FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Bomba is https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bomba

Iron is https://www.furaffinity.net/user/iron99

Iron slowly swiped through his phone, the brown coyote humming to himself and tapping a foot as a smaller dusky fur by his ankles huffed up, waiting.

"Iron, I walked all this way to see what you were going on and on about, because you couldn't just say on the phone or text me, and here you don't even have it ready to show, but are STILL on your phone?"

"Cause Bomba, it's ON my phone! I just gotta find it. Darn thing is still in beta and buggy. Surprised it was allowed on the app store..." The coyote muttered, swiping a few more times before giving it a tap. "Ah ha! Here we go! Now hold still." Iron leaned down, aiming the camera at the dusky and taking a quick picture before standing back up. Bomba blinked a bit from the flash, glaring again.

"Okay, now will you PLEASE tell me what you are doing?"

"It's a new app I found recently. Well, actually it was linked to me, I think I signed up for some beta somewhere. But I needed to get a profile pic of you first to be able to start it." The yote continued to mess with some typing and tapping, hitting okay in some spots.

"Great. What does it do, and what's it for?" Bomba grumbled, leaning against the yote's foot.

"Well, remember when you said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes? Well, this app can show that I can! Watch!" Iron pressed his thumb to the screen and slid a bar titled "Height" slowly upwards along the scale. Below him, the dusky, blinked as he felt like he was filling up somehow, his paws starting to slide along the carpet as he gasped up, realizing he was growing!

"How the...what the...what did you do?!" The dusky shouted, watching as he continued to edge up the yote's form, actually able to see the button of his jeans now, having to take a few steps back to not grow into him as he watched everything in the room seeming to dwindle. Soon enough, he was staring Iron eye-to-eye, just about the same height.

"Cool! I even guessed the height percentage increase right!" Iron chuckled and hugged the naked dusky easily for the first time. Bomba was still shocked at the experience, giving a slight pat on the back.

"Well then, how do we shrink you?" Bomba asked, still looking around from his new perspective. Iron held his phone outwards and turned, taking a selfie of himself and filling in the profile.

"Okay, so all you gotta do is slide the scale bar down till I am your previous size. Then I can prove I can survive just as well as you."

"And if you can't, then you gotta be even SMALLER than me and rub my feet for a week!" Bomba smirked. The coyote gulped a bit, but hardened his resolve.

"Okay. But if I win, then you gotta...gotta...do my laundry for a week!" The yote nodded proudly. Bomba blinked a bit. Being small all his life he didn't wear clothing, so how would he even know how to wash them? Wait. He only said do the laundry, not do it well...

"Deal!" The two shook hands, then Iron handing the dusky the phone.

"Okay, just slide the bar down till I am about ankle size to you."

Bomba nodded and did so, but the bar didn't budge at first with his light slide, so he tried again, but still it didn't work.

"Did it freeze?" The yote asked, still waiting.

"Maybe? No, its still showing the background motions. So its not frozen." Bomba tried sliding again, and again, even pressing harder, but it was no good.

"This thing is broken." The dusky grumbled, still swiping.

"Let me try then." Iron reached for the phone, but Bomba pulled it back.

"No, I can do this, it's just being stubborn."

"Let me look at it at least. It's my phone!" "I said I'll get it to shrink you!"

"Bomba! It's MY phone!" Iron growled and grabbed the dusky's wrist, trying to wrestle the device from his palm. Bomba quickly grabbed the top half and tried to wrestle it back, grunting.

"Let go! It's my phone!"

"I can make it work!"

Iron lost his grip, falling back on the couch as Bomba yelped and fell onto his rump on the floor, his thumb sliding against the phone once again, but this time to the right, the slider on the bar going towards an increase in height instead of decrease.

Iron growled and stood back up, marching over to the hybrid before blinking, something not seeming right. He gulped and watched as everything seemed to dwindle away from him, his paws starting to slide against the carpet.

"Bomba...what did you do?" The yote asked, his stomach starting to be exposed to the air, his pants legs crawling up from his ankles.

"I don't know! Hold on, I can fix it!" The dusky began to try swiping on the phone once more, trying to get it to go back to shrink. Meanwhile, Iron continued to expand, feeling his short sleeves and pants tightening against his growing form. He could feel his ears starting to brush against the eight foot ceiling, bending down a bit. Even then that wasn't lasting long, as he could hear the seams starting to snap apart in his clothing.

