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 six
©2013 - Sylvan Scott

six
“Tyler Solomon”

Omicron House had a pool. It was about half-Olympic size and filled about a third of their fenced-in, large back yard. The white granite patio tiles ran from the sliding, glass back doors, under a red-and-white striped awning, beneath several café tables and chairs, to the shallow-end. A concrete walking path surrounded it and a high-dive board was at the far side. If not for the high, wooden walls of the surrounding fence, James had no doubt the neighboring fraternities would have quite the view of Omicron House and its residents.
Grass and carefully sculpted plants filled the rest of the yard with a late-summer garden filled with squash and tomatoes along the back wall. From what he’d heard the guys talking about, soon everyone would be back and this would be the center of activity for most of their members.
Without fur, a muzzle, a tail, or anything remotely non-alien, James was confined to the house and its more secluded grounds. Right now, he needed the sun. The past week had been rough (if fun) and exhausting. He was finally discovering his libido’s limits. The only annoying part was that, despite his exploration of his desires and feeling good about it, he still felt all pent-up. If anything, the sensation had increased. At first he’d thought it was an emotional side-effect of running up against so many sexual taboos.
Actually, he’d pushed past those a couple of days ago in Mack’s room and gotten further help breaking them from Mick and Jayden. He’d not seen Taylor since Monday.
Tyler was in the back yard.
The reddish-orange fox was always impeccably dressed. Today was no exception even though his formal Breaks & Burrow suit coat (a brand, he was assured, that was very expensive and exclusive in this world) folded over one of the deep-end ladders. The pool was drained and Tyler stood with his white, button-down shirt showing few signs of sweat despite the hot sun. His sleeves were rolled up and the fox was sweeping debris and leaves into a plastic bag. As always, he wore his high-end, black shades.
“Uh, shouldn’t you be in, like, work clothes?” James asked, walking around to the deep end. He looked down at the dapper fox and marvelled that he could still make out his oversized bulge even from this angle.
“These are work clothes,” Tyler said smoothly. He tilted his glasses down his slender muzzle and arched a brow up at James. “Just because there’s work to be done doesn’t mean you abandon style to do it.”
James smiled. Tyler was the oddest of the five he’d met. While all of them were hardly what he would call “normal”, Tyler was a surreal combination of class and lust. He definitely knew that the others looked at him all the time and definitely wore clothing that did nothing to conceal himself. At the same time, he chatted just as erotically as the rest and had the reputation of being twice as horny.
He’d been hoping to get him alone all week.
“So, uh, tell me—”
“Wanna blow me?” Tyler interrupted.
James blinked. “Excuse me?”
Tyler laughed. “Please:  don’t act shocked. You’re terrible at it.” He put down the broom he’d been using to sweep sand, dirt, and debris and crossed his arms. “I can tell you’re beating around the bush. There’s no need. The others think you’re great; you’d know if we didn’t want you around or in our beds.” He chuckled as James blushed. “Plus, we know that you like us big men.”
“I guess it’s easy when you can do all that, uh, grow-y stuff, then,” James said.
“Well, growing is a lot better than merely being big,” the fox agreed. “I’ve been big all my life—horse-sized, actually—but I’ve only really begun to enjoy my sex life when I figured out how to go even further.”
James gulped. “I … see.” Shyness crept into his voice and he had to clear his throat. Tyler’s comment about James being bad at subtlety hit home. His normal reluctance, though, had been fading. Normally, only when he got into the thick of things ... into the heart of intimacy, did his natural enthusiasm start to overcome his hesitations. Getting over that initial hump was the biggest problem. But that hump had passed probably about the time that Mack had fucked the living daylights out of him. “How do you do that, anyway? The growth.”
“Trade secret.”
Tyler watched him as James paced back and forth, above. Part of James hoped that, from below, his own sizable bulge looked more impressive to the wildly-endowed fox, but he doubted it. He didn’t think that any of these guys looked on bigger-than-average men like himself as “big”. But, he still didn’t know what “big” was, here. Were all horses like Mack? What about other species he’d heard about:  bulls, elephants, and giraffes? Back home, he’d heard that rats were the most endowed creatures in the world, relative to their body mass. Still, that could just have been a size-queen’s urban legend. It wasn’t like he had ever checked. But, now, living in a new world with his anthropomorphic hosts, it was something that was constantly on his mind. It was even more prominent due to how sexual these guys were. Granted, frat boys back home had the same reputation but, still...
