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Getting comfortable on my chair in front of my computer, I'm opening a browser in incognito mode, ready to find some new material to enjoy. Just as I get ready to browse on my favourite furry porn website, I see an ad that catches my eye. It's about a game with cute and rather well endowed men, so, obviously, I click on it. I definitely did not expect the intense light that glared from my screen, blinding me and forcing me to shield my eyes with my arms.

I feel nauseous; the light is so bright that all I can see is the reddish colour of my eyelids. I swear I can hear humming and chants from several people all around me.

After a long while, the discomfort finally recedes and I fall on the ground, landing not-so-gracefully on my butt. I hear gasps and whispers from all around me, birds chirping and feel the wind blowing in my hair. I lower my arm and carefully open my eyes to look at what is going on. My mouth falls agape as soon as I see what's in front of me: a hooded figure about half of my height wearing a large long brown garb, hands joined under the sleeves of the oversized cloth.

Confused, I look up to see the blue sky. Wasn't I in my room just... one minute ago? A few clouds are drifting in the celestial dome, a sun shines and three moons are showing. Three?!?!

I immediately stand up and start looking all around myself. I realize that I'm on top of some sort of circular stone, decorated with several inscriptions that I'm not familiar with. There are about a dozen more hooded figures around the stone monument, all of them watching me intently. As I start to freak out over what's happening to me, one of them steps – one who wears a more decorated garb – closer to me, kneels before me and talks to me.

“Torkian ak meleraz?" it says.

I blink in confusion. I can't even form any coherent sentence and just blurt out a “what?"

The thing lowers its head, stands up and turns to his comrades. It starts talking to one of them, and even though I try to understand its words, I can't make anything out of it.

I have no idea what is going on, is this all a nightmare or something? I stare at the two talking figures, and both of them take off their hoods. My mouth falls agape once more. It's not a nightmare, it's a dream! No, it's a paradise! The shorter of the two is a cute lean anthropomorphic mouse and its interlocutor is a rather fit and handsome red squirrel. Truly a paradise! A fluffy one!

As I listen to them talking to each other, I pick up on some quirks in their speech like squeaks. I let out a disappointed “aw man, I wish I could understand you guys..."

A strong gust of wind arises and swirls around me, drawing the attention of the dozen of figures around me.

The squirrel opens his mouth and says “Elder, he just used magic, do you think he was a sorcerer back in his world?"

To which the mouse replies “Perhaps; it might be the reason why he was the chosen one. Either way, the language barrier is a rather troublesome problem, we have to find a way to communicate with him."

“Wait a minute," I say to the two, “why can I suddenly understand you guys?"

Both the squirrel and the mouse look at me. The squirrel talks first “His language sounds odd."

I'm seriously confused. Why can I understand them and they can't understand me? Why couldn't I understand a word of what they said until a minute ago, and suddenly I can? So many questions swarm my mind, and a theory pops in my head.

“I wish you guys can understand me?" I say, hopeful. Once again, winds swirls around me and the rodents look at me again with a concerned look on their face. “Can you guys understand me now?"

“How-“ the squirrel tries to say.

The mouse stops the other by raising his arm in front of him, and steps forward. “Welcome, great hero." he says before kneeling down. All the other hooded figures also follow suit and kneel to me.

“What's going on here?" I ask to the mouse.

“We've been waiting for a hero such as you." the mouse explains, “We humbly request your assistance in saving our world from destruction. A great threat looms over us. As such, we are in dire need of your help."

I try to gather my thoughts. A hero? No way, I'm no hero. “I-I'm afraid I'm no hero, I..."

“I understand it is sudden, great hero," the mouse insists, “but you have already proven your skill. The magic you used to facilitate communication are extremely advanced spells that only the Great Archmagus could pull off as easily as you did."

“It was just..." I try to say, “beginner's luck, I swear I-“

The mouse bows further down on the ground and says, “please, honoured Archmagus. I do realize this must be confusing, but the summoning couldn't have possibly brought someone unfit for the task. You may not be able to fully grasp the extent of your power yet; I can however assure you that you are fated to become a powerful hero. I beg of you, Archmagus."

They seem so desperate that it makes me pity them. I tell them “I guess I can at least hear you out..."

“You have my eternal gratitude, great hero." the mouse says, raising his head.

For the next hour or so, the small guy explains about their predicament. From what I gather, a demon king has arisen from a foreign tribe and wishes to conquer the whole world by using their mighty military force. Their armies are currently in the middle of a fight with another of the tribes who seems to be somehow holding out well for now.

The mouse then gives me a golden pendant with many dull gems set into it, explaining that each gem can be blessed by the Guardian Deities. Gaining the benediction will apparently make my power grow stronger and allow me to fight off evil more efficiently. I ask him about the fighting part, since I honestly don't think I could handle real close-quarter combat at all, though he quickly reassures me by saying that each tribe has trained a champion who will fight for me while I support them with my all-powerful magic. I try asking more about the subject of magic, but he says he doesn't know anyone who could teach me anything about how to use spells at all. According to what happened earlier, I believe that my magic is triggered by my wishes or something like that? I'll have to experiment with it later, but now isn't the time for that as the hooded figures urge the mouse to guide me to Rozentia, the capital of the Springmeadows, a land populated with many species of rodents.

