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Warning: This story contains growth, muscle growth, cock growth, butt growth, hyper phallic proportions, macro, male-on-male, male-on-male-on-male, clothes ripping, oral, anal, hotdogging and so many fluids! Also, magic!

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Growth in the Woods, by DragonMasterX.

Ichigo was skimming through an old tome while sipping on his morning coffee. He had gotten the book off a shady online bookstore a few days ago, and had been surprised when saw the delivery van stopping by the previous day.

"It's in pretty good condition for having been in the hands of someone who clearly didn't know what they were parting with..." the young fox smirked, waving his finger in the air to magically turn the pages, stopping when his azure eyes read the 'Hexes' title.

Sorcerers like Ichigo were uncommon, and he recognized genuine articles when he saw them. Those that had not been born with magic in their blood could never begin to read the special characters that revealed the rest of the text on the parchment. Interested in one hex in particular, he physically tapped the page where the ritual's descriptions began and dragged his finger down. "Oh wow! I actually have everything I need for this little number right in this bedroom... fabulous."

Set up took only a few minutes thanks to the help of a few handy levitation spells; most of it being clearing out his desk. Ichigo didn't have pig wax candles, so he replaced those with a couple of lime berry scented candles he had yet to use. The closed bedroom's light switch went down, only the lit wicks at each side of the young sorcerer's vanity's desk ensuring the space wasn't completely dark.

Grabbing a piece of paper and his antique fountain pen, Ichigo deposited them before the mirror before setting his soft rump on the chair. Looking over his reflection, he smiled and shot a wink at his own reflection; the shoulder-length blue haired, orange furred fox in the reflection was eager to mimic his actions. He crossed a blue-tipped leg over the other, bringing his likewise blue-tipped forearm up to idly stroke at his blue chin in deep thought. "Am I going through with this? It's been ages since I've tried anything more complex than making a book follow me around or turn its pages by itself..." he chuckled to himself.

"It'll be fun." Ichigo said to himself to convince himself, clapped his blue paws together to psych himself up and went through the ritual in his head one last time. "Focus, mentalize, open conduit... Oh whoops." He stopped, reached for the pen he had brought to the vanity and began scribbling a name on the piece of paper before folding it. "Break condition first. Alright..." he inhaled, closed his eyes and began to focus.

Ichigo put his mind to work on imagining what he wanted, and the person he wanted to involve. The fox wanted attention from his roommate, and his picturesque personality had yet to make a significant impact - blasphemy in Ichigo's own words - so this hex was going to have to do.

Slowly, the fox breathed out. His ears folded back as the magical conduits in his body opened to allow a specific kind of magic energy seep through. This was represented by the blue tip of Ichigo's inwards-curved tail suddenly lighting up like the Kitsune of legend. Like a sapphire torch, Ichigo's tail brightly illuminated the room. The paper slipped off the desk and flew into the air, dancing for a few seconds in the air currents before getting sucked up by the blue flame at Ichigo's tail tip, where it was consumed by the fire. He inhaled again, this time a purple shine materializing right in front of his face before the light was drawn into Ichigo through his mouth. He immediately began to gag.

"Gaugh...! Ack!" Ichigo's eyes opened violently as he coughed. "Ooof. That tasted horrible," he stuck his tongue out with a wince, glaring at the candles burning at his sides. "Should've gone for the lavender ones... lime berry. What was I thinking? Mmmph. Well... how am I feeling now?" he asked and checked himself out in the mirror. "Criminally handsome, I'd say. But no different yet... Oh well."

First, Ichigo stretched back and then he put out the scented candles. He got off the chair, his tail having gone out at the end of the hex ritual, and went to get dressed. His stomach was telling him to go get breakfast. "It's not like a little magic ever hurt anybody..."

Daylight gradually was starting to become scarce on the daily. Temperatures still raged and the lines for public pools weren't getting any smaller yet. Summer was not over yet.

Nearl couldn't have chosen a more perfect day to have an ice-cream. The skies were beautiful and tourists were densely packed at the aforementioned pools or the coast side to be littering the streets with their obnoxiousness, evoking an air of peace and quiet. That's why Nearl was so taken aback when he saw a small multitude stampeding down in the opposite direction he was headed to.

Hands tightened protectively around his ice-cream cone, Nearl coiled his tail around himself to avoid tripping anybody. The burly cyan creature wasn't worried about being trampled by any of those mad dashers, but he wasn't convinced he'd be able to protect his cold treat from a harsh enough impact to knock it off his hands. "What the heck is going on? Are they handing out cash?" he asked aloud, holding his free hand in front of his cone while turning his head around, beady black eyes blinking rapidly in confusion.

Nobody stopped to answer. One of the pedestrians was screaming some obscenity or another Nearl couldn't make out properly. The shared look of concern on their faces tipped him off that it wasn't good news they were running towards, but bad news they were running from. Soon enough, strong vibrations which shook the sidewalk under Nearl's gave him a better idea of what was going on.

Vibrations turned to tremors as their source drew closer. An especially powerful disturbance sent the cyan seal drake stumbling forwards, forcing him to drive his fist into the closest wall to catch himself from falling. "Aw damnit." Nearl briefly pouted. In his recovery he realized he was now holding an empty wafer cone. However, that was truly the least of his worries as it quickly became evident when he experienced a sudden lack of sunlight even though he was sure wasn't much later than noon.

And with but one glance at the city skyline, Nearl saw it: Eclipsing the very Sun yet blacked out into a vaguely vulpine silhouette, a macro had just made a seat out of four whole blocks. The treat-deprived lug felt himself tense up and tingle all over. It brought him no confusion to be immediately drawn to the imposing size of that inopportune giant; he loved big things after all. And yet Nearl still found himself shocked. "How did I not see this guy coming?" he asked himself, wonder if stealthy giants were even a thing.

Nearl could see the rise of that giant fox's knees coming up above most buildings on both sides, practically encroaching an entire area between a colossal pair of legs. He couldn't stop staring straight ahead though, as he immediately took note of a huge paw raising in the air, above the giant's head, gesturing with a wiggle of the fingers. The cyan hybrid found himself taken aback, scanning the area while trying to figure out where that greeting was being aimed at.

"Oh honey." A somewhat familiar, high-pitched although distorted voice sent a chill up Nearl's spine. The finger wiggling had turned into a giant index dipping with the fingertip pointed straight down at Nearl himself. "You didn't think I'd be putting on a show for anybody other than you, mm?" the giant sang out, almost giggling while curling his closed fist back. Then, the macro started leaning forwards, further looming over the streets the comparatively tiny seal drake was at. "I don't wanna be too forwards, big guy. But you'll understand if I just go ahead and drop what's weighing on me down by you, right? Hehe!"

Nearl's eyes bulged when he saw where the vulpine giant's paw was. He followed the lewd movements as that flamboyant macro stretched his busy arm out, his paw abandoning its support of quite the hefty-looking tool. With a tremendously huge phallic shape coming down at him, all Nearl could do was brace for impact as everything went black.

"BWAH...!" Nearl cried out, bolting up from his bed and sending the covers flying. "What the heck...? A dream?" the cyan hybrid brought a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, feeling his heart still racing. "More like a nightmare..." he mumbled tiredly at the end, letting his muscular body hit the mattress again with a sigh.

Checking his phone for the time, Nearl saw it was no later than 8am on a holiday. There was no point in getting up early, certainly not because of a silly dream. However, a singing voice pierced his internal ears like a drill through glass. "You awake, muffin? I'm making breakfast for twoooo!"

Rubbing on his eyes, Nearl lifted his brows and scrunched them together, trying to get himself properly awake. He considered playing dumb and acting like he was still asleep, but his rumbling stomach gave him pause. Work schedule made certain habits hard to break even on days off, and breakfast sounded good when he didn't have to prepare it himself. "Coming!" he finally announced before finally climbing out of bed.

Nearl and his roommate lived in a fairly sized two-bedroom apartment downtown. While looking for a place to share, this was the largest unit they had been able to afford. The bathroom and kitchen were a little cramped for an 8ft. beefcake like the dragon seal, but he didn't spend much time cooking; his roomie took care of it most of the time.

Since it wasn't a particularly big living room, as soon as Nearl stepped out guided by the scents of blueberry pancakes and coffee, he saw the morning-appointed chef setting the table. "Those look good, Ichigo." The hybrid said, reaching a thick arm around to scratch an itch on his shoulder as he approached the table, dumping himself on the nearest chair. Nearl had only bothered to put on his boxers, since mornings were still too hot. His broad chested, musclebound torso was in full display.

"Morning to you too, you oaf." Ichigo sneered as he unloaded pancakes straight from the pan and into Nearl's plate, finishing a fat quadruple stack. He lightly swatted the beefy lug's snout with the teflon spatula.

"Sorry, g'morning." Nearl corrected himself with a lightly annoyed rub at his twitching nose.

A cute light-blue rimmed white apron was covering the fox's simple outfit: A plain white tee with an indigo pair of booty shorts. "Oh, but you're such a snack, coming here all underdressed like that. I guess I'll have to forgive you!" Ichigo grinned, turning around and walking back into the kitchen with noticeable gate and a swish of his hips. "Don't start without me, okay? Be right back!" he sang.

Nearl grumbled a little, more annoyed by the swat than captivated by his vulpine roomie's antics; the latter's advances usually falling on utterly clueless ears and eyes. However, there was something that caught Nearl's attention. "Does he always wear that apron so tight?" he asked himself, but as soon as Ichigo vanished into the kitchen, hungry beady eyes returned to the plattered pancake stack. A thick cyan tail thumped onto the floor impatiently.

"Uh oh! I guess someone woke up famished, mm?" Ichigo chirped from the kitchen, easily able to pick up the noise Nearl was inadvertently making. "Almost ready big guy. Getting my own plate ready and the coffee. Just gotta take off my..." Ichigo's paused, following with a small grunt that made Nearl tilt his head in confusion. "Hmph. This apron's on tighter than I remember!"

A satisfied smirk drew itself on Nearl's face as he became convinced he hadn't been imagining things. "Maybe you should hold off on some of those pancakes. I can take half of yours!"

The most melodramatic gasp escaped from the kitchen all of a sudden. "You did _not_just call me fat, honey. I'm at my best weight since ever, I'll have you know! Nnghh..." The grunting continued, making Nearl chuckle to himself. But that chuckle soon mellowed out when Ichigo emerged from the kitchen, apron still on, carrying the coffee pot in one hand and his own plate of pancakes on the other.

"Want some help with that?" Nearl asked, already about to shuffle off his seat while Ichigo set his plate down. Instead of helping though, all Nearl did was get pushed back down by the fox.

"So sweet of you," the blue haired fox chuckled, leaning in to pour coffee on his roommate's" mug, looking like genuine vintage deli waitress. "But I don't mind eating with it on. Tight or no, I rock this apron, don't I darling?" he rhetorically asked while sauntering over to his own seat, pouring his own cup to get started.

Nearl regretted offering his aid. Everything seemed to be an opportunity to flirt with that guy. However, there was no question the smell of fresh coffee and those mouth-watering pancakes were making Ichigo tolerable that morning. Half-way into the meal though, when Nearl had already polished his plate, the big lug started taking notice of something peculiar about Ichigo. He had only heard the fox complain about it but now he could plainly see that the apron was looking tight, uncomfortably so. It didn't seem to be bothering Ichigo, but it was concerning Nearl. "Why did you tie it so tight, you goof? Let me untie it for you."

"Oh," a surprised Ichigo perked up, his cheeks stuffed with pancakes so he had to cover his mouth to speak a hurried: "If you insist." And then spun to one side, exposing his slender back.

As soon as Nearl got behind Ichigo to start undoing the apron's knot, he quickly took note that the straps were digging down on the fox's shoulders. Raising an eyebrow, the hybrid asked: "Doesn't it hurt?"

After taking a swig of coffee to chase those pancakes, Ichigo purred: "It always hurts to be this beautiful, hon. It's like a curse, I tell you."

Nearl flat stared in disbelief, "The apron straps." Rolling his eyes, Nearl decided to ignore Ichigo's self-aggrandizing talk and focused on the task at hand. But it was starting to get bothersome, not because of his roomie's oversized ego, but the fact every time Nearl got close to loosening that knot, it seemed to snap back to tautness. "What the hell...?" he mumbled in frustration as his fingers slipped off the cloth straps off the fox's vibrating back. "Will you quit squirming?"

Ichigo's tone of voice appeared offended. "I'm not moving an inch! Something the matter, dumpling? Early Parkinson's onset is no joke..."

"It's not my fingers!" Nearl raised his voice, "It's like the straps are getting pushed as I try to pull them, almost as if..." a shiver went up the hybrid's spine as he heard the noise of fabric stretching.

"Ooof, it's getting a little stuffy in here," Ichigo casually complained while reaching up to tug at the collar of his shirt and apron at the same time, "Mind opening one of the windows? Maybe I gulped the coffee too fast, but I'm feeling so warm all of a sudden..."

Before Nearl could respond to Ichigo's request or continue working on the apron, the fox let out a soft moan while sitting up particularly straight. Nearl pulled back in surprise, watching Ichigo's apron straining on its own, getting pushed out by his swelling back until the fabric started to tear. With Ichigo's head rising higher throughout the process, Nearl realized the fox was growing taller and as a result bigger everywhere else, unable to be properly contained by his already tight apron.

"Ahhh!" whined the vulpine as the shoulder straps finally snapped. All the paralyzed Nearl could do was watch as the orange and blue fox inched upwards. Ichigo was throbbing before every swelling inch tightened his outfit around his larger body. Fortunately for the fox's wardrobe however, the process extended for only a few more seconds before leaving Ichigo just a few inches over six and a half feet tall. "Ahhh..." panted Ichigo, as if coming down from an orgasmic high.

"What the hell...?" Nearl brought a couple fingers to rub at the bridge of his nose, scrunching up his brow before reopening his beady eyes to get a good look at his roomie. Ichigo's behind was filling out his chair, his shorts riding up over his thighs and bunching up around his groin. His chest and arms became marked thanks to the two-sizes-too-small shirt he now was wearing. The strap-broken apron looked about ready to burst at the middle thanks to how tight it was tied. In fact, Nearl immediately saw Ichigo struggling to breathe, helplessly pointing at his own back with a pleading expression.

