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"I wonder why the plans got changed to come here," Falco mused as he walked up the steps to the elder McCloud's abode. The sharp blazer that he wore did double duty in protecting him from the slight wind that whooshed past him as well as making him look stylish.

Slippy wasn't far behind, clad in his well-worn shop jacket. He wasn't as concerned with appearances as what the bird was. "Well, Fox has been staying with his dad for the last little bit, so it's not like it doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, I wondered why he was here." Being the first one at the door, Falco waited for the other two to catch up. "I don't think he ever mentioned anything."

Peppy brought up the rear, though stopped when he heard the avian's words. He and the frog instantly made eye contact before looking back at their feathered companion. "Wait, have you not heard?"

Falco arched a brow. "Heard what?" The other two only continued to stare at him, leaving him extra puzzled as to what was being referred to. "Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

Slippy could only laugh as he joined the bird on the landing. "Oh, this will be fun then!"

"Right..." Falco's expression only grew more bewildered when the others snickered at his confusion. He shook his head and knocked on the door, expecting to hear an answer, yet none responded. This prompted him to hammer a little harder, which is when the door opened unexpectedly - it hadn't been locked at all.

"Oh, it's open!" Slippy exclaimed.

"Do we, uh..." Falco faltered, unsure if the polite thing to do was enter someone's house without them being there to invite him in. "Do we actually go in?"

Peppy smirked. "We all got the same text message, right? They said they're waiting for us, so I don't see the harm in us going in."

"Alright, I'll tell 'em you said that if they ask," Falco nodded, following the rabbit inside the fox's house.

Immediately upon entering, the three of them were hit with the overwhelmingly masculine stench of sex - the house positively reeked of it. If they didn't know what the foxes had gotten up to before, they certainly did now.

"Phew!" Falco wished that he could crinkle his nostrils at the overbearing aroma. "Does them not being at the door have anything to do with the smell?"

Even Peppy was stunned by what his nose was picking up. "I'm thinking it might."

Virile fox musk saturated practically every square inch of the house. While the trio couldn't see any obvious trace of sex around the area that they entered through, they could easily tell that it took place there. The spacious living room seemed to be the epicentre of the scent as that was where the strongest of it wafted from.

"You think they started without us?" Slippy flicked his eyes between the other two.

"Probably got a month-long head start on us," Falco followed the example of the rabbit and hung his jacket on the coat rack before venturing further into the house. It perplexed him - while the deed had obviously been done quite a bit thanks to the smell smacking him in the face, he just couldn't find any evidence that it'd happened at all. It weirded him out that the vulpines were so fastidiously clean in every aspect except that one.

Of the three of them, it was surprisingly Slippy who was the one to notice something that the other two didn't. "Hey, I actually smell something different!"

"Cleaning supplies, perhaps?" Peppy scoffed. Truth be told the aroma was beginning to get to him, putting him in the mood before he even saw either of the foxes.

"Even better," Slippy grinned while looking at the other two. "I smell food!"

Falco groaned. "Of course you do..." As much as it pained him, it at least showed that there was some semblance of activity occurring that wasn't sex. "Lead the way."

The bird and rabbit followed Slippy down the hallway, the smell of some kind of snack starting to grow stronger. "Look who's right, Falco," he smarmed.

Their nostrils worked overtime as they continued to inhale the mixture of scents, almost not being able to separate them into distinct smells anymore thanks to how much the air had been permeated. It would've struck them as odd had they not just stumbled upon the biggest foxes in the known universe. Not a single word was uttered between them, their eyes bulging out as wide as saucers at the sight before them.

The sudden movement caught James' attention, who shifted in his seat to greet his guests. "Oh, hey! Didn't hear you guys come in." He wasn't even fazed by the three men who did nothing but ogle his bulk, floored to see a veritable wall of canine casually sitting on a heavily reinforced chair.

"Wow, okay," Slippy managed to be the first of them to let words loose, "I knew James was supposed to be huge, but I wasn't expecting Fox to be as well!"

"Oh, uh," the juxtaposition of Fox getting flustered amidst his over half a ton of weight looked comical, "things kinda happened and I got big as well."

Peppy did a double take as his mind tried its best to process the imposing visage of the vulpines. "I didn't think James was supposed to be this big though. This doesn't match the report at all!"

James rubbed the back of his bull neck, his titanic traps tensing from the touch. "Ah, well, the report's a little bit outdated at this point. I've done quite a bit of growing since being first measured."

"Clearly..." Peppy eyed the elder fox from top to tail, gulping at how much more of his former teammate there was now.

"Do you guys just never open a window or something around here?" Falco blurted out, unhappy that his most pressing question was going unanswered. "I like how a man smells as much as the next dude, but I think what you guys got going is a bit too much."

That took Fox by surprise. "Wait, seriously?" His body turned to face his dad as he couldn't just whip his head around. "Is it actually that bad?"

"Huh, I guess we just got used to it and never noticed," James cupped his muzzle in thought.

Falco sighed, his gaze narrowed at the father-and-son pair. "I find it very hard to believe that you two never noticed this."

"So yeah, the smell has definitely lingered, but how did you get everything so clean otherwise? I can't wrap my head around it," Slippy said.

"Oh, we just keep things clean as we go along." James shrugged his boulder shoulders. "There's not a whole lot to do around here, so it's something to break up the monotony."

Fox perked up when he thought of something to add. "We can tell you how best to get cum stains out of the carpet if you want."

As useful as that information could be, Peppy found it not all that particularly pertinent at the moment. "We'll keep that in mind, thanks."

"Well, make yourself at home then," James boomed, his mouth contorting into a smile upon seeing friends. "You're always welcome to visit House McCloud!"

"Also, we made canapés," Fox pointed to the tray of snacks on the table that had gone unnoticed by the three visitors.

Falco screwed up his face at the unanticipated hors d'oeuvres awaiting the three of them. "Wait, why would you do that?"

"Uh, because we're hosting you?" Fox laughed at what he thought was a ridiculous question. "Seriously, just be grateful we did something. Do you know how difficult it is to make these at our size?"

James cocked his head as far as it would go, his neck bulging in response. "Well, I wouldn't say they were necessarily too hard to make."

Falco wryly grinned, his arms folding across his lanky chest. "Oh, Fox still complains a lot. I see some things haven't changed."

"Can it, birdbrain," Fox glowered at the avian.

"Well, we can partake in them later. We usually eat after fucking anyway," Peppy noted.

"Uh, I'm kinda hungry now, though." As if on cue, Slippy's stomach loudly growled, sounding throughout the relatively cramped kitchen.

Falco sighed as he rubbed the side of his face. "Slip, you're always hungry."

"I'm a big guy! Don't shame me for that." Feeling a bit indignant at the remark, Slippy smacked the bird in his scrawny arm and rightfully began munching on the admittedly tasty snacks.

"Ow!" Falco rubbed his arm, the spot a bit tender.

