. It was no matter, another victim would likely come along and replace the wolf's position. With some luck, Zev figured he could get at least two clinging to his balls. He bid Ziude goodbye, reminding the wolf to take a shower so that he wouldn't smell so obviously of fox stench.

While browsing over the list of people to pester next, Zev's ears picked up on the sound of something popping, like a soda can with too much gas exploding on impact with the concrete. Before he could take a look to see what was happening, a large, heavy, and floppy object landed on his head, blocking his eyes from seeing anything aside from the blackness. His nose wiggled against the offending object, hands searching to remove it from his vision. When somebody groaned with pleasure behind the fox, and he realized that he was groping a package nearly as large as his own, Zev grinned. Somebody else was learning much the same as the fox about the power of messanging.

"I see the vulpine found a treat for himself," the voice said, deep and teasing. Zev rattled through the list of people who liked this sort of thing, trying to figure out who would give themselves a large set of balls and still stand taller without breaking through the ceiling of the small room. He sniffed at the orbs hanging over his face, trying to get a scent outside of his own. "Didn't realize you smelled this terrible, might not have come here. But you've definitely got goods to rival my own. At least at the size mine are currently."

"Kaji?" Zev guessed, coming to the conclusion that it must be the draolf currently standing behind the fox. "How did you even get here? We hadn't even started a conversation yet."

"I'm a god, as I keep telling you." Kaji stepped back, letting Zev finally turn around and see the mutt standing there, not a spec of clothing covering the athletic body of the dragon-wolf hybrid. Zev had more muscle on his frame, though Kaji stood easily more than twice the height of the fox, somehow avoiding the roof. "I can do whatever I want." Zev smirked, taking the keyboard off of his package and putting it back on the desk. When the fox stood up to compare himself to Kaji, the vulpine found himself at eye level with a nice set of abs, and his muzzle right up against the wolf's thickening cock.

Zev didn't get a chance to ask anything more. The forceful god had his paw on the back of the dragon fox's head, and the heavy draolf member slipped into Zev's maw. Pre dribbled down the Zev's throat, the taste of it divine, like the nectar described in Olympian myth. Inch after delectable inch of shaft filled his eager muzzle, his throat bulging as the cockhead met with the tight passage, pushing into it with minimal resistance. Zev's nose bumped against the draolf's sheath, right up against the base until Kaji's knot pushed out, forcing the fox's head back.

"Somebody has been changing a fox, it seems." Zev barely paid attention, He was getting a free meal, and was finally getting the opportunity to indulge himself in something purely sexual, rather than the teasing and hints from previous conversations. The briefs clung to existence, fighting to contain the raging erection that rubbed against the underside of Kaji's balls. Zev used his hands to caress those low hanging orbs, full of protein and nutrients that Kaji claimed were just the thing foxes needed to stay healthy. "Well no reason I can't throw some more things of my own in there, now is there?" The draolf growled, his hips thrusting in time with the fox's bobbing, the two working together to make that impressive member explode.

Kaji didn't take long to release, but the flood that followed lasted longer than Zev would have thought possible. Torrents of cum filled his stomach, making his stomach grumble as it tried to contain all the cream. When he was satisfied, he tried to pull off, but Kaji wasn't done yet, keeping the fox locked on to the pulsating fire hose. Zev's stomach began to lose its definition, slowly fading out row after row of abs, the whole set replaced with a taut gut that expanded to the point where it rested atop his giant junk. Kaji's knot deflated, withdrawing back into the sheath as the orgasm ended. Satisfied, the draolf leaned back against the fox's bookshelf, looking at the change he wrought to the vulpine. "Now that's a start, but you need one more thing. Don't think i didn't notice how hot your mouth was, somebodg's gotten some dragon in you. But you need a little more." Kaji snapped his fingers, and Zev's stomach bounced, firm from the volume of cum stuck inside of it.

The fox's green fur swayed in a breeze that didn't exist. It undulated, dancing to a rhythm of its own. He ran a finger through it, unsurprised to feel the softness of the covering. What caught him by surprise was the volume of fur on his belly. Far thicker than he was used to, he could probably hide his entire hand within the fuzz if he tried to palm his belly. Fluffier the fox became, to the point where it was hiding the definition of his muscles, though not so much that it keep him from looking simply like a ball of hair. More like the bear build that some people loved, and the fox found enjoyable once in a while. He did have to admit that the gut just looked better with all that extra fur on it. His jaw cracked, making him wince, as it broadened slightly.

"There, part wolf now. Dragon, fox, wolf, now that's quite the combination of things you've got going there." Kaji leaned down and nipped the chimera's ears, making them wiggle from the attention. A beeping noise filled the air, stopping once Kaji lifted up his wrist to look at a watch that wasn't there. "Oh good, Sitku's home." He smiled down to the muscle-gutted beast. "He takes priority, so I'm going to vanish." Kaji chuckled. "Foxes are wonderful." And without so much as a puff of smoke, Kaji was gone, his mark left on the hybrid who owned the room, and who was now horny to the point that cum was dripping through the boxers and falling to the floor.

Cramped, uncomfortable, and restricted by the ruined undergarments, Zev tested his new strength on the offending material. He grabbed the elastic from the sides, barely grunting as he pulled and ripped the softened fabric apart. It made a squelching noise that caused the chimera's ears to twitch in appreciation, sounding so much like cum splattering. The dampness of his body, now magnified with all that extra thick fur, gained a new layer of coating as his bobbing erection sprayed pre over his form. A tower of penile might stretched up from his groin, the head just about ear level with the endowed hybrid. He hugged it to himself, mashing the flesh into his pectorals, trying to squeeze it into the cleft of his chest.