"Help...!" Ichigo managed to breathe out. The fox heard Nearl let out a small groan of frustration before a single sharp claw finally hooked on the knot at the fox's back and shredded it. With a thankful exhale, Ichigo's stomach catapulted the released apron through the air before he launched himself forwards. Fortunately, the fox's hands and knees found purchase on the floor. "Gak... Thanks. But did you have to shred it? That was my favorite cooking apron, you know!"

Twitching an eye in annoyance, Nearl quietly moved next to his grounded roomie and impatiently lifted him up by the scruff of his neck, holding him even at his new height off the floor. "What did you do?"

Ichigo was already smiling, the apron forgotten to the sands of time. "Took you a while to notice! Yes. I changed my conditioner. Hair looks divine, doesn't it?" The fox flamboyantly bounced a bundle of his blue hair over his palm, "Does it smell like coconut? The label said..."

"Not that." Nearl intercepted, putting his free hand on his hips while tapping his foot on the floor. There was no humor in the seal dragon's stare. "Quit playing dumb. What. Did. You. Do?"

Busted, thought Ichigo, but that didn't let him drop his confident façade. "Oh, just a little experiment."

"Little isn't what I'd call that," Nearl responded, "You just grew like a foot taller out of nowhere."

"Totally intentional, honey," Ichigo shrugged, proceeding with his explanation. "You remember the package I got last week? Those thigh highs took soooo long to get here, and they aren't even my size. So instead of returning them and waiting for weeks again... I figured I'd use magic to make myself bigger to fit them! Brilliant, isn't it?" he proudly smiled, yipping when Nearl suddenly let go of him and met the floor with a thud.

Left speechless for a moment, the hybrid rolled his eyes, "Can't say you don't think outside the box I guess."

Ichigo zipped up to his feet in an instant, "Aaaaand I'll show you! Right now. I bet they're a perfect fit now!"

"Wait, no, I don't..." Nearl began to raise his hands in defense, already feeling awkward at the idea of watching his roomie model some clothes. But before Nearl could even finish waving with his open palms, Ichigo had already bolted in the direction of his bedroom, leaving a dejected Nearl to sigh.

Momentarily, Ichigo's bedroom door flew open with the fox bursting out dramatically. "Et voila...!" he exclaimed taking a long and deliberate step forwards to show off black, silky fabric running from his hind paws all the way up to his thighs. The ends of those leggings stopped just under the halfway point of Ichigo's well-toned thighs, the band snapping tightly while accentuating the spilling upper parts. Combined with briefs that left little to the imagination, the fox was looking quite provocative to say the least. "What do you thiiiink...?"

Nearl's cyan scales had begun turning red on his cheeks. He was trying all he could to avert his gaze. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Is that the end of it?" he paused and immediately added: "To the growth spell, I meant."

"Probably!" Ichigo replied matter-of-factly, inviting a skeptic look on Nearl's expression that was justified when the fox began to moan again following the unmistakable noise of fabric stretching. The fox had grown another two inches, now up to 6'7"; exceptionally tall for his species. "Oh my." He gasped, turning around and wagging his tail as he looked over at himself and how tightly his underwear and thigh highs were hugging him now. "Good thing it was two sizes too big."

"Please tell me you have this under control." Nearl demanded, starting to look less patient by the minute whereas the fox was starting to give him his worst innocent grin. "You dumbass. Don't tell me you have no control over your wizardry."

"Firstly, it's sorcery! I am a sorcerer, dear." Ichigo corrected, looking quite offended at first. Nearl rolled his eyes at the distinction he could not see or care about at the moment. "Secondly," Ichigo continued with two raised fingers, "That was only residual energy. The effect will pass eventually. And thirdly..." he began to smirk teasingly, "...what, are you afraid I might get a little too big for you, beefcake?"

Nearl was silent at first, lost in a not so distant memory of the now ominous feeling dream earlier in the morning. He shook his head at the possibility of things getting out hand so bad and turned his back on the cocky fox "Just don't bother me with your magic stuff, okay? I wanna have a nice day off."

Ichigo took the opportunity Nearl was giving his back to him to not even bother hiding his mischievous smile. "I'll be sure to make it the nicest."

A shiver climbed up Nearl's spine, but he didn't give Ichigo the satisfaction of watching him stop. He wanted to take a shower to cool off. "...great pancakes, by the way."

It was ten in the morning. One of Nearl's favorite way of spending a day off was catching up on his shows. Since they shared some interests, it wasn't odd for them to share the couch to watch streaming on their living room TV.

The guys on the screen were talking about unusual pizza toppings for a pizza which was wide enough to cover a dinner table. Nonsensical yet amusing plot that Nearl couldn't quite follow because his eyes kept wandering to the other side of the couch every few seconds.

At Nearl's behest, Ichigo had put something else over his underwear, but the short shorts to go with those thigh highs hadn't made the situation that much better. Bulging thigh meat at the empty space between both articles of clothing was a big distraction, and Ichigo knew it. In fact, he seemed insistent in putting himself on display with a new shirt loosely hanging off him, even after his growth spurt earlier.

"Did he buy those oversized clothes on purpose...? Damn." Nearl thought as he returned his eyes to the TV screen just as Ichigo stretched himself and those long legs. Nearl's size by default made it so that he occupied a fair amount of space from one end to the couch, but usually Ichigo's feet never came close to him. Now that Ichigo was understandably longer, it was easy for the fox to close the distance and poke him with his toes every so often. "Do you have something to say?" Nearl asked his insisting roomie.

"Can you pause it?" asked Ichigo who stretched his arms this time and let out a yawn, patting his stomach. "All this pizza talk's getting me peckish. I wanna get a snack."

"I'll get 'em," Nearl stood up after pausing the episode, ignoring the high-pitched "D'aww, what a gentleman!" coming from the fox. "So obnoxious..." the seal dragon mumbled to himself as he disappeared into the kitchen. The truth was Nearl had been wanting to step out and collect his thoughts as he searched for bags of chips. "Wuh...?" he blabbed as he opened the doors at the top of the pantry to check for snacks and saw a dainty paw showing up next to his meaty claws.

"Sorry," Ichigo grinned, "I wanted to make sure you got my favorite." The fox pulled back a bag with his preferred brand of chips, holding it up while looking unconventionally happy for somebody who was holding cheap junk food in their hands. "Isn't it great?" he immediately opened the pack and popped a chip in his mouth, his ears twitching to the salty delight. "I can reach the pantry without needing to stand on the tip of my toes now, heh heh."

It was no secret to people who knew him that Nearl was a macrophile, inclined to adore everything related to big sizes and big people. The cyan hybrid couldn't help but think he was being teased. And the teasing didn't stop there. Throughout the rest of the morning, Nearl found himself getting in one way or another accosted by his overtly flirtatious roommate, indirectly if not so. Although he was used to those shenanigans, the big lug had not been prepared to a bigger Ichigo putting that side of him into practice. It made him even more effectively flustering.

And the worst part to Nearl was that just as he had been suspecting from the get go, Ichigo was still getting a bit bigger each time they ran into one another.

"Hey, sweetie pie! Do these shorts make my butt look big?" Ichigo's shorts were looking especially tight around his ass thanks to the overall size upgrade.

"I can't reach this thing high up! Oh wait, I can now! See?" the fox was making sure to exploit Nearl's naturally servile inclination to get him close where he could show off.

"Oops, were you going to the kitchen? Sorry for stopping suddenly. Can't easily go around me now, can you? Halls are so small now for us two big lads, hehe!" Ichigo sang out during a harmless collision, but Nearl knew getting into it was only going to encourage the magic dork more.

Dealing with his own repressed excitement over was starting to be a weighty prospect for Nearl himself. It was only closing in to noon time when the seal dragon thought he'd take a second shower -- this one cold -- to take care of the rising temperatures both inside and out. However, he brought himself to a stop, quietly pressing himself to the wall at the sound of Ichigo's humming voice coming from the bathroom they shared.

"Mmm. Everything's so tight right now," Ichigo didn't seem to bother with inner monologue, he was speaking to himself as if he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. Through the crack in the door, a curious Nearl ventured his gaze to get a look at the tall 7ft-and-change fox admiring himself in the mirror. "This is getting me so excited. Am I the big boy now...?" he asked himself with a feminine giggle, executing a daring flex of his arms even though he was mildly toned at best.

"What he lacks in beef he makes up in sheer self-confidence..." thought an observing Nearl. He could see and hear Ichigo blowing smooches at his own reflection like a narcissist while changing positions every two seconds.

Ichigo had been hugging himself with arms and tail, the rest of the world invisible to him, when he started vibrating all around again. This time, his shirt, shorts and those new thigh highs became unable to keep up. With every inch Ichigo gained, the loudening noise of overly stretched fabric grew worse. "Ahh... oh!" he finally yipped when a tear became plainly visible and hearable. "Oh noooo..." the panting fox boy's ears folded, kicking a leg back as he turned around and gave himself a proper look instead of his reflection. Trembling all over still thanks to his ongoing growth spurt, Ichigo pouted at the sad state of his new clothes. "Busting at the seams..." his murmuring was interrupted by another gasp when his growth accelerated: His once loose shirt went from ill-fitting to tensely clinging, his shorts riding up so much they were becoming his new briefs on top of briefs, and of course those pretty thigh highs were starting to tear down vertically with the most horrible of sounds! "Eeeeeep...!"

Nearl scrunched his eyes shut, not because he considered what he was seeing unacceptable or disturbing in any traditional way, but the high-pitched foxy yip felt like it could do damage to glass windows. When Nearl next opened his eyes, Ichigo was standing a comparable 8ft. tall with his damaged clothes clinging to him like a recently Hulked out Bruce Banner. Sans, of course, the muscular bulk. "Oh crap..." the hybrid scrambled back, trying to look busy when he saw a sighing and calmer Ichigo start walking out towards the door.

"Nearl honey...!" Ichigo cried out with just his snout and the rest of his head popping out of the bathroom. He paused and began to widely smile when he saw the big lug just standing there making a very bad job of looking casual leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, "Oh, there you are." Giggled the fox, deciding not to be cruel this time and just not mention the convenient positioning.

Nearl gulped yet folded his bulky arms above his head, trying to keep appearances even though he was no idiot and knew when he had been caught peeping.

"Sooooo..." Ichigo sang out, and Nearl felt a shiver crawling up his spine, "Looks like I didn't plan for another hefty discharge of magical energy. It's not science after all..." he chuckled, but before he could open the door and walk out with tatters of clothing falling off his body, Nearl pushed him back in with an arm covering his eyes and he stood with his back against the bathroom entrance.

"You exploded out of your clothes," Nearl said.

"Quite! But 'lo and behold," Ichigo dramatically continued, teasingly playing the bongo against the seal dragon's burly deltoids from behind, "My stupendous savior is here. Can you lend me some clothes?"

"So you can outgrow and shred them through?" Nearl scoffed with a laugh, "No way, man. Get yourself back to normal."

"...I can't." Ichigo said after a small pause, "I mean, I could, but this needs to run its course, dear. If I try to force it off, I could just end up bigger than the apartment, while inside of it!"

Nearl's heart sunk. He was no stranger to the plea of the macro, but building reconstruction and mounting bills just didn't sound appealing to him right now. "Then let's go out."

"In my birthday suit...?" Ichigo smacked his palms down on Nearl's shoulders with a grin, "Why, I never thought you'd be so daring, darling...!"

"Fine. I'll let you borrow something..." Nearl sighed, "But we'll go get you new clothes. That you will pay for. You're not shredding my stuff."

The fox practically screamed: "Shopping trip?!" And Nearl couldn't see Ichigo, yet he was pretty sure he was beaming harder than the sun.

His day off was getting better and better.

Promptly after getting Ichigo dressed in a borrowed muscle shirt and joggers that fortunately were loose on the lighter built fox, Nearl and his friend were on their way to the shopping mall. The trip was mostly uneventful outside of Ichigo marveling at how every pedestrian had to look up at him. Nearl was used to it, yet he couldn't quit blushing in embarrassment each and every single time Ichigo called attention to himself due to his looming over others. It got worse at the mall.

The densely packed near-lunch-time crowds were like waddling through the shallows at the beach with most people hardly making it up to the really tall duo's chests, if they even managed to be properly lined up with their mid-sections. In a world where the ability to alter one's size wasn't unique yet it was still uncommon, seeing an 8ft. fox was as impressive to the tourists and locals as it was an ego-boost to the already confident Ichigo.

Nearl just wanted to pick up what his roomie needed and quickly get back home. He was so nervous about things going sideways with his extroverted friend when he was his usual small height that Ichigo's new size was making the hybrid anxious. It wasn't helping that he could see Ichigo's cheeks seemed increasingly flushed with color, and it wasn't from embarrassment. "This fox's getting off to this, isn't he...?" Nearl thought for a moment. Fortunately for the seal dragon's nerves, other than Ichigo making himself as much as a loud nuisance as he could with fellow shoppers who were more than eager to snap pictures of his tallness in loose and baggy clothes, they found their way into the clothes shop without incident.

An exhausting hour and three "Does this make my butt look big?" later, the pair was exiting the shopping mall through the front exit. Nearl had agreed to carry all of Ichigo's multiple bags if they didn't stop for junk food.

"C'mon, at least let's get some fries. Oh! Or something sweet, I could go for something sweet right now! All this growing 'n shopping's gotten me peckish!" Ichigo insisted with a whimper, already dressed in one of his new outfits: A skin-tight tank top, hand wraps and spandex shorts. He was leaning in towards Nearl, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed, lips pouting. He was almost begging.

Nearl backed off, dodging the facial approach. Ichigo's breathing seemed more laborious, practically blowing hot air at him, almost as if he was suffering from heatstroke. Nearl thought it was just another one of his dramatic ploys. It was hot but not THAT hot. "You know all the tourists put me in a bad mood, let's eat at home. Here, lemme look up some delivery thingie," Nearl finally said, using his tail to fish his phone out before handing it to one of his busy hands as he repurposed half the weight of all the bags he was carrying onto his forearm.

