Growing love

A "The Fountain" sequel

Keelie had succeeded in his goal, in the mission that had been bestowed upon him by greater forces than he could imagine: to take a particular gem where it needed to be to bring back the Fountain of Life and with it rejuvenate the land so that everything could return to normal. The initial frustration, worry and fear of failure he'd been plagued by for countless days had eventually melted as, one day, a fateful day, forgetting completely about the mission for the sake of his sanity, Keelie had decided to focus on himself and to cultivate the blossoming love he had for his companion. Geordie had been very much accepting of his advances, exceedingly so in fact: from mere friends to lovers in but a short afternoon was hardly slow or that belied any doubt or hesitation. It also helped that both the fox and the wolf were ungodly pent up after endless searching in the cold, trudging on thin ice all with little rest. It helped even more that Geordie was so, so, so very much hung like a horse. Maybe a little more.

The lovestruck fox had shoot his shot, succeeded and even managed to make his most deeply held lust be fulfilled, oh and he also completed his quest by somehow fusing the gem he'd been given with Geordie which resulted in the already huge, overly hung, massive unit of a stud getting even bigger than before in the process. Whatever rules this Fountain abided by, apparently all it needed to bring new life was several dozen buckets of cum spilled everywhere but mostly on Keelie's muzzle until he'd been turned into a cummy statue walking about the little cabin the two were sleeping in. But of course, the story could not end there, could it? There were many answers left to be found, many more questions to be asked and, most importantly, much much much experimentation to be done on Geordie's newfound talent for growth and dumping ridiculous amounts of cum wherever his tree trunk of a cock was aimed at. And, considering all the 'tests' the two wanted to do, that cock was going to be aimed everywhere several times a day.

"What are you looking at?" Geordie ducked to enter the cabin, but not after he'd smacked his head right on the wall because he'd once again forgotten that after fusing with the gem he'd gotten rather buffer, bigger, twice as hung and far, far more attractive to the smaller fox. A good foot and a half taller than he'd been just a day before, Geordie just couldn't get around the fact that he needed to cram himself in the doorframe much to Keelie's enjoyment and arousal.

"You." The fox smiled and licked his lips. "And that." His gaze went lower and lower, across the vast real estate that were the wolf's prodigious abs and pecs all the way down to his crotch where the fattest cock to ever enter his field of view was happily swaying completely soft in its two and a half feet of leaky shaft above two balls the size of a forty pound bag of flour and just as heavy. If not more. "And those." He pointed at everything on Geordie's body as his own shaft started to stiffen and harden and leak up a storm over what remained of the bed.

"Har har, you try to get this big and get used to it in just a day Keelie." Geordie finally squeezed past the door, which proved to be rather tough not because of his muscles, but rather because of the huge nuts he had to cram through it as if he was trying to get a pumpkin in a hole the size of a small melon. Or a melon with a huge spear through the silhouette of a grape and a toothpick. "I'd love to see you cram yourself inside a door this small with this much cock strapped to your groin." The bigger male huffed, squeezing past the entrance just about enough to achieve his goal, though all the prodding, pushing and moving was having quite the effect on the wolf's sizeable emissions, namely a few fat wads of precum had been spilled all over the floor, steaming as the cold air met the warm fluids right at the threshold.

"Oh please, please, pleaaaaseeee!" Keelie chuckled as he got up from the bed he was sitting on and rushed to hug the big bad hung wolf, which ended up with his muzzle buried in Geordie's pecs and their cocks brushing together, soft flesh rubbing against soft flesh. Keelie breathed in hard, taking all of the scents, the smell of cum, of sweat, of sex, of love, of lust and sniffed, rubbing his snout all over the thick muscles, lick the fur to taste him. Barely ten seconds later, the fox was already growing bigger and leak up far more precum that pooled under their feet, forming a little pool they were stepping on, yet Keelie had not gotten any harder. "MHH..." As the two rubbed their cocks together, frotting, grinding, caressing, neither was even beginning to get a nice, juicy erection even though their shafts were fattening up, Geordie's growing far more than the fox. The same power that had made the wolf grow that big in the first place was once again working its magic, allowing both to swell, their scents thickening up ten times over as the little cabin started to reek even more of horny pent-up studs and like a fifty person orgy. "MH!" Keelie huffed one last time and pulled back as his cock started to actually swell and harden, rising from eleven soft inches to a foot, then close to two.

