Timothy thinks to himself 'Great, how am I suposed to explain this to Saul' He then looks down 'Or this!' He quickly takes a seat behind his desk, and pulls his chair right in.
"Okay ... ummm, Saul" He begins, still not exactly sure what to tell him. "You know that delivery we got this morning? ... with all the scrap iron and some trinkets from that old place they tore down."
Saul nods, the look in his eyes still unsure, but he's got a weapon, so he could take this ... thing on.
"Well ... there was a box, it was very nice looking, wrapped in a little velvet bag, like that Crown Royal we used to drink together on dates."
Saul looks stunned "Tim?!? Is that really you?"
Timothy, the fox nods. "Yeah, it's me."
Saul blinks and tries to shake the image out of his head, when a thump and a yelp from Timothy startles him. "What was that?"
Timothy blushes just as red as his fur. "Umm ... well that was ... You see I ..." Tim sighs to himself, he has to think up something, and quick! "Well, uhh, that was me. My uhh, thigh bumped the desk." Tim hopes his embarassment won't make Saul discover the fact that it was his huge cock coming into contact with the edge of the desk near the front. That's gotta make it .. well, the desk is 38 inches deep, and there's a little hanging over the top to make more surface room, so that's at least 26 inches long now, and as thick around as his wrist...
Saul chuckles "Relax Tim, I understand it's you now. But how did this happen?"
Tim is caught now. He left the box on the other side of the room, he's going to have to get up to show Saul now, and Saul will see his length. "Saul, please bring that little box over here. Don't open it, don't mess with it ... just bring it here please." This was his only chance now. If Saul messes with it, he's powerless to stop him, lest Saul discover he's hung better than a horse, and is a fox ...
What a day this has been, and it's barely 2pm. Tim thinks to himself, having to slide the chair out a bit, and risk getting caught. Saul will have to come very close to the desk. Wouldn't be hard to spot Timothy's raging erection. It's pink on white fur anyway, saul is definetly going to see it. Tim begins to panic ... What is he going to do?
Saul is just steps from his desk, he's bound to see it. Tim hunches over, in an effort to block the view, making him look pretty silly.
As Saul approaches, he sees Tim fidgeting, then lean forward. Saul raises an eyebrow, but figures it best not to ask. He places the box down on the table, and sits down in front of the desk in a chair, still gripping the crowbar, just in case.
"Thanks Saul." Tim stated, very carefully bringing the box toward himself. Just as he lifts it, a pained expression hits his face and he lets out a little yelp. Saul hears what sounds like a thunk, or a dull thud, come from the desk. and he is forced to set it back down. Seems as though he's run out of room again underneath his desk.
Tim's length has to hang past his knees by now, probably more. Let alone the size of his balls. They're looking more cantelope sized now. Tim blushes, he's going to have to show Saul, and now seems to be the perfect time, since he's out of hiding room.
"Saul?" Timothy enquires. "Remember that size fetish you have?"...
Saul nods, looking at Tim like ... well, a wild animal, just not sure what to expect anymore.
Tim finally gets up, and whimpers to himself. His cock is heavier than he thought. He stands off to the side of his desk, facing Saul. "No need to be nervous Tim. I'm sure we can figure all this o.... holy shit!" Saul exclaimed, seeing Timothy's massive length. Saul blinked, and looked. Tim was hung. Saul shook his head, rubbed his eyes and looked. Tim was incredibly well hung. Saul closed his eye, rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and then looked at Timothy again. Timothy puts well hung to shame "Hot damn Tim, this box did that?"
Tim grinned at Saul's responce "Yeah, but it also made me a fox, and I don't know what else it can do." Tim waddled over to where Saul was sitting, and presented his length for inspection. Tim watched as Saul's jeans tented, and he grinned to himself. Saul reached out to touch Tim's huge organ, when he got splashed with what felt like a bucket of hot water. Saul blinks a few times, and looks at Timothy, who looks like he's going to blush himself to death. Saul them smiles wide, and gives the foxie's length a little rub "Eager as usual, aren't we?"
Tim nods, moaning softly at the touch. He must have more. This feels so good ... and he's only touching his length. Tim grins at Saul "Say, you wouldn't happen to be up for a fifteen minute break, would you?"