A myriad of until now ignored notifications filled Nearl's phone screen, making him growl at it. "Dumb ads. I got a washing machine home. No, I don't need to retire to the woods. Just open Instagram... there. Fries, sweets... oh. New donut place and they do deliveries." Nearl started to smile. The idea of treating himself actually had started sounding good now that he saw the delicious treats in pictures. "How's that sound, Ichigo?"

Nobody answered Nearl's question though. Looking up from his screen, Nearl joined the silence when he realized Ichigo wasn't standing where he had been only a minute ago. "Ichigo? Ichigo, hey!" Nearl called out, put his phone on his tail to stash it away and got a good grip on all six shopping bags to start running down the steps leading up to the mall. Looking left and right on the walkway gave Nearl no indication as to where his friend had disappeared to. "Aw fuzznuggets. Where'd that fluffy nerd get himself to now?!"

He was starting to get worried. With how sudden and erratic those growth spurts had been back home, Nearl was surprised they hadn't had to deal with it while shopping and thus had been growing hopeful nothing extreme was going to happen, but that was because he was around to keep an eye on the supersized vulpine. "Should've brought his phone, hhhh..." Nearl pulled the bags on his right arm up as he reached up to rub his forehead, trying to think as he started down the walkway. "Okay. I'm a big magic dork who's into entirely-too-tight clothes for some reason... where would I...?"

But before Nearl could finish his deduction, a nearby yelp shattered all of his thoughts and made him turn to the closest alleyway by reflex. The startle made him drop all six bags he had been carrying, but courage made him immediately run in. "Goddammit Ichigo...!" Nearl thought to himself, an uneasy idea forming in his mind that this was related to his plus-sized friend. The hybrid immediately skidded to a halt, shocked to the core.

Nearl had been hoping Ichigo hadn't gotten in any trouble, but when he turned the alley and found himself at a dead end between two buildings, he realized he hadn't considered the opposite situation.

There was Ichigo, kneeling down beside an old and empty dumpster, leaning against the tall brick wall at the end. His blue-tipped tail was swishing from left to right as if expressing delight. And since he was bent over, Nearl could see ahead at the source of the earlier yelp. That's when the dragon seal's beads practically doubled in size. Ichigo was all over an anthropomorphic honeypot ant, the manlet hardly over five feet in height.

"Augh... Don't squeeze there...!" the soft voice of the bug boy whined. Chitin like brown sugar shelled his lithe and feminine proportions. Little feelers twitched over his short brown hair as Ichigo's left hand held up the transparently golden abdomen-tail throbbing above the insect's shapely rump.

"Oh honey. How can I not?" Ichigo was like an eager kitten with a toy in his hand. His tongue was constantly flicking out collecting a syrupy substance dripping out from an equally golden spire jutting out from between the ant's legs. In fact, the engorged member was so titanic it was just as thick as the femboy's legs and barely a couple inches shorter than them. "It's just sooo sweet and I. Am. Famished...!"

Upon seeing the egregious disproportion between ant man and dick, Nearl was shaken off his stupor, realizing he knew who the poor guy pinned down by his overexcited roommate was. His name was Ash, short for Ashley. Nearl remembered meeting Ash back in a party at one of his friends' home where he learned just how 'blessed' the otherwise meek insect was after he got teased by one of the girls there. He also certainly remembered how Ichigo had drunkenly promised to suck Ash's honeypot dry last time.

"I'm so backed up...!" the poor, overwhelmed ant was shaking in place, squeezing his eyes shut. His meaty thighs nervously squeezed together, making him grunt as his bundled up testicles were squished between his legs; a regular occurrence for those as well-endowed as him. But the unbearably high volume of stimulation was truly coming from his abdomen-tail. "Oh, why did today have to be my cheat daaaay...?" Ash gently whimpered, flailing all four of his slender arms as Ichigo alternated between jacking off the extension of his waist and his thick shaft.

"Don't be shy, Ashley," Ichigo smirked, suddenly feeling empowered now that the ant was so much smaller than he. With around three feet on the bug, the fox's confidence surged as it was all too easy to use his newfound strength to properly stimulate that big dicked ant. "I might've been a touch tipsy back then, but now I have no excuses to deliver on my promise!"

Nearl had no idea if to jump in and tear Ichigo away from Ashley. The very fact he had turned himself into a voyeur for this exhibitionism as long as he had already was making him feel awkward. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to look away. He was unsure if the two had even become aware of his presence at all. "Fuck..." he mouthed on the low, uncomfortably nudging his right leg up against his own swelling package. It was hard to fight back against one's instincts.

Before Ash knew it, his exceedingly large glans was getting surrounded by warm slickness. "Nnghh... I-I make too much. Duh-don't swallow...!" the ant boy half-warned with another whimper, bringing his upper hands to cover his embarrassed face with his palms. When he had come out for a shopping trip earlier, Ash hadn't been expecting to end getting a back alley blowjob. Ichigo on the other hand was simply delighted to oblige.

"Mmmm...!" just with the tip inside of his mouth, Ichigo could feel it was almost like suckling on a honey popsicle. Honeypot ants counted with an advantageous extra source of lubrication which mixed with their regular sexual juices. With males being so endowed it was almost a necessity to facilitate penetration. Ichigo had become hooked to the Ashley's sweet scent since the party all those months ago and was pleased to know the taste was everything he had been dreaming of and more. And now that he had the hose in his mouth so to speak, the fox didn't waste a second.

The craving had gotten to be too much. Ichigo didn't know if it was the growth spurt on its own, or all the attention he had been bringing to himself earlier, but he was both horny and eager for some jizz down his throat. Ash's pathetic squirming was simply icing on the proverbial cake. "Aaaahnn!" the fox let out a muffled moan as he tilted his head down and greedily stuffed his mouth replete of honeypot ant dick.

"Guh-God...!" Ash slammed his lower hands down next to his sides, unable to stop his legs from shaking violently. He was the type to worry about being caught being indecent in public, but at the same time he was so pent up he could only hope for the huge fox to bring him to climax. Already his engorged penis was releasing great volumes of sweetened pre down his fellator's mouth, and every passing second the natural impulse to roll his hips against Ichigo took over more.

Ichigo couldn't stop playing with the ant's abdomen-tail. That literal honeypot was so swollen it was taut like an overfilled Capri Sun bag, and Ichigo was squeezing it like one. "So delicious. So sweet and refreshing...!" the thirsty fox thought, letting out lurid yet muffled moans. He suckled and tried inhaling as much meat as his mouth could fit, going so far as caressing the back of his throat with the constantly gushing tip. His gag reflex was in full control, allowing him freedom to deep-throat if he wanted. But no, Ichigo wanted to taste the honey-pre as much as he could. His canine tongue was running all around that throbbing length.

"I'm gonna burst...! I-I'm gonna explode...!" Ash announced, inviting Ichigo to not let up for a moment. And so as eighteen of twenty-four inches of golden cock were fervently hand-beaten and the rest nursed from like the world's meatiest straw, Ichigo daringly prepared for the little one's climax. "Ghhnnkk... gnnaaaaaah...!" Ash was barely able to drop his lower hands in time to muffle his girlish scream as he came. His swollen balls tightened up and began pumping out at the same time as the honey stashed in his abdomen-tail did, releasing together in a combined geyser of syrupy goodness which the fox eagerly started chugging down.

"Ohhh yesshhhh...!" Ichigo drank and drank, finally removing his hand from Ash's honeypot to bring it around to add stability to that twitching spire. His palms could feel each load coming up, bulging Ash's cock against his touch. Each salvo struck the back of Ichigo's throat, and he gladly savored what splashed back before he gulped it down.

Nearl had relegated himself to simply observe. With his bulk covering the alleyway, he was serving as a visual obstacle to any other would-be voyeurs. "How can he pack away that much...?" the hybrid thought to himself as he watched the undeniably arousing scene. His eyes again bulged when he saw his answer getting answered almost immediately. "No way..."

As Ichigo gulped down Ash's sweet ejaculate, the fox's figure slowly but surely had begun to widen. With exclusive attention to Ichigo's already wide hips growing larger, Nearl was in the perfect position to witness spandex getting stretched. Gluts that had until then mostly stuck out only while bending over started pushing out like swelling balloons, becoming meatier, plumper, squishier. Ichigo's bottoms were starting to ride up and sink into the intergluteal crease, spandex getting devoured into the crack. And with every pint of honey-semen absorbed, that ass, those thighs and hips all further fattened up, bringing the otherwise twiggy vulpine to a severely caked up bottom-heavy figure.

Concerned with the unlikely side-effect, Nearl couldn't wait until Ichigo exploded out of his shorts again and finally decided to step in. "Ichigo!" he raised his voice as he approached.

Ichigo's ears raised up to attention, eyes widening as he pulled back and turned around to see Nearl. "Oh! Hey big guy!" he greeted with a honey-dripping grin, his tail wagging above his massive bubble butt. "Look who I found!"

Ash, whose orgasm had begun to ebb by now, was only pouring semen instead of shooting it; his dick looking like a post-eruption volcano. With his hands at his mouth his eyes became focused enough to see Nearl. The ant was too embarrassed to do much else than shyly wave with his bottom right hand.

"I took my eyes off you for two minutes, man!" Nearl cried out, trying his best not to tip them off about his voyeurism. However, feeling a little guilty for what had happened to Ash, the big hybrid softened his gaze at the insect and waved back. "Yo," He greeted, then turned his attention back to Ichigo. "You can't just run off and suck people off in alleys. What were you thinking?"

"That I could really really go for something sweet and decadent?" Ichigo answered matter-of-factly, turning his head to shoot the meek Ash playful wink. Nearl put a palm over his face in frustration. "Ah! What happened to my booty?!"

"Finally, some karma," Nearl thought to himself when he noticed distress in the fox's voice.

"I-I told you not to swallow it all. I was so backed up, and it's so densely packed with nutrients..." the honeypot ant twiddled with all twenty fingers, looking especially nervous even though he was technically the victim.

"Oh boy! I'm super caked-up now!" Ichigo exclaimed, giving his enormous backside a slap, causing the huge cheeks to jiggle and wobble obscenely in the painted-on shorts. "Look at it, darling! Look at how much it jiggles! I've got the dump truck now!"

"Are you kidding mhh..." Nearl groaned to himself, ignored Ichigo's childish excitement and rushed over to pull the fox off Ash, "Never mind, you poor self-controlled fat ass. Let's go back home before you decide to suck me off next."

Ichigo perked up, "Is that a..."

"SHUT." Nearl intercepted almost immediately, yanking the excited fox away from the honeypot ant. Turning down towards the smaller femboy, Nearl sighed. "Sorry about all this, Ash. This guy made himself big and it's doing something to his already goofy brain. Can I uhh... help you somehow?"

Ash slowly shook his head, struggling to keep his gradually deflating member down even with the help of all four of his arms. "I'm um... I'll buh-be alright. You guys go on ahead, it'll take me a bit to get back into my pants anyway. I'm glad he didn't rip them off..." he half-whimpered, half-chuckled.

Nearl was about to ask if Ash was sure to be left like that, but he was convinced his priority was getting Ichigo back home now. They were going to have to take additional measures if this behavior, or heck, Ichigo's size went out of control again. His mind went back to one of the ads he had seen earlier on his phone.

"Buh-bye honey-stud!" Ichigo waved chirpily at Ash with Nearl dragging him off. And after collecting the bags off the ground, they were on their way back home.

It didn't take long for Nearl to realize that Ichigo wasn't going to stop growing and, to put it lightly, increasingly inconvenient to deal with. By that evening, the fox was already starting to stand a few inches above the seal dragon. Their apartment wasn't going to be enough soon.

Even the new wardrobe they'd picked up back at the mall, which had been bought where Nearl himself shopped for his own clothes, were going to start looking pretty snug soon. Thanks to the honey-enlarged hips and ass cheeks, Ichigo already was wobbling with every step and it was distracting enough for Nearl to want to walk ahead, but not too far for fear of Ichigo running off to do his perverted thing with random people on the street. Nearl thought they had been fortunate it had been Ash who had gotten jumped; things could have gotten dicey with a stranger.

And with the fox being less than certain about when the spell was going to run out, Nearl didn't have many options left. They had to go somewhere else to wait the effects out.

"You're so lucky I care enough to get us out for the weekend." Nearl grumbled as he unlocked the door to a large cabin. He and Ichigo had hiked far out into the woods where only wild animals could be soon; certainly nothing that horny fox would be interested in sucking off.

"Aw, I'm touched you'd do all this for lil' ol' me!" Ichigo's fluffy tail was swishing behind him as he swished his enormous hips about with excitement. His arms welcomed foliage-filtered sunlight while looming behind Nearl at an even 9ft. tall. "This place is huge." Ichigo said as he bowed in after Nearl and entered the cabin, impressed at the lovely wood architecture. Only the fully-equipped kitchen stood out from the rustic ambience. "Not too shabby, Nearl!"

Mentally, Nearl congratulated himself for having taken advantage of the first time discount offer for weekend retreats. "Yeah, this usually is a winter retreat. Found a good deal for it," he threw his bags over the first couch he saw.

"Mmhm. It's too humid and icky out here for the tourists. They're all at the beach, which means..." Ichigo delicately set his backpack down next to Nearl's, dipping his slender arms down around Nearl's chest from behind, "No one's coming to bother us for the whole weekend."

"Lay off, dork." Nearl easily broke free, turned around and folded his arms impatiently at his roommate. "We're not here to fool around. You are going to fix this damn thing you clearly have no control over. So get to work."

"Whaaat?" Ichigo frowned, looking hurt. "There's nothing to fix, honey. I'm big and awesome! And now with extra padding, thanks to Ashley!" he giggled, shaking his hips and making his behind wobble excessively in his skin-tight shorts. "Hehe, I'm so bouncy now."

"Don't remind me. It's so noisy when it claps..." Nearl rolled his eyes, "Alright, quit it. Magic is making you grow, so magic can get you back to normal or... at least keep you where you are. How do we do that? I don't wanna spend the rest of summer looking after your dumb ass."

