FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Miles gasped and groaned as his expansion continued, now feeling more than just beef being added to his body. In a strange turn of events he felt his frame stretch out, both his shoulders widening as well as his torso getting longer. The sensation flared his nostrils wide, barely able to comprehend the changes happening to him as they did. It felt like he was going through a second puberty, only this was occurring over the course of a few seconds. If only it felt this amazing the first time.

Muscle fibres tore apart and repaired themselves as energy continually pumped into him, his skeleton creaking larger as his computer recognized that something had gone wrong and had begun inspecting its hard drives for damage. Not now! He grunted in annoyance at being locked out of the very thing that could've stopped this from continuing.

And yet it continued, his body piling on muscle mass like it was going out of style. For the first time in his life - or really the first time that he ever saw on someone - his chest had puffed out enough that he could observe it in his peripheral vision. Were he a biologist that could've been an exciting event, but as an inventor it did literally nothing for him but ring alarm bells in his head. Pleasure inundated his very form, coaxing his hands to grip either one of his pillars. It took him everything that he had inside of him not to acquiesce.

In the midst of his growth, there came one side effect that he wouldn't have predicted even if given enough time - every single creak and groan that came from his body fed into his creation's sound sensor, involuntarily feeding back into him and adding to his expansion. It became a vicious cycle of growth, one that he didn't want but his body craved.

He had to get away from his invention if his computer wouldn't load in time. Taking even a few steps was a lot to process as the way that his body undulated against itself sent shivers of ecstasy ripping up his spine. In mere seconds he had to stop and take a breather, feeling the urge to relieve his pent-up tensions that had built up over years of neglecting his baser needs. Had he known that he'd one day be pummeled with euphoria from a freak accident, he might've prepared himself appropriately.

More and more he surged outward in all directions, now standing a full head over where he did moments ago. His weight had positively skyrocketed thanks to carrying hundreds of pounds of vulpine heft. It took him a second to relax enough to keep composed as his knees just about buckled from his flourishing shafts getting caressed by his shredded torso. Man, he'd never felt so heavy before in his life. How do those other people do this regularly?

Unfortunately for him, the sound sensor that he bought all those years ago was purchased with the intent of being overly sensitive, meaning that it still picked up every single noise that his body produced. Things had only grown worse since he recognized that as every groan from both him and his physique had become longer the bigger that he'd gotten. He fought his hands from shooting to his burgeoning pricks, denying himself the pleasure of feeling up both them and the grapefruit-sized balls that he'd gained as well.

It was only then that Miles realized how much tighter both his boots and gloves had become. It used to be a slight discomfort that he could easily ignore, but now it was noticeably painful how little room there was. He didn't even think about removing them before he got to this point, now he wouldn't have the chance. He just had to watch as both his hands and feet busted out of their respective garments, eventually leaving the fabric in shreds.

Still he continued to grow, his arms being forced away from his sides now. That concerned him more than he thought it would. He looked at one and nearly fainted, seeing that the tricep alone was far thicker than what his waist used to be, with the whole arm itself bloated bigger than a steel bar. His biceps both flexed into split peaks - verified by looking at his other arm - displaying the two heads that he'd never seen show up on another person before. Were this not happening to him, he might've found it fascinating.

And his chest! God, he could really see it now, even without looking down. What would he say to someone if they saw him like this? He genuinely had no clue, and it worried him beyond belief. He had no realistic-sounding answer as to why his pectorals had abruptly grown large enough that he couldn't cup one of them with both hands. Not having answers to questions was one of the things that he hated the most.

More and more his cocks grew, thickening the more that time ticked along. They used to only reach his belly button - more than big enough, in his opinion - before now reaching just under his mighty pec shelf. He didn't even have to touch them for them to pulse pleasure into his system, merely flexing his pelvic muscles felt good enough to elicit preseed to dribble from them. The temptation was strong.

Having barely taken any steps away from his computer, he noticed that he'd have issues operating it even if it had loaded up properly as he'd grown more than a foot taller than when he woke up that day. He groaned in frustration that his expansion had picked up so much, forcing him into increasingly uncomfortable positions just to try and ignore it. It pained him how much more frustrating it'd be trying to fix this mess now.

He needed to widen his stance, not because his tree-trunk legs fought for any and all space between them, but because the fact that they touched at all caused his vast musculature to spasm uncontrollably. His inner thighs were aggressively sensitive, something that they'd always been but had since intensified upon growing.

The fact that he had so many issues simply standing made him wonder if letting himself fall to his knees was a better alternative, but he quickly dismissed the idea when he realized that it ultimately wouldn't solve anything. Pleasure felt good no matter where it came from.