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Mr. Giving's Growing Problems

By Danath

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Gerald Giving tried to keep his head down and his tail tucked at work. He dressed modestly, usually wearing a neutral button-up shirt and black slacks. He didn't raise his hands during meetings, didn't gossip with coworkers, and quietly focused on his tasks each day. Hunched over a computer that appeared too small for such a big fox, he was content to simply contribute his time, earn his paycheck, and go home. Nobody knew much about him. He was polite and friendly enough when he did talk to other people about work projects, but nobody knew of any of his outside interests or hobbies.

Which could explain why Luke was so curious. Lean, skinny, a foot-and-a-half shorter than the much bigger fox, the only physical feature the small horse had in common with the vulpine was the color of his hide, a ruddy orange-brown that lightened under his jaw and along the front of his throat.

"Hey! Gerald! You want to catch a movie this weekend?" the horse asked, leaning against the entry to the fox's cubicle.

The fox stiffened for a moment, then relaxed before turning his head over his shoulder.

"Oh... Luke, hi," he said. His wide shoulders turned a little, but his hips and legs faced away, towards his computer and under his desk. The fox's large, bushy tail curled through a hole in the bottom back of the chair and around the underside, where it twitched between the legs of his pants. "Uh... I'm gonna be busy this weekend, sorry. But thank you for asking!"

Luke tipped his head to the side.

"Really? You're not just trying to get rid of me?"

"No, I mean, I'm going to be busy, but it's nice of you to ask, like I said."

The fox appeared distracted. His eyes glanced to the sides as his whole body tensed again.

"Hmph. Well, listen, if you're actually straight or aren't single and I'm barking up the wrong tree, maybe you can tell me now and save us both some time, huh?"

The fox's eyes focused on Luke again. The little stallion brushed a paw through his long, dark brown mane. Luke's long hair glimmered in the white lights of the office as it framed his smooth, blunt muzzle, wide eyes, and pouty lips...

Gerald's breath caught in his muzzle before he turned around and leaned forward, coughing.

"No," he gasped once nearly recovered. "No, I mean, it's not that, it's just... uh... I mean..."

"You're busy, riiiight," Luke said, grinning. "Alright, play hard to get, stud."

The stallion turned and swayed away, shifting his plump hips side to side as he trotted off.

Gerald's eyes followed the shapely backside until it disappeared around another bank of cubicles, then he turned his wide torso back to his desk. Next to his keyboard, his phone flashed a notification from a familiar name. The fox's paw shot under the desk as a wave of relief washed over him, only for the look in his eyes to turn one of creased worry as he read the contents.

It was not good news. The fox shifted in his seat, hips moving forward and backwards slowly as his paw worked up and down along whatever it was underneath the computer, and a deep groan threatened to come out before the fox clamped his muzzle shut. The worried look in his eyes intensified as he read the last part of the message again:

"I'll have to cancel, sorry! Surprise vacation - I'll be out of the country for a few months! Whoo hoo! It's all thanks to you, buddy! I owe you big time."

Below the text was a photo of a short squirrel taken from behind. The bright-eyed male was pulling his tail around to his front, exposing a breathtaking amount of thickly-furred squirrel rump in the process. A skimpy bright yellow bikini bottom more or less completely failed to cover the thick cheeks at all. Fuzzy roundness spilled outwards against the stretchy straps in all directions, and all it really did succeed in doing was pulling the two sides a bit more tightly together. Clearly visible through the gap in his spread thighs was the considerable bulge in front, a sturdy pair of balls each about the size of Gerald's own fist. Thick, graspable thighs were just in frame, and Gerald knew from experience those thighs narrowed into a pair of lovely little lean calves just below, which were perfect for holding onto whenever they... whenever they...

The fox's eyes closed. A musky scent filled his cubicle. Gerald's eyes opened, this time with worry and panic, as he shoved himself away from his desk and stood. The big fox's paws worked quickly and with practice. First, they pushed the massive bulge traveling down the right leg of his pants, almost to his knee, into a more comfortable position so he could walk without limping. They did the same for the enormous round spheres next, then reached for a large folded box underneath the desk. One side of the file tote was cut away, allowing the big male to disguise the impressive maleness inside by simply stuffing his hips against the side of the cardboard after he'd popped it back into shape.

