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 seven
©2013 - Sylvan Scott

seven
“Taylor Grey”

Taylor Grey was back. Lanky and lean, the bunny—the “rabbit”, James corrected himself—sat in the living room. He was barefoot and staring out the front bay window of the frat house looking contemplative. He wore a pink muscle shirt and high, hip-hugging, tattered blue-jean shorts. A silhouette of a dragon wrapped around a twenty-sided die had been ironed onto the front hip pocket. He had one toned leg crossed over the other as he leaned back. Idly, he toyed with his six-sided die necklace.
Next to him on the couch was a wooden cutting board from the kitchen and two bowls:  one with about twenty peeled garlic cloves and the other with about a hundred more, still needing preparation. On the floor beneath him was the silver bowl or oversized chalice that always sat in the living room. As always, it was full of a viscous pitch-black liquid. Over the past week, James had asked each of the guys about the basin. Each had told him not to touch it.
While, at first, he thought it must be part of a fraternity tradition and outsiders were forbidden to interact with it, he’d started doubting that assumption. Their reverence towards it seemed more casual. They didn’t defer to it or say any special words around it but in their body language, in their idle expressions, he could tell it was special … precious, even. He’d been in houses with full-sized crucifixes on the walls or small, personal shrines, before, and the chalice evoked a similar vibe from the guys of Omicron house. But at the same time, they treated it as if it was just another part of their lives.
“Hey there,” he said, clearing his throat. He entered casually, wearing a shirt that Tyler had loaned him. It was simple and stylish, colored a deep purple. It felt like it was made from silk.
“Ah, hey there yourself,” Taylor said. If he’d been jarred from his thinking by James’ entry, it didn’t show in his voice. He was as smooth and confident as ever. “You’ve been busy.”
“Busy?” James walked over and sat down next to Taylor. He was careful not to kick the basin. The smell of freshly-peeled garlic was strong and inundating.
“Well, let’s just say that you’re the only thing the guys have been able to talk about for the past week.”
He blushed, deep and red. “Oh, that.”
Taylor smirked and his eyes crinkled at the corners with wicked delight. “Don’t sound so embarrassed. You’ve made a good impression. If we could, we’d offer you a place in the house.”
Hope surged in James’ breast.  “Why don’t you?” he blurted out. His heart beat faster. In that second, even though he’d given it no thought, he knew that he’d give up everything to live here. His classes, his job, his friends, his family:  they were important but nowhere near as strange and exciting as Omicron House and this world. “I can pull my own weight; the guys like me, and—”
“And there are no other humans in our world,” Taylor said. “You’d stick out like a sore thumb. It’s hard enough concealing our inkcraft from outsiders. Imagine us trying to hide you, long-term.”
James blinked and, after the words sunk in, turned his eyes towards the black liquid in the basin. “Your ‘inkcraft’?”
“Not everyone can invoke magic and cast spells, James.” He chuckled. “Even in what little you’ve seen of our world, you must have figured that out.”
James nodded. “Is that what all this is? Magic?”
Using his fingertips, Taylor spun his necklace on its slender cord. “Dilata me,” he said. “Fac ita sit.” A light seemed to emanate from the pips on each face of the die.
Before James’ eyes, Taylor got bigger. It wasn’t slow, either.
His lean, toned physique expanded in a surge, his dark grey fur rippling like tall grasses on the Great Plains. His clothing grew tighter, becoming so stretched it looked painted on. Then, before it could rip, his shirt and pants expanded and caught up with the rest of him. The couch creaked as the rabbit grew in all directions and reached a towering, eight-foot height. The cutting board was pushed aside on the couch cushions but didn’t fall to the floor. Taylor looked down and shook his head for a moment before beginning to contract back to his normal five-foot-nine.
“Does that answer your question?”
James didn’t answer right away. When his composure returned he leaned forward, pressing his hands against Taylor’s thigh. Emerald eyes wide, his words seemed to stumble all over themselves. Taylor had returned to normal size. “Please; you’ve got to show me more! I mean, well, seriously! This is the most amazing thing ever! And, and—”
“From what I hear, you’ve gotten a ton of samples already,” Taylor said with an arched brow. “And you still want more?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
Taylor actually shivered as his grin widened. “I think that’s why the others love you so much,” he said. “You’ve had this passion in you for a long time, haven’t you?”
James blushed. “I … I guess so.” He considered it. “It just hasn’t been able to, uh, get out.” Maybe that was the tangled-up sensation he was feeling? He didn’t think so, but it was possible, he supposed.
The rabbit put his large, rounded feet on the floor, splaying his toes in the thick carpeting. His feet straddled the silver chalice. “Well, while the others have been enjoying your ...company... I’ve been researching what brought you here. And I’m afraid the answer isn’t good.” He picked up the bowls of peeled and unpeeled garlic and stood up. James stayed seated.
Taylor walked into the kitchen to put the food on a counter. “We’re having a duo of fire ribs and grilled carrots, tonight,” he called back. “Both need lots of garlic. I have to dice some peppers, too, soon; maybe get a squash to roast from the garden.”
James stayed where he was and fidgeted. Anxiously, he looked after the rabbit. After a few moments, Taylor returned and sauntered back to the couch to sit down next to James. James was pretty sure that half the swish in the rabbit’s hips was for him.
“It was the very magic we’ve been using,” he said, continuing his earlier statement. He leaned down and slid his hands, gently, under the chalice’s basin. He lifted it carefully and then stood, taking it back to the pedestal in the room. Placing it where it belonged, he turned back to his human guest. “And exposing you to more of our inkcraft is just going to make it harder to send you home.”
He blinked and looked surprised. “Home? But … but I don’t care, sir; honestly, I—”
“Jayden and Tyler are into the whole ‘sir’ thing; it’s not really my style,” Taylor said. “But I can play at it if you like. If you were a ‘slave’ or something, it would make it easier to tell you the unyielding truth.” He returned to the couch and stood over the still-seated James. His toned, slender chest and sleek abs showed through his delicate clothes. James’ face was only a few inches above the generous bulge in his shorts. “But submissive or dominant, you have to go home. There’s no two ways about it. You don’t belong here … not in the long-term.”
“Why not? Can’t you, uh, make me like you?”
“Would you really want to be like us? It’s not all sex and fun and games,” he said. “We date, get our hearts broken, go to class, deal with families. You met us at the end of summer break.”
James swallowed and nodded. “I don’t care. If I could be like you...”
The rabbit arched one brow and returned to looking contemplative. “It might be possible,” Taylor admitted. “But, still, that’s not the most important thing to consider right now. I’m more concerned about the repercussions of your presence and why you’re here. Despite our warm welcome, I can assure you that you coming here was an accident. And soon, this weekend, you’ll be leaving us.”
A chill sank into