"Anyway," Peppy had grown annoyed with his younger teammates' antics, wanting to steer the conversation towards something more productive, "how are you doing, James? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"It's..." James let his overmuscled shoulders slump forward as he sighed. "Alright, I'm not gonna sugar coat it - it's been a bit rough just sitting at home. I miss the excitement of the action out in space. Had Fox not come over when he did, I might've gone stir-crazy." Despite his son being there to give him some company, he still wished that he had the opportunity to leave the house. It'd be nice to see a movie in theatres again, even if he'd need the room of four seats to do so. "Man, I hope they figure out how to stop this soon, or even reverse it entirely. I really wanna fly again. I hate being grounded like this!"

"And that's why I had you guys come here instead," Fox glanced at his father, feeling sorry for his old man. "He needs a hand regaining his confidence and I figured a night with some friends could help."

Falco snorted at the younger fox's nonchalant behaviour. "I'm surprised you're not as upset as what your dad is."

"Are you kidding me?" Fox guffawed. "After the hell we've been through the last couple months, we deserve a vacation! I'm more than happy taking time off from work."

"Erm, how can you be sure that whatever's going on with you two won't spread to us?" Slippy inquired; even Falco was impressed by the question.

That gave Fox pause, turning his body to make eye contact with his father. "Honestly? We have no idea what could happen. Could be just a fox thing, but it also might not be." The inconclusive nature of their condition both annoyed and unnerved him. He wished that he could give an answer to the others, but the experts had been slow in providing him an explanation, likely because it was the first that any of the scientists had seen something like that. "If it's an issue with you guys, we don't have to-"

"Nope, I'm fine with it," Peppy asserted matter-of-factly. His demeanour contrasted with the skeptical expressions that his younger cohorts wore. "James and I have been through weird shit in the past before, so I can handle this." An amused look adorning his face, he cast his gaze to the elder canine. "Remember when we found that planet with the jelly-like inhabitants?"

The words didn't immediately ring a bell with James, however his eyes lit up when the memory struck him. "Oh yeah, that was weird as hell!" A lewd chuckle followed his recollection. "Felt really good, though. Those guys were insatiable."

"Wait, what the fuck?!" Fox blurted out, his eyes squarely trained on his colossal dad.

"Yeah, compared to us, you kids are wholly unadventurous," James smirked. "You haven't seen half the stuff we have."

The abrupt shift in tone of the conversation nearly caused Slippy to lose his appetite, the final two canapés in his mitts. "I think I might be okay with that." Apparently it hadn't gone away entirely as he shoveled the pair of them in his mouth without a second thought.

Falco sighed. "Alright, well if the old man is fine with it, then I guess I am too." A part of him had grown rather excited at taking on men many magnitudes bigger than he was, but a fairly large part of him felt uneasy at the prospect of fornicating with a pair of vulpine titans that couldn't even explain how they grew so huge.

"Oh yeah, I'm in," Slippy said, wiping his mouth of crumbs.

"Then it's settled!" Fox beamed as he righted himself off of the chair, showing off not only the entirety of his monstrous physique, but also the magnum dong that the three guests took note of, even Peppy!

James tapped his chin as he figured out where best they could have fun. "I think out of all the rooms in this house, we'd have more than enough space in the living room."

"Cool, lead the way!" Slippy said.

Fox paused, instantly seeing a problem with that. "It's a little hard to do that when you're blocking the way. You kinda need to move to let us through."

"Is it the large room by the entrance of the house?" Peppy looked at James.

"That'd be the one!"

"Alright guys, follow me." Leading the amphibian and bird, Peppy meandered back the way they came, his nostrils flaring the closer that he got to where the foxes' scent was strongest.

Indeed, they all picked up on it, though hating it far less than when they first came in. Even Fox and his dad could admit that the others weren't lying about their musk. "Oh yeah, I guess I can smell something here."

"I'm shocked," Falco rolled his eyes.

"So," Slippy clasped his hands together, "how are we doing this? Are we all just going in one pile again?"

Falco grimaced. "Eh, I dunno. We kinda do that a lot as it is. I might wanna try something different since there's more of us now."

"I might have an idea." A cheeky grin lit up James' face. "We could split up along generational lines, with us older folk sticking together and you young guns doing the same."

"That works for me!" Fox vehemently agreed with his father, sliding his bulging arms around both the avian and frog.

The feeling of the canine's massive limb bringing him close to the biggest pectorals that he'd ever seen put Falco in a state of unease that only grew stronger the nearer that sex drew. "Yeah, I still don't think I'm sure about this," His face went flush as he inhaled more of the fox's smell, now coming right from the source.

"Oh, what's wrong now?" Fox sighed, not able to shift his head to look at the bird but not needing to in order to hear his colleague's apprehension.

"I just don't know if I'm ready to be blown up into a meatball like you..." Falco tried to avert his eyes, though found out how difficult it really was when they kept being drawn to the vulpine's tremendous musculature. "I kinda like the way I am and how I grab the focus of guys wherever I go."

The stares that he caught from the bird weren't lost on Fox, who thoroughly enjoyed how flustered he made his friend. "I caught your attention, didn't I?"

"Not for the same reasons, I can tell you that much." The blush on Falco's face grew rosier when he realized that Fox saw his fervent glances. In contrast, the frog's cool demeanour made him look that much more nervous. "How come you're so calm about this, Slip?"

Slippy shrugged. "I'm still gonna be an engineer after this regardless of how I look. What the hell do I care?"

"See, _he's_got the right attitude!" Fox squeezed the amphibian a little tighter, eliciting a squeaky chuckle from his shorter compatriot.

Falco sighed, his arms drooping forward. "Ugh..."

Peppy, on the other hand, had no such issues with the state of his partner's body. Seeing the fox's naked form coaxed him out of his clothing without needing to be told, doing so with a passionate desire to make things feel like old times again. In spite of the mountain of beef that his friend had become, he still was able to plant his lips on the vulpine's, pressing them together in the first kiss that they shared in a while. He was in total bliss. "You know, I really missed this."

James smirked, though a bit confused. "How could you miss something you've never experienced before?"

"Not the muscles," Peppy giggled. "I mean spending time with you again. Although, these _are_nice."

"Are the kids giving you that much grief?" James led the shorter rabbit's chin upward with a finger to meet eye-to-eye.

"Eh, they're not so bad. Their rambunctiousness is cute at times, but they've got a lot of energy that I haven't had in ages." A quick glance over to the younger fox instructing the others to strip put a smile on Peppy's face. "It's nice to spend time with someone running at my speed again."

James caressed down the side of the lapin's arm, the limb twitching from his touch. "Well, there's quite a bit more of me than you're likely used to. Hope you can handle all this!"

Peppy gave the canine a knowing look. "James, I've been in more dogfights than almost all cadets combined. I think there's very little that I can't handle at this point."

"Good, I'm glad. I got a little worried that you might not be interested in me like this." The prolonged contact with his old teammate got James' body riled up, his shaft rising to full mast in an instant.

Seeing his friend be turned on by his presence got Peppy to have his own boner throb to life, hard as diamond and slapping against his gut. "I'm currently thinking of this as a challenge to myself. I wanna see if little ol' me can please a gigantic stud like yourself." Eyes set on the fox's chest, he gave each pectoral a tentative squeeze with both hands to feel what they were like for himself. He'd never really considered him to be into muscly dudes all that much - especially not someone this colossal - but he couldn't help his arousal surge within him.

