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Alpha Test

“I’ve arrived.”

A hand tucked his hood forward, ensuring his face was concealed, all except for his long snout. The rat’s ears twitched inside the hood, hearing the orders from his superior. It was time. Time to plant the virus and watch it grow. This store was the perfect place to plant it.

It was unassuming, a simple electronics store of some kind. The rat wasn’t sure exactly how the people in this world lived, but he knew they bought digital equipment here. The store specialized in phones, both purchasing new ones and repairs, plus all the accessories, and it was located in a plaza where surely the store sold phones frequently. For now, the store was empty, the perfect moment to strike.

As the rat strode inside, he pulled his hood back and tucked his hands into his hoodie’s pocket. He looked like any other shopper, young, curious, inconspicuous. As his head turned, he scanned the store for an opportunity, for access to one of the devices, preferably a phone for maximum mobility. At the moment, it seemed only one store clerk was manning the register, with no customers around. Likely only he could access new devices.

So the rat approached him, glancing around the store to strategize. The clerk was a young cat boy, probably twenty or so years old with the coloring of an orange and white calico. He seemed bored until the rat forced him to perk up.

“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” He asked in a dutiful tone, trying to force himself to smile. The rat avoided any smirk of his own, even if he knew what this man’s fate likely would be.

After a moment of consideration, plotting his moves, the rat pulled his wrist out of his pocket to show a digital watch attached to it, similar to the smart watches sold here. “Yes, could you take a look at this for? It’s been acting a little strange lately,” he insisted.

The calico clerk furrowed his brow, as if expecting this to be a big waste of time. Not another guy who has no idea how to use a simple smart watch. He mentally prepared himself for his daily lashing from some elitist customer who wanted him to do the impossible. He wasn’t paid enough for this. “All right, what’s the problem?” He asked as he stepped around the counter to examine the watch.

The rat’s eyes fell onto the clerk’s dangling lanyard. Attached to it was a set of keys, likely for accessing electronics behind the desk. Only a new device would do to ensure the program would run properly. “Well,” he paused, lifting his pink nose toward the lanyard. “I need that.”

Before the clerk could even understand what the customer said, the rat lunged for the lanyard. The cat gagged as the customer pulled it right off his neck, nearly tearing it in two. With an agile jump, the rat launched himself over the desk to the other side, facing the register and main computer. With his heart suddenly pounding in his chest, the calico caught his balance on the counter and fumbled to find his phone in his pocket.

“Sir, you can’t! I’ll call the police,” he exclaimed, but the rat merely quirked an eyebrow at him as if the warning was curious more than threatening.

With his round ears twitching, the rat held up his watch, ready to speak into it. “I’m sorry, sir, but the experiment must go on. You cannot interfere. Central command, I need him disposed of,” he ominously declared into the watch.

Once more, the cat had no time to understand what this rat was talking about. In just a moment, as if in the blink of an eye, the cat… disappeared. One moment he was there, the next he was not as far as the eye could see. With a smug grin on his snout, the rat took one of the keys from the lanyard to find one of the new phones. Just as he brought the key to the locked drawer, his ears twitched. Someone was there.

He glanced up. It was a customer. A grn spread around his snout. She would make the perfect host for the virus.

One moment, Taylor was looking at some customer’s smartwatch. The next, he had blacked out and toppled onto the floor somewhere. When he regained his composure, the cat wobbled to his feet, rubbing his head. “What the fuck was that?” He exclaimed, but, as he looked around, he found only more questions.

Above him was his register and counter, the same one he had worked at for the last few months, except… it was huge! Taylor gawked, unable to believe what he was seeing. This was a nightmare, right? The desk was at least 10 stories tall, probably more than that. As he looked around, the ground seemed to resemble the same blue carpet in the store, except the displays and shelves were very far away, as if he’d have to walk a mile just to reach one of them.

But Taylor hardly had time to rationalize his situation before he was rudely interrupted by a gigantic foot. That’s what it looked like, at least. The cat squealed and lurched away just in time as a huge paw, clad in what seemed like a blue flip flop, dropped down in front of him. Now Taylor was more than a little frightened. White fur covered the foot, and it was intricately groomed with well-trimmed claws. But most importantly it was giant. He was not even as big as one of its toes!

Of course, the foot was attached to someone, and boy was she huge. Her legs were like redwood tree trunks, covered in white and oddly pink fur with some impressively fit calves. The giant was clearly a woman, a dashing one at that judging by her round hips and her curvy chest. Taylor could barely see her snout, confirming, along with her bushy tail, that she was a fox. Around her legs were some tight leggings, and she seemed to be wearing some snug, strapped top around her chest.

Although it seemed impossible, Taylor realized his fate now: he had shrunk. Somehow, he was miniscule, maybe not even an inch tall. “What did that guy do?” He wondered to himself, but, as the huge woman leaned against the counter and seemed to talk to someone, he realized he needed to get some help. He had to get her attention somehow.

“Hey, down here!!” Taylor called out as loudly as he could, cupping his hands around his mouth, but the vixen didn’t even budge. Thinking fast, the cat hopped onto her flip-flop and foot. After grabbing some of her fur, he was able to hoist himself on top of her nearest toe. Even down here, her body radiated heat, and he can faintly smell her flowery shampoo. It’d probably smell nice if he had the chance to enjoy it.