While on the way to the capital city, I learn that the mouse is the elder of the city, but that he's only forty two years old, which is apparently very old for his species. There are many such things that surprise me greatly. Magic exists but isn't very prevalent; the most that sorcerers can do in this world is maybe sparks to start fires, light a room with a small fluttering light or create light gusts of wind.

When we arrive in the capital city, I immediately see that there will be a bit of a problem. I'm way taller than any of these guys are, some of the shorter ones only reach up to my thighs. I'm the size of their houses, and it kind of makes me feel like I'm some sort of macro to them. If I said this didn't turn me on at least a little, I'd be lying. Though in all honesty, I've been aroused ever since my eyes fell upon the mouse and the squirrel from earlier. Realizing that I definitely am too big to fit in any of their building, the elder asks me to wait here with the squirrel while they will bring the great news to the champion.

I can't help but stare down at the guy who's staying with me. I sit down, and even like that, I'm still taller than him. He's handsome and well built, though he would definitely look better with a bit more muscle definition and some more height. A faint gust of wind swirls around me, startling both the squirrel and me, wondering just what happened. When I go back to staring at the handsome guard, my jaw drops. He is taller and more muscular. His previously fit clothes are now skin-tight – or maybe I should say fur-tight – and he's trying to figure out what was the cause of his growth spurt.

I let out a muffled “What in..."

He looks at me, a mix of confusion and amazement on his face, and then something clicks in his mind, he asks “did you do that to me?"

Before I can manage to even formulate an answer, I hear a commotion from town.

Both the squirrel and I look at the source of the noise, and I see the elder with another guy following behind him. It's a pure white furred bunny with two large and fluffy ears that bounce with each of his gleeful hops, his nose is small, pink and cute, and he has a black fur spot on his neck. He's about three feet tall, he's wearing a green shirt and brown trousers, has a large belt around his waist on which rest several bags and potion sockets, and holds in his hands a long staff made with the root of a sinuous tree that has a green gem at its top part. He's carrying a rather large backpack from which several bundle of herbs are sticking out and threatening to fall with each of his hops.

The elder walks to me and looks back to see the bunny, whose face was lit up with joy. The mouse says “Champion, this fine man here is the hero."

The bunny looks at me, gawking as if he saw a hero. Well, I guess he kinda is looking at one... I need to get used to that title.

“It's a great honour to meet you, great Archmagus," says the bunny, closing his eyes, bringing a hand to his chest and bowing slightly. He then stands straight again and continues, “my name is Sylvain and I am Rozentia's champion!"

“Nice to meet you," I reply, extending my hand to him. All the rodents look at me as if I'm doing something weird, and before I can even realize that a handshake might not be a normal thing to do to introduce myself in this world, Sylvain grabs my hand.

“I will do my utmost to help you strike the demon king!" the bunny says excitedly.

I'm not sure what to reply, and so I stutter “Th-thank you?"

Over the next hour or so, the elder mouse explains to both Sylvain and I what our task is. Northeast of Rozentia, at about a day and half of walking through the Springmeadows, is the Everfall forest where lies the temple of Renxes, the Guardian Deity of beauty and passion. It will be my first trial as the hero, and Sylvain will accompany me there and help me clear the god's challenge.

“This will be a piece of cake!" Sylvain claims excitedly, showing a big grin on his face.

I don't really want to ruin his enthusiasm with my I'm-no-hero, so I just nod in approval. The elder bids us farewell after gifting me a backpack – that is too small to fit on my back – filled with many things that would help us during our adventure. I stand up under the eyes of the amazed Sylvain, and the two of us set off in the distance.

“So!" the rabbit says, “what kind of magic do you do?"

“Well, I-“

“I can do druidic magic, like controlling plants and taking to feral animals! I have more magical power than any other magus back in Rozentia, and even though it will not be comparable to your power pool, I hope I'll be useful to you!"

“Thank you, Sylvain."

“No problem, Archmagus! If any wild animal appears, I'll chase them away; and if any monster appears, I'll banish them back to the Abyss!"

“Abyss?"

“That's where all the monsters come from," Sylvain explains, “until recently, the Abyss was dormant because the world was at peace. A couple rifts opened here and there, but luckily for us, there are very few of those in our lands. The Springmeadows are far from the land of the instigators of this war."

It seems that there is a lot going on in this world and I have much to learn about it. “I see."

We arrive in front of a field of wheat. The beautiful yellow stalks cover acres of land as far as the eye can see and every single breeze that goes through it makes it look like the field is rocked by small waves, like an ocean. I notice that Sylvain is grumbling, he's... shorter than the height of the wheat.

Out of consideration for him, I ask, “Should we take a detour?"

“Why?" he asks.

“You're kinda... short, won't you get lost in a field like this?"

“Don't worry about me, Archmagus; I'm a druid, I can whisper to plants!" he says, puffing up his chest and grinning proudly. He then takes his staff with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of himself and chants a spell in a language that I cannot understand. He then rotates his wand down and lowers it until the tip touches the ground. As soon as contact is made, the wheat in the field separates in two, as if cutting the ocean in halves. “So, what do you think of that, eh?" he asks.

