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"What the--" Collin exclaimed as he stepped into his bedroom and a bucket of glitter fell down on his short, spiky black hair. The coyote's fists clenched as he heard high-pitched laughing coming from a pair of voices downstairs. Whirling around, he stormed down to the living room and over to the couch, where two similar-looking red squirrels played video games, or at least pretended to. He did his best to look as menacing as he could, sparkles be damned.

"Wow, Collin," Noah said through half-stifled chuckles, as he looked up at the growling coyote, "your new looks is really something. You should go like that more often."

"What the hell, guys?" Collin yelled. "You made a mess all over the carpet, and now I'm probably going to need to shower to get all this crap off of me!"

"Hey, it wasn't us!" protested Joel, trying to hide the smirk on his face. "We've been sitting here playing Xbox this whole time." He snickered, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his shirt.

Collin glared at the two for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and turned around. "If you two shrimps ever do this again..." Muttering under his breath, he started heading back to his room, shaking his head. "Unbelievable..."

Grabbing the handheld vacuum from the hallway closet, Collin sulked back to his room upstairs, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't like they were particularly bad roommates, he reminded himself as he started vacuuming the glitter from the carpet. True, Noah and Joel were a lot closer to each other than they were to him, having been friends since before high school. The two squirrels almost always could be found together, and though they were not actually related, they looked and behaved so similarly that most people referred to them as "The Twins". Collin had first met them about two years ago when they had responded to the ad he had put in the paper and agreed to move into the spare bedroom he was renting out. In the time since, the three of them had gotten along reasonably well. Sure, they fought every so often, but what roommates didn't bicker from time to time?

No, what really got to him was their pranks. The Twins knew how to press his buttons and get him riled up, like this whole glitter thing. They just usually found a way to make life more difficult for him, and he always seemed to be stuck cleaning up their messes. Luckily, he stood nearly a foot taller than either of them, so when push came to shove, he could make them see things his way and cut it out, or force them to fix things if he wanted to. "Really," he said to himself, "it should be THEM here cleaning this up, not me." But today, for this... it just wasn't worth the effort.

Deciding that the glitter had been removed as much as possible, Collin stood back up and sighed, throwing the vacuum down on the bed. His face still felt a little warm, and his hair still itched from the glitter stuck in it. He needed a shower, badly. Stripping down to his underwear, he stepped into the bathroom that connected his bedroom to the one Noah and Joel shared, stopping to check himself out in the mirror.

At first, his eyes were drawn to his ridiculously sparkly hair, making him look like some god-awful raver kid. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his blood from boiling. As he did so, his chest and arm muscles flexed out, drawing Collin's gaze in that direction. He liked what he saw in his own reflection. Perhaps it was a bit narcissistic, he realized, but he did work hard on his body, and that had started paying off handsomely over the last year or two. Turning to the side, he saw just how developed his muscles had become, a strong set of pecs with a washboard stomach, all enhanced by the neatly trimmed layer of light-grey chest fur. "Noah and Joel couldn't dream to look this good," he said, smirking. "Not in a million years."

Collin kept posing and admiring himself, too obsessed with his own physique to notice that a shadowy figure had appeared in his bedroom. Pitch black and nearly formless, the figure sat on Collin's bed, looking in the bathroom at the coyote, bright yellow eyes softly glowing in the void. These eyes narrowed into slits, as the corners of the barely-visible mouth turned upward.

"So, Collin, you seem to think you're quite the specimen of a man." The figure spoke at such a low frequency that the canine just a few feet away had no hope of hearing him, the words not meant for his ears. "It would be a shame if your little fantasy was shattered, wouldn't it? I think it's time for me to play a little... prank of my own. And I know just the two pranksters to help."

Collin finally turned away from the mirror and slipped off his boxers. Stepping into the shower, he let the glass door slam behind him and turned the handle towards cold. The water began pouring out of the faucet, masking a menacing laugh that came from his bedroom, as the shadowy form on his bed vanished into a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace that anyone or anything had been there.

---

Back in the living room, Noah and Joel both waited until they heard the slam of the shower door and the water start rushing out, then burst out laughing. "Did you see his face?" Noah exclaimed. "He was so angry with you."