To draw her attention, the cat reached down and jabbed at her toe, hoping she’d look and see who was there. Unfortunately, he didn’t stand out too much from the white toe, considering his own white but also part orange fur. “Heeeey!! Help me!” He continued to yell out, but his words turned to another squeal when suddenly the huge foot moved, like the entire Earth was jolting underneath him. It was impossible for him to keep his footing as the giantess tried to simply shake the itch off. Taylor grunted as he tumbled, falling between a couple of her toes and landing on the flip flop. He just barely fit between the toes, suddenly smothered by fur and skin on all sides.

Then Taylor panicked. If these toes closed in, they’d crush him! She literally weighed tons compared to him with even just a single toe well beyond anything he could lift. He was so small, so miniscule, and his voice pathetically failed to even get her to look. Desperately, he clawed at her toe and tried to pull himself back up, but things only got worse.

As he subtly heard the strange echo of her muscles shifting around him, he tried to scramble back on top of her foot, but the toes lifted upward and started to push together as if to scratch a pesky itch. As the toe walls closed around him, Taylor managed to drop himself down, grunting as he laid flat on her flip flop. But there was no time to turn around, to get away before the foot righted itself. Briefly, Taylor saw one of her pink pads, as big as a cozy pillow, coming down on him.

The weight was unbearable. Fortunately, she only managed to pin down his lower half, but now there was no chance to wiggle out, and it didn’t even seem like she was putting her entire weight down. Taylor groaned, his head wedged between her toes. There wasn’t much hope of escaping, not unless somehow she looked down at her foot. He could only prey now that she’d not do anything drastic… and then her foot lifted upward. The giantesses was on the move.

Scarlet couldn’t believe her luck!

“Wow, it’s so light,” the pink fox cooed to herself, holding out her brand-new phone in front of her. It was super sleek, the screen shining with the screen protector freshly removed. She couldn’t believe she was even holding it! When she arrived at the shop, the rat boy there was so generous to her. She had worried so much about how much a new phone would cost her after she sat on her last one. But according to the clerk, she still had a warranty, and voila, she got a new one.

In fact, the guy was even nice enough to throw in a bonus! Apparently, he enrolled her in some sort of new OS with experimental software. She wasn’t entirely sure what was new about it, but he mentioned there were new apps she should take a look at, including one that could even change your height…? Scarlet wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Like some sort of filter? She didn’t want to ask what he was thinking.

Either way, the first thing she did with her new phone was text her friend, Brad. They had a game night planned tonight, and she ecstatically texted him that she’d got a new phone. She’d show him later! The German Shepard always loved tech, so he’d get a kick out of it.

In the meantime, with a few hours to spare before heading to Brad’s apartment, the vixen stopped at the café near the phone shop, grabbing herself something cold to drink for the late summer day. After buying herself a drink and finding a quiet table on the patio, Scarlet set her bag and drink down and began to explore this strange new smartphone.

In most ways, it looked almost identical to her old phone, besides the butt-smashed screen. It wasn’t really any faster, and there was no third camera or special headphone jack. In terms of software, it had the usual apps: music, calendar, the app store, calculator… but there was one strange application. On the second page of apps, hidden in the corner, was an app called GrowMe. A simple icon represented it: a white silhouette on a blue background with ruler markings along one side.

“What’s this? Bloatware…?” She wondered, tapping the app and expecting some flashy, pay-to-win mobile game to start up. Instead, the vixen nearly jumped out of her seat what the phone suddenly spoke to her.

“Hi! I’m Viera, and welcome to GrowMe!” The feminine, AI voice exclaimed at her. “Please hold your camera out in front of you. To begin your adventures in growing and shrinking, we need a quick body scan first.”

Scarlet gawked, suddenly even more suspicious. “Is this some joke? Body scan? What is this thing?” She narrowed her green eyes at the phone as if it could see her concern.

“GrowMe is a new, experimental app that allows you to grow or shrink yourself so you can experience all sorts of new heights! It’s personalized to your preferences and is completely authentic. Now, we need a quick body scan first,” the app essentially explained itself to her.

The voice was so friendly but almost sounded a touch impatient. Scarlet, not sure how to react, decided to oblige. “Fine, let’s see what happens.” She rose to her feet and held her phone forward. The app switched to a camera mode, letting her see herself in all her pink and white glory. The vixen, including by her own vain accounts, was pretty, with shimmering green eyes, a thin, long snout, pointed ears, and tidy, shoulder-length hair of a darker red. Her leggings and top showed off her slim figure fairly well.

It took just a moment for the app to “capture” or scan her. Viera promptly confirmed it. “Thank you! Now, may I know what your name is?” she asked politely.

“Scarlet,” she responded dutifully.

“Good! Welcome, Scarlet! Let me explain a couple things…” The app shifted to what seemed to be its main UI. The most obvious feature was… her. Well, an image of her based on her photo, standing in the middle of the screen. The mirror image made her self-conscious for a moment, but just as interesting were a set of drop-down menus. A quick tap revealed a few settings: Grow, Shrink, Expand, Return to Default.

“GrowMe has both a touch interface and voice activation. You can tell me how big or small you want to be and I’ll make it happen!” Viera continued, “Because this is your phone, I’ll only respond to your voice. And don’t worry, the phone and everything on your person will shrink or grow with you, so you won’t be ruining any outfits.”

