Descriptions of Issac Kanto

Story by issackanto on SoFurry

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Descriptions for Issac's standard and large forms.


Standard Form

Before you stands a 9' tall, slender vulpine. He looks curiously at you as you examine him, his silky smooth and soft fur mostly blue with cyan under his muzzle, down the front of his neck, chest, tummy, and down between his legs. His 'socks', ears, and tail tip are all white, and he has deep violet eyes, the irises of which seem almost crystalline in look. He looks at you curiously through the oval framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his muzzle.

His oversized ears swivel idly as his soft eyes watch you examine him. The vulpine typically wearing an elegant silk kimono of various styles to suit his mood. He can also be occasionally seen smoking a Japanese style silver pipe with blue tassel, the smoke smelling like a combination of oranges and raspberries. His large tail hanging millimeters from the ground, swaying just slightly as if waiting for the next thing you might say.

Large Form

Before you stands an enormous figure. Mountainous wouldn't even begin to describe him. The first thing you notice is his massive footpaws and large ankles. Though covered in soft white fur they sport huge black claws on each toe and seem excessively strong. Traveling upwards your eyes see why as past his ankles the back of his lower legs simply explode with the biggest, roundest, most massive calves you've ever seen and further upwards past his strong knees his quads erupt massively, so enormous you wonder how he can even walk. The gigantic thigh muscles would make the biggest, furs do the splits even attempting to straddle. Describing his legs like elderly redwoods wouldn't even begin to describe their impossible thickness. In fact, the enormous thighs are so big around they strain the leg holes of his custom made, insanely stretchy speedo to the limit. The fabric look like it could tear or burst any moment from more than just his muscles though. In front of him the most absurd package pushes out far in front of him, fighting his gargantuan legs for space. Completely unaroused it's so big it would give macros cause for concerned. Even completely unaroused his custom-made speedo seems to barely be able to contain it as the three bulges of his balls and sheath loom over you. The weight of such must be so immense it's no wonder only a creature of his insane strength could support them, millimeters from touching the floor. How he walks at all with such size must be a topic of debate.

Struggling to take your eyes off those planet-sized bulges you continue to look up, now having to turn your muzzle/snout upwards as you the waistband of his speedo straining against his immensely thick torso. Oddly enough due to his Foxish genes he still maintains a comparatively slender waist. His huge white paws with sharp black claw tips rest on his hips as he looks down at you, waiting for you to finish your examination. His bulk already filling your entire view as a single claw idly taps against his waistband patiently. Above his strong but flexible wrists his forearm surging out as your eyes travel up further. Rivaling his tremendously huge calves in size you'd imagine this vulpine could crush a mountain with one fist with zero effort whatsoever. The deep crevice between his impossibly thick forearm and planet sized bicep deep and dark, his bicep making its presence known without even having to move as it bulges out from his upper arm like a planet unto itself, a huge vein here and there crisscrossing it, feeding those hungry muscle with nutrients constantly. It's almost impossible to tear your gaze away from how freakishly enormous his arm is but you manage to glance back at the waistband of his speedo and the insanely huge abs pushing out from his tummy. As your eyes travel higher still his lats and abs take up all of your view but pale in comparison to his gigantic pecs. They are so massive they cast a shadow over the rest his body, exploding out so far in front of him you'd have no hope of ever seeing his head or even the end of his muzzle. Massive shoulder muscles on either side of them connecting those beyond titanic arms.

The vulpine leans over to look down at you over his freakish pecs, his deep violet eyes and soft expression looking down at you, his impossibly overbulked form towering over you as his oversized ears perk and he looks down through his oval framed glasses which rest on the bridge of his muzzle, awaiting your next word or move.