"Well, that's a good place to start," James cooed, thin rivulets of pre running down the length of his endowment to his pendulous balls. "You could go a little bit harder though. I'm a big boy now, I can take it."

"You mean like this?" Encouraged by the titan, Peppy fondled each pec with renewed intensity, gripping onto the other man's nipples like he was going rock climbing.

"That's perfect," James lasciviously grinned. "How's about I return the favour?"

Peppy nearly jumped when he felt the canine grope his plush rear, his cotton puff tail spasming from the sudden stimulation. "Oh god, I can't believe how different this feels." While not part of any muscle group, he could tell that his former teammate's hands had gotten a tad larger as well, and a quick brush with his foot told him that the vulpine's stompers had grown a little bit to boot. It made sense in his head; why would only certain parts get huge and not others?

"Feels good, right?" Atavistic desire oozed out of every one of James' words, an impish smirk contorting his mouth.

"It feels incredible!" Peppy's blurting came out just a little louder than he'd have wanted, but the intense feeling of horniness overtaking him made him not mind the fact too much. He felt a blush come on when the elder fox began kneading his cheeks.

While his libido was currently guiding his emotions, James still felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him as he remembered spending time with the rabbit back in the day. He'd often longed for the opportunity again, but they never met up as much as he'd liked them to. "You know what? I missed this too. I'm glad we got the chance to do this again after so long."

"Me too." The yearning for the vulpine's touch had also caught up with Peppy, who felt his own craving burn inside of him as he stared into his friend's eyes. However, he couldn't help but quickly flick his gaze over to his current teammates as they couldn't decide what they wanted to do. Their lack of expertise definitely made him feel better. "Heh, I bet the kids couldn't keep up with us despite being so much younger."

"Yeah, they might be half our age, but they don't even have a quarter of our experience."

Peppy rested his chin on the canine's enormous pec shelf, a sly grin plastered onto his face. "Let's blow the three of them out of the water."

James returned with one of his own before gently kissing the rabbit on the nose. "Gladly."

Just as they were witnessed, the three younger men hadn't even started making out with one another. The frog and bird were just too indecisive, much to Fox's chagrin. "Come on, you don't need to think about it that hard."

"Fox, there's a lot of you now," Slippy stroked his chin in thought. "We need to think about this logically." As humourous as it was to think about, he usually did most of his thinking in the nude.

"You mean you haven't analyzed him enough?" Falco snipped, his arms crossed along his chest as he waited for the amphibian to make a move.

His friends' lack of action annoyed Fox greatly. He had to do something or they'd be there all day. "Okay, if you guys can't decide what you wanna do, then I'm just gonna take the lead and I can't guarantee that you'll enjoy it."

"I'd like to see you try!" Despite the size difference, Falco had no issue standing up to the impossibly-built canine.

It struck Fox as bizarre that the avian would even attempt that in the first place. "Falco, I'm bigger than you."

"And I'm taller than you," Falco retorted like it meant something to the fox.

Fox snorted his disapproval, though managed to think of a way to get the ball rolling. "You know what?" With all the grace of an ox that frequents the gym he laid down on the carpeted floor, his bulk spread out in an invitation to the other two. "Why don't I just go ahead and make things simple for you?"

"Oh yeah, that's a much easier plan of attack," Slippy nodded. "I think you should've done this from the start."

Fox rolled his eyes, but was ultimately happy that they went along with it. "Come on, knuckleheads. Let's go already."

The other two were a bit uncoordinated when commanded by the vulpine beefcake, but they quickly found their own places amongst their leader's bulk. The slender avian had taken a spot up by the fox's upper torso, his hands sliding along those prodigious orange-furred pectorals, while the frog situated himself at the canine's swollen legs, a bit hesitant to touch mounds of muscle mass this huge.

Falco was the first to relent his previous emotions. "Okay, this is weird and different, but I can't say I hate it." He tried his best, but he couldn't stop a giddy smile from worming its way across his face.

"I _told_you it wasn't that bad," Fox laughed, his chest bouncing the bird's hands in the process.

Slippy, on the other hand, was only just getting into the idea of fondling the fox's immensity, his fingers trailing over the other man's bloated thighs. "Wow, this is fascinating!" He was mesmerized by how much those muscle groups tensed from his mere touch, nearly doubling in size in a fraction of a second.

Fox felt pride well up inside of him at the same time that his crotch rocket swelled with all the blood that rushed to the area, thick veins snaking over the cockflesh. "Impressed?"

"God, yes!" Slippy's eyes went wide as he watched the canine's turgid fuckstick fatten in front of him. He suddenly felt his earlier inhibitions leave him, reaching out to caress his companion's shaft with gusto. "Damn, Fox, this thing's huge!"

Fox shuddered from the frog groping his pillar, electric pulses of pleasure ripping up his spine. "Yeah, it's pretty big. I figured you'd appreciate it."

"Shit, I think that thing's bigger than my leg," Falco whistled when he saw his colleague's foxhood.

"Alright, I will admit, it's been a bit of an adjustment." A low moan rumbled in Fox's throat as his overly sensitive prick was getting manhandled by the amphibian. "Honestly, though, it's been pretty awesome having a cock that huge. It feels so good every time I cum!"

The vulpine's last sentence sounded a bit more needy than expected, a fact not lost on Slippy as he made eye contact with the bird; a wry grin formed on each of their faces when they heard it. "Maybe you'll just have to show us then," he squeezed the canine's ass plugger with aplomb, coaxing another moan from his leader's lips. "Trust us, we'd love to help you with that."

The older gentlemen had far passed the stage of saying that they'd get each other off, now in the process of doing it. Both the rabbit and fox had made their way to the floor, Peppy mashing his lips against his friend's as he laid on top of the behemoth while the canine wrapped both bulging arms around him. The sensation of having that much weight on his back was something that might have worried him had his old teammate not possessed an incredible sense of control.

Their cocks ground against one another as they continued making out, his relatively meagre one smooshed between the vulpine's and his soft belly. It was orgasmic in and of itself, but he knew that it'd feel so much better to shoot his load. He couldn't explain why, but he felt far hornier now than ever before; he chalked it up to the way that the mass monster's bulk writhed against his own form. His lover was just so ardent in his force, yet restrained enough to make it pleasurable for the both of them.

Peppy was the first to break the embrace, though not without a goofy kiss adorning his face. "You know, I still don't think I've met anyone who kisses like you do yet."

"There's an obvious explanation for that," James chuckled as he booped the rabbit on the nose. "I'm simply one-of-a-kind."

"That you are!" The intense arousal flowing through Peppy from the kiss had his sizable shaft spew out a dollop of pre, matting the fur coating his stomach.

James let his hands roam around the lapin's body, feeling how his friend had been taking care of himself throughout the years. "Hey, you're no slouch either. I hope you've been teaching my boy a thing or two."