"Easy there, don't get too horny too fast or you'll get dizzy." Geordie chuckled and helped the musk-drunk fox keep his feet planted firmly on the floor, although his hand accidentally ended up cupping the small, soft bubble butt Keelie sported and flaunted all day long now that neither had any more clothes to wear. "I speak from experience: too much dick at once and you end up needing to rest."

"Oh but I haven't gotten enough dick, not even close..." Keelie licked his lips and pushed the helping hand away, kneeling in front of the huge wolf right where he wanted to be the most: pushing Geordie's monster cock aside, the fox buried his face right underneath it, where shaft met sack, where the tuft of fur that decorated such immensely fat balls began and where the musk was strongest. Hidden under a thick cock, Keelie sniffed as hard as he could, hugging the wolf's sack with love as his shaft rubbed on it in erratic, chaotic thrusts and humps. "If you can have this much why can't I?" The smaller male continued worshipping his lover's immense junk with great passion and mounting lust. "It's just... unfair." Every other word was interrupted by a loud, lewd, horny sniff that only helped both males grow more aroused. Bit by bit Geordie's monster cock stiffened more and more, until that two and a half feet of mostly soft flesh, though firm and toned, turned into three, three and a half and still rising higher.

"Keelie... take it easy... mhhahh..." Geordie grunted as he felt his lover's cock rub against the underside of his sack, a stiff presence throbbing gently along with the constant, dull, ceaseless churning of the twin orbs that were responsible for much of the scent and coating of spunk and pre all over the cabin. "... we don't know just... how much this power can give us."

He grit his teeth, lips pulled back as he endured the near-orgasmic rush of power, pleasure, lust and love that came with gaining a single inch of size. It was just a small bit, a fraction of a fraction of his total height, but it was still enough to feed into his arousal and deep, definitely not hidden desire to be bigger, stronger and more hung. It was a wonderful loop of desire and reward, with the reward being just enough to sate the need for a split second and then leave Geordie wanting for more, like a carrot that got juicier and tastier the more it was eaten and had no end to it. In barely ten breaths, the wolf felt the inches pile up in height, girth and length, his cock swelling fatter above Keelie's head, eclipsing the little fox more and more as the distance between the two grew larger despite neither having moved one bit. From a wonderful five feet, to six feet and then halfway to seven, from base to swollen tip, Geordie had a spire thick and large enough to be bigger than his own diminutive lover.

"K-Keelieeeee..." Geordie leaned back, putting a hand on the wall that creaked not-so-subtly as he put more weight against it, cracks appearing where his palm rested until another rush of pleasure washed over him and made his knees buckle and give up. The two fell with grunts and moans and groans, Keelie having somehow ended up sandwiched between Geordie's cock and torso, the great, drooling, beastly shaft spreading the fox's cheeks wide open as one male's stiff flesh shared heat with the other male's soft, twitching tailhole. "Mh, sorry."

"Ooohh heavens above this is..." Keelie bit his lip as he rubbed his rump over the great spire sandwiched right within his cheeks. "You're so... big!" The fox mewled, curling his legs around Geordie's length, his own throbbing visibly and with excitement as he realized that he struggled a bit to get around the damn thing. A new pleasure feedback loop made the two grow another couple inches, with Keelie squeezing and rubbing his paws and beans over the wolf's cock, trying to wrap his thighs fully around the spire and Geordie huffing as he grew and felt those foxy, toned-yet-thin limbs fail to fully go around his girth. "Sssso big." Keelie buried his face in his lover's immense chest and sniffed, gently licking the fur between the two shelves the wolf had for pecs, giving them gentle squeezes with his hands and, once again, failing to do so as the strong muscle beneath the pelt put up quite the fight.

"Well, uhm, how about we indulge a bit?" Geordie watched without doing anything, merely allowing the fox to do as he wished, rubbing, groping, squeezing, teasing, stroking, grinding, licking and sniffing with wild abandon, happy to be an object of worship for his smaller paramour.

By now he could no longer fit in the space where the bed had been the day before, hell, he couldn't fit in the same way as he'd done that very same morning and barely five hours had passed since then: his head was firmly resting upon the wall along with his shoulders and some of his upper back and the rest of him stretched well beyond the confines of what used to be the bedframe. But of course, even the notion that he'd grown bigger, heavier, stronger and, one daresay, more stunning in all aspects paled rather spectacularly with the true eye-catcher currently being worshipped with wild abandon by a rather diminutive fox. Of course, diminutive was relative, since Keelie was about six feet tall, maybe a little more, definitely on the higher end of average yet still a far cry from the massive spire of wolf flesh he was glued to.

