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"Alright, Wilde, we can't wait any longer for our lab techs to analyze your DNA sample," Bogo instructed the shortstack fox standing in front of his desk. "I'm entrusting you to take this to another lab across town for faster examination." From his pocket he produced a small vial of blood, taken when the vulpine had blimped up to his current size.

"Oh?" Nick hadn't expected to hear that from his commanding officer. "Uh, yeah, I can do that," he accepted the vial in his hand, not wanting anything to happen by pocketing it himself. It was only just then that the reality of the situation hit him, finding it odd that he was taking care of this now. "Hey, why exactly haven't the lab coats gotten to me yet?"

Bogo sighed. "I'm afraid our technicians are backed up beyond belief right now. They could probably use the reprieve in their workload."

That perked Nick's ears up, his expression one of confusion. "Okay, that's weird. I distinctly remember you saying to me that there's less crime in the city right now. How can they be so backed up then?"

"Just because the rest of us have a breather doesn't mean our boys in the lab do. They're busy processing samples from cases we've got on ice at the moment, like the one you tackled in Sahara Square," Bogo shot the canine a knowing look. "Remember?"

"Oh jeez, that was a while ago now," Nick scoffed. Still, there was something else niggled at him in the back of his mind. "So, wait, this doesn't count for any emergency measures at all? You'd think I'd get higher priority since I'm official staff here."

"Are you dead?" Bogo quirked a brow at the fox over his reading glasses.

"Sometimes I wonder, but," Nick ultimately sighed, "no, I'm not."

Bogo then removed his glasses entirely, placing them on his desk. "Then I think you have your answer right there." As much as he thought that following protocol was vitally important to running the place, he still felt for his officer and his predicament. "I know it sounds weird, but I don't think they're particularly interested in why everyone's suddenly having the best sex of their lives when legitimate crimes have occurred within the city's limits."

"Okay, that's fair," Nick rubbed the side of his face, though steeled himself for the mission. "Alright, I can take it down there once I get the directions." A thought then popped into his head. "Say, do you think I'd actually fit in a cruiser right now? I've been kinda wondering if they could handle my weight."

"Uh, you won't get the chance to find out..." Bogo cringed, rubbing his bull neck. "Since we had such a large lull in crime in the last little while, I went and got them all in the shop getting tune-ups."

"All of them?!" Nick's jaw would've fallen off had it not been attached to his skull.

Embarrassment welling up inside of him, Bogo palmed his face with both hands. "Yes, all of them. In hindsight it was a foolish idea, I agree, I just didn't think we'd actually get a development about your condition so soon, if at all!"

There was still quite a bit of apprehension riling Nick up the more that his boss told him. "So, am I walking there then?"

"Heavens, no. I've arranged transportation for you to get there, don't you worry," Bogo shifted in his sturdy office chair, the furniture creaking from his sudden shifting. He felt his arousal flare the longer that he was in the presence of the canine. "I'm sure you'll find the accommodations satisfactory to your weight and size."

Nick groaned, anxiety surging through his veins as he thought about the whole situation. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that everything going on was his fault, even if he wasn't the one to consciously beef himself up. "If you say so, Chief." He just felt like he'd unintentionally made everyone's lives more difficult simply by proxy.

Bogo wasn't blind, he could see how despondent the fox had become over the last two weeks. Still, this was something that needed a solution as quickly as possible, and he required that sample analyzed whether or not the titan vulpine was going to deliver it or not. "Can I count on you to accomplish this, or do I need to send someone else?"

The makeshift nature of his debriefing got Nick a little wary, but this was exactly the thing that he'd been itching for this whole time - a chance to finally do work outside the stuffy police station. How could he refuse this? "No, I've got this. I'll do my absolute best."

"Attaboy," Bogo warmly smiled at the fox, though his gaze narrowed with his voice taking on a serious tone. "Now, your ride will be here shortly. I think it's best if you head down to the garage now so that you can meet your driver on time."

Nick froze, his eyes wide with shock. "Oh, right... I forgot about the driver." He let go of the breath that he didn't realize that he was holding.

"Relax, you've met already." It wasn't the most elegant fix to their problem, but it was really the only one that he could accomplish on such short notice. "Just know that it took me a lot to pull this off."

Nick knew that this was important, especially as patient zero for something that he didn't quite understand. With newfound purpose, he puffed up his swollen chest and put on his best game face. "Okay, Bogo, I won't let you down!"

"Glad to hear it," Bogo responded, biting his lip as he watched the fireplug officer turn right around to exit his office, that hypermuscular physique undulating with every step taken. He couldn't stop his libido from spiking no matter how hard he tried. While he'd not pestered his subordinate for any consistent sexual favours, that didn't mean that he'd not gotten his rocks off in that stretch of time. This was one of those times when a little pressure release was needed. "God, a milker doesn't sound like a bad idea now."

***

Nick barely made it through the station unscathed as throngs of his fellow officers eagerly asked if he needed any help relieving his pent-up tensions. As much as he'd easily bent over the lot of them then and there, he found it much more imperative to get going as quickly as possible. Besides, there'd be plenty of time to rail his colleagues as they waited for his test results to return.

He strolled into the empty garage, swaggering gait and all, though had grown confused when he could tell what Bogo had talked about just then. What was his ride supposed to look like exactly?

"No, it can't be..." And then his eyes bugged out when he saw it - a Lobos Z1 van, and a very particular one at that as the epic mural painted on the side was a dead giveaway. The longer that he stared at it, the more his suspicions were proven true. "You've gotta be kidding me!" This was the ride that the chief had arranged?! Swallowing the lump in his throat, he knocked on the side of the vehicle, expecting the worst to happen.

