Growth
#4 of Andronic Love
Henry Vandermont was the first heir to the Vendermont fortune and estate. He was a fifteen year old coyote with deep gray fur, innocent green eyes, standing at five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred pounds even. Thin would have been an understatement to call this young furson as he was the male of the entire Vandermont family with having a premature birth and using a respirator for the first half of his life just to try and fight for breath. It was only recently that the young coyote could walk around without the machine and he was grateful but that didn't change the fact that he was still almost a wisp of a fur.
Currently the teenager was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror and trying hard not to scowl at his own visage. It always made him sick to his stomach to watch boys his age running, jumping, wrestling, playing, and doing ordinary things they would usually take for granted while he could barely run a block without getting winded. Taking a soft white rag from the rim of the sink the young heir dipped the cloth in the hot running water under the tap and soaked it before beginning to wash his face and muzzle to the underside of his neck. Scrubbing furiously, Henry used the heated water to try and rub his face down as if hoping that when he looked up he wouldn't see himself reflected in the mirror. A vain attempt but something he had done for years since he could walk around without aid.
Once the young coyote was done cleaning and making himself respectable he walked out of his gargantuan sized bathroom and into his room to pick out what to wear. Going to his closet, the teen bypassed all of the designer labeled suits that his mother and father bought for him to wear and chose a casual pair of slacks and button down shirt before grabbing a pair of sneakers on the top shelf. Not exactly the attire for an esteemed billionaire's son but today was an off day since it was Saturday. His parents should be downstairs mulling around while the maid fixed breakfast so no one would mind him showing up informal today.
Dressed, Henry patted himself down and then walked out of his room into the hallway. Unlike other affluent fursons, the Vandermonts didn't spend excess amount of money when they didn't have to. Everyone within the family was actually rather frugal when it came to spending on themselves but they did keep up appearances when out and about. There were three cars in the garage; the family had a maid, butler, and a gardener but that was it for the household staff. Every member was trusted within the Vandermont's household, had been thoroughly checked for background and then made places within the coyote family home. Despite reputation, some of the upper class people on this side of the world did give a damn about their employees and even treated them like family. Not one of the people hired had been reprimanded or fired and they never found their employers overbearing or disrespectful.
It was something to know that furs with more money than some nations could be almost friendly. The father of the house was James Vandermont; a tall white furred coyote male who had an iron fist when it came to business but a passionate heart for those in need. He was a surgeon that specialized in burns and cancers for fursons of all ages and was highly respected amongst his coworkers and peers for being a miracle worker. Taking time to sit with his patients and talk with them, help them understand what would happen and how he could make them and their transition better, anyone coming into the hospital with severe trauma was sent to James without a second thought. He had a high rate of having recovering patients despite dismal chances predicted by other doctors but James just shrugged off the naysay and did what he did best, saved lives.
The lady of the house was Eleanor Vandermont; a practical and levelheaded black coyote female who stop almost opposite of her husband when it came to thinking and acting.
While that was necessary as her career as a District Attorney needed her to keep a somewhat detached air about herself and her feelings however, when not at work Eleanor was a sweet woman who had some very...interesting quirks. Henry sighed as he walked into the living room and then into the kitchen when he remembered his mother once coming to school with him and taking over the lesson plan when the teacher hadn't been there because of a car accident. The students, seventh graders at the time, had worshiped the ground she walked on for her playful mannerism and jovial teaching skills. Instead of using the lesson plan she had thrown the books in the garbage and had all of the students talk about themselves and how they felt about school.
Opinions flew through the air everyone had something different to say and an array of ideas about how the schools should be run. It was the most embarrassing day of Henry's life as a few of his classmates made rather, lewd comments on his mother's tail and at the time Henry could only grit his teeth and bear it since it would be even more embarrassing to get detention by his own mom for smacking the speaker in the muzzle.
Henry still had nightmares about his mom coming back to school again with him and he prayed everyday that she would never ask him for a ride to school again. The midnight furred coyote often used that as teasing punishment to taunt her son whenever she was in a good mood and it never failed to make Henry's fur stand on end.
