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It was slight at first, only one of his arms seemingly filled out the sleeve of his outfit better than it used to. He found it a bit odd, though upgrading it to 'rather bizarre' when his other arm did the same thing. In a panic, he bolted upright, swiftly giving him a view to see the rest of him begin bulging out with sumptuous heft. It must've been a dream, he thought, but he couldn't remember the last time he had such a vivid dream.

Determining that it was real took no time at all as a quick grasp of his burgeoning chest revealed how awake he actually was. Truth be told, he honestly didn't mind the abrupt changes right off of the bat. It wasn't exactly what he'd ever wanted out of himself, but too often he'd gone ignored or been dismissed by people bigger than he was. That'd be hard to accomplish now with the addition of dozens of pounds of musculature, regardless of how little had been tacked onto his body.

He didn't stay like that for long, of course. Another wave of growth hit him out of nowhere, this time stronger. In an instant, he felt his pecs bloat outwards with every breath that he took, shocking him to see how they jutted out around a foot from his chest. His arms followed suit, the ropey appearance they once had disappearing as corded muscle caked his limbs, thickening dramatically to the point that his biceps reached split-peak status.

Nick's shoulders widened, much to his shock, though he realized the purpose when the accumulation of mass skyrocketed. His neck swelled with delicious bulk, his traps flanking on either side and giving him a powerful visage as they rose to the base of his ears. The broadening of his frame allowed his chest to erupt in a display of masculinity unseen by the eyes of anyone working at the station, blimping outwards by magnitudes as his swollen pectorals entered his field of view. His heart nearly beat out of his chest at the changes; everything was happening so fast!

Like his front, his back exploded with beef, the mildly-toned musculature blowing up to grotesque proportions as the difference between his mountainous peaks and valleys fiercely surged. The hilly muscle groups bulged as muscle mass piled on, stretching out his uniform top until it couldn't take anymore and shredded in line with his spine. Alarm bells rang out when the growth didn't stop there as his lats expanded to the point where they made him brush up against the sides of door frames, giving him a winglike appearance when lifting his arms that would make birds envious.

In order to house all this unfathomable size, his trunk widened like phantom forces had gripped either side and gradually tugged, forcing him wider than he'd ever thought possible on a fox like him. He could feel the chair that he sat on start to shrink in comparison to his expansion, the back rest almost not even covering half of his torso now. His arms hung at an ever-increasing angle as they were driven away from his sides by all of his swelling beef. More and more he grew, his ballooning muscle mass creaked his frame ever so much-

The sight of his billowing enormity caused him to miss all of the squealing that the cheap plastic chair cried out into the room, signaling its failure as he crashed to the polished floor below. It stunned him momentarily before he collected his bearings and noticed how the impact didn't slow down his growth in the slightest.

Despite being what supported him, his lower half hadn't received any of the size that filled out his form. That was about to change, however, as he saw the same development hit his relatively-slim legs. What were once thighs cultivated through years of walking throughout the city flourished into rippling bunches of beef, lightly striated and capable of crushing whatever was put between them. As if to demonstrate his newfound might, the legs to his pants split down the middle as they failed to contain the swelling muscle mass held within. It seemed like he blinked and no longer had a uniform to wear.

More and more Nick's legs burst through the confines of his pants, the weakened material ripping even further as even his calves got in on the action. Both parts of his outfit lay on the ground around him in messy piles of fabric confetti, completely shredded to hundreds, if not thousands, of pieces. The only article of clothing left on his body was his progressively tightening briefs. He hoped that was the end of his expansion as he had nothing else to keep him decent.

Of course, he kept growing; he knew deep down that he wasn't done yet in spite of what he wished for.

Like the rest of his lower half, his ass positively ballooned outwards, whatever growth catalyst inside of him swelling his glutes past even the proportions of the largest of species. The dimpled globes flexed in response to the sudden surging in size, causing a blush to grace his face as it surprised him how pleasurable the action actually was. It would be the last time that he sat on any of the chairs in the station as he was easily heavy enough to crush anything not sufficiently rated to support a bull elephant.

Already on the verge of tearing asunder, his briefs held out as long as they could, stretching as far as the material would allow until the most astonishing thing of all took place - his cock grew like the rest of him did. He did his absolute best to stay as flaccid as possible, and yet it still wasn't enough to save his underwear. His swelling foxhood obliterated the fabric like punching through tissue paper, the remnants of the garment in tattered heaps below him as his endowment dominated his attention.

Nick struggled not to let his engorging shaft get the better of him, but the sensation of it swelling even beyond what he'd seen in the station's communal showers filled him with a feeling of unwanted pride. He couldn't stop it from fattening in his grasp despite his best efforts otherwise, though he felt that handling his billowing meatlog was probably the worst way that he could've dealt with it.

And what would an imposing obelisk of a cock be without a set of kneeknocker orbs to go along with it? His testicles bloated with rich, potent foxbatter, aching to be released at once. He'd edged himself plenty of times when relieving pent-up tension, but nothing could've prepared him for the arousal welling up inside of his very being. His body shifted to rutting mode without a second thought, his rod engorged with blood and throbbing in sync with his heart beat, wanting to let his inhibitions go.

So he did. With a cry of relief, his cumpipe bulged out with fresh seed and sent it spraying across the room, painting the far wall and floor leading up to it in an off-white that collected in a pool of hot, musky jizz. He moaned, embarrassed at how much he loved such a life-changing event, completely helpless to the effects of his hormones raging through his system.

The biggest orgasm that he'd ever had left him a sputtering mess of emotions that rampaged through him. He couldn't think straight during the afterglow, nor could he even manage to keep his eyes open after exhaustion hit him like a truck. He faded in and out of consciousness. His vision went blurry, fading quickly to black in spite of him attempting to stay awake - going, going, gone when his head finally hit the floor. He was out like a light.