A low-pitched grumbling could be heard coming from the van as the back doors opened up. "Alright, I ain't exactly like working with no cops, so let's just-" Finnick froze in terror when he saw the imposing stature of the other fox. "Ah! What the fuck?!" He reached for his bat, swinging it at the shortstack with reckless abandon. "Stay back!"

"Woah, hey, relax!" Nick held up his hands, both trying to put the fennec at ease and to protect himself from the deadliest swing this side of Savannah Central. "Finn, it's me. It's Nick!"

Finnick gritted his teeth as he thrust his bat in the direction of the other vulpine. "Bull_shit_! You're not Nick, you're some juiced-up freak hired to muscle in on my turf. I ain't buying it, but give my regard to your employer; that police outfit is spot-on."

Nick sighed when he couldn't get through to his would-be assailant. "I'm serious, Finn. It's me!"

"If you're really Nick, then prove-"

"Finnick's not your real name," Nick blurted out, shooting the fennec a knowing look. "Also, you cut from school many times by convincing the teacher you were your own baby brother, remember?"

Hearing the other fox say that made Finnick reflexively gulp, his jaw quivering, unable to vocalize anything. His bat nearly slipped from his grip entirely. "Holy fuck... Nick, is that really you?"

"It's me, in the flesh." The declaration got Nick to purse his lips "A lot of it."

Finnick wanted to scream; he wanted to rage and curse and swear and sob all at the same time, both because the guy that he'd known for so long had drastically changed in a disgustingly short amount of time, but also because of the fact that he'd not been briefed on this in the slightest. "Goddamn Bogo don't tell me shit..." Venom coursed through his veins as he rubbed his face. However, instead of letting his anger ball up inside of himself, he let it all out with a long, drawn-out sigh. "What the hell happened to you, man?" It took a very special person to uncover his genuine side, which almost no one was able to do.

Nick held out a baggy containing the DNA sample safely guarded in its closed vial. "That's what I'm here to find out." He felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw the other canine's face light up.

Now _that_Finnick was told about. He knew the importance of the tube, and how crucial it was to their investigation. He'd been promised a ton of leniency for his cooperation in this case, and he wanted to do whatever he could to make it go as smoothly as possible. "Shit, uh..." In an instant, he formulated a plan in his head, drawing a mental map to the lab as he knew the streets of Zootopia like the back of his hand. "Alright, climb in. But," with force, he swung his bat back in the direction of the titanic vulpine, contacting the tip of the other man's nose, "you break my suspension, I break you."

Nick nodded, then observed the smaller fox let his guard down and clamber over the back of the seats into the driver's position. "Out of all the people who could threaten me like that, you're probably the only one I believe who could actually do it." Trying to take this as slow as he could, he climbed into the back knowing full well that he'd never fit in the passenger seat, closing the doors behind him.

The sound of his van's squealing suspension involuntarily drove Finnick's hands to twitch in abject horror, ultimately clutching his face as his mouth contorted into the tensest grimace that he'd ever made, with his fingers pulling at his eyelids. His heart beat in double-time as he wondered if they'd even leave the garage with several hundred pounds of foxy beef in the back. To his utmost surprise, his baby not only started up without a hitch, but also moved like nothing was weighing it down. He was a much better mechanic than he realized, to his amazement.

The silence in the vehicle was deafening. Nick could feel the air between the two grow so thick that he could practically cut it with a knife, and immediately felt uncomfortable at the lack of conversation that the pair of them could normally strike up out of nowhere. He had to say something. Anything. "So, uh, how've you been holding up?" Eh, it was something, he guessed...

"Um, good. I've been good," Finnick gulped, still not used to his friend making heavyweight bodybuilders look like schoolchildren. "You've, erm, been eating your Wheaties, I see."

To the fennec's credit, he was trying; Nick knew that. "Yeah, been a big fan over the last two weeks."

Finnick adjusted his rear-view mirror to look at the other fox, only seeing the back of his head flanked by the biggest, juiciest traps that he'd ever laid his eyes on. "Shit, for real?" He scoffed. "Yo, those weightlifters we scammed ages ago would've killed to know your secret. You could make an easy buck if you told people!"

"Well, if they're willing to find a random alley in Outback Island to get hit in the back of the neck by an unknown attacker, then they can go ahead and be my guest." His hackles raised, Nick grumbled his displeasure with his current predicament.

The other fox's animosity wasn't lost on Finnick, who couldn't help but feel for his friend's plight. It bothered him to see the vulpine this way. "You know, you're considerably less like yourself than you usually are."

Nick rolled his eyes. "It's a little hard to be me when the only thing people are interested in is something that's never defined me until now."

Finnick flicked his gaze between the road and the mirror. "And that is..."

"I fuck like a truck, dude," Nick stated bluntly, knowing full well that he caught the smaller canine off-guard.

The brusque admission nearly had Finnick driving into the wrong lane in shock, something that he tried his best to avoid despite repeatedly breaking numerous other laws. "Wait, they really want that?"

The inquiry got Nick to scoff. "I consistently have guys beating down my door for a chance to sleep with me. It's insane, I assure you." Wanting to get a look at his friend, Nick carefully twisted his body as his gargantuan frame wouldn't allow him to merely turn his head.

"You don't sound too happy with that," Finnick noted. "Fuck, man, I'd be thrilled to plow those guys!"

Nick scrunched up his face, knowing that he'd definitely thought the same thing at one point in time. "It was awesome at first, don't get me wrong, it just got a little tiring when it became the only thing that I got to do at the station. I was craving for action of a different kind, something to get me thinking of literally anything else other than sex for once."

"Ah, that would do it," Finnick nodded in acknowledgement before looking back at the mirror. "What about, you know..." He took one hand off of the steering wheel to gesture at the beefcake. "All of that?" He used the red light that he was stuck at to its fullest potential.

