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Odd Couple, by DragonMasterX.

Dawn opened a new day for the city. It was the start of summer, so the early hours were blessed with sunlight and bearable temperature. Not many people were out in the streets that early, save for the odd runner or public maintenance worker. However, even the most diligent health nut avoided the western part of town. Not by choice, but because it was corralled off by the military.

Barred from entrance by the common folk, the western part of the city was a soulless imitation of its eastern counterpart. Literally so as well, since the buildings on the west were featureless, uninhabited constructions made of special white plaster. Once one started scrutinizing details, the annexed part of town actually looked like a life-like copy of the eastern city. The only exception was there were no civilians in the former. Save for one.

The ground trembled under the heavy footfalls of a giant anthropomorphic fox. Ichigo was the only person in the western side of the city, and the faux delis and single story houses barely reached his waist. 30ft. tall, the semi-nude vulpine strode along the deserted streets with a flat expression on his face.

Bringing a paw up to his yawning muzzle, Ichigo dragged himself and his bushy tail through the white city. “For Pete’s sake, this is the most exhaustingly boring test yet!” the young fox exclaimed, throwing his arms up in frustration, “How do they expect me to stay awake when there’s so little to do here other than walk?”

“Please calm down, Guardian.” A voice reverberated in Ichigo’s ears. The giant’s right ear bent down and he reached up to scratch it, “We’ve told you multiple times before. Do not touch the communicator. It’s sturdy, but sensitive equipment to someone of your size.”

“I get it, I get it!” Ichigo froze with a sigh, bringing his paw up to stroke his long blue hair instead. “You don’t need to remind me every time I decide to feel my luxurious mane at a whim, y’know? Hmph.”

“…right.” The voice responded, short and swiftly. “Please make your way to point A17 while adapting ten extra feet of height. The next test is ready for you.”

“Only ten more?” Ichigo huffed, leaning onto one of the nearby fake apartments as he impatiently glared at the street as if he was looking at the person on the other side of the line.

“Yes. This is your first time being this big, and command wishes to test your upper limit with gradual increments. Now make your way to the checkpoint. This is being timed, you know.”

“What a pain!” The fox grumbled, stomping off towards the designated block. “Gradual isn’t what I’m about. I already grew three stories tall without any assistance. That should have been enough to give an impression already, but had you not so rudely interrupted me earlier, I’d be at least fifty… no, a hundred foot tall!”

“Yes. You were told to grow to 15ft. tall, Guardian. You are quite fortunate command did not order you sedated when you went over the limit. However, they see it fit for you to continue the tests. Aren’t you thankful?”

Balling his paws into fists, Ichigo stomped his feet like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “I have repeatedly told you there is no cause for concern!” he turned his nose up, his body starting to shudder all over. A sound similar to that of rubber stretching started filling the streets as Ichigo began to grow in every direction. With each step he took, he grew several inches taller at once. By the time he made it to the end of the street and turned to close in on his destination, the giant fox had already escalated to 40ft. tall.

“See?” Ichigo smirked, wiggling his hips as he stopped to pose in front of the reflection of one of the polished reflector walls they had installed on the buildings for evening tests. “Perfection! And not a single tear on my ultra-boxers either!”

“Yes. The ultra-elastic synthetic fiber apparel designed for your unique body appear to be taking an excellent deal of pressure without indices of strain. The boys at the lab will be happy to hear.”

“Darling, has anybody ever told you what a chore it is to hear every long-winded sentence coming out of your dull sounding mouth?” Ichigo rolled his eyes, continuing on his trek across the white city. “Call them ultra-boxers! That’s what they are! And girl I am working them like a super m-o-d-e-l!” he laughed, shaking his thick, curvy rump as he gained a playful gait towards his objective.

The only article of clothing truly keeping Ichigo decent was a pair of black spandex shorts with yellow accents. Form fitting and perfectly hugging the male’s wide hips, cushy rear and bulgy groin, the shorts had grown in equal proportion to its wearer.

“You are getting distracted again, Guardian,” the voice reminded Ichigo, who brought his right hand up to smack his fingers together while making mocking gestures. “I can see you doing that. There are cameras everywhere, as we’ve previously discussed.”

“Mmph. You should learn to have fun! What’s a little playfulness between assignments?” Ichigo insisted, standing on a large red circle which marked his goal. He rested his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow and glancing about. “Well, the dashing hero has arrived to the scene! Where is my test?”

“…change of plans. Wait for further instructions.”

“Change of… change of plans?” Ichigo repeated with an expression of concern. Usually tests were comprised of training exercises such as defending against weaponry or using the landscape as a way to gain an advantage. His employers had never hit him with any sort of indecisiveness before. “Hey, handler boy? What’s going on? Is this thing working?” he brought a pair of fingers to his ear. “Hello-oooh!”

“Please stop that. I never left.”

“Then you should have said something, jeez! What’s with the silent treatment anyway?” Ichigo grumbled. “You should be more considerate to your super-duper secret weapon!”

“It’s about that, actually. It seems today’s test is not going to happen in the camouflaged portion of the city.”

“Then might I inquire as to where, darling?” Ichigo asked, adding: “All this waiting putting my anxiety through the roof!”

“It seems like the top brass has authorized a supervised excursion to the city, Guardian.”

“Oh!” the huge fox perked up with a grin, “You mean I finally get to show everybody what a gorgeous specimen of a man I am? Wonderful!” Ichigo brought both arms skyward in euphoria, his excitement making him shudder all over. With a loud moan, the vulpine began to grow anew, easily overtaking one of the mid-sized buildings at 50ft. tall. He shot up ten feet taller so fast that the building behind him was tilted, pushed away by his swelling rump.

“Guardian, that was another unauthorized swelling. Please don’t make my job harder.”

“Oh!” Ichigo nervously laughed, realizing his unwitting growth spurt too late. In an attempt to distance himself from the building however, his wider hips clumsily knocked the edification to the side, bowling it over with his thick curves. “Whoops!”

Fortunately, the other buildings were spaced in that block, so even when the one fell, it crashed down on its own. A sigh came through the communicator. “Yes, he is now 50ft. tall. Let advertiser know,” Ichigo could hear the handler speak to someone else before directing his admonishments at the giant. “You are not making a very good impression on your supervisor. Perhaps you are not yet ready.”

“Aw, foo! It was just a little accident. I am more than capable of a little real action by now! Who’s going to be my supervisor anyway?” Ichigo asked, scratching behind his head.

“I am.”

Ichigo’s ears fell flat as he found himself letting out a grumble. “Of course you are.”

“What was that?”

“And away I go! I’m a fox on a mission! A Guardian on duty!” Ichigo fought to keep his excitement in check. It had been weeks since he had seen the actual city! The test site for his powers was quartered off by a half mile high wall which kept him boxed in and out of sight from the rest of the populated city. He made his way to the exit which had thick metallic double sliding doors waiting to be opened. “Please open the exit, darling!”

“I expect you to be on your best behavior, Guardian,” the handler advised, “You aren’t simply a defensive weapon for the threat. I should not need to remind you that you are going to be making an impact to the citizenry directly in proportion to your presentation.”

“I am most presentable!” Ichigo huffed, bringing his arms up while shrugging his shoulders, “I fail to see how my grandiose presence will not be making everyone’s lives more exciting!”

“Could it be, perhaps, because another giant has been making their lives hell for the past month?”

At the sarcastic rhetorical, Ichigo quieted down, folding his arms while tapping his foot. “Ah, that.”

“Yes, that. It is your entire reason for being here. I sincerely hope your narcissism and bloated sense of self-importance will not be getting in the way of the mission,” there was a light crackle followed by mechanical whirring as the giant doors began to slide inwards in opposite directions. Unfiltered sunbeams began to light the test site with natural warmth, shining all over the 50ft. tall, fluffy vulpine.

Ichigo flinched at first, having not been prepared for the morning sunlight. He had to shield his eyes with his arms, but the brisk early breeze coupled with the sun on his fur made him feel ready to begin the day anew. However, before he could take a step further, the handler continued slamming him with his briefing.

“Wait. Guardian, you are this city’s last hope for survival. As you know attacks by hostile can be devastating. Each and every attempt by our forces has been insufficient so far, failing to suppress it. And the nuclear option is to be avoided.”

“Yes! Yes. You’ve told me this all before,” Ichigo said, “Now quit being such a worrywart already. This is meant to be a wondrous occasion! I finally get to see all of my adoring fans out here. Doesn’t the monster attack once per month, anyway? It’s only been two weeks since the last one, hasn’t it?”

“Two weeks and three days,” the handler corrected, “The creature appears to wreak havoc like a swift storm and then disappears before we can follow it. Its presence does not trigger our alarms or sensors, so predicting its movements is difficult. And while your observations about its patterns are noted, this is nevertheless still a test. This is a simple publicity venture, so I must remind you. We are not in a picnic. Your unique ability might make us dependent on you, but that does not mean you get to do what you want. Is that clear?”

Ichigo summoned as much patience as he could and glanced up at the top of the archway as if he knew he was staring straight at one of the cameras. “Crystal, baby,” he smiled.

“…proceed.”

With the go ahead, Ichigo took his first step outside of the testing area. It had been so long since he had been outside! Ever since the military had found out about his “gift” and unilaterally enrolled him into their anti-monster Guardian project, Ichigo hadn’t been able to interact with anything from his previous life. The long days spent alone and treated like a freak had worn his patience down, while at the same time the high expectations simply dropped on his shoulders had only managed to drive his anxiety to the roof.