“Not bad." I reply, before stepping in the field myself. The wheat reaches up to my belly, so I'm not too bothered by it as we walk through the field.

We go on our way at a relatively slow pace, and after we get out of this field, my companion looks exhausted. I ask him “are you okay there?"

“I-I'm doing great!" he says, immediately standing straight once again, trying to hide his fatigue.

“It's alright, Sylvain, I can tell that you're tired."

“A-as expected from the hero! I... used a lot of magic just to go through that field. I'm sorry."

“You should have asked me, then. I have a perfect solution to that, you know?"

“R-really? What is it!?" he asks, the spark in his eyes rekindled instantly.

I close my eyes and picture Sylvain in my mind. This wee little rabbit druid, hopping around and brandishing his magic stick. I imagine him, standing right next to me, growing and gaining an inch. I open my eyes and stare at him with a grin on my face. Just as I expected, my power starts taking effect and I see the bunny grow ever so slightly. Without closing my eyes, I picture him growing taller and taller, reaching up to my hips, chest, then passing me in height and growing to twice my height! He looks puzzled for a moment, when finally he realizes what's happening. In my imagination, though, I didn't account for his clothes, which were thus rapidly tightening around his frame. I feel a stir in my groin, and thankfully for me, he's too busy watching his own body to notice the tent in my trousers. His shirt rips around his torso, revealing his soft and fluffy white chest and making him let out an eep of surprise. As I see him trying to grab the rags before they fall on the ground, I decide it'd be best to spare his pants and thus picture his clothing keeping up with his body, though still picturing them tight around his legs. The bunny's growth resumes, though the fabric of his clothes grew along with him. I definitely notice a slight bulge in his pants, and focus on making it grow a bit faster than the rest of his body. Huffing, Sylvain looks at me, surprised to see that he's now eye level with my chin.

“That... that shouldn't be possible!" he says, “this sort of spell defies the laws of magic of our world, how did you do that?!"

Surprised by his statement, I step back slightly, “W-well, I... I don't know? I just did it without thinking about it..." What surprises me most is that he hasn't grown nearly as much as I had hoped, and while I'm a little disappointed, I'm still very happy about my magical prowess.

“By the Guardians Deities, this is amazing! I could actually keep up in a battle with a predator, like this!"

“Predators? Are there things that hunt you guys?"

“Unfortunately, yes. They're nasty monsters from the Abyss, though it's rare that they're big enough to rampage. There's also some species of us inhabitants of the world that are natural predators, and while they usually stick to eating feral animals, some others go rogue and they... well... they attack the more vulnerable species..."

I'm left speechless. There is so much of this world that I need to learn about, especially about sensitive matters like this one. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

“I-it's okay, hero! R-really! You're not from our world, you couldn't have known. Still, I'm very grateful for you giving me this advantage, even though I lost some clothing in the process. So, thank you very much, hero!"

I give him a reassuring smile, as I can easily see that he's still a little bit bitter, probably from talking about that. Something may have happened to people he knew, and that could be why he had this melancholic look earlier.

The two of us resume our adventure, but not before he readjusts the bulge in his pants while I'm staring. At this point, our epic journey is mostly walking through the meadows and the fields while talking to each other. I learn that he's twenty years old, that he's had a myriad of girlfriends and boyfriends in the past – something that's normal for bunnies, apparently. He also tells me that he's always wanted to explore the world and that was the reason why he studied alchemy and druidic arts; though his dream was cut short when he learned that nothing outside of the Springmeadows was safe for rodents. That possibly is the reason why he was so happy when I grew him taller, I may have rekindled his thirst for exploring the rest of the world.

After several more hours of walking, we finally reach the Everfall forest. The place is absolutely gorgeous, every single tree's foliage has colours that you would only see in autumn back on Earth, going from flamboyant reds to heart-warming yellows. The ground is littered with thousands of leaves, creating a most beautiful tapestry. It is truly a sight to behold.

As I turn towards Sylvain to share my amazement, I see he's frowning, and gripping his staff tightly. I ask, “Is something wrong?"

He turns to me, with distress visible on his face. He then looks down on the ground and says, “this forest... was the theatre of a terrible battle in a war long ago. In Rozentia, there's a legend that says the leaves have this colour because the trees are drinking from the blood of the fallen warrior." he explains, then taking a pause. “This is also the place where... misfits like I used to be go for a test of courage. We were about half a dozen, and... a rogue predator had taken refuge in this place. I..."

“This place is only pretty in appearance, huh?" I say, looking at the foliage.

“It used to be beautiful, and it still is, but... It attracts misfortune."

“Should we head back to the city?"

“No! We need to meet the Guardian Deity, and we need to have them give their blessing to you. I can't let my ghosts stop us, great hero, I am Rozentia's champion!"

I try to think of something to say. Nothing comes to mind. “I say we should rest for today, the sun will set soon, right?"

“B-but, the moons should shine bright enough to-“

“Aw maaan, I'm really tired. In my old world, I never got much exercise, the most I did was going from my computer to the fridge to get a pizza slice or something."

“Computer?" he says while staring at me, incredulous “Fridge? Pizza? Are those spells from your world?"

“Something like that. Anyways, my point is, I'm exhausted. Would it be okay if we took a break?"

He smiles at me and nods. “Of course, hero."