The gray coyote scented the air and felt his stomach rumble from the smell of Louise's cooking. The tiger maid always whipped up the best meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and took delight whenever the family complimented her. Her eyes would sparkle and her muzzle would twitch in that feline way the denounced joy before turning back to whatever she was going with her hips and tails swinging side to side.
In the kitchen James and Eleanor were eating breakfast while reading the paper and muttering about whatever caught their attention while Louise mulled around the sink washing up a cup in her paws before setting it in the dish rack and taking hold of a plate. Henry found his servings of pancakes, sausage, and eggs waiting form him on the stove and grabbed it up before sitting with his parents and began eating. There was a comfortable dim around the small titled area as the sounds of munching, chewing, and muttering passed over the entire room until the doorbell rang and Henry perked his ears and looked to his parents. The older couple looked just as curious as their son and Henry shrugged before getting up and going to answer the door.
The hyena butler that was on staff had just opened the front when Henry strolled up and watched a delivery guy hand the older furson a package and then walk away. Jeffery, the butler, gaped for a moment until he shut the door and turned around to see Henry leveling a questioning gaze at him. The hyena stared down at the parcel in his paws and then handed it to the gray coyote.
Name written in elegant cursive on the mailing address the fifteen year old couldn't figure out what was going on until he saw the PDC label on the bottom of the box. Like a flash the young heir was out of the living room and upstairs before Jeffery could blink and the only evidence he had been there at all was the crumpled looking carpet Henry had left in his wake. Shaking his head, the brown spotted hyena went to get the vacuum and begin cleaning up before making a note to himself to check on his young master later.
Henry nearly had a panic attack when he looked at the package's label and saw those three bolded letters on the back. He had forgotten about his little stunt and what was in the parcel within his small paws and thanked heaven for his rapid recollection. It had all been a stupid dare by one of his best friends. Just something teenagers did to be teenagers. Not thinking and rebellious Henry had borrowed his dad's credit card, logged onto the PDC website and bought something on a whim. It was just some sexual enhancement stuff but laying in his hold right now, the item in question felt like dynamite. One misstep and he would be in a world of trouble.
'If Jeffery had looked under this and seen the label... I don't even want to think about! Stupid Alex, goading me into doing this!' Henry clenched his fangs together and growled as he swore to get retribution on the fox that had conned him into buying this thing.
That slick vulpine could talk the devil into doing community service and the coyote was going to make him pay for this if he got in trouble. How, he was uncertain but Henry would still make him pay...
Inside of his room the coyote teen shut his door and carried the package over to his bed and then looked at it. A simple black box covered with thin glossed plastic with embroiled letters on it. Nothing to out of the ordinary save for the three letters that everyone knew about; Printer's Devil Company or PDC for short, the biggest erotic company in the world. The company was known for its exotic items used and distribution around the globe and Henry felt more than a little unease about having something of this nature in his room.
'Stupid Alex and his teasing!' Henry snorted.
Alex was a talkative, excitable, and voyeuristic vulpine and didn't care if anyone knew about it. The fifteen-year-old fox was always wearing clothes to show of his developing body and just loved to caress himself in front of his best friends. Tossing off his shirts onto Henry's muzzle and then touching himself all over while wagging his big, fluffy tail about like it was nobodies business was a common place thing for Alex and he did it every-single-time he came over the coyote's house. Worse was when the other boy would bring his magazines with him and then start to paw off through his clothes while making whining noises and yelps before touching himself directly on his sheath and fondling his groin making wet spots on his shorts.
And of course Alex wouldn't let Henry get away with being uncomfortable whenever he whipped out one of the PDC's magazines and unabashedly talked about what was in them. The other teen would strip off his pants, whip out his sheath from within his boxers and stroke himself until his hard cock was ridged and pulsing with veins before he would tackle Henry to the floor and mock mate with him by humping the coyote's front until he came all over his gray fur. Every time he did so Alex would be left with white sticky cum on his body and his ears laid flat on his head as he tried to not blush.