"You know, as weird as it sounds, I've kinda acclimated to it at this point. I'm getting respect from all the bigger guys and it feels great!" Nick felt his chest involuntarily puff out with pride.

"Yeah, I got you. I know what you're talking about." A wry smirk plastered on his face, Finnick chuckled.

The dialogue between them had opened up considerably, much to Nick's delight. He hated not being able to talk with someone that he'd known and talked with for ages. Maybe it was the perfect time to start the conversation over. "So, how are you?" He turned as much as he could to see his friend. "For real, I mean."

Finnick felt a lump form in his throat, becoming antsy over how much he was getting choked up. He wasn't much of an emotional person so it hit him harder than most people. "It's been weird not having you around, you know? I kinda got used to having you with me, and then suddenly you weren't there anymore," he fought his emotions getting the best of him. "Still don't know if I've fully adjusted."

Nick's eyes went wide, not having heard this in spite of how much the two of them had texted one another. "Damn, Finn. How come you never mentioned that before?"

"Nick, you know how I am with that mushy crap. It's not in my genes, man!" Finnick lied. "Well, you not being around made me think back to when I was originally riding solo."

"Jeez, that was some time ago." Nick reminisced on when he'd first met the other fox, and how much different his friend was back then. He couldn't believe how much had changed since then.

"Hell yeah, it was." Remembering the good time got Finnick to laugh again. "You know, before you came along, I thought I was living the high life. Relatively speaking, of course," he shrugged his shoulders. "Crime pays, but it's got its droughts."

Nick snickered. "Don't I know it! Having regular pay is one of the best parts of the job."

Finnick nudged the behemoth's swollen shoulder, not expecting it to be quite so firm. "Anyway, I was pretty damn comfortable doing what I was doing. The cash I made got me through a lot, spent a lot of it on strippers and booze. Never got my dick wet so much until then."

"Yeah, that sounds about right for you."

A memory suddenly popping into Finnick's head got a deep laugh rumbling through his chest. "Oh man, and speaking of my dick, seeing the look on everyone's faces when they first laid their eyes on it felt so goddamn good! Here's this little shrimp of a fennec fox with a cock bigger than what even larger mammals have to offer. I had people bending over for me left and right, and my confidence just soared; I was wanted for the first time in my life!" He beamed with pride, though quickly adjusting the steering wheel to remain on his side of the road after casting his concentration elsewhere. "And then you came along," he chuckled. "You and that goddamn smile of yours, you piece of shit."

"Oh, did I really derail everything?" Nick stuck his tongue out at the smaller vulpine.

Finnick's laughter tapered off. "Well, not quite. You made making money a hell of a lot easier, that's for damn sure." He quickly glanced over his shoulder to see if the beefcake was paying attention to him. "Remember the night we got plastered? Just absolutely shitfaced? It was after the Marquis shipment."

"Oh yeah! You were gloating the whole way to the bar." That night felt incredibly vivid in Nick's memory; it was almost as if it happened the day prior. "And then once we were there you proceeded to drink enough shots to down a family of elephants."

"Hey, don't harsh my buzz. I was feeling good, man!" Finnick grinned from ear-to-ear. "Well, you know what followed. We had that dick measuring contest in the alley where I parked the van - I still don't know why we did that, for the record - but that's where I first saw how goddamn hung you were. And that hurt a lot because I prided myself in surprising people by whipping out a shaft that dropped their jaws to the ground, only for you to waltz into my life and casually beat me," He pursed his lips as the striking image of the taller fox's cock popped into his head. "I was so fucking pissed, I mean positively fuming!" He rhythmically slammed the ball of his hand into the steering wheel as if to demonstrate his emotions from that night.

That got Nick to protest, twisting more of himself around to see his friend. "But you're not even that small!"

"I know! It's just that I was so used to being the big stud, the king of my domain. Seeing your schlong made me feel small again."

Nick palmed his face. "Oh, Finn."

"And staring at it made me realize what other people saw when they looked at mine. I just couldn't get close to it then, I was too nervous," Finnick gulped, the emotions from that evening swirling around inside of him as he reminisced. The heat of embarrassment mixed with intense desire, which left him unable to make a move at the time. "I still ain't got a clue how you eventually charmed your way into my pants, you rat bastard."

"I was born with a silver tongue, what can I say?" Nick grinned wide. "I sold ice cubes in Tundratown, remember?"

An uncharacteristically high-pitched laugh escaped from Finnick's throat. "God, do I ever. You shut me the fuck up that night." In spite of how raw the conversation was making him, he found himself less tense than when he started the drive. It was nice. "But... yeah, the longer I hung out with you, the more you made me feel... safe, for lack of a better word. I felt less stressed with you around," he slowly shook his head, a goofy grin wriggling across his face. "And then we started fooling around after another night of drinking. You asked if it was fine to strip out of your clothes, and I said, 'yes', and then you asked if I wanted to, and then for some reason I also said, 'yes'." All the tension built up inside of him evaporated with a sigh. "You're the only person to get me to do that when I wasn't in charge of the situation."

"Well then, I'm honoured to be your first." With an air of faux importance, Nick winked at the fennec when the other man looked at him in the mirror.

"Oh, go fuck yourself." It was fortunate that Finnick was stopped at another red light as his laughing fit most certainly would've caused an accident. His amusement wasn't enough to hinder his feelings towards the mammothian canine, however. "I still think back to that night a lot, and how you gently held me in your arms after we got fucking trashed on cheap booze. I remember your dick throbbing against my ass as I laid there, and I held off as long as I could before asking you to shove it in me."

"Man, you had no idea how much I was restraining myself that night. Normally at that point I'm allowed to do whatever."

