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Bigger (Patreon Commission for Drewbermeister)
🕑 Added 2020-09-08 14:19:11 +0000 UTCAndy was left panting like a tired animal by the time he felt himself come down from his high, and even that wasn’t enough to dissuade him from his chosen course. Anyone else would’ve stopped several go-arounds before, but not him; he was determined to keep going until either he broke or the bed did, and even if the latter were to happen he wasn’t exactly certain he’d be willing to call it quits right afterwards. After all, why stop when the whole situation was designed for him to indulge himself with no apparent limit? It’d be criminal to let go of a gift like that.
It started off earlier that day when, by absolute happenstance, he happened to say the word “bigger” thrice in one sentence. It wasn’t particularly well-constructed and he ended up sounding like an idiot for forgetting what a synonym was, but it had the fortunate side-effect of triggering some kind of autonomic response that led to his body growing. That was about it, really; he found it hard to believe himself, but after his biceps ripped through his shirt’s sleeves and his cock outgrew his shorts, there were very little doubts that something odd was taking place. He had confirmation once he mused aloud about how much “bigger” he was, and felt yet another spurt hit him right after saying that word. Sensing an opportunity that wouldn’t repeat itself in a million years, he raced away from a very worried Rebecca and straight to their bedroom, locking the door behind him and throwing the tattered remnants of his clothing onto the ground before hopping on the bed. Once there, things became very repetitive.
One hand on his cock, another cupping his nuts, and both them squeezing as hard as they could without it being painful, the former also pumping his shaft with as much strength as he could spare. The sheets were quick to turn into a mess, not just thanks to all the pre and cum he was leaking all over the place, but the way his claws dug into both it and the mattress; with his body becoming both larger and stronger with each growth burst, it didn’t take a lot of effort for the bed to be torn into pieces, and even then that wasn’t enough to make Andy regret his choices. He was still lying there, still looking down at a body that was far bigger than it used to be, barely recovered from the beating he put himself through, before he swallowed dryly and spoke another word in a raspy, wheezing tone:
“Bigger.”
Again he felt the by-then all-too familiar sense of pressure rising inside of him, as if air was being pumped into his every pore and everything inside of him was made to expand outwards. But there was nothing light about that; what his body was adding onto itself was raw muscle and mass, growing so heavy that the springs underneath him, the ones that hadn’t already been shredded, began to creak ominously from the strain. He got to experience his cock growing larger underneath his grasp, outpacing the rest of him just enough that he could tell he’d end up more well-endowed by the time things were over; similarly, his orbs were becoming increasingly more difficult to hold back as their productivity rose, enough that his shaft was now constantly leaking whether he touched it or not. His fur, previously well-kept and washed, was now a mess of sweat and his own emanations, the scent of musk heavy in the air, driving him even further into growth-based madness.
With his own body groaning and his muscles rippling as they bulged unto themselves with renewed mass, even Andy couldn’t take it; his arms fell by his side, his legs collapsed onto the bed (and over the edge, seeing as how big he was) and his chest heaved with each breath taken. It was almost like his very size was beginning to turn on him, with him needing so much more oxygen that every time he tried to inhale it just wasn’t enough. Lightheaded and dizzy, it took him quite a bit to return to normality, his face pale and Rebecca’s worried voice coming from the other side of the door. In that moment he had a choice to make, one that would decide where things went from that point forward; he was already significantly larger than normal, and if he stopped there he’d still be able to give the love of his life the kind of attention she could only ever dream of. His musculature was perfectly-defined, his body was ripped to all seven hells and that shaft he sported between his legs was something close to oversized. In all honesty, he could very well end it and not have to ever care anymore. Which is why he opened his mouth.
“Bigger.”
He could barely get through that one word before it turned into a pained grunt, his back arching as the sensations hit him stronger than ever before. The fox had his tongue loll out from his mouth, a trickle of drool falling from it down onto his neck, his eyes fluttering close just seconds before they rolled upwards into his skull. Andy surrendered himself to what he was going through, no longer caring if he was in control or not; all that mattered was growing bigger, feeling his body occupy more and more of the bed, hearing it groan under his weight and struggle to keep up with it. One of his hands absentmindedly went to his stomach, only to make the sensory feedback worse once he got to feel his abs and how well-defined they were; his body was reorganizing itself to make those things even harder than before, and he could practically feel his mass shifting underneath his touch just so it could do that. With another hand he went for his arms, where he got to feel his biceps expanding in real-time, until they’d been left so engorged he couldn’t even encompass them all with a single palm.
By the time the spurt was done and over with, the bed’s frame was just about ready to give up and shatter completely, leaving him one poorly-chosen movement away from crashing onto the ground. Wouldn’t be that much of a fall, but mattresses weren’t exactly cheap; besides, he had absolutely no incentive to grow even larger, seeing as his feet and lower legs were poking out the far end of the bed when his back was firmly propped against the frame on the other side, giving him a wonderful view of just how massive he’d become. It was enough for him to bring his hand to his rod once again, idly stroking it just to feel how responsive it had become; true to how sensitive it looked to be, indeed it reacted to every touch with about as much reservation as inflamed skin, leaving him to wince just by touching it with the tip of his fingers. Upon grabbing hold of its girth properly, Andy had to bite back a roar from the climax that ensued, though thankfully his being on edge became significantly more tolerable after that bedsheet-ruining gout of cum erupted from his tip; maybe he was just backed up and that was his body’s way of letting him know, seeing as he did feel a lot better afterwards. So much better, in fact, that he could almost go for seconds.