Scarlet’s ears twitched. She heard but wasn’t sure she really got all of that. The curious vixen was also tapping through the interface. Under the Grow tab, there was a slider, and when she tugged on it her little avatar literally seemed to grow. The app even offered her a few objects as reference points: a house, a tree, a bus, and even a huge skyscraper! The Expand tab seemed to focus on specific features like her hips or hair. Was it just some sort of toy to fantasize with? No way a phone app could really change someone in reality.

“Scarlet,” Viera forced her to listen, startling her again, “did you need assistance? Perhaps a demonstration? We can do something simple and easy. You seem to be 5’7” now… maybe we could try just doubling that? 10 feet? If you don’t like it, I can reset it quickly.”

Apparently, the AI was quite a conversationalist. Scarlet cleared her throat, trying to find words to speak. Her hand trembled. This was clearly a joke, right? But she had to say something.

“Uh, sure!” She laughed, playing along. “Fine, hit me. Show me what this thing does, you silly AI.”

“Great, growing you to 10 feet tall!” Viera confirmed, and suddenly a progress bar appeared on the app, processing the request.

It was at that moment that Scarlet’s life changed, and quite dramatically. It happened quickly with hardly any warning. There was no sensation, no sign of it coming beyond a slight thrill rushing through her chest. Her vision seemed to change in a blink of an eye. One moment she was sitting at the table, looking ahead at her drink, and the next her eyelevel was higher… and then higher!

The seat… it was too small. It was a wide bench, but now her hips were filling it, and her legs couldn’t fit under the table. In shock, Scarlet lurched upward, jumping to her feet. In the process, her long legs knocked the table right over, toppling it onto the patio and knocking over her drink. She could only now be thankful that no one else was out here, and she only just managed to stop herself from screaming.

“What?! I’m… fucking huge…” She murmured, panting as if she just had an adrenaline rush. She’d grown by quite a bit! Her head reached up to the roof of the nearby café, and likely it’d be tough to fit inside it. Her clothes had all grown with her, and her round butt had knocked into another table behind her. Scarlet was by every measure an Amazon, a woman of legends.

“Congrats on your first growth!” Viera exclaimed in a phone that seemed to have grown with Scarlet. It still sat in her hand as before. “New milestone: 10 feet.”

Scarlet was torn. This was both scary and thrilling at the same time. Thinking quickly, she turned to her new phone. “Fuck, someone could see me like this. Viera, please, undo it. How ever this works, just undo it!”

“Right away, Scarlet!” Viera confirmed, and then it happened against, except this time in reverse. In a few moments, as if time and space itself had shifted, the vixen was back to her normal height, standing in front of the table she’d knocked over. The bench she was sitting on was partially splintered, and of course she still lost her drink. It looked like a tornado had just smacked this random spot.

“What the hell happened out here?!” Scarlet perked up, forced to pay attention as a barista poked her head outside and yelled out at her. Yep, now was the time to get out of here, and with that the vixen grabbed her bag and bolted with her new phone in hand.

“Scarlet, you’ve lost your mind.”

Brad rolled his eyes as soon as his friend quickly and hastily tried to tell him that her phone had grown her to a 10-foot-tall Amazon. “You really expect me to believe that? It’s probably just another one of your daydreams.”

The vixen scoffed at Brad. Her friend was a generally friendly German Shepard, a little broad around his shoulders and waist. The two of them had known each other since college days when they’d spent their nights wasting time instead of working on their courses. As she arrived at Brad’s apartment, Scarlet tossed her flip-flops off right away. Something had been irritating her foot inside them since she left the store.

“You can make fun of me if you want but it did happen,” she insisted, striding over to his couch where he was lying across it. She thrust her phone out to him as if it’d prove her case on its own. “See? I did get a new one.”

Brad glanced over his snout at her phone, one arm tucked behind his head. “Yep, looks basic enough. I think maybe you were just fantasizing again, just like that time you said that you turned into a werewolf one night…”

Scarlet grabbed her hips and stubbornly retorted, “That did happen! Some wolf did bite me! But fine… “ She set her phone on the living room table, shoved his legs off the couch so she could drop onto it. The vixen glanced aside, thinking about what had happened. Maybe she had somehow just dreamed about it? If so, maybe she was crazier than she ever knew. Quickly, she changed the subject to prevent any further embarrassment. “Are we going to play something or what? At least you can believe that I beat your ass.”

Brad laughed, reaching out to his TV remote. For a moment his eyes drifted over her round hips, held tightly in her black leggings. They typically spent a while either watching bad movies, playing video games, and talking about random stuff in between, but as much time as they spent together it was still tough not to check out her elegant and shapely figure. What any man wouldn’t give to have her pulling those pants off…

“Yeah yeah, but I’m picking the game first,” he insisted, about to rise to his feet and fetch the controllers, but Scarlet grabbed his wrist.

“No, you picked first last time! I’m the guest here, I should get to pick,” she complained, knowing he’d probably beat her hard if he picked one of his favorite fighting games.

Brad narrowed his eyes at her, but instead of arguing he reached over to the table between the couch and TV. On it was a spare quarter, a convenient coin they often used to settle these stupid debates. “Fine, we flip on it. But I get to call tails this time.”

Scarlet likewise hopped to her feet, though she wasn’t nearly as tall as Brad. It didn’t help that her busty bosom bobbled after such a quick leap, taking away any chance of being intimidating. “Fine, I can go with that, but no cheating this time,” she narrowed her eyes with suspicion at her friend, a slight smile hinting at how she was messing with him.