"Don't you mean my dummy thick..."

"Focus, damnit!" Nearl shouted.

Ichigo cocked his hips to one side and put a paw on it while casting a glare at his bulky roomie. "Hey! I don't need you to babysit me, if that's your problem."

"You literally pinned one of our friends down and sucked him off in an alleyway." Nearl sighed, looking tired all of a sudden, "Even for you, that's crazy."

"If it was that crazy, then why didn't you stop me?" Ichigo began to smile, causing Nearl's jaw to slack for a brief yet significant instant.

"Lil' guy getting pinned by a big, needy fox?" as Ichigo sauntered towards Nearl, the latter skidded back warily. "Bet you liked every second."

"Didn't realize you'd noticed me..." Nearl mumbled, his whiskers drooping a little as he uncomfortable scratched his head. "Fine, you got me," he admitted, "It was hot, but you're still out of control."

"No, I'm not!" Ichigo defensively stomped his right foot paw on the ground, looming over the skeptic Nearl who pursed his lips and remained silent until the noisy wobbling and clapping back there settled down.

"...you're getting taller again." The hybrid pointed out. Ichigo's new, 5XL shirt was already starting to look mighty snug. "Ichigo, stop it." Nearl tried sounding to sound commanding, though he was starting to lose his confidence.

"Mmm..." the growing fox chuckled to himself, "I told you, I ca..."

"Can't. The whole residual thing. I get it. What I don't get is why is it that way?!" Nearl retorted angrily, stepping forwards and making the near 10ft. tall vulpine step back in surprise. "Look, I might not know sorcery but I know you're not this sloppy with your work."

"Buuuuusted..." Ichigo confessed after a long sigh, "One sec, honey," he paused, stripping his torso nude, "I actually like this shirt. Alrighty, soooo... I might've gone and gotten myself hexed."

"What's that?" Nearl asked, cocking his head sideways, no more enlightened than before. Shrugging, Ichigo continued his explanation.

"Put simply, it's a curse. I won't bore you with the details, but it'll keep making me grow, unless..." The now 10ft. tall Ichigo wiggled his hips a little as his surprisingly elastic shorts rid up on his hips. He leaned in with a roguish smirk, as if seeking an accomplice.

"...unless...?" Nearl leaned in as if he was about to be told a great deep secret.

"...unless you help me get off." Ichigo whispered salaciously.

"Get off whu..." Nearl almost immediately reeled before he could finish his own sentence. His cheeks flushed with red. "What the hell? Is this what's it's all about?!"

"Magic's more complicated than people give it credit for, sweetie!" the mini-giant fox laughed, "I just thought I'd have fun with it, tease you a little. But if you're that upset about me being big, then all you have to do is... mmm," Ichigo paused, licked his lips and closed his eyes before suggestively running a hand down his pectorals, "Love all of me."

At that point, with his eyes gently closing, Ichigo's mind went hyperactive with fantasies of getting thoroughly manhandled and railed by his hot roommate, given all the love and attention he had been craving. It didn't take long for his growth to continue where it had left off, further damaging the already compromised clothing he was wearing.

Ichigo's hands continued to descend over his curvaceous, slim form as he moaned, entranced not only by his sexual fantasies but the sensation of slow, creeping expansion. "Mmm! It's like a sickness, Nearl. I just keep getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger... and you, darling, you're the only cure!" he giggled to himself, cocking his hips left and right rhythmically, panting as he added another foot, then another, his entire body rumbling. "And if I go any longer without my medicine? Why, who knows how big I'll get?" his laughter was almost sinister in a cute way, "What if I get too big for you, for the city, for the world? Then what do we doooo...?" he murmured out teasingly.

Before Ichigo got a response however, he heard the door clicking. One of Ichigo's eyes opened and he saw that Nearl was about to surreptitiously make his exit without further discussion.

"Huh-hey, wait! Studmuffin, don't leave...!" a panicked Ichigo desperately threw himself forth, mid-growth, his hands groping for Nearl's waist but mistakenly grabbing onto the dragon seal's pants. As Ichigo fell down onto the wooden floor so did Nearl's pants. "Oh, whoops."

"I was about to leave after I learned you're just being a big ass dork..." Nearl said patiently, as patient as someone who just got unwittingly pantsed could, "But you're just looking to irritate me as much as you can, huh?"

Smiling nervously, Ichigo gently let go of Nearl's pants, getting only the quickest of glimpses up his black boxers concealing quite a hefty looking bulge. "I like your underwear." He offered by way of apology.

Nearl responded only with silence as he reached down to pull his pants back up. Hands clumsily met Ichigo's eager paws attempting to assist. "How horny can you get?!" the hybrid demanded in frustration once he felt Ichigo's fingers thumb over his buttocks.

"Aw, c'mon, this is hardly the friskiest I've been with you..." the snickering fox pulled himself up, starting to rub his snout against the draconic seal's sizable rump. "Want me to get frisky? C'mon, it'll feel good!"

"I want you to quit being a dumb..." Nearl had had enough. Usually getting rid of Ichigo was as simple as shoving him off at a larger size, but now with his extra two feet of height over him it felt impossible to keep up with the fox's bigger hands. "That's it! I'm calming your perverted ass down."

"Mm?" Ichigo's ears perked up, yipping when he saw Nearl's ass take up all of his vision. There was a loud ripping noise when the dragon seal's clothes started to rip all around his pulsing body. Something went aflutter in Ichigo's heart when he realized that beefcake was growing bigger.

All the excitement running up Nearl's tingling spine was serving to feed him the energy he needed to grow and keep up with his fluffy friend. Unlike Ichigo who had been growing exclusively in height; honeypot-ant-assisted-swelling-notwithstanding; whenever Nearl grew his musculature developed with him.

Ichigo couldn't help but throw his arms around Nearl's rumbling body so that he could feel first-hand how muscles swelled larger. His scaly friend was quickly catching up to his height. "Settle down!" the seal dragon growled, flexing his expanding arms and using the necessary strength to shove the fox back. Nearl made sure to hold his strength back, not wanting to hurt Ichigo even though he had the urge to slap him over the back of his head.

Stumbling backwards, Ichigo tripped over his tail and ended on his wide rump, suddenly having to look up at his roomie who for almost an entire day he had come to get used to tower over. "You're growing just for me?" the vulpine bit his lips in anticipation, sweeping the floor with his bushy tail.

"Mmmph..." Nearl turned around, his clothes busting at the seams as his bulk expanded. "Darn, got too excited there." He chastised himself, lamenting his ripping attire as a result of the eagerness he felt the moment he started visualizing his own growth. Nearl wasn't a first time grower, but even he could get carried away. With bulging biceps tearing holes in the sleeves of his shirt, inflating pectorals about to shred through his shirt and quads nearly bursting through his pants, Nearl saw no point in trying to salvage the clothes and accelerated his expansion.

Ichigo sprang up on his butt cross-legged, eyes trained on Nearl's steadily exposing physique. Beefy guys did something to get the fox thirsty, but nothing seemed to beat watching one bulking up like his roommate was. As Nearl closed in to 12ft. tall, Ichigo saw his chest jutting out like a pair of inflating balloons, making the tension lines on the fabric of his shirt turn into holes widening around bulging scaly flesh. The same was happening with Nearl's pants as their legs shredded around his powerful quads and, although Ichigo could not see with Nearl facing him, equally huge hamstrings.

An impatient Nearl dug a finger under the chest holes in his shirt, letting out a low growl as he began to pull sideways. The shirt tore off his mighty torso the way wet tissue paper disintegrates versus a light touch. His pants too were compromised, but before Nearl could get to them he couldn't help noticing Ichigo's eyes were trained on his groin, his pupils widened in unabated expectation.

Even though leg muscles were that which was tearing out the fabric of the dragon seal's pants the most, it was impossible to ignore the obscenely bulged-out package at the growing mini-giant's groin. In Nearl's case, whenever he grew he was so lost in the sensation that it always briefly made him ignore the arousing component of the experience. He had inadvertently started making himself hard, and even though he wore specially customized underwear meant to aid those of bespoken endowments, their elasticity had not been designed with growers of this type in mind.

Ichigo's mouth was only partway open, stuck in a silent whistle with a lightly trembling lower lip. It was almost like he was begging the throbbing bulge to shred through much like all of Nearl's muscles already had.

"...at least this is one way to keep him behaving, I guess." Nearl deeply sighed, noting that he too was becoming agitated by his own growth spurt. He couldn't remember the last time he had just allowed himself a nice swelling like this. With his clawed feet pressing down on the groaning floorboards and his head inches away from the relatively tall cabin ceiling, Nearl glanced past his enormous pectorals down at Ichigo with a frown. "Do I have your attention now?"

A rapid series of nods came from the hugely tall yet still shorter fox who appeared even shorter thanks to his sitting position.

"Alright," Nearl was silently relieved that he hadn't had to get any more aggressive than he already had. Getting Ichigo to settle down had cost him an outfit but at least it hadn't been his favorite; he had worn clothes to the woods where they were meant to get dirty and humid at best after all. "Now, get to work on getting your hex or whatever under..." he trailed off, eyeing his bulked-out biceps brushing against the side of his meatier pecs once he started to feel the subtle friction. He became distracted with thoughts about being big; bigger than; biggest. It was hard to go against those thoughts when your innate ability and your fetish were one and the same. Maybe they could have some fun after he was certain Ichigo's condition was under control. "Then we can uh..."

But before Nearl could even bargain, Ichigo had already face-planted against his crotch. The fox's comparatively noodly arms were once again circling Nearl's broad hips. And thanks to his massive chest all Nearl could see were the fox's twitching ear tips, not that he'd have visual access to Ichigo's face considering it had sunk into the bigger mini-giant's bulge.

Fortunately for Nearl, being not only two feet taller than Ichigo and considerably stronger meant he barely budged from the overexcited tackle. This time Nearl's reaction was to tense up and huff, however. It was much harder resisting advances when he was this big: Everything was significantly more sensitive on account of enlarged muscles and the stretched smooth scales covering them. "No," the sensible side of his head reminded him in his mind, "Gotta help this dummy first. Then I can..." his thoughts were breathed away by Ichigo's noisy huffing as he happily snorted masculine musk through the now flimsy fabric barely holding Nearl's junk back.

A large hand descended upon Ichigo's head, making whim whimper as the dragon seal pushed him back. Grumbling in protest like a puppy being denied a treat within reaching distance, the fox pushed back with his snout. "What are you doing, gravy?"

"What are you doing?" Nearl cut back, adding a glare on top. "I thought I just told you to..."

"Get to work on the hex, yeah!" Ichigo finished with him, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're about to stuff your mouth with my junk," Nearl narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "Not exactly like any magic I've seen."

"Of course not, you're no sorcerer!" Ichigo turned his nose up at the larger male, "Nobody said I can't have some fun while I work, right? Plus c'mon, who are you trying to fool, stud muffin? You're all big and buff and mmm..." the fox moaned, his whole body shaking as he centered his vision on his friend's groin, "So pent up."

It was hard to argue about that last one. Nearl thought about how all the worrying in the past few days had left little in the way of relief from accumulated stress and lack of fun. He had felt an inkling of that urge to let go while watching Ichigo and Ash go at it, but he had reigned it back. Nearl wasn't so sure he could do that right now. "Guess we can fool around a little..." he thought to himself, still having a hard time looking away from Ichigo's attractively widened hips.

"Here..." Ichigo said with his paws creeping up Nearl's muscled legs, hooking one finger per hand on the waistband. Saliva was consciously being sucked in; Ichigo could feel the subtle swelling of Nearl's paused expansion. He was still growing albeit not as fast as when he had started. "...allow your favorite fox to take care of this!" And with two forceful yanks, Nearl was pantsed again; only this time Ichigo got socked in the face by the taller male's package rebounding.

"Okay, that was funny." Nearl chuckled, taking this unintentional yet obscene slapstick as serendipitous. Ichigo was back on his feet almost immediately.

"Oof, you are packing, honey cakes!" Ichigo rubbed at his snout, shaking the wooziness off while rubbing himself up against Nearl's side. A hand rubbed up from his powerful thighs to the audibly stretched tent of those overlabored boxers. "Don't think you'll be able to keep my paws off you now, handsome. Growing and flexing like that? Hnngh." He squeezed a hand around Nearl's base, making the hybrid grunt.

"Wasn't flexing," the hybrid said matter-of-factly. He wasn't even being arrogant. His bulk had expanded to the point he didn't even need muscular tension for his beef to pop out. When he brought his arms up in a curling arch to actually flex them, his biceps nearly doubled their size, inches away from smothering the sides of his own head. "Now I'm flexing."

With Ichigo's head being so close to Nearl's chest, he didn't see the unintentional flex of his pectorals, he felt the chest mounds encroaching upon and smothering his face. The fox was suddenly trembling and shaking like gelatin, almost like a balloon pathetically flailing at the end of its deflation. Opposite to a deflating balloon however, the fox's size increased even more.

Nearl's eyes widened when he realized what he had inadvertently caused. Though the fox seemed to be melting into his muscle bound torso, he was starting to catch up to his height again. And this time Nearl didn't want to be overwhelmed. "Speed it up, then..." he told himself, concentrating in growing to put a good amount of height difference between the two of them. While Ichigo caught up to twelve feet and positively ruined his already tight outfit, Nearl himself ascended to fifteen, his head only a scarce couple inches away from hitting the cabin ceiling now.

"If you wanna do this, calm down a little first," Nearl tried, but as soon as the last word left his lips, he heard a loud snap which superseded even the noise of Ichigo's clothes ripping. The waistband of Nearl's boxers had passed on, utterly decimated by the unstoppable rise of his titanic dick. Just like his actual muscles, the hybrid's pink member had grown beyond what could be contained in one-size-fits-all underwear even when flaccid. And combined with arousal, Nearl felt a half-hard third leg spilling forth over his half-exposed, white-scaled testicles. The musclebound lug's endowment reached well past his knee, gradually climbing up as it became engorged.