"Care for another to join in?" Zev opened his eyes, unaware that he had shut them in his bliss. Before him stood a mountain of a lion, 16 feet of perfection from toe to ear. Like Kaji before, this behemoth remained standing despite the low ceiling height. Either some of the god's power continued to manifest, or the feline had power of his own. The lion's mane rustled as the beast shook his head, the braid hanging from his chin swishing much like the chimera's tail at the sight of the muscular cat. Bulging with muscle, smelling of musk that rivaled Zev's, and with a package as equally impressive, the two could have been equals, save for the height differential. The lion's meaty length twitched before Zev's eyes, quickly stretching and growing, reaching an erection that surpassed the might of the hybrid's.

"Nieve, what brings you here?" Zev knew the lion was fey, a being of magical prowess. Why he should decide to show up now didn't quite register in the former fox's brain. There was too much lust, too much acceptance of the paranormal for him to really consider that there should be no reason for the visit. It meant a huge lion, one who looked ready to get down and dirty along with the lusty three species mix. Zev needed no reason to question the lion's motives, simply to welcome the stud with open arms and a ready cock.

"Somebody's been playing with a fox. I'd been hoping to spend some time with a purebreed, but if you're going to be a mixture, well, no reason we can't add in a little lion." Nieve winked, his paws reaching out for the hybrid's chest. Underneath the heavy layer of fur, Nieve struck gold - a pair of sensitive nipples the burned with desire the moment the lion's thick paws found the nubs. Zev yowled, his back arching as he surrendered his chest for the feline's pleasure. Nieve's hands twisted and tugged on the nipples, drawing out a river of cum from the chimera's erection. "That's quite a fountain there. It needs a little extra splash, though."

Soaked already, Zev wondered how he could tell that the fur on his chest was getting increasingly damp. Yet he knew that fluids were coming from somewhere aside from sweat, and with the lion's hand placement, the option seemed obvious - Zev's nipples were secreting cum. Not milk, for the raunchy smell of male odor skyrocketed as Nieve teased out more liquid from the nubs. Zev's arms shot up, trying to reach as high as he could towards Nieve's chest, wanting to return the pleasure he felt, like somebody jacking his cock through his chest. Nieve purred at the sight of Zev's enthusiasm. "One larger stud, coming up."

Zev's body shook with the growth. Each passing moment brought with it a surge or height, muscle, and cock. At the instance he could manage, Zev latched on to Nieve's nipples, the platter sized point oozing sweet cum into Zev's muzzle. His tail swished behind him, their dicks rubbing together, clearly loving the experience and feeling of having a male worship their bodies as only a true man knows how. While Zev sucked and rubbed, Nieve pinched and twisted, together experiencing the merest hint of pleasure they knew could be attained.

Fur added itself to the hybrid's face, leaving only his cheeks and forehead uncovered with the lengthening hair. Zev wanted to reach up and touch it, to feel something like a beard manifesting itself in a minute, but he didn't want to pull away from the lion's expansive chest. Even when Zev reached the full 16 feet of the feline, the hybrid stayed stooped over, intent on milking Nieve for nourishment and pleasure. The lion's grunt, powerful moans of euphoria, caught Zev's ears, the only encouragement needed to continue on the current course of action. Cum dribbled down their bodies, the two massive rods leaking against one another, getting their partner coated in potent juices.

Climax gripped them, the two using arms and faces to nuzzle into the cock flesh wedged between belly and abs, between pecs leaking with the same fluids that erupted from the pillars. It blasted the ceiling, denting the roof and raining down around them, covering the bed, books, and computer in their seed. Neither seemed to notice, too focused on enjoying their orgasm and pushing the other to hit a peak beyond their own. Zev played with nipples and balls, Nieve stroked cocks and the ass of the hybrid, all the while both roaring their delight. By the time they both finished, huffing and standing up, facing each other eye to eye with two cocks blocking most of the view, the room appeared to have received a fresh paint job, all in goopy white semen that dripped down the walls.

Nieve pushed the dicks to the side to give Zev a kiss, the mixture of fox, dragon, wolf, and now lion rumbling, the freshly formed mane bristling. "I think I'm going to try doing this with Kindle right now. It's hard to satisfy a lion, as you can tell." Nieve pointed to the pair of rock hard erections. "Quite a treat to participate with you, don't think I won't be back for more later on." Zev smiled, about to explain that he would anticipate that moment until it happened, but Nieve was already gone, the fey disappearing as he had come, without pomp or fanfare. Such a shame, Zev would have loved to get a chance at some feline ass. His cock throbbed with life, unsatisfied yet.

Consumed by lust, Zev needed somebody who could fit his cock. There were a few options, but one in particular would be easy to get a hold of, a demon wolf who had taken a shining to the fox's writing. The demon in question had granted Zev the right to know a summoning spell, but was told to use it only in emergencies, as there would be no way for the demon to resist coming immediately after finishing the incantation. Zev had memorized it, though never made use of it. Now would be the perfect opportunity. Arcane words that lacked meaning to him passed his lips, the taste of acrid brimstone bubbling on his tongue. It felt completely different from the fire that burned in his lungs, this was bitter, with the aftertaste of charred toast.

A coloumn of flame lit the room up, blowing out shortly after to reveal a red furred wolf. Zev had trouble seeing the canine, as the demon stood only at 6 foot four, not even reaching the height of the hybrid's balls. "You called for me, hun?" the demon said, his tail already swishing with the thought of being summoned by the fox. When the wolf saw what he was dealing with, his eyes went wide, his nose flaring. That caused him to take in a deep whiff of the pungent male aroma, making the wolf's sizable three footer springer to life. "Who touched my fox?" he demanded, trying to sound defensive despite the looks of adoration and lust.