So Brad lifted the coin, plopped it atop his fist, and launched it up in the air. As it came down, he tried to catch it, but the clumsy dog fumbled. Scarlet laughed as the coin dropped to the floor and promptly rolled on the wood flooring, heading right under the couch. “Brad, you idiot! Better fish it out or we’ll never knew who won,” she teased him.

Brad dropped down and tried to reach under the couch to get the coin, but his thick hands couldn’t fit far enough for it. “Ugh, it really rolled a ways under there. One sec, I guess I can get another one,” he told her with a helpless shrug.

“Wait,” Scarlet promptly stopped him as she glanced down at her phone set on the table. Maybe this was her chance. GrowMe could both grow and shrink her, right? She’d only tried to grow once and only for a few moments, but maybe shrinking would be safer. “Here… with that app I got, maybe I can fit under there and get it for us.”

Her canine friend folded his arms across his chest. “Scarlet, the thing doesn’t shrink you. Are you nuts? Are you sure you’re not overworked or just need some sleep?”

Her pointed ears folded back in dismay, the accusation that she might be lying irritating her. Now was her chance to prove him wrong. “I swear it does. Here, I’ll show you! Viera,” as soon as she said the AI’s name, her phone on the table seemed to turn itself on, screen bright and ready, “shrink me. Say, five inches tall.”

And so it happened again, except this time in the opposite direction. The world around her appeared to move by her, as if she were traveling swiftly down a freeway. The sudden drop in height left her unbalanced, quickly toppling onto her butt. Once again, the app had not lied to her; she had in fact shrunk down to the size of a small doll.

Scarlet’s fur stood on end as she assessed the new world around her. Everything was huge… but especially her friend, Brad. His bare feet were not far from her, each of them about twice as big as her. She could see individual furs on his foot easily. The couch also loomed above her, and she could see underneath it where the coin had fallen. Brad himself looked stunned and speechless, clearly unable to believe what just happened.

Scarlet herself was in shock, her heart thumping as she realized how real the GrowMe app was… and how potentially dangerous being this small was. A misstep from her now giant friend would end very badly for her. Still, trying to show confidence, she rose to her feet and dusted off her clothes. “See? I told you,” she yelled up at him. “Now, I’ll be right back!”

With that, the now small pink fox disappeared under the couch to retrieve the coin, leaving Brad to figure out what just happened. She really did shrink… in fact, she seemed so small he could lift her up like one of his figurines on his mantel in his room. He remained perplexed until Scarlet returned from under the couch, dragging the quarter with her.

“See? It’s heads! I win! God, you need to vacuum under there more,” she called up at him in a squeaky voice. But the gaming session seemed like nothing compared to what he had just seen.

The German Shepard stepped around his now small friend, his feet landing on either side of her, and he squatted down for a closer look. The vixen gawked as she saw his huge thighs flex in his shorts. At best, she could reach just beyond his ankles, so even his waist seemed tens of feet above her. “Wow, now aren’t you a cute little thing?” Brad grinned and reached for her, bringing his large hand around the pint-sized vixen.

Scarlet grunted as the big fingers easily fit around her and hoisted her up in his hand with her own arms pinned against her. Damn it, she really was as big as a toy at best, and her huge friend could easily overpower her. Her eyes narrowed at him as he lifted her to his face, though his own large eyes, sniffling snout, and sharp teeth sent a chilling shiver through her spine. She could see the subtle bumps on his black nose. At least they were friends… but she’d never seen him this closely before. “Hey, you can’t just pick me up like that… I prove it worked. Now get me my phone. I need to get back to normal,” she insisted.

Brad looked at the phone on the table, then grabbed it with his other hand. “Oh, you mean this? Heh, maybe you can have that back… later. For now, I think I caught my own little vixen.” He smirked cockily at her. Even when small, she was still attractive wearing such tight clothes, and now was his chance to finally get a little closer with his sexy friend.

“What are you doing?!” Scarlet yelled at him, but her small voice was hardly intimidating. “Viera, grow me back! Viera!!” But there was no response. Her eyes widened as she realized her error. She had shrunk herself without her phone, leaving it at its normal size… and now Viera couldn’t hear her! Her voice was too weak!

But her so-called friend seemed unfazed. The power he had over a cute fox girl was difficult to resist. His huge nose pressed in closer to her, sniffing at her flowery scent. Scarlet tried to wiggle in his grip, but she could hardly move at all. His nose was strong at this size, pulling her fur and hair toward him. “Hmm, I think I’ve got something more fun to play with here than video games,” he said, then he opened his fingers, settling the vixen on his palm. He could see her entire figure easily, from her slim legs to her busty breasts and her cute but worried face.

Scarlet had nowhere to run, the drop from his hand being tens of feet high from her perspective. So she could do little but try to push his snout away with her feeble hands, of course to no avail. His big muzzle wedged her against his palm, and then the dog licked across her midriff, pulling on her fur on her stomach and getting her tank top wet with his saliva.

“Guh, gross! Brad, please, put me down… are you really going to do this, you ass?” She sounded angry as she tried to wipe his spit off her fur, though some of it clumped across her chest. The wetness on her top only further accentuated her boobs.

“Hmm, not bad. Scar, you’re too cute not to have a little fun with. How about we see more of what you can do?” With that, Brad began to walk, apparently toward his bedroom, with her in his hand. The fox bounced lightly along the way, seeing the world around her shift, but thankfully his hand was soft. Once in his bedroom, he set her phone down near his computer on his desk and brought to his nerdy shelf.