"I do when he's ready to listen to what I tell him," Peppy sniggered. "I will say that he's at least a better student than Falco is. That one can be hard to get through with that ego of his."

"Yeah, Fox was saying that you tend to give him some 'private encouragement' when he's being difficult." The image of what his son described popped into James' head, causing his dick to throb and belch forth more preseed.

Peppy nodded, a shiver of ecstasy shooting through his bones as he relished the way that the handsome fox's manhood pulsed against him. "Happens more often than I thought it would, but I'm more than happy to be the one to deliver the lesson that birdbrain sorely needs."

"Makes me think back to our days at the Academy," James sighed. "Somehow you were more by-the-books than I was!"

"I think I might still be in some ways, though I can tell you that I've _loosened up_quite a bit since then," Peppy shot a wink at the canine Adonis, pushing his ass cheeks back into the large hands of his former teammate.

James' cheeks went flush at the lapin's forward offer, though he unfortunately knew that he had to decline. "Heh, as much as I'd like to, I don't think that's necessarily the best idea for us. You might just be a tad bit too small to take me."

"That's fine, I'm flexible. There's more than one way to milk a fox!" With an abrupt shift in his position, Peppy freed his cock and glided it up the fox's muscle-bloated torso, shoving it right in between the vulpine's swollen pecs. He gave the other man a playful grin. "I had this idea when I first saw you today. Glad to know it feels as good as I thought it would."

The sudden movement of the rabbit freed James' cock, which shot straight up in the air as it throbbed from the euphoric stimulation. "Ooh, Pep!" His girthy obelisk came back down after a long moan, smacking his lover on the back with a wet thud.

"So I'm not the only one who likes this, I see." That gave Peppy the cue to continue. Emboldened, he bucked his hips and slammed his pelvis into the other man's pec valley, though he didn't expect to feel resistance in the form of the fox flexing those slabs of beef. "Hnng!"

James, too, felt spurred on. "Which means that you're not the only one who can play this game. I'm glad you love my chest as much as I do."

Pectoral love was felt all around as Falco tongued across the younger canine's chest, making his leader moan his name. That caused a grin to widen his beak as he realized how much more sensitive the vulpine was now. "You like that, huh?"

Fox whimpered. "More than you know!" He tried and failed to maintain his composure, though he didn't know if he actually wanted to.

The fox's reaction encouraged Falco to continue, a bit rougher this time as his hands found purchase on the other man's fat nips, twisting them like changing radio stations in his car. His friend's moaning had an effect on him as well and he ground his throbbing cock into the junior McCloud's solid side. The feeling of smooshing his pole against something as firm as a brick wall contrasted with the knowledge of it actually being his leader's obliques thrilled him more than he thought that it would.

The bird's actions weren't lost on Fox, who thoroughly pushed his crewmate to be as lewd as desired. Every lick of his chest, every flick of one of his nubs, every single buck of those hips, was given back to the pilot as an affectionate squeeze - his seal of approval, but also a demand for more. Heh, he'd gotten too used to his dad manhandling him.

Falco picked up on the younger canine's intentions, allowing himself to put a bit more force into his actions. He got rewarded with more moans, stretching his grin wider. "I've never seen you this needy before."

"It only really happened since I got huge. All these muscles just pump pleasure through me whenever I get horny," Fox bashfully admitted, his thick musculature tensing from the worship that his crew gave him.

"Well, I'm certainly feeling it too. Shit, just straddling you feels great." As if on cue, Falco's rod drooled a glob of preseed that matted the vulpine's fur with the stick substance. He couldn't believe just how enamored he was with the other pilot's chest; seeing pectorals that gigantic was an absolute fever dream, and yet he knew for a fact that he was awake. "Goddamn, these things are massive!" He pushed against the flexing muscles as hard as he could, barely moving them. "I think they might even weigh more than me."

Fox huffed. "Probably more than Slippy."

Slippy perked his head up, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. "I heard my name."

The timing of the frog got Fox to chuckle, his tremendous chest slightly bouncing. "You're doing great, Slip. Keep it up!"

"Jeez, how big are your balls?" Slippy was amazed that even using two hands wasn't enough to hold one of them. His mind rushed to think of adequate comparisons, but he couldn't come up with something to relate to the literal tanks of cum that he was currently grasping. "I'm a little scared of what they could crush on the Great Fox."

"Heh, we can test that out later," Fox snorted as the amphibian gave his testicles a quick squeeze. Between the ace pilot ravishing his chest and the mechanic fondling his crotch, he was in absolute heaven. "Fuck, man, you two are amazing at this!"

Slippy shot his leader a mischievous smirk. "You're only just realizing that? My tongue's been working magic for years now, Fox." Like he was demonstrating, he let his slimy tongue curl around the underside of the vulpine's musky balls, pulling it along the ridge in the furry sac that separated the twin orbs.

"It's why I wanted you on my ship above all the other engineers." The constant pleasure rocked Fox, who involuntarily clutched his face as just about all of his senses were activated. "Oh god, keep going."

Being that close to the fox's masculine aroma enticed Falco to dig a little deeper, pushing his beak through the creamy fur to unearth more of the scent. He could've sworn that the other pilot kept his fur trimmed, making him guess that none of that happened while hanging out here. That didn't faze him one bit; he enjoyed the challenge and thrived on the smell radiating off of the colossal canine. It only made him want more.

His passionate assault on the younger vulpine's chest inadvertently spread to the rest of his body, his hands gripping more and more of the meaty boulders. The feeling of them spasming in his grasp was nothing short of orgasmic as he continued to lash his tongue between them. It was fortuitous that he'd fucked around with his leader so much that he knew what got the shorter man off, and he was quick to learn the same here.

Each tension of sinewy beef triggered his arousal to swell, so enchanted with the fox's heft that his cock pulsed in a greater frequency. His own moans started coming out, picking up in volume the hornier that he got.

The shaft that stood tall in front of Slippy began leaking precum out like a broken faucet, tantalizing him with its near constant flow of the translucent substance. Sensing an opportunity to really agitate his leader, he gently slid his hands along the beefcake's inner thighs, feeling an instant reaction in the form of the canine's legs twitching from the unexpected sensation.

It brought him closer to the mammothian vulpine's obelisk, which was his ultimate goal. Tentatively he licked it, his long tongue starting at the base and sliding up along the slickened cockflesh. He noted how the fox quivered when that monolithic pillar was rubbed in any capacity, which gave him a brilliant idea; it was a bit of an experimental idea, but one that he figured that the two of them would both like.

He slowly wrapped his long tongue around the bigger man's pole, making a spiral around the throbbing rod not unlike the solenoids that he commonly worked with. Now, it was a bit unorthodox even for him - as he'd never even thought to _attempt_something like this before - but the way that the pilot groaned aloud seemed to indicate how much of a good idea it truly was. Time to see if he could pull this off.

Gingerly he pulled, his tongue dragging along the surface of the other man's prick, gently grazing the slithering veins and eliciting a snort from the canine. It wasn't nearly as difficult as he'd thought it might be thanks to the copious amounts of ballbatter dribbling down the length of that inconceivable foxhood. He'd definitely remember this move for future sessions!