"With ME?" Joel asked. "I'm pretty sure he was about to jump down YOUR throat." Without any warning, he jumped on Noah and playfully started to wrestle. "Besides, it was all YOUR idea!"

"Yeah, but YOU'RE the one who put the bucket up there," Noah replied, trying to squirm free of Joel's grip, grabbing at his friend's tail, nose, anything he could get his paws on.

"Yeah, but YOU'RE the one who found the glitter."

"Yeah, but YOU'RE--"

The two were interrupted by a sudden loud sound, what seemed like a thunderclap. They started coughing as the room rapidly filled up with smoke.

"So," a deep, otherworldly voice said. "You two seem to like pranking him."

The smoke cleared just as quickly as it had appeared, and before them stood a short, shadowy figure, standing even shorter than they were. The figure appeared to be a fox, wearing a long, flowing robe that covered nearly everything below his neck. A mischievous smile filled his face, his yellow eyes seeming to mysteriously glow. "How wonderful," he continued as he stepped towards the squirrels. "I'm a bit of a prankster myself."

"Wha-- Who are you?" Noah asked, as Joel jumped back and cowered behind him.

The shadowy fox chuckled. "Those who speak in the manner of your kind all seem to have a hard time pronouncing my name without swallowing their own tongues." He casually sat down on the sofa across from them.

A sudden, dreading realization dawned on Joel. "Are you... are you a demon or something?"

"Demon is such a strong word." The fox shook his head and closed his eyes. "It's not important, though. What is important is that that my desires and your desires seem to be closely aligned." He turned his head down slightly, as if meditating.

"O-our desires?" stammered Noah. "What are you talking about?"

The fox snapped his head back up and opened his eyes, which narrowed to slits. "I can help you play the prank of your lives. The ultimate revenge on your roommate."

Still a little frightened, Noah and Joel looked at each other, their eyes wide and their noses twitching. "Revenge?" Joel repeated. "I don't know..."

"Yeah," Noah said, a little more sure of himself. "We like having fun with Collin, but he's not exactly done anything we need to get back at him for."

"Hmmm," the fox leaned back, considering what they had said. "But still, there's something that he does or says that bothers you, right? That you wish he would stop doing?"

After a moment's silence, Noah slowly began to nod. "I guess. Yeah, I mean, he -- I hate it when he calls us 'shrimps'; when he uses his size advantage to overpower us. We can't help it that he's got better genes than us! It's not fair."

"Yes, I can understand that," the fox said, casually looking down at his paw, retracting and unretracting his claws. "I'll make you a deal. I will use my powers to help the two of you become bigger than him, turning him into the shrimp. Dominating him, and humiliating him. In more ways than one."

Neither quite knew what the fox could mean by the last part, but the idea of being the bigger ones for once was certainly appealing. "Wow, really?" Joel said, biting his lower lip with his front teeth. "Bigger?"

"Hang on," Noah said, holding up his paw. "If you really are a demon, then there's got to be a catch. We don't want to sign over our souls for eternity, or end up hurting anyone, or anything like that."

"Don't worry," the fox said as he stood up and crossed over to the two, who despite their instincts did not back away. "If you accept my offer, I promise that no physical harm will come to you or your roommate. And I will completely release you from my control once the prank has been completed. But," he held up a long, bony finger in caution, "it cannot be cut off halfway. In order for the prank to be completed, your roommate must be fully humiliated. Until then, your bodies will still be under the effects of my powers." Extending a gaunt paw, his eyes darted back and forth between them. "Do we have a deal?"

The two red squirrels hesitated, looking down at the fox's extended paw, and then at each other. They both knew what the other was thinking: this seemed like such an insane, dangerous idea, but if it was real, it would be too good to pass up. And, after all, this figure magically and seemingly instantaneously appeared in their living rooms; he must have some power of his own that could be amazing. Making up his mind, Noah stepped forward and grabbed the fox's paw with his own, shaking it. "Y-yes."

"And you, Joel?" the fox said, turning to the other squirrel.

After a slight pause, Joel too shook the fox's hand. "Yes."

"Wonderful!" The fox's eyes lit up and a wide toothy grin spread across his face. "Then we shall begin at once. The two of you will not hear from me for a little while, but you'll soon see my, shall we say, handiwork. So long, and most importantly, have fun!" With those words, and another puff of smoke, the fox vanished back into the thin air that he had appeared out of just moments before.