To cope with so much stress, he had assured himself of his importance. Every day he trained, his confidence grew with his maximum size, and now even though he was so exposed he couldn’t imagine being shy. He simply had to show off! “All these poor people have been able to see is a supersized insect once a month, and it’s such a hideous beast!” Ichigo thought, “It’s time I show them what a good-looking giant is like!”

Yet, the city was quiet as a hiding mouse. Ichigo had lost track of time, but he was aware it was still early based on the direction of the sunlight. He huffed, folding his arms. “Well, this isn’t the glamorous welcome mat I had been expecting! Where is everybody? Ahem!” he reached up for his right ear, but before his digits could even touch a strand of fur, the handler’s voice intercepted.

“Those willing to participate in the event have been summoned to Avery Park a klick south of your position. They have been informed of your size, but are still likely on edge from last month’s attack. You are to put the population’s worries to rest. Take care not to ruin public opinion, Guardian.”

“Excuse me, dear. I don’t speak grunt. A click, you say?” Ichigo inquired, unfamiliar with military lingo.

“…it’s a little more than half a mile to your right.”

“Fabulous! Now, Avery Park, get ready for a show!” the fox gingerly stretched, making his way down to the meeting place.

There was obviously no welcoming mat. Unlike what Ichigo had been picturing, the citizens had been grouped up for something resembling a casual assembly rather than a spectacle.

Avery Park shared the city’s name. It spanned two blocks of beautifully trimmed grass and the bare minimum paved road for heavier transit and cyclists. A single patch of shrubbery split both blocks of the park, and Ichigo and his audience were to meet on the side in front of city hall.

The 50ft. tall giant’s appearance was heralded by the ground rumbling under the weight of his hefty footsteps. The event’s participants were gathered together, and as Ichigo popped in to say hi, the crowd went from silent contemplation to a long-seated gasp of wonder.

It was easy for a normal person to feel uneasy at the sight of so many people in one place directing their gazes full of expectation to them. With the amount of confidence surging in his massive body, however, Ichigo felt more than at home with the crowd’s undivided attention. And to immediately break the ice, the macro fox put a paw to his chest and took a small bow, “Greetings and salutations, my lovelies!”

Ichigo’s ears perked up at the sound of whispers and mutterings. He had them now. He could already hear their discussions about him talking so clearly. Just a small albeit played up greeting could have such an impact when one was so tall. The women, in specific, seemed to be infatuated with his physique.

Although Ichigo couldn’t say his powers had let him become the hunk of a man he saw himself as, his body wasn’t hard on the eyes. His build was lean and appropriate for someone of his species, with muscle tone apparent in his arms and legs.

The blue highlights in his tail tip, feet, shins, forearms, chest fur and chin goatee complemented his soft brown coat. With wide hips and a plush behind, the ultra-boxers he was wearing managed to hug his plump bottom while at the same time subtly bringing attention away from his bulge. He had to be decent in public, after all.

Of course, even if Ichigo wasn’t a Hercules, anybody at his size was many times more impressive than a run-off-the-mill bodybuilder. And it showed in the admiring gazes he was receiving!

It felt like he didn’t need to speak any further to empower himself with their lovely, quiet worship. The giant fox was so excited by the wordlessly warm reception it was all he could do to keep his urges in check. Because he knew he could be much bigger for them.

“How are you gonna do it?!” a voice snapped the enraptured Ichigo back to reality, making him briefly stammer.

“Ahem, excuse me! Could you ask again…? Um… Yes, you there!” Ichigo curled his right arm back while daintily pointing downwards with a grin. He felt so giddy, addressing the common people below him like a superior.

“How are you gonna protect us, Guardian?” the voice belonged to a young giraffe currently filming Ichigo with his smartphone. Even if he fell short next to someone like Ichigo, the guy stuck out in the crowd. “Are you gonna fight?”

“Haha! Don’t worry your pretty little heads!” Ichigo beamed with confidence, “I have been training for the sole purpose of defeating this pesky little nuisance, everybody!” he brought his other arm up with a smirk, curling his biceps as a display of strength. There were a number of oohs and aahs that made the fox’s muzzle curl into a pleased grin.

A worried, mature wolfess spoke next, “But the beast… it’s much bigger than you are. Not even a dozen tanks could stop it! What chance do you even…?” but before the woman could finish, Ichigo interjected by thrusting his palm forwards.

“It’s just as I said, lovely madam! Worrying this much will only manage to ruin that beautiful complexion on your face!” Ichigo flashed a handsome smile at the public, “Hehe! But I simply must thank you! Your questions have given moi,” he said while flamboyantly pressing his digits to his chest fur, “The perfect opportunity to show rather than tell!”

To the curiosity elicited on the now confused crowd, Ichigo simply winked. He stretched and closed his eyes, starting to focus on drawing even more energy from within.

“What do you think you’re doing, Guardian…?” the handler’s tone was accusative. “There was no authorization for…”

With a restrained huff of pleasure, Ichigo cut his supervisor off: “Winning the crowd, baby!”

What the crowd before Ichigo saw next was both an unsettling and amazing sight at once. Before their very eyes, the giant fox started to turn into even more of a titan. His clenched fists and tensed up muscles indicated it was a strenuous process, but he didn’t seem to be in pain as he grew. Quite the opposite, the enlarging vulpine appeared pleased with himself.

Ichigo swelled bigger and bigger, bones popping and muscles creaking as his mass increased with every passing moment. He grew past 60ft. tall in mere seconds, and continued his ascent unabated. With a big gulp of air, Ichigo invigorated his lungs and he breathed out with a gasp of pure delight. He could feel every part of him flooding with power as he grew and grew. But what really got him pumped was to imagine the surprised eyes of all those witnessing his glorious expansion.

Even though there was more than enough distance between the now 70ft. tall fox and the populace, the latter cautiously backed away on instinct. Some darted off without word, shocked and scared beyond by the blowing up giant. The Guardian was such a sight to behold!

Rocky grinding became the audio that saturated the streets as Ichigo’s footpaws slid across the pavement, his ever increasing weight making the surface protest. Small but continuously multiplying fissures started spider-webbing out from under his soles as he pushed skywards with uncontested resolve.

To the 80ft. and rising Ichigo, growth wasn’t enough on its own. It was the spectacle and the admiration he craved. The physical sensations wrought by the changes were enough to feed his gluttony for pleasure, but the spice of knowing he was being observed as he became even greater made his expansion a delicacy of a dish for his soul.

“Stop it!” a voice attempted to tear through the haze of lust clouding Ichigo’s mind, failing to rouse his attention and, by extension, disassemble his focus. The fox grew bigger and bigger still, already starting to dwarf city hall behind him.

“Mmmm! This is it!” the 90ft. tall giant laughed, stretching his arms and curling them in a powerful flex as he began to shade a good portion of Avery Park with his looming, statuesque dimensions.

“Guardian, you will stop or so help me, you will be brought back by force!” this time it was a heated shout. The voice of the handler was loud and clear, puncturing Ichigo’s cloud and bringing his head back to earth.

When the fox finally caught himself, he was a little over 100ft. tall, having doubled his size since meeting the people of the city as a giant. The handler’s shout had made him open one eye, ears splaying down as he realized he had overdone what he had meant as a small demonstration.

“Oh dear.” The enormous giant brought a finger to his lips, opening both eyes wide as he leaned forwards to inspect the remaining crowd of people who now looked even smaller as a result of his growth spurt. “Ahem!” he cleared his throat, ears standing back up again as he took upon a more dignified stance. “To answer your question…” he offered his most charming grin, wink, and finished with a V-shape finger gesture, “…a big chance!”

There was a span of five seconds that seemed to last five painful hours where not a single sound could be heard in the park. And yet Ichigo maintained his confident pose.

“What was that?” the handler grumbled from the other side of the line, “You scared no less than a dozen people away with that crazy stunt! You are here to calm them down, Guardian, not make you mistrust them!”

“So, I was a little more extravagant than I planned,” Ichigo softly spoke through clenched teeth, trying his best to maintain his friendly pose at the staring masses. Eventually, the crowd erupted in a wild roar of cheers and celebratory confetti tossing. The occasional colored balloon also flew off alongside camera flashes taking pictures from every conceivable angle.

“See?” the fox smirked, as if he could see the mission handler’s confused look for himself. “My public adores a good show! Oh darlings…!” he waved down, tail swishing left and right, “This is my best side! Mwah!” he blew a kiss while posing his profile at them, giving the crowd a good look at the side of his butt and his bounding bulge. Ichigo was too absorbed by the attention of the public, but that package between his legs had become a little bigger in proportion than at his previous size.

Nonetheless, the mission to spread goodwill continued on unhindered. Avery City seemed to have found its savior, albeit a very unconventional one. As news spread of the giant’s benevolent nature, more and more citizens started to come out to witness the furred marvel by themselves, filling the streets with more cheers and the wonder only a festival could bring.

To Ichigo, this was all he had been wanting and more. The heart-warming cries of adulation and the almost smothering craving for his attention were intoxicating. He had become a literally massive hit with the city. It didn’t matter where he went or what he did, people adored his confident gait and felt endeared by his clumsiness. They had been told, after all, that all expenses and damages caused by the Guardian would be reimbursed by the organization backing the project.

This made the handler a lot more strict than usual. But Ichigo didn’t care. He lived for the flashes of the camera. It turned him on. He was becoming aroused by all the attention, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to walk around with his increasingly swelling member so precariously entrapped by the fabric of his giant boxers. Soon enough the giant was drowning in so much attention he simply could not direct his gaze to every source of joy caused by his mere presence. Anxiety returned as a simple question: “What if they can’t see me because of those buildings there?” and his answer was obvious.

