Andy's Origins - Part 8 (Patreon)

Doctor Garte was many things. Not only was he an innovative genius, capable of coming up with ways to reconstruct an anthros DNA, but also a calculated mind preparing and always predicting what’s happening next.

So, when he first started his project, he ordered a bunch of custom extra-extra large items of clothing. (His personal tastes have been obviously influencing some of the decisions…) 

Beeping in the corner was the trusty computer the scientist would use to chart the results of his newest experiments. How big could someone get with his modified gene therapy? 

Twelve feet in height, 750 pounds of body weight, according to the simulations. Those simulations included a myriad of extensive variables and modifiers that could skew any result - those twelve feet were the absolute maximum one could reach after months of treatment.

Andy was nearing this benchmark. Rapidly. (Unbeknownst to them, he had already surpassed the 750 pound mark, weighing in at a staggering 763 lbs of beef and bone.) The fox grinned down at the frantically moving Dr. Garte, who was trying to come up with explanations as to why his simulations failed. He punched in new numbers and variables into his computer code, refining it towards a model that supports Andy’s growth spurts.

“I have to admit, you have been showing more extreme results than I could have ever foreseen. But I will find out what is causing this and we will find a solution..!”

“A solution?” Andy asked in a deep grumble, down at the sweating scientist. 

“You do realize you can’t exactly force me to undergo anything that would stop this…”

Doctor Garte replied, shakingly: “Yes, I know. But You have to understand, what might feel good to you know might carry serious consequences down the line. We have to expect a slight probability of deformations, harmful growths or other malformations developing over time. But I do notice that you’ve become quite fond of your new size.”

Before Andy had a chance to reply, the computer beeped loudly. The new simulation came in.

The overgrown foxes eyes grew wide as he saw the number “132” plop up on the screen. 

A hundred-and-thirty feet… over a hundred feet of herculean muscle beast! He could crush cars under his paws, he could - he could - 

Meanwhile, the scientist's face blanched completely. He could not utter a single word. These were the most conservative estimates.

“Holy fuck.” 

Andy finally noticed a small but crucial detail. The symbol “M” behind his soon-to-be stats. 

It’s in metric. 132 meters are roughly 433 feet. 

Skyscraper sized. 

Earth shattering. 

After taking this new information in for a moment, the future titan decided to leave his shocked buddy by himself and instead go home, enjoy himself and introduce the world to its new wonder later. 

A real life giant. 

Unbeknownst to him, meters would have been indicated by a lowercase “m”. The screen displayed the uppercase version. 

Miles.

A hundred and thirty two miles of titanic fox were in the world's future - and this would not be the last time the predictions would be way off.

As Andy got up, and up, his scalp pressing firmly against the 10 foot ceiling, his huge member throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. The struggle of getting through the shrunken doorway was already incredibly hot! The fact that he had grown another two inches and gained an extra 32 pounds was just the cherry on top. 

He enjoyed his walk back home. His long strides carried him faster than he could have anticipated , whereas his clothes grew tighter and tighter, until they left nothing left for the imagination. That morning, the murmurs began spreading of a massive fox in town towering above even the tallest men. The biggest guys would have maybe reached his belly button if they stood with an excellent posture next to the gargantuan. 

Not that that would last long, anyhow. 

Andy kept flexing his muscles and compared his size next to his surroundings. One look at the huge apartment complexes was enough to send him snickering. How tall were they? 100 feet? Soon enough that would be his knee level, he thought to himself. 

All of this really started to get the huge vulpine worked up. Immediately after getting home, he ripped the tight shreds of fabric off of his bulk and started massaging his half hard cock. Not even at full mast, it seemed to stretch a good deal over a foot long of manhood, with extra girth to compliment his virility. Just squeezing himself back inside made him start leaking pre, his bulk must have swelled larger just being outside. 

Indeed, he surpassed 10’7” and 830 pounds of muscle - and every savory touch on his sensitive member brought him closer towards another colossal growth spurt…

Andy began growling loudly, his teeth clenched shut. “Mmhh… Fuck, more!”  “MORE!!” 

Just as the warm sensation of his mass expanding started spreading through his body, something interrupted him.

KNOCK KNOCK

Someone’s fists thundered on his front door.