"Huh," Noah said, staring at the now-empty spot where the figure had just stood. "I hope we didn't just do something stupid."

---

Toweling himself off, Collin looked once more at his reflection, his body looking even sexier now, having just stepped out of the shower with his fur all ruffled. The cool water had calmed him down, and he had almost forgotten about what had happened with his roommates a few minutes ago, until he eyed the vacuum still on his bed, causing him to roll his eyes. Slipping on a faded, worn pair of jeans and his favorite soccer jersey, he picked up the vacuum, taking it to the bathroom and emptying it out into the trash can there. He then walked back to the hall to put it back in the right place. As he closed the hall door, though, he heard a loud crash come from the living room.

"For the love of--" he exclaimed. "Not another mess!" His brow furrowed as he walked down the hallway to see that, sure enough, one of the table lamps in the living room now lay on the floor, broken. Standing right next to that table was Joel, who had his back turned to him at the moment, most of his body being obscured by his large, bushy tail.

"C'mon guys!" Collin yelled, his voice getting louder as he got angrier. "How many times have you been told not to horse around in the living room? You'd better clean this up, or--"

He stopped in mid-sentence as Joel turned around, his eyes halfway rolled up in his head, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth, appearing to be panting. A quick glance downward revealed why. The front of his shorts had started to tent outward, forming a very noticeable bulge around the crotch. Looking over at Noah revealed that they both were experiencing the same level of "excitement". At first, it seemed like your everyday hard-on, and Collin looked away in disgust. "That's gross, guys," he groaned, shaking his head. "What the hell were the two of you doing while I was in my room?"

He didn't get an answer from either of them, though, and as he opened his eyes again, he realized something was off. It seemed impossible, but the bulges appeared to be getting bigger, and noticeably so! Both of the squirrels' shorts began to sag, dragged down by the force of their increasing packages, and soon he could hear an audible ripping sound. Judging by the looks on their faces, neither Joel nor Noah could (or would) answer him, Joel with his eyes still half-open in a mix of fear and pleasure, while Noah had his eyes closed, stuck in a giggling fit.

"T-this can't be happening," Collin stammered. "What the hell is wrong with you two?" He started backing away, but as he did, he began to notice something else. At first, he thought it was just their shorts getting tighter, but then he realized that their shirts, too, were beginning to ride up, revealing a pair of fit, lean stomachs with light-pink fur. They were now looking eye-to-eye with him as opposed to having to look up. It wasn't just their groins; the Twins were both getting taller now too.

"What's the matter, Collin," Joel asked as he opened his eyes, his breath still heavy. "Something seem a little... weird to you?"

The coyote shook his head. "You've gotta be kidding. I'm watching as the two of you are growing right in front of me! And I don't know what's going on in your SHORTS but that's sure not natural," he said, pointing in the direction of Joel's crotch.

"Hey, everyone gets a growth spurt eventually!" Noah chuckled, stepping closer to Collin, thrusting the bulge of his cock towards the coyote. "Ours just came kinda late!"

"But-- But--" Collin tried to come up with a reply, but having none, he turned around and stormed to the front door. "I'll-- I'll be back in a bit," he stammered, slamming the door shut behind him.

---

Having jogged about half a mile, Collin stopped on a bridge, looking out at the creek that babbled below him. Leaning against the railing and stretching out his legs, he realized he had started to pant slightly. The weather outside seemed a lot muggier than he had expected, and already he felt the starting signs of dehydration.

His mind had cleared a little, but what he had seen back at the house still bugged him. "It couldn't have been real, right?" he said aloud, with no one around to listen. "I mean, growth spurts are growth spurts, but no one would get that much taller in the span of, what, twenty minutes?" And he didn't even want to think about what was going on between their legs...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young vixen running towards him, one that he had seen around town a few times before. He had always thought she looked fairly attractive, but had never gotten a chance to talk to her. As she ran by him, he thought about trying to flex a little and pose, but as he started to do so, the image of his roommates' bulges flashed in his mind. Startled and confused for a second, he tried to regain his composure, but by the time he did so, the vixen had passed him by. "Dammit," he muttered. "What is wrong with me today?"