Scarlet had seen his collections before. Brad had an interesting set of old, retro games that she admired, as well as various memorabilia like small figurines and booklets. He kept them tidily organized in his room, and now, as he turned his hand to the side, the small vixen tumbled down onto her face on one of those shelves. Around her were figurines about the same size as her, some slightly taller. One was a warrior woman in full armor, another a fighting girl with barely any clothes on.

She barely had time to stand up, already feeling a sense of fear rising in her chest, before Brad spoke up. “Look at you! Wow, Scarlet. You’re not even bigger than these toys! You’re just like one of them. I could keep you here, and I’d have the rarest collection piece ever.” He grinned at her, his face level with the shelf. “Except… well, you know, I’ve always wanted to see more of you. You sexy little doll, how about you get those clothes off for me? Then you can pose just like the figurines.”

“You pervert! You’re a dirty man! I’m not your damn toy!” She resisted, but Brad was hardly shaken.

“You know, I can just do this…” A couple of his large fingers grabbed at her waist, pulling on her skin-tight leggings. The big dog tugged them downward with Scarlet quickly trying to grab them, but he was so immeasurably strong compared to her. He easily tore through the leggings like plastic wrap, peeling them away and exposing a party of blue panties snuggly wrapped around her waist. They dug pleasantly into her ass and thighs.

“Brad, stop!” She shoved her arms at him but she was pathetically weak. His fingers easily grabbed her top and tore it much the same. God damn it, she rarely wore bras for casual occasions, and now her boobs easily flopped out into the open for her perverted keeper to see. They were sizable on her figure, normally a nice handful, though now perhaps they fitted on a fingertip. Each of the white breasts was topped with a pink nipple, humble and cute. She was quick to try covering herself with her arms, but he promptly pulled them away to see for himself.

“Damn, you might be even sexier as a pipsqueak,” he taunted her, pushing his snout in closer to ogle her bare tits. His finger pushed beneath them, shelving them on his digit and then curling to lightly squeeze them. Scarlet winced from the giant’s strength, but her boobs indeed squished pleasantly on his finger. He could truly do anything to her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. “Now, take the panties off for me, too. You know, one wrong move and I can make things a lot worse. You’re smaller than my foot, right…?”

Her ears burned at the implicit threat. Yes, he could break her if he wanted to, dispose of her like trash. Maybe he was bluffing, but she’d lost her resolve now and obeyed. The vixen hooked her thumbs into her panties and peeled them down. It was her last piece of clothing, and once the underwear dropped to her feet, she stood there naked, like a doll waiting to be dressed.

Brad was really enjoying this now. The power he had was thrilling and arousing, and the fun was only just beginning. “Hell yeah… turn around for me, babe. Show me that ass of yours. You’re always showing that thing off,” he ordered her.

Scarlet folded her ears pitifully, fighting back her emotions. She had to take it for now. Obediently, the vixen turned herself around and leaned forward, presenting her round, pink butt to Brad. Between her legs, he could see her cute, snug slit, a little jumble of fur and some silky skin. “Happy?” She looked over her shoulder, but then squeaked as he suddenly shoved his snout against her ass. “Ahh!” A hot, wet tingle shot up from between her legs. His tongue, bigger than she was, slurped between her legs, pulling on her thighs and labia. In truth, it didn’t feel terrible, but the circumstances meant this was embarrassing more than arousing.

“Hmph, cute little pussy, Scar. Too bad it’s so tight now. Doubt I could even fit a pen tip in there,” he snorted against her, then licked her again, matting her fur with his saliva. She bit her tongue, keeping herself quiet. It was all so gross, so unsettling… Maybe with consent it’d feel sexy, though.

“Brad, stop, please…” She tried to plead with him again, but he didn’t even seem to hear her. Instead, his hand grabbed her again, knocking some wind out of her when his fingers squeezed her chest. Everything was a haze, and in what felt like just a moment she was tossed onto her friend’s bed. The soft surface absorbed her fall well enough as she flopped, sprawled on her back and staring at a ceiling and a big German Shepard dozens of feet over her.

Everything was happening in a blur for her, but Brad knew just what he wanted to try now. “Let’s see how you compare to my dick, then… It won’t fit, but you can still be useful.” He promptly undid his own pants, pushing them down. Scarlet realized his plan, but still was in awe when her ex-friend sat on the bed in front of her, his legs spread.

My god he was huge. She’d seen big guys before, but never like this. His balls, covered in brown fur, could likely smother her, and she doubted she could lift them. His sheath was thick, fuzzy, and perhaps an inch smaller than she was, but already the tip of his canine cock was sticking out of it. Suddenly, the air around her was very warm, thick with a potent, masculine smell. He dominated her senses, truly a god compared to her.

“Come here, my little toy,” he grabbed her by the hips this time, forcing her toward his groin despite her clawing at the bed under her some. Soon enough, those huge balls were right in front of her, as big as mattresses, and then his sheath and the tip of his penis pointed right at her.

“B-Brad, wait,” she tried to speak up but it was too late. Suddenly Brad shoved her face first onto his sheath. She collided with a wall of fur and hot skin, her arms forced to spread out to stabilize herself. His palm wedged her against himself as if she were a pink, foxy cock toy for him.