“Hmm… you little dears are making me feel so welcome! But I’m not sure I’m reaching everybody just now…!” Ichigo waved down with both palms; the size difference between he and his public so great that the 100ft. tall fox couldn’t tell many at this point were single-mindedly aiming at his throbbing junk trapped within his boxers. “I know just how to fix that! So, do me a favor and get back!” he pleaded with the public, starting to close his blue eyes again in order to focus. The shouts from his communication’s device were like white noise being drowned out by the spectacle-hungry population below.

The citizens had to scramble like insects fleeing from Ichigo’s feet as he began to grow bigger again. This time, the fox had set his sights on passing the tallest building next to him. And then the tallest building he could immediately see. Growing several feet per pulse, his body increased in size in no time, pushing his limits to even greater height.

“Mmm! Just what the doctor ordered…!” he playfully remarked, taking a few heavy steps forwards amidst the streets as he grew and grew. At 120ft. tall, some of the office buildings down the lane barely reached his thighs and he felt his ass wedging between constructions he had been able to slip through only moments before. Ichigo felt great. He felt a bit too great, perhaps, because with every step the jostling bulge at his groin seemed to be making it difficult for his boxers to keep up with his uneven expansion.

The bigger the fox became, the more his arousal climbed with him. Coupled with the fact his genitals seemed to be inflating at a considerably faster pace than the rest of him, Ichigo’s special underwear seemed to be fighting a losing battle against their intended “true one size fits all” purpose.

With the loudness generated by the giant’s growth spurt, neither Ichigo nor his observers could pick up the noise the ultra-fabric was making as it was stretched beyond its adaptability. The fox wasn’t helping matters either, putting his 150ft. tall and enlarging self on various suggestive poses to spice the show up. He simply couldn’t restrain himself any more. His concealed member was fattening up so exceedingly fast that the tightness around his groin only managed to excite him further.

It all came to a head at the 170ft. mark, when Ichigo decided to kick up one of his long, slender legs like a can-can dancer. He was beaming at the sky, arms flourishing as he shouted: “Admire me…!” at the same time a loud snap happened below his waist. He was definitely going to be admired, but for an unexpected reason.

Loudly being shredded apart by Ichigo’s surging equipment, his macro boxers came apart like gift wrapping in Christmas morning. The allegedly super flexible fabric’s elasticity had finally reached its limits at the front, a hole being torn open as the giant’s manhood spilled forth.

“Ah!” the fox gasped. Chilly morning air stroked his exposing meat as it sprang out like a floppy Jack-in-the-box. “Oh my.” Ichigo directed his gaze downwards, feeling his bigger member hit his furry legs all the way next to his knees. “This is much more… substantial than I remember it!” He nervously laughed at first, feeling self-conscious at the unexpected development. He could feel all those prying eyes stuck on his giant penis, and yet even though Ichigo started out with a frown, it quickly began to turn into a smile. And then he shut his eyes in pain.

The fox groaned, feeling the fabric still tugging at and squeezing his bundled up testicles with an almost pitiful yet commendable amount of effort. “S-soo tiiiight…!” he whimpered, feeling his balls bloat out until the remaining front piece of boxers gave up at the cusp.

“Aaaaaah!” A sigh of utter relief left the fox as his fluffy gonads finally broke free of their ultra-spandex prison. He was so relieved that his pose slacked, his ears splayed, eyes narrowed and Ichigo was left with his tongue lolling out in exhaustion. With a big smile on his face, the fox rumbled and finished growing with one more surge of size, putting him at just over 200ft. tall.

“…broke... synthetic… apparel…?!” the handler’s characteristically monotonous tone seemed to have broken, as well as his transmission.

Immediately there was a frown on Ichigo’s face. “Ugh, I can barely hear you, honey. You will have to speak up!” the fox rolled his eyes, regaining his balance while giving himself a once over. Turning his hips up to the side, he glanced back at his ass, frowning at the remains of his boxers still stubbornly clinging to his ample behind. “Perhaps I need to cut back on pizza…” he grumbled to himself, removing the boxers as if he was peeling off wet tissue before discarding them on the streets like super-sized trash.

“I said…” the handler continued, their voice now clearer, “I can’t believe you broke the ultra-elastic synthetic fiber apparel! You are an indecent Guardian now!”

The giant looked around him. While there were those who had been left speechless by his spontaneous although inevitable nudity, the fans who had been following him in his tour of the city only seemed that much more eager to snap pictures and cheer him on. He smirked, resting his paws on his sides. “I think they prefer me indecent. And I’m inclined to agree with public opinion, darling. Au naturel suits this gorgeous body much better, don’t you think?” Ichigo wiggled his hips left and right making his half-hard member smack his thighs, basking in his freedom from censorship.

“I can’t believe HQ is authorizing this…” the handler muttered.

“What was that? I told you to speak up!” Ichigo giggled as he stretched, preparing to resume his walk in the nude. No reply came back for him though.

There were people swooning down below, but Ichigo couldn’t see them. He simply continued his parade, waving at his fans while leaving behind deeper footprints than before. Ichigo’s most recent growth spurt had made him heavy enough to leave lasting indentations on the pavement, but the residents seemed to be so used to being terrorized that having a jolly giant crushing their roads instead let them focus on his perceived benevolence.

The truth was that Ichigo was getting high on the size difference between him and the rest of the city. With every hefty step he took in whatever direction pleased him at the time, he felt the city rumble. He glanced back every so often just to take a gander at the indentations left on the buildings his hips smacked against or that his ass had gotten wedged against. He even took a moment to admire the footprints on the streets, leaving his mark on the city as the biggest fox who had ever walked its blocks!

“Oh no,” the handler said.

And his ever present admirers! They made him even more eager to show off. And now that he had lost any and all reservations about streaking, he was getting off on putting his manhood on display. He had never been one to lack for endowments, but he was definitely more hung now than he had ever been.

“No no no no…!” the voice in Ichigo’s communicator was sounding distressed.

The deviant titan flashed his rod at the crowds down below. He held it up for them, giving it a few strokes, just lewdly moaning into the air as the shaft continued to harden. At full mast, that obscenely huge cock wasn’t any shorter than the length between his shoulder and wrists. “I think we all know what this means, boys and girls! It’s time to rename that old fashioned phrase to “hung like a fox”, if you catch my drift!” he laughed heartily, striking a pose while squeezing his dong in front of one of the mirror coated apartment buildings.

The handler raised their voice even louder, “You have to stop! Stop what you’re doing now…! Do you hear me, Guardian?!”

Ichigo was getting horny. All that growing, the worship and stroking his own meat had made him granite hard. His dick was throbbing madly, and he had no partner to take care of it. At first he debated with himself. “Should I do this, right now…?” he whimsically smirked to himself, lazily beginning to masturbate. “They are my fans. They do deserve a proper show…!” he grinned, finding no reason to hold back at this juncture. He decided to use both hands, since his cock too big even for himself.

But as the giant began to turn to the side to face the most exposed crowd, sunlight began to fade. Brightness was replaced by a large shadow. “Hmph. This lighting is horrible! Not very cooperative, are you mister…” he paused, deciding to shoot a glare skyward, “…cloud?” Ichigo’s voice cracked up at the end, his eyes starting to widen in shock.

“It’s here!” the handler announced, sharing in Ichigo’s shock as the latter realized there was something much, much bigger than his 200ft. tall self right in front of him.

The fox was completely stunned by the sight above. Looming over him as if he was the dwarf, the creature before him resembled a gigantic insectoid standing on four slender, long limbs. The pair at the back were connected to its narrow midsection from where a chunky abdomen sprouted backwards; easily the size of a building on its own.

The other two legs supporting the new giant shot down from higher above in its body, freeing a third pair of legs that came out of its shoulders like arms. Opaque wings massive enough to triple the creature’s width were the sole cause of Ichigo not being able to see the Sun anymore.

Its wriggly purple feelers were gently being rocked by the breeze, soft yet firmly rooted like underwater algae. Ichigo could see the monster was covered in some sort of fluff of lilac coloring while a short crest of darker, almost purple color descended from the back of its head all the way down to the tip of its abdomen.

The incredibly huge beast had suddenly landed in Avery City.

Beady eyes with black sclera seemed to be entirely fixated on the smaller giant. And Ichigo had no response to it. In fact, the entire city, once uproar of cheer and celebration, had gone completely and utterly mute. The fox could hardly believe his own eyes. All he could do was mutter up into the air: “I thought you said it was 300ft. tall at orientation, darling…?”

“This is unprecedented…!” the handler said, “Our observations for the past seven months show no indication of its size varying! You stand no chance as you are right now!”

“You are telling me!” Ichigo replied with a wry smile, shyly taking a step backwards in order to put some distance between he and the moth-like beast.

The monster’s feelers stopped moving suddenly as it skittered forwards, leaning its head down and staring at Ichigo with unblinking eyes. The fox’s ears and tail stood up in shock, a nervous smile appearing on his face.

“Guh-Greetings…?” the vulpine said, raising a hand to meekly wave at the fellow giant.

“Hello.” It responded.

“Ahh, good day to you…!” Ichigo began to laugh a little, trying to battle out his fear so hard he nearly missed the fact he had received a reply. After a short pause, he stared out for a moment before slacking forwards with a surprised expression. “Wait. You can talk?!”