I summon with my power a tent big enough for the two of us for the night. As the sun sets, Sylvain lights up a campfire and prepares us a meal. We eat, talk some more and joke around.

As soon as the last piece of the sun disappears over the horizon, the bunny tells me “look at the Everfall forest, now. It should start anytime now."

“What should start?" I ask, curious.

“A mysterious event that is rumoured to be one of the world's most beautiful wonders." Sylvain explains, bringing one hand to his chest.

For a few minutes, I stare at the trees as the sky turns from orange to a dark blue. Stars and three moons are shining up there, casting their faint light upon the land around us. I look at the forest, wondering what this event could be. And then, I see it. A small blue halo lights up among the trees. Another one, a fiery orange one lights up from the carpet of leaves. And one more, a bright red from the foliage of a tree. Dozens more lights appear and start fluttering about, painting yet another most wonderful picture in my eyes. It's like a spectacle of lights and shadows. When the halos move up, they change colour from blue to red or yellow. When they move down from the foliage, they become blue again, before returning to fiery colours upon reaching the ground. I watch the hundreds of lights gently move around and change in tone based on their height, mesmerized by the beautiful natural show.

Most of the fireflies were slowly rising higher, flying towards the canopy of the trees, thus becoming red or yellow, and finally into the sky, turning back to their blue colours. All in all, the spectacle lasted for five minutes at most, but it was a sight to behold. For a couple minutes, I am left breathless, still processing the imagery.

As soon as the last light disappears in the sky, Sylvain breaks the silence “it's the 'flight of the restless'. They're the souls of the victims of the war, trying to fly to the moon so they can go to the afterlife. I wonder if... if they are here too."

I put a hand on his shoulders and say “I'm sure they've gone to the afterlife long ago. We should get some rest, now, Sylvain. Thank you for showing this to me, it was breathtaking."

He stands up and, in silence, goes in the tent. I follow him soon after, lie on the mattress and pull a blanket over me. I feel one hand slip underneath me, and another one caress me across the chest. Then, I feel his fluffy torso against my skin.

“D-do you mind?" he asks.

I flip on my side so I can hug him back and caress his head and ears, feeling his breath slow down as he drifts into sleep. I follow him soon after in the realm of dreams, thankful that he fell fast asleep so easily, or else he'd have felt my boner against his belly.

When I wake up, I am all alone on my bed and have a case of morning wood. For a moment, I wonder if everything that has happened was all a product of my imagination. I faintly remember having dreams about all the guys I've met over the course of the day. I distinctively remember resting in Sylvain's hand, barely the size of his finger, and then remember being put on top of the head of his monstrously huge cock. I feel bad for thinking about him like that, but I just can't help it, my hormones are just that powerful. I stretch my arms, legs, and stand up in the tent.

As I get outside, I am met with Sylvain, sitting in front of me. Even though he's sitting, he's taller than me – granted, a lot of it is due to his long and fluffy ears – which brings him to about seven feet tall in height. He's fully naked and I steal a glance at his junk, which looks like it's reaching to about eight inches even though it's flaccid. He's holding his now too small pants in front of himself, as if wondering how he could ever fit back in them. Did my dream do that? If it did, why didn't he get as big as in my dream?

“Oh, you're awake?" he says in a voice much deeper than yesterday, “I feel even better today, thanks to your spell! You grew me again, didn't you?"

I rub my eyes in disbelief and gawk at him. My morning wood definitely won't die down for a while, with the image of this large bunny man in front of me. As I stare down at his package, he turns towards me, putting it on full display.

“Y-you sure like to stare, heh?" he asks. I look up at him, with a blush forming on my cheeks, and he says, “I-I don't mind. I... I was just wondering what I should do with these, I don't think I can fit in them anymore..."

I consider shrinking him back down. Naaaah, who am I kidding, I picture his trousers gaining size, though definitely not enough to conceal his enticing package fully. This new spell also has the effect of making him grow a tiny bit down there, making him really large. Probably ten inches flaccid. With orange-sized balls. He seems to be enjoying it a lot, his cock is starting to rise up as it's pumping with blood. I need to stop thinking about that or I'll make him grow again, which wouldn't be that bad a thing in my opinion, but still. I can't stop staring at his erecting cock, even as he's standing up and putting on his pants. When the waistband reaches to his balls, he pulls on the cloth and tucks his white fluffy orbs inside; first the left, then the right, and he then pushes his fully hard foot-long dick inside his pants. The tent made by his erection and the two large bulges made by his balls are comically large on the skin-tight cloth. The two of us then set off to the Everfall forest to meet this Guardian Deity.

The trip is mostly silent, except for the crackle of the dry leaves on the ground. Sylvain is leading the way and is using his staff as a walking stick. Suddenly, he raises his arm in front of me and signals me to stop. I see his ears moving around, as if he heard something and was trying to track its source. Out of a shrub, a large feral wolf with a smokey aura jumps and leaps at me, fangs bared, salivating and growling.

“WATCH OUT!" Sylvain yells as he shoves me away.