"Bomba! Hurry up!" He growled down, his shoulders starting to press against the ceiling. Already his shins were pushing the coffee table further away as his paws grew further along. The sleeves of his shirt gave a few rips and tears, exposing more of his fur as his shirt drew tight just below his chest. His pants meanwhile were popping open at the thighs, his button flying off with a ping, shooting through the window. Getting angry, he quickly, and easily pulled the phone from the dusky's grip, trying to slide his thumb over it.

"Iron don't! You're too big!" The dusky gulped up, the yote at least having already doubled in height at sixteen feet, maybe seventeen now. No, eighteen.

"Its not working for you! So maybe it'll work for-" The yote didn't get to finish as a sickening crunch was heard. Iron gulped and looked under his thumb, seeing the crushed remains of his phone.

"Well, maybe you'll stop then?" Bomba asked up nervously. Iron looked at himself, expecting the growth just to stop, but instead, a loud rip came from his rear, his pants splitting even further as the growth continued unabated.

"What kind of app was that?!" Bomba gulped up, stepping back from the growing yote as he had to sit down before the dusky, glaring.

"I told you I didn't know! I got it in an email!"

"And you just downloaded it? Didn't you learn to not download stuff from strangers?" Bomba huffed up. Iron didn't get to really answer, instead wincing as his shirt finally gave up, splitting down the middle and starting to shred at the shoulders, just hanging on the yote at some spots now. His pants weren't fairing any better. Most of the tears that had started before began to expand, revealing more and more of the yote and just falling to the sides and onto the floor, revealing the yote's tight, and still getting tighter, boxers, outlining his sheath and balls easily.

"How big did you even set it?" He grunted, trying to shift himself to his side to try and cause the least amount of damage. So far, the furniture was only being pushed back away from his body, but room was starting to run out, and they were going to be crushed any minute now. He could figure he was around almost thirty feet at least, and not slowing.

Bomba didn't answer at first, seeing the coyote's ass in those tightening boxers as they slowly filled out more, drawing up and leaving less and less to the imagination.

"N-Not sure? Hundred percent increase? Four hundred? Three-three thousand...?" Bomba gulped up nervously, trying to take a step back. But the yote's foot was already pressing against the wall, blocking his escape.

"Three thousand?!" Iron boomed, his heading snapping up banging into the ceiling and putting a good size hole in it.

"Maybe thirty-three..."

"Thirty-three...wait, is this turning you on?" The yote finally looked back, seeing the dusky's shaft already fully erect.

"W-what? I couldn't help it! Have you seen your ass?" Bomba blushed red.

"Bomba! I'm growing in my own home!" The yote whined, starting to hear the crunching of his furniture as they pressed into the walls, his TV giving one last crunch and slight pop as the screen shattered against the pressure from the yote's crotch. His boxers were finally starting to give, looking more like some kind of speedo as it finally began to shred, and just snap off, exposing the coyote fully.

"Um, Iron? Can you move your foot somehow so I can get out?" Bomba gulped up, trying to find some way around the coyote's massive leg now, but it had grown so much, the toes were starting to press into the second floor. If anything, it looked like he was going back to his old position of ankle height once again.

"Move my foot? Where!?" The fifty foot yote growled, his one arm pushing against the far wall in the kitchen, the other already through the ceiling and into the second floor. He was trying to calculate how big he was going to end up, but it was hard to concentrate when your own sheath and balls were pressing and sliding against the wall at the same time.

Bomba could only watch in horror and fascination as the yote continued to grow. The paws beside him easily began to crack and crumble the wall, before soon enough, smash right through the brittle barrier like paper.

Sighing at the inevitable, the yote began to twist inside the remains of his crumbling home, Bomba ducking as a leg swung over his head, knocking out most of the wall as the growing coyote laid on his stomach and began to push himself upwards. He could hear the wood beams snapping and breaking against his massive eighty foot form as he began to sit back on his knees.

"Iron? Iron! IRON!" Bomba screamed out over the ruckus, watching as that massive coyote rear began to approach. He tried to run out of the hole where the wall was, but he was already too late as he was pressed into the ground.

Iron, meanwhile, winced as he felt the remains of his roof slide down his back, the walls of his home barely standing, and even less so as he still expanded, pressing against the remains as he approached a hundred feet. Outside, there were already neighbors and bystanders coming out of their homes, seeing what was going on.

"Take a picture! It'll last longer!" The yote yelled at them, causing the other furs to flee back inside, most likely calling 911.