Sighing, Collin turned around and started to jog back home, still thinking about the two now-larger squirrels, as much as he was trying not to. "They're probably just pulling another weird kind of prank," he finally decided. "Don't know how they're doing it, but they're just trying to mess with me. Well, I'm not gonna buy it anymore."

---

"Hmmm, he's annoyed, certainly," Joel said, rubbing his chin with his paw. "But not humiliated, I don't think."

"Definitely not," Noah agreed, shaking his head. "Still, I'd have to say, that felt awesome!" Looking at his bulge, he smiled, moving his paw down and groping it a little. "Especially this!"

"Yeah!" Joel nodded. Grabbing the waistband of his shorts and underwear, he pulled them open slightly, glancing down at their contents. "I bet we outsize him by a good amount, at least in this department."

From the other corner of the room, they heard a deep chuckle. "Yes, I thought you two would enjoy that touch. And believe me, there's plenty more where that came from. We're not done yet!"

"More?" Both the squirrels' eyes grew big at this.

"Of course! After all, a deal's a deal."

---

Collin slowly walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the house, now more sure than ever that he would just ignore any more pranks the Twins would try. Besides, he thought, they've already made themselves appear to grow substantially; what else could they possibly have up their sleeves?

He got his answer as soon as he opened the door. Just past the entranceway in the living room, he could see the legs of one of his roommates; he wasn't sure which, as the face was blocked by the doorframe. Two loud, giggling voices seemed to echo throughout the entire house, causing him to freeze for a moment. Collin considered turning around and running off, but he remembered the promise he made to himself. "No more," he said.

Stepping into the house and turning his head up, he saw that the legs he had been looking at belonged to Noah, who's smiling face loomed down at him. Even though the red squirrel was crouching, his head still pressed against the ceiling, some ten feet high, and Collin noticed a few cracks had formed in the plaster. His slender, lithe body was now nearly naked, just a hint of muscular definition visible around his pecs and abs. The tattered remains of his shirt and shorts lay in shreds on the floor around his feetpaws, a few threads still clinging to his body around his shoulders and hips. The only piece of clothing he still was wearing was his red boxer-briefs, which had been stretched across his bulge so tightly that they had practically become see-through.

"Hi, Collin!" Noah said, grinning widely as he waved down at the stunned coyote. "I hope you had a nice jog!"

"Yeah," Collin heard the voice of the other squirrel, and turned his head to see Joel standing on the other side of the living room. He appeared to be just as tall and just as unclothed as Noah, the only difference being the blue color of his underwear instead of red. His long, bushy tail pushed its way through the doorway at the back of the living room into the kitchen, having knocked several of the dining table chairs on their side. "I hope you didn't get too worn out, because we've got some exercise of our own planned for you!"

Collin's ears drooped as he heard this, and he turned his head down to the floor, trying to bypass the two squirrels and head straight up the stairs. His roommates, however, had a different idea.

"Where ya headin', Collin?" Noah said as he stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "We haven't even gotten started yet!" Stepping closer to his roommate, he thrusted his hips a little, forcing the straining bulge of his underwear right into the coyote's nose.

Collin tried to back away, but he was stopped by a large pillar of fur. "Oh, you're not going to get away that easy." Turning around, he realized that Joel had come up behind him, sandwiching him in between the two red squirrels. The smell of their arousal filled his nostrils, causing him to cough a little. Gulping, he felt his own jeans beginning to get tight, though he had no idea why. He closed his eyes and looked straight down, trying to keep either of his roommates' bulges out of his line of sight.

Noah noticed that Collin was doing his best to avoid looking at them, and started to smile mischievously. "Well," he said, running a paw down his bare chest, "I think it's finally time you get a peek as to what we've been concealing underneath all this tight fabric." His fingers reached his boxers and began prying open the fly, having to rip the fabric slightly to allow his cock to pull out fully. The bulge wasn't deceptive; Noah's shaft was not even fully erect yet, but it extended nearly two feet, smacking Collin right in the muzzle. Shocked at this, Collin reflexively turned his head up and opened his eyes, seeing this monster as well as the outline of Noah's sack visible through the partially-torn underwear.

"What do you think, Collin?" Noah giggled as he swayed his hips back and forth a little, causing his cock to move along Collin's face, smearing a bit of pre into his fur. "Why don't you show us yours, and we can see who really is the shrimp now, huh?"

