Andy's Origins - Part 3 (Patreon)

The day after. Yesterday, there had been little change to Andy’s tender frame. Today, though?

It certainly felt different. Has he gotten.. Heavier? 

Was this hope, or just delusion? No. Whatever it was, right now, he could not stop wearing the biggest smile! 

He tugged at the tightened collar of his white shirt. The hem stopped earlier on his body than it used to, exposing some of his belly. The belly that now sported a hint of abdominal muscles!

“Yes, yes!”, the fox cheered. “It’s really happening!” 

He held his arms in front of him. Hints of a developed biceps and triceps peeked under his skin, and could this be a vein starting to sneak up the muscle? 

Pure euphoria spread through his body as he jolted up. This was for real! 

He almost felt dizzy as he got up, his vision rising a little more than it should. His bedroom mirror confirmed the suspicions, the fox inside the reflection was certainly more of a man than Andy used to be! 

A few days prior. He had marked his height on the mirror’s epoxy frame. 

He was now staring directly at that mark, making his eye level stand at a 5’8”. His actual height he’d measure at a solid 6 foot! That’s a 4 inch difference in 8 hours! 

Andy was delighted. He remembered what Dr. Garte said that it would ramp up with time. At that rate, he’ll be 6’4” by evening at least! The morning after he’d have to be taller than 6’8”. God, and this was supposed to last multiple days? 

Andy raced to the bathroom to check his weight on the scale. He went from 164lbs to 180lbs in a single night. And some of it was certainly nothing but pure muscle! He started to imagine himself in a few days.

Maybe he’d finally be a jacked 6’10” tower of muscle staring down on his friends who dared to stand taller than him. Maybe even an impossible 7’2” where everyday doorways would already pose challenges to such an impressive stature. 

But that was not enough. He continued dwelling on those fantasies, as he felt something in his pants to start stirring…

An 8’6” tank causing heads to turn wherever he ventured. 

A 10’7” behemoth crushing every weightlifting world record without breaking a sweat. 

The member between his legs certainly felt enlarged as well - proportional to his new frame. 

He imagined himself as a 37 foot tall hunk crushing cars beneath his feet like empty soda cans. 

A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt a warm tingle spread throughout his body. 

The bathroom mirror reflected something nothing short of extraordinary: the foxes muscles were visibly expanding. Muscles inflating, a ridge between his pecs forming. Was he dreaming? Was he even supposed to gain muscle mass at all? 

He imagined himself growing to a staggering 70 feet tall. 120. A colossal 200 feet of fox - but that was not enough. 

While his hands were still softly caressing the vulpine shaft, he stepped onto the scale once again. The needle instantly settled on 188 pounds, but it ever so slightly kept creeping up. 188.5 pounds. 189…

This was really happening! He could not contain himself, he had never expected results to be this sort of immediate. 

“Unfff-” He burrowed his brows as he reached an euphoric peak. His height exploded up to an noteable 6’2”. 

He growled in a deeper tone than what was usual for him: “Yess, yesss! Hmmfff-” A copious white torrent left his throbbing shaft. Huff. He stared at his reflection in the mirror as singular ropes of seed spurted against the ceramic tiles.

And this was just the beginning.