“Andy?” Rebbeca called out from the hallway outside, “Are you alright in there?”
He really wasn’t. In fact, there was an argument to be made that the vixen should probably burst in and pin him down using as much duct tape as she had on hand, because Andy was not in the right state of mind to make decisions for himself. All he wanted was to grow even more, to destroy the bed and then the room, and not only did he have the motive and opportunity, he had the means to do so without having to expend anything more than time and his own breath… which, to be fair, was becoming quite shallow given how much air he had to intake just to keep his system running. Nonetheless, the mattress still wasn’t on the ground, so there was only one way forward:
“Bigger!”
The shout came and with it so did he, spurts of cum erupting from his tip at about the same time as his cock grew to match his new size, the wooden frame the couple’s bed was built on rapidly cracking underneath the strain, until it finally gave in and shattered down the middle, sending Andy careening towards the floor. The bump was barely noticeable to him, given his head was practically glued to the ceiling already; what were a few inches to a budding giant? All it did was give him a convenient excuse to go even wilder, both hands on his shaft and pumping it with as much strength as he could muster. Given that his stamina was shot full of more holes than a wheel of swiss cheese, it didn’t take a lot of effort for him to reach climax again, seemingly gifted with either the ability to orgasm multiple times in a row, or a seriously reduced refractory period. Whatever the case, the wall in front of his ruined bed was being given a fresh new coat of white paint, covered from top to bottom in the fox’s spunk, while the wallpaper was being scratched off by his claws.
Only after the whole thing subsided did he have the time needed to take stock of his situation. His body was clearly far too big for his bedroom and house, easily about ten feet tall, if not more, and gifted with enough rippling muscles that he’d have a hard time touching anything without it falling apart; indeed, his attempts at pushing the nightstands away so he wouldn’t destroy those ended up with him holding onto broken pieces of wood and glass, looking quite sheepish for his size once Rebecca called him out for breaking something she picked out for their bedroom. His embarrassment only lasted for as long as it took for him to look at his body again, after which Andy’s libido shot right back up and infused him with so much raw energy that he had to wonder where he was even getting it from. Clearly, things were going to take a turn for the worse unless he did something about it, unless he put an end to his inexorable growth and behaved like a responsible adult. He turned his head to face the door, opening his mouth to call out for Rebecca so she could put some sense into things and guide him down a more productive path.
“Bigger,” he stated instead.
Even the vixen had to yelp and step back once she felt Andy’s surge begin to take place, the whole building rumbling as his body took even more space than it already did. Instinctively, the fox brought both hands above his head, pressing them against the ceiling in a vain attempt at holding it back; try as he might, he couldn’t stop his frame from becoming intimately acquainted with every inch of it, reducing him to a hunched posture and a very pained back once he was finally done growing, no longer capable of sitting comfortably within his own bedroom. At least it gave him convenient and quick access to his own shaft; the weird angle at which his head was at was perfect for him to open his mouth and just… let it in, accepting his throbbing, pulsating rod into his warm throat and allowing it to slide without a single care in the world. He could see why Rebecca loved doing it; now that he had a taste he didn’t know if he’d ever let her have a go anymore! It was powerful, overwhelming even, but left him with a desire for more than he just couldn’t explain, not without having to resort to some very painful analogies. The one thing he knew was that it wasn’t enough… but that posed its own problem.
To call for another growth spurt would mean being able to speak clearly, and being able to do so implied not having his own cock in his mouth. Now that he had it in there, not only was it mechanically difficult to extricate, but Andy didn’t really want to do it either, the sensations being simply too much for him to let go of. He tried to say something, tried to make the word “Bigger” work through the stuffing he had given himself, but it was worthless; the more he tried, the more he failed, leading to a rather uncomfortable situation whereby his mind was left in the middle of the crossfire between two mutually-exclusive desires. It certainly didn’t help that his next step would probably be the last in terms of still having a house at all, a third concern that added itself into the pot.
“Oh, screw this,” he heard Rebecca say, right before she kicked the door to the bedroom in and stood staring at him, eyes wide open and mouth gaping in shock, “Andy, what th-... what the fuck?!”
He truly, truly wanted to answer her, but nothing but a gurgle came out. Just as well, given that he had very little to share but his own emotions, which were somewhere in the realm of the “heavily indecent” at that stage. Thankfully, the vixen was at least smart enough to realize what was going on, or at least made a decent approximation of it, because her first instinct was to take her own clothes off and approach that colossal cock her partner was sporting.
“Fucking hell, you’re in here making yourself this massive and you didn’t invite me? The fuck’s wrong with you?” she complained loudly, climbing onto one of his legs, “Next time you do this I swear to God I’m going to bap you so hard that you’ll be feeling it for days.”
Andy smiled, a painful gesture for him given what he had in his mouth, but smiled nonetheless; there was the vixen that he knew, so eager to explore her own limits that she dauntlessly took control of the situation despite knowing she would be better served finding a way to get him to stop. In many ways, this was exactly why he was with her at all; she might turn subby at the first sign of dominance from him, but behind that willingness to play the role lay a truly indomitable personality that would go to great lengths just to indulge the two of them. And seeing how she seemed aware of what had caused the transformation in the first place…
“I suppose you can’t say anything with that cock in your mouth?” - Andy nodded, his eyes drooping - “Christ, you’re such a baby sometimes. Alright, I’ll take it from here…”
She cleared her throat.
“Bigger.”