“Of course I can,” it said, its small looking mouth quickly opening and closing with each word it spoke, “What gave you the idea I couldn’t?” the gargantuan moth raised an eyebrow at the smaller fox.

Ichigo was about to reply, raising a finger with every intention to rebuke that he didn’t expect a supersized, scary insect to be capable of intelligent thought. And then he remembered the moth was easily four times his own size, swallowing his words and dropping his hand with another nervous grin.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “Of course, dear. How silly of me! Ah, y-you must simply forgive me. I have never before been in the presence of someone as… uh… positively large as you!”

“That is true for me, too,” the creature leaned its body left and right, apparently examining Ichigo from different angles. The way it always reset to its initial position before leaning in a different way was unnerving to the fox, who couldn’t do much else than just stand there. He had to be as inoffensive as possible. “You are interesting to me.”

“Ahaha, a-am I now?” the fox laughed, trying to sound pleased by the revelation. But the truth was if he wasn’t scared before, he was seriously feeling terrified now. Every building looked small to him, so they must’ve seemed insignificant to that monster moth. If it really wanted to, it could just squish him or eat him without any difficulty!

The only thing Ichigo could figure out was to keep stalling in order to find a way out of his jam. But he felt too nervous to use his charms! He had to keep the conversation going without heading down the path of asking why it found him interesting; the potential answers swirling in his head did not have any happy endings so far. Finally, he resolved to start off simple in order to work up his courage. “Ahh, I did not catch your name. My name is Ichigo! What is yours…?”

“Mojira,” it said.

Ichigo forced a smile, but he was internally screaming. The conversation wasn’t going anywhere without him asking questions and all the beast was doing was scanning those upsettingly dark eyes all over his body! “F-fuh-fellow of few words, are you? Haha…” he trembled, making the insect stop. The fox could hear glass shattering in his head, his heart sinking. Had he blown it already? He didn’t want to die young!

The creature finally blinked once. Cocking its head to the side after a pause, Mojira stated “I female,” with a matter-of-fact tone.

“Ah…?” Ichigo’s left commissure curled incredulously as his eyes twitched. Before he worsened matters, he quickly shook his head and brought a hand to the back of his head, laughing. “O-oh of course! Of course! How uncouth of me to gloss over that detail, madam! Again, I-I am just not used to… ahem… you see… erm…”

“No believe?” Mojira seemed to produce a sigh of disappointment. “Hold.”

Ichigo was shaking to his very core. What had he done this time? “N-no, wait! I’m sorry!” he wanted to shout, but his tongue got tied into a knot when he saw Mojira shift her bulk and lower one of her upper legs to a nearby building. The tip of her upper right leg closed around the tip of the building like some sort of claw, and with near effortless grip removed the roof right off.

Screams of terror could be heard from within the building, growing in volume as Mojira pushed her leg down and pulled out a group of civilians from the edifice.

Ichigo froze in place when, right before he could make any sort of intervention, the giant monster proceeded to shove the fistful of terrorized civilians up her mouth with a heavy gulp.

“Mmm…” Mojira closed her eyes, apparently savoring the snack of squirming victims before she swallowed them all.

“Oh… oh dear…” muttered a distraught Ichigo. Had he caused this by messing up conversation? He had just lost so many civilians in but a moment! The fox wasn’t sure if this was covered by the insurance.

Mojira returned to her default position looming over Ichigo, but something seemed different as she spoke once more. “Just a second,” her voice had gained definition in tone. It was significantly more treble now, with the high pitch of a young woman. This surprised Ichigo, who immediately brought his eyes to meet Mojira’s whereas before he had been so eager to break visual contact at all costs. That was when he saw something incredible happen.

The moth began to physically change. First, her neck grew to a more traditionally humanoid proportioned length, giving clear space between her head and her shoulders. Mojira closed her eyes and chittered a bit, the rest of her body warming up as a result of the transformation. All six of her legs began to shudder and pulse.

Ichigo saw her middle set of legs start to slide up along her torso, nestling a fair distance below the upper ones. The upper legs shifted proportions, going from long and slender to shorter and meatier arms. Three-hooked claws morphed into hands at the end of each new arm. Meanwhile, the remaining pair of legs bulked up even more, retaining their length while their feet-claws remained largely the same.

Mojira’s midsection was next. Her insectoid abdomen began to shift up, melding with her torso which began to take upon the appearance of a soft, fluffy belly. From there, the leftover tip of her bug abdomen behind her began to grow out in length, producing a thick tail above her burgeoning curves.

Now that she had proper hips, Mojira began to experience her meaty legs flaring up at the top as her thighs and gluts plumped out to deliciously round dimensions. The girth of her lower body grew and grew until her hips were just a tad wider than her shoulders, giving her an incredibly feminine figure.

The fox being loomed on couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. His jaw almost hit the floor when Mojira began to moan as bumps appeared on her chest. From the insect’s bosom, a pair of fluffy mounds grew out like a pair of inflating balloons. Supporting herself with her lower arms, she brought her upper hands to grab her head as she tried to resist the pleasure her emerging breasts were bringing her. Those perilously huge tits simply kept growing and growing, getting closer and closer to the ground thanks to her lying down position. Inevitably, each orb grew even larger than her own head and began to smoosh down against the pavement like the supersized fluffy wrecking balls they had become.

Those large moth wings began to close, folding against Mojira’s back to the point of concealment. In the end, what used to be an intimidating monster bug now had taken an anthropomorphic shape; an extremely curvaceous, still intimidatingly huge shape.

And now Ichigo was the one with a monstrous hard on. He couldn’t deny the fact he still was wary, but his arousal was winning. He saw Mojira reopen those mesmerizing black pearls that were her eyes. She squished the part of the city under her with her breasts even more as she brought all four hands down got her face almost within breathing distance of him.

“Is this better, Ichigo?” she asked, her eyelids a quarter of the way lifted over her eyes, a playful and sensual smile on her face. Mojira’s cheeks appeared to gain color as she pulled her face back in a bashful manner. It seemed like her sentence articulation had improved on top of her voice clearing up.

“I-believe-you-yes.” The fox spoke as rapidly as he repetitively nodded at Mojira. “That was… quite the show, Mojira!” he calmed down enough to say, although the incessant throbbing of his needy cock hardly gave him the gentlemanly angle he had been going for. There was something about the name that quite didn’t fit the fluffy-looking giantess, too. But he wasn’t sure he should push that button just yet.

Mojira didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she appeared flustered, her whole demeanor having changed with her appearance. “Thank you,” she said. “As I was telling you, you are interesting to me.”

“Uh I… really? I mean,” Ichigo straightened his pose, feeling his ego stroked now that such an attractive female had complimented him. His demeanor finally recuperated. “Naturally, baby!” he exclaimed with small pose. “I’m the biggest stud you’ll find in town! Ahem you…” he paused, relaxing again. “Am I to take it you’re on the hunt for a partner?”

Mojira appeared unimpressed, but all the same responded in earnest. “Yes. I wish for a mate.”

Ichigo almost lost his balance, having expected a bit of swooning at the very least. “Y-you’re so forward…” he nervously laughed. Something came to mind. “Is that why you kept coming here every month?”

“No. Their loud noise bothers me,” Mojira spitefully glared down at the city below her. “They built their refinery on top of my favorite forest, too.”

“Ahh! Ahaha… I-I see…” Ichigo blushed, suddenly feeling a bit guilty about having applied to be an Avery City resident. “B-but you’re not about to lose your temper and destroy it all, are you?” he asked with a sheepish grin. Mojira turned back to him with a cute smile.

The giant moth girl paused, pushed herself up to her knees and began to stand up. The way she said very little or nothing at all sometimes made Ichigo really consider choosing to flee. On the other hand, her apparent interest on him roused his curiosity like no other thing. What were the odds of him having ended getting hit on by the monster he had been sent to fight, anyway?

Ichigo gulped, his ears splaying against his skull as he watched Mojira rise up to her full height. It seemed like she had gotten cramped from lying down so much. Her new curves began to wobble obscenely as she stretched. His dick bounced in approval. But the fox still couldn’t ignore the fact she was no less than five times his size. The way that giantess loomed over him made him shiver, yet the goofy grin in his face never left. He was both horny and afraid.

Mojira seemed pleased with herself at how the smaller giant couldn’t keep his eyes off her humanoid body, resting her lower hands on her wide hips. She reached down with one of her upper arms, basically scooping Ichigo off the city ground as she took a seat on a pair of tall buildings behind her. Crossing a leg over another, the moth’s thick tail snaked around the offices to constrict them in such a way they could provide support for her under the ludicrous weight of her fat, round ass.

Ichigo gulped, clinging onto her fingers when he felt himself leave the ground. The ease with which she was manhandling him like a toy made him shiver all over, but it also excited him. Before he knew it, the fox found himself being deposited on the plush lap of the moth girl, her thighs so plump they squeezed together nicely. Now being eye level with Mojira’s impressive rack, he couldn’t do much else but face plant against them.

The giantess giggled at the unexpected bout of affection she started to receive. She chittered and squeaked when Ichigo’s eager hands began to eagerly cup and fondle her insurmountably heavy tits. Mojira could feel his fingers sinking against the soft flesh of her breasts, the digits being devoured into lilac fluff and even deeper thanks to the pliable mammary contexture. “Mmm! What an eager little thing you are, Ichigo.”

