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It was the usual contract for Jing, the red furred fox was meant to turn up, have a commercial shot and then go home, content that a few hours work would pay for the next couple of month's rent. Ah, the benefits of being a male model. It was with that thought in mind that he approached the warehouse, leaving his car outside. The exterior was plastered with the design of a large red bull charging. As he walked in, he caught sight of his reflection in the glass and smiled. His body was firmly muscled, and outlined against the polo-shirt he wore, his jeans fitted tightly against his legs. His was a body well cared for, and kept athletic in shape. It helped that he was tall for a fox too, almost six feet tall.

Stepping in, he waved jauntily at the girl behind the desk who's eyes widened when she saw him. Rather than ignore him, the wolfess came out and round, smiling. "You're Jing right?"

"That's me," he replied.

"We've been expecting you! This way please." she said, quickly indicating the way as if the fox would not be capable of realizing. It was a warehouse, they didn't get more simply to navigate than that. Presumably, the director of the commercial had some sort of urban ad in mind.

"Yes. It's the only door, I figured this would be the way," the fox relied sarcastically.

Once inside, he was directed to a single open area with a few cameras aimed at him and he mentally groaned. Just a green screen, literally just some cheap CGI and him. He huffed, annoyed before he realized that someone was trying to get his attention.

"Oi! OI! Fox!"

The fox looked over at the same wolfess, her legs folded as she sat in the director's chair which made his eyes widen. This earned him a smirk as the 'receptionist' looked to her crew, making sure they were ready. As she waved an intern forward to press a canned drink into his paws, she grinned, cupping her hands around her maw, "Drink it and just don't forget the catch phrase big guy."

Jing blinked, "That's it?" He asked, plaintively, looking at the director as she sat a good distance from him. He shrugged, and waited for the director's cue before popping the lid. The sharp snap echoed in the room and straight away he could smell strawberry. Slowly, he lifted the drink to his maw and drank. His throat worked slowly as he took in the overly sweet drink. Usually he hated the stuff but this time it tasted delicious and he could barely stop himself finishing the entire can in one go. He turned towards the cameras and raised a hand, his thumb up and opened his maw to say the catch phrase when he suddenly doubled over.

It wasn't pain that began to race through his body but an intense and smooth pleasure, radiating out from his gut, fizzling down his veins as if the drink itself was filling him. He moaned, feeling his shaft begin to harden, tenting his trousers. Though he wasn't really in the mood to care about that. As he stood there, he began to feel his clothes draw tight on his body. He looked down with alarm as his breathing began to constrict, before his eyes widened comically. His white furred stomach was lined with thick bricks, his abs, he realised, bigger than he'd ever seen them. They felt hard as diamond and he realized that he was growing, swelling all over. His tight shirt now looked as if it had been painted on. The fox felt his biceps inflating, squeezing against the shirt-sleeve before his top began to rip apart. His entire upper body became visible to all as he brought his arms forwards in a huge flex that almost exploded the fabric off him. He moaned again, feeling the pleasure sweeping through him grow faster as he breathed easier.

His lower body was not left alone either, and as his pecs swelled outwards, a shelf of physical strength that blocked his view below, he realized he could feel his thighs thickening and tearing his jeans. He was massive, and every inch of him felt like pure steel as he became bigger than any living body-builder... He took a step backwards, the ground shaking as he realized he had to look down on the camera crews below him, and realized with a small grunt of pleasure that he had passed 12ft in height without even realizing. And yet, still he was thickening, growing continually stronger.

With a deep murr he sank to his knees as he realized that his muscles were not the only part of him swelling. He only began to realize when his enormous shaft began to tickle the underside of his powerful chest, leaving a dripping trail of pre to slide down the valleys of his abs. He took another step, adjusting for the large basketball sized sack dangling between his legs... It was too much now, the pleasure demanded to be sated, and he reached out with his two hands, stroking the thick girth before him. His own fox-hood was so thick that he could barely fit a single hand around it, needing to use both of his paws to stroke and tease, each stroke coaxed a splash of pre, litres of the stuff sliding down him, making his paws slick.

He gave a deep moan that caused the ground to shake as his head began to brush against the very top of the warehouse's roof, and without thinking, he grabbed the edge of the green screen and slammed his cock through it, finally coaxing the climax he'd been desperate to achieve. He roared, the sound echoing through the warehouse as his shaft pulsed once before erupting in waves of seed that punched right through the warehouse roof and rained around his gigantic pumped body. He sat down with a boom, his shaft continuing to spurt waves of seed into the air...

It took him a few minutes before he finally stopped, and as he stood there, thick ropes of his own seed coating his fur, outlining his tremendous bulk, he finally looked down at the tiny cameras beneath him before doubling over again. He gave another moan, and the crew far below took a worried step back before he felt a slight pain in his back as something pushed outwards, flaring over him and fanning out. Two wings, white feathered and just as massive as the musclebound fox flared, flapping once. He grinned and looked at the cameras, raising a single thumb. "Red Bull gives you wings!"

"That's a wrap!"