Trying not to leak as he softly padded out of his cubicle and to the bathrooms, he kept a carefully practiced neutral look on his face. He passed coworkers, his manager, and the HR office on the way, but eventually made it in. He folded up his disguise and took it with him into the stall, where he was free to fish out his enormous length and try to get some relief.

He tugged his pants down past his huge balls to his knees, leaving only the tight, straining underwear to hold him in place. The underwear was solid fabric, no gaps, with welded seams and extra tight to hold him down and in control. Each pair cost a good amount of money, but they were worth it in situations like this. Gerald hooked a thumb into the waistband and tugged.

His massive cock arched through the gap almost immediately. Still soft, it could easily bend over as inch after inch of vulpine meat flexed out of his sheath. The furry white tube fattened as Gerald kept pulling down, exposing more of the huge length, and what was coming out now was simply backed up. Despite how thick and long the huge shaft was, it wasn't able to stretch past the massive round orbs below. The huge sac, also covered in a thick, deep layer of white fur, swelled up with arousal as soon as they were freed from the tight undies, which ended up around his knees along with his pants.

The fox leaned over, one paw stretching out to the wall for support as his other grabbed his huge cock and dragged it upwards along his muscular belly and chest. His eyes closed as he pumped, quickly and efficiently, until his massive rod stood at full attention. Gerald's eyes peeked open before they went wide. His fingers trembled as he leaned further forward, pecs straining against his button-up, rumpcheeks tensed and clenched. His cock was huge... too huge... it felt so good... he just had to... stroke... harder...

Large fingers clenched around the immense pole, pinching the smooth, slick flesh, rubbing across the veins pumping from the base to the crown. The fox's sheath swelled larger still before a fat red knot followed the rest of the unspooled arousal, causing the fat maleness to shove just a few more inches towards Gerald's muzzle.

He was long enough to easily suck himself off, but he knew that would make a mess of his clothes. Instead, he leaned his head back, muzzle wide, tongue out, eyes closed, and pumped with both hands, left on top of right. His meat was too thick to properly hold with just one hand anyways as it was too girthy even for Gerald to get his whole paw around. Streams of spunky pre-cum dribbled down into the toilet as the fox's hips thrust harder, faster. Small slaps echoed around the bathroom as he worked himself over as rapidly as he could, not wanting to get caught in such a compromising situation at work.

Absorbed as he was in the intense lustful energies soaking into his brain from his hard, throbbing shaft and incredible balls, he failed to hear the bathroom door slide open and shut again, or the soft steps of someone entering, pausing, and sniffing the air.

Gerald also failed to notice the pointed pony ears and bright eyes peer over the top of the stall, wide with shock, before disappearing and scuttling out of the room.

Instead, Gerald focused on blowing a monstrous load of thick, hot spooge into the toilet bowl. His trembling fingers hit the lever several times over the next few moments as he delivered gallons of pent-up need.

The fox grit his teeth, quivering as he used both paws on his fat knot to aim his bucking shaft the right direction. One huge blast followed another as he tensed for the duration, every muscle screaming with pleasure.

Finally his huge length dribbled to a stop. Gerald panted, wiped himself down with toilet paper, and flushed again, then worked on stuffing his now merely half-hard arousal down his undewear superstructure before tugging up his pants.

Disaster averted, he thought. But just one. He washed his paws, then left the restroom while looking at his phone. The fat-rumped squirrel, with his lean and smooth shoulders and belly, jumped off the screen at him, sending a fresh throb through his unsatisfied loins. Resisting for now, Gerald glanced at the time. Only three more hours, and then the weekend would arrive, when he could try to find someone else willing to take care of his "little" problem.

The remainder of the work day passed by slowly. Time crawled as he watched the clock tick over. He couldn't focus on anything thanks to the gradual swelling in his pants. It was almost like clockwork, he thought. He could only let it go so long until the buildup was too much.