Keelie had pulled back from the pectoral valley he'd been exploring, choosing instead to turn around and face Geordie's cock, snout pressed oh so very tightly against it, tongue slipping out to lick at the many many streams of thick precum that flowed below from the sputtering, throbbing, gushing fountain that was the wolf's pride.

"Mh... sl-slow down man... it's sensitive..." The request fell entirely on deaf ears though, Keelie was entirely too focused on what was in front of him. That being said, Geordie wasn't about to complain for the loving, devoted treatment his flesh was being bestowed. Yet at the same time, it didn't feel right. "Hey, stop for a moment." Keelie reluctantly parted from his slick, gushing, silent make-out partner and looked at his other much more talkative lover. "Scoot your pretty little bubbly ass over here for a second, I want to do something."

"Oh my..."

The fox obeyed with a coy smile planted firmly on his muzzle, the sort of smile one has when they know exactly what their significant other has planned but won't say outright to avoid ruining the 'surprise'. Keelie inched his rump ever so closer, intentionally slowly until Geordie huffed and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him across a vast expanse of abs and muscles in one single movement marked by the most sultry yelp either of them had ever heard in their lives. In the span of the next two seconds, Geordie spread Keelie's legs, his cheeks and buried his snout firmly within, nose pressed to the fox's tailhole for a quick, lustful, needed and well-deserved sniff that lasted far too long before a huge tongue travelled from fox nuts to taint to tailhole, leaving said fox a babbling mess, quivering all over as warm breaths and the feeling of a wet, broad, slimy tongue filling every nook and cranny between his cheeks.

"OOOoooooooooooohhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!" Keelie mewled, gripping tufts of fur around Geordie's crotch to steel himself as the bigger and stronger male ate his ass with passionate, senseless drive.

Though it was only at first: for a few long minutes (or it they been a few long hours?) Geordie snarled and huffed and grunted and puffed and slobbered over Keelie's entire backside like a starved beast finding some food after many days without a bite. It was raw, it was senseless, it was chaotic lovemaking of the most basal kind all the while the gem made Geordie grow, fractions of an inch at a time, slowly and inexorably bigger. The wolf knew exactly what to do, how to do it, when to push his tongue so deep it felt as if something alive and much bigger was squirming inside the fox's rump, when to pull back to leave a wonderfully painful void behind, when to swirl, when twist and curl and just where to push his huge, broad, warm tongue to achieve the greatest effect.

"OOHhahaha!" Keelie shivered all over like a leaf in the wind, as if there was no house around them, no stone walls and only the uninterrupted nothingness of their surroundings was left, yet he wasn't cold.

If anything, he'd never felt quite so hot and heated as this very moment, not even when he found time to steal glances at Geordie's body when the wolf wasn't looking did he feel like his entire body was a furnace ready to melt pure steel. And then his bigger, stronger, much more handsome lover hit the right spot inside his rump once again and Keelie howled, arched his back, his legs finding purchase behind Geordie's head, trapping him where he was as a rush of pleasure coursed through the fox's body and made him cum so very hard the world began to spin. He hugged the pillar of cock in front of him, now well past eight feet, all of 98 inches, towering over Keelie and it's own owner, pulsating with great, mighty throbs.

Yet the wolf himself wasn't far behind, a glow shining through between the fur and the layer of precum he was caked in, telling that he was growing bigger. And as Keelie began to unload his seed, shot after shot after shot, pints upon pints, ludicrous amounts for any living being besides the two of them thanks to whatever power the Fountain and the Gem had over the two enthralled lovers, Geordie grew bigger. His thicker fur seemed to absorb the seed it was soaked with, though the little fox, who was a mere seven feet tall compared to the wolf's nearly eleven feet, continued to dump more and more and more and more. Around them, the house creaked and cracked, stone and mortar giving in oh so very easily under the power granted by love, lust and need to fuck: a single kick from Geordie's mighty leg knocked down an entire wall, letting the pool of precum and cum covering the floor find another outlet other than the thin gap beneath the one and only door.