Zev laughed, his body booming with the mirth. "Relax, Skarlath. I'm just fine, been having some friends visit, and I need a little help right now." The towering hybrid bent over to pick up the wolf, Zev's gut pressing against the top of the massive erection, the head of which smashed through the ruined bookshelf. Standing back up, wolf securely held in large paws, Zev's head bashed into the ceiling, causing him to wince as debris fell from the roof. Whatever enchantment had kept him from breaking his house before was now gone. Considering the progression of things, Zev doubted that it would matter for very much longer. "I need a wolf on my cock, and you're stretchy enough to handle it, right." Zev brought his cock to him, holding it close with one arm, using his free hand to position the wolf's ass at the head. Without any ceremony, Zev thrust his hips.

Penetration went off flawlessly. Skarlath howled, the huge meat bigger around than the wolf's body sliding inside of the tight rectum. His demonic nature left no chance for anything else to occur - the wolf was designed for sex, and could handle it no matter the situation. As each tantalizing inch slipped deeper inside the wolf's bowels, Zev noted changes to his own body. Everything seemed to heat up, like his fur was catching ablaze from standing in the hot sun too long. The horns on his head ached, spiraling like a ram's, though maintaining that ivory colour of a dragon's. Fangs poked at his tongue, sharp piercers that could tear through the thickest of meat or provide the perfect love bite. "What's happening?" Zev moaned, not entirely caring. The wolf was so tight, and there was plenty more cock to shove in.

Skarlath watched Zev's shifting form with a grin, loving how the muscles on the chimera bulked up again, pecs keeping the mane encased vulpine face from looking down. "Part of the rules, hun. You fuck a demon, you become a demon. And wooooooof! You make one fine demon!"

"But I don't want to steal souls, I just wanted a tight wolf on my dick." Said dick had managed to worm itself deep enough inside the wolf that it was forming a bulge in the wolf's belly, distending the abs and forcing the stomach to conform to the cockhead.

"Silly fox, or whatever you are now. I've told you before, just because you're a demon, doesn't mean you're evil or vicious." Skarlath squeezed his rump, trying to clench around the prodigous equipment of his lover. "Sometimes it really is just about the sex." Zev could believe that, and enjoy it even more. He grabbed the wolf's body, pushing the demon down and forcing the rest of the cock inside. Skarlath didn't look like a muscular wolf anymore, more like a furry cocksleeve with arms and legs. The demon groaned, begging for more, the two past the point where they wanted to talk about anything other than getting off. Zev would thrust, Skarlath would tighten his sphincter, and together the two got into a steady rhythm of sex. Throwing in some of his own demonic magic, Skarlath blessed the chimera with a larger endowment, just so the incubus could feel the malehood inside of his body stretch him out farther. Zev grunted his approval of this arrangement.

Balls hanging midway to his shins, Zev couldn't hold on any longer. He gripped the ceiling with his draconic claws, tearing it apart. Furniture from the kitchen above cascaded down, bouncing off of the two demons engaged in rutting. Orgasm triggered, Skarlath spewing his load on the chimera's guy, Zev firing his own into the wolf's stomach, filling up the canine like an inflatable pool. Skarlath's climax left an obvious yellow-white stain on the hybrid's tummy fur. The demon wolf's mid section bowed out, packed with tainted fox cum that refused to leak out from either end of the furry condom. The red ball was more semen than wolf when Zev finally finished his climax, still rock hard and embedded inside the blimped out demon.

"Again!" Skarlath cried, unsatisfied by the amount of fluids he retained. A scowl crossed his face. He swore under his breath, "I swear, Lucifer picks the times when I'm having sex to call me, just to piss me off. Sorry hun, duty calls." That brimstone smelled overpowered the musky stench of the room, accompanied by a puff of smoke and flame. The tightness around the chimera's cock vanished, leaving him once more alone with an erection that just wouldn't go down, no matter how many of his friends he got to enjoy it with.

Without the distraction of sex, Zev took note of the restrictions to his movement. His head was looking into the kitchen, the cabinets and dishes strewn about from the quakes his antics had caused in the house. If he grew much taller, then he'd probably be able to break on through to the second floor as well, and at the point he figured the house would just come crumbling down around him. Unwilling to wait that long, he brought his corded arms up, busting through mortar and wood, cutting wiring in the walls to allow himself some freedom. Punches to the plaster brought the structure down to the ground, the hybrid's torso visible through the wreckage. He pulled himself out of the debris, standing over the houses in the area, cock dribbling pre over his neighbour's roof.

"Finally," the quad limbed beast before the hybrid stated, arms crossed over two rows of pectorals, brawny to the same degree as Zev's. Before one another, they looked identical in their build, but the feline's additional ligaments added a whole new level of sexy to the stud's body. Zev drooled along with his dick, wanting to get himself lost in the extra limbs of the man before him. The lion's light blue eyes shimmered, the white tufts in his otherwise tawny brown fur contrasting with the dark brown of his mane. "Remember that story you wrote for me? Well I'm here to return the favour."

Zev chuckled, taking a step forward, the concrete cracking under his weight. Giants embraced. "So I guess that means it really is you, Yuri. How did you manage to get those arms?" His hands caressed the biceps of the lion, testing to see that every extra bump and sinew was as real as it looked. They certainly passed the exam, each of those four mounds of glorious bicep and tricep unyielding to squeezes and gropes. Yuri looked pleased with himself, and the lion's pride throbbed against Zev's leg. Distracted by plump pecs and wonderfully carved arms, he didn't notice the needle in Yuri's lower left hand, nor did the chimera feel it injected into his underarm.

