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Reaching for the Moon

For Etherious01

By Draconicon

Fox McCloud had not had a good day. Though he was recovering, the stabbing pain from the serum that had been injected into him on their last ground-side mission still left him with an ache in his chest, one that had refused to go down despite all medical treatment. The fox laid in his bed in his quarters, groaning under his breath every time that he shifted position, feeling the heat in his arm and chest pulsing with his heartbeat.

"Well...that's a lesson for me. Don't let 'em get close enough to stab me with a needle..."

He took a deep breath, let it out, and immediately regretted it. The fox rolled onto his side ever so slowly, trying to keep the worst of it off, and looked up towards the wall of his chambers. There was a window, currently darkened to try and allow him some sleep, but he knew that it was serving no purpose like that.

Maybe a little fresh air might help, he thought. They had made planetfall, after all, and the Great Fox was getting repaired at the moment. He could probably use it. And it might even help, rather than the stale, recycled air that the ship continued to use on a regular basis.

He reached out for the remote that controlled the various machines in the room, and looked for the button that opened the window.

"Bed massage...lights...computer...shower..."

There it was. He tapped the button, and the window's opacity slowly faded. At first, there was just a hint of starlight coming through, and he smiled to himself at the view. It was the same as what it would have been in space, though without the complete clarity of the vacuum of the void. On planets, there was still some distortion, but it did have a better effect. Not so cold to look at.

He pressed another button, and the window slid open. A bit of silvery light came with it, flooding into the room. For a moment, the heat in his chest and his arm burned hotter, and he groaned, wondering if he was having some sort of reaction to the planet's air.

Then the moonlight touched him, and things got...weird.

As soon as the silver light bathed his leg, he arched his back against his bed. The sudden hit of pain and strange pleasure shocked him so much that he rolled right back onto his side, and almost off of the bed. Only a sudden grip on the edge of it kept him from falling all the way, and he shuddered, panting and gasping for breath as the heat that had been limited to his upper body began to surge through him.

"Nnngh...what...what's happening..."

He shivered, beads of sweat popping out along his forehead as he tried to pull himself upright. It was nearly impossible, everything shaking. He felt the pulsing heat running down his legs, hitting the ends of his toes and then rebounding back up him. Every time that pulse came up his spine, hitting his head, he swore that things got tighter, hotter, almost like he was having some sort of fever.

He stood, and then slumped forward against the wall, his hands spread out in front of him. Everything felt so tight, so wrong, so hot. His jumpsuit and jacket felt like it was pressing down on him from all sides, like it was trying to choke him. The fox reached down, trying to fumble with the buttons -

"Wh...what the...what the hell?"

Looking down at his hand, he could see that something had changed. His hands were...bigger. Not huge, not grotesque, but bigger, as were his arms, and his shoulders, and everything else. The fabric of his shirt under his jacket was already stretched to the limits, his muscles showing through at every inch, and he could see that it had risen a good few inches from where it had met at his pants. Now, his stomach was out in the open, and it, too, had somehow gained muscle.

This was impossible, yet as another pulse, and then another rippled through him, he knew that it was not only possible, but happening. He panted for breath, feeling like his insides were on fire, like heat and tongues of flame were coursing through his veins. The moonlight on him was adding to it, making his fur feel like it was exposed to a hot sun rather than a cool moon.

The first rip burst across his chest as he grew again, the seams along his shoulders splitting and then spreading down along back afterwards. Fox yelped as he felt himself surge upwards, almost bumping his head along the ceiling of his room, and had to duck down as yet another pulse hit him. He grew, and grew, his shoulders pressing against the top of the room as his clothes strained to contain him.

The straining, of course, was getting more and more painful with how large his body was getting. Everything was too big to be held inside of his clothes, and the extreme nature of the transformation - and the sheer strength of the various clothing materials - was making sure that they stayed whole well beyond where they should have.

Suddenly, his boots ripped, his paws breaking through toe by toe. The claws along his toes scraped against the metal floor, pushing forward bit by bit, until he could almost swear that he could cover half of his bed with his new paws.