"MH!" Geordie pushed his lover's ass off his snout, licking beads of sweat and saliva off his muzzle fur as he looked at the gaping hole his tongue had left after ravaging it. Keelie was still cumming so very hard that even as he was lifted up, spurts of spunk each worth a dozen regular men's entire loads rose in the air and splattered down. "Uhm, we made kind of a mess..." The wolf looked at the wrecked building, feeling an odd mix of pride and mild annoyance: he had knocked down a wall with shocking ease, but now the place they slept in was ruined, not only by cum and pre and the thick, mind-breaking smell of balls and sweaty cocks. His spire stood stiff and throbbing and refused to soften, steaming visibly in the chilly winter air, precum gushing down its mighty flesh- "We need to find a new place to sleep in."

"MHhhhhhaha!!!" Keelie shivered, not in cold but in pleasure, a couple more times before his churning sack stopped pumping load after load up his cock and onto the icy soil. "MMhh there's a... cave nearby, remember? Big, kind of dark, definitely not too comfy but it's big enough for..."

The fox huffed, brushing against the wolf's immense spire, licking up the endlessly bubbling precum raining down from above. Geordie bit his lip and restrained himself as best as he could, but the feeling of a warm body against himself, the contrast between cold air and soft fur and the stiff, lovely feeling of another cock grinding on his own was too much to bear. His balls twitched, sloshed and swelled, more light shining from within their churning surface as one, two, three, five immense pumps of the most virile cum escaped from the lupine shaft, arching through the air, then raining down in messy, loud, lewd, potent splatters. Keelie helped the wolf, caressing the undulating undershaft with his hands while tens of gallons rushed out of it to coat the old stone and subpar bedding in layers upon layers of thick ball batter.

"Heavens..." Geordie huffed and steeled himself: he hadn't cum, not properly, not just yet, all of that was just him losing control for a bit. His nuts hadn't been emptied one bit, his cock wasn't softening and he felt deeply unsatisfied even as he watched his seed turn the wreck of the house he'd shared with the fox into a white, steaming, musky, salty mess of rock, wood and cum. "Uhm, let's just go."

"Oh yes, let's go, we won't have to worry about you knocking down walls in the cave... nor making the floor a slipping hazard." A cheeky smile made Geordie's muzzle blush and his cock throb and spurt a fat, dense wads of pre onto the gravel path before the two of them. While the two continued onward, unaware of what happened behind them as only the swaying of stiff cocks and the path ahead mattered, the ground that was so very gently blessed by their constant spurts and leaking seemed to take on a more healthy look, greener, lusher, more alive. "Though I wouldn't mind if I slipped and a very handsome devil were to catch me in his big strong arms..." Keelie chuckled and hugged his lover's arm tightly, earning himself another quick yet impressive gush of ball batter.

Walking not only barefoot, but wholly naked, and aroused at that, did not prove to be a problem in the least for either of them: whatever the Gem, the Fountain, or the gods that were watching upon the scene were doing, it helped them not to feel the cold, the chilly wind and the gravel beneath their paws. In fact, the chill helped to cool them down, if barely, and the wind carried the stench of sex far and wide, like a lewd, raunchy perfume from a demure lady teasing someone far away, only far more virile and less proper. The cave itself was, well, a cave: somewhat dark, not really enticing as far as dwellings could be but neither cared much at the moment: their bodies were made of tougher stuff and the idea of sleeping on the ground was so far away from their thought process it might as well have not even existed.

Much to Geordie's happiness, he did not have to kneel or even bend down to enter their temporary dwelling, not even squeeze past the entrance, which was quite the pleasant discovery. The fact that, despite the cave being rather open and that wind was picking up strength outside with each passing second, yet inside the air was still, if somewhat stuffy, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of soft moss, only made the prospect of staying there more appealing.

"I wonder what rent is in this part of the region..." Keelie chuckled and admired the moss yielding under his paws and then returning to its normal state when he removed them. Behind him Geordie was looking around, ears flicking left and right as he listened to something with a confused expression, but when the little fox bent down to look at a small beetle escaping from the two intruders between a pair of rocks. "Oh, what if I can't pay my big scary landlord..." Keelie spread his legs while facing away from the wolf, his fat heavy nuts resting firmly upon the soft lichens as the cock right above throbbed right under the fox's snout. "I am but a poor, poor moss farmer and I don't have any coin to pay for such a richly decorated cave..." He wiggled his ass back and forth in a hypnotic pattern, balls swaying lazily with his hips, tail hiked so high it might as well have been a flag pole inviting any brave soldier to put up a banner.