Finnick felt yet another dopey grin worm its way onto his face. "Oh, you did. I remember feeling like I was gonna die because of how much you were stretching me out, and then how good it felt not long after that." It was at that point that he began to feel warm, though it wasn't because of the air around him. "It sounds weird, but that night it's like you got me to remember to breathe, in a sense." The sensation of heat only grew after that, causing him to squirm in his seat as he started feeling flush. "Every time I fucked someone it was like I kept inhaling, and then when you fucked me it was like I exhaled for the first time in my life. You scratched an itch deep inside me that I didn't know I had."

Nick remembered those nights well. How he longed to experience them again. "And then we fucked a bunch after that."

"One day I'd fuck a hooker, and then the next day you'd fuck me. It's like you helped me be a more well-rounded person in some messed-up way." Every new memory got Finnick's blood pumping even harder than before, his breathing becoming staggered as a result. "And then, of course, there were the times I fucked you too."

Nick sniggered as he remembered what the other vulpine was referring to. "You couldn't stop smiling the first time, I remember that well."

"I got to fuck the man who made me okay with bottoming. That shit was cathartic, dude!" Finnick gulped, his nostrils flaring as he took in a familiar, if more robust, aroma. "But I missed it. The feeling of being stuffed full with a man I trusted... I tried it once with some other guy, and I fucking hated it. It wasn't the same," his lip quivered, need welling up in his soul. "I just missed you, how you knew exactly how to treat me, the way your cock pressed all the buttons inside me..."

Staring out of the passenger's side window made Nick oblivious to the increasingly agitated state of his friend. "Those were the days for sure."

"And I also missed your scent. God, it's so much stronger now!" Finnick deeply inhaled, a shiver ripping up his spine as a dormant fire inside of him reignited in a flash.

That immediately got Nick's attention. His eyes bulged out as wide as saucers when he heard that. "Wait, what?!"

"Yeah!" Finnick shuddered, a needy gasp shooting past his lips. "Fuck, man, all I wanna do is pull over and let you rail me. Goddamn, I need you in me, dude!"

"No, absolutely not!" Nick shrieked, his nerves frayed at how much he loved the thought.

Finnick was taken aback by the titan's rejection. "No? What the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" That didn't sound like the fox that he'd fooled around with in the past, he thought. "Don't act like you don't want some!" Were he not driving, he'd have dropped his pants to his ankles and shoved his ass in the direction of the beefcake canine.

"I do, I absolutely do," Nick grimaced, feeling his speedo stretching to his limits now that he'd been hit all at once with every single time that they'd fucked. It was imperative that they couldn't proceed further than this. "It's just that bad things will happen if we do anything together."

"I..." Finnick furrowed his brow in consternation. "I-I ain't got a clue what that's supposed to mean, man."

Nick grunted, unable to alleviate his own arousal, but at least willing to control it for the time being. "What it means is that you gotta cool your jets. You can't be horny right now."

"What?!" The words almost sounded impossible to Finnick; he was just about ready to tear a hole through his pants, how could he stop that? "So what the hell do I do? Your smell's goddamn saturating every corner of my van!"

"Roll down the windows, and crank the AC. We gotta get it outta here!" Nick commanded, having an iota of experience in the matter. He observed as the smaller man did just that, hoping that it was enough to continue driving. "Okay, that's good. You're doing great right now."

Finnick held his breath in addition to following the rest of the other fox's instructions, but after turning red in the face he couldn't keep it in any longer. A few deep breaths inundated with the colossus' pheromones filled his lungs, burning his nostrils in the process. "Nope, I can't." With a needy groan, he pulled over at the earliest available opportunity, the tent at his crotch growing a stain of pre. "Dude, I gotta bust a fat nut. I ain't in no condition to drive."

"Um," Nick internally panicked, "can't you just jerk off right now?"

"No, my body needs-" Finnick's words got caught in his throat as he tried to explain himself. "I need you. I'm craving you so badly!"

"Shit..." Nick felt defeated as his friend announced his lust for him. He struggled trying to think of what to do, happening to peek out of the passenger-side window and seeing potential salvation. "Okay, there's an empty alleyway with no eyes. Out, now!"

Finnick didn't need to be told twice. "Yes sir!" He bounded through the door closest to the sidewalk, nearly going through the window had he not opened the door first. His boner raged with the need for release, throbbing as he tore his clothes off, unconcerned if someone was around to watch or not.

Nick stumbled out of the back of the van, astonished at the frenzied passion of the shorter vulpine. Out of all the people that he'd made love to, the fennec had to be the most eager of them all. It made his heart flutter like the old days.

Fully nude and leaking pre like a broken faucet, Finnick shuddered from the open breeze. His enthusiasm was cut short, though, when he saw that the gigantic canine hadn't stripped out of his uniform yet. "Oh, what, you want an invitation or something?"

"Relax, I'm getting my stuff off!" Nick scoffed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his speedo.

Finnick, unapproving of the titan's snail-pace, grumbled under his breath. "If you want something fucking done..." He rushed over to the much-larger fox, first tugging the speedo off of that monster hog before unfastening the only button holding the officer's shirt together, leaving the other man's prodigious chest tantalizingly staring him in the face. "There!"

The feeling of the fresh air bristling his sweat-matted fur felt refreshing to Nick like very few things did. Still, he couldn't just lose himself in his own revery, he had to make sure that he paid attention to the fennec. "So, what are you thinking?"

A hungry look in his eye, Finnick had his sights set on the hulk's meaty log of vulpine fuckstick, desiring it all for himself. "I almost wanna have a go with this thing."

"I'd split you in half!" Nick spat out, though not entirely hating the idea as evident by how much pre dribbled out from his shaft's latest throb.

