This story was written as a commission for JamesFoxes of Fur Affinity. The story is a tour of as many macro themes as could fit into the same story:  growth, muscle-growth, hyper-sex, paws, and even a little inflation and mild vore. The only request was that there be no shrinking. Everything else I could think of with a “macro” angle is present. This is not erotica but—rather—pure porn. Make no mistake: this is fetish material for those who love size. The world-setting (containing Omicron House), and the characters of James White (the human), Taylor Grey (the rabbit), Mack Post (the horse), Tyler Solomon (the fox), Mick Tully (the kangaroo), and Jaydon Golde (the other fox) are owned by myself.

Indelible, part two
©2013 - Sylvan Scott

two

James could tell Mack was trying not to stare. It was okay. In return, James was trying not to keep glancing at the massive bulge the horse kept in his pants. He may have already seen it, downstairs, but now that he and Taylor were clothed, it was even more alluring.
Mack had put on blue, denim jeans that were painfully tight-fitting on his trim, toned legs. His top, a rock concert shirt for a band of jackals, was stretched over his lean, muscular chest and showed off his strong upper arms and powerful abs. Just visible through the fur on his left shoulder was a black tattoo showing a profile of a hyper-muscular horse flexing his arm and winking at the viewer. James supposed that, if shaved down a bit, the tattoo would be more visible.
For his part, Taylor had put on beige short-shorts (showing off his thighs), a black mesh tank-top, and a silver chain to go with his six-sided die that he wore around his neck. He had slipped on a pair of oversized flip-flops for his larger-than-life feet and was just offering James a cup of fresh, hot coffee in the frat house’s kitchen.
“Human, you say?” he said.
James just nodded. “That’s what we call ourselves.”
“Hunh.”
Mack shook his head, slowly. “Ya look like a chimpanzee, only without facial hair, tail, or a muzzle.” He glanced over at Taylor. “It’s … weird.” The big horse said it in a low tone and it was clear he didn’t mean to be insulting. James smiled.
“That’s okay:  you look like a horse on two legs.”
“How many legs should I be standing on?”
James blushed. “Uh, actually, back where I come from, you’d both be on four.” He sipped the coffee. It was surprisingly good, its bitterness ameliorated by a hefty dose of sugar. “And not talking.”
“What? Like an animal?” Taylor lisped. He had the most adorable, effeminate swish to his mannerisms. He seemed to lisp when he got excited. At the moment, he pursed his lips in a distasteful pout. “That’s … gross!”
“Sorry, sorry,” James blurted out. “It’s just, back home, there are two types of living things:  humans and animals.”
“We have animals too,” Mack said. “But the difference between them and the rest of the hundred-twenty races is that we’re intelligent and walk upright.”
“And we have hands,” Taylor added.
James nodded. “I guess evolution went different on my world,” he said. He stole another glance at Mack’s package before looking away. His gaze fell on Taylor’s. In his tiny, tight-tight shorts, it was equally impressive, and James had to keep his eyes moving.
“Okay, boys,” sang Tyler, swishing into the room, “I just got a call from Jayden:  he’s at the airport and needs a pick-up.”
Tyler was a fox with an enormous, fluffy red tail. He wore a button-down white shirt, midnight blue suit coat, and red bow-tie. The tips of his ears had a flash of white on them before becoming fully black. His reddish orange fur was similarly marked at the wrists and ankles with white and black bands. His eyes were hidden by a pair of slender, stylish sunglasses. He wore a rainbow-colored charm bracelet around his right ankle, just above his stylish, polished leather shoes. His black, pinstripe pants were slick and professional but still made James look twice. He knew he was a size queen but he still felt embarrassed for glancing over at the only man he’d met, here, who seemed as big as Mack. The fox had a bulge that looked as if he’d stuffed two grapefruit and a sweet potato into his underwear.
“You wanna get him?” asked Mick in his Irish brogue.
Mack nodded. “If you three are okay playing host for our human, here.”
Mick nodded.
The kangaroo was as slender and lean as the rest of them but the tallest of the four. His fur looked downy-soft and was a light brown tinged with orange highlights that James thought had to be artificial. Mick’s tail was extraordinarily thick and the seven-foot-two kangaroo would often lean on it while standing casually. He’d shaved the somewhat long fur at the top of his head into a very small, mousse-styled mohawk. Like the other “hopper” in the house, Taylor, he wore short-shorts that showed off his not-inconsiderable bulge as well as a pink mesh shirt over a strange, alternate-reality “Lady Gaga” T-shirt. The woman on the shirt looked like a ferret or mink wearing glam clothing and carrying a microphone. To finish his ensemble, he wore a black leather belt around his slender waist.
James tried not to stare at any of them too much.
On the other hand, they didn’t exactly hide the fact that they were staring at him.
Both Tyler and Mick had come home after Taylor and Mack had brought him up to the kitchen for their interrogation-over-coffee.
“We’ve got this, honey,” Taylor said to Mack.
Tyler nodded and strode up next to the kitchen table and flicked his fluffy tail across James’ face.