Barely a word had been shared between Peppy and his monstrous lover as the two of them continued. His admittedly impressive cock was assaulted on all sides as he pecfucked the elder vulpine, being squeezed by hundreds of pounds of carefully controlled chest meat. It was so unlike taking the ass of one of the younger guys; the only thing that made sense to compare it with was some kind of toy, but no toy ever felt this incredible. He had his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

His hands were firmly clasped onto the fox's chest, squeezing for dear life as the other man's pecs persisted in their massage. Of course a toy couldn't keep up with this - the canine was like a machine in his relentlessness! How amazing the restrained force felt on this kitmaker.

Oh, and it continued to feel better the more that he fucked his friend's chest. Something about the way that the canine's musculature directly squeezed his length had his libido skyrocketing. He felt invigourated, like any exhaustion that he might've felt by this point had dissipated and been replaced. It was a welcome feeling to be sure.

He grunted and moaned as the sensation mounted inside of him, causing him to push a little bit harder with every thrust. The reason as to why couldn't be placed until he felt the tip of his member feel fresh air again. That was when he opened his eyes and found the discovery of a lifetime.

Like the fox, Peppy had begun putting on defined muscle mass, thickening his frame all over as dozens of pounds piled onto him every second. He inadvertently froze when he saw what was happening. Nothing came from his mouth as he witnessed his own body embiggening before his very eyes. Did this only just happen? He'd been so into fucking his lover's chest that it was possible that he missed it.

The rabbit's growth was not lost to James, who felt his arousal blossom even harder as he felt his friend's body enlarge on top of him. The feeling of the lapin's muscle mass thickening in his grasp forced air out of his nostrils. It was happening all over, and his hands couldn't keep up. He was in heaven that he got to experience this on someone else's body. Was this what he went through? God, he hoped so!

His cock spasmed as it drooled yet more pre down the broadening back of the rabbit like honey. The sticky fluid traveled around the developing musculature, tracing the burgeoning bulk. He could feel his lover's beef grow against his endowment, the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in an instant. Fuck, it made him wish that he could've recording him growing, but he knew that his wasn't anywhere near as explosive as this was.

The sight of the other man's heft packing under that pelt activated the carnal side of his libido far more than almost anything else that he could think of. The lapin might still be in shock at undergoing the sensation, but he was more than used to it at that point.

He let his hands migrate around the shorter man's form, feeling how those muscles expanded in his grasp. It was intoxicating in how relentless they were in growing. Pecs that were all but nonexistent to start with had ballooned outward just as hard as those limbs did, now looking like he could a couple truck tires in each hand. Barely an ounce of fat was left on the rabbit's body, just enough to cover up any potential leanness that might've occurred.

Peppy felt a flurry of emotions rampage through him. His alarm had begun to subside as his arousal rose, his body's sensitivity shooting pulses of pleasure to his brain. The way that his musculature started to rub against one another felt incredible, making him crave it more. And the canine felt this way all the time now? He couldn't fathom how he'd get any work done at that size - he'd just want to pleasure himself whenever he could!

The rabbit wasn't the only one having a full-body experience as Slippy felt the start of tingles propel through his system. It caused his breathing to grow laboured, only for it to increase when his growth actually started. He gasped at the first blast of muscle to coat his already-thick form, coming up underneath the physical evidence for his love of buffets. While he was impressively strong as a result of his occupation as a mechanic, it now showed through as his arms swelled with densely-packed beef. It was exhilarating!

Having dozens of pounds of delicious bulk suddenly stuff his frame got him to tense up, his coiled tongue inciting the younger fox's balls to shoot out more pre. He didn't let his abrupt growth stop him, continuing to slide his tongue along the throbbing cockflesh with gusto. He didn't know who would blow their load first between him and his leader.

All over he grew, his muscles bloating like being connected to an air compressor. His legs in particular were hit pretty hard, all the fat that was present there not able to hide the bulk coming in. It required him to widen his stance a tad, a tall order given that he was already between the canine's redwood-sized limbs. An errant thought ran through his mind that he went about testing - yeah, his inner thighs were just as sensitive as his friend's were now, and he couldn't get over just how awesome it felt.

Not wanting to be left behind, Slippy's arms also joined in on the fun, inflating in real time. For the first time ever he not only had plainly visible biceps, but also ones that showed off the split peaks that were present. He couldn't tell if it was inappropriate to immediately think of what at work he could haul around now without the use of a dolly.

Falco got a firsthand show to the frog's sudden expansion, his eyes going wide as he saw the engineer surge in size out of nowhere. What he didn't realize at first was that the same thing was happening to him.

It took him a hot second, but he finally noticed how his gangly arms seemed to not be so thin anymore. Densely-packed beef piled on in a matter of seconds, giving him a swimmer's build that he didn't get to keep for very long. He was fine with that considering how much he hated swimming as a bird.

But going beyond that was alien to him as he never saw any spectacularly huge avians out in the world. At the moment where he could start to see his chest begin forming, he already knew that he was closing the gap between himself and the biggest of birds in existence. He couldn't tell if he should feel more terrified at how quickly it was all happening, or thrilled that he might just be amazing at yet another thing.

The size of his limbs made him think that his regular work jumpsuit might not be sufficient for his growing physique anymore, especially since it was among the slenderest among pilots. That would actually be a good thing as thicker body types were far more plentiful to come by, especially at his height. Some of the guys in the army easily had at least a hundred pounds on him in spite of being the same height as him, but he was close to showing them what their bodies should _actually_look like!

More and more Falco ground his cock against the gigantic vulpine's side, smearing a larger amount of pre with each thrust. He knew that the fox's obliques would be caked in sweat and bird seed if he were to keep up his pace.

Tied for being the shortest man in the house with the middle-aged rabbit, Slippy unfortunately wasn't blessed with any additional height. Instead, his body had a better idea to shove more muscle mass onto his stout frame - go wide. His shoulders broadened as more swollen bulk coated them, thickening his neck at the same time. While his family had numerous members with a decent amount of musculature to them, he might just be the first one with quite this much. Maybe; his grandfather was quite the notorious stud in his time.

His arousal hit what he thought was its peak before shooting right past it. He felt overwhelmed by how horny he was, pushing past whatever inhibitions that he might've still held onto. As such he retracted his tongue until that pulsing foxy fuckstick was free of the coil and shoved almost the entire thing into his mouth. He knew that his maw was just about the biggest around - if you ignored his father and uncle - but even then he could barely accept the vulpine's meatlog! This would take some effort on his part.

Still swelling beyond his wildest dreams, he steadied his breathing and gently pushed the larger man's pole further into his mouth, relaxing his throat muscles until musky canine pubes brushed against his nose. That got him to moan loudly, inhaling his friend's manly scent at one spot where it was strongest. It just about overpowered him and got him to cum then and there, but the stronger that he physically got meant that his willpower also grew mighty. He could hold on as long as was needed until he couldn't bear the pressure anymore.