He sat in his car in the parking lot after work on his phone, texting the other regulars. He usually had anywhere from six to eight males on call, but few were willing to test their luck with him being as big as he was at the moment. A few thanked him, but weren't interested in getting any bigger themselves.

Gerald slumped in the driver's seat as he struck out again and again. His fantastic bulge squeezed into the underside of the driving column as a large wet spot grew across his thighs and knees.

Across the parking lot in another car, Luke watched, waiting, eyes wide and glassy, a hungry grin on his blunt muzzle.

Gerald kept a large gym bag in his car for this sort of situation. By stuffing his junk into the side pocket from which the interior wall was removed, his enormous bulge filled the interior and enabled him to walk from his car to his house looking like he came from the gym rather than looking like he already came. The beefy fox walked fast and hurried, swinging his legs and the gym bag so that they thumped and bounced off each other. His fingers fumbled the keys as he opened the door and scrambled inside.

Another car pulled up outside the house driven by a familiar ruddy orange stallion.

Gerald's pants lay in the corner of the living room. His underwear draped over the floor nearby. The unbuttoned sids of his shirt spread apart, revealing his huge and muscular white-furred chest and belly. Deep ridges appeared along his hard six pack stomach, but were hidden at the moment by the enormous knotted shaft throbbing between his pecs.

The television was turned on and turned up to drown out the slapping, gasping, and whimpering as Gerald attempted to satisfy his unnatural cravings manually. He grit his teeth and growled as he thrust and pumped into his paws until his heart thudded in his ears. A wave of euphoria - momentary and brief - eclipsed the urge to mate as a column of thick white spooge erupted from his stalk and splattered across the floor and coffee table towards the television. Rich, pungent, and hot, the thick jizz pumped steadily from the fox's enormous white balls, but only left him feeling even more heat, more need, more desire.

Gerald's muzzle scrunched into a growl. He was going to have to find someone to fuck and soon. He couldn't grow any bigger and keep it hidden. He was already past the limit he'd set for himself...

But it also felt so good. The huge fox's head lolled back over the couch as he kept pumping and stroking, working his knot and shaft with his paws as the tip drove between his slab-like pacs. Another gush, another wet slosh, another useless semi-orgasm as the pent-up male desperately tried to satisfy the growing need. On the coffee table, his phone waited, screen still showing the login to the hookup app.

Gerald's brain was hazy. He was having trouble focusing on anything else. He'd been in this situation before, but not this bad and with nobody available to help. The fox could only be satisfied by dumping his load into a tight, clenching rump, and visions of the many backsides he'd used over the years tumbled through his brain, only fueling the red hot lust setting his impressive staff on fire. The tip pushed forward, nearly reaching to his neck, as his fingers dug into the bulging urethra.

"NNnnngggghhhh!"

The fox's legs lifted and his toes curled while his tail shot straight out beneath him. This time he fired backwards, over his shoulder, splattering the wall behind in rich, musky spouts of jizz until he collapsed into the cushions with his rock hard length gently bobbing above his plump pecs.

"Fuuuuuuck... I need an ass... hrrrrrfffff... need to... mmmfffrrrrrhh... fuck!"

Gerald shivered. His cock beat harder against his pecs as his muscles clenched and tense. The couch cracked underneath his huge and muscular body as it swelled outwards in all directions, visibly growing as he lost what little control still remained.

"Nnnnggghhhh!"

Waves of thick white spooge rolled down his erection as he mindlessly pawed at himself, his heavy body twitching and turning on the cushions as he tried to please himself enough to rest, to feel some sort of relief, but it just kept getting worse. He desperately grabbed his phone and tried to sign in, but his spoogey fingers wouldn't get his password correct. Growling with frustration, he threw the phone aside and rolled off the couch. Getting on all fours, he stuffed a bunch of pillows down between his legs, surrounding his cock, and leaned down to hump them as hard as he could.

The stuffing exploded outwards under his chin after half a dozen reps, ruining the batch as a wave of cum followed.

"NNNnfffffrrrrhhhhh!"

