Timothy was stunned.
Not only had the chest changed his two friends, but -this time- it had caused pain... "Guys, I think something's wrong with the box..." he began. Just then, footsteps on the gravel path outside Timothy's home could be heard, getting closer.
"Saul?" It was David. The young, Irish fellow's voice had an almost musical lilt to it that helped define him amongst the faceless throng that worked in the yard. "Saul? There's a phone call in the Workshed for ya!"
"Quick," hissed Saul, blushing beneath his fur at the prospect of being discovered like this, "hide!"
"Saul, he's already seen us..." replied Timothy, watching as Saul grabbed the chest, removed the key and started running towards the stack of moving crates Timothy still had along one wall of his living room.
"He's seen *you*," hissed, back Saul, nervously. "Look, the guys know something's wrong with you, but they don't know about ... about..."
"About you and me?" asked Scott, casually. He was fingering his enormous foxcock and grinning. He'd cum so hard during the transformation, he was slightly out of breath. In fact, always having been the larger and more buff of the three of them, he was -now- still quite an exaggerated vulpine.
Saul nodded, half-jogging across the room as David's footsteps came closer to the house's door. "Yeah, exactly! Now, come on!" He glanced at Timothy (who was still staring at the hyper-hung fox next to him) and gestured more frantically. "Come ON!"
Scott grinned, giving a long, exaggerated lick of his muzzle towards Tim and nodded. "Oh, let's do what he says..." he said, non-committally.
The three foxes quickly moved across the room, and hid themselves behind the crates just as the knock from David came at the door. "Saul? Tim? You guys still in there?"
"I bet he just wants to stare at me again," muttered Timothy.
"Well, *I* would..." replied Scott in a whisper.
Nervously, Saul was fiddling with the keys, turning them over and over in his hands. "Isn't there any way to reverse this?" he asked in a frantic whisper.
"That's what we were trying to figure out..." replied Scott, amused. He was now watching Timothy's eyes as the smaller, daintier fox-morph would occasionally steal a look at Scott's foot-long, soft cock and lemon-sized balls. "You should take a better look," he said with a wink, letting Timothy he'd noticed the stares.
"Oh God, you guys! That's enough!" Saul said as Timothy blushed and forced his eyes away.
The door to the house opened and David walked in. "Guys? You still here?" Footsteps. Moving towards the center of the room. "Guys? Did you take Tim to see a doctor?"
Saul's nervousness grew and grew. Desperately, he looked at the miniature chest in his paws and the five keys. Perhaps one of them...
"Guys?" David's footsteps drew closer, coming towards the crates.
Scott rolled his eyes. "We shouldn't be hiding..." he said, quietly.
Saul shot the large vulpine a withering glance. "Yes, we should! I ... I don't want anyone seeing me like this!"
"Saul? Is that you?" came David's voice.
*Shit*, thought Saul, nervously. Then, moving quickly, he inserted a key and started hitting buttons.
"No!" hissed Timothy. Desperately, the boytoy fox tried to pull the Chest out of Saul's hands. But it was too late. A button clicked and the lid popped open. A white mist hissed forth and enwrapped the group of them, making them cough. It was a sound that David couldn't miss.
"Guys, what's wrong?" came his voice...
Stumbling out from behind the crates, Saul dropped the chest to the ground. David blinked and stopped, looking down at the half-bent-over fox. "Tim...?" he asked, concerned. "Where are...?"
Just then, the other two came out from behind the crates, causing David to stare. "Holy shit... All *three* of you?"
Saul nodded, drawing himself up to his full height as he got control of his coughing. He was blushing beneath his fur, a fact only shown by the coloration on the inside of his large, foxish ears. "Yeah," he said, looking up at the newcomer, "and I'm not Tim, I'm Saul..."
David blinked, looking confused. "Uh, Saul..." he began.
"No, wait... Hear me out." Saul shook his head, not looking David in the eyes. "The others ... they can't know what's happened."
"Saul," interrupted Timothy from behind.
"Not now, Tim..." Saul replied. Looking up at David, he shook his head. "Look, Tim's the boss around here, but -well- *I'm* still not sure about all this..." He blinked. He was looking up at David. But David was barely 5'8"...
"Uh, Dave...?" he asked, nervously.
Scott walked forward and put his paw on Saul's shoulder. "That's what Tim was trying to tell you... We're shrinking..."