“So, are you going to join me?” Tyler asked, interrupting James’ nervous reflection.
“Where? In the pool?”
The fox shrugged, the black rims of his sunglasses glinting in the afternoon light. “I don’t see why not. It’s empty; we’ve got privacy. Half the guys are at Mel’s Liquors getting drinks for the weekend and you clearly want to play.”
James knew he was obvious. Not only was he semi-hard but he had been called on his badly-concealed flirting already.
“Well, I could come down and, uh, help you clean the pool,” he said.
The fox raised a brow behind his glasses. James could tell that his feeble attempt at a double-entendre had been noticed for the bad try it was. He chewed his lower lip and didn’t try to fill the silence with any more words. He walked around to the ladder that led into the depths of the deep end. A few seconds later and he had climbed to the bottom with Tyler. He glanced at the bulge stretching out the fox’s black dress pants.
“I, uh, don’t think I could take all that,” he said, shyly. He half expected Tyler to reassure him with some new, fantastic magic. Instead, the fox just shrugged.
“Who said I was going to fit inside you?” He smiled thinly and leaned against the tile rear wall of the deep end. “I want to see how talented you are.” He winked and, after licking his fingertip, ran it across one edge of his glasses.
It didn’t take long to get James out of his pants. In his briefs, clean and borrowed from one of the fraternity's still-abroad members who didn’t have a prominent tail, his stiffness showed prominently. The fox, though, didn’t seem interested in staring. Instead, he sauntered closer and kept his eyes trained on James’. James stood his ground as the rich-looking man walked up so close that his muzzle brushed against James’ nose. James started to close his eyes and move into a kiss, like he had with Mack, when he felt the large, soft heat of Tyler’s clothed cock and balls press up against his own.
James felt himself get even harder. He almost thought he could feel his heart racing to pump blood to his groin. His shaft strained at the cotton of his underwear and he felt moistness at his tip. The spongy, soft groin of the fox smooshed around his turgid insistence.
Tyler said nothing but kept staring, intently. James felt himself getting lost in the darkly reflective sunglasses. James swallowed and felt his needs continue to grow. Tyler hadn’t made a single move and, yet, James knew that he shouldn’t make the first. He felt a whimper escape from his throat and blushed. The fox chuckled, his long whiskers twitching.
James felt nimble, lithe fingers press his cock back against his body through his straining briefs. He’d not even seen Tyler move. The delicate, well-dressed fox was so subtle, so unobtrusive, that the half-naked human hadn’t noticed. He whimpered again and moaned. Behind the glasses, he saw the red fox’s eyes glance down.
James had never been so hard, so in need of stimulation. He followed the gaze and shivered. He was harder than he’d ever been and, consequently, bigger. Gently, the fox pulled back the elastic band of James’ pants, letting his tip and top half of his cock rise against his slender abs.
“Nine inches, unless I miss my guess,” Tyler drawled. “I’m glad I can bring out the best in you.”
“It...it’s nothing,” James stammered, quietly.
“Compared to me, it is,” the fox agreed. James felt chagrined. “But,” Tyler continued, “I don’t judge my playmates by my standards. I judge them by the world’s.”
“Can you... Could you make me … even bigger?” The question was out of James’ mouth almost before he realized he was asking. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the fox’s groin. But, after a second, the gentle touch of Tyler’s finger, crooked under James’ chin, brought his eyes back up to meet his.
“If you deserved it,” he said. “But this isn’t about you. This is about us.” He stepped in closer and James felt his cock get pressed by Tyler’s enormous groin into his belly. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said.
James could only nod agreement.
After a moment, he felt Tyler’s hands unzip his pants and something warm, furry, and rubber-soft press up against his hard cock. Two orbs and an enormous, flaccid shaft—still in its sheath—pressed against his groin. Each of the fox’s balls had to be melon-sized. And the shaft... The shaft felt like it was as big as a butternut squash. He almost looked down but the eyes behind that dark reflection kept him steady.