The guttural growls grew worse and worse as he crawled towards his bedroom. Maybe, in there, he could find something to fuck... to sate the need... the urgent, pressing need to hump and pump and thrust...

"Hey, Gerald? The door was unlocked and you weren't answering the doorbell, so I let myself in, and... oh. Whooooa."

The fox whirled around, still on all fours. His tail lifted into the air as he realized Luke stood in the doorway to the bedroom, feet spread to either side of the musky trail of pre-cum Gerald dribbled on the way in. The stallion's eyes were wide and glossy as the full force of the vulpine scent filled his nostrils, cueing an unmistakable twitching in his pants. The fox's shoulders bulged and tensed, huge and powerful, as his claws scraped over the carpet. Gerald's immense length hung from his hips, jutting between his elbows, lewdly lifting up and bouncing off the meaty, full pecs above, before dropping back to the floor. A splurt of thick pre-cum accompanied each twitch. The fox's legs tensed up next as his claws got purchase in the rug.

"Gerald? You okay?" the stallion asked. "I didn't... wow... you're so... I had no idea... I mean... I knew you were big... but... woooow..."

The pony's voice trailed off as he stared, open muzzled, at the impressively muscular fox's crouched, tensed body, not realizing what was about to happen next.

Gerald sprung off the floor, soaring into the air above Luke's head. The pony couldn't move as the big male landed, shoving the stallion onto his back on the carpet. The immense fox balls pinned his hips easily and draped over his own arousal as he gasped from the shock.

"Gerald! Oof! What are yoummmfffff... mmffff... hhrrrrrrrr..."

The fox's pointed muzzle was more than enough to completely cover the small pony's snout. Luke found himself sucking on the vulpine's thick tongue as it swirled around his muzzle and explored the back of his throat. The stallion's fingers reached up and grasped the sides of the pulsing, hot member sliding across his chest and belly as the huge fox's claws kept his shoulders pinned. The big male humped into Luke's paws as a thrill ran up the smaller male's spine.

"Oh my god, Gerald, you're so fucking big," the stallion gasped as the fox dragged his tongue free. "Nnnfff!"

Rough paws tore at his clothes, ripping them from his body. The stallion gasped and squirmed as the giant fox's powerful paws did as they pleased, touching and stroking and squeezing his body. Fingers pinched at his nipples, pulled at his thighs, spread his rumpcheeks, and cradled his head. The massive fox cock bobbed and lurched, occasionally pinned to him, sometimes batting against his belly or chest. Gerald's glossy and narrow stare focused on the stallion's hips as he flipped his coworker over and smacked his maleness down across the crease.

Luke gasped and jerked his hips forward as the fat tip pressed down into his spine, first at his lower back before sliding up to between his shoulder blades. Thick rivulets of seed rolled down his bare sides as he moaned and squirmed under the intense heat and weight.

"Gerald! Gerald, wait!" he gasped, but the big fox ignored him.

Gerald was lost in the heat and lust. His massive arousal controlled him now as his whole body swelled again, adding on pounds of muscle, pounds of meat to an already fully stuffed figure. His massive torso leaned down, and his fuzzy, white furred slabs surrounded Luke's head, muffling the pony and forcing him to stretch his neck out. His lips and nostrils just poked through the big, muscular fox's cleavage.

The fox's change in position let him drag his hips back, pulling his leaking, dripping arousal back down the stallion's smooth, curvy backside and past his rapidly twitching tail. The muscular, heavy fox kept the pony fully pinned and immobile as his paw grabbed his length near the hard, jerking tip, and guided it down between those plump pony rump cheeks.

Luke's legs kicked, hooves flailing from between Gerald's meaty thighs, but there was no stopping what happened next. The fox, letting out a deep, growling croon of satisfaction, drove his incredible stalk deep under the stallion's twitching tail.

The lips and nostrils poking out from under Gerald's pecs exhaled and froze, even as the fox pulled back for another deep rut. Cum was already squirting out of the stallion's overstretched tail hole as the lips parted, showing flat white teeth, until the fox drove in even deeper than the first time. Constant growls and gasps drowned out whatever gasps and moans came from underneath Gerald as he worked his meat deeper into the tight, hot, clenching hold, his lust driving his body to get every inch of oversized cock as deep as possible.