"I'm sure we could... work out a deal." The things he was hearing, the whispers coming from the cave, were instantly forgotten as the huge wolf licked his chops and stroked the person-sized cock extending proudly from crotch to forehead. His steps formed deep dents in the moss that quickly filled with the abundant precum he was leaking, growing back to their former size and then more, flowers and rich colours filling in the space and forming a short trail of paw-shaped moss hills. "Even though rent is very, very, very high." Geordie knelt behind Keelie and grabbed his rump, spreading it nice and wide a second time that day, watching as the fox's pucker shone with his cooling saliva from before, it looked bigger, softer, puffier than when he'd first crammed his tongue in.

"MMH!"

Keelie whimpered as he felt the wolf's tongue slither inside again, squirming like a live snake in his insides, stretching him and pushing all the right buttons deep inside his rump. But it was not meant to last: Geordie pulled it back soon after, maybe moments, maybe whole minutes, and watched as the pucker slowly but surely fattened up into a bigger and softer ring that filled the space between each foxy cheek so very nicely like dough in a baker's tray. Keelie looked up and all he could see above was cock and all he could feel, sneaking from the bottom of his back all the way to his head and beyond was even more cock. With a grunt, the wolf above let the massive spear rest upon the fox's back and the sheer weight of it, the size, the heft, the warmth almost made Keelie's knees buckle and sink in the moss below, pinning him on the ground. There was another glow and both males seemed to grow, one surpassing thirteen feet in height as his shaft bloated past eight, the other just barely reaching seven, his own gushing spire jutting nearly five and a half feet long, far bigger in proportion though still so very, very much smaller compared to the wolf's.

Then Geordie pulled back the absurd amount of dick locking Keelie in place, making it crawl backwards for what felt like ages as cum, precum and slick sweat coated every inch of the fox's back until all that was left was matted fur sticking up at odd angles. Keelie did not mind at all, hiking his tail even higher when he felt something huge, massive, absolutely oversized poke at his tailhole.

"FFff..."

"H-hold still..." Yet the fox could hardly do so, and how could he, when his backside was moments away from being so utterly filled with enough cock to lay a dragon of legends and then some? Geordie used one paw to scoop up wads and wads of precum bubbling from his cockhead, pints upon pints, enough to be a common man's lifetime sum of seed just so that he could carefully, gently slide one finger after the other inside his lover's rump. "OOOhh heavens above..." Geordie watched one digit, then two, then three easily fit inside Keelie's tailhole, helped by whatever was it that made them grow and possibly by the absurd amount of fluids and lust flowing about. "Mh." As his entire fist popped inside the fox, Geordie almost blew his load right then and there, but fortunately he only let out a titanic gush of precum that splattered upon a cave wall and painted it off-white as the goo stuck to the stone as if glued.

The bulge of Geordie's arm could be seen moving underneath Keelie's belly fur, a huge and thick bulge that most definitely would not hold up to what was going to be crammed in those guts next, but even so, the fox felt his very being filled and stretched oh so wonderfully. And the wolf was not even halfway down his arm.

"HHhs jjjjjust... fffffffuckkkk meee!!!" Keelie whined, holding on to the closest rock he could find for support as Geordie pulled his arm out and in place was a void far, far, far greater than what his tongue had left earlier. "Ohh heavens I feel like a sock turned inside... ahdasdhaosd!!!!!!!!"

Geordie did not have the will, nor time, nor mental capacity to keep listening to his lover's babbling about the state of his backside, the way his rump had been stretched and filled only to be emptied, the way the air tickled the depths of his ass in places that had no right to feel air or even the feeling of a fist flexing inside his guts. With one, simple yet brutal thrust of his hips, the wolf lined up his mammoth cock with Keelie's ass and pushed: inch after inch after inch after hole-wrecking inch slipped inside, lubed up by ludicrous amounts of nut batter that just kept on flowing forth from the lupine's floor-touching nads in buckets. The lack of bulge was instantly remedied as an entire foot, then a foot and a half, then nearly twenty three, leg-thick inches of wolf cock were crammed into a barely seven foot tall fox, mashing the second male's prostate so very hard he came on the spot. Keelie whimpered as pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave, a most violent, powerful and endless one as his stomach bloated with the next shot of precum that dimpled his fur and made him feel heavy. Cum gushed from his own meaty spire in heavy, nay, excessive amounts, splattering over and over and over again, pumped from foxy nuts resting against Geordie's titanic orbs, further fuelling the bigger, debatably hornier male's lust.