“No fears,” the fox said.
“Agreed,” added Mick with a delightful song in his voice, “Our little peeping Tom, here, is just adorable! You won’t be causing us any trouble, will you?”
James just shook his head. “Oh, no!  Never!” he said. “I still don’t know how I got here in your … your...”
“Fraternity,” Mick finished for him. “Omicron-Mu-Omicron.”
“Omicron House for short,” Taylor said.
Taylor and Tyler, Mick and Mack:  this was definitely interesting.
“Okay, I’ll go get Jayden and bring him up to speed,” Mack said, fishing his car keys out of his impossibly tight pants. “Although Lord knows what we’re going to do with two foxes at once.”
Tyler lowered his sunglasses and winked. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” he said.
The horse leaned down and kissed the fox on the lips. “Promises, promises,” he said. Then, he left for the airport.
Mick tousled James hair and whistled appreciatively. “Oof:  a redhead with green eyes,” he observed. “I almost went red, once, you know.”
“Yeah, but if you had, you’d have spent all your time staring into a mirror,” Tyler quipped.
Mick stuck his tongue out at him.
“The question is, where did he come from,” Taylor said. “Cute or not, that’s what we have to answer.”
“It’s the ink, obviously,” Tyler said. “I mean, did one of you wish for a cute, fur-less boy to come visit?”
The ink? James wasn’t sure he had heard right.
“It doesn’t work by wishing,” Mick said. He slid his fingers through James’ hair to the back of his neck before turning to face the others. “It’s more ritualized than that.”
“Well, did someone ritualize him into our world?” Tyler reiterated.
Taylor shook his head. “Mack and I certainly didn’t,” he said.
“And no one else is back from summer vacation, yet,” Mick added.
“And I don’t even remember how I got here,” James said. He wasn’t sure what they meant by “ink” or “rituals” but figured he’d go with the flow. He shivered in the wake of Mick’s touch and tried not to think about the towering, lanky kangaroo, naked. He tried not to think about any of them naked. He tried not to think of the butterflies in his stomach. “One minute I was walking down a book aisle and then...” He trailed off. There was no clear, sharp demarcation between being back home and being here. It was as if he’d just sort of flowed from one place to the next without really noticing the transition for several minutes. It had been like waking from a dream. But if this world was a dream, it felt far more real than any he’d ever had before. He hoped he wasn’t losing his mind.
“Well, look, you are gay, though, right?” Tyler asked.
James turned and ended up facing that massive bulge in the fox’s pants. He blushed and looked up to meet his eyes. “Uh, yeah. Why?”
“Oh, no reason,” James smiled. “Just making sure you’re okay with it. We all are, here. All seventeen members of Omicron are queerer than a queen.”
It must have been a colloquialism James had never heard before; something native to this world.
“Yeah, well, I’m not really out of the closet, though,” James admitted.
“Really? A cute boy like you?” Mick asked.
Taylor chuckled. “A big, cute boy like you?” he clarified.
James blushed again and folded his hands in his lap. All the attention had been getting him stiff between the legs.
“Your skin gets all red, now and then,” Tyler observed. “Do all humans do that?”
“Uh, sometimes,” James muttered. It was like being under a microscope the way these guys kept staring at him. Then again, they were pretty fun to peruse, too. His eyes flitted to Tyler’s bulging groin, briefly. “But, yeah, I like guys.”
Taylor laughed. “You had to ask, Tyler? What’s happened to your gaydar?” The rabbit half-skipped over to stand next to the seated James and idly stroked his cheek with the back of one, grey-furred finger. “Can’t you tell just how turned-on he is by all this?”
“It’s been a long day at the office,” Tyler complained. “I’ll get back in the game by dinner.” But he grinned as if reassured that James played for the same team.
“Besides,” Taylor continued, “I can tell that he not only likes the guys but has certain ...other... interests, too.” He winked and leaned low to whisper in James’ ear. “Don’t think I’ve not noticed you checking out my bros’ bulges.”
James gulped and looked up at Taylor. “Hey, I didn’t—” he started to stammer.
“How does it make you feel, hon, to know that you’ll never hang as low, be as thick or huge as this dapper foxie, here?” Taylor was pouring on the seductive tone, teasing with every syllable. “He’s such a big boy, isn’t he?” He indicated Tyler with a wink and nod of his head.
James gulped. “That isn’t what I, uh, well... I’m not like that,” he lied.
“Aww, isn’t that cute? He’s embarrassed!” Mick exclaimed, clasping his hands together over his heart.
Tyler chuckled and leaned against the kitchen counter. His fluffy tail, held straight up behind him, brushed forward over his head like a palm frond. He looked over the top of his dark sunglasses at James and winked.
“I’ve always been a big boy,” he said, slyly. “Don’t really need much help.”
Mick laughed. “Oi:  sure, you were,” he said sarcastically. “You were big, fox, but never—”
“Biggest an’ still best,” Tyler replied. He licked the tip of his finger and ran it along the frame of his glasses.