'Why are we still friends?' Henry thought as he bent his head and tried to recall.
That was until he had remembered all the times other furs would pick on him for being small and Alex would beat them up along side their other friend Justin. The other teen was the same age as his two friends but was a bigger built Labrador.
Justin Davison was a chocolate furred Labrador that stayed on the other side of the neighborhood from either Alex or Henry. While his family was not as wealthy as either the fox's or coyote's, Justin's family was well off and good folks. His father and mother both worked for the state department which often left the young teen alone at times so he was easily coerced by Alex to spend time with Alex or himself. Justin, for the most part, was a shy canine who didn't speak much and didn't have many friends. Reserved to the point of being aloof the lab spent many days by himself working out on a exercise set given to him by his parents at his request.
While Henry was small by nature, and Alex was of normal stature for a fox, Justin beefed himself up by being physical and active. He ran, swam, jogged, wrestled, and exercised every day while going at it for hours at a time. His body had bulked up and since puberty was striking him in the tail his body was growing accustomed to the strenuous activity to the point where not exercising at least an hour a day made the lab feel sluggish and lethargic. It may not have helped but Alex was always touching the lab on his chest and abs while telling him how cute he was and how much he would grow into a well-hung doggy in the next couple of years making Justin blush and wag his tail happily. That was usually the time the fox would get on he knees and sniff and paw at the canine's crotch while licking over his groin causing the sheath hidden inside to thicken and then set his cock free.
As Henry thought about it he wondered if Alex had conned him into getting this growth stimulant stuff just to get the coyote big enough to grope. The Vandermont heir wouldn't doubt it as Alex was very assertive about his wants and tricking someone into doing something for his own benefit was right up the fox's alley. The gray coyote looked at the box and then curled his lips up over his fangs as he thought about his situation. While it might be fun to try and do something like this without his parents finding out, did he really want to?
Alex aside, did he really want to try this stuff out on himself?
Henry gulped before reaching out and taking the wrapped package in his paws and then tearing the plastic off. Dropping the filmy covering to the floor, the young coyote opened the top flap and pulled out a small silver cylinder before letting the box flop to the floor. The container was a foot long with a pop off cap and had that sanitized smell the same as chemical factories did, that made the young furson sneeze. Never minding the smell, Henry opened the cylinder and then shook out a small vial of white liquid with a cork stopper. Nothing outstanding to the naked but then the coyote didn't know what to think. Taking the cork off of the vial Henry lifted the bottle to his lips and then swallowed the stuff down. The taste is sweet, surprisingly and when all of the medicine has been engulfed he tossed the container and glass vial onto his bed and waited.
It was then after taking the enhancer that the Vandermont heir noticed a piece of folded paper on the floor next to the plastic and bent down to pick it up. Unfolding it, Henry looked over the warning label and then a set of instructions. Basic things like one dose per furson, wait three hours for effects to begin and then have fun. Kind of weird to see the last bit in bolded print but Henry shrugged it off and then set about tossing the packaging in his waste bin in his bathroom.
With nothing else to do for the rest of the day the young coyote sat around listening to music on his computer and then played a few video games. He didn't feel any different throughout the entire time; even more perplexing was that Henry didn't feel anything even when the three-hour time limit was up. The coyote sighed and finished off his gaming for the day and then called up Alex to tell the fox that the whole thing was a bust.
"What do mean it didn't work?!" Alex ranted on the other side of the phone line. Clearly the vulpine teen wasn't happy with the situation but Henry felt like he was the one who should really be angry. All that trouble and he didn't have anything to show for it, makes stealing his dad's credit card seem almost worthless.
"Sorry man. Guess it doesn't work on anyone as young as us." Henry couldn't help the slight smirk on his muzzle, as he knew that Alex was in his room having the biggest conniption fit possible.