"Mmm, I think that's a good idea too," Joel said, moving his hand down to his crotch in an attempt to also make himself more comfortable. As he did so, he spread his legs slightly, opening a gap just big enough for a coyote to fit through.

Collin realized this might be his only chance. Ducking to avoid hitting his head against Joel's bulge, he darted through the opening between the squirrel's legs. The Twins noticed too late that their playmate was escaping. Joel tried to bend down and grab the coyote, but the increased size had come at the expense of some maneuverability, and Collin was able to elude his grasp. He ran as fast as he could to the stairs, heading up to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

---

"Damn," Noah frowned, "why did you let him go like that?"

"Hey, don't blame me!" Joel said, still fingering his erection slightly. "You were the one who could've held him down or something when you had the chance."

He gave his friend a small shove, causing Noah to stumble back into a bookshelf, sending it tumbling over with a loud crash. Noah's eyes went wide as he saw the cracked wood and disheveled books lying on the ground. "Now look what you did!"

"Me?" Joel shouted. "You should watch where your big butt is going!"

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, Noah flew at the other squirrel, yelling as he did so. The two giants fell back against the wall, hitting it with such force that a large crack appeared in the plaster, running up to the ceiling. Noah brought his fist up in an attempt to punch, but was stopped when Joel's hand caught his wrist, forcing his arm back.

They didn't get a chance to fight for too long, however, before a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared next to them. "Temper, temper, temper," the booming voice of the fox said, as his form materialized from the cloud. "Don't you think all that anger and aggression should be taken out elsewhere? Like, say, your roommate?"

Noah and Joel dropped their arms and turned around to look at the fox, who now seemed no bigger to them than Collin had a few minutes ago. His presence, though, was much more intimidating.

"Hey... look," Noah said, rubbing his wrist slightly from where Joel had grabbed it, "I think we should go ahead and call the whole thing off. I mean, we've had our fun with Collin, but we've also caused a bit more, uh... damage than we intended to." He motioned his paw at the bookshelf.

"Yeah," Joel nodded in agreement. "At this point, I doubt he'll ever give us our deposit back."

"Ah, ah, ah," the fox held up a finger and wiggled it back and forth. "Remember our deal: your bodies are under my control until your roommate has been fully humiliated. You can't back out now. After all, a deal's a deal."

"But Collin already seems pretty humiliated, doesn't he?" Noah asked, starting to realize that his worries from earlier might have had some merit to them.

Shaking his head, the fox stepped forward and placed a paw on each of the squirrels' legs. "On the contrary, the coyote now thinks you're just fooling him somehow. He's still under the impression that he's the biggest and best example of 'manhood' around. There's room to make him plenty more humble than he currently is."

The two exchanged worried looks, and Joel cleared his throat. "So, what are you going to do?"

The fox's laugh echoed throughout the living room. "Now is when I start having some real fun." His muzzle flashed a devious-looking grin, and for the first time, Noah and Joel felt a shiver run down their spines.

---

Collin found himself surprisingly nervous. He breathed heavily as he leaned against the inside of his bedroom door, hearing a crashing sound coming from downstairs. "What's going on with my roommates?" he said to himself. "How could they have-- gotten so big?" Shaking his head, he thought for a moment that he might be dreaming, but he felt too lucid for that to actually be the case. His previous thought of them pulling some kind of prank returned, but how could that be? Did they slip him some hallucinogenic drug or something? "If that's the case," he mused, "maybe I should just try to sleep off the effects."

He stripped down to a T-shirt and underwear and sat down on the bed. As he did so, he noticed that his erection was still at full-mast. "That's another thing: why is my body behaving like this?" The sight of the two squirrels suddenly so big had been -- well, close to terrifying, but something seemed strangely... erotic about it. "No," he said, lying down on his back, his tail wrapped against the side of his leg, "that's just another weird effect of the drug."

Closing his eyes, he again saw the image of Noah and Joel with their heads both hitting the ceiling, and he felt his cock twitch once more. Wincing at the thought, he shook his head, trying to clear it. But he couldn't stop thinking about their limber, long torsos, the enormous power they had over him at this size, and the thick slabs of meat between their legs...