“Mmmpphhh blllph!” the muffled response coming from Mojira’s cleavage hardly counted as an intelligible sound. Ichigo’s nuzzling had quickly turned into full-on motor-boating of those incredible pair of boobs.

“I haven’t even told you about my intentions… oomph!” the top heavy insect closed her eyes, enjoying the attention to her sensitive pair.

“Mmmph, mmmbwah!” Ichigo took a moment to reemerge from that cavernous cleavage, his fur ruffled and his tongue panting out. “I thought you had implied those, my dear Mojira!” he chuckled. But then he stopped. His mind went back to her name again. Something about it felt stiff, unnecessarily formal; cold, even! In the end, Ichigo gave pause to his thoughts in order to address his concerns. “I do hope you don’t find this offensive, but would you be opposed to me giving you… uhm…” he stumbled upon himself, realizing his hands were still on those giant tits when he was about to make a request. He put his arms behind him and gave Mojira a sheepish grin.

She, however, didn’t seem very bothered. Mojira’s unblinking eyes were set on the fox again. Ichigo would have preferred her helping him out by asking, but she was patiently waiting for him to finish.

Closing an eye with a grin, he managed to push the words out, “You’re a very charming lady. May I call you Moji from now on?” he requested, “I feel like Moji suits you better!”

Mojira cocked her head to the side again, apparently confused. “Would that make you happy?” At Ichigo’s nodding, she returned the gesture, nodding her head once. Moji it was.

“You won’t regret it! It’s such a cute name for an adorable lady!” Ichigo celebrated, pumping a hand up, “So, Moji…” he brought up another smirk. “Would you not like to enjoy each other’s company now?” he asked with a friendly wink up. With physical contact renewing his libido’s arousal, the fox had completely lost his inhibitions. And with familiarity established, Ichigo felt like he had a better grip on the situation at hand.

Moji put a hand to her cheek, appearing flustered once again. She was fiddling with her lower hands’ fingers, wiggling in place with the sound of the buildings under her butt groaning in protest. The moth wished to begin, of course, but something was on her mind. And that aside, she was also very much curious about the fox. “Yes, but first…”

While Ichigo was still on her lap, Moji began to push him up against her breasts until he slid up against her cleavage, essentially trapping him between her breasts. Moji helped him climb with her lower hands pushing him up until she could see his exposed genitals again. Quietly, Moji stared at Ichigo’s penis and testicles again, seemingly mesmerized by their shape and size.

Ichigo didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, this was exactly the same situation he had been not too long ago with Moji’s monstrous form looming over him. On the other, this was the first time in his life he could say he was sitting atop breasts. “Is… something wrong?”

“Maybe,” Moji simply said, reaching down with one of her upper fingers until the tip, relatively enormous to Ichigo, prodded him on the crotch. The fox winched a little at first, but the pressure soon was alleviated when Moji immediately pulled back. “Feels good?”

“Y-yes?” Ichigo moaned a little at getting prodded again, this time the tip of that digit very gently rolling his nuts over without actually hurting him. He began to pant hotly, his hardon turning into a raging erection. She seemed to be curiously examining him! Touching him below his junk, above, from the sides; satisfying a raving need to toy with his dick. “S-something wrong with my… oh God…” he gasped, feeling himself spurt some pre over her fingers, “…genitals?”

Bringing her finger up, Moji closely examined the minor wetness at the tip. Her mouth opened and Ichigo could have sworn he saw her tongue flick out to taste his pre, but he didn’t get a good look. Clearly, she seemed to be evaluating him, and doing it in a very sexy way too! “How do I put this? You don’t seem adequate in size at the moment. Could you perhaps…” she pushed her chest up, smothering Ichigo into her massive bosom, “…fix that issue?”

“Oof!” Ichigo spent another bundle of seconds simply enjoying those heavenly cushions, needing to use both arms to pull himself away, “R-right! But of course!” he smiled, closing his eyes to begin his expansion anew. However, his body seemed to fail to respond. He furrowed his brow, seeming to be taking a much longer time to begin growing unlike before. “S-something’s wrong,” he muttered, popping an eye open to glance upside at the expectant moth girl, who meekly waved down at him from above. Ichigo let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m… uh… I’m afraid I might have reached my limit for the day, dear.”

“Is that so?” Moji sounded disappointed, “With the way you were growing earlier, I imagined you had a lot more in you!”

Ichigo grinned with unease, ears splaying back. “Ahaha… you saw that,” he had been right at home with the crowd cheering him on before, but somehow, being reminded of his earlier display made Ichigo think he had been excessively gaudy. Especially now that he couldn’t perform in the way they had been expecting him to!

Moji held him up by the waist with her lower hands, tapping her cheek with a free pair of fingers in deep thought. In the end, the thousands of feet tall moth brought him close to her smiling face. “I think I know how to help you. After all, you must be so pent up it must be making you lose focus!”

“Pent up? I…” Ichigo let out a flustered sigh, feeling like he was under a magnifying glass all of a sudden. The truth was, his dick was still a turgid pillar of angry red flesh, throbbing and needy. Moji seemed particularly aware of this fact with the way her lighter-colored pupils seemed laser focused on his sex. He didn’t have to think for too long before he got her meaning.

At her size, Moji was sure her partner was going to be lacking for intercourse. But he was still so captivatingly well-endowed that she found his length perfect for oral. Without any more words exchanged, Moji put her lower palms up to give Ichigo a comfortable seat to lie back against while her upper hand fingers eased his legs into spreading to give her access to that huge cock.

Her mouth hole opened, her face leaning down until it stopped mere feet away from the musky rod. A thin proboscis-styled tongue made its way out, giving Ichigo a good scare until the organ began to stretch and twist around his length like rope. Moji was pleased with her partner’s moans as her tongue spiraled downwards all the way to the base of the shaft.

“O-oh, oh God…” the fox shivered all over, the strange but welcome sensation of that particularly flexible tongue melting the edge right off. His twitching dick was now under proverbial reins as Moji squeezed his rock hard member, pulling and pushing on it with incredibly dexterity. With every cycle of squeezing, Ichigo could feel his balls swelling as they churned their load.

Ichigo’s moans filled the city. He had stopped paying attention to whatever was being said into the communicator lodged in his ear, but not even warning sirens or a bomb would be able to distract him from the bliss he was feeling. It wasn’t long before the tip of his pecker began spurting out pre-seminal fluid, sticky clear white goop which bubbled up at the glans covered by Moji’s flexible proboscis.

Her head was heading down lower and lower. The experience was driving the male giant nuts and he groaned when Moji’s mouth hole expanded to allow her tongue to pull his dick in. Warmth suddenly enveloped Ichigo’s penis at the same time it disappeared from view.

All he could see was the top of Moji’s head and those ever-present dark insect eyes staring at him. Yet with the way she was treating him, that same gaze which had unnerved him until now was convincing Ichigo she was genuinely looking out for his enjoyment. The idea that this monster of a woman was so concerned for him brought elation to his heart, and he immediately wished to repay her kindness.

That was why Ichigo took a more active role once Moji started properly sucking him off. The pace was right for him, but he wanted to put his hands on her. He pressed his palms against her cheeks, harmlessly gripping for support before he started rocking his hips. Moji made her mouth vibrate pleasantly as she giggled inwards, but Ichigo didn’t relent. He pressed his ass against her palms and thrust up, forcing his cock in with impact.

Moji felt a wet hit at the back of her throat, his pre-jizz flying off from the rough movement. With Ichigo so eagerly humping himself against her mouth, Moji didn’t even need to bob her head up and down. She ended resting her left cheek on her knuckles as she giddily observed the fox fuck her mouth, her tail wagging left and right from curiosity. He was so eager and relentless that all Moji had to do was just swallow down. Yet his thrusts were starting to pick up in rhythm and frequency, as well as strength.

The slack in Moji’s position soon was replaced by surprise when she realized her little lover was looking bigger on her palms. She had been so absorbed in watching his energetic humping that she had failed to realize Ichigo was finally growing again. He was already fifty feet taller than before, and as his size increased so too did the intensity of his mouth humping.

It didn’t take long for Moji to need to get her hands gripping the growing fox’s waist, as he quickly became too big to keep in her palms. She was soon using all four hands to keep him aloft as he passed 400ft. tall. Then 500, then 600… he was already more than half her size! And that huge dick of his was starting to take up a lot of room inside of Moji’s mouth.

“Nnghhh… getting close…!” announced the horny male, who was so busy fucking the giant moth’s mouth that he was the one in the dark about his own growth. With eyes tightly shut and teeth clenched, all Ichigo could feel was the heat burning from his loins as well as the slick noise coming from down below. Smack, whap, shloop! He was getting close, and also big enough for Moji to have difficulty holding him in.

When Ichigo brought himself over the edge, Moji uncoiled her tongue. Her hands simply helped him stay standing up as he reached over 900ft. tall, just shy of her own size! With her sitting down, Moji was practically deep-throating him! She felt it when he finally let out a drawn out growl and began spurting semen in large quantities, the back splash giving her mouth enough fox seed to comically bloat out her cheeks while the rest was forced down her esophagus.

The fox roared out in sheer bliss, his expansion grinding to a halt as Moji was forced to drink his load. He had never gone beyond the usual limit for average productivity, but with his resized genitals, Ichigo was more than tripling the typical output. Inevitably, the sheer amount of pent up seed was far too much and Moji ended spitting him out. Ichigo stumbled backwards as his dick was ejected not just from Moji pushing, but also the high-pressure torrent pushing out of his titanic cock.

