Andy's Origins - Part 7 (Patreon)

DING!

The doorbell rang throughout the entire home. Inside the bedroom, a massive orange fox slowly opened his eyes. He groaned deeply as he steadily began to sit upright… His vision rising higher and higher, the bedframe groaned sharply with every inch of movement. Damn. He grew tonight. A lot. 

The herculean fox took a short moment just to take in this new sensation; every fiber of his brawn felt heavier. His arms heftier, his pecs fuller, his glutes simply more massive! His legs spilled over the end of the mattress onto the floor below, his soles touching the carpeted ground. “Fuck yeah..” was all he spoke in a low but powerful rumble. Time to get up now. 

He planted his two overgrown paws beside the bedframe, (the lumber of which was bent and cracked irreparably due to the absurd load on top), and got up wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight, bursting boxer shorts and a deep grin. His head rose high, higher, past his own eyelevel from just some hours ago, and settled inches away from the 10 foot tall ceiling! 

DING!

Outside the front door stood a feline delivery driver, 6 feet tall and just wanting to get to the next drop off location. While he was usually boasting a confident stature, the more noises came from the inside of the house, the more hair would stand up on the back of his neck. A deep “BE RIGHT THERE!!” rattled the windows, accompanied by heavy, rhythmic thuds and chuckles. 

His heart would stop when the door opened eventually and he was greeted by a mountain of muscle, powerful and long legs carrying a meaty torso beyond comprehension.. he was met face to face with a wall of perfectly sculpted abs, the top of the doorway would conceal his chest, shoulder and face! 

Andy felt the seams of his shorts straining as he began to hunch down, his incredible hamstrings ballooning in size. Finally, kneeling on one knee, his gaze met the person responsible for waking him up… his head still standing taller than the felines!

The delivery driver simply stood there, mouth agape, holding out the parcel. Andrew savored the moment, grinning from ear to ear. “Fuck, i’m huge!” he thought to himself, his blood rushing down south. He hummed as his shorts pressed into his swelling bulge, low rrripppss breaking the silence. He would never grow tired from this. 

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Just an hour later, Andy ventured to the place where it all began. Dr. Garte’s laboratory. Inside the box he had found, alongside a few custom made garments, an invitation. The scientist had seen videos on social media the evening before, of a humongous fox at a frat party… His experiment yielded unexpected results.

Just walking there was already an exhilarating trip! His long legs carried him way farther than he was used to, and not a single person reached his chest! When waiting at red lights, he made sure to stand extra close to any pedestrians. Peering over his jutting chest came natural to him, as if being heads and shoulders above everyone was the actual natural state of his existence. The way he was meant to be. A giant...

“You’ve shot up to ten feet and two inches.” Dr. Garte spoke with a shaky voice. Andy snapped back to reality - he was laying on the floor of the office getting various measurements done. He was way too big for the low 9 foot ceilings of the office - or his own 10 foot ceilings at home now. His massive bulge twitched in realization. He was becoming a real life giant!