It was all he could do; sit there on his bed and stare down at himself like the protagonist in some, bad werewolf movie. Like an alien creature, his body had changed on him and now it was doing so again! Timothy's jaw was wide open, his foxish tongue lolling out of its end as he blinked again and again, staring at the space between his legs. He liked wearing tight-fitting jeans (it always got him noticed in the local bar scene) and his slender, boytoy-ish physique always seemed complimented by his warddrobe, but ... *this*...!
His sharp teeth, all down the length of his muzzle, clamped together as he took a sharp intake of breath in sync with the further tightening of his pants. A low moan escaped his lips and he realized he'd been sitting on his bed, now, for at least ten minutes! The huge, soft bulge in his pants wasn't going down and had -in fact- been slowly expanding down his pants leg at a rate about equal to an inch a minute! More than that, the tightness from the available space in his jeans being filled by his swelling balls.
"Oh, gods..." he moaned, putting his clawed paws to his groin and cupping it protectively. "Gotta ... stop..."
He shivered, feeling a flush of pain mingled with embrassment.
How would people react to this? It was bad enough he was a fox, now, but a fox that was hung like a donkey?!!
His eyes focused on his groin again, watching as another, thick inch was added to the bulge down his left pants leg. "I've gotta ... get outta these..." he muttered, and began fiddling with the fly on his jeans.
He managed to get the fastening free and began pulling on his zipper when he noticed it.
...the growth had stopped...