Collin's eyes opened again and he looked down. Somehow, he had begun stroking his own cock without realizing it. Stopping and grimacing for a moment, he nevertheless didn't move his paw, as the images of his roommates towering over him continued to flood his mind, with no way to push them out. He slowly resumed stroking, letting the lust overtake his brain and working himself closer to orgasm.

A loud crashing sound coming from downstairs jolted him from his fantasy. Another one followed, along with what sounded like glass breaking. Fighting the urge to get up and go check on things, Collin just gripped his bedsheets with one paw, while the other paw still squeezed his shaft. He slowly began repeating to himself, "None of this is real, Collin; this is just some strange hallucination..."

He let go of his cock, though, when the room began to vibrate. His heartbeat started racing, but Collin kept trying to reassure himself, right up until the moment that the carpet at the opposite end of his room started to bulge upward and then tear. The floorboards splintered and flew apart, revealing a large dome of reddish-brown headfur flanked on either side by a pair of pointy ears. The dome kept rising above him, and Collin's eyes went wide as he realized what it was.

"Noah?!! Is that-- is that you?" Indeed, it was the red squirrel. His face had a mixture of horror, confusion, and pleasure on it, his two front teeth nearly chattering, out of excitement or terror, he wasn't sure which. The head kept rising, soon followed by the neck and shoulders, still as lean and slender as ever.

As Noah's chest and arms came pushing through, Collin noticed that more and more of the hole in the ground was being forced open; the taller he got, the wider he was also becoming. If the growth kept up at this rate, Collin's bed would soon be swallowed up by the hole, forcing him closer to the squirrel's ever-expanding form.

"NO!" Collin cried out, shaking his head. "I refuse to believe this is real! It's just some sort of insane illusion!" He turned over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow and pulling the comforter up and around his head. His fur all stood out on end, and his whole body was shaking even more violently than the room, but he kept saying over and over. "None of this is real! None of this is--"

His voice cut off as his ears started ringing, overwhelmed by an explosion of wood, metal, and carpet. The foot of the bed suddenly bucked upwards, tilting at a forty-five degree angle. His pillows and sheets tumbled down, leaving Collin clinging to the mattress with one paw and his comforter with the other. Debris rained down upon the bed, hitting his leg and causing him to yelp in pain. He kept his eyes shut as hard as he could, praying this would all be over soon.

---

Moaning loudly as his head burst through the roof and out into the bright, warm summer air outside, Noah looked down at his roommate's huddled figure, seeming so small now on the empty bed, which had been tilted up momentarily by the shaft of the squirrel's rock-hard (and proportionally much larger) erection. As Noah continued to get bigger, the foot of the bed slid off his cock, crashing back to the floor with a loud thud. His growth seemed to finally stop just after his knees passed the roofline, but his horniness only intensified with each moment.

His tail flicked back and forth behind him, and he noticed it batting against something to his right. Though his body seemed to be locked in on his arousal, with great effort, Noah turned his head slightly, seeing that Joel was standing next to him, the same height as he and with the same gifted anatomy below. Joel's eyes were half open and his mouth agape, also seeming to be lost in the pleasure of the transformation he experienced and the overwhelming lust that accompanied it.

Noah's eyes lowered back down to his crotch and the tiny coyote that lay cradled in a ball below it, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. He couldn't hold back any more; his hand reached down and wrapped around his own shaft, starting to stroke it as a stream of pre began oozing from its tip. Even if he wanted to, he didn't think he could stop at this point; his body seemed to be outside of his control, and, out of the corner of his eye, he could tell he wasn't the only one with this problem.

---

The image of the massive red squirrel had been burned into Collin's memory; even when closing his eyes, he could still see Noah's moaning face and lean but overwhelming torso rising out of the floor and bursting through the ceiling. No matter how many times he kept telling himself that this wasn't real, he had seriously begun to doubt that; it looked too real, it felt too real. The pain in his leg, the scent in his nostrils, the moans of his roommates echoing throughout the neighborhood, and the sudden splashes of liquid landing on and around him -- none of this could be the result of some mere hallucination. What's more, he didn't feel loopy or out of it in the slightest, not having any other symptoms or side effects of any kind of drug he knew of. Indeed, he felt even more aware of what was happening than usual, and his body seemed to be responding in a way that he could not explain, his own cock still rock-hard. Whatever was happening, he just wanted it all to be over.

