Mike finished washing the dishes.
“Hey, Jeff!” Mike called up the stairs.
“Yes?” Jeff called back.
“Can you dry and put away the dishes?” Mike called.
Jeff got out of his chair and jogged down the stairs. The young tiger’s big muscles bounced and flexed. Mike grinned. Like father, like son. Then he frowned. Poor Dave. A pro-football player and his son was…well, a tiny fox must have been a big disappointment for him.
“Hey, do you mind if I hop on the Chronivac?” Mike asked.
“Huh? Oh that thing. Sure.”
“’That thing’? Are you okay?” Mike frowned.
“Yeah, I just changed what I wanted and I’m done now.” Jeff spoke, voice…oddly robotic.
Mike wondered what was going on with Jeff. He’d been so excited only a few minutes ago. And now he was acting…Strange. Stranger than usual.
“So, your…friend. He, uh, play football?” Mike called down, sitting down at Jeff’s computer and bringing up the program.
Jeff laughed. “No, dad, obviously not.”
“Right. Right.” Mike started typing a few things in the sequence.
Jeff started drying and putting away the dishes downstairs as Mike finished. Mike looked over his changes, making sure he didn’t screw up the spelling and that it would work out the way he wanted it to. Had to be careful when you played with the fabric of reality, after all!
Mike chuckled to himself and hit enter.
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Finn clutched the phone in his dainty little paws, giggling. His dad was now a huge ram’s fan for real! His dad leaned over and clutched his son to his chest.
“I love you, dad!” Finn nuzzled into his father’s heavily muscled side.
“I love you too, Finn.” Dave rubbed Finn’s furry ears and kissed the top of his head.
Finn sat back in his seat, kicking his legs in the air happily. They didn’t even reach the floor. He felt nice and warm and happy. Jeff’s oversized Jersey hung around him, covered in the tiger’s scent. It made his little nub of a cock swell.
It grew even warmer, uncomfortably so. The little fox’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and he panted, waving a paw in front of his face, hoping it would cool him off. The heat continued to increase, radiating out of him like a volcano about to blow.
“Son, you okay?” Dave asked.
“I’m fine Daaaa-!” Finn croaked, voice deepening as he suddenly grew taller, spine extended to well over six feet in height. The once baggy football jersey now rode up his stomach. His head swam as he sat hunched in the car.
The heat built again and became a wave of pleasure.
His arms swelled, filling with powerful muscle. Finn watched with delight as his biceps expanded, tightening the sleeves of his shirt. Thick, formidable veins bulged from his forearms, and the biceps continued to grow until it was a tough, yet pleasing bowling ball of strength. His dainty little paws, too, grew in size, the fingers popping and extending, becoming thicker, fleshier, nails forming into little black hoofs.
Finn sighed, a mix of pleasure and shock, clenching and unclenching the meaty fist-hoofs.Someone was changing him into something big. But it couldn’t have been Jeff. Who else had a Chronivac?
“You know, I’m glad you decided to have Jeff as your study-buddy. Can’t get your football scholarship if your grades stay low.” Dave said, ignoring the changes occurring next to him.
“Football scholarship?” Finn stammered and then groaned, feeling another change coming.
Pressure began building up in his chest, as if his body was holding its breath, preparing for something. Then, with a guttural groan, his once sunken, concave pecs exploded outward into brawny mountains. Wide, heavy mounds of flesh with a pronounced valley in between the two muscles. Sweat dripped from his chin, down in between his immense chest. The nipples were a healthy pink, and rock hard.
Finn ran his hands across his pecs, pinching the nipples and groaning like an animal in heat. Meanwhile, his thin stomach changed, mushrooming into six tight, solid cubes. In response, Finn raised his arms, hands behind his head, and flexed, making the abs pop. As he flexed, his back and shoulders widened, forming deep, mighty striations and taut, round boulders.
He was pressing against the walls of the car now, forcing him to hunch. The car began to shift around them, transforming into a huge Humvee, custom built to fit the two huge men. Finn was no longer afraid of the change, it was all far too pleasurable.