Taylor laughed warmly, but never pulled his eyes away from James. He licked his own fingertip and reached up to run it along Tyler’s glasses in the same, slow, seductive motion. “Yeah, he’s embarrassed:  wishing he had some of our big, bulging friend’s fox-cock, here.” He moved his finger down, slowly, across Tyler’s immaculately dressed chest and then lower:  around the obscene bulge between Tyler’s legs.
James gulped but couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking from Taylor’s expression to Tyler’s bulge. Tyler chuckled and leaned back a bit; his groin pulsed and flexed causing James to chew his lower lip.
“Look, guys, I, uh—”
He stopped.
His eyes grew wider.
For a moment, it looked as if the slight touch of Taylor’s finger was encouraging Tyler to get an erection. His pants began to tent but not as if something hard were growing. Rather, it almost looked as if the fox’s balls and cock were just expanding without stiffening. James swallowed, hard, remembering the size change he’d seen in the basement.
“Never be as big as our foxie, here,” the rabbit repeated, running his finger around the slowly swelling bulge again.
James swore he could practically feel the heat radiating from the smiling fox’s pants. He chewed his upper lip and reached out.
“No! Bad human!” Mick said, lightly slapping his hand.
The kangaroo sauntered around so he, too, was in front of James. James stared.
Not only were there subtle, thin traceries of runes on his shiny, black leather belt but, below it, his own groin was swollen and straining against his too-short shorts. James swallowed, hard. Had he not already been witness to the strange phenomena of growth in the frat house basement, he’d have thought Mick slipped two, softballs and a summer sausage down his pants to tease him. But, no:  they were growing as he watched, making his shorts strain and stretch with a low groaning sound of tortured fabric.
And even though he knew that these animal-men, with their muzzles and inhuman nostrils, could probably smell him much more than he could smell them, he could detect the unmistakable musk of arousal on all three of them.
All three.
“...Cum Priapus fortitudo, invoco vos.” Taylor muttered under his breath. He stepped back, hand idly clasping the dice he wore. But James’ eyes weren’t on the little bit of jewelry. Taylor, like the other two, was having to widen his stance as the bulge between his legs grew. He licked his lips and reached out a bit to the closest:  Mick.
“Uh-uh:  no,” Taylor said, slyly. “Don’t touch the merchandise, little man.”
“Not until we know you can pay,” Mick said in his Irish brogue.
“And, trust us:  we expect substantial remuneration,” Tyler finished.
Rabbit, fox, and roo stood before him:  Tyler with his hands in his pockets, Taylor fondling his necklace, and Mick reaching down to cup his growing bulge.
James didn’t know what to do or say. He was fully hard, his pants squeezing his cock tightly, as he looked up at the three, incredibly endowed men. He heard a pop and saw a seam come loose on Tyler’s pants. Another rip came from his right where a tuft of Mick’s fur now showed through a rip at the edge of his swollen groin. The slow, steady stretching sound of not just fabric but also flesh, came from Taylor’s pants. Soon, the three each stood with bulges that made Mack’s huge endowment look normal by comparison. Each widened their gait to accommodate orbs the size of a fortune teller’s crystal ball and a thick, heavy tube between them nearly the size of a two-litre soda bottle. Only their clothing left anything to the imagination. He could hear more popping of stitches and ripping of seams. After glancing at each other, they approached. Their manliness got closer and closer to James’ face. Then, they stopped.
“That’s enough for today,” Taylor said in a low, sultry voice.
James blinked. “What?”
Taylor turned his back, flashing his white tail above that tight, toned ass of his. “That’s enough,” he repeated. “You’re our guest—”
“Maybe even ‘toy’,” Tyler interjected. The fox flicked his tail over James’ face, swishing it with a predatory flick.
“So, until we get to know you better,” the rabbit continued, “you’ll just have to be satisfied with looks only.”
Mick laughed, warmly, and turned to walk around behind James. James felt the kangaroo’s huge bulge rub against his shoulder. He shivered.
“Guys, I … I can’t just stay.” It was the truth, although at the moment he couldn’t say why. It wasn’t like anything back at home, back in the dorms, really had a lock on him. No matter what, nothing really left its mark on him enough to lock him down to anything or anyone. “I can’t stay,” he repeated, nervously.
“And unless we can figure out how you got here, you can’t go, either,” Taylor said. The rabbit looked to the monstrously huge fox and patted his groin, firmly. “Can you make up a room for our guest?”
“A small room, maybe,” Tyler answered. He gave James another quick once-over with his eyes and grinned.
“Of course,” Taylor said. He started to leave the kitchen for the living room. James turned and watched him go. In the adjacent room, the rabbit paused next to an antique, silver bowl on a small, white pedestal. It bore embossed figures engaged in some sort of ancient world revelry on the outside. Taylor dipped a finger into it and swished it around, looking over his shoulder provocatively. “But with more of the guys coming back from summer break, even a small room might not be enough. Each of us may have to put him ...up... for the night at some point.”
James swallowed, hard.
“Lookin’ forward to it,” Mick said.

…to be continued…