Feeling his own cock twitching and standing up with an appearing erection, Nearl briefly thought back to the irony of his verbal plea for Ichigo to calm down. Loathe as he was to admit it, Ichigo had been right earlier. Just who was he trying to fool? The seal dragon needed some release. And yet something was still bothering Nearl. The fox was being far too silent about him being completely in the nude. When his roomie lifted his face away from the seal dragon's bulging pecs though, he saw it.

Ichigo was wearing a depraved look. His eyes expressed unhinged lust. The fox's shorts had shredded around the overabundance of pelvic area and his own comparably smaller yet no less impressive cock was throbbing for attention, discarding tattered fabric like a snake sheds its skin. "Look at what you'd been hiding from meeeee...!" the fox cried out dramatically, ears and tail standing up to attention.

Surprising Nearl with a burst of strength he wasn't aware Ichigo possessed, the giant feminine fox pulled the dragon seal's swelling pride up using two hands. Ichigo held Nearl's dick like some sort of treasure, looking at it like the world's juiciest hotdog that, in his eyes, seemed to be getting better and better the more he waited. Indeed, Nearl's erection was making that thing grow so enormous it easily became as long one of his arms, and as thick as his wrists.

"Careful with it. Don't wanna get smacked again, do you?" Nearl playfully said, getting a cheeky grin from the excited Ichigo that piqued Nearl's curiosity. He then saw the fox turn around, switching one of his hands from the meat spire to his girly hips.

"Bet _you_want to smack me, stud." Ichigo glanced back with a smirk, pushing his rump back and cushioning his roomie's immensity between those foxy ass cheeks. Without wasting a moment, Ichigo started grinding up and down.

"O-oh dang..." Nearl gasped, his dick throbbing appreciatively to the fluffy squeeze it was receiving. His hands twitched with every sensuous ripple of that wobbling derriere; it was impossible to ignore. "What the hell is with that ass, man? Ash really did a number on you."

"Wanna touch it? I know I love touching it," Ichigo chuckled, starting to lean forwards and in so doing sticking out that gigantic peach even more prominently. "Touch it, Nearl. Touch my big fat booty."

Nearl couldn't help himself any longer. Between the raw hot-dogging and Ichigo's invitingly wide ass, his right hand moved on its own and delivered a firm slap to the taunting fox's bubble.

"Nngh!" Ichigo seized up from the pain, but clenched his teeth and focused on the arousal, translating the stimulation into pleasure. He smothered Nearl more, practically pushing him back with the weight of his ass.

In fact, Nearl could feel the weight of Ichigo's ass was increasing because all this excitement was making him grow bigger faster than before. But this time, Nearl didn't protest. He had seen the obscene jiggle on that booty the moment he smacked it and he decided he really liked it; not that he'd openly admit it with his words. For all of his Ichigo-related grumpiness, he was a simple guy with simple tastes.

And just like that, the pair of horny friends started filling the cabin living room together by fooling around. Ichigo expanding due to his hex made Nearl, who wished to remain the bigger one in this improvised game, continue growing ever taller. He inevitably had to start bending his knees when his back hit the ceiling, forcing Ichigo to kneel as the weight of that tool grew with its owner.

Nearl's member was twitching so furiously that the second pre-seminal fluid started budding at the tip the liquid began spraying in every direction. Ichigo felt the odd droplet hit him from behind, bringing excitement to him as well. His own foxy dick was already rock hard and beading as well, making a mess of the floor boards under them. "Mmmphh... so backed up. You big, loveable fool. Why don't you come to me more often for relief, hmm...?"

"'cause you're obnoxious about it!" Nearl accused, but he didn't stop rolling his hips against Ichigo. This was certainly not the first time they had fooled around like this, but it wasn't every day they did it while growing. It was a shared experience many macrophiles considered as the best kind of interaction, and Nearl was quickly coming to understand why. It was mixing two different although related physical pleasures at the same time.

It in fact was such an overwhelming arousal that they quickly lost themselves to the bliss to the point they failed to account for the fact they were still inside the cabin they had rented for the weekend while taking up more and more space.

The living room was soon filled up with them: With Nearl's back hitting the ceiling and forcing him to kneel, his feet were starting to skid back through the open door, toenails dragging gashes across the welcome mat. Ichigo ended clambered over the couch that could hold three to four foxes across its cushions, his arms scooping up every last cushion and the bags they had brought with them to cuddle them tightly against his swelling mass. With Nearl's insistent humping, the entire piece of furniture was quaking just as much as Ichigo's buttocks.

"Guh-damn! Fuuuck, my dick's so big it's hitting the ceiling...!" Nearl announced with a half-chuckled moan, his tip truthfully grinding the upper surface while his shaft did the same to Ichigo's crack. With the ceiling blocking the exhaust for Nearl's pre, ejection was a lot messier and soon the entire living room was getting caked in dragon seal pre-spooge.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself, mmmph..." Ichigo was panting, realizing how large he was getting once his body had slid across the floor with couch in town and his right forearm had found its way into one of the bedrooms at the far end of the living space. He was so big he definitely couldn't fit through so he ended hitting his face against the wall next to the too-small doorframe. "Getting pretty big over here!"

They were quickly running out of space. It was soon impossible to make any movements without causing the entire cabin to shake from their claustrophobic situation. Nearl became desperate because of this, his exceedingly enormous erection pushing so hard against the ceiling it was starting to crack. He was getting pressed down against Ichigo so much that he was now awkwardly sandwiching his cock between himself and the fox's swelling butt. Soon all the beefcake could see was his own member in front of him.

Muffled by meat and fluff, Nearl quickly called out to Ichigo: "Ruh-remember, gas-leak explosion...!" He knew there was no way he'd be able to explain this one with a straight face. Nearl only hoped the owner had insurance for their once lovely cabin. There was no way he'd stop his growth now that he was feeling caged in.

The structure was shuddering all over like a bomb about to go off...

Around that time, a lone hiker had been enjoying the empty nature trail on that hot Saturday.

Blue was a fairly tall hybrid between reptilian and mammal, the front of his lithe body covered in yellow scales from the underside of his snout down his neck, chest, stomach, long tail and the entirety of his lower body. The smooth blue pelt covering the rest of his body up to his large ears would have been an unfortunate addition to anybody else during summer, but the lizard side of Blue enjoyed the extra warmth.

With backpack slung over the shoulder, Blue tilted his red-rimmed square glasses as he stopped before a particularly impressive cedar. "That's one sturdy looking tree," he thought, instinctively reaching back for his smartphone in order to take a quick picture. "Wonder if it's an Atlas cedar. Too bad I don't get data out here..." he huffed, twitching his maroon nose. Blue couldn't stay too mad about it though. An empty forest like this with only the sounds of wild birds and bush-scuttling creatures was so relaxing it was the best place to be at when wanting to get away from the ruckus of the big city. "I can always look it up later when I get back home... wuh?" he paused, train of thought running off when his ears stood up to an unnerving amount of sudden silence.

The furry reptile's brown eyes widened behind his lenses when he started to feel unnatural rumbling running along the ground under his feet. Blue's hiking shoes shifted clumsily as the tremor intensified, making the hybrid stumble against the cedar tree for support. "Earthquake? Here?" he thought aloud, his large ears folding down as he heard a loud crash followed by a girlish scream coming from somewhere close.

Blue's ears stood up at attention once again, his mind racing. "Someone's in trouble!" he thought, hastily putting his phone away and straightening his backpack so that he could run through the woods to where he had heard the commotion.

After three minutes of running, a panting Blue finally came out into a remote area in the reserve. Emerging from the trees and bending to rest his hands on his knees, the worried hiker couldn't help but gasp at what he was seeing. A half-wrecked wooden-cabin was covering what seemed to be at least two different, very large individuals who the structure seemed to have started collapsing around. He could see a pair of enormous, cyan clawed feet hanging outside the entrance and a blue furred forearm coming out the back.

With irregular fissures running along the brick surfaces, the cabin was all but destroyed and seemed like it'd bury those two giants. Blue couldn't tell who it was from where he was standing but he was already taking his backpack off and considering to help. As a regular macro himself, he was all too familiar with the pledge of outgrowing a confined space and sometimes getting stuck. A cursory glance at the size of those shuddering giants told Blue he needn't worry about wounds, but the earlier scream had made him wary. "Is there somebody accidentally pinned under them? Wait, what am thinking? There is no time to ask!"

Already having decided he needed to act the quickest he could in case his fears were well-founded, Blue didn't even bother taking his clothes off and closed his eyes to focus. His maw hung open for a moment as he drew in a generous gulp of air which he used to ignite blue sparks. Those flew out between the stubby tusk-like canine teeth sticking out of Blue's mouth, azure flames sparkling as he concentrated in drawing out his latent magic power.

As the fire in Blue's mouth grew more intense, his whole body started rapidly bulging. His once lithe appearance practically doubled its girth, arms and legs explosively bulking up with increased muscle mass. His hiking jacket ripped along his biceps and triceps, the sleeves tearing at his swelling deltoids as his shoulders considerably widened. In a similar vein, as Blue feasted upon his own magic, his shirt bulged with his widening chest. Pectorals that had until then been invisible were rapidly morphing into well-defined slabs of beef emphasizing meaty roundness over chiseled bulk. His pecs swelled above his equally inflating stomach, gorged on magic power. Nylon shorts designed with elasticity and freedom of movement in mind could simply not compete with the explosive growth of Blue's legs, his hips flaring out so much the fabric ripped around his powerful quadriceps and fattening gluts; even his lizard tail was thickening around! With his feet bulging his footwear and making them bust at the seams, it was clear that everything about Blue was getting bigger.

But it wasn't enough for Blue. Although he had become eligible to one-arm throw sumo wrestlers over a ring in just a few seconds, he was only seven feet tall; hardly what he needed to take a collapsed cabin off two people. "Faster! Bigger!" the concerned grower demanded from himself, digging his blue claws into his yellow palms while clenching his fangs down. His whole body vibrated in response, knocking his crooked glasses off in the process. The pleasurable tingle that he usually felt while gradually swelling became a fiery crawling as he pushed himself to greater heights faster than normal.

Power swelled inside of Blue, so intense that his damaged clothes were disintegrated by his height going from seven to ten feet tall, then fifteen, then twenty-five. He didn't quit until he was veritably looming over the residence at forty feet of ultra hunked-out furry lizard. The trees were looking considerably less impressive when Blue reopened his eyes, the fire in his mouth finally dispersing.

"Okay, this should do it!" the giant stomped towards the collapsing cabin without wasting another moment, announcing his presence: "Hang on, people! Help's coming!" At first, Blue was unsure how to actually remove the pinned pair from under the debris, so he quickly decided to scoop the debris in order to take the weight off them. He immediately got to work, squatting and digging his meaty, giant hands on the thatch, tearing it out like he was pulling bad weeds out of a garden. "Are you alright?" Blue asked as he steadily dug the debris out, but he couldn't hear words, only muffled voices. A nervous smile spread his face open when he inevitably started to make out exposed genitals. "O-oh, my..."

"Bwah...!" was the first gasp Blue heard, relieving him immediately about the well-being of at least one person. Blue hurriedly grasped at and threw more rubble out of the way, being careful enough not to hit trees in the vicinity. The owner of those cyan foot claws was soon freed from the weight of the cabin, allowing him to start rising. Blue gave him space, going down on his knees and scooting away. "Ughhh... that was my bad. Getting a foot cramp there sucked..." debris rained off the giant's arm as he brought a hand up to scratch his head in annoyance, stretching his wide and muscular back while inadvertently sticking his colossal, tree-shaming shaft out ahead of him.

At first, Blue was dead-silent and surreptitiously looking away only to come back to glance at the well-endowed scaly, his cheeks flushing with color. Then, once Blue could see the fellow giant's face, he instantly recognized him with a gasp. "Nearl?! Is that you?"

"Wuh..." Nearl shook some more debris off his ears and hastily palmed his whiskers before his beady eyes adjusted to the light outside and he was able to see their savior. "Blue? Fancy meeting you here!"

Taking a long pause on account of tracing the obscenely long measure from Nearl's exposed groin to the tip of that engorged erection, taking note of how it practically stopped in front of its owner's face, Blue blushed and gave his acquaintance a sheepish grin. "Yuh-yeah." He said, looked down at the fox underneath Nearl, lower-half smothered under the dragon seal's balls, and gasped, "Is your friend okay?"

"...I'm lovely...!" Ichigo wiggled in place, turning around on his side to be able to face Blue and blinked in surprise. Immediately he started sizing their savior up and down, finally whistling before adopting a cool, lying on side with cheek rested on his palm pose. "Well well, no worries love, the hunky cavalry's here."

Blue blushed even harder, coughing to clear out his throat. "I heard the collapse and came running. Color me surprised though," he laughed a little, "Didn't expect to find two pinned macros pinned. What happened?"

"We went a little crazy fooling around, I guess," said Nearl as he lifted himself off and took a seat where he wouldn't crush anything else. He struggled to sit in a way that didn't make his enormous cock throb crazily, so he used a claw to steady it. It was hard to keep a boner down after growing this huge.

"I... see..." Blue shyly touched two of his indexes together, doing his best to avert his gaze from Ichigo's lecherous stare or Nearl's immense manhood. He wasn't exactly regretting his choice of action, but he definitely felt like he had intruded in on something. "Everybody's fine though, it looks like!" he said with a genuinely relieved smile, but then he raised a hand while looking down at the destroyed cabin with Ichigo on it, "Oh! What about the girl? Is she alright? Were you two the only ones growing and she got...?"

"Girl?" Nearl asked, confused.

"I heard a girl screaming, that's why I double-time grew myself this big," Blue explained, sitting back and flexing his round pecs above his domed out gut for demonstration.

Nearl flat-stared down at the giggling Ichigo. "There's your 'girl'. Dork here yipped because I gripped his ass too hard when my foot cramped."

"It _hurt_you uncaring yet handsome brute," Ichigo turned his snout up.

"Ah." Blue laughed a little. This time he was truly relieved no one had been hurt.

"So!" Ichigo shot up from the fox-shaped imprint on the ground after having spent so long pinned under Nearl. Debris fell off his slender back and he too-comfortably started scooting close to the musclebound and fat lizard hybrid, "When are you going to introduce your sexy friend to me, Nearl?"