Suddenly, he felt the ground begin to shake again, the remains of the house crumbling even more as two loud thuds filled the air. Turning his head, Collin realized that the squirrels had both dropped to their knees and were stroking their cocks vigorously. What's more, they each seemed to be aiming their cocks directly at him.

"This is impossible," he cried out, blinking rapidly, every time hoping that when he opened his eyes everything would all be back to normal. "There's no way you two should be anywhere close to this big." As more pre splashed down on him, Collin wished he could pass out, or fall asleep, or something. He had lost all hope; it didn't matter whether or not this was real anymore. He knew he'd never be able to get over what was happening to him, how his roommates were tormenting him. He wished for something to happen, ANYthing, to end this, but that never came.

---

Of course, with their exponentially increased arousal levels, it didn't take very long for either giant to approach climax. Reaching his paw to the side, Joel began cupping Noah's sack, feeling his friend's balls clench slightly as his own did the same. Noah moaned loudly, keeping both of his hands gripped around his cock and stroking it harder than ever. His toes curled as he started feeling light-headed, a sense of heat traveling up his shaft.

With one final, bone-chilling scream, Noah began to erupt, a long rope of cum shooting against the still-standing wall behind the headboard of Collin's bed. The next shot landed directly on the coyote, soaking him to the bone with gallons of his warm, sticky seed. Shot after shot pumped out, coating the bedroom and the remains of the house around them.

Just after Noah started to orgasm, Joel felt his own shaft heat up, and he clenched both of his paws tightly, squeezing his shaft as well as Noah's sack. As he began to cum, the aim of his cock appeared to be off slightly, and the first shot flew past the house and onto the next-door neighbor's car parked in the driveway, setting off its alarm. Subconsciously tilting the head downwards, the next shot splattered across the bedroom, mixing with Noah's and nearly knocking the coyote off the bed with its force.

Both squirrels continued cumming, nearly drowning Collin in the flood of their spunk. Coughing and sputtering, the coyote nevertheless noticed that he had grown more aroused than ever before. Despite all the misery he currently felt, he started cumming as well without even having to touch himself. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of his life, though it paled in comparison to what his two roommates were experiencing.

Eventually, after nearly a minute, the two giants' torrents slowed to a trickle, and they collapsed onto their hands, exhausted. Panting, their hearts nearly beating out of their chests, they both opened their eyes, regaining control over themselves. Slowly, they looked around, shocked and dismayed with seeing just how much damage they had caused.

As the Twins tried to catch their breath, a flash appeared on the ground between the two squirrels, and the fox stepped forward, applauding. "Very well done, you two," the fox said, his voice somehow magnified louder than ever before, as if he was using the ground as an amplifier. "I must say, never has one of my... activities been so fun to watch."

Noah shuddered, still gasping for air. "I-I can't believe how... I mean-- I-- That was--" He shook his head, not sure of what to say. "W-what happened to the house?"

The fox chuckled and waved his paw dismissively. "A necessary result, I'm afraid, to accomplish our goal. But, I shall say, I think we have succeeded. Look at your roommate. Doesn't he seem truly humiliated?"

Squinting, the two squirrels looked down at Collin. The coyote sobbed loudly, his arms wrapped around a pillow as his own still-exposed cock softened. His fur was completely sticky and matted; it looked like he wouldn't ever be able to get it completely clean no matter how many showers he took.

"I--I guess so?" Joel stammered, feeling a twinge of remorse.

"Then our deal is finished." Turning around, the fox began walking down the street, a foggy haze starting to form around him.

"Wait!" Noah cried out after him. "What about our house? And our size? Aren't you going to change everything back?"

The fox's form began to fade away, but his voice still seemed loud as ever. "That was never part of the arrangement," he laughed. "Your roommate is humiliated, so I no longer have any control over your bodies, remember? Those were the terms we agreed to."

"But--" Joel tried rising to his feet to chase after the fox, but still was too woozy and his head was too clouded for him to do so. "You mean we're stuck like this forever? You can't do that!"

By now the fox had completely vanished. "Of course I can. After all, a deal's a deal."

Noah and Joel glanced at each other, then back down at their still-whimpering roommate, feeling that maybe, this time, their prank had gone a little too far.