Timothy returned to the other side of the room with the box. Picking it up and looking it over carefully, his furry paws ran along the slightly tarnished brass around each button. He sighed to himself, looking down at his arms and body. As incredible as this all was, he knew he couldn't live a life like this. Looking down again at himself and his nicely-sized sheath he took a deep sigh. Which button does he press? Mulling this over a few moments he sits down, before finally pressing the center button and opening the box. Is it empty? Then suddenly, before the cover is all the way open, the world seems to go white in a brilliant flash of light. He squints and jerks back, almost dropping the small chest to the floor. His quick vulpine reflexes just managing to catch it in midair. Opening his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief he set it back onto his table, and looked himself over.
Nothing seemed to be happening.
He stood and picked up the box again. Perhaps you can only use it once? He pressed the button and opened it again, this time prepared for the flash. He looked away, watching the whole room light up. Still, he felt nothing. Surely this wasn't how he had to spend the rest of his life?
Then a warm tingle started to spread through his body, then moves downward toward his stomach ... then lower and growing in intensity. Letting out a soft murr of pleasure, he stood up, walking over to his bathroom again to take another look in the mirror.
Nothing. That same red fox stared back at him, but the tingle still grew stronger, now very much focused on his groin. Could he be getting horny again already? His paws wandered down to his sheath and began stroking it, feeling it rise up in arousal again and making that tingling sensation double. Softly, he let out a low moan, stroking over the furry sheath, feeling it's bulk in his paws. He's going to miss it once he's out of this, but thoughts of returning soon melt into a dull passion as he feels his sheath swell up larger, and keep swelling. He states at it in the mirror, the bulge getting longer and thicker, but not pushing out of the furred sheath yet! He continued to stroke his sheath, trying to coax it out, but only feels it get more and more massive, more then he was just moments ago. More disturbing, and arousing, his balls seem to be swelling up as well, even faster.
He's not getting aroused, he's getting bigger!He stops stroking in awe, but it only continues to push upward, now nearly a foot long and still in it's sheath. The feeling of arousal only now begins to rise in his loins, making the swelling even faster.
In moments his sheath reached up to his bellybutton as his pink shaft rose from it's entrance. It's size is so tantalizing, he couldn't help but start to stroke it again, feeling it fill his paws, pull down heavily on his groin. His balls halfway down his thighs. He groaned, watching precum start to dribble down his damp fur, making it glisten again, coating his furry balls and down over his legs. He grasped onto it tightly, moaning and silting his eyes, stroking it harder, but in moments he felt his hands part. He looked down again to see a 18 inch long, 3 inch thick cock, and still growing! He growls a bit, a sound he's never heard from himself before, as he tried to resist his urges, but it is futile. The monster shaft seeming to burn in his loins for release.
Finally he gives in to it, using both paws to stroke over his shaft, feeling them push further and further apart. Soon precum came in spurts from the 2 foot cock, splattering against the mirror in front of him. He moans gasping loudly and clenching his eyes tight. He yells out despite knowing that his coworkers aren't far away, the sound of splattering almost as loud as his yells. This goes on for minuets more, before he slowly feels the ecstasy weaning, the spurts slowing down to a dribble.
He takes a deep breath, almost afraid to open his eyes. He stands there for a moment, just thinking it all over. Finally, after a bit of self debate, he opens his eyes. Things seemed blurry for a moment, but as his vision cleared, he gasps.
Jutting out from a foot long sheath over a pair of soccer ball sized testicles, a thick, cum dripping fox cock rose all the way up to his eye-level. The massive piece of meat nearly a foot thick. His body is completely covered in cum like he'd just taken a bath in it. The room is in shambles. The mirror shattered from the force of his cum-shot. Seamen dripping down from the ceiling and walls into a puddle of fox spunk that now covers the whole floor.
He stands there, just staring at himself, hardly believing it IS himself. His thoughts race, "How am I going to go out in public? How am I going to explain this to anyone else?" He thinks for a few moments, the shock still sinking in, then gives himself a slight grin, "Well, so much for the hardwood floors" giving himself an awkward chuckle.