Nearl looked between the blushing Blue and Ichigo and was quick to use his free hand to tug Ichigo back by his tail. "Down, boy. Jeez." He sighed, looked over to Blue and introduced his friends.

"Pleasure's aaaaaall mine, big hero!" Ichigo waved at Blue. "I love those cute little tusks."

"Nice to meet you, Ichigo," Blue grinned at the compliment, deciding to shoot one back. "You're ah..." he stuttered a little when he found himself staring at Ichigo's exceptionally wide hips. He lifted his vision immediately with a shaky grin: "...a handsome giant fox!"

"Guilty as charged, baby!" Ichigo pumped his arms up excitedly, getting a chuckle from Nearl. With the misunderstandings out of the way, Blue explained to them he had been hiking to enjoy his weekend off and get some exercise outdoors. In return Nearl explained, while restraining Ichigo from getting too touchy-feely with either of them, that in the first place they had been out here because of the hex Ichigo had put on himself. It was hard for Blue to follow the story when the three of them were so naked and Nearl's proverbial third leg sticking out like a colossal flesh pillar; it was getting the furry reptile hot and bothered.

"At least the curse isn't hurting you or anything, right Ichigo?" Blue asked, the fox shaking his head negative.

"I haven't felt this sexy since puberty!" Ichigo grinned, "I love being huge. It's just Mr. Worrywart here trying to keep me down, is all!" he sang out provocatively at Nearl.

"Well excuse me for caring then!" Nearl rolled his eyes.

"I think you look great all nice and big, both of you," Blue confessed with a grin. "Plus now that we're sure there's no danger and there's probably nobody around for miles, you don't really have to worry about getting too big though, right?"

"Huh, I guess we don't! You hear that, big guy?" Ichigo smiled up smugly at Nearl, as if he had suddenly gotten permission from a Cool Dad.

"Hey, if we'd done this back at the city we'd be down a home, and you'd probably make the neighborhood disappear under your butt," Nearl accused.

"Damn right! Just look at this prime fox cah-boose!" Ichigo sprang up to his feet, spanking one of his ass cheeks and shaking his hips alluringly. Blue couldn't stop staring, but Nearl was hard pressed to give Ichigo the satisfaction of agreeing; even though his throbbing member was clearly betraying him. "Just think how even better it'd look if I was even taller!"

"Tuh-taller...?" both Nearl and Blue stuttered. It was easy to manipulate two shameless macrophiles, as Ichigo was perfectly aware.

"Yeah! Bet I'd make that meat cannon of yours gush if I was looming over you with this sexy body of mine," Ichigo grinned, hands on his hips as he did his best to loom over the two sitting studs. With Blue being 10ft. taller than both Nearl and Ichigo though, he wasn't doing a very good job. "Stupid hex not working when I want it to..." he grumbled.

"Maybe uh..." Blue spoke up uneasily at first, but after a quick straightening of the throat and raising of his hand, he continued: "...maybe I can help with that. I'm good when it comes to making people bigger."

"You are? Of course you are!" Ichigo beamed, "You're both a grower and a growee, huh? Color me impressed! No, better yet, Blue, you pretty scaly walrus..." the fox quickly moved in front of the muscle gut hybrid, leaning down with a hungry stare, "Grow me huger."

"Hold on, isn't your power magic, Blue?" Nearl objected, but Blue dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

"Don't worry, Nearl, I got full control over it. Plus, I'll be growing with him too. Then it'll be alright if something does happen!" Blue assured with a nod. His legs were crossed, thighs mashing together around his hardening member; the thought of growing alongside another always got him going. Especially when they were this enthusiastic about getting larger!

They got into position. Nearl was having a hard time moving on account of his massive erection so while he idly stroked it, he sat and looked on at his friends facing each other. "Stand like this?" Ichigo asked curiously, his tail swishing behind him.

"Perfect. Give me a moment..." said Blue, who inhaled a large amount of air before the crackle of blue embers set his maw ablaze. This time he brought a hand to his flames and transferred them to his palm, where they turned into swirls of blue energy focusing at his fingertips. "I doubt it'll burn since you're already magic, but if it does, it'll only be for a second. It'll feel good afterwards, I promise. Ready to grow?" Blue asked, and upon getting an excited nod from Ichigo, the furry lizard went and pressed his glowing fingertips to Ichigo's chest, leaving a bright blue blazon on it which quickly began to sink into the fox.

"Ah!" Ichigo gasped, feeling warmer all of a sudden. A pleasurable tingling started spreading out from within shortly after the magic touch. "Y-you were right. It didn't burn, but now I'm feeling really warm...! It's fantastic! I'm..." Ichigo gasped, shooting a whole ten feet taller which put him eye-to-eye with Blue, "...bigger! Whoop!" the fox celebrated, and pushed another five feet taller almost immediately afterwards, "Whoa! Watch me swell!"

"Gosh, you're pretty receptive to my magic fire!" Blue had to take a couple steps back, although something bothered him. In his mind, he knew Ichigo should have been expanding sideways and getting more hung on top of his overall enlargement. "Wonder if that Hex he's on is interfering with my curse..." he murmured in deep thought, but his smile couldn't have been wider with this result. Seeing someone so excited over growing was making him excited too. "I better not fall behind! Hmmmmph...!" he took a second gulp of air, blue flames soon spilling out of his maw to wrap him up in their comforting warmth.

"Say, Blue, honey, are you available for private events?" Ichigo chuckled, stretching his arms skyward as he came face to face with the forest's tallest crowns. "'cause this is one heck of a party trick! Ooh!" the fox gasped, his attention caught by Blue's extra cushioned bulk coming up to meet him as he shot up in height.

"I don't know about that!" the swelling blue furred hybrid laughed heartily, his booming voice making the trees around them rustle. "I just really like growing with others. And you sounded like you really wanted to get bigger in a hurry! That's all there is to it." Blue smiled, his bulky arms flexing as he and Ichigo climbed past 60ft. tall, double Nearl's size. "Feels nice to be nice, and all that, heh!"

Ichigo leaned in to put his index on the cleft of Blue's spherical pecs. "Oh, I can _definitely_see it in your eyes, stud. You're looking pretty eager, yourself! Mhmhmh..." his mischievous smirk was highlighted by sensually falling eyelids.

Blue snickered, finding himself rather comfortably acquainted with his flirty expanding companion. "Hard to hide the excitement when I'm with somebody this big who also happens to be so cute and hot!"

"And you're also one smooth customer too, hoo! Where the heck did you keep this lovely lug hidden, Nearl, you whiskered palooka?" Ichigo shot down at the silently grumbling Nearl. He teasingly shook his enormous hips down at the cyan dragon seal, knowing full well he couldn't tear his eyes away from their massive bodies.

Blue's magic seemed be ebbing, making he and Ichigo stop growing at about 80 and 70ft. tall respectively. Nearl had witnessed the entire process while quietly rubbing at his aching, needy member. His dick had made a mess of pre-seminal fluid which he had fortunately managed to aim away from the ruins of the cabin. "Man, he's just too good at this..." Nearl thought as he admired not just Ichigo's gigantic bum but also Blue in all of his thick and bulky glory. In no time at all, the remote area of the woods had been filled up by the rising giants. They hadn't moved an inch from their initial positions and yet Blue's gut and Ichigo's flat tummy were rubbing together with the former's hefty chest pushing into Ichigo.

The fox threw his arms around the furry lizard, leaning down to nuzzle Blue's welcoming bosom. "Mmm, you're so beefy and soft at the same time, Blue."

"You kidding? You're the super fluffy giant walking pillow!" Blue laughed, his burly arms going down Ichigo's furry back, eliciting a playful little growl from the fox. Thorough cuddling was one of his favorite things to do with fellow giants. The thought that they loomed over the tallest trees in the woods and the power coursing through their veins was one of the most exciting aspects of being gigantic. But there was nothing quite basking in those sensations alongside another. That was why Blue let his hands roam over Ichigo's back, following the curve down to his waist and then the incredible flare of his hips. "Ahhh... uhm... may I?" he asked a bit awkwardly when his fingers stopped at the springy, bubbly cheeks at the fox's behind.

Smirking, Ichigo eyed Blue up from his comfy place at his pecs and bounced his ass on the slightly taller giant's hands. "I'd be offended if you didn't, honeyyyyy...!" the slender fox almost jumped in place when he felt Blue's fingers sinking into his ass, both hands delivering a generously firm squeeze.

"Sorry if I was a little rough," Blue chuckled roguishly, his eyes already showing a fair deal of arousal that Ichigo was quick to pick up. However, the loving, chubby hybrid didn't make it a secret at all when he admitted: "Your enthusiasm is contagious. I'm getting really excited here..."

"You're telling me!" Ichigo giggled, "Between seal boy's third leg and your immensely cuddly self, I'm getting the mother of all hard-ons..."

From his sitting position, Nearl could plainly see Blue's and Ichigo's cocks swelling, becoming engorged much like his own throbbing tool. Even though theirs were proportionate unlike his monstrously oversized one, them being considerably taller than himself made Nearl blush and tense up with arousal at how their genitals were practically looming over him.

"Mmmpph... I'm hard, too." Blue breathed out hotly, starting to narrow his eyes down at Ichigo, "We should tell Nearl to catch up already so that we can all..." his excited request saw a premature end when Ichigo gently pressed his index to his lips, equidistant between his tusks.

"Let him watch for a bit," Ichigo said, letting out a soft moan as he rolled his hips, rubbing his manhood over Blue's. He winked at his fellow giant and nodded below at Nearl, "Foreplay's important, too. Get him excited for it. Got more of that blue magic fire...?" he asked with a roguish grin, the tip of his tail burning blue.

Blue gasped as their dicks rubbed together, quickly coaxed into returning the favor with energetic pelvic movement. He returned a complicit smile to his fellow giant, "I think you and I will get along just fine, foxy."

"Took the words right out of my mouth, stud." Ichigo snickered, reaching down to grasp his own meat with a firm grip. Blue imitated him and with greater control the two giants started frotting energetically. Meanwhile, Blue breathed out more of his magic flames, absorbed by himself and Ichigo to further fuel their growth.

Heated breath rolled out of their open maws as their sensitive flesh rubbed together. Between horniness and pleasure from growth, the wood's humidity and the day's high temperatures, the aroused giants had been sweating enough to be surrounded by their own misty arousal. The constant, often clumsy rubbing of their cocks was making relatively enormous beads of musky sweat getting shaken off from their balls and dicks. This crude yet effective stimulus led their tree-trunk-sized dicks to begin expulsing precum in kind: Blue's bubbled at the tip first before generous globs started forming while Ichigo's almost instantly squirted from the crown, the pre gaining a bit of altitude only to crash back down on his glans where it messily splattered.

To a regular person the rain of masculine, heavy-scented fluids would have looked like someone was hurling musky bucketfuls from on high; the stuff splattering and digging shallow, gooey holes in the dirt. Nearl was large enough that, instead, he felt regular, droplet-sized splashes on his person. But he didn't raise a stink about it, the whole scene made him shut up and stare, almost as if under hypnosis, at the exciting sight of his two giant friends playing with each other while looming over him more than twice his own size.

Nearl couldn't fight his own arousal any longer; he had no interest in that any longer. His cock had grown so immense it was veritably a third of his own size now and he needed two hands to hold it. He brought it up holding it like a support pillar about to drop, taking his eyes off from the hot action above to stare at his own member. It was pulsing angrily from neglect, begging for a good deal of attention almost. Nearl went back to look up at the two hot guys above and while they frotted, he tightly gripped his meat, right claw above the left, and started pumping in rhythm to the rolling of Blue and Ichigo's hips.

One might have been tempted to say the now 70 and 80ft. tall monsters towering above the woods would have the biggest potential to make a creamy mess of the ground below them, but Nearl's smooth-scaled white balls would've provided with sufficient objection. The dragon seal's 'nads were swollen, having grown big enough to part his legs to the side, nestled neatly over his muscular thighs. Each taut sphere sloshed audibly and every other time Nearl completed a pump of his shaft, the tip doused everything in front of him with near-egregious volumes of hybrid spooge. Dirt, shrubbery, it all got carelessly washed away in Nearl's excessively messy pre.

"Fuck," the hybrid groaned, pulsing all over as the pleasure fed his own power. "This is too hot... I won't last long at this rate." Nearl growled on the low as he jerked off vigorously to the frotting occurring above him. He was starting to rumble all over already, his body starting to slide along the ground as he swelled larger, beefier, so much more muscular that his deltoids were starting to swell to eye level, his biceps starting to compete for space with his pectorals much like Blue's. Additional abdominal and oblique mounds started manifesting in his torso, adding to his already Herculean frame. And his legs grew ever thicker, finally surpassing the monstrous girth of his own dick at last.

"He's getting close. You know the more excited he gets the bigger he grows, don't you?" Ichigo moaned, now rubbing his soft and flat tummy with Blue's dome gut.

"Too slow to catch up to us, though..." growled Blue, who was playfully painting Ichigo's member with his pre. "I'd say I'm at about a hundred. I think I overdid it though, you're not as big, maybe if I..."

"We're perfect the way we are," Ichigo giggled, reaching in to peck Blue on his lips in assurance. "In fact, I have the perfect idea to put your big size to use while I... mm..." he paused to rest his head on Blue's chest pillows, "...I love your pecs, darling. So soft. Anyway..." Ichigo stopped grabbing his own dick and boldly took ahold of Blue, who gasped and started blushing again. Bed eyed, Ichigo murmured: "Get behind me and..." he whispered a plan that only made the larger giant turn even redder. However, the latter was far too into the secret idea to raise any objections.

Horny and in need to let off his load, Nearl had become completely focused on his own member. He was panting hotly against his messily precumming meat hose, leaning in to drag his tongue over the crown and catching some of the goop caught under the hood. As he slurped his own essence, the heavily aroused, gradually enlarging hybrid considered simply swallowing his immensity in order to give it the love it deserved. Before his lips made proper contact with the fat tip however, Nearl found himself leaving the ground. "Uhhh-wuh...?" he blinked, startled and letting go of his tremendous organ when he realized Ichigo was lifting him up.