I fall on the ground and try to look at him, when I see the wolf biting into his arm. He wincing from pain, but he manages to hit the creature hard enough on his head that it lets go of him. The shadowy monster circles around us, and Sylvain moves to stand between it and me. The champion tries to chant a spell, but the wolf immediately leaps once more with a speed much greater than earlier, surprising Sylvain, who fell heavily on the ground besides me. He's trying to push the wolf creature away while avoiding the bites and claws, but he's easily overpowered by the foe.

“Hero!" he manages to say, “RUN! The Temple is right ahead! You'll be safe once you're in there!"

“No way, I'm not letting you-“

“GO!" he yells at me. “NOW!"

The wolf bites deeply into his forearm and claws him on the face, tainting the bunny's pretty white fur with blood and saliva. I refuse to stand there and watch as my first friend in this world gives up his life to try to save me! I try to think of a way to save him, but anything I come up with would be way too dangerous for Sylvain too. And then, it hits me. I picture him... growing and completely overpowering the creature. Growing twice as big as the monster, thrice as big, ten times as big! I imagine the bunny as a macro, holding in his hand the foe, whose whole body is barely larger than my friend's hand. I picture the creature, tail between its legs and whining from pain, and-

Rrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip~

I look up to see Sylvain, whose whole body is slowly swelling larger. His previously skin tight trousers have ripped open, and he's now bare naked, fighting against the monster that looks confused about his growing opponent. The bunny musters his courage, gathers his newfound strength, and then kicks the creature up in the air before jumping back on his feet. He conjures a spell that makes giant roots erupt from the ground and completely imprison the monster high above the ground. Sylvain is shivering and huffing, I'm guessing is due to the sudden magic expenditure.

I picture him rising on his feet again as mana (and more inches) flow into him, and stare at him as he slowly regains his breath. He approaches the creature that is held up in the air, puts a hand over the root prison and chants an incantation. “You are not welcome upon this land, child of the Abyss. Return from whence you came, and never come back to our plane."

The wolf creature calms down, and his smoky body fades away until there is nothing but a tiny and gorgeous wolf puppy left in the root prison. Sylvain grabs the small guy and puts him down on the ground, where he scurries away in a nearby bush.

Sylvain then turns back to me and with a smile, he says “Thank you, great hero. I... I shouldn't have doubted you. It is thanks to you that this little fellow can return to his family, you have my gratitude."

I look up at the bunny, trying to ignore his dangling genitals that are right in front of my face now that he's twice my size.

He adds, “the creatures of the Abyss will always try to possess vulnerable beings to feed on their dark emotions, and try to appropriate their bodies to hunt other-“ he suddenly interrupts himself as he catches me staring at his cock. “Are you doing that to me because you want to help me, or because you like it?" he says, giggling.

“W-well, I pictured you growing enough to overpower him, so it was mostly to help you fight."

“I see. Thanks, I guess?"

I close my eyes and this time, I focus on the bunny's wounds, picturing them closing and healing. After I open my eyes, I see that he's staring at his forearm with his eyes wide open.

He throws himself on his knees and grabs me in a tight embrace, trapping my head against his chest. I can feel his breath, his fast heart rate, and... his cock pressing against my thighs.

“Thank you so much, great Hero!" he says, almost in tears.

I stay silent, running my hands through his fluffy chest fur. Excitement and arousal skyrocket in me, but before I lose myself, I break our embrace. “We should get going, shouldn't we?" I say, trying to hide my shyness.

He nods excitedly, and stands up. “Considering your reaction right now, I take that you grow me because you really like doing so, right?" he asks. He caught me off guard and I mutter something unintelligible, to which he replies “i-it's okay, I don't mind it, great hero. When we're done with saving the world, I'd love to get to know more about you and spend some time with you."

I try to hold back my excitement, almost failing at it. He grabs the remains of his pants and ties them around his waist in a way that allows him to hide most of his package. The two of us then resume our walk towards the temple.

We arrive at the temple of the Guardian Deity. It looks like a giant roman temple build with white stone, but... much larger. The building has to be at least 30 feet high, which is convenient considering how tall Sylvain is now. My bunny companion pushes the gates open and steps forward; I follow him inside. The interior is beautiful, with white columns lined up on either side of the building, with an unnaturally bright lighting that almost hurts my eyes. At the top of a three-step stairs, there is a large area covered by bed sheets and various sized pillows. Made from the same beautiful white stone as the rest of the building, a statue of a fox is seemingly sleeping on top of the bedding area.

“So..." I ask, “Where is the Guardian Deity?"

“I... I don't know?" Sylvain replies.

Something moves on the bedding, catching both of our eyes. The giant statue of the fox is moving, and the stone slowly becomes beautiful white fur. The large creature moves to the side of the bed, sits on its edge and stretches its arms. He's still wrapped in the white bed sheets, I can definitely see that it's a male even though he looks like a woman. His face has some very feminine and delicate features, he is thin and has wide hips, and the black around his eyes make it look like he's wearing eyeliner. Behind him, several tails start swaying in mesmerizing motions.

“Welcome to my home, sweethearts." the fox says.

Immediately, Sylvain gets on his knees and bows down. I kneel too, because I have no idea what else I should be doing at this moment.

“Champion, Archmagus, I have been waiting for you. I am Renxes, Guardian Deity of beauty and passion."

“It is an honour to meet you, Guardian Deity." The bunny says.

