Inside his body, somewhere in the depths of his brain, it felt as if suddenly a dam burst. Hormones began flooding Felis’ body. He gasped in surprise.
Heart racing, muscles aching as they grew, he felt the arms of the chair start squeezing in around his hips. The wood beneath his ass creaked and he realized that his high, apartment ceilings were so much lower, now. His mammoth penis, thick and veined like a prize-winning bull, pulsed heavily and continued to snake across the coffee table in front of him. His tip sagged meatily off the far side, easily three feet long and still soft.
The rest of him -his massive, tiger-striped body- was rising. If he stood, his head would have touched the twelve-foot ceilings above him.
The chair creaked again and he felt it start to shudder under his increasing his weight.
He didn't know what to do.
He couldn’t stay here if he kept getting bigger; he’d no longer fit. He couldn’t go outside: he was naked and would probably seem like a monster to most of the people on the island. But he couldn’t do nothing...
Why, oh, why had he run from those fans? He should have taken their advice; maybe gone to a doctor or shaman...
The chair burst around his hips and fell apart. He thudded to the ground, his fears spiking. He had to leave his apartment; he was still growing.
Fourteen feet tall with a cock that hung past his knees and balls the size of his over-sized fists, he was more of a man than anyone had ever been...