It turned out to be pretty deep. The stallion's rump cheeks quivered with the intensity of his clenching as the fat, veiny pink cock sunk in deeper than ever, more than halfway to the base. The fox's thrusts picked up pace, hard and firm strokes that dragged his thickness almost to the tip before plunging back in with a spray of sticky spooge. The stallion's cheeks rippled and bounced as the fox's body got closer and closer in the back.

Gerard closed his eyes as he felt the last bit of resistance fall to his massive member. The big male's hips bounced downwards, smacking off the tight, small backside, completely thrusting every last inch of dick - save his fat, throbbing knot - deep inside the small horse. His heavy weight flattened Luke below him as he pounded away, hard and fast, each slap echoing like a gunshot through the small bedroom.

The puddle of seed grew around them as the fox's thick, aching shaft battered open the small male. It didn't take more than a few minutes of hard, constant thrusting, though, before Gerard's shoulders tensed up. His biceps bulged as his pecs flexed, clenching the small pony's ears and skull between them. His hips powered downwards, and this time after connecting to the stallion's backside, they stayed there, keeping his hugeness buried completely within. The fox's thick pink knot ground down into the smaller male's hole until Gerard could feel the stallion writhing below. With a growl of lust, Gerard forced himself in. The fat knot locked in place and the fox roared with pleasure. An eruption followed, a load even bigger, muskier, and more potent than any he'd been able to achieve on his own. Gerard's muzzle fell open, tongue out over his lips, as he quickly relaxed his weight on top of the small stallion. Luke's tight little hole milked his cock so nicely, pulled his thick knot deeper so well, he couldn't help but start slowly pumping again as liters of seed flooded the small male's backside.

With each powerful delivery of potent jizz, Luke's figure changed, swelling larger and rounder and thicker. The fox's body, meanwhile, shrunk the same amount. It was slow and gradual, as if Gerard's body were unwillingly relinquishing the size it had developed, but surely, with each deep blast of seed, the big fox slimmed down a bit, losing some of his muscle and power and size.

Luke picked up every ounce the fox shed. The stallion's plump cheeks amplified the most, swelling around the invading girth and providing even more slick, hot pony flesh to rub against.

The fox groaned and moaned, panting hard as he felt the shifting body beneath clench oh-so-nicely around his aching shaft. Having been ignored too long, his hardness remained so, and as his slow strokes gradually picked up pace again, the need to empty his massive balls continued unabated... perhaps even more motivated than ever to fully satisfy the itch the fox refused to scratch...

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When Luke woke up the next morning, Gerard was substantially smaller. It was hard to put a number on it, but the pony guessed the big fox was a few inches shorter and much less thick, perhaps shaving off fifty pounds or more from his wide torso, arms, and legs overall.

Of course, Luke was that much bigger. His rump was positively thicc, maybe even thiccc, he thought, as he rolled onto his belly and looked over his shoulder at his curvy figure. His tail wiggled above the fantastic curves of his round bottom, wide thighs, and narrow calves. His hooves twitched as he clenched his hips, bouncing the huge cheeks up and down opposite each other just for fun. The stallion's upper body was slightly changed as well, though to much less of a degree than his plump and fuckable rump. His belly was smoother, plumper, along with his soft pecs and skinny shoulders.

Not to mention the fat, heavy balls hanging from his thighs. He'd had a standard pair before, but now each plump nut was bigger than his head by half, and were matched by a fat, quivering pony cock with a flare that would put stallions twice his size to shame.

Yes, he thought, a pleased grin spreading across his muzzle. This will do quite nicely.

When Gerard woke, the big fox apologized and explained everything - his growth condition, how to relieve it, how his usual stable of "helpers" were all unavailable, and how the effects gradually wore off after a few months without him "re-upping" so to speak.

The ruddy orange pony only half listened as his paws teased and stroked the big fox's knot until Gerard decided to demonstrate again, rather than explain, how it all worked.

The end