“What a lovely bunny you are." says the fox, smiling, “Honey, there is no need for such formalities, please call me Renxes."

“Lord Renxes," Sylvain says, “the world is facing a crisis. I am Sylvain, the Champion of Rozentia, and this man here is the Archmagus. We have come to-“

“You'd like my blessing, is that right?" the deity says, standing up, still wrapped in the bedding. It is at this moment that I realize how impressive the fox is; he's more than thrice my height!

“It is as you say." Sylvain says.

“Every long while, a champion and a hero come and disturb the monotonous calm of my home." the fox says, taking a step down the stairs, “each of these times, they have politely asked me for my blessing." he added, taking another step down, “and every time, I granted my powers upon them, so long as they cleared a small challenge." he says, taking the last step down. “It is more of a service, really, but this is merely pointless semantics. Are you up to the task, chosen ones?"

“I would do anything to save our world!" Sylvain says, rising his head and looking straight into Renxes' eyes.

I try so hard to not let my imagination run rampant. It's really hard, but for now, I manage to hold back.

“Very well. Let us begin, then." Renxes says, stepping closer to us. As he's approaching Sylvain, he looks at me and winks. “I'm counting on you to make this memorable, honey." As soon as he's standing less than a foot away from Sylvain, he gets on his knees and brings a hand under the bunny's chin, lifting his head up. With his other hand, he takes the bed sheets that lay over his shoulders and pulls on them. The cloth cascades down from over his body, leaving the fox fully bare, surprising both Sylvain and I.

Before the bunny can even ask anything, the fox lunges forward and seals his lips against Sylvain's into a deep and passionate kiss. He takes both of the champion's arms and guides them around his neck before he begins caressing the fluffy white chest of the rabbit, lowering his fingers more and more. I can see the pants-turned-loincloth of Sylvain rise up, and soon, the fox's fingers slip underneath the cloth to remove it. Renxes then brings both hands on the rabbit's shaft and start caressing it.

Just as I thought the good stuff was about to start, Sylvain grabs the fox' shoulders and pushes him back. “G-great Renxes!" the blushing bunny says.

Renxes lets go of the rabbit, visibly disappointed, and asks “Are you scared?"

Sylvain looks away and mutters “Not at all, but... what about the challenge?"

Renxes then stands up and turns away, showing his back to the both of us. “I used to be an ordinary mortal, like you, like the hero, like everyone in your village. Ever since the day I swore to the first Hero to protect these lands, I have been waiting here. Once in a long while, a threat rises and, to counter it, a new hero is called in our world. Last time I met someone was several decades ago. No matter how used you get to keep watch from this temple, centuries pass slowly and loneliness gets to you." he then looks back over his shoulder. “Champion sweetie, this is your challenge. I'd like you to satisfy my needs," he says, slowly turning back towards us, revealing his overfull fat sheath from which the pointy tip of his cock is showing.

“W-wait a minute," the confused bunny says, “I... I expected the challenge to be a battle, or a show of magical power. I don't mean no offense, but... sucking your dick is the last thing I thought I would have to do to impress you!"

“You're such a pure and innocent cutie, Champion. This is why I love you rodents. However, there is little misunderstanding here. I never asked you to blow me off, I asked you to please me."

“Uh... what?"

“Archmagus?" the fox says.

“Y-yes?" I reply, quickly withdrawing my hands from within my pants and hoping he didn't see that.

“I like my partners big." Renxes coos, winking to me, “and don't worry if your magic also happens to affect me. Don't hold back, show me your passion."

I nod and grin widely as I already start picturing what I want to happen next.

Sylvain stands up and asks “so... what exactly is it that you want me to do, great Guardian?"

Renxes steps closer to the comparatively small rabbit. He gets on his knees in front of Sylvain and grabs his junk, cupping the rodent's balls with one hand and wrapping his hand around the already half erect cock. He leans and pushes his muzzle against the bunny's chest, running his nose against one of the sensitive nipples. Sylvain lets out what sounds like a mix between a whine and a moan as he brings his hands to the fox' shoulders, gripping onto them. The kitsune then lowers his head very slowly as he starts moving his hand up and down on Sylvain's still hardening cock. As soon as his chin bumps into the mushroom-shaped head of the bunny's cock, the fox gives the tip a little kiss. He then licks his lips, and brings his snout in between the rabbit's balls, letting his tongue out and moving up in a large lapping motion from the very base of the cock up until the tip. Taking one ball in each hand, Renxes continues by bringing back down his snout and lick from the base to the tip once more, this time lapping the drop of pre that had formed.

I move right next to one of the pillars of the room and sit against it, hand in my underwear to properly enjoy the show of these two giants. While, of course, picturing them getting a “tiny" bit bigger.