"I'm kinda okay with the idea of that." With a shudder racing through his nervous system, Finnick steeled himself with a deep breath and lunged at the prick hanging in front of his face, slurping the head like a lewd sucker.

Nick gasped, not only from the intense stimulation that his body provided whenever it got touched, but also from the fact that his hair-trigger meant that he could blow from the slightest provocation if activated. He needed to think of something to keep him from shooting his load and fast. With nothing else coming to mind, he scooped up the fennec with his hands, bringing the other man close to his face, and mashing their lips together in a tender embrace. His back slammed against the brick wall as he slid down and landed on his globular ass cheeks, uncaring if someone felt the vibrations from the impact.

The kiss was hot, but sensual; delirious, but romantic; feverish, but oh so steamy, making it everything that Finnick longed to have once more. He melted into the other fox, his own length drooling preseed all over the hunk's tremendous pec shelf. Never before did he think that he'd be so turned on by what he'd consider to be a grotesque amount of musculature, but now he couldn't get enough. His friend - no, lover - was the most attractive thing that he'd ever laid his eyes on, and he didn't want this to end for fear that their next encounter was ages from now.

Nick felt the passion present in Finnick's lips, returning with more force of his own as he let his tongue slip into the other canine's mouth. His danced with his lover's as if they'd spent time choreographing it. Yet, they were both acting on instinct, knowing exactly what to do with the other.

The pulsating of his crotch rocket got Finnick to pull away first, a strand of saliva connecting the pair of them for a split-second. "God, you got no idea how much I've missed this." With a huff, he stuck his tongue in the ridge underneath the behemoth's mushroom head, lashing all along the bunched-up foreskin in wild abandon.

That got Nick stressed at the potential ramifications of blasting ropes at the other canine. "Uh, don't you think you're coming on a little strong?"

"Am I?" Finnick asked in a lust-drunken stupor, pulling himself up to mean the titan eye-to-eye. "I mean, I've thought about this day for quite a while now. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I ain't complaining!" He tongued along the bulging cumpipe, relishing in the salty pre that he was rewarded with. "I've used dildoes to try and take the edge off, but there ain't anything that can compare to the real thing."

If Nick didn't do something to stop the fennec, he'd let loose another fireplug on the city. He had to think fast, trying whatever he could to prevent himself from making that a reality - a reality that his body didn't mind in the slightest. "Maybe I oughta be the one to get your rocks off. I've done it so many times this month I've lost count!" Nick offered. "Lemme take care of you."

That made Finnick pause to contemplate the colossus' proposal, though he ultimately couldn't find an issue with it at all. "Yeah, alright. That don't bother me one bit."

Relieved, Nick situated his lover lower down so that the tip of his spear couldn't be accessed so easily. In his endeavour, he couldn't help but notice something a tad different in comparison to his memories. "You're a bit softer back here."

"I..." Finnick's face turned beet red as he struggled trying to explain his more ample posterior. "I-I've been eating well."

"I can tell," Nick chuckled at the flustered canine in his grasp. "Relax, I think it's cute."

Finnick rubbed his face to alleviate some of his stress. "Alright, just... do whatever it is you're doing then."

"With pleasure!" At the sound of his cue being given, he began kneading the other fox's plump cheeks, eliciting a moan from the smaller canine and making his cock throb wildly.

Finnick bit his lip from the overwhelming stimulation bustling through his body. He leaned into the beefcake's hands, wanting to have more of his ass played with. The angle that he'd positioned at gave him an idea, however, and, with a little force on his end, he shoved his turgid rod in between the officer's pecs, absolutely thrilled with the pressure squeezing onto his endowment.

Nick had to admit, for a small guy, his lover had a hell of a cock! He'd always thought that, especially when he was back at his old size. Many a time they'd smooshed them against each other while they writhed their bodies together, meaning that having his chest apply resistance to the fennec's impressive tool was something that neither of them had experienced before. God, it felt so good!

The clenching on his cock got Finnick moaning aloud, his deep voice reverberating in the alley. He didn't even know where the hell he was, but being with the other fox meant that he didn't care either. All of a sudden the kneading of his cheeks stopped, confusing him at first until he felt the hulk's hand grasp at the tip of his dick, slathering his pre all over his larger fingers. The purpose of such was lost on him, though becoming apparently obvious when he felt his lover's middle finger - the thickest out of all of them - slip into his quivering pucker up to the second knuckle. In a fraction of second he felt all his tension melt away, replaced by the burning need to be finger fucked by the humongous stud.

Feeling the fennec soften his clutching grip onto his titanic chest was precisely what Nick was attempting to accomplish. His lover grew disarmed by the increasing pace in which he plunged his finger into the other man's hungry hole, using a second one when he felt that the smaller vulpine had been loosened enough. Instantaneously he received a grateful moan for his efforts, enticing him to go further.

Finnick felt a flurry of emotions race through his diminutive frame, the strongest of which being lust. He'd grown lost in the other canine's actions, his mind pulsating with the pleasure rocking it. It made him want to contribute, though struggling to think of what to do when he felt the hunk finger his prostate like a button after shoving a third digit up his winking tailhole.

With the smaller fox almost literally in the palm of his hand, Nick moved onto the second phase of his plan to get the fennec off without blowing his load at the same time. It took a little bit of finagling, but he managed to manoeuvre his thick neck down to lap at his lover's achingly-hard phallus. The head twitched from his tongue brushing up against it, prompting him to lunge his muzzle down and engulf it in his mouth. The flavour was exactly as he'd remembered it - a tad salty, but just as deliciously masculine as the last time he'd gotten the chance to do this. He was so close to achieving his goal now that he could literally almost taste it!