Moji was gasping for air, lapping up the fox cum dripping down her cheeks after the expulsion of Ichigo’s cock ended up drenching her face in the sticky white substance. That ejaculating cock seemed out of control, and Ichigo had to tame his own rod by squeezing the shaft with both hands to keep it still! In the end, this caused the giant penis to finish spurting out into the air, inevitably showering the immediate area in musky spunk.

The first four blocks around them looked like someone had dropped a gargantuan bowl of fresh batter next to it. Ichigo’s semen was everywhere: Trees, streetlights, cars, the road, buildings; those balls had unloaded quite nicely.

Left panting, Ichigo finally let go of his half-hard cock, the insanely big length bending down against his knees once again. Moji could see how his hands twitched, cum dripping off his fingertips. She looked around at the semen coated buildings and inhaled that powerful musk now saturating the air. The moth girl felt a tingle in her loins she hadn’t for the longest time.

“That was…” Ichigo was still panting, “…amazing. You’ll have to forgive my overabundance of… enthusiasm, Moji!” the fox laughed, finally depositing his bubbly rear against one of the larger buildings that only came up to his thighs by now. “And you were right!” he continued, “You really did help me catch my second wind! I’m a new fox now!”

The moth hopped off her own pair of buildings, which pathetically crumbled the second they were left alone. Moji sauntered over to Ichigo, her breasts wobbling in front of his face as she leaned forwards to grab his head. She rested two other hands on his knees and the final one on his right shoulder as she toyed with his fluffy ears, inadvertently crushing the now miniature communications device of the ignored handler. “Do you think you have a third wind in there, somewhere, perhaps?” she cooed.

Ichigo had fallen silent at the woman’s seductive wiles. He had only just finished cumming, and yet his dick was already twitching and growing hard again. His tail wagged behind him, legs spreading involuntarily. “I… I suppose I could humor you, my dear. I couldn’t call myself a proper gentleman was I to leave you… unattended!”

“Thank you, Ichigo.” Moji ruffled his head and brought an index finger up to scratch under his chin. “I haven’t been with a male for a long time. I don’t want to wait another minute.” With those bold words, Ichigo saw his lover turn around, leaving him silently whimpering at the lack of those chin-scratches.

The gait with which she carried her noticeably feminine form really put emphasis on her wide hips. Each step clearly made Moji’s plump buttocks bounce and jiggle, and the next step that followed would always cause the rebound to make those fat gluts clash and clap gratuitously. It was enough to make the fox bite his lower lip and send his fingers twitching with mad desire.

When Moji finally seemed to have found a good spot, she went down on her knees. Ichigo’s eyes were so absorbed by the way she bent down that he couldn’t see how she was looming over the area which included city hall and Avery Park. The mission as Guardian had all but disappeared in the farthest reaches of Ichigo’s booty-overloaded brain.

Whereas the giantess’ knees flattened two shops on opposite street blocks, Moji’s gargantuan tits collided with a two by three block matrix as she leaned down. She stretched her long legs back, lifting her tail and glancing back at the speechless Ichigo while resting her upper arms over her monstrous chest. To entice him further, her lower hands reached back to grope and fondle her buttocks.

Ichigo was already on his feet and stomping forwards. He couldn’t believe he was ignoring the fact he had more than doubled his size. Things were moving so fast that he couldn’t tell whether he was more turned on by the potential of giant sex or the fact he had beaten his records so thoroughly. The city shook with every long stride of his legs, his rock-hard, renewed erection jumping up and down with fresh pre-seed raining everywhere. He stopped next to his new lover and immediately dropped to his knees.

“I want you inside of me, Ichigo,” Moji said as she looked away, hiding her blushing cheeks. She was needy, but she was also aware of the vulnerable position she was in. With her tail raised and her hands spreading her ass cheeks, her womanhood was exposed. A dark purple slit vertically accentuating a swollen muff.

Ichigo wanted to say he wanted this too, at least a romantically inclined line as a contribution to the mood. But just opening his muzzle sent a waterfall of drool cascading out. As he leaned forwards and put his hands on those thick ass cheeks, and Moji put her own hands away, Ichigo got a good look of that inviting sex. The smell of her exposed lady parts was both sweet and pungent, a nostril-penetrating scent proverbially burning on his sense of smell. He had to have her.

Without a word, Ichigo slid each hand down to the side of her butt for a grip. He gave Moji’s thick ass a good squeeze, eliciting cute moans from the insect in front of him. Taking hold of his turgid organ with his right hand, the fox pushed it down until the tip was pressing against the entrance to Moji’s temple. “Nnnhh!” she hissed, her whole body shivering in anticipation.

Straight away Ichigo felt an uncommon level of heat radiating from Moji’s pussy. It was just enough for him to notice it without harmfully burning his flesh. He could see a soft pink vapor rising from her sexual juices which looked like natural oils, similar to those used to perfume baths. He now understood why her scent was so overpowering!

Despite his reservations about how unique that cunt was, the fox was very eager for coitus. Ichigo could hardly keep his dick in place from how hard it was twitching; as if it hadn’t finished ejaculating only a minute prior! He shifted his hips, hissing himself as he felt the glans being caressed by those wet folds. With a groan, he began to push forwards.

Ichigo and Moji’s toes began to curl. The fox’s girth was considerable even with the light size difference. Its length meant it was definitely going to be a gradual full insertion. He inserted the first fifty feet with care, which was difficult given how eager he was. Moji couldn’t help but glance back as she pressed her palms down at her sides, crushing down more offices whose shambles she sank her fingers into.

To the giant fox, this was quite the adventurous ordeal. With every dozen feet he advanced into Moji’s vagina, he could feel the uniqueness to it wasn’t merely exterior. Whereas the usual vaginal tunnel his penis was used to was a tight yet smooth passage, Moji’s felt like an accommodating tube with adaptable surface. It seemed to stretch like a rubber-band, easing penetration while at the same time, like a rubber-band, snapping around his dick like it refused to let go. Yet instead of constrictive pain, Ichigo could feel something beside his shaft and her hotbox moving.

Something between Moji’s vaginal walls and his rod ensured his penetration felt especially cushioned. All Ichigo could think about, and he did not believe in what his mental image was conjuring, was that it felt like hundreds of microscopic tongues were giving his penis a cleansing licking. The soft omnidirectional scrubbing was a peculiar, strange type of pleasure which made him uneasy but he could definitely get used to.

He closed his eyes when he was halfway in, starting to arch back as his hips worked his meat further inside. Both of his hands tightly gripped her wide hips, keeping himself steady even through the mind-blowing sensations. Moji could feel all one hundred and fifty feet of fox dick and counting inside of her. She glanced back with cheeks going from soft lilac to purple, letting out soft moans as she also allowed pleasure to wash her over.

And then, unable to hold himself to the same, considerate pacing anymore, Ichigo went for a rougher pelvic thrust. In one fell swoop, the remaining hundred feet disappeared into Moji who screamed out in bliss. “Aaaaaahhh…!” she craned her neck back, mouth hole widely open as she squeezed her own tits to heighten the pleasure. Immediately she began squirting more of that sweet scented oil all over Ichigo’s fluffy balls, further intoxicating him with her arousal.

“Mmnngh! It’s tight…!” the fox remarked through clenched teeth. He pulled back about a third of the way before he couldn’t resist the urge any longer and reinserted, making Moji moan again. He came back so hard that even his fat nuts slapped the back of her thighs.

She gyrated her hips slightly, cocking them upwards before bouncing her ass down on him, wanting to encourage his heavier thrusts to continue.

He responded in kind, removing himself partway only to come back in full force. Their moans soon filled the city as well as the smell of their combined arousal. But that wasn’t it all. Ichigo’s entire body was shuddering, warming up and gradually expanding in size; and this time Moji’s own body was taking a cue as well.

With every pelvic thrust, the giants grew dozens of feet taller. They were so engrossed in their lovemaking that it flew over their heads how easily their colossal bodies were starting to turn Avery City into their love bed. In just under a minute, they fucked themselves several hundred feet past a thousand, and this only seemed to be the start.

Their feet, legs and knees slid across the increasingly smaller city blocks, razing roads and constructions alike into deep-seated strips of dirt and debris. Moji’s titanic rack simply pancaked everything ahead under her huge breasts. By the time they had gained a harmonious humping rhythm, they already had doubled their size and simply refused to stop.

“You feel amazing…!” Ichigo managed to grunt out, having difficulty to even speak his ideas when his tongue was lolling out of his maw. He was rutting Moji as if this was his last day on Earth. With every thrust, his balls smacked her legs and made her squirt a little more juice. The increased moistness further aided in the already easy penetration, enabling Ichigo to pump himself in and out of her like a potent jackhammer.

“Y-you do too…! Oh, it’s been sooo loooong…!” the lilac insect yelped, panting out while still fondling herself. Her new mate was so eager and giving! Moji felt like she could simply lie down limp and Ichigo would take care of it all. But she wanted to give back to him too, doing her best to twist her hips and match his humping. She could already feel her womb getting full of precum which that supersized fox dick wouldn’t quit spurting inside of her.

“Getting close. So close!” Ichigo was gripping his fingers on Moji’s hips so hard he was surprised she wasn’t complaining. But he still didn’t have enough! So instead of remaining on his knees he slid his hands across to her waist and took hold of her tits while he properly mounted her.