Renxes wraps his mouth around the head of Sylvain's cock and starts suckling on it. He dives, pulls back, dives again, pulls back again, lets it go and lap it from the base to the tip before once more diving and pulling back. The fox is restless in his ministrations, much to Sylvain's and my enjoyment. The bunny's body pulses slightly as it grows; he gains a couple inches in height and one in cock length. The deity opens his eyes wide, as he now has to open his mouth slightly wider, but looks at me with a faint smile on the corner of his lips. He then lets go of Sylvain's fluffy orbs and puts one hand around the cock and one under the ball, touching neither, but hinting at them being much bigger. I happily oblige and start picturing Sylvain's package growing enough to fill the fox's hands. Several pulses start going through the bunny and with each of them, he moans, shivers, and his body grows bigger. Renxes keeps sucking on the dick, going up and down, letting it go to take a long lap before returning to it, surprised to find that the shaft had grown bigger in the meantime. Very pleased by the growth, the kitsune dives on the cock, making his snout bump against Sylvain's groin, and making a large bulge in his throat. At that moment, a surge of growth goes through the bunny, who gains almost a whole foot in height, and half of that in dick length. The bulge in Renxes' throat instantly swells as the shaft grows in width and in length, forcing its way down further. I can see the deity's happy smile as he gags around the large cock. He pulls back entirely, then brings both hands around it and stares at it, panting and tongue lolling out.

Sylvain is really getting into it now, bucking his hips slightly with every time that Renxes runs his hands around his dick or sucks on it. The kitsune runs his hands up the shaft and upon reaching the tip, he brings it to his mouth to take a long lap that ends up in him sealing his lips around the cockhead. I can see Sylvain shiver as the deity takes a long suckle on the tip of the dick, letting it go with a loud popping sound and moving his hands towards the base of the cock. The horny fox then goes back to it, lapping, slurping and suckling on the dick over and over again. He's really going at it like a hungry beast, making sure every inch has been lapped at least once. After one last long lap of the underside of the tool, he wraps his mouth around the cockhead, keeping his hands working the shaft while continuously suckling on the head. Every time his hands get near the tip of the cock, I can see the deity suckle on it ravenously as if he's trying to milk it, then swallowing. After gulping pre down several times, he dives on the cock every time he runs his hands towards the base of Sylvain's shaft. I can see that the god's own two foot erection is throbbing, shooting small ropes of pre between the bunny's legs. Sylvain brings his hands to Renxes' head, eyes closed and huffing.

I see Sylvain's body tense up as he cries of pleasure; he grabs the deity's head and locks him down on his cock. Renxes' throat is bulging a tiny bit more as cum flows into his oesophagus and down his gullet. His own knotted dick throbs powerfully and begins shooting ropes of cum that fly several feet away before splattering on the ground. Four jets are sent across the temple, and I watch as the two slowly let go of each other. Renxes brings one hand to his belly to pat it.

I must admit that while the show was incredibly hot, it was not good enough. Of course I did cum and my underwear is drenched, but that orgasm was underwhelming. With both of their increased virilities, I thought it'd be spectacular.

Renxes pulls back from the bunny's cock, which is still throbbing and shooting remnants of the orgasm. He brings both hands on the dick, squeezes it gently to draw out the last few droplets of cum before lapping them.

“How I've missed that. Thank you, champion, thank you, archmagus." the deity says.

“Does... does that mean that we pass?" Sylvain asks, huffing.

The fox rumbles in satisfaction. He stands up and grabs the bunny by the shoulders – point at which I realize that I've grown Sylvain to be the same height as Renxes – and leans to one of his ears, cooing “not yet, little bunny. That was amazing, but that wasn't enough."

“W-what? But I'm not sure I can go for any more than-“ Sylvain tries to protest.

“I'm sure you can, sweetheart, and I definitely want more, champion." the fox says, before turning towards me, “I'm sure the hero can do something about that, can't he?"

“You bet I can!" I almost shout out of excitement. Another round? Count me in!

Immediately, I picture Sylvain's balls grow and slosh with a fresh batch of cum. Almost instantly, the bunny's orbs drop slightly lower as they expand and start churning.

“See?" Renxes says seductively to the bunny, “the hero's got this covered."

A large gust of wind rises from the ground, lifting the bed sheets in the air before flying to the two giants. The fox then grabs Sylvain and make the two of them fall on the ground. The wind plus the drapes cushion their fall, with Renxes lying on top of the bunny. The deity then rises on his knees, holding his dick down to press against the champion's, rubbing the two shafts together. Seeing two giants rub their large cocks is a dream come true to me, and I can't wait to see what this lewd deity has in store for Sylvain. Renxes then lifts his butt high up, his tails all raised, grabs his own butt with one hand to spread his rear entrance open, and takes Sylvain's cock with the other hand to bring it to his ass. He then licks his lips and lowers himself on the large dick, forcing the whole head to slide inside him. As soon as it's inside, he pauses for a couple seconds during which he brings his hands on the bunny's chest, and then starts pushing back down. Sylvain is whining – probably from the pleasure and the tightness – and gripping on the sheets underneath himself. Huffing and panting, the fox begins his up and down motions, making his ass spread around the large shaft of the bunny while rubbing his partner's chest sensually.

I notice the deity is throwing a glance at me; he's definitely expecting me to do something. Obviously, I can't deny his silent request, and thus, I picture Sylvain growing. And Renxes growing too, because why not!