"Damn it! I was hoping to get to see you with a much bigger dick when I came over with Justin tomorrow. This is a real downer." The vulpine sighed and clicked his teeth together before settling down and talking without seeming so disappointed.
The duo conversed for a long while until Alex had to get off the line and deal with something his parents had called him for. Henry, feeling hungry, went downstairs to the kitchen and then fixed him something before returning to his room and surfing the web for the rest of the day. Dinner was uneventful since James and Eleanor spent most of their with each other in their bedroom and the hired help went about their own duties so there was little conversation and everyone departed for their rooms for the night.
Henry washed up and then went to bed, completely forgetting about the whole PDC thing and not worrying as he snuggled into his covers and drifted off to sleep. However, that didn't mean that the substance still in his system had forgotten about him. The enhancer liquid that Henry had taken was not what he thought it was. An accident at the inventory plant had mixed up the chemical distribution and the little coyote had taken a special brand of nanomachines that were meant to go to the laboratory in another city. The tiny machines were supposed to have gone for testing without setting off suspicion of the higher ups at the company and currently they were filtering through the coyote's blood into every corner of his body and then they began to activate as the teen furson begin to have a nocturnal emission.
As Henry felt his cock rise out of his sheath as he dreamt about a certain red fox and brown furred canine both mounting him from both ends of his body the nanomachines began their work spreading throughout the youth's bloodstream. The tiny machines were specifically built to interact with a furson's natural growth to encourage muscle development and tissue reconstruction. By infiltrating inside of a host body, the nanomachines could reform a furson's structure from the inside while seemingly appearing to the outside eye as a rapid growth. Henry squirmed in his bed as his body grew accustomed to the invaders and then accepted them as they began to work on reconfiguring his body.
The nanomachines worked to repair his damaged or decelerating muscle growth that caused Henry to be as small as he was before destroying the unnecessary and harmful cells in his body that would get in their way. Once that was done, the micro machines worked on creating new cells from the cells already present in the youth's body and then sending them to parts of his body that needed them most desperately to least. As the night went on Henry's lungs, heart, stomach, intestines, and other organs expanded while nerves sent electric signals to his brain stimulating the need for growth and development causing his enlarged body parts to rapidly produce blood and other fluids into his body.
Muscles and tendons contracted and stretched while Henry's skeleton gained definition and hardened beyond the normal density of a regular fursons. While the insides reorganized themselves to fit the larger body part, the nanomachines worked on the outside of the coyote's body producing more skin, fur, and tissue to compensate his growing form. Head, neck, shoulders, arms, paws, and chest filled out first followed then by the lower regions. Muscles that Henry would have never had even in his prime filled out the teen's body and causing him to squirm around more in his bed kicking his covers away. His rapidly expanding body filling his bed to the brink as the coyote rolled around to find comfort in his sleep.
As the top half was widening so to was the lower half as abs, waist, hips, groin, thighs, legs, feet and tail shifted further down from where they were and enlarged. Henry rolled back and forth onto his steadily uncomfortable mattress until he finally rolled over and onto the floor, coming awake. His much heavier body met the floor with a resounding thump that shook the entire room, jolting sleep right out of his system. A gasp tore through the young coyote making him shudder as his body finally came to a halt with its development. Henry got up off of the plush carpet and rose up almost all the way to the top of the ceiling, which was about eight feet tall. His ears brushed against the white painted wall above him before he ducked his head down and began to look down at himself.
Staring down at his body, the coyote could barely recognize himself as he found his body was about eight and a half feet tall, muscles upon muscles under the fur, while his paws and feet looked like they were the size of tires. Arms, legs, and calves were as thick as telephone poles with rope wide veins pumping blood rapidly through them from his enlarged heart. His fur was courser than he imagine as Henry ran his paws over himself to feel if any of this was real and his claws cut into his skin making red appear on his fingers announcing that he was not dreaming. The sharp pain dulled quickly as the gray coyote noticed that his shallow scratch had healed and knitted over itself in an instant.