In direct contrast, Falco had no issues accumulating beef like literally everyone else did as he was the only person that stood six feet tall. That didn't mean that he was any slouch in the muscle department as it crammed his body like overstuffed couch cushions. He could tell just from how heavy he felt that he'd finally surpassed the size of the heaviest bird out there, which honestly wasn't much at all - the frog's habit of stress eating at work effortlessly put him beyond that weight no problem.

The more that he lashed his tongue in between the fox's massive chest, the bigger he grew. His chest had just entered his vision permanently, though not stopping there as they continued to surge larger. Man, he was one of the guys who actually hit the gym quite a bit since graduating from the Academy, and he never put on weight anywhere near this quickly. If he'd have known that something that did this was just waiting out in space for someone to stumble upon, he'd have gone out looking for it himself!

His more powerful arms let him grope the canine's marvelous pectorals much easier, actually being able to manipulate them now. He felt a small throb of glee pulse inside of him at recognizing that fact. The vulpine had become less daunting to deal with now that he was on the verge of reaching that size, and it only made him all the hornier.

Fox was beside himself as he felt his friends grow around and on top of him. It instantaneously put him back to when he was fucking his dad's ass in the gym downstairs, wondering if it felt this way back then as well. Actually, his old man wouldn't know what two burgeoning behemoths felt like, so he had a leg up here!

Well, almost two legs up considering how much they were twitching from the unrelenting pleasure coursing through his veins. The pair of pilots were experts in making people cum from the countless times that they'd all gotten together since their time in the Academy. They were well-known to cavort with one another after lights up, being sneaky enough to evade detection and make it to and from their room under the cover of night for some midnight action. Even though his dad said that he'd not experienced as much, he had a feeling that the older fox wasn't as proficient in the art of love making at his age as he was.

And he couldn't get over how much he wanted his lovers to embiggen and join him as an absolute muscle monster. Not because he intended to do nothing but get them to fuck each other all the time, but because more patients of this condition could potentially give the researchers more to analyze in order to better understand how this happened in the first place. Also normalizing this kind of size among pilots would ensure that he had a seamless transition back into work again.

More than one fox was enjoying the spoils of second-hand growth as James couldn't get enough of his long-time friend. He just wanted the rabbit to keep going as far as possible, hoping that mentally encouraging the pilot to expand would contribute. The answer as to whether or not that was possible was obvious, but that didn't stop him from trying.

His hands gravitated to wherever muscle visibly accumulated most - the chest, those arms and legs, and of course that ass. He was drawn to it just as he was drawn to his son's. It wasn't quite to the same level as the younger fox's, but he knew that it could easily match the size, or even surpass it entirely. The last thought belched forth another glob of pre to dribble down the lapin's expanding back.

Peppy - being the same height as the young frog - had also begun his widening, his shoulders pushing outward to allow more delicious bulk to accrue onto his already bulging physique. His breathing was loud and heavy, his massive chest taking up a lot of his vision as it rose and fell. He'd not forgotten about fucking the vulpine's swollen pecs, but the pleasure of his own titanic tool surging in between them was more than enough pleasure to deal with.

And what a cock it was! He was already a particularly hung stud amongst pilots, and now he was threatening to overtake species multitudes larger than him. Shit, the way that it fattened in every direction was also giving the canine a run for his money. It was a very real possibility that he could end up with the thickest hog of the men in the room, and that excited him beyond belief.

But it wasn't all fun and games. While a bit easier to work with as he got bigger, his lover's chest wasn't exactly the most pliable thing around. His shaft was getting crushed by the slabs of beef, forcing him to pull it free and view it in its entirety for the first time that night. It impressed even himself, his hand shaking as he stroked his leviathan python, which reached nearly halfway up his own pec valley.

The sensations coming from his throbbing cock amplified the arousal that he already had in him tenfold, making him needier than he'd ever been in his life. It was only then that he felt an itch build up inside of him, wanting nothing more than to get it scratched. There was only one way to do that that he could even think of. "James?"

James noted the desperate tone of his friend's voice, wondering what the rabbit was going through. "Yeah?"

Peppy moaned, the fox's kneading having gotten to him thoroughly. "I-I think I'm ready now."

"For?"

"I need you to fuck me, James," Peppy blurted out, his voice wobbly with passionate desire.

James' first instinct was to say that maybe that wasn't for the best, but his own arousal said otherwise - the lapin was more than a suitable mate for him at this point. The way that his friend's dimpled cheeks resisted the squeezing that his hands gave them indicated just how far along the rabbit was. "Shit, Pep, it was usually the other way around!" His colossal cock throbbed at the thought of going to town on his lover.

"Heh, I've had a lot of time to try things." A snort came from Peppy's nostrils as he struggled to maintain his composure. His pucker quivered as he backed his ass up against the fox's tool, feeling the other man's heart beat pulse through the preseed-slathered flesh. "Seems like you're not complaining."

"Can't turn down sex. Never have, never will." A lust-filled grunt rumbled in James' throat as he repositioned the rabbit so that the tip of his dick eventually met the winking tailhole of his companion. The pair of them had needed lube to do the deed in the past, but at this point they both produced more than enough on their own. A quick smearing of pre all around the lapin's delicate ring of muscle was more than enough to do the job, allowing him easy entry inside.

The vulpine's shaft was unlike anything that Peppy had ever taken before. He'd given several of the largest toys on the market a genuine shot before, but they didn't hold a candle to the majesty that was his lover's immense foxhood. Now, it couldn't go in, obviously, but being able to take any of it at all was a miracle in and of itself. He still had a ways to go before he fully caught up in size.

He groaned in atavistic glee as he pushed as much as he could back against the monstrous crotch rocket, seemingly taking just a little bit more as time passed. There was an obvious reason for that - he was still growing. As his physique started entering the realm of monstrous, his anal capacity, too, expanded as his body grew to accommodate more of the vulpine's member. It was surreal - it felt like he had someone's entire leg stuck up his ass and yet that wasn't all that his friend had to offer.

James had to stifle a gasp when the lapin's hungry hole swallowed more of his obelisk than he anticipated, and still kept going. The sensation made him pump his hips, wanting to shove as much into his lover as he could. It was as if the pair of them picked up where they left off. So many sleepless nights at the Academy led to this; all they had to do was wait for the perfect moment.

While he didn't feel any pain, that didn't mean that things all felt good to Peppy. His mouth contorted into a grimace as the girth of his partner's length gaped him wider than he'd ever been before. Little by little he kept at it, slowly making his way down the canine's massive salami. If there was one upside to this, it was that his prostate got the flattening of a lifetime.

It wasn't much, but James could feel the resistance around his cock begin to lessen as the rabbit continued his ascension into the same godlike state that he'd found himself in. He lost himself in his friend's growing enormity, his hands starting to be unable to mash the other man's musculature thanks to how densely packed it was all becoming. True to the lapin's form, the cute belly that his partner used to possess domed out into a thick tortoise shell of a gut, abs bloated with beef and distending almost as far as those pecs. The rabbit was becoming a man!