Both of them start undergoing through a continuous and synchronized growth. On top of this, though, I picture Sylvain's body pulsing, growing bigger with each pulse. Inches start piling up fast as the two grow not only in height, but also in arousal; the rabbit is bucking his hips and humping, and the kitsune is accelerating his up and down motions. Renxes had already taken half of the cock inside his ass and was working on pushing himself down further with every thrust of his partner, adding more inches in length, but also in width thanks to the growth. At one point, thanks to the growth of Sylvain's cock, a bulge starts protruding from his belly with every time he lowers himself on the dick. The bunny starts losing himself, judging by his moans, and he brings his hands around Renxes' hips to help the fox with the riding. Their rhythm accelerates yet again, both of them huffing harder as they approach their climaxes. I can see it, I can feel it, they're close.

An idea sparks in my mind. I picture a change going through the rabbit, one that cannot be seen. At least, not yet.

Renxes finally reaches all the way down on the cock, his belly now adorning a large cockhead-shaped protrusion. He then goes absolutely wild, moving up until almost a foot of Sylvain's cock has been removed from his ass before throwing himself down, sending his butt to slap against Sylvain's overfull balls, repeating this motion with an increasing magnitude every time. Every time he goes down, the bulge in his belly gets bigger, and the slap against the balls louder as I'm still making the bunny grow, especially more now that they're close to their orgasm.

Sylvain grips the fox' sides and locks him down, crying from pleasure as he reaches his climax. The first enormous rope of seed shot in the deity's body visibly distends the belly before spreading out evenly in the tummy. A second one is fired, and a third, and a fourth. More shots keep coming, every one of them making Renxes' belly inflate a tiny bit more. Eventually, overcome with pleasure, the fox is brought too to his orgasm and his cock starts shooting cum all over the bunny's chest and chin. Several more ropes of cum are fired over the bunny, all while more blasts of cum are shot in Renxes' ass. Cum starts splattering around the fox's butt as his belly reaches to the maximum of its capacity, already well rounded. As Renxes' climax starts fading, Sylvain's is still going strong. Now THAT's a real orgasm! More seed is fired over and over, filling the already well-cumflated fox even more. I can see the surprise in his eyes – though that may have been the intense pleasure too – as he grabs his belly to feel it swell. Even his neck is bulging; seed starts seeping through his lips and drips down on his white fur.

Eventually, I start feeling dizzy and thus stop trying to pour more size into them. I keep watching the two as Sylvain continues cumming thanks to my power. Seed starts pooling down around the two giants until it reaches to my shoes and soaks them. Little by little, the height of their orgasms start to fade away.

All three of us are panting, exhausted by the performance, or in my case, by the exciting show. Renxes lets himself fall forward to lie on top of Sylvain – as much as his cumflated belly allows him to – and the bunny is patting the fox' back, completely exhausted. I may have overdone things because of my horniness, but I don't regret anything. Sylvain is probably about 25 feet now, and I even grew Renxes to 20 feet. The bunny's huge dick is still deeply lodged in the fox' ass, and seed is slowly leaking and dripping down from the deity's lips and butt.

“I haven't had a session this intense since the second hero visited me." Renxes says with a smile.

“Do we pass the test, then?" I ask, even though it's more of a rhetorical question than anything else.

“With flying colours. Come on here, I will grant you my blessing."

I get up and approach them, my feet splashing in the puddles of vulpine cum while on the way. I'm so small compared to them that I can't look over Sylvain's chest even though he's lying on the ground on his back. The deity brings his finger to the pendant that the mouse gave me yesterday, and one of the gems – a deep blue one – lights up. Somehow, I can feel my power me grow stronger.

It seems that Sylvain has fallen asleep, completely drained by his orgasm. Renxes finally stands up, freeing his ass so more seed can escape it and flow down on the ground. He looks down at me with a serious expression on his face.

“Hero, there are pieces of information that you will need for your journey. First off, be careful when you meet other Guardian Deities, not all of them are like me. Second, you have to know that being a hero has grave implications, whether you save the world or fail at it."

“What kind of grave implications?"

“Should you ever lose your power, you will die. It is the only thing that allows you to live here. I believe I should also warn you that the hero's task is far more than just saving the world from any threat."

“I don't really follow you, Renxes, what do you mean?"

“There are things I can say and others I cannot. I'm afraid this is all I can tell you, Hero. You will have to figure out the rest during your journey."

I try to make sense of what he just told me, but I just can't. He points at a small area in a corner of the temple, and explains “this is a teleportation circle. Stepping in here will bring you to the next tribe where you will meet the next champion."

“What about Sylvain?"

“With his current size, he cannot go back home to Rozentia. I believe it would be best for him to stay here."

I smirk and say “it's just a scheme to keep him here so you two can fuck some more, isn't it?"

“It seems I have been exposed." Renxes says, giggling, “in all fairness, though, this is only a small part of the reason why I'd like him to stay here. Blessings do fade away with time, but having the champions stay here with me will allow me to keep powering up your talisman."

“Very well. I'm counting on you, Renxes. Thank you very much for everything."

“It is I who thank you, Hero. I wish you good luck in your journey."

I turn towards the teleportation circle, throwing a last glance at Sylvain. Even though we've only been together on this journey for less than two days, it saddens me to leave like that, without even a goodbye.

“No need to worry, Hero," the kitsune says, “you will meet him again."

“Don't tire him too much!" I say, before running into the magical circle.

A flash of light envelops me once again; the same as the one that brought me into this world. I wonder where I'll land and who I'll meet next.