“Ahh, yeah, you’re soft as hell,” he muttered in a horny haze. Scarlet couldn’t see much, but she could smell him and feel him. His cock grew, pushing outward, and she feel his rigid flesh forcing her and his hand away. After a few moments, the vixen was facing a towering, pulse spire of pink flesh, standing over her by a couple of inches. Brad stood her up beside his erection, amused at how she was shorter than it. “Look at that, you’re smaller than my own dick. Makes you the perfect toy for it.”

“Now licked it, Scar. Worship it. You know you want to, you dirty fox,” he ordered her. She quietly stared daggers up at him, not moving a muscle even as his throbbing shaft beat audibly beside her. He was indeed huge, not bad looking at all, but she could not stand him taking advantage of her. Seeing her resistance, Brad glared at her, baring some of his sharp teeth. “Do it, or you’ll be wrapped around it like a pink little condom.”

Without showing any interest, she obeyed, leaning toward his canine spire. Her tongue was obviously small, but it dragged across the hot surface, leaving a little patch of her saliva. Scarlet closed her eyes, dutifully licking his towering dick. Brad seemed to enjoy it, groaning above her. To him, the attention was small but pleasing, especially to his ego. He had her pampering his erection under his power.

For now, Scarlet figured it was best to get this over with. Her hands pressed into his hard skin, not too pliable, and began kneading it for him. Her tongue lapping around more, tasting some unsettling sweat on his skin. As he grew hornier, Brad wrapped his fingers around her and his cock, sandwiching her between his palm and his erection. She felt divine, like a furry, warm sock of sorts with delicate hands and a ticklish tongue.

Gradually precum began to dribble down from his length. Scarlet cringed as some of it stuck to her head, tumbling down across her cheeks and chin and down her naked body. Her breasts squished against his cock with sticky precum flowing between them. She was going to smell like him after this, maybe never get the precum out of her fur. It was like syrup, except it tasted salty when it inevitably fell into her mouth.

Without any shame, Brad masturbated using his new toy. He could feel her curves smothered against him, her arms wrapped around his cock. It was so hot to see and then to imagine having this girl displayed in his room. He could use her whenever he wanted, paint with his cum or even tuck her into his pants for the entire day. She’d grow to love it, too, he was sure!

Scarlet had to endure the rough tugging up and down, his cock tip jabbing her face now and then. She could hear the slicks sounds of his palm moving on his sticky skin, plus the slight plop of his balls moving on the bed beneath her. It felt like an eternity, like this was just her life now, but finally the horny mutt came.

And she dealt with all of it. His cock throbbed more harshly, smacking her cheeks and breasts, and then his cum fired up and landed back down on his lap. The careless dog let the seed drop down onto his cock and then land onto her. Scarlet squeaked and flailed as his white cum stuck to her fur, covering her from head to toe. It was so gooey! So sticky! Trying to wipe it off did almost nothing.

Brad carelessly dropped her onto his bed, smirking above her. “Fuck… that’s hot as hell. You’re covered in it. My own personal cum rag,” he boasted. The vixen sat herself up, arms held out as she looked down at herself. His seed pooled into her lap, a river flowing slowly down from her cleavage. It smelled and tasted strange. Her heart raced, trying to make sense of this. She was so small he could literally coat her in cum.

Without a word, her canine owner got off the bed, thudding away somewhere, leaving her a sticky mess on his bed. It was a brief respite, a few moments of quiet. She had fought her emotions so far, but now she felt a sense of hopelessness washing over her. Was this really her fate? To be this asshole’s cum rag? To be a mere toy on his mantel? Part of her felt resigned to it already. What could she do? He was massive, and the world around her was scarily huge. How could she escape?

Her head lifted up, gazing over at his desk. It appeared to be a few miles in the distance but was only just across the room. She could see her phone there, the source of this entire fiasco. It had shrunk her down when she asked it, but now it couldn’t hear her voice. No matter how it worked, it was her only hope of getting out of this. She had to get over to it somehow.

Just as she was piecing her thoughts today, Brad returned with a wet clothe of sorts. She held her ground as he wiped her down with it. Apparently he was nice enough to clean her at least, though it left her damp. “There, don’t need my toy being sticky all day,” he said. “Now, what else should I do with you…?”

Scarlet twitched her ears, looked up at him, and decided she could use one of her few talents: some charm. “Ah, tough to say, your highness… I mean, you’re truly a huge man, Brad. Maybe I could think of some ideas for us.”

Brad smirked, holding a hand on his bare hip. “Your highness? Not bad… see, you know you’re mine. Why resist? You can learn to enjoy it. Plus, I was thinking I might work on hacking that phone of yours, too.”

She frowned but quickly lifted a finger and arched her chest out, trying to look sexy for him. Her big boobs did that well on their own. “You know, if I’m your new toy, how about getting some pictures of me? You could show me off that way, you know? Maybe near your computer so they can see how small I am,” she suggested.

Thankfully the egotistical dog seemed to like this idea. “You’re a smart one, Scarlet. Yeah, you could fetch quite a bit of attention online… Come here.” With that, he reached for her, and she prepared herself better this time for being lifted.

Brad transported her over to his desk, but much to her dismay set her down on opposite side to her phone. His monitor dominated the desk, but a keyboard, mouse, and a couple knick knacks, like pens and a wallet, stood between her and her phone. “Do a little pose for me, Scarlet. Show me what you got,” he commanded her.