Having so much size dumped onto him helped Peppy immensely in taking more of the canine's preposterous shaft. He knew while he was small that there'd be no way for him to take it as it was practically as big as his own torso, but now? He was on his way to becoming more than compatible. His own cock was nearly as large!

He could feel how wide he'd grown over the last little while. His back stretched way farther than it used to, just about making him twice as wide as before. That was due in part to his shorter stature, though he knew that the fox wasn't too much taller than he was. If the elder beefhemoth was anything to go by, he was going to be inconceivably gigantic by the end of the night.

His hands found purchase on the vulpine's thick chest, though his hands could cover more surface area now. He used that to his advantage, groping the swollen musculature with fervor as the cock in his ass skyrocketed his arousal. He was so close to getting fucked and it was driving him crazy!

But the rabbit wasn't the only person feeling the need to be bred as Fox now couldn't stop his compatriots from manhandling him if he tried. The frog and bird had grown insatiable, their bloating forms heightening their libidos at the same time. They'd grown far hornier than they ever had, but he didn't mind in the slightest - that just meant that they'd match him now.

Slippy in particular was an impressive specimen. Normally a stocky man, his width positively exploded with bulging heft that he'd gained in a matter of moments. Like the lapin he retained the gut that he entered the house with, only the amount of girth that concentrated in the area kept his domed abs covered in a thick layer of pudge. He had a six pack, it was just in the fridge!

But he wouldn't stop to inspect himself as he was far too invested in sucking down as much of the younger fox's slimy pre that he could. His mouth provided incredible suction power to take in all in, though his amphibious nature meant that the vulpine felt his length be enveloped in a plush interior that almost nobody that he'd slept with matched in earnest. He truly was one-of-a-kind.

And that was significantly more apparent as time went on, with his thickness in particular becoming especially impressive to those around him. He'd grown into his size, his pectorals jutting out far from his chest and taking up a lot of his view. But still his body swelled; it wanted more.

More was what he got as he slurped on the canine's fuckmeat. The moans coaxed out from his leader was proof positive that he was doing a stellar job, encouraging him to keep at it. He savoured the taste of the dick in his mouth, his tongue tracing around the throbbing veins. It amazed him how the fox's package used to look gigantic to him when he first laid eyes on it; now it seemed normal.

While he might not have gotten as broad across as his crewmates, Falco gained mass like his body was built for it. He surged in size like there was no tomorrow, his tall height letting him adeptly accommodate all the bulk given to him. It kept his torso straight unlike the other two growing beefcakes, however his cinder block abs could still withstand a tank blast with ease.

He'd become ravenous in his worshipping, his tongue continuing to assault his friend's enormity as he wanted to make the canine feel incredible. Not for his leader's sake, of course, but because he wanted to show that he could make even the mightiest of goliaths cum.

His prick had bloated greatly from the constant arousal pummeling his soul, shooting it up his torso until it nestled squarely in between his oversized pectorals. He couldn't believe that a shaft bigger than his leg used to be now belonged to him! The realization sent him over the moon, making him leak copious amounts of pre that messed up his pristine - albeit sweaty - blue feathers.

"S-Slip..." Fox blurted out weakly.

Slippy had been so focused on sucking the canine's dick that he almost missed his name being called. "Yeah?" A string of saliva connected his tongue to his friend's pole.

The overbearing arousal coalescing inside of Fox had his musculature tensing, practically everything doubling in size when spasmed. "You... I need you to stick your dick in me."

A fire immediately lit up inside of Slippy when he heard that. "For real?!"

"Please!" Fox begged, though a bit more needily than he intended.

"I can do that!" With a lascivious chuckle, Slippy lined up his swelling log of amphibian fuckmeat with the fox's quivering hole, his leaking shaft providing ample amounts of pre for lubrication. It was during then that his dick actually slid right inside his leader's tailhole, catching the pair of them off-guard. It took everything that he could to hold on as the canine's anal cavity assaulted his burgeoning pillar. Even though he couldn't stuff his friend silly, it didn't mean that he was small in any way.

"So, you're just gonna leave me out, huh?" Falco smarmed, his shaft drooling precum onto his friend's torso.

Fox gasped as the smell of the bird's cock grew stronger the closer that it got to his face. "You too, please!" It was unsightly, but he literally couldn't control his urges.

That was all that Falco needed to hear as he positioned himself at the fox's head, though got an idea. "Yo, Slippy, let's flip him!"

"Sounds like a plan!" Slippy responded. The pair of them made quick work of the task, together being more than strong enough to manoeuvre the canine on his hands and knees.

Fox barely had any time to react before he felt the avian's immense endowment shove into his mouth, instantly feeling that it was still growing. He moaned around the meat crammed into his maw, also enjoying the cock stuffing his ass. Both of his teammates were continuing their expansion, and he couldn't wait until they were his size.

Slippy was starting to succumb to the carnal pleasures that his leader's body could provide. The colossal ass that he'd plunged into felt incredible, though got tighter and tighter the bigger that he grew. He couldn't tell just how heavy he was at that moment, but a quick glance at the impossibly wide canine let him know that they weren't too far off in size anymore. Damn, he was probably over a half of a ton of absurdly thick frog!

Falco, too, felt himself still swell huger as the vulpine sucked on his log. Whether it was because his friend was an expert cocksucker or that his body's sensitivity was through the roof, his nerves were fraying as electric pulses of euphoric bliss pounded his soul into dust. He had arms bigger than an athlete's torso, and yet they felt like jelly as the fox orally assaulted him. It made him acutely aware that he was not the one in control here.

The railing that Peppy received ballooned him faster than either of the foxes did in such a short amount of time. His torso was broad as his shoulders had pushed out to make him just under a foot less wide than he was tall. The overwhelming pleasure of being jammed with his lover's kitmaker made him melt in the elder fox's arms, the handsome visage of his former teammate greeting him whenever he was able to get his eyes open.

His lats had become winglike, wider across than some cars and flat enough to park them there. It paired well with his titanic traps, which rose halfway up his tall ears, absolutely swallowing his neck and forcing his head to stay relatively straight as a result. His ass was thick with beef and able to bounce a coin off of when flexed fully. It made for a potent vise to clamp down on the vulpine's colossal crotch rocket, which only made the experience better for the both of them.

That was the beginning of the end for James, who struggled to keep himself composed as the swollen rabbit clenched down onto his monolithic pillar. For as much as he could last when dealing with his son, he forgot just how potent his friend was during the deed, knowing the ins and outs of making him cum. It dawned on him that the other pilot just needed some additional size to be able to carry it out.

He gasped and grunted as his resistance was ground down to nothing by the lapin's relentless tailhole. The sensation of his own prostate swelling his taint shot him with unadulterated pleasure, causing his self-control to falter. A few low, loud moans were all it took before he couldn't hold it in any longer and let loose his floodgates.

The deluge of spunk that blasted from his bulging cumpipe painted the rabbit's inner walls a pearlescent white, coating that anal cavity before inundating his partner with everything that his engorged cum tanks had produced then. Every pump of his hips pushed more and more of it out, and the tightness of his lover's pucker meant that not a single drop could escape.