“Good boy,” James cooed with a soft, commanding tone. “Don’t move.”
With that, James’ straining cock felt long, warm, furry fingers—as soft as down—wrap his shaft and, teasingly, tickle the ridge of his tip. Gently, his playmate pressed his two massive orbs around James’ shaft. James couldn’t help it:  he slowly pressed his hips forward between the cleft in Tyler’s balls. The soft fur caressed his insistent shaft as he left a thin trail of precum between them. A tiny smirk appeared at the corner of Tyler’s muzzle.
“You’re starting to get it,” he said, slyly.
The two were so close together, they looked like they were waltzing in the bottom of the empty pool. James wished he’d be allowed to look at what was happening but he’d been told not to. He gulped and continued to obey the fox’s gaze. A heat ran through the warm orbs and James shuddered at the feeling. He slid his hips back an inch or two and then pushed forward once more. Tyler kept his gaze even.
“Keep it slow,” he ordered. His voice was still calm but unquestionably in-charge.
James began to slowly thrust back and forth, much more slowly than he normally would during sex. But each time he started to speed up, Tyler’s fingers would gently squeeze the instruction to slow down. Every now and then, his tip would press into the spongy contours of Tyler’s cock:  the fox’s urethra pushing back with the human’s desirous thrust. The heat, though, continued to throb through their contact. Tyler’s balls soon seemed to be pressing against mid-thigh and, without looking, James could tell that the fox’s cock was growing. The bulge of his shaft, without getting harder, rose against the two men’s stomachs.
Steadily, he continued to slide his cock between Tyler’s balls as the fox stroked and masturbated James’ unprecedented nine inches.
From melons to watermelons, Tyler’s huge testicles hung lower and lower but remained caressing James’ shaft. His huge sheath bunched up and rose, slowly, up to the human’s sternum:  trapped between them as it grew. James nearly glanced down twice but, each time, Tyler commanded him with his gaze to keep looking forward.
It was getting harder to not look.
James whimpered, slowly, and transitioned into a groan as his precum continued to leave lines of moistness against the fox’s furry balls. As minutes went by—as nearly fifteen, then twenty passed—he felt himself nearing climax. Tyler’s balls were now pressing against James’ knees and he could just start to see the shape of the monstrous bulge beneath his field of vision against his chest. Tyler reached around and squeezed James’ ass, pulling him closer.
“Cum, little man. Impress me and, maybe, next time I’ll let you see.”
James needed no encouragement.
He was barely holding himself back as it was.
With one last whimper, shuddering into a moan of lustful release, he climaxed. His balls and cock were both nestled between Tyler’s orbs and he felt so small by comparison. But his orgasm was the largest he’d ever had. Spurt after thick, gooey spurt sprayed from his slit and his knees began to buckle. Tyler’s hand clutched his ass more firmly and kept James standing.
He spurted again and again, spasms wracking his body, for nearly a full twenty seconds. Then, panting, he leaned forward against the fox’s sweat-stained shirt.
“Don’t look down,” Tyler reminded him. “Not even now.”
James just nodded as the fox lowered himself. After a few moments, he felt the long, warm muzzle wrap itself around his still-stiff shaft. He moaned as Tyler’s tongue lapped up all the cum still left on James’ tip. He whimpered and shuddered as Tyler sucked, hard, to drain the last drops from his softening erection. He shut his eyes with the name of God on his lips. After a minute, the licking and sucking stopped. When James finally opened his eyes, Tyler had backed away and zipped up his pants. However he had done it, the impeccably dressed fox showed no sign of any stain or wetness. This was despite the fact that his pants bulged even more obscenely, now, than they had before. He looked like he had a pumpkin stuffed down his trousers.
James licked his lips and looked eager.
“What about—?”
“You haven’t earned it, yet,” Tyler interrupted. “But you’re closer.” He lowered his glasses a bit to stare over their rims. His yellow-gold eyes glinted in the light of day. “Maybe next time I’ll let you watch. And the time after that?” He smirked, slightly. “Maybe then, I’ll give you permission to try and blow me.”
James slumped against the side of the pool, spent.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered.
“Good boy.”

…to be continued…