“Ohhh, Ichigo…!” Moji cried out as the fox began to play with her huge boobs. Even with her having grown close to over half a mile tall already, Ichigo had managed to keep up and this made his hands great at making her feel those squeezes. His mouth closed around her neck fluff, biting and sucking with ferocious snarling. His humping became so frenzied as well! Had she not been as strong and resilient as she was, Moji would have actually been hurt. But all she could feel was the pleasure of that dominant vulpine taking charge of bringing them to sexual climax.

When they came, they did so together. He quit biting and roared out at the same time as he pulled back to deliver the final smash. Fresh, hot jizz poured against Moji’s cervix before the load got pushed out with significantly more pressure, pushing straight into the female’s uterus. Moji’s whole body went rigid for a moment before she started vibrating all over. This only caused Ichigo’s ejaculating dick to be further stimulated through his orgasm, lengthening the period he blew his second load through.

And as if that height of bliss had served as a trigger, the couple began to explode in size. All of a sudden they had passed a mile, before they doubled in size and then tripled it! Avery City became buried under Moji’s curvy body, her knees and their feet. Most of the area was completely and utterly smothered under those giant moth tits. And yet for how incredible that growth spurt had been, the gargantuan pair of titans stopped suddenly.

Ichigo was exhausted, taking heavy gulps of air, drool escaping the corner of his mouth and down the tip of his hanging tongue. Moji was in a similar situation, as they had both gone their hardest at it. When he finally began to kneel down again to pull out, it finally dawned upon Ichigo that there were no buildings to be seen. In fact, he could see the mountain range miles away from Avery City pretty close now. “…what the?!” he exclaimed, having been half-way out of Moji which caused him to stumble backwards and fall back first on the ground. What was a clumsy thud for Ichigo was actually an earthquake 7.0 on the Richter scale.

“I-Ichigo?” Moji felt the vibration along the ground, still laboriously breathing from her own exhaustion. She looked back, flipping onto her side. Her pussy was still drooling that viscous looking mix between their sexual juices. “Did you hurt yourself?”

The fox held his head with one hand while helping himself up on his butt with the other. Sitting down, Ichigo’s mind took a while to properly adjust to the new perspective. Everything was so minuscule. A simple glance down let him see Avery City as some sort of Lego-sized city diorama, or what was left of it, next to Moji’s gargantuan mammaries. His heart skipped a beat. “I’m fine. But more importantly…! Moji, look at how huge we are! We must’ve grown while we were uhm…”

“Doing it like rabbits?” the moth quipped in, making even Ichigo blush.

“Y-yes…”

She caught herself in her own phrasing and closed her eyes, covering her eyelids with her feelers. Ichigo couldn’t suppress a snort followed by a chuckle.

“Th-that’s fine, dear! Uh, that was quite the apt description. Ahem… I can be quite… er, passionate! But returning to the matter at hand…” Ichigo gestured with both of his arms, “We are simply colossal! I didn’t think I had it in me to grow this large.”

“I know,” Moji popped a feeler back up as she opened an eye, “I knew you were special when I saw you growing like that, earlier. I didn’t think I was going to be able to find a macro as capable as you. And now I’m sure. I want to be with you.”

“Y-you do, huh?” Ichigo laughed, having again found himself at a loss for words. The way she sat up kneeling with all four hands joining together made her look adorable in spite of her bountiful curves. She looked so earnest it didn’t seem like there was any shred of possibility she might be lying to him about her situation. In fact, Ichigo felt a little sad that she had been spending so much time alone until he showed up. With how pent up she had been, it was no wonder she had been so cranky and belligerent, attacking a city which had moved into her turf no less!

“And I want to show you all I can do for you, too,” the moth smiled, crawling towards him on all six limbs. She took hold of Ichigo’s once more half-hard member, completely and utterly messy with leftover spunk and her slippery sexual oils. “I want to be happy together.”

“Ah…!” the fox moaned, his dick throbbing in response to touch. Ichigo’s heart was still racing from all the sexual activity in such short notice, yet he wasn’t rejecting Moji. He thought it strange how energized he felt even after having exhausted himself only moments ago. His virility seemed to have tripled alongside the immensity of his cock.

Glancing down, Ichigo’s muzzle wasn’t that far away from the tip of his penis. It had grown so long that once Moji started stroking him off, it quickly pulsed bigger and bigger until it was fully hard again. And now he could appreciate the sheer size of that meat. The potent musk emanating from its veiny surface quickly overtook that odd mixture between sweet and tangy covering the shaft. He really was eager for more, even now.

And yet, even with Moji so eager to please him, Ichigo couldn’t help but feel like he was overly imposing himself. He wanted to put that twitching dick somewhere, but he also wanted to give Moji something else. Something out of the ordinary like the surprise he got when he felt her astoundingly comfortable pussy welcome him in for the first time.

The closer that giant moth got, however, the more Ichigo’s eyes magnetized to her jostling jugs. She was two-handing his slimy gargantuan pecker and making him moan in delight. But soon enough he saw her lower hands go down to cup his supersized family jewels. Had he been a lad of average height, those nuts wouldn’t be any smaller than actual tangerines. Ichigo froze up every time her fingers daintily circled around the surface of his fluffy scrotum before pressing down. She stimulated him with little fondles here and there, making sure to keep the giant on edge with molestation.

Ichigo, however, wasn’t very difficult to please at this point. His junk was awfully receptive of touch after having cum twice already. In fact, his cock was so overstimulated that his balls swelled and erupted with a generous glob of pre that splashed him on the face.

“Oh!” Moji covered her mouth with one of the hands that was on Ichigo’s dick, her feelers jumping in surprise. Focus and finesse had gone out the window with Moji after the incredible pounding she had received. She hadn’t bothered to properly look at the firing angle. She was trying not to giggle at how fox cum dripped off Ichigo’s hair.

“V-very amusing, dear…” huffed Ichigo, who rinsed his hair with a squeeze of his hand, although he couldn’t stay mad. It was actually funny how he had become so ludicrously hung he could cum in his own face like that.

“Are you alright?” Moji asked, straining to avoid laughing. But the truth was, she couldn’t stop staring at his soaked fur, or how that massive dick had coated him so easily. It was amusing, sure, but it also aroused her. The silly idea made her blush in embarrassment, hoping Ichigo wouldn’t find out.

“Didn’t get any in my eyes. I’ll live,” he joked.

However, the fox was very keen on observing Moji’s mannerisms. She was too honest for her own good, and it was clear from the way her meaty thighs rubbed together that she had liked what she saw way more than she was bothering to communicate. Ichigo seemed to have found the ticket he had been hoping for.

Instead of outright saying it and shaming Moji, Ichigo decided to be more proactive about it. He sat up a bit, prompting Moji to scoot back a ways. She rapidly blinked in surprise as his right hand gently shoved hers aside, freeing the monstrous dick before he seized control of it again.

Flashing a confident smirk, Ichigo leaned his muzzle down and surprised Moji when he placed a kiss on the very tip of his bubbling glans. The fox grumbled a little as he closed his lips over the urethra, starting to nurse off his own tip while muffling his moans.

Moji’s lilac fur was turning all dark and purplish now. She couldn’t believe what her potential mate was doing, and yet it was all she had wanted him to do ever since she saw his face soaked in his own pre-jizz. The act took her by such a storm she couldn’t stop herself from squeezing his balls in reflex.

Ichigo’s eyes bulged out in shock, but his moan of pain was very short lived as his body jerked forwards and caused him to stuff his mouth with a good deal of that cock. Moji realized far too late what she had done and put her hands away, letting Ichigo’s breathe and relax while his eyes rolled up in relief.

“I’m so sorry!” Moji frantically bowed apologetically, holding both her upper and lower hands out clapped together as if in prayer. “Ichigo, are you hurt?”

The truth was his nuts were far too heavy and big to actually suffer any lasting damage. However, Ichigo now had renewed respect for Moji’s insect strength and made a mental note to never, ever upset her again. At least not with her hands so close to his gonads. With his face stuffed with dick, he couldn’t put her mind at ease with a quick phrase, so instead he gave her a shaky thumbs-up and practiced his best dick-sucking smile.

“I-I’m so relieved. You caught me by surprise!” the moth leaned forwards again, making her breasts bounce again. The sight of those jiggly fluffy twins was all Ichigo needed to regain his lust. Moji continued, “Please don’t think I was trying to harm you. Let me try again. I’ll… help!” she said with a serious expression.

Again, Ichigo had no proper way of speaking. He was too embarrassed to admit his dick was so far inside his mouth he was having difficulties pushing it back out with the way his neck was craned down on it.

Before he could find a way to express himself, however, Moji’s upper hands went down on his thighs and she very gently folded her fingers under his scrotum, pulling those huge balls up until she could cup them on her palms.

Ichigo felt a pleasant sensation coursing through his testicles as Moji molested him with the relative care one needs to handle porcelain. Suddenly, not only had the lingering discomfort vanished, but an arousing tingle running up Ichigo’s spine was making his toes curl and his body shiver. Now that he was experiencing bliss again, the fact he had his own dick stuck in his mouth didn’t bother him so much.

In fact, the fox very quickly came to accept his own taste as extravagant. Ichigo’s tongue didn’t have a lot of maneuverability thanks to the excessive amount of dong he had pushed inside, but it was just enough to let him wriggle it around the organ in order to taste it. The remainder of his and Moji’s cum from earlier still felt fresh and he could appreciate the two different textures opening his world up to a new form for pleasure: auto-fellatio.

Moji couldn’t have been any happier. With Ichigo resting his hands back and leaving his balls in her care, she could see him focusing on the sucking part. The moth’s eyes narrowed, her own body shivering at such an alluring display of eroticism. Her feelers twitched with every little musky fume that flew their way.

