Perhaps it was a foxish trait or perhaps the crazy nature of the situation was finally getting to him, but Timothy couldn't resist seeing if anything more magical would come out of the strange, little chest. He held his breath as he pushed the button and the lid popped open.
Rather than a dust coming out, as he'd expected, a bright flash filled the room. Startled, Timothy fell back out of his chair and clattered to the floor. Quickly, he sprung up and shut the shades to the office, glancing out around the edges to see if anyone in the salvage yard had heard the ruckus...
He couldn't see Saul anywhere, but no one else seemed to have heard anything. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly went to sit back down...
...Almost...
He felt ... *tight*. Something about his comfortable, dangling sex felt wrong ... heavy, somehow. Blinking, he looked down at himself through the dim light of the office shack. His eyes grew wide.
He'd been happy before, to have grown a nice, seven inch cock, but -well- now it was soft and it had to be *at least* that size, now! He stared at himself, gaping ...his foxish muzzle wide open in shock... as his male member grew thicker, longer and fuller...
It felt so erotic ... so arousing! Gasping, he stumbled over to the desk again, widening his gait so his growing manhood could swing a bit more freely between his legs. It wasn't as straight-forward as it sounded, either, because his balls were also getting bigger...
A LOT bigger!
Picking up the chair, the foxy man sat down and fingered his growing penis in disbelief... As he stared at it and stroked it's furry sheath, he started getting harder. From where he sat, it looked as if the growth had accellerated, as well!
He gulped nervously and soon brought himself to full hardness, his thick penis nearly ten inches long with balls the size of nectarines... He groaned, unable to resist, and slowly began stroking his hard, sensitive shaft with the soft fur of his palms. He groaned aloud and arched his back. The wooden chair creaked beneath his weight as he began to pant and pump himself faster and faster, his tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle as he pleasured himself...
His hand had to widen its grip more and more as his penis grew...
Past eleven inches long ... past twelve! He stared at an endowment that would have been at home anywhere in the porn industry, and groaned even louder... He was getting so close to climax!
Faster and faster, he stroked himself, watching as he grew past thirteen inches ... past fourteen ... past fifteen...
Then...