Obediently, Scarlet grabbed her hip and pushed it to one side. Her other arm tossed some of her short hair sassily. Her nude body was a sight to behold, small but with amazing curves. Her breasts seemed to bounce or sway during even slight movements. Brad whistled, thoroughly appeased. “Oh that’s good! One sec, let me get my good camera,” he told her and promptly turned away, heading for his closet in his room.

Now was her chance. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward her phone at the other end of the desk. It looked like it was a full football field away. Thankfully she had decently fit legs, but the desk was littered with obstacles. Going around the keyboard was easy enough, but as she tried to leap over the mouse’s cord it briefly snagged her leg. She grunted as she flopped face first on the wood, but she scrambled to right herself. The desperate vixen then shoved a pen out of her way, barely able to move it far enough to avoid having to leap it.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Brad’s voice roared out around her. From the corner of her eye, she could see a blur of brown fur lunging at her. She was almost there! Her heart thudded as she ran and then pounced at the phone, lunging for the phone’s cover. Her claws clamped onto it… but at the same time she cried out as Brad’s fist grabbed her bottom half. She was so close! She tried to pull herself forward, but she had no strength.

“Viera!” She called out at her phone. “Viera! Grow! Grow me! Please, grow me! Make me big!”

“What do you think you’re doing? Trying to sneak away from me?” Brad’s face growled at her as soon as he pulled her up to it. “I’m going to have to fucking stash you away somewhere for that!”

But suddenly he began to lose his grip on the fox in his hand. Brad was forced to let go as Scarlet rapidly grew out of his fist. And then, in a matter of moments, his room quickly filled with vixen.

The next thing Scarlet knew she was outside, gazing up at the starry evening sky. It had happened fast just like last time, and this time the growth was beyond anything she thought possible. As she sat herself up, she gasped upon seeing how big she’d become.

She’d grown completely out of Brad’s apartment building. Her legs were still inside of it, each of them immensely long, but she’d torn down the entire wall and smashed through the upper floor as well. Carefully, Scarlet rose to her feet, standing in some of the grass around the building. By the time she stood up, she’d saw that the two-story building only reached to her upper leg. She was, by any measure, gigantic.

The faint glow of streetlights, moonlight, and apartment windows cast some light on her pink and white figure. She dusted debris off her chest, then gazed around, seeing much of the neighborhood from her high vantage point. Streets glowed in lights around her, homes and apartments scattered out to the horizon. She had gone from doll-sized to building-sized and could now only be thankful that it was dark out, so only those in the immediate area could see her.

The naked giantess leaned forward to look into the debris, her breasts dangling beneath her chest. After spotting a shimmering surface in the destroyed apartment, she reached and pulled her phone out from the pile. Apparently it had grown with her, perhaps she was touching it when she commanded Viera to grow her. “Wow… This is unreal,” she murmured. But then her sensitive ears twitched at the sound of someone below, something in the rubble.

“Ah… what the hell…” Brad grunted as he pulled himself out into the grass, flumping down into it. The vixen had nearly crushed him with her hip, and now he was just thankful to be alive. But, just when he thought he was free, he looked up and saw her. His heart immediately fell in his chest.

She was massive. With only part of her figure lit, she looked like a looming shadow, her green eyes the brightest and most striking part of her. Her size was frightening, but yet undeniably sexy at the same time. Her hips were bigger than his bedroom was, and her breasts could probably flatten a van.

At first, Scarlet thought she better get out of here, before anyone else showed up. Surely someone had noticed what happened and fled. But as soon as she saw Brad, her traitorous, vile old friend there, helplessly sprawled on the lawn, she could not turn down the opportunity, the chance for revenge. He would pay for what he did, especially that now she was the god, or rather goddess.

“Well, well, well…” Her huge feet thumped onto the ground as she strode forward, needing only a single step with each leg to reach Brad. Her toes on their own were as lengthy as he was tall. “What do we have here? A dirty little mutt? You know, Brad, I think you’ve really fucked up this time.”

Brad hastened to his feet and turned to flee, but she wouldn’t allow it. Her foot lifted and dropped down on him, her toes pinning his bottom half in place with his face shoved into the dirt. She weighed a ton now, the dog easily overpowered by just her toes and their well-groomed claws. He grunted and tried to push at her paw, but to no avail. “Scarlet, come on, it was just fun and games,” he pled to her.

Scarlet snorted and leaned forward, getting a good luck at the man, still half-naked and stuck under her toes. She shifted a couple of them apart and wedged him between them, then promptly closed the toes together, smothering him against her fur and her pink toe pads. “Uh huh. Just shut up and kiss my foot. You’re the toy here now.”

The giantess smirked as Brad readily gave in to her commands, unwilling to challenge the powerful woman. His head turned, and he kissed her nearby toe, ensuring she could see him do it. Her toe promptly curled, pushing on his head and rolling across his cheeks. Scarlet could do whatever she wanted with him, and many ideas raced through her head. Keeping him under her foot wasn’t a bad one, such a degrading position, but she wanted to fully repay the favor.

Her fingers plucked Brad from the ground, holding him between two fingertips. He dangled in front of her face, as tiny as a little morsel. She realized she could easily toss him down her throat and swallow him like a snack… but she didn’t want to kill him. That seemed a little excessive. “I thought we were supposed to be friends, Brad,” she spoke sternly to him, forcing him to look at her face, larger than a billboard. Her voice echoed in the night, and her eyes stared at him deeper than he thought possible. If he wasn’t so scared, she’d look magnificent, but her voice carried clear anger.