That was the final straw for Finnick. Unable to control his actions, he gripped the statuesque hunk's foxhood like it was a lover in and of itself, clasping his own mouth down on the drooling tip. His tongue swirled around in the cum slit, taking in as much of the copious pre as he could while letting the rest flow past his lips. There was just so much of the other canine to accept that it was impossible for him to do it all!

Nick almost choked when he felt the other fox slaver over his leviathan rod, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets in alarm. That was the last thing that he'd wanted as the stimulation received on his cockhead was strongest on his entire hulking form. It jump started his libido after tempering it for so long, shooting his arousal well close to the edge of climax. This was an unmitigated disaster that he could no longer prevent, which, in his mind, meant that he shouldn't bother anymore and just ride the wave of orgasm. It wasn't like he could do anything else now.

The way that Finnick's tongue lashed at his lover's prodigious obelisk made him look like he hadn't eaten in months. That was only partially true as he'd not sated a hunger that had gone ignored for a while up until now. He had to satisfy himself no matter what, he couldn't take not doing that while being with the colossus. The constant stream of arousal caused by the other canine's ministrations eventually got to him, however, and he felt his balls pull up to his crotch and jettison his meagre load into the other man's mouth, though he wanted to do the same as well. He wanted to make the behemoth cum buckets because he felt like the larger fox deserved the attention.

Feeling the fennec's spunk splatter into his maw surprised Nick at first, though not as much as feeling his lover redouble his efforts onto his cock. The tip of his endowment became the smaller vulpine's playground, with him being totally at the mercy of the other man's actions. His mind might've protested, but his body welcomed everything given to it. Only a few more licks were needed for it was all over; the inevitable was happening, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Finn, you sexy piece of shit.

With his mouth contorting into a lazy snarl, he cried out in fervent desire, bucking his hips so that his orbs didn't have to work so hard in pumping out untold litres of hot, creamy foxbatter. He reveled in the intense sensation of his cumpipe bulging out in the fennec's hands, the other fox startled by the sheer volume of jizz blasting from his hypermasculinity, nearly knocking him to his ass had he not released his mouth.

Finnick couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Yeah, he figured that the colossal canine could cum enough to fill a swimming pool, but he didn't know what that would look like up close. The flow was mesmerizing to watch, especially as the geyser of seed shot high into the air before showering the pair of them in pearlescent jism. It was everything that he'd asked for and more!

It felt like several eternities had gone by before Nick had emptied his engorged cum tanks, the protein discharged from one testicle alone able to feed his bulk for a week. His eyes had screwed shut as a result of the intense euphoric bliss pummeling his senses. It took a few moments before his breathing allowed him to calm down, collecting enough of his bearings to return his vision after some time blinking.

And it was then that he regretted everything that he'd just done.

In the midst of his deluge of cum was the fennec, writhing in pleasure as the same virile energy that had blimped up both Emmitt and himself now raged through his friend. He watched, jaw agape in horror, as the diminutive canine began expanding before his very eyes. Like himself, the other vulpine didn't get any taller, but the shorter man more than made up for it with width.

Finnick felt on top of the world the more that this masculine essence engulfed his broadening form. Every breath stretched his cannonball-like shoulders wider to help the rest of him accommodate more beef, especially his back which grew imposing as his tiny stature ensured that all of that muscle mass made him thicker around than even larger mammals. Mountainous bulk flared his torso in all directions, stretching his traps just above the tips of his ears, while his lats bulged out wider than the doors to his van, not that he paid attention to that.

He'd gotten so lost in his tremendous ascension that he barely knew what about him was growing. His chest surged in size to the point that he could shove his muzzle in between his sweaty pecs and get a noseful of his own exhilarating scent, which he did as soon as he discovered the capability to. God, there was so much of him now, so much masculine fennec for the world to deal with now. It felt good, it felt right, and he wasn't done yet.

Every lust-filled breath that he sucked in bloated his gut out, only for it to eventually stay that way thanks to dozens of pounds of densely-packed heft swelling out his abs into veritable cinder blocks, turning his trunk into domed abgut unlike anything that he'd seen in his life. He couldn't see it thanks to his chest, but he could certainly feel it, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Like the rest of him, his legs wanted in on the action, not content with leaving him top-heavy. In a matter of seconds his quads exploded with striated musculature, the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in an instant as they shot past the size of watermelons, easily able to crush any that found their way between them. Likewise, his calves enlarged past any realm of normalcy, swollen with bulk in a perfect teardrop shape that bodybuilders could only dream of.

And then there was his ass, ballooning beyond what he started with, only not with the chub that had been present there. His glutes tightened into muscular croissants, dimpled globes that could crater the ground if he slammed into it. The bulging of his cheeks also signaled the rise of his cock, which fattened with manly vigour as it shoved into the underside of his titanic pec shelf. It dribbled preseed down the length, supplied by pendulous testosterone factories that'd bloated bigger than most others' heads. If people weren't interested in him before, they'd definitely not be able to take their eyes off of him now!

Nick practically shook with fear as he could only observe the other fox's rapid growth, going from adorable companion to colossal behemoth in a matter of moments. His heart raced as he tried, and failed, to think of a thing to do, ultimately coming up with nothing meaningful.

Once his expansion was all but ended, Finnick groaned in delight as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, a grin spread from ear-to-ear as he inspected his newly-gargantuan physique. "Holy shit, dude!" He scrambled to his feet, positively loving how heavy he felt now. "Do you see me?" He beamed up at the other fox, who didn't seem as enthused. "Do you see me?!"

"Yeah, I see you," Nick's mind was a blur of fuzzy thoughts at the moment, "but I don't know why I'm seeing you!"

"Uh, it's 'cause you got eyes, genius," Finnick's voice rumbled ever so much more sonorously in his now-swollen chest.