Dusting himself off, he finally realized he had forgotten about the dusky.

"Bomba? Bomba!" He yelled, shifting through the debris with his fingers, before feeling a squirming coming from his rear. He quickly blushed and sat up, looking back to see the dusky slowly standing up from a deep butt imprint in the ground.

"Phew, for a second there I thought you were gonna-eep!" He didn't get to finish as the yote quickly grabbed him up, glaring as he sat on the remains on his home, his rump slowly encompassing it as he STILL continued to expand.

"Squish you? I'm sorely tempted!" He barked down, causing the dusky to cover his ears.

"It's not my fault!"

"Yes it is! All you had to do was give me my phone back!"

"Too be honest, it does look like you are enjoying it." Bomba half smirked and looked down. Iron followed and immediately went red, seeing his own shaft fully hard, bobbing in the open air.

"Th-that's beside the point!" He huffed red, the dusky giggling madly. Iron's eye glared at the dusky once more, a grin slowly spreading across the his muzzle. Bomba immediately stopped, gulping.

"Iron...what are you thinking...?" He shivered.

The yote didn't answer, only making sure the dusky was well in his still expanding palm and lowering him down, before pressing him against his raging shaft.

"IRON!" The dusky barked out, gacking at the scent as the hand began to grip him against the shaft, slowly drawing him up along as the dusky squirmed, trying to get free.

Iron moaned loudly, letting the whole neighborhood hear as he leaned back a bit, his other hand going to his balls as he began to fondle and grope, whimpering in bliss as his rump continued to take up his whole yard, his feet crossing the street and pushing against the neighbor's homes. His tail began to quickly wag back and forth, knocking over the trees behind him from the roots, and blowing away cars on the other side on the street.

The nearly 200 foot coyote didn't care anymore. He had just lost his home and his phone, and wanted to get out that frustration in the best way possible. His hand gripping the dusky began to pump faster, pre leaking from his tip, flowing down his shaft and covering Bomba and lubing his shaft, making it easier to pump. He stopped fondling himself and leaned further back, using his free hand to support himself, smashing and crushing the neighbor's swing set and pressing into the ground as he moaned.

Bomba groaned himself, coughing and sputtering as pre continued to rain down from all directions, his own shaft rubbing against the much, much larger one, mixing his minuscule amount of pre with the yote's. In the heat and smell, he could already feel his balls drawing tight, cumming onto the coyote's shaft, though barely anything compared to the amount of pre pouring out from above.

Down the block, police had already set up barricades to keep people out, news copters were flying far above, catching the whole scene as the yote continued to beat off relentlessly, bucking up at times, his thuds causing the ground to quake each time as he whined, arching his back, a deep imprint being left on the remains of his home.

Bomba couldn't tell up from down anymore at the speed he was going, but he could hear the rush of the pre inside the cock getting faster and faster, like a rushing river, starting to guess the yote was reaching his climax. He whined, clinging to the shaft as best as he could, trying to brace himself as his claws dug in a bit, though not even being felt by the coyote as he was stroked nonetheless.

The guess was right on as Iron couldn't hold himself any longer, bringing his palm up to give his head a squeeze as he felt himself starting to cum, completely forgetting about the dusky. Bomba felt like everything was going in slow motion, watching as the pure white slowly explode from the head of the shaft, before that massive river of white crashed into him, pushing him against the yote's palm. Whatever didn't hit the palm flew off to the sides of the coyote, splattering into homes and across the street, crushing any cars remaining after all his tail wagging.

Iron panted, his eyes half lidded in the aftermath before he remembered he had a tiny dusky on him. He quickly brought his palm up, seeing the dusky unharmed, but winded, in a complete splatter of cum.

"You alright?" He rumbled, still a bit sore at the dusky.

"Yeah, I've had worse." The dusky coughed up a bit of semen, trying to wipe his face clean.

"Well, it looks like I finally stopped growing at least." Iron blushed, looking at the crowds down the street and the attention from above.

"Yeah, but but we need to get a new phone to shrink you back down." The dusky alternated his hands over each shoulder and sliding them down to get the coyote spunk off.

"I've been thinking about that. Maybe instead we should test the limits of the growth option of the app first..." Iron grinned once again, his cock giving another stir. Bomba gulped, but already an image of the coyote's massive ass looming above a city horizon was already burning its way into his mind.

"Get me to the mall."