Scott watched Saul head in to Tim's house through the rear door with a box under his
arm. The delays this morning were really starting to try his patience. First Tim is
nowhere to be found, and now Saul is running around doing who-knows-what, the
muscular man fumed while hefting one of the biggest pieces out of the way for the
other workers. The ground vibrated as it slammed into the ground.
"Keep working," Scott said in his deep voice. "I'm going to go find out what the delay
is in the office," and with that he jogged to the same door Saul had passed through.
The door was still ajar, and as he approached, he heard Tim and Saul's voices, though
they sounded a little higher than usual. "Hey!" he called out as he shoved open the
door.
There were two figures in the kitchen, facing away from him. The sun was bright
outside and it was taking a second for Scott's eyes to adjust to the darkness. One
figure was a little shorter than Tim, and dressed in something red. The other looked
like a child in a costume, with big rabbit ears stretching up. The child jumped at his
sudden arrival, appearing to levitate. The other figure turned its head, and Scott saw
an enormous fox looking back at him -- more than twice the size of any fox he'd ever
seen, and standing upright! It's back was to him, but its flexible neck allowed the
head to swivel most of the way around to face Scott.
"Hey!" Scott shouted again, now trying to scare the animals and run them out of the
house. There was nothing obvious nearby to grab as a weapon, and while Scott felt
secure in his strength, he knew it was important to startle the animals out of trying
their teeth and claws on him. He was near a chair with a box on it, and with a swift
kick he sent the box and chair flying across the room.
There was a cracking noise, and the lid to the box sprang open as it rotated in space.
He watched as a fine mist of dust sprinkled down on the two oversized animals as
they fled into the house. The box clattered on the floor.
That hadn't been quite the direction Scott wanted them to go, but at least he had
them on the run. He left the door wide open, and went around the table to pick up
the fallen chair. The box had fallen with its lid open, and he felt something push in
as he grabbed it off the floor. There was a flash, and he dropped the box, startled. It
landed closed this time, and he picked it up again. There were five gemstones on the
front which had survived his kick, but there were also some locks which were now
ruined. He frowned, and decided to apologize later, taking the box with him into the
living room. Right now he wanted to flush those animals out of the house and vent
his frustrations on Tim and Saul for running off.
Scott had barely gone three steps before he felt an uncomfortable pressure in his
groin. He tried to shove one hand into his pants, but the material was stretched tight
and it was starting to hurt. With a mighty yank, he pulled open his fly and felt an
immediate relief of pressure. Looking down, he was shocked to see his swollen sex.
He knew he was "gifted", but each nut was now almost as big as a tennis ball, and his
dick was spilling out of his underwear. He felt the hint of an erection run the length
of his penis as it swelled another half-inch. Setting the box down on the coffee table,
Scott sat down on the couch and let his pants fall around his ankles. The animals
would have to wait for a few minutes.
* = * = * =
Saul thought his heart was going to burst when Scott kicked the box. Suddenly it was
beating so hard and so fast, he easily sprinted out of the kitchen, but not before his
white fur was coated by something from the box. Tim was also running, up the stairs
by the sound of it. Saul's rabbit instincts were in full control now, and he didn't even
think of going near the fox -- he knew he needed to hide, and fast.
There was an obvious place to hide in the room, behind the recliner that sat across
the room from the couch. Saul jumped onto the back of the recliner and his feet
scrambled against the wall as he tried to fit. "This would be perfect if I wasn't so
damn big!" he thought, adrenaline pounding in his temples.
His head started to swim, and he bounced over next to the couch, and squished
himself next to an end table. Scott was moving through the kitchen, and the sound
of the chair scraping as the human hefted it off the floor grated in Saul's keen ears.
He tried to settle down, but he felt too exposed. He closed his eyes and tried to
relax. Too exposed. The chair clattered on the kitchen floor as Scott stood it up
properly.
The noise was too much. Saul could see Scott out of one of his sharp eyes, and Scott
seemed enormous, muscular, and powerful. "Flee!" the voices in Saul's head
screamed, and he lept into motion again. In two jumps, he was wedged between the
recliner and the wall. The window sill seemed far above, as he crouched. Looking
ahead, the space behind the recliner now seemed spacious, and with another jump
and a kick, he was breathing heavily, but feeling a lot safer.
As his breathing slowed, he heard Scott enter the room. He inched forward,
concerned that his tail was exposed for the large man to see. With a tilt of his head,
he looked back and saw that there was no problem fitting his whole body behind the
chair. He wondered why he hadn't dashed back here in the first place, and tried to
figure out why he didn't fit before.
Saul blinked, and his vision started to settle down after being jumpy. The chair
seemed to be moving next to him, slowly sliding away. In fact, it seemed to be
getting larger in all dimensions. He heard Scott yank open his fly, and curiosity was
stirred. Saul had to see what was happening, so he crept forward to peek around the
corner of the chair. The corner seemed to move away as he approached, and his
human mind realized that he had shrunk -- a lot, and he was still shrinking. He was
alarmed by this, but only slightly, as it was keeping him hidden. His instincts were
designed for a small body, and he could probably get much smaller before shrinking
was a cause for worry.
Finally, he peeked out from the chair and saw the cavernous room open before him.
The coffee table separated him from Scott, and the box now rested on the table. Saul
froze, knowing that any motion might attract the attention of this large predator. But
the predator wasn't even looking in his direction. Instead, it was rubbing a huge
boner -- at least as big as Saul's whole body -- into the dark fur on it's chest. Under
the table, with its other hand, it supported gigantic testicles against the force of
gravity.
Tim had been hung, but even he was nothing like this. Saul shivered with excitement
as he shrank, seeing Scott's temptation swelling before his eyes.