Nick palmed his face, groaning in annoyance at failing to get his point across. "What I meant is that I don't know why I'm seeing so much of you now."

"Dude, this was all you. Man, I jerked myself off before I got here and nothing happened. You were trying to keep this from me? Are you for real right now?" Finnick boisterously laughed as he pulled his arms in as close as possible to his sides, puffing his chest out more than twice as large. "Little Toot-Toot ain't so little no more, ha!"

"Glad to see someone's enjoying this..."

In a fervent display of self-worship, Finnick licked one of his biceps at full flexion, his tongue riding down the middle of his split peaks. "Goddamn, dude, how are you not growing the whole city at this rate? People should be lining up for this!"

Nick shrugged his boulder shoulders. "I dunno, it's only happened today!"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Finnick scoffed, his lips twisting into a wry smirk as he cocked his head as much as his traps allowed. "How long have you been fucking people?"

"Uh, it's been a couple weeks, I think," Nick rubbed his sweat-matted forehead. "The thing is that, out of everyone I've railed, the only people that I've grown so far were you and Mr. Otterton."

Finnick couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "Emmitt Otterton? You fucked Emmitt Otterton before me? That square?!"

Nick groaned. "Finnick, that's besides the point and you know it."

"Well, it probably did him a whole lotta good. Dude's gotta be hot as hell now!" Finnick's eyes narrowed in lascivious fashion as he did a once-over of his taller companion. "Heh, add you to that list and there's three guys you can't call small anymore."

The other fox's words hit Nick like a ton of bricks. "Holy shit, I think that's it!" His ears perking up as the rest of him did, he suddenly had something that linked everything that'd been going on together. "Every other guy that I work with at the station is a much larger species than what I am, and yet when I fuck them, nothing happens. I finally have sex with two guys close to my size and they blimp out with muscle. I know that's connected somehow."

"Someone's probably intentionally trying to do that to smaller guys and just needed a vector of growth. It helps that you're hot as fuck, dude."

Nick glared at the other beefcake. "Finn, you're not helping."

Finnick groaned, his arousal now much harder to control. "Sorry, man, these hormones are fucking me up."

"In any case, that gives me an idea of what our suspect's plan is. All I gotta do now is find out who it is, how they did this, and what their motive is." As much progress as he'd suddenly made in the case, there was still so much more for Nick to uncover that he still felt like he was on the backfoot. "No sweat, right?" It was at that moment that he heard a familiar jingle sounding out, knowing full well that someone was trying to call him. He dove into his sweaty pile of clothes to pull out his phone, answering the call without looking at the ID. "Uh, hey, you've got Nick. What's going on?"

"Nick? Oh thank goodness it's you!" The caller on the other end of the line was the otter that he'd just been talking about.

"Emmitt?" Nick's face lit up. "Hey, are you doing alright? How are you feeling right now?"

A slight pause came from Emmitt's end as he internally inspected himself. "Um, I think I'm doing alright for the time being," he nodded despite knowing that the fox couldn't see his actions. "Some people have taken to calling me Otter-ton, but I have to remind them that the nickname isn't very accurate."

"Yes, you are absolutely correct." Nick felt a grin come on when he heard the very 'Emmitt' response. "Has anything happened while I've been gone?"

"Uh, erm..." Emmitt verbally squirmed. "That's kinda why I'm calling. See, I was minding my own business on one of the benches with some clothing that your colleagues so graciously let me borrow, when a criminal that they were escorting out of the building happened to walk past me." His nervousness sounded through the cell phone speaker. "One thing led to another and we ended up scurrying off to the janitor's closet for some fun."

That... wasn't exactly what Nick was expecting to hear. "So, you fucked the criminal then?"

"Oh yes, it was very exhilarating."

The other man's answer put a highly confused expression on Nick's face. "I'm sure..."

"Anywho, that's why I'm calling you now-"

"You called me just to tell me that you had sex?" Nick interjected, wondering what the point of the call was. "Uh, congrats, I guess?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean no, I mean-" Emmitt stumbled over his own words before he reorganized his thoughts. "It's not about the sex, it's about what happened after."

Nick almost felt his soul leave his body upon hearing that. "Don't tell me he grew too..."

"No, that's the thing," Emmitt excitedly barked. "He didn't!"

"He didn't?" Nick's hand jumped to his mouth in total surprise. For the first time that day, he felt a little bit of hope return to him. "Emmitt, that's fantastic news!"

"Yes, that's what I was trying to get at!"

Nick was thrilled to his core that even more of the case had been updated. "Emmitt, I'm so happy right now that I could fuck you. Please, whatever you do, stay at the station until I can get back there."

Emmitt could only laugh. "Oh my, I don't have any intention of leaving just yet. The people here are so kind!"

"Good." After the roller coaster of events that had happened to Nick that day, that was exactly what he needed to hear at that moment. "Thanks for the update, and I'll be there as soon as I can," he said as he hung up the call.

"So, what was that about?" Finnick padded over to the other vulpine colossus, still getting accustomed to his new weight.

"That was the first guy I grew giving me some more evidence in my case. Emmitt Otterton," Nick clarified. "He had his way with some perp my colleagues were releasing, and ultimately nothing happened."

Finnick quirked a brow. "As in they didn't get it on?"

Nick's sly grin returned to him. "As in they got it on like King Kong, only for nothing to happen afterwards."

It took a hot second for Finnick to clue into what the other behemoth was getting at. "Oh! Shit, that's huge, man!"

"I know, that was exactly the kind of uplifting revelation that I needed to hear right now," Nick breathed a sigh of relief as he gathered his clothes. "I suppose we should get back to the job at hand now. We still got work to do."

