With a smirk on his face, Saul gave a brief wink to Timothy and -then- dashed out the bedroom door heading downtairs and towards the outside salvage yard office to where the box had been left.
"Saul! Wait..!<OOF!>" Timothy stumbled, his huge sex pulling him foward as he tried to stop Saul from what was probably a huge mistake. With a grunt, the fox hit the floor, his paws and upper body still dexterous enough to catch him before he injured himself. His cock nearly reached his ankles, now, and his testicles were each half-again the diameter of a basketball! "Saul! WAIT!"
Saul heard Timothy's plea and -for a moment- he felt a pang of self-consciousness. Was this what he really wanted to do? After all, Timothy had been turned into a fox and enlarged to a truly freakish point by that thing ... there was no telling what else it could do! Still...
Saul grinned to himself as he reached the back door to Timothy's house. Despite the concerns of his foxy lover, this was too good a thing to pass up! Besides, it could always be reversed later, right?
It was late afternoon as he sprinted out the back door and covered the short distance to the small, ramshackle rear office building where they'd made love. He grinned at the dishevelled look of the place and realized that he'd have to come back and right a few things to match the cleaning he'd done earlier.
Outside, the Haversham delivery was almost disassembled by the crew and was currently being sorted into large piles. They probably were wondering where Timothy had gotten to, by now, but wouldn't really pry until the end of the day. While that was probably only an hour or two away, Saul figured he had time left.
Righting the half-toppled desk, he searched about and finally found the box. A few keys were scattered on the floor under it and it didn't take a genius to figure out that one of them probably fit the lock. Setting the box down on the desk, he pulled up a chair and sat down, contemplating what was in front of him.
"Ok, let's see..."
The small row of faux gemstones on the front looked ornamental at first but -soon- he saw the small symbols upon them. Curious, he put a key in the lock and turned it.
...Nothing happened...
"Ahhh, wait a sec...!"
With that, he reached down and pushed one of the gemstones inwards. Like he'd guessed each stone was a button, possibly keyed to a specific key. Before he could think, however, as to what key went with what button the lid popped open and a puff of white dust blew out into the room, covering him from head to toe...
Coughing and sputtering, Saul stood up and staggered back, knocking the chair he'd righted back onto the floor. "Gah! Wh..what th'...?" The box lid slowly closed and Saul coughed, wiping the dust from his face and hands. "What the hell was that?" he muttered to himself but -then- realized what had probably happened...
Grinning, he righted the chair again and picked up the box. Taking it with him he glanced outside. The workers were still hard at work, enabling him to sneak in to the house again, unnoticed.
He could feel a tingling in his skin and Saul could only think that this was what had made Timothy change. Quietly, he made his way into the house's kitchen with the box under one arm, only to find Timothy propped against the counter, making his way to the rear door...
"Saul; you gotta wait," he said, seeing the big, buff man come in the rear door with the small chest. "That thing is unpredictable. Besides, you don't know which gemstone or key to use..."
Saul paused. "Which one?"
Timothy nodded. "As near as I can figure," the hyper-hung fox said, "each of those keys and gems has a different function. Just ...well... just wait until we can figure them out..."
The human looked sheepish as he blushed a bit and set the chest down on the counter by the back door before walking over to Timothy. He felt odd, as if his skin were crawling and he was getting dizzy. "Uh, Tim; I don't know how to tell you this..."
But Timothy's gaze made it clear he wasn't really paying attention to what Saul was saying. Instead, he was watching as a light wisp of white fur slowly grew along his former boyfriend's face, arms and legs. Saul noticed the stare and looked confused.
"What...?"
"Oh, Saul... You didn't wait, did you?"
Saul looked at himself, stunned, and gasped as he watched the slow creep of fur across his body. His arms had already been somewhat hairy but now those hairs were lightening and thinning, becoming finer and smoother than before. He looked up, startled and was about to speak until he noticed a shadow between his eyes.
Putting both hands to his face, he realized that his nose and mouth were pushing out away from his face into a short, blunt muzzle. He gasped as long whiskers slowly grew from the sides of his nose and he pulled his hands away to stare at fingers that looked half-mingled with the elements of a paw...
"Oh, God... I'm changing into an animal...!"
"Yeah," said Timothy, straightening up and using the counter for support, "and not a fox, either..."
Saul looked at Timothy, the fox's huge sex nearly reaching the floor, and blushed. "I guess I shoulda waited, hunh?"
Timothy could only nod as he watched two long protrusions slowly shape themselves out of Saul's normal ears.
The bigger man slowly shrank, too; getting shorter and more lithe, his clothing ballooning up on him as he soon had to look up a bit at Timothy.
"Holy shit ... what's happening to me?" he stammered, his barrel chest smoothing out to a leaner build ... more suited for running and leaping. Timothy chuckled a bit and shook his head at the perversity of the box.
"It seems you've been turned into prey," he said, ironically and -gently guiding Saul's head- turned him to face the corner mirror in the kitchen. "You've become a rabbit..."