The changes crept lower. His big, floofy fox tail grew longer, the hairs growing thicker and the red color became more of a rusty orange. The rest of his fur began growing thicker, all of it turning to the same uniform rust color that was on his tail. His head hair grew until it covered his eyes. He brushed the hair away so he could see.
Finn’s body tightened as his legs expanded, thickening and bubbling with muscle. His jeans became mesh gym shorts, revealing thick thighs and colossal calves; two brawny, solid tree trunks. Feet were next, tearing through his old pair of sneakers and enlarging into the same wide cloven hooves as his fathers, the shoes unraveling and disappearing into the aether, unneeded.
He returned to flexing his arms, enjoying the pleasing symmetry of his new body, drinking in the peaks and valleys of his massive frame. Shudders wracked through Finn’s body, and he grunted as he thickened out even further, growing so tall that his head touched the roof of the truck. Waves of heat, powerful and sexual, rippled through his trembling muscles.
“Fuck yeah…” Finn said, voice deep and masculine, like rocks smashing together. “…I’m so fuckin’ big!”
“Admiring yourself, pal?” Dave smirked.
“Mmmmrrrroooo-yes!” Fine cried, then covered his mouth with a massive hand.
“Heh, don’t get too excited, bud. Don’t want to clean up any messes.” Dave winked.
Finn’s neck thickened, sinew building on sinew. The tendons on his neck bulged taut and wide, a strong, meaty base for his head. The changes continued their upwards journey. With a crack, he felt the very plates of his skull shift, twisting and pushing forward. His thin, pointed muzzle widened, forming into a long, boxy snout. The pressure moved to two points on either side of his head. The two points erupted into nubs, and then began extending further out. They grew; white, bony, textured things, until they lengthened out from his head, curving upward and ending in a point. The change finished with his tiny black nose as it bulged out, becoming wet and fleshy, with a pink, leathery texture.
He opened his eyes and looked into the rear-view mirror, taking in his new visage. His snout was long and broad, with two prominent nostrils on the end. He took a deep breath, receiving a fountain of new, robust scents. The most outstanding smell was the pungent, vigorous aroma of his growing cock, which now poked out of the waistband of his shorts. The fabric clung desperately to his vast, hilly hips as his dick grew until it was just as thick and powerful as the rest of him; the veins bulged and pulsed across its impressive length. It stretched out in front of him, bobbing upward to press against the under-curve of his musclegut. His balls swelled up like tangerines and dangled heavily along his thigh.
Finn panted heavily as testosterone coursed through him. Fur grew thicker and his face crunched, growing wider and more brutal. There was more pressure, this time in his head. The former fox felt knowledge begin to elude him, memories of excelling at classes being replaced with barely skating by. The huge Highland Bull’s thick brows fell heavily over his eyes as he sagged back in the seat and relaxed, mind tingling softly. What few thoughts that came to him were slower and sluggish in his much thicker skull. He snorted, trying to clear his head, but it was like his mind was settling into a pleasant, cottony, warm pillow.
The Bull’s eyes dulled.
He was absolutely massive, even bigger than his father, with rust colored fur and huge horns. His package bulged in tight-fitting shorts. A ruff of fur stuck out from the bottom of a huge jersey that didn’t quite fit him, exposing his musclegutted mid-riff. A curtain of fur covered the small eyes of the shaggy bull.
Finn burped up some cud and chewed it. His phone pinged. Jeff had sent him a message. He pulled up the text and stared stupidly at a phone that was so tiny in his large hands.
“Did Jeff send you a text big guy?” Dave asked.
Finn grunted in assent.
The ram gently took the bull’s phone from his hands and read the text.
“Aw, that’s cute! When did you guys start dating?” Dave slapped his son’s back and grinned.
“Today.” The bull rumbled.
Dave was happy that his son had finally found someone. Big guys like them were intimidating to future partners. Of course it would be Mike’s son, the star quarterback. He looked back at the huge bull next to him and saw him painstakingly tapping away at his phone.
“Want me to type for you big guy?” Dave asked.
“Mmmrr-nnnooo!” Finn clutched the phone close to his chest, hunching over it. “No. Dad.”
“Okay, okay!” Dave chuckled and shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender.
They continued their drive home.