Having no warning, Peppy's insides being overwhelmed with virile foxbatter bulged his eyes out, letting out a loud gasp. That pushed him over the edge of climax in an instant. Now not holding back, he let his impossibly huge schlong fire out shot after sticky shot of jizz, his cock so large in fact that it blasted over top of the fox's head. God, he was massive! He almost couldn't remember what he was like before from all the pleasure frying his brain.

Like the older lapin, Falco's immensity proved to be a lot for him to handle. While he considered himself a stud's stud, even he had his limits, and the fox that he was in the midst of facefucking knew his buttons too well to not push him. The fact that his leader's hands were playing with his gigantic orbs didn't help things one bit.

Thanks to his considerable size before coming to the house, Slippy was just about as wide as he was tall - a record for this group! He was a veritable titan among the titans currently in the living room, though he probably cared for the size the least out of the bunch of them. It was awesome to be that gigantic, of course, but he was more excited to discover what that could do for him on the job. Think of how effortlessly towing the Arwings into flight position would be now...

Falco's height meant that he wore his size better than the others - leaving him far more flexible than his friends were - but that didn't mean that he wasn't as thick as what the others were. On the contrary, his chest alone was proportionally as large as what the foxes were, meaning that more meat was shoved into his pectorals than even what his leader had. He chalked it up to that being a natural place for birds to accrue mass.

Ah, the damn canine reached around to his ass! Having his cheeks groped like that sent them flexing uncontrollably, though that only encouraged the blasted canine to fondling him harder. The sensations were too much for him to handle. Just the blowjob alone was enough, but his crewmate's rough ministrations would be what throws him over the edge entirely.

Slippy felt much the same way as his prodigious shaft was expertly massaged by the fox's experienced asshole. While magnificent in its girth, it meant that his friend could resist its advance all that much easier. At the very least he could get the canine groaning as he flattened his teammate's prostate with his jackhammering, overloading the vulpine behemoth with unrestricted pleasure. Small victories.

However, that wouldn't last much longer as the canine fought back, clamping down on his pole and causing him to moan out. He snorted from the abrupt sensation stimulating the nerves all along his shaft. A wave of warmth blanketed him like lava, the heat of exertion mixing with the heat of desire. He had to cum, he needed to; the fox demanded it.

Falco couldn't hold on any longer - his crewmate's tongue was just too adept for this kind of thing. He always thought that any night with him would be incredible because of how long he lasted in bed, but here the vulpine casually made him cream himself in a fraction of the time! White, hot seed jettisoned from his pulsating member, shooting ropes of cum down the canine's greedy gullet. Fuck, this felt too good; he might not be able to go back to smaller guys after this.

That caused a chain reaction in the original beefcake, clutching onto Slippy's cock without a second thought. He was caught off-guard by the abrupt change in pressure, ecstasy rippling through his brawny limbs and releasing the tension that he'd built up. Untold litres of frogbatter was let loose into the awaiting fox's bowels, his monumental balls draining virile jizz without spilling a drop onto the floor. That didn't mean that it'd stay clean, of course.

And finally - after getting loaded up from both ends - Fox felt like it was time to join his friends in climax. His thoroughly sucked-on kitmaker spasmed as his pelvis unclenched, his testosterone factories pulling up and geysering numerous bucket loads of spunk onto the carpet beneath him. It felt incredible to finally have his needs sated by his friends again, and now they got to experience the pleasure that he went through not too long ago. He definitely made the right call in bringing them here that evening.

Exhausted panting could be heard coming from all five men, thoroughly sore and tired from a night of passion that none of them would ever forget. They'd all collapsed, some onto the floor, while others lay in a sweaty pile. That was certainly the shake-up that they needed in their sex lives!

The first to recollect his bearings was Peppy, who only then got a good look at how much he'd grown since entering the house. His eyes were as wide as his mouth was, his jaw agape as he inspected his immensity. He was huge - easily the biggest rabbit in existence, and now one of five men who could command respect from all those who saw him. Well, at least from those who didn't know him well; he knew that his superiors would still treat him the same regardless of how massive he ended up becoming.

Slippy followed, and then Falco. The pair of pilots were astounded at their impossible muscle mass upon clarity hitting them. Their eyes scanned their own grotesque physiques before flicking over to view the other mammothian crew member. Neither of them could believe what just happened, and yet they both wished that they could go through it all over again.

"Well, that was fun," Fox giggled, barely able to push himself upright. He met the nervous visage of the bird, laughing at how flustered his teammate looked. "How was that?"

"Uh," Falco gulped, "good. It was good." As much as his body loved it, he knew that he still had his original reputation on the line with his regular lays. It was going to take a lot of effort to adjust everyone's expectations again, much to his dismay.

"Yeah, that was cool!" Slippy beamed, watching his bicep grow twice as big as his head from a single flex. "I can't believe this just happened to your dad out of nowhere."

Fox shifted his position to be able to see the frog, whistling when he saw the utter enormity that made up the mechanic. "Goddamn, Slip, you're fucking huge!"

Slippy nodded. "Yeah, my entire family's wide. This honestly makes total sense if you think about it."

"Well, unlike you, I stick out like a sore thumb among other birds," Falco grumbled.

"Hey, don't sweat it!" Fox wryly grinned. "Maybe you could be a trendsetter for them. Imagine a flock of birds needing to take several buses to get anywhere because they max out the weight limit for everything else."

The thought made Falco groan. "Somehow I highly doubt they'll take to it."

Like the younger guys, the older men were busy chatting it up, with James in particular coming up with ideas for things to do with the swole rabbit. "You know, I decked out the home gym with a bunch of weights that actually provide some challenge. I've been using it to see how far I can push myself," he traced a finger down the middle of his friend's fluffy chest. "I can show you the measurements if you're interested. I've got some pretty spectacular trends going on!"

Peppy chuckled. "You're lucky I'm also a numbers guy." Despite his now monstrous size, he was still a giant dork at heart. "You can show me whatever you want to, hot stuff."

His brain never shutting down, Slippy lost himself in thought for a brief second as something important crossed his mind. "You know, I kinda had some thoughts about all this."

"Oh?" Peppy needed to turn his body to see the amphibian, something that he was embarrassingly unaccustomed to.

"Yeah, just thinking about how things on the Great Fox are gonna go now that we're huge. I think for the most part it'll be fine - though I can already think of things that will need to be adjusted before we use them." The more that Slippy flooded his mind with work, the more that came up. "The thing is, I don't know how well our Arwings would support our weight now since they weren't built for someone of our size. They might be out of commission for a while until I can properly reinforce them."

Falco's eyes went as wide as saucers upon hearing that. He panicked, his mind swimming with how much time he'd be stuck on land until his ship was satisfactory enough to fly. How could he be the best pilot in the universe now when his wings were clipped? "Wait, seriously?!"

Slippy quirked a brow at the bird's reaction to what he thought was an obvious observation. "I mean, yeah? You're free to try and fit into yours if you'd like, but don't come crying to me when you crush it into scrap metal with your ass."

That was the absolute worst thing that Falco could've imagined; he was nothing without his ship. "Oh, fuck..."