She seemed to be sharing in his pleasure each time she heard him moan. And she very quickly made that link physical with her free pair of hands. As she continued to massage his swelling nuts, Moji’s lower right hand gradually slid down over her stomach, her fingers finding their way to her oozing cunt.

Horny from watching Ichigo suck himself off, Moji began to moan as she captured her bulb between her knuckles and started to squeeze it as she teased her folds with two fingertips. Her remaining hand grabbed one of her mounds, scratching fluff out of the way in order to find her nipples for additional fun.

Ichigo was overwhelming himself. He produced so much pre that he could hardly count on his inexperience to let him swallow the flooding spurts. It became worse and worse with time, as it seemed his excitement had bolstered his already high rate of production.

After having come so frequently, his reserves being emptied again and again, his nuts had started working overtime to meet demand. However, this instantly meant the supply continued to grow with Ichigo’s enthusiasm. Soon enough, his balls began to bloat out from the exacerbated production! From the tiniest crevices between his dick and muzzle, drizzles escaped and rained down. He couldn’t contain himself, and yet he continued to work his lips on that fat shaft.

Inevitably, he gained enough traction and oral moisture to achieve movement. But instead of retreating like he had been concerned about never being able to only moments before, Ichigo pulled back only a small fraction of distance away before he shoved himself back down. Like that, he began to bob his head up and down, quickly picking up on how he loved to receive head.

It didn’t take long for Moji to begin having trouble properly holding his fattening orbs. At first they had grown to fill her palms, but they did not stop. Her eyes widened with the way his testicles swelled bigger than her own head, their weight giving her hands difficulty in balancing them. Soon enough her hands were pressed down into the ground by Ichigo’s tremendous balls.

Whereas Ichigo’s legs got pushed to the sides in order for his overwhelmingly supersized testes to occupy the space they required, Moji ended up meeting his giant balls with her tits, lying up against them. Her mate’s sperm tanks had become gargantuan!

And Moji couldn’t have been happier, watching the massive balled fox go to town on himself. She moaned out loud and without reservation, squirting juices out all over her fingers as she observed him. Yet no matter how excited she got, the moth’s upper hands continued to massage him with a fully focused, caring grip, easing him towards his next orgasm.

When Ichigo finally came yet again, he growled into his own dick, but the sounds were completely muffled by the rush of cum blasting his throat. He came so hard his balls swelled out and pushed Moji’s hands away. And Ichigo tried to swallow his monstrous load, shoving his hands onto his hard shaft in hopes of keeping the saddle on.

Moji witnessed the struggle with barely bated breath, eyes unblinking as ever and leaning forwards as if she had been watching the biggest plot twist of a ground-breaking novel on TV. It wasn’t merely Ichigo wrestling with his own junk that turned her on; the dozens of lakes’ worth of jizz he surely had been consuming were making him grow again. And he already was getting bigger than her. And then much bigger than her; he was stretching taller and taller past ten miles tall.

His humongous balls were threatening to squish Moji as the countryside began to disappear under his butt and gonads. Not wanting to be left behind, Moji redoubled her masturbatory efforts by adding her other two hands. Her vagina and breasts got twice as many hands to tend to her sexual ministrations, and soon enough she was also enjoying renewed sexual release, which facilitated her own growth.

The giants grew and grew, their shadows starting to cast over neighboring cities that could do nothing but watch as the two perverts got themselves off.

Ichigo swelled with every flood of fox cum he forced himself to swallow. Try as she might, Moji was keeping herself relevantly big but he was simply overtaking her at every flaring spurt. He was already 15 miles tall when he finally managed to pop that ejaculating dick out of his mouth, causing a veritable creamy deluge to rain down from the heavens like musky divine punishment. “Gaah…!” the fox panted, finally able to breathe deeply again, sitting back as his rump cracked the bedrock underneath.

“Mmphh…! Getting so big…! So huge…!” Moji mumbled with desire, stretching in every direction as she continued finger-fucking herself and toying with her huge mounds and nipples. She could feel the warm cum rain splashing onto her, matting her lilac fluff down with Ichigo’s mess. She was sure he was on the last few big spurts before the ebbing started, and not wanting to fall short of her partner she proceeded with swift action.

Before Ichigo could even shift himself, he saw Moji crouch up and jump at his nuts, practically cuddling her five miles smaller form against his towering member. She climbed it like a pole until and with great agility used all four arms to keep herself from falling. Opening her mouth again, she plugged Ichigo’s cum cannon and used all that excessive jizz as fuel for her own growth. And bigger and bigger she swelled, picking her pace up until she was smothering her tits against his front again.

The fox instinctively groped those fat mounds, squeezing them harder and more eagerly than ever before. It was like their softness allowed him to knock his afterglow away, letting himself feel recharged far sooner than any other guy could possibly hope for.

In a similar position, Moji could feel her libido increasing with her size even with the multitude of climaxes her body had been forced to go through. Heaven was a permanent state of being for the two ridiculously large giants, and neither seemed ready to call it quits just now.

They needed only exchange smirks of defying competitiveness to deliver the message their hearts shared. They wanted more. No, they needed more.

And so they fucked and they grew. They grew and they fucked again. They switched between positions, going for intercrural sex taking advantage of Moji’s thick thighs while making out atop the entirety of the countryside. They changed it up to a 69 while crushing sierras underneath their expanding bulk, with Ichigo relishing the mixture of their sexual juices once again by tasting Moji’s peculiarly squirmy insides. Moji could not get enough of that fox’s seed either, and blew him with the same enthusiasm she had first displayed.

Together, they absolutely decimated every major city in the state simply by making love. Dozens of miles quickly became hundreds, and soon enough the entire state had turned into little else than another makeshift bed for the growth hungry couple.

Moji in particular, while riding Ichigo cow-girl style and straddling him so roughly the neighboring states became fissured and wrecked, couldn’t quit crooning and screaming out into the atmosphere just how happy she was. “Yes…! More! Bigger! Oh God, yes…!”

Ichigo soon was joining her, yelping in pure bliss as he realized that beyond the sex and affection, what was truly driving him right now was his lust for size. And he wanted to share it with his newfound lover.

Their expansion consumed the entire east coast under their bulk. A messy cloud of pinkish arousal covered the surrounding geography, their fluids combining into an epic swirl of sweet scented, aphrodisiacal fumes.

“So big…! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” Ichigo roared out, squeezing Moji’s tits the hardest as he let out another biblical flood of fox jizz ready to stuff his girl full of that creamy goop. Moji accompanied his moans of pleasure as she came with him and she went down to kiss him passionately. Both mouths tasted exactly the same by now, yet the fiery tongue-wrestling that ensued mimicked the eagerness of two clumsy teenaged lovebirds.

Ichigo groaned one last time, collapsing with Moji’s voluptuous body atop him. Finally, his libido had found such coveted satisfaction. And at nearly 500 miles tall, the fox finally lost consciousness.

Everything became a haze, and his mind blacked out.

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It was several days later that Ichigo’s eyes opened again. The skies were pink. It reeked of sex, like the after-party in a college fraternity. He managed to pull himself up quick, but wished he hadn’t. The suddenness made him wobbly enough to fix his ass on the ground, lightheadedness prompting him to hold his forehead. He was experiencing being hung over for the first time in years.

Scanning around with blurred vision, Ichigo could hardly tell where he was with exactitude. The only thing he could tell for sure was that he was outside and he was naked. Also, someone’s head slid down from his chest to his lap. Ichigo’s tail stood up with excitement and he rubbed his eyes, now able to see with clarity that his girlfriend Moji was still there, sleeping with her head on his thigh. He breathed easy.

“Nnghh… my head’s going to burst…” Moji grumbled a little, feeling just as light-headed as her boyfriend. Once glance up however and she was already smiling. “Hello.”

“Greetings…” Ichigo chuckled to himself, using a hand to stroke Moji’s fluffy head. “Did you sleep well?”

“I think I’ve only slept this good during hibernation…” Moji gradually began to sit up, stretching all four arms while sighing. “Mmm… I hunger.”

Ichigo laughed, sharing the sentiment since his own stomach was growling. “Me too. Where are we, though?”

“Oh. You don’t remember?” Moji cocked her head with a puzzled expression on her face, “We ran out of power after we went to sleep for the first hour. So I carried us somewhere safe…”

Ichigo tried to make his memory work, but his head was still hurting. He hissed a little, images flashing through his mind in bits and pieces. That’s right. They had shrunk down after literally having fucked the entire state and most of the surrounding ones into the ground. Ichigo’s heart sunk a little. “Uhhh… I imagine I’m fired,” he muttered in deep thought.

“What’s that?” Moji perked up, but Ichigo dismissively laughed.

“N-nuh-nothing important, love. Maybe we should head somewhere else for a bite to eat, shouldn’t we?” he proposed, finally able to gather enough strength to stand up on his feet. He offered his hand to the moth who stood up and revealed she was still a good two heads taller than he was. To him, it was easy to tell he had shrunk back to his usual size since his genitals didn’t appear immobilize him any longer, but it was hard to tell what his height was given that they were standing in one of the many craters left by their crazed lovemaking.

In the end, all that remained for them was to journey to the west. There, they would find food. And maybe Moji and Ichigo could actually begin a new life together, he thought. But that’s a tale for another day.

One thing was for sure, however. In the future, they would see the attractive fox walking down the lane with an amazonian, four-armed moth girl and people would agree it was quite the odd couple.

The End.