Gulping, the fifteen year old teen looked at the red stain on his clawed finger and then watched as it dripped down on onto his sheath. Green eyes bulged when Henry noticed how large his sheath was and how heavy his hanging sac felt. His once average sized groin was now enormous as the young furson guessed that his sheath alone was about a foot in length while his twin orbs encased in his pouch of flesh had to be no less than the size of ripe grapefruit. Reaching down to touch himself, Henry grabbed his sheath with his massive right paw and then fingered himself before sliding the tip of one steel like talon inside of his furry tube.
The warmth inside of his cock holder burned against his finger, as the tight and wet insides seemed to almost swallow that digit down and then hold on to it like a glove. Ignoring the feeling for right now, the teen pressed against his soft coyotehood and then arched hips when he felt a bolt of pleasure run up his spine. Pressing down deeper, Henry was gifted a feeling of euphoria as he rubbed over his soft glands and then watched as his sheath bulged out obscenely and his maleness push from his slit with his finger inside of it. It was morbidly fascinating to see the tip of his appendage inside of his cock before his large ears swept over the ceiling and rotated behind him.
"Son, are you al...ri...ght? Ugh?" Henry snatched his claw from his half hard cock and turned to face his dad right and just as he was about to say something Eleanor appeared right next to her hubby.
"Oh hon, leave him alone. I'm sure Henry just doing that boy thing you used to do when you were his age. Dear? Darling? Jason?" Eleanor couldn't figure out what was wrong with her mate until she watched his jet-black muzzle turn towards her and babble something.
"Hen...ry...big...ugh...yeah...he's...uhm..." the older male stuttered as he tried to find the right words before his white furred wife turned to her little boy.
The sight of her son in his current form stilled her blood before she looked down at him and then back up to her face before turning towards her husband.
"Dear, I think we sit down with Henry in his room and talk about this situation after you go and wake up Louise and ask her to bring some coffee and call Ernest." Eleanor's voice was detached as she ordered her husband to go and get help without panicking. Jason nodded his head before waving at his son stupidly and then taking off to find the tiger maid.
"Now as for you. Would you mind setting back and sitting on the floor so that I can come in. The hallway is pretty drafty out here." Henry did as commanded by his mother and watched as the lady of the house went and sat on his bed after making sure she wasn't about to sit in anything.
"Now then, what happened?" Eleanor flicked her ears forward as she wanted to hear about this entire outcome before Jason stumbled back inside.
The gray muscled coyote bent his head down and sighed before explaining things to his mother and then waiting. After the explanation the white coyote breathed a sigh and then looked at her only child.
"You're grounded for two months." Was the first thing out of Eleanor's muzzle before she got up from the bed and went to collect the package container from the waste bin in the bathroom.
Turning the box over, looking at cylinder and the vial, Eleanor nodded her head and sat everything on the side of the bed and then looked at Henry.
"When your uncle gets here let him examine you and then we'll decide what to do next. Also, you will tell your father what you did with his credit card and then I want you stay in this room until we decide what to do next, understood?" Henry felt tears come to his eyes as he looked at his mother and then nodded at her.
"Anything you have to say for yourself?" the white female coyote asked with her arms crossed over her shoulder.
"Thank you!" Henry huffed.
"For what?"
"Not hating me."
"Why would I do that? Just because you did something reprehensible and foolish doesn't mean I would stop loving you Henry." Eleanor stood and walked over to her son before hugging him around his neck.
"I mean about how I look now. You're not mad or scared are you?" Henry's worst fear of being rejected by his parents kept swimming in his head as he cried into his mother's embrace.
"Heaven's no. You're my little boy no matter how you look. A size change doesn't mean much to me, since I can still tan your hide mister! Now you stay here and I'll find your bumbling father." Eleanor dried her son's face on her nightgown and then kissed him on the snout before walking out of his room and going down the hallway.
Henry sighed as he dipped his head down to his chest and thanked god that his mother didn't despise him. While sure that his dad would come around once the shock had kicked out of him, Henry let out the rest of his pent up emotions before putting his paws to his face and then sobbing.