"I mean, we don't necessarily have to. We could have another romp in the hay," Finnick shot the taller canine a lewd glance.

Nick, on the other hand, looked incredibly surprised at the fennec hulk. "Uh, you're not worried that you could potentially grow again?"

"Ah, who knows what'll happen?" Finnick dismissed the other fox's concerns with a wave of his hand. "You could be a lean, mean, growth-giving machine, or you could be a one-pump chump. I'm cool with either."

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose at the shorter titan's choice of words. "Finn, you are just a ray of sunshine right now, ain't ya?"

Finnick slowly ran his hand up the other man's chiseled torso, squeezing a fat nipple to coax the larger vulpine's cock to engorge with blood. "It's called being flexible, Nickie. You oughta try it some time."

"I think my time for that's pretty much over," Nick said, poking himself in his swollen chest. "Alright, we gotta get to the lab still, so I guess we can make this quick."

"Hell yeah, I'm totally looking forward to this!" With gusto, Finnick spun around on the balls of his heels, rubbing his ass along the other canine's pole as the drooling cum lubricated his anal cleft.

The shorter man's eagerness caught Nick off-guard, though he didn't ultimately mind it. In fact, he actually encouraged it. "Seems as if you really missed the old times, huh?"

"Like I said, nothing came close to this," Finnick shivered as the pulsing rod pressing between his muscly cheeks elicited a moan from him. "Now go on and shove it in me!"

"With pleasure!" His libido on the rise, Nick gripped the wide hips of the shorter goliath and pressed the tip of his cock against the fennec's hole, teasing the head of his length in before the rest was greedily accepted. "Woah, you weren't kidding when you said you wanted this!"

Hormones raging through his system, Finnick bit down on a finger, his arms collapsing from the overwhelming pleasure rocketing through his form. "I don't lie about things like this. You know that." An embarrassingly whorish moan slipped past his lips as he felt the other canine build up a pace. Shit, this was way better than he remembered! He needed to take police calls more often apparently.

Unlike the fennec, Nick was as cool as a cucumber as he pounded away at his lover, relishing in the ability to do so now that the other fox was an absolute hunk like him. More and more he plowed his companion's admittedly cute rear end, hearing the shorter vulpine whimper like he used to back in the day. The nostalgia bubbled up inside of him, though it intermixed with the present in a way that further activated his horniness. It was just as good as before, but now it simply felt better.

He quickened his tempo, slamming his pelvis against the other canine's globular cheeks, the impact causing them both to moan out in euphoria. His cock jackhammered into his lover's anal cavity, flattening the fennec's prostate with every thrust. It amazed him just how proficient he'd gotten in fucking in such a short amount of time, but it helped that he'd gotten practice every single day for a half of a month.

Meanwhile, Finnick was struggling to maintain composure. His entire body buckled as he got railed, his ass the only thing that he still had control over as his limbs fell limp from the sensation of that ass-plugger stretching him wide. Just about the only thing that he could do was clench his tailhole, but every single time that he did that pushed him further and further to the edge of release, yet he couldn't stop himself. He overestimated his sexual discipline, succumbing to his lover's pounding way faster than he'd hoped for.

Sticky ropes of fennecbatter blasted against the alley wall, painting the brickwork in an off-white that flowed like water until it reached the ground, where it pooled together like honey. He grunted and groaned as he tried in vain to prevent himself from emptying his prodigious cum tanks so soon, but the ecstasy coursing through his veins was too good to ignore. It wasn't his intentions at all, but at least he got to know what fucking like a musclebeast felt like.

Seeing the other fox shoot his load so prematurely got Nick laughing, knowing that he was in that exact same position at one point. He hastened his fucking, his balls crashing into the draining orbs of the other canine, shooting electric bolts of pleasure through his nerves, igniting his arousal that much faster. He hunkered over the shorter behemoth, his face buried in the mammothian back of his lover, inhaling the other man's masculine scent like he'd held his breath for years. It was precisely the thing that he needed to push himself over the edge.

With one final slam of his hips, his crotch rocket plunged deep into the bowels of his companion, the thick, turgid cockflesh plugging the other fox's asshole to seal all of his spunk inside. He let out a mighty cry as his testicles pulled up, geysering white, hot jizz out of his kitmaker and into the awaiting fennec beneath him. The intense sensation riled him up further, getting him to run his tongue along his lover's enormous back, reveling in the immensity that the other canine sported. It wasn't the ideal lovemaking session that he'd hoped to have, but he knew for a fact that it was the first of many.

After feeling what felt like a bathtub's worth of cum get pumped into him, Finnick dropped to the ground in a sweaty heap, rubbing his gut like the other fox had swollen it. He felt fuller than he ever had in his entire life, even with ballbatter pouring out of his gaping tailhole. His body was a mess of emotions, but at least he was coming to.

Nick, however, felt far more collected than his compatriot, able to support himself with one brawny arm against the alley wall. "So, what'd you think? Everything you'd ever dreamed of?"

"Better than that, man!" Finnick couldn't stop his goofy grin from dominating his face as he laid there in a pool of their combined juices. "I can't believe this is what you've been feeling for weeks now."

"This and more!" Nick smirked, though he only then just noticed something. "Hey, you didn't grow at all!"

That got Finnick's attention, who fondled his beef to verify that the other vulpine beefcake was indeed telling the truth. "Damn, you're right. You know what, I think I ain't disappointed in that. This is pretty fucking cool as is."

"Figured you'd think so," Nick smiled, a sigh of contentment leaving his mouth. He stared out of the alley as he formulated the next steps in their plan, only to come across a hitch that he didn't think of until that very moment. "Hey, you think your van will handle the both of us now?"

Finnick jolted upright and then froze in horror - he hadn't given that any thought at all.