Yuri rubbed the multi-species' sides, Zev groaning softly at first. The low grunts turned into winces of pain, the lion attempting to sooth Zev's unease. "Just let it happen," Yuri whispered, stroking over the nubs forming under the hybrid's arms. "You're going to love it." They kissed, Yuri overpowering Zev's muzzle, forcing their tongues to mingle inside of the canine snout. Their arms intertwined, Yuri's two sets surrounding Zev's one. That was, until the hybrid's second pair sprouted, bones cracking as they formed a fully functional pair of limbs, the additions quickly wrapping around Yuri. Together, the giants fell to the ground, causing a minor quake in the area.

Rolling around, they squeezed, groped and fondled, using their excess parts to attack multiple locations at once. Yuri kept two paws on the hybrid's cock at all times, jacking it with a slow and steady rhythm timed with a soft brush over Zev's cheek. The chimera wasn't nearly as gentle, nor as subtle. Paws grabbed the feline shaft, the other two going straight for the muscular rump of the current companion, kneading those lower cheeks with strong fingers, occasionally running a claw under the lion's tail. Yuri shuddered and moaned into Zev's mouth, the kiss unbroken as they rutted, trying to get the leg up on one another.

Neither showed weakness, to submit would invite the other to dominate, to take the hard earned hole. Their cocks thrust between pectoral clefts, Zev's second set blossoming into a pair as impressive as his first. Trapped against the giant's bodies, overstimulated by the constant contact, their cocks spewed pre that flooded the streets, clogging up the drains that were supposed to deal with rain, not the thick and viscous liquid of potent males. Zev used the lubrication to rub at Yuri's pucker, never slipping a finger inside, merely hinting at the idea to drive the lion a little wild with passion. The feline's growls, the way his body shook in the hybrid's arms, made Zev grin wider each time he felt that sexual shudder.

Though both valiantly attempted to hold off ejaculation, they could not resist the allure of release, certainly not that brought about through the four hands of another monster of muscle, cock, and size. Yuri, trapped under the hybrid's body, was the first to roar, window's shaking in their frames as the lion's cum fired forward, landing with a splort four blocks away. After the second shot, Zev was loosing his semen as well, cum mingling in the air and raining around the two, landing in their manes. They rubbed the cream into each other's fur and dicks, making them slick with the juices. It didn't really do much for Zev, who's fur couldn't possibly absorb anymore spunk, but for Yuri it made a difference, the lion looking more white than brown with the cum coating him.

Zev bent his head low to get a taste of the lion jizz, finding it to have just a hint of spice that reminded the hybrid of cloves. He didn't get another sampling, for by the time he'd thought to try it, Yuri's orgasm was ending, the last of the cum mixing up with Zev's, making it impossible to distinguish whose was whose. They lay panting on the ground, the streets and houses covered in white goop that could have been mistaken for snow if not for the warmth of the day. They lay panting together, still locked in their hug, unwilling to let go. Yuri forced Zev off and to the side, allowing them to lie with noses touching one another, eye to eye.

"Well I'd stay longer with you, Zev," Yuri paused to kiss his partner, "but I know there's somebody else here who wants to spend some time with you." Zev tilted his head to the side, obviously confused. The feline laughed, his sticky mane shaking out some of the cum. "While I was passing through England, I got a request to take on a passanger. He said he was looking for a fox with a massive schlong. I'm pretty sure he meant this." Yuri grabbed at Zev's dick, squeezing it tight with all four hands. The chimera yowled as pre blasted out into his own face. "I think it's only fair you two get to spend some time together. I'm going to go visit some other friends here, see what they think of me like this. See ya real soon, fox! Well, I guess that doesn't really work anymore. But see you soon all the same!" Yuri licked over Zev's nose before standing up, letting the heavy balls of the feline drag across Zev's cheeks. Zev watched as that leonine ass bounced into the distance.

"Hey there big foxiething!" a small voice squeaked from somewhere around the fox's knees. The behemoth had to shuffle backwards a few steps to see the person calling up. Waving with incredible enthusiasm, a smaller fox with nicely formed muscles ogled the green furred titan. The little vulpine seemed perfectly ordinary in colour and size, though he did possess a significantly larger bulge than most foxes of that size. That, and his ears were tipped with brown hair. He ran towards the mutant, snuggling into the muscular legs. "Mmmmmmmf, you are a big guy aren't you!"

"Is this an admirer?" Zev asked, trying to get another look at the fox down there, but the view was blocked by heaving pectorals and oversized gonads. It didn't really matter to Zev, there was somebody small getting off on his body, and it would serve as a temporary distraction. "I may be big, but I wish I was bigger. Gotta be the most endowed male of all time." The chimera laughed, his shaking legs throwing off the fox, who landed on his rump.

"I can help with that," the fox exclaimed, bouncing up to his feet and grinning. "Granting wishes is what I do, and I can't resist a wish like that." Zev groaned, reaching down to grab his nuts, to feel them expand in his touch. They swelled dramatically, rapidly, crashing into the ground with a thud and going beyond that, forcing the chimera's legs apart to make room for more sac. His cock was quick to catch up, softening for the first time in what felt like hours, flopping over onto those nuts as it reeled towards the ground. Cum smeared the street, adding to the general mess and disarray of the neighbourhood.

His muscles reacted positively to the excess testosterone, pumping up the monster with brawn. Pectorals that kept him from looking down bloomed, tilting his head back. His arms wouldn't go past the forty five degree point, and he could only reach his cock by smashing his pecs into each other, two rows of globular strength resting above an eight pack of couches. Hips cracked and widened, allowing him to adjust his stance yet again, the muscle on his leg managing to squeeze his sac from both ends. Rising to the occasion, his cock throbbed and began to lengthen, but its weight kept it from extending upwards. It lay on the street, quickly growing towards the wish granting fox.