Two feet of cock were a lot more than what the vast majority of men could claim to have between their legs at full mast, yet Geordie wasn't even a third of the way in, maybe a quarter, and already the smaller fox was filled oh so very much. And still he wanted more, more and more: he dumped shot after shot after shot of pure cum onto the moss, completely oblivious to the lichens' growth beneath him as the life-giving goo kept flowing, all the while he braced himself and slowly, carefully, pushed himself deeper down the thick, throbbing, long road of dick left till his ass met Geordie's crotchfur. And Geordie would have let him, had he not tasted the pleasures of the flesh and now wanted more, just as much as Keelie and then some. Two huge paws grabbed the fox's waist, one on each side, held him tightly and pushed. Another two feet slid forth like a knife through butter, a stiff, throbbing knife through slutty, lubed and moaning butter, going so very deep and dumping a few healthy pints of thick precum that only served to lube the path forward even more.

Held like a toy in the hands of a massive feral beast, Keelie had nothing to do but focus on the pleasure he was feeling, the sensation of fullness that only grew the more Geordie thrust, as if there was never going to be an end to the pillar of cock that was being shoved in and out, back and forth inside his no longer virginal rump. Cum gushed from the fox's throbbing length in constant spurts that never seemed to lose any power, amount or strength, as if he was a fountain turned on and left to woo those left to watch or a canal finally filled with water now delivering the life-giving fluid to parched fields. All around the two rutting males, the moss grew thicker, lusher, healthier, creeping along the walls as the seed and precum pooled around them, flowing deeper into the cave, carried by unseen paths that the moss formed as it developed, proper channels of white froth slowly reaching the back of the cave.

The slick, lewd, deafening sounds of stiff flesh sliding inside soft flesh, of grunts, of moans and more grunts, of splattering of fluids, of churning of balls, of sloshing and gurgling and groaning and whining with pleasure echoed all at once in the cave, filling it completely with a wonderful melody or absolutely raunchy passion.

Inch after inch after inch turned into foot after foot of cock throbbing deep within Keelie's guts. Inside the seven foot tall fox, nearly four and a half feet of wolf shaft looked far too much, his belly stretched so very wide in every conceivable direction as it kept filling even more. Geordie's taint worked triple time to pump all the precum his sack was making into the fox, throbbing, swelling, straining in marvellous ways not meant to be enjoyed by mortals or lesser gods. And still it wasn't enough for the wolf: Geordie's tongue lolled out as the effort of fucking his lover to the end of the world and back made his newly gained muscles appear bigger than they were, his pecs far more akin to stone slabs slick with sweat than mere flesh covered in fur. One more foot, then two, then three, seven in total were crammed inside Keelie, enough cock to be as tall as the fox himself, a veritable pillar of male virility that spewed endless precum so packed with seed it might as well have not been precum at all. It flowed in gooey, dense batches out of the fox's stretchy, abused, probably eternally bigger pucker and pooled beneath them, forming an ankle-deep puddle made by hungry moss that fed on it as channels brought the excess into the depths of the cave.

Then, finally, with a clap of hips and rump, Geordie bottomed out inside his lover, hilting every single inch of his mammoth pride into a fox smaller than it was: a bulge jutted forth from the fox's belly like a statue to lust and love, twitching, throbbing, growing fatter as more precum was spilled within and added girth, heft, weight to it. Had the wolf not been a paragon of strength fuelled by unnatural forces, the sheer mass of cock and pre sloshing within Keelie's guts would have been nearly impossible to lift, much less handle with the roughness he was displaying. And yet it was not enough: bottoming every inch was good, but it wasn't what he wanted nor what he needed, a voice whispered in his ears that he could feel better if he got bigger, if he loved Keelie harder. Which he did: Geordie breathed into his lover's neck, giving him licks and nips as he began to grow again, visibly stretching taller and wider, thicker and heavier, more hung and more virile as his sack rested firmly upon the ground after a few mighty sloshing rounds of swelling despite him now being nearly fifteen feet tall. Then sixteen, then seventeen...