“You sacrificed it all just for your perverted games. Your dick doesn’t look too big from up here, you know?,” she taunted him with a toothy grin. “Was it worth it? Because now I’ll show you just how it’s like.”

Admittedly, this new found power was thrilling her and turning her on. She was the strongest woman, no, strongest person, ever, a monstrous vixen. Now she kind of knew what Brad felt like facing her when she was small… but she’d at least not kidnap him. This was only payback, she told herself.

Brad traveled down her body as Scarlet squatted in the grass, her toes digging up some of the dirt underneath them. Her back collided with the apartment building behind her as she spread her legs, exposing her damp, glistening pussy lips to both Brad and the night air. Her most intimate and warmest bits were as huge as the rest of her. Likely a person could fit between those aroused, slightly swollen lips, and the air was full of her warmth and her frisky fragrance.

The German Shepard was both mesmerized and worried. Just the sight and smell of her womanhood aroused him, sparking his cock to firm up again, but she was in control here. Scarlet nonchalantly shoved Brad against her cooch, faceplanting him into her labia. He gasped and tried to flail in her grip, but his hands slipped helplessly on her wet, slick skin. Her fingers curved into a hook, acting as a sort of chair for him while at the same time pushing her fingertips and his legs into her vagina.

“Ah, look who’s the toy now,” she mocked him from above, then cooed under her breath. It felt good, so good, to have his little body tucked against her and inside her. Her fingers shoved him farther inward, spreading her petals out in the process. It was amazing! She could fit a person in her, using them like nothing more than a living, squirming dildo. Up above, her palm cupped one of her doughy breasts, her nipple pinched between a couple digits. Even for her they were so fun to play with.

Uncaring about whoever might see her, Scarlet fingered herself using her old friend. As she realized how great it felt, and as she fed on the rush of energy and adrenaline coming with her new found size, she groaned aloud, waking up more of the neighborhood. Probably anyone in a half-mile could hear the new goddess in throes of pure pleasure. As her fingers moved more quickly, they could even listen to the lewd squishing of her knuckles sinking into her pussy.

For Brad, the experience was both hell and heaven, depending on one’s point of view. By no means was she gentle. Her hand forced him in and out of her from his feet up to his chin, and inside of her he could feel her muscles squishing and squeezing around him. Her sticky vaginal juices quickly drenched him with some of it dripping down and puddling on the ground. As she pumped him back and forth, his face collided a number of times with her stiff clit, and occasionally she’d grind his face right into it, forcing him to endure the rigid nub’s presence.

“Yes, that’s it, lick my clit, my bad little toy,” she dominantly ordered him, and he followed without question, dragging his tongue across the sensitive button. This, of course, only lit her up more. Her back slammed harder against the apartment building, or what was left of it, and she howled out with her fingers moving faster. It was a dizzying ride, and Brad wasn’t sure he could stay conscious.

Just as the world started to go dark for Brad, Scarlet arched her neck back and orgasmed, hard. It was, by any measure, the biggest climax ever on the planet. Her toes dug deep holes into the ground, and her fingers twisted her nipple as she maddeningly scratched her inner itch. Brad’s entire body, including his face, vanished in her pussy, and she moaned hotly as the pressure built. Finally, a deluge of her cum squirted across him and onto the ground. She drenched the grass as if it was hosed down.

It was the hottest moment of her life. Scarlet sat there, her ass thudding as it dropped to the ground and quaking the buildings around her. As she caught her breath, panting like a dog, she tried to regain some composure. That felt so good, the thrill being beyond anything she’s ever done, probably because of the added element of revenge. Now here she was, her legs stretched out into the road in front of her, and her ex-friend carelessly dropped into the grass between her legs.

But there was no way she could stay here. If she drew more attention, things could turn very bad. Already, with her radar-dish sized ears, she could hear sirens in the distance. “Fuck,” she murmured, carefully pushing herself to her feet. Her legs wobbled, still recovering from her orgasm. She glanced down at Brad, sprawled perhaps unconscious in the grass. She didn’t care enough to check, but she wouldn’t crush him either. As a parting gift, the giantess pursed her lips and shot some spit down at him, only adding to the wet, messy pile she left him in.

The giantess grabbed her phone, the one she’d gotten just this afternoon. In just one day, it’d changed her life forever. As she pressed the Home button, turning it on, a notification from Viera greeted her. “New milestone: 100ft. Congratulations!”

Scarlet smirked, then instructed her new AI helper, “Let’s head home. We’ll shrink me back to normal when we get there.” With directions to her place glowing on her screen, she turned and, as quietly as a giantess could, stepped out into the night.

Below, a hooded figure glanced around the now partially destroyed apartment building. With his wrist lifted to his face, he spoke, “Report: First test: success.”

“Ugh, the fuck am I?” Taylor rubbed his head, sitting up atop of the blue flip-flop. It was still massive, and he was still tiny. Beside him were a few other shows, but beyond that he could barely make out where he was. The huge vixen had disappeared, and he could barely make out some sort of trashed room around him.

A set of huge feet rudely interrupted his concentration. He grumbled, looking up at the legs of some anonymous otter woman, shapely and fit and wearing some sort of police uniform. She didn’t seem to notice the flip flops, strolling nonchalantly toward and then over him. One of her large, webbed feet loomed over her, ready to descend right onto him, and once more the woman had no clue he was there. “Damn it, not again…” Taylor grunted before the foot landed.