Recovering from the surge, Zev huffed, trying to grab at his cock and pull it towards him, but unable to reach it with all the muscle in the way. "Can't believe I didn't recognize you Kit, sorry about that." Zev grunted, bucking his hips and causing pre to jeteson from the slit of his member, the fluid drenching the visiting fox from ear tip to foot. "How about I grant a wish of yours now? What can this giant stud do for you, aye?" The mushroom head of Zev's member poked at Kit, continuing its steady rate into erection.

Kit hmmed and hawed, looking up at the mutant, back at the cockslit, and then shrugging his shoulders. "I've got an idea." He shoved an arm inside of the slit, the limb easily inserted into the gaping hole. Zev roared, a fresh torrent of pre blasting out and knocking over Kit. The fox giggled with excitement, getting back up on to his feet, pushing shoulder deep into the hungry dick. "But you'll have to let me inside, I think. Open up, big guy!" Like passing through a curtain, Kit slipped into Zev's phallus, the giant squirming against his balls, trying to do something but barely able to move his legs forward without losing his balance. There was nothing to do but let Kit have his fun.

Zev felt each step the fox took inside of that pillar, the way hands and feet stretched his eurethra, the heat of the body within leaning against the passage walls. It wasn't something Zev had experienced, and it drove him insane trying to cope with the pleasure without being able to touch himself or reach climax. His balls ached, the cum backing up and making them swell larger by the second. Unable to spread his legs any farther apart, the chimera was forced to sit atop his sac, using it as a bean bag cushion to support his own weight. Tantalized by the euphoria coming from about midway in his dick, Zev wanted nothing more than to just blow a load right there and then, but whatever Kit was doing in there, it prevented the titan from reaching orgasm.

An ear splitting shriek left Zev's mouth, palms opening as he looked to the sky, eyes watering from the intensity. It was not pain that caused the outburst, but pleasure, overwhelming pleasure that could fit no description. The spot within his cock, that place where bliss radiates from, grew more sensitive, larger and more suseptable to touch. Kit was expanding the chimera's g-spot, making it so that even the air around the malehood caused shivers throughout the muscled body. The fox's exit from the cock managed to be more intense than entrance with the heightened senses. By the time Kit was back in the open again, dripping with cum and smelling of semen, Zev couldn't think beyond sex and getting off. "I think my work here is done," the smaller fox declared.

"And mine's just beginning," came the booming male voice from behind Kit. The fox looked up and gawked, scampering out of the way and into the shadows to make way for the thunderous footfalls of the golden beast. Sunlight glinted off the dragon, making every scale shine and sparkle. The brown hair tied back in a ponytail swayed in the breeze that rattled the blue beads around his neck. "It takes a god to handle a cock that big. Kaji told me there was some fun going on here, glad I showed up when the real party was beginning." The meaty talon grasped the mutant's cock, causing Zev to cry out.

"Draco?" the chimera managed between gasps, the stimulation blanking out the concept of words and communication. There was only sex, the need to get off, to dump his cum into a willing mate, or have a massive meatlog shoved into his orifices. Anything that would make him larger and experience an ever more extreme and bizarre form of pleasure. Draco would be an amazing candidate for any of these things, but the dragon could be a little unpredictable in just how he chose to enjoy himself. Zev just wished the golden god would get on with it already, the tension in the hyrbid's balls needed some release fast.

The dragon kept stroking along that shaft, his own member dripping pre over Zev's cock. "You know, I thought Kaji said you were only a mixture of dragon, fox, and wolf. But that mane sure looks like you've got lion in you too. And those horns just scream demonic. We should do something to help people know what kind of blood you've got flowing through your veins." Draco snapped his fingers to the accompaniment of bone crunching. Zev yelped, feeling eight protrusions extend from just above his butt, an assortment of tails growing out to join his original fox one. Of the eight, two were a fox's brush, two were wolf-like, two had the poofy tip of a lion's, and two had the strength and dexterity of a dragon's. "Figured you could use a little power of your own, too. So you've got the added bonus of being a kitsune.

"Now that I've helped you, time for a little give and take. And boy have you got something I want!" The dragon straddled the glorious meet of the mutant, getting the nearly purple with need cockhead up against his hole. Zev had but to thrust his hips to get himself impaled on the dragon's ass, an action that never occurred thanks to the dragon's forcefulness. Draco willing submitted himself to the penetration, groaning as the cock slipped deeper and deeper inside the dragon's bowels. Like Skarlath before, when Zev hilted himself, the bulge of his cock made itself known in the dragon's belly, distending the golden scales. Draco rubbed over the outline of the shaft, trying to spur the kitsune to reach orgasm.

Zev didn't need much coaxing. The resulting load of spunk could have filled a small pond full and still have had enough left over for an Olympic sized pool. Driven by passion, Zev grabbed Draco's head in two hands, pulling the dragon forward into a fiery kiss, snout and muzzle bumping together in a dance of inflamed passion. The dragon thrummed, his chest vibrating against the hybrid's. Draco's member swelled with his own cum, the spunk blasting against Zev's muzzle, splattering against the two of them.

Draco's stomach filled with hot cream, expanding into a gut similar to Zev's, trapping the draconian cock between the two. As the pair kissed, Zev caught a strange taste in Draco's mouth. They seperated, both awed to find something white dribbling over the dragon's lips, running down his chin and into the cleft of his pec. Zev licked that white fluid off, sampling it before breaking into a grin. Cum, his own cum at that. "Hot," Draco managed before the two were back at it, sharing the hybrid's semen between the two of them. Even when both finished their orgasms, they continued to indulge in a sloppy make out, taking up globs of Draco's jizz in their paws and bringing them into the kiss.