"Uuunff...! Damn you're a heavy boy!" Ichigo's cheeks puffed out and he let out a labored huff. Although Nearl had only grown 10ft. taller and Ichigo was coasting a hundred in total, close to Blue's current 120, the dragon seal's heavily packed muscles were making him considerably heavy. It was taking all of Ichigo's upper body strength to hold his extra buff roomie up. Fortunately, with the taller Blue serving as his wall it was impossible for Ichigo to fall over.

"Whoa!" gasped Nearl, suddenly finding himself in mid-air well above the treetops. "You guys were really going at it!"

"I know," Ichigo grinned, his tail wrapping around Blue's tail. His gaze was set on Nearl's throbbing, pre-spewing meat. "But I think you were going even harder, big guy. In fact, I think you were about to deprive me of a nice drink under this sweltering heat. How cruel can you get?"

"Ichigo's a really cool guy, Nearl," Blue chimed in from behind with a snicker. His hands were fondling Ichigo's gigantic bubble butt from behind, sliding his head over the fox's right shoulder to look down at the utterly ripped dragon seal. "Didn't think I'd have this much macro fun on the weekend. Why don't you just join us?"

It was hard to argue anything with how lust-foggy his mind was at the time. For a brief moment, Nearl wished he could tell Blue the embarrassing things Ichigo had subjected him to; but he soon realized it'd only serve to get them all further hot and bothered. The truth was Nearl was having a hard time not getting himself all flustered when he imagined the way Ichigo had been strutting around their apartment, bigger and bigger, and how hot he looked blowing the exceedingly endowed Ash in that back alley. No, it was impossible for Nearl to keep thinking about anything but that stupid sexy fox.

"You heard him," Ichigo licked his lips as if he was eyeing Nearl like a juicy piece of steak. "Now get up here and gimme something to drink, studmuffin!"

With that, Nearl fell what little control he had left disappear as Ichigo summoned all of his strength to yank him up even higher. Blue pulled back just in time to allow Nearl's legs to slide over the fox's shoulders. With Ichigo's mouth wide open, half of Nearl's immense phallus vanished within a single inhale. The dragon seal's beady eyes practically doubled in size, bulging out when he felt Ichigo capture his erection deep inside. "Ohh... Oh God...!" Nearl stuttered, feeling slick warmth wrapping around his dick.

"Duh-damn, man..." Blue had been expecting some enthusiasm, but he certainly hadn't been prepared to see Ichigo swallowing half of that monstrous third leg in one go. His expression was one of sick intrigue and arousal at the same time. He had been horny before, but now his dick was so hard he could've used it to bowl over the woods like some sort of bludgeon.

And Ichigo hadn't forgotten about his new friend, either. He was rolling those bountiful hips back against Blue, giving his engorged shaft a good taste of that meaty wobbling for the sake of communicating his eagerness was mutual. Blue understood he didn't need to hold back and got to work. With his big strong hands groping that fox butt, he firmly yet gently spread the cheeks to the sides just enough to allow his twitching cock to lodge into Ichigo's intergluteal crease. With correct positioning, Blue then engaged in the opposite motion and hissed in pleasure as he pressed down the fluffy gluts all around his pulsing shaft. "Guh-gonna be a tight fit..." he warned, his tip kissing the giant vulpine's backdoor.

Ichigo couldn't turn his head on account of him gradually pulling Nearl in so that he could swallow even more of his meat. But he still glanced back, that lustful glint in his half-lidded eyes and the sassy angling of his hips practically telling Blue to quit stalling. And then Ichigo turned his full attention to the dizzy, overstimulated Nearl. His grip climbed from Nearl's legs to his swollen thighs, pulling him closer and closer, sinking his dick deeper and deeper until his greedy throat had managed to accommodate the smaller macro's incredible cock.

Nearl was woozy and he hadn't even come yet. He could feel warmth from Ichigo's mouth and the slick and sloppy activity of his canine tongue constantly assaulting the nerve ends on his phallic beast. When his eyes refocused, he could see himself straddling Ichigo's face, looking incredibly big to him up close. Nearl's swollen testicles were serving as a rest for Ichigo's chin as he suckled and partook of dragon seal pre.

It was constant suction, interrupted only for a brief period of two seconds when Nearl suddenly saw Ichigo's pupils shrinking in inverse proportion to the bulging of his eyeballs. Ichigo had seized up, something seemed to have caught him off guard. Nearl couldn't see it, but Blue had finally started penetrating him.

Ichigo didn't want to go back on his intent and tell Blue to slow down, but he certainly wanted to congratulate the big furry lizard for the girth he was packing. During his pause the fox whined all around Nearl's cock, feeling Blue's emboldened intrusion applied without any hesitation.

"Nnnghh... tuh-tighter than I expected for... a guy so bottom heavy...!" Blue remarked, although he did so through clenched eyes and teeth. The fox's anal passage was gripping him hard, proving to be an obstacle for the level of penetration Blue had been hoping for, but that didn't deter him; not with the way Ichigo insisted on bouncing that fat tush against him. With invigorated and shallow yet still caring thrusts, Blue redoubled on his penetrative efforts, finding it gradually easier thanks to the copious amounts of pre he was firing inside.

"Guhhh... nnghh... ah!" Nearl moaned as he was violently pushed up by Ichigo's tilting head, the giant sorcerer himself moaning all around the smaller hybrid's endowment. In an effort to catch himself without hitting Ichigo's scalp, Nearl put out his ears and grabbed onto his pointy ears, using them as handles as he continued to straddle his shoulders. "Ahhh... feels like I'm riding a buckin' bronco here!" Nearl exclaimed, "Calm your..." but his follow up fell short. With his new vantage looking over Ichigo's head, he now saw the reason Ichigo had begun squirming so irregularly. Rather, he saw the face of the one responsible for that squirming.

With gradually opening eyes, Blue greeted the smaller Nearl with a little smile. "H-huh-howdy, pardner." He stuttered a playful southern accent, arms roaming up his sodomized partner until he could cuddle them around Ichigo's torso.

"I get it. We're both riding this guy," Nearl was panting, but he still smirked at the clever greeting. It was an odd position to be sure, but seeing Blue so readily taking charge and fucking his supersized roommate from behind like this was making him throb madly inside of Ichigo's mouth.

Blue could also appreciate the attractive sight before him. Even though his brain was almost entirely dedicated to processing the vice-grip on his dick down below, Blue couldn't help but stop to drink in the aphrodisiacal view of that relatively short tank of a whiskered kobold face-fucking the same foxy femboy he was rectally penetrating.

Aroused at each other's actions, Blue began to dip his head down while Nearl pushed his snout up. Their size-mismatched lips met for a heated kiss full of passion. The same passion with which they initiated humping Ichigo.

Ichigo felt his fingers slipping off Nearl's thighs, knowing by the tug on his ears that the cyan giant wasn't going to fall off his head now. His arms jiggled like jelly, flopping to his sides limply. It was such a grand feeling. Other than slobbering over his roommate's colossal meat pole he had to do nothing but stand there, taking it. Both Blue and Nearl had both grown so horny they had each set the pace for his mouth and ass, thrusting with differing yet similar energy. Whereas Nearl was almost beastly in his ball-to-chin slapping thrusts, no doubt eager to blow his pent up load, Blue delivered powerfully without risking any painful moves. What he had certainly not planned on was the lovely make-out session happening just above his own head, however. It made Ichigo tingle all over, it made his already own erection twitch and further douse the woods below in fox pre.

While Ichigo's moans of pleasure vibrated all over the pounding cock he was sucking, Nearl and Blue were quite literally tongue-tied, fiercely snarling into each other's mouths as they made out. Saliva was exchanged with thick reptilian tongues locked in oral wrestling. Growing intensity made the humping turn into harder pelvic movements. Ichigo was soon getting slamfucked from both sides, and it didn't take long for the pleasure to overwhelm him. He was the first to cum, spraying for dozens of feet in an arc. But his was the only seed that graced the treetops.

Blue and Nearl came almost at the same time. Ichigo could tell from the vibrations of their loud yet kiss-muffled growls announcing their respective climaxes. Ichigo suddenly started feeling heavy as the pounding pieces of meat stopped their incessant twitching only to blast his esophagus and guts full of manly essence. The cum-overloaded femboy's eyes started to roll back into their sockets and he experienced a second orgasm, feeling his two lovers deposit more and more and more jizz deep in his insides.

The pleasure was great for all of them, enough to trigger a general growth spurt for the already massive trio. Ichigo's and Blue's feet were already starting to drag along the ground, expanding and knocking over trees that bit by bit were starting to shrink under well below the waist and soon could hardly reach up to Ichigo's knees. However, it was Nearl's growth spurt that was the most significant due to the sheer volume of his load emptying into Ichigo's stomach. The latter was the first to find out just how incredibly more powerful Nearl's expansion was, as he soon found his jaw getting pushed apart by more meat than he could conceivably fit anymore.

In a panic, Ichigo swiftly recovered the feeling in his arms and brought them up in a rush, using them to dislodge the happily cumming and rapidly expanding Nearl off his mouth. "Aahhh gaaah...!" Ichigo practically sputtered, cracking his jaw back in place and whimpering when he got a surprise hose down of Nearl's released member. The splashdown fell all over them, further caking down the woods with dragon seal semen.

A concerned Blue realized too late what was happening, so lost in his own bliss and growth that he only now realized Nearl's mouth wasn't as small as it had once been. Noticing Ichigo's distress, he pulled his arms back from the fox's chest and used them to take Nearl off his hands. With the growing Nearl in his grip, Blue had to tilt his head away to prevent getting the same white shower the fox had, holding the bulky dragon seal up like a particularly lewd doll that seemed intent on frosting the woods. Blue then pulled away from Ichigo, grunting a little as the last vestiges of his own ejaculation finished off and his afterglow finally started to set in. And feeling his own legs starting to give, the furry lizard deposited his sizable rump on the large section of the forest behind him before setting the calming down Nearl down gently. Panting, he asked: "Are you... uhh... okay?"

Nearl, who had so far caught up to Blue at 200ft. tall, sprawled on his own space on the woods. His dick was still standing up, rigid, but the violent bursts of jizz seemed to have died down. "I was... more pent up than I thought..." he quietly admitted. His balls hadn't shrunk down considerably, yet they didn't look as painfully swollen as before.

"I'd say!" Blue laughed, looking around at the considerably musky, gooey area around them. "God, that was so hot. Had fun, Ichigo?"

Thumping on his side, Ichigo slowly rolled to face his two lovers, lifting a shaky thumbs-up while licking his lips and sloshing his slightly distended gut. "You two did quite the number on..." he paused, purred a little and, tingling all over, expanded over the woods until finally catching up to Blue and Nearl. The three were over 220ft. tall by now, "...me. Ohhh my," he brought a hand to his cheeks, snickering, "This hex sure is powerful when catalyzing lust."

"Wuhh..." Nearl, still a little woozy from his orgasm, took a little extra time to sit back up. "Slow down. Shouldn't the spell be broken by now? Why are you still growing...?" he asked, turning to Blue who gave him a clueless shrug.

"Come now, big guy!" Ichigo giggled, "I told you. You have to love all of..."

"I think we loved you plenty already," Nearl interrupted, hissing a little when Ichigo, crawling closer, reached over to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. "Oohhhh fuck...!"

"Not plenty enough...!" the fox smiled, "You were super pent up, but you seem to have plenty left to give, sweetheart." Ichigo said, running a paw over the contour of one of Nearl's balls.

"Nnnghh... damn, you're insatiable!" Nearl remarked, but he found himself smiling. Perhaps it had been his latest sexual-fueled growth spurt, but his hyper-grown organ was already standing up and eager. Ichigo wiggled his hips in response. The clap of those gargantuan ass cheeks was making the gooey trees below rustle and spew dripping cum everywhere, but it was making Nearl's heart beat faster.

"I'm irresistible," Ichigo smirked. After blowing his load so soon however, Blue didn't seem as eager to get involved again at first. However, even his half-hard member twitched to the arrogance in that statement. Before the furry lizard could tell what was going on, he was lying on his back with Ichigo on top. "It's our time to kiss, Bluey," he winked, already nuzzling his partner. "C'mon, lemme help you."

"Shu-sure..." Blue couldn't believe Ichigo was raring to go already. He could see Nearl getting into position, kneeling behind Ichigo with one hand gripping Ichigo's thick posterior and another beating his meat. With a grin, Blue told himself he couldn't just walk out of the game when there was still some fight left in him. His legs began to spread, but Ichigo shook his head and brought a hand back to get a good grip on Blue's meat.

"You flatter me, honey," Ichigo smirked, cocked his hips to the right and lodged his dick at his crack. "But I'm feeling all power-bottomy today. This is no fuck-train," he explained with a grin as he started moaning and feeling Nearl behind him pushing his own member in. With both dicks caught between his extraordinarily wide cheeks, Ichigo let go of Blue so that he could get hot-dogged and frotted. "We're making a fox sandwich. Eeep!" his sexy smirk was interrupted by a surprised yip.

"Mmnnghh..." Nearl was grunting as he felt the padded cushioning around his meat, "It really is as soft as it looks. Having a bubble butt really suits you, fox boy!" he said, spanking the dump truck in front of him.

Ichigo yipped again. He had been prepared for the energetic groping but the slap shocked him. "Y-you're being quite a tease now, aren't you...? You'd better be ready. I got one guy milked already by my turbo thick booty today. Ready to break the high-score already!" he said, batting his eyebrows suggestively at Blue, who let out a hearty laugh.

"Yeah yeah, just don't cry about your waistline if you end up balloon-shaped after today!" Nearl aimed himself properly, bearing down the weight of his cum-soaked dick on Ichigo until the tip was teasing the fox's backdoor.

"Just be a little gen-TLE...!" the fox's eyes widened as he approached to kiss Blue on the lips, feeling his behind penetrated so suddenly with so much girth that he practically fell down on the partner he was topping. Blue threw his burly arms around Ichigo to hug him. "You brute! Hmph!" Ichigo decried, and in a huff went down to furiously make out with his fellow giant. Blue reciprocated.