By the time he was about to breach the twenty foot tall mark, his cock was nearly twice as tall as the fox it was buried inside of, his sack so immense it was more akin to a pile of sacks of rice, sloshing, churning, gurgling, groaning, growling, pumping out obscene amounts of pre into a belly that touched the mossy cave ground. The channels of spunk and pre glowed softly, illuminating the inner cave with suffused luminescence all throughout, pulsating along with the thrums of Geordie's heart and of his oversized taint. Bit by bit, shot after shot, Keelie was lifted off the ground into a position where Geordie could fuck him harder and better, driving almost every inch of cock inside that wonderfully pliable and stretchy rump.

Over and over, inch after inch, gallon after gallon, their bodies covered with sweat and every fluid that splattered around them as the pressure inside the fox's ever more bloated guts grew too much or the very same fox's cum surged with greater strength beneath him like a fountain obstructed by a large rock. And then, finally, after what felt like hours of rough, passionate, mind-breaking rut, as his body was slick with sweat and his balls somehow bigger than when he'd started pounding away at Keelie's prime rear, Geordie felt the cum rise from within his sack, stretching his cock nice and wide as his taint bulged nearly double its already massive size.

With a howl, he gripped Keelie's legs tighter as he came, flooding his lover's belly with gallons, dozens of his nut batter within but a handful of seconds, hundreds after a minute, more and more and more and more without end. The fox's body could not take all of it, most of Geordie's gargantuan load was spilled onto the ground, over the moss, down channels drawn by their passion as the entire cave lit up as if midday under a scorching sun, but some managed to find its way through his guts and spill out of his mouth. Keelie only came harder, having spilled enough seed to fill tubs though he was already being eclipsed by his lover's even more impossible output. Keelie grew with his belly, swelling bigger, taller, stronger, even if such a gain had no meaning while the wolf whose nearly ten foot tall cock was buried in his guts outpaced his growth and orgasm with shocking ease. One reached nine feet in height, the other nearly twenty two, eleven against twenty five, one sporting a cock seven feet long, the other nearly fifteen with balls so big they never left the ground even as their owner's head hit the ceiling of the cave, forcing him to bend and crouch slightly.

Geordie came and came and came, and so did Keelie, both males moaning, grunting, kissing, grinding, huffing, stroking, their balls churning, gurgling and growing, their cocks throbbing, twitching and gushing in a cacophony so steeped in the stench of sex, passion, lust and love that the cave would likely never smell of anything but their rut. Geordie eventually pulled back, for inside his lover there was just no more space and he had to cum still, more than the fox could take: swathes of cock were kissed by musky, sweat-laden air as he growled softly and let his seed loose all over the cave walls, shots as thick as a grown man's thigh leaving the massive tip, each rope carrying buckets upon buckets of life-giving seed, most of it landing in the pool of cum at the back of the cave.

The brightness began to dim here and there, no longer blinding but still intense as runes, writings appeared on the walls, painted by luminescent moss as if an invisible hand was manipulating the lichens into revealing an arcane message. The cum pool bubbled and roiled, a small sea of churning white froth that swirled with activity the more runes were written on the cave. Geordie's chest, arms, legs, back soon began to bear the same sigils, his balls most packed with those glowing words. A wave of energy burst forth from him, propagating through the cave in an instant, echoing left and right until it barged out into the world beyond the cum-soaked limits of the two males' love nest. Greenery quickly returned to the soil, grass growing at breakneck speeds until miles and miles of previously dying land turned into a luscious prairie. Trees sprouted from dormant seeds, rising high into the sky, flowers, fruits, wild crops, herbal plants and more, everything grew with the cave at the very centre of it all.

"So..." Later, much later, Geordie helped Keelie stand up again, keeping the wobbling fox from falling on his huge, plump, breedable ass as both adjusted to their new sizes. The fox's pucker was now a pliable, fat, soft hole far bigger than it had the right to be and still leaking buckets of cum from a gut nearly seven feet wide. "... I guess this was the right place."

"Mha..." Keelie nodded, drunk with pleasure, slowly recovering enough brainpower to string together a few sentences. "Mm... we will need to... come back... you know... to make sure the Fountain doesn't dry up..." The fox winked, licking his chops, his feet more steady the further away he was from the core of the cave. His gut sloshed gently and his cock refused to soften, bobbing heavily and painting the road ahead with stray shots of precum. Behind him, Geordie's monolith of a dick loomed over, softening ever so slightly. "In fact... I think we should make it a monthly event... just to be safe..."