As they shared their impassioned and fluid filled tongue dance, their bodies packed on size and mass. Neither questioned where the source of the growth was coming from, and they didn't care. Cock still embedded up Draco's ass, Zev marvelled at the muscle of the dragon's, how the scales warped around the sinew, steel hard to the touch, yet smooth like skin. They inflated rapidly, to the point where Draco experienced a problem the mutant had become acquainted with for a while now, that of being unable to see past one's own chest. The cock wedged between their bellies spasmed as Draco fired his second load, unable to take the pressure of six pecs and two guts pushing into it. Zev broke the kiss to take a mouthful of dragon spunk into his muzzle before sharing it with the climaxing Draco.

Bucking into the dragon's bubbling butt, Zev swallowed the mixture of cum the two had passed between one another, feeling it ooze down his throat. The kiss ended, the two grinning at each other as they watched Draco's malehood fire like a rocket, load after load coating the two, making those golden scales dull with the viscous white cream. "Zev, I'm gonna do us both a favour here. You sit tight," Draco stopped mid sentence, using his feet to poke at the kitsune's testicles. "You aren't going anywhere, I think. So just hang on, I'm going to be back with some friends. Then we'll have some real fun." The tightness around Zev's cock vanished along with the image of the stuffed dragon. What remained was a phallus that towered over the mulit-armed freak, defying gravity as it stretched into the heavens, causing a shower of pre to cover the landscape.

He hadn't realized just how large he had gotten with Draco, but it looked as if he could cover a city with his balls. It wasn't enough, though. Now that he was getting wishes and dreams fulfilled, he wanted more. The setting sun on the horizon didn't matter to the kitsune. What were night and day to a beast who could reach orgasm again and again without ever feeling satisfied? Food might be an issue, or at least until Draco came back with those friends. Then they would have plenty to dine on, a buffet of protein options, hot and straight from the source. His cock bobbed merrily before him, just close enough that he could hold on to with his four hands, pull it into the white fur of his chest. It smelled beyond sex, a combination of musks and odors of males who had given it attention and ridden that dick. A little burst of flame passed through his nostrils. Rather than searing the cockflesh, it only felt like pleasurable heat, like three mouths working on it at the same time.

The flash of light caught his attention of the corner of his eyes. It appeared red, like a laser pointer with coruscating beams surrounding the centre cone of light. He didn't think much of it until it slowly moved, inching its way closer and closer to the demon mixture. It made contact with his cock, turning the pinkish flesh red in the light, but otherwise offering no effect. Curious, Zev watched the beam move along his length, similar to copier scanning the information on a piece of paper. After traversing the full length of meat, the red light focused on Zev's crotch, just above the base of his member.

If his body could have moved, Zev was sure he would have rocketed backwards. As it was, he merely swayed atop his packaging, groaning as the heat in the area of the laser intensified dramaticly, a stove turning from off to broil. Fur sizzled, the muscle of his hips stretched, and the pleasure of the whole situation kicked in again, reaching a crescnedo that shouldn't have been possible. The demon part of him probably kept him from passing out, allowing him to experience the supreme euphoria of these transformations and enhancements. This one was going to take it all to an even higher level.

A growth formed above his cock, right at the centre of the red beam. It pushed itself out, snaking along the top of his cock. He couldn't see it, but the hybrid knew what it was based on the pleasure radiating from it, the way it felt like it stole the blood from his head and pumped it somewhere else - a second cock. Perfect, he decided, as that would give him one cock for each set of arms. The laser moved, finding a spot around the kistune's groin that wasn't being used as a cock base. Two dicked, both erect and stretching into the clouds, Zev didn't get the chance to enjoy that state for very long - a third one was growing in already. The light shifted position, even before the third one reached the same potential as its brothers. Only once the fourth cock burst into existence did the laser move somewhere else, focused now on the testicles of the multidicked juggernaut.

One for each paw, that's what he was thinking now that he could grab the bouquet of cocks, have them push against one another, slick from the juices that constantly flowed like rivers. How his production kept up with it might have proved impossible, but whoever was firing that laser knew enough to prevent such an occurence. This time Zev could actually hear a zap, the discharge of electricity into his ballooned sac. The package holding him doubled in size, then double twice more, filling itself with another 14 balls, a grand total of sixteen orbs contained with the sac. This ramped up the production to an insane level, the dicks no longer leaking pre. They were firing cum, the demon's nipples shooting the same substance with nearly as much force. Zev became blind to the pleasure, blind to the world around him.

Were he to open his eyes, he wouldn't see much anymore, anyway. The increased testosterone in his body bulked him up to freakish levels, encasing his head in the brawn that he so adored. His pectorals forced his head back, then trapped it against the lats and shoulders. When he flexed, or rolled his shoulders, it squeezed on his head, muffling all sound to the point of becoming silence. His arms were forced to releases his cocks, made to stick out from his body at a perfect ninety degree angle. Biceps fought for room with pectorals, the triceps on the top row of arms pushed up by the balls of power from the two underneath. His arm pits lost the crevice that should have been there with his arms raised. Only by the patch of hair and the rank small the eminated from it could one tell where the pits should have been.

Zev didn't know much about the world outside of himself now. There was nothing beyond the wall of muscle, nothing that existed past the cocks, the balls, and the sensation of growing larger. If something pushed against him, he didn't notice it, his bulk incapable of feeling anything that wasn't meant to be sensual. When the voice spoke to him, it came from within the confines of the muscle, somebody right beside his ear. He tried to flick those appendages, but they too had grown too muscular for movement, now serving the sole function of listening.