Nearl, more desperate for a second round than he had initially thought, actually had held back. Every instinct on his raging hormone storming body was compelling him to decimate that fat ass, to fuck Ichigo to oblivion. Nearl had been lucky to have stopped himself at the initial third of his massive length. That tightness was no joke; it was quite the unexpected welcome when one considered the size of that butt. Part of the dragon seal still wanted to forego any care and hammer away, but he steadied himself to push farther inside of Ichigo.

"Ahhhh... suh-so horny..." Nearl gasped, his muscles tensing as he steadily fed more and more of his flesh to Ichigo's ravenous behind. With each dozen feet that vanished, Nearl found himself mounting Ichigo, finally sprawling atop him and Blue by extension. He kept pushing and accommodating himself, blanketing himself over the fox until his hands landed on the forest on each side of their sexual sandwich, using his beefy arms for support.

Ichigo grunted into his kiss with Blue, eyes shut tightly as he processed the pain into pleasure. His rectum had already taken abuse, and Nearl was considerably thicker and longer than Blue's earlier proportions, but the latter's cream pie had served as much welcome lubrication to ease the process. The deeper Nearl went, not only his deepest reaches but his ring was getting tested by the sheer girth of that monstrous penis. Ichigo almost lost his breath twice during the experience, but he still endured, squeezing down and pushing back against his stupidly well-endowed roomie.

Blue's passion hadn't diminished from his first make-out session that day. He in fact knew this was a great job for him. Without the pressure of having to control his urges and being allowed to enjoy the double pleasure of hotdogging Ichigo's ass while frotting with Nearl's penetrating shaft, all Blue had to worry about was to make Ichigo feel comfortable in order to take the beastly fucking Nearl was no doubt going to be delivering.

And deliver the cyan dragon seal did. As soon as his balls met with Ichigo's from behind, Nearl knew that had been sufficient penetration, even if it still felt like he could go even deeper. He didn't need to do that. Nearl wanted to fuck already. And fuck he did. He began humping at a steady pace but soon was slamming himself in and out of Ichigo with conviction and even more power. The fox whined into Blue's mouth, but was soothed by big massaging hands.

Blue could tell he was helping by the way Ichigo kissed. The less tongue action he received meant Ichigo wasn't as relaxed, so his massaging grew even more vigorous. He rolled and twisted his hips to match the rhythm of Nearl's humps. Ichigo had been acting tough, but Blue could easily feel the fox's pelvic muscles weren't putting out as much force as before while they were fucking earlier, and so his complementing motions were more than welcomed.

Bigger the trio swelled, their depravity swelling with them. Nearl grew with the volumes of pre Ichigo was milking, the latter's hex continuing to ascend his height. Fortunately for Blue, he still had plenty of reserves to catch up with them, needing very little focus to grow. And since he was the one with his back to the ground he could feel dozens and soon hundreds of trees at a time getting smothered under his expanding back. They were growing so much they were soon double the size before sandwiching, and it didn't take long for them to grow past 500ft. tall. It was so amazing! Blue thought he had spent himself, but his dick wouldn't stop throbbing, regaining full rigidity in Ichigo's crack. Soon he was also humping not only to match Nearl's thrusts, but to milk himself between the fox's massive cheeks.

The forest shook and quaked with the intense lovemaking session. Nearl growled unintelligibly, his hips becoming a blur as they struck and bounced off Ichigo's gluts. He was getting close, his swelling balls were slapping against Ichigo's with every return trip, the quartet of gonads noisily rubbing onto Blue's shaft in return.

And then Nearl came hard. Followed by Blue. Followed by Ichigo who made a mess between his and Blue's stomach. While the woods got yet another dosage of unsolicited jizz, the fox's belly once again began to stretch out as Nearl deposited his second major load with a victorious roar of pure delight. "Gnnnhaaaaah...!" the dragon seal hybrid arched back. Ichigo broke the kiss to moan out loud, with Blue joining them in the cacophony of manly release.

Nearl's orgasm made him grow another hundred feet in one go. Fortunately for Ichigo's insides, Blue had been paying attention and assisted the hex-enlarging vulpine with some more blue fire and saw both he and himself catching up to Nearl almost concomitantly. By the time they were done growing and cumming however, the trio had become all but exhausted.

"Guh-gawd..." Blue drooled, his dick hardly twitching next to Nearl's. "I... uhhh... I can't remember the last time I came that hard back-to-back..."

"Are you two people-shaped fire hydrants or something...?" Ichigo joked, having slipped his right hand between his and Blue's tums, rubbing at his own sloshy middle. "I feel just as stuffed as a thanksgiving... oooh." He shuddered, letting out a drawn out moan.

Nearl, the most exhausted of the three, slowly blinked his eyes while clambering over Ichigo who had continued expanding beyond their 500ft. height. He could feel his fluffy roomie growing taller and taller still, the tightness of his cum-milking hole steadily loosening with every additional hundred feet Ichigo put. "Buh-Blue..." Nearl sputtered tiredly, hardly able to make use of his Herculean muscles strength as he uselessly tapped Ichigo's stretching back. "You're gonna get smothered at this rate..."

"It's not Blue this time," cooed Ichigo as he glanced back at the constantly diminishing Nearl in his butt.

"You've gotta be kidding me... it's still going?" Nearl panted while glaring up at Ichigo in disbelief. He was only distracted by Blue's waving hand, his arm wiggling from underneath Ichigo's chest. "At least get off Blue. You'll crush him, you doof!"

"Mmm!" Ichigo's moans grew in volume with him, already more than twice the two studs' size. Once he realized the squirming going on underneath him, Ichigo chuckled and immediately rolled off, bringing the attached Nearl along with him and making the entire forest area shudder. "Oops. My bad, little walrus. I've been told I can be too much..." he reached down with a finger to playfully poke Blue on his nose.

"I'm fine," Blue said after a quick gasp, but instead of sitting up he just collapsed on his back. It seemed to take him a moment to tilt his head up and look at the sassy thousand foot tall femboy. "Although I gotta say that is one powerful hex, fella. Didn't seem like much at first, but you're still getting bigger, and I'm not even fueling you... Does it ever..." Blue paused, almost savoring the words, "...stop?"

"Well!" Ichigo laughed and clapped his sides against the woods, his motions continuing until Nearl had been dislodged, "That's an interesting question. I believe dear Nearl already has the answer, though!"

Clinging onto the still swelling Ichigo, Nearl pushed himself up along his butt and inhaled deeply. With a bit of additional focus, he summoned what strength he could to start growing after the fox. "Quit with the circular BS, dork. I thought you needed to get off for the spell to break."

"Bzzt! Wrong!" Ichigo jokingly teased, seizing Nearl by the waist as he climbed ever taller, looming over the dragon seal who try as he might could not keep up with the near half-mile tall vulpine. His tail alone could raze the entire forest if he wasn't so gently waving it above it. "I said you have to love me to break the hex." The pride in his know-it-all smirk couldn't have pissed Nearl off more.

"Are you..." Nearl's shoulders deflated in Ichigo's grip. With his head rested on his knuckles while tapping impatiently on Ichigo's forearm, Nearl cast a glare full of doubt at his utterly titanic roomie. "Did you seriously sleeping beauty yourself? Wait, am I the prince charming in this situation?"

"Succinctly put," Ichigo deliberated for a second before answering. "Yes."

Blue could hardly contain his amusement, but he elected not to make one quip about it. It was hard to make himself invisible in this situation, so he had to cover his mouth to stop himself from giggling out loud. Nearl caught that and started blushing, suddenly feeling way more vulnerable over this than being in the grip of a guy almost four times his own size.

"I know you love me, Neeaaaarl!" Ichigo sang out playfully, giggling and reaching down to poke the embarrassed dragon seal on top of his head, "And I'm gonna keep getting bigger and bigger without stop until I hear you say it."

"Way to put me on the freaking spot, you dumbass..." Nearl's whiskers drooped, his cheeks so red his cyan face was starting to look a shade of violet.

Satisfied and with a smirk, Ichigo cockily rested a hand on his immense hips and knelt up, glancing down at the defeated hybrid. "Well, what are you waiting for, you dummy buff dummy?" He was grinning ear to ear, wagging his tail. "Catch up and let's make love."

"Hmph," Nearl gave him an uppity snout turn-up, "Dumbass. Didn't have to go this far."

Ichigo cackled. "Of course I did. Getting you to pay attention to me is no easy task, darling. But I knew that once you get nice and big mmmrr..." he purred down, shaking all over and pushing his cheek up with his free hand in delight, "...that passion comes out. I just had to find a way to keep up. Aaaand..." he rumbled all over as his legs and posterior further sank the forest in greater and greater fox mass, "It's your turn to keep up, stud."

"Mnnghh..." Nearl couldn't argue with Ichigo when it came to his fixations. It really was all that was needed for him to get aroused and hard again, just watching someone swell, giving him that claustrophobic moment of another looming over him and making him feel dwindled and underpowered. Almost like some sort of defiant instinct which simultaneously made his entire being tingle. And that tingling always led to Nearl begin exploding with size. It was all Ichigo could do to lower Nearl down to the surface before he grew far too big and heavy to hold him up like before.

Blue, for once, didn't feel the need to keep up with the other two. Simply being witness to this incredibly endearing and sensual spectacle was enough; not that he counted with the necessary stamina to join up again. His only regret was not having a colossal bucket of popcorn.

It wasn't long before Nearl caught up to Ichigo's size, but he was soon enough surpassing the fox who had to shuffle onto his side and scoot back to give the utterly massive cyan beast more space. When all was said and done, Nearl's head was brushing the 3,000ft. mark with Ichigo only a fraction smaller; putting them close to the size difference back home.

Still embarrassed, yet determined to put an end to Ichigo's particular brand of madness, the immensely muscled beast of a hybrid made the entire forest area quake when his knees and junk hit the ground. His large hands mindlessly left their prints atop entire swathes of trees as he crawled over to Ichigo until he was covering his view with his immensity.

Gulping, Ichigo's earlier bravado and cockiness melted away in favor of a droopy-eared, submissive, almost coquettish little smile. Without the banter, Nearl was truly an intimidating, three-legged beast who by now could lob mountains into the stratosphere; Nearl could lob him into the stratosphere for having tricked him like this. Ichigo's tail became caught between his legs and he trembled with anticipation. With the way Nearl was topping him, Ichigo could see his lover's once-again throbbing shaft sliding up alongside his body, sandwiched between their bodies. "Hey, handsome," he finally, softly cooed up to his roomie.

Breaking the intense silence, Nearl uttered a singular: "Hey." And flexed his arms, lowering himself until their mouths touched. Nearl and Ichigo closed their eyes, enjoying themselves in a deep kiss the dragon seal had initiated. Tongues met and intertwined, soon beginning a wet and slick dance to manifest lust and desire.

Nearl pushed down with his knees, lifting his hips and his junk by extension. He gradually pulled back, using a hand to guide Ichigo's slender body, inviting him to spread his legs. Moaning into their kiss, the pair rubbed their erected cocks together, leftover cum scattering from the unimaginably heavy rods. Nearl only broke the kiss to compensate for their size difference and the immensity of his tool, putting the tip right outside his lover's ass-cheek-covered tail hole. "You sure you wanna go a third time?"

"Do you really need me to answer that?" Ichigo licked his lips, staring up at Nearl with quiet yet hungry bed eyes. He saw Nearl sigh deeply, as if summoning what little of his near-depleted stamina he had left to indulge the heavily aroused fox.

Tenderized as it was, penetrating Ichigo's bum by now had become a significantly easier task, yet that didn't stop Nearl from grunting every time he felt that foxy ring squeeze him with milking intent. Nearl was so sexually exhausted he felt like he was going to blow at any minute, so instead he focused on what he wanted to do. He returned himself to press down on Ichigo and started making out with him again.

Since neither was desperate for Nearl to cum, they took their time. While Nearl used his arms to roam and explore all of Ichigo's curvaceous frame, the fox brought his dainty fingers to rub at and dote on the big lug's face. Ichigo stopped at Nearl's cheeks, gently circling around his whiskers and stroking the follicles out without tugging. He then followed down the hybrid's thick, powerful neck, dropping to his heavily built deltoids before moving down to those ginormous arms.

And all the while, their hips started moving. Not thrusting, not mindlessly humping to achieve an orgasm in record time, not seeking that gratifying burst of sexual gratification, but matching improvised tantric rhythm where they could both enjoy themselves. Whereas Blue had begun teasing himself idly to the show, admiring and lusting after the much bigger giants, he was now so hooked on the romantic aspect that he found himself lying down on his elbows, simply observing and basking in the idyllic lovemaking.

With his own member caught between them now, Ichigo could feel every single one of Nearl's abdominals pressing down over his shaft, keeping his dick lovingly trapped between the smooth-scaled mounds. Every time they completed a pelvic cycle, he was further stimulated. His testes in their furry scrotum had rolled over Nearl's shaft, hanging just low enough for them to rest upon his lover's taut pair.

And thus, with their imposingly supersized bodies covering the very woods they had retreated into for the weekend, the two lovers moaned into each other's mouth when, inevitably, they shared sexual climax in each other's arms. Nearl's release was no less impressive the third time, yet it was not the equivalent of a broken dam now that he was satisfying something other than his base instincts.

Finally done with the sloppiest kiss he had had in recent memory, Nearl pulled back, panting. His cheeks were still flushed. His lips trembling as he quietly stammered out: "How was it?" without making eye contact.

Ichigo, with a gentle smile, reached up to stroke Nearl's handsome visage before cooing up a teasing: "I didn't hear the words, prince charming. You want to save me, don't you...?"

With Blue proverbially hanging by the edge of his seat, his eyes were practically searing lasers on the embarrassed Nearl. He briefly wondered if Netflix would be in the market for quirky macro romances.

There was so much ass kicking in the fox's future; Nearl promised himself. But for now, he saw no harm in being the hero. His own heart availed him. This was not a lie, he could assure himself, so he decided to stare directly into Ichigo's eyes.

"I love you, you fluffy dumbface."

Blue found himself slow-clapping from his little part in the defiled forest. He so loved happy endings.

The End.