Looking down at himself, he wondered how long his pants could last. They were pressed so tightly to him that he swore that they looked more like a speedo than pants, having been pulled tight to his body. The back had almost been swallowed up into his ass, and the front barely contained what had been a modest-sized crotch. He tried to claw at it, hoping that he could get free before it cut off circulation completely, but his jacket still contained his arms, holding them almost straight out from how small and tight it had become across his shoulders.

"Gotta...gotta get...out...before it...breaks me."

Another pulse, another, another, his body growing bigger and bigger. He already had to hunch forward to avoid sending his head through the roof, but he was getting so big that he was forced to squat down, sitting down on his heels. Even then, his head grazed the ceiling, and he could feel the floor buckling beneath him. The quarters were not designed to hold this sheer weight, and he knew it was only a matter of time before -

CRACK!

The metal bent and then tore under him, breaking out like wet paper under his weight. He fell, slamming into the next deck, and the next, before coming to a halt inside of the cargo bay. Fox groaned, rolling on his side as he felt several crates shattering under him, but the pulsing was only getting worse.

RIIIIIIP!

Clothes were ripping all over him, breaking down along his sides and his butt and his crotch. His sheath finally flopped out, his sack doing the same as he stood up once more. As he pushed himself to his feet again, he realized that he was so big that he could have pinned his old self down under his paw, and still had room left over.

Oh gods...oh gods, what's going on...

Completely naked and with a way out, Fox ran for the gangplank that led off of the Great Fox before he could do more damage to the large ship, He stumbled, almost falling flat on his face as he grew again, multiple feet of height pushing him up. By the time that he reached the gangplank, he was almost too large to leave the ship.

Shouts from his crewmates echoed towards him, trying to get his attention, but he didn't dare stop. What if he got even bigger? What if he got so large that he could squish them under his feet, and did it by accident?

What if...

What if he wanted to?

The feeling hit him hard, a need to show off how big he had become, but he tried to push it down. There was something seriously wrong with him, something that was messing with his head as well as his body. He knew that much, knew that he had to do something to push the transformation down. He had to ignore it, do something to hold himself together, but...but how was he supposed to do that when he was this big, and had changed this much?

He looked down at himself, slowly standing to full height, and realized that he'd become almost as tall as the Great Fox's engines. He was utterly immense, and still growing. His sheath and cock had grown harder, too, pushing forward and getting bigger. If his body had grown massive, they had grown humongous, just a little too big to be entirely in proportion with the rest of him. That meant...

That meant that his cock was as big as an Arwing. The idea of his dick being as big as the spaceship that he had been flying around in was beyond his imagination, and yet, there it was, real and true right in front of him.

How? he wondered again. How the hell...

It didn't matter how. He had to get out of there. He had to get somewhere where people weren't staring at him, where there wasn't a risk of destroying them, or of...of giving into the temptation of showing off.

His cock throbbed, hard, begging him to show off his body, begging him to stay where he was to let everyone come over and see how massive and huge he'd become. His body wanted him to let everyone see the giant that he'd become, to see -

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

Fox moaned, the next bit of growth hitting him hard as he moved up along the side of the ship. His hand on the engines went from being near his shoulder to near his ribs, and then all the way down to his hips. The top of the ship, the cockpit, was soon shorter than he was, barely even at his shoulder, and he was growing, still.

The naked fox looked down, saw his wingmates. They were staring up at him like he was some sort of freak, and he knew that he was. He didn't know just where on him they were looking, but staring they were, and they didn't look away as he turned to look down at them, baring his cock.

Falco, Slippy, and Peppy all stared at him, and...and he got harder.

He got hornier.

And he got bigger.

As he soared upwards, he moaned, his hands grabbing at his cock and finally giving into the pleasure and pressure to enjoy himself. He was a giant...and that meant that all eyes should be on him...and everyone should want to stare at him...

He needed to get bigger...but how?

The End