"Glad you're enjoying my growth satellite," said the voice, accompanied by a purr. "It's Vee, by the way. I'm just checking to see if this thing works, and you made such a nice target down there that I couldn't resist. Looks like it was a huge success." The cheyna snickered, Zev's moan could have been either from the pun or his own arousal. "I'm gonna try and find my way out of here. You've got some cocks that I'd just love to get my paws on. Giant mutant foxes, damn. Somebody got real lucky today."

"Was it this man, though?" announced the booming articulation, the vibrations of the sound waves causing Zev's dense musculature to ripple. Somehow it pierced through the mountains of brawn, along with the declaration that followed it. "Or perhaps his companions are the lucky ones." Fingers roamed over the titan's body, poking and prodding each distinct head of muscle, worming their way between the cracks and crevices. One digit dug into Zev's ass, finding the hot hole buried deep within to claw at it, causing the giant's pricks to spurt with renewed vigour. "It's been a while since I've had somebody freakish enough to really enjoy myself with, which makes me the lucky one here."

Heat surrounded the hybrid's bulk form every angle, warm and pulsating. The smell, pure male eroticism, wafted into his nostrils, just the scent of it causing Zev's body to quiver with growth. The cage of muscle encasing his head parted, making room for a force far more powerful. A similarly strength thrust between Zev's ass cheeks, replacing the finger that had been there prior with a much more massive length, the wet glans at the end telling him everything he needed to know - somebody was going to fuck him, from both ends at the same time. It was going to be glorious. Hot blasts of spunk cannoned into his chest, the pectorals pushing out disproportionately from the rest of his body. They retained nothing but firmness, diamond hard under the sticky green and white fur. A cock bumped against his muzzle, prying it open with insistent pushes timed perfectly with the thrusts into his rectum .

The voice of the unseen male groaned. "Tight from every end, my lucky day indeed." Juices flooded the mutant, his muscle gut rounding out, a ball belly that expanded to contain every ounce of fluid pumped into him. "It's Growan, by the way. You know, the bull you role played with. I saw your cocks in the clouds, and I just had to have you when the opportunity arose." A soft tongue licked over Zev's nipples, making them blast out cum from the moon sized nubs. "Do you know how big you are, even? Can you tell, trapped inside that prison of your own body?" The cocks pushed deeper inside Zev, meeting halfway in his stomach. "You're on the verge of becoming a god, and with just a little more help, you'll quickly pass through this universe. Nothing will manage to contain your size."

Countless hands caressed the swelling flesh of the mutant, a combination of gentle touches and strong grabs. Nothing was safe from the pervasive paws, nor the multitude of cocks that pitched around him. Zev would have grabbed them if he could have, started stroking and maneuvering over the lengths that extended longer than even his own galaxy spanning shafts. Changes released him from the need to see, he could feel the shape of the bovine lover through cock and fur, tactile sense the only requirement for him now to understand the darkness around him.

Zev lost counts of the bull's arms at 24, the cocks more than double that, with balls to balance out the total. Muscles thicker than Zev's adorned Growan, the behemoth spanning quadrants of space like one might relax in a hammock. Freakish, that was the word for it. Bizarre, strange, otherwordly, and erotic. A second cock managed to work itself into Zev's rear, fighting for room with the first, making the kitsune experience the same thing he'd done to others - nothing more than a toy for somebody else's sexual enjoyment. No wonder they had allowed this sort of treatment, it was bliss undiscovered, warmth and security knowing that somebody larger was handling the rough stuff while taking some of their time to pleasure him.

Growan's cum bloated the hybrid, but the gut never grew any bigger. Quite the opposite, it shrank, the semen redistributing itself throughout the molested body, repurposed for something beyond nourishment. Each volley of cum from the gigabull added on thousands of tons of mass to the demon impaled from two sides. Zev's abs made a resurgence, a ten pack morphing into twenty, his midsection widening to make room for five rows or cobblestone, four abs per row. Arms erupted from the mutant's side, height adding up rapidly, trying to match Growan inch for inch, pound for pound. Cocks sprung to live, clusters of drooling rods smearing tainted juices that rolled over multiple sacs packed with hundreds of orbs.

With Zev's body fueled by the potent cum of Growan, the two worked on the short clock they had. The two cocks in Zev's ass sank deeper into him, but the one in his mouth pulled out, no longer able to manage such a feet thanks to their equalizing height differential. While Groawn remained stable, the demon hybrid's body mutated further, spines bursting from his back, a row of sharp spikes from the his neck down to his tails. The horns on his head curled, the sign of his demonhood advancing into three loops. Together they spanned more than half the universe. Another spurt of Growan's semen brought that to three quarters.

"One megaverse sized beast, coming up." Growan's roar made the stars shake and caused the planets to rock on their axises. Invisible walls fought Zev from every angle, trying to restrain the chimera. There was no hope of that, however. The constraint lasted mere seconds before Zev felt freedom again, the emptiness to just grow without end into a void, to experience the countless orgasmic rushes that never stopped coming. Perhaps another universe would be able to house the kitsune for a time, until it would become too small as well. Zev's ass ached, stretched out and empty. Where had Growan gone, the hybrid wondered? Zev's expansion continued, but a second bounding box never met his shoulders and legs.

"Welcome, mortal. Welcome to my realm." It was a voice unlike any other the hybrid had heard. It rocked him to orgasm, his multitude of cocks pulling out orgasms in a continuous chain, piling them on top of one another. "I have watched your progress, from small fox to the monster that you are now, standing before me. It is good that you can not see me, for the sight of my body in its true form would overwhelm your sense. Even in this more restrained form, I still tower above you, and will always be larger than you." A hand stroked over the chimera's cheeks. "We've spoken before, over the primitive device you use to chat with others through the internet. I am Kituneki, the god who sits on the platinum throne. And you have gained access to my realm, sparing your universe from demise. In this existence, there is always more space to grow, no limit on the mass we can reach. This is a dimension for those who crave to be the biggest, to expand without causing devastation."

Simply being in the presence of the god caused Zev's body to balloon, put on more mass than would be fathomable. Mobility returned, restricted though it was, muscles grinding in ways they were never designed to manage. His first action was to grab as many cocks as he could, holding them bunched between biceps and triceps, gathered up to row after row of pectorals leaking nipple cum. He wedged a cock between the fissure around his head similar to what Growan had done, allowing the chimera access to his own juices, to once more taste the heavenly musk his body radiated. Even his tails got in on the action, the draconic ones stroking, the others rubbing soft fur into shafts spanning distance beyond the comprehension of man. Before Kituneki, a being of such raw sexuality, Zev was reduced to nothing but a freakish mass of carnal sensation.

"Yes, that's it. Bask in your own titanic body. Reveal in your grotesque muscles, for to me they are beauty, a piece of art your world can't appreciate. Let me mold you and shape you into something more, so that you will know just a hint of what it's like to be truly enormous." There wasn't room for more muscle on the chimera, and yet excess piled on, in places that he thought were not possible. Zev's cheeks packed on brawn, his muzzle putting on extra girth. Nothing would be able to resist the force of his crushing jaw, save for another beast like himself. A beast. That's what he was now, nothing more than an animal with the sole purpose of sex and cum and muscle. To be an object of lust for another, to attempt to satiate his own desire on another, but never become satisfied. Forever he would cum, stuck in eternal climax, no matter what the situation. Only the intensity of the climax could vary, more powerful when actively engaged in intercourse.

One of Kituneki's cocks rubbed against Zev's abused hole. It plowed into the hybrid, skewering him like a normal person trying to fit a skyscraper into his ass. Cum slathered over Zev's rump, the nectar disappearing into the fur and muscle beneath. The mutant felt his back end stretching out, pushing itself farther and farther onto the too thick member. Muscle filled in the gap, new bone and tendons forming rapidly to join the front end of the hybrid with the back end. A second pair of legs flourished, along with a doubling of all the cocks he possessed in the front. He'd become a taur, four legs that supported his mass effortlessly, though he never had cause to stand. The hyper endowments beneath him, the myriad testicles included, would keep him from reaching any sort of solid ground that could be conjured up for somebody his size.

Kituneki wasn't done with changes yet, though. The two kissed, the godly being taking full control over the action, forcing his tongue deep down the taur's throat. In rapture as their lips pressed together, Zev felt no pain when two new heads grew between his shoulders, all three getting into the kiss with Zev's most recent lover. Kituneki pulled away, smiling at the creature before his eyes. "Roar, Zev. Show your might." The cerberus complied, howling his fury for those who could withstand such a noise. Flames spouted from the middle head, bolts of lightning from the right, and a column of ice from the left. "A gift, from your master. That is, if you will accept me as such. You will become my pet, made to guard my throne. And in exchange, I promise you limitless growth, a permanent cock up your ass, all the cum your body needs, and mutations beyond what you have reached now. Perhaps someday you will be able to withstand the full scope of my form." The god's lick was gentle, affectionate even, so counter to the rough way his cock plowed the chimera's sphincter. "What say you, Zev?"

The taur gave it zero thought. With two heads kissing, the third offered his own conditions. "I accept, though I have one more thing I would like to include. I would never have reached this size, this state, if not for those who assisted me along the way. My friends mean worlds to me, and though I should receive nothing but pleasure to be at your side, it would break my heart to be unable to see them. Even now, they await my return. So I will agree to stay with you, and even call you master, with the following condition - let each of them have the right to call upon me when they choose, and in the form that they find most desirous. I want them to know that should they need me, I am at their beck and call, ready to help them as they have helped me." The third head planted a soft kiss, all three pulling back afterwards. "Does my master accept?"

Kituneki smiled. "Your request is granted. Though you will remain here, doubles of you will answer the calls, and you will know everything your dopplegangers do, feel every caress they enjoy, experience the emotions and reactions those clones do. In this way, I have granted your request. Now, enjoy your first load as my pet, and prepare yourself for sizes incomparable to anything ever known." The cock inside Zev's ass surged, hot cum filling his bowels while the taur roared his bliss.

Elsewhere, Zev felt a muscular, slightly taller than average body enjoying some quiet snuggles with Greg. Sirus groped at the hyper package of another Zev bent on rampaging through a living room. A growing Dragonien in tight black speedo teased a draconic version of the vulpine. Ziude cooked a meal, waiting for Zev to come home from a long day at the gym, no doubt reeking of maleness. Kaji had his cock filling up a bloated version of Zev that couldn't move from the size of his gut. Together, Nieve and Zev spurred each other on to higher levels of male perfection. Skarlath happily announced the cub he was carrying in his belly to the great surprise and confusion of the vulpine demon. Rolling around over a forest, Yuri grappled with the multi-limbed Zev, trying to fight for who would get to fuck the other next. The curious Kit got to fulfill his own wishes exploring a fox's cock from the inside. Draco, along with a whole host of his pals, engaged in an orgy filled with growth centered around an immobile and willing Zev. Vee experimented with various drugs and technologies designed to make foxes huge. Growan utilized every trick he knew to help Zev grow, both striving to break the barriers of time with their sizes. And all this the taur felt while Kituneki rode the chimera raw.

How far he had gone in one day, from barely noticeable fox to monstrosity. And yet without his friends, people he knew first through messangers, none of this would have come to fruition. In his own line of thinking ee owed them everything he could, his body and soul to each. His request wasn't enough, he should have asked for more. But it would have been futile to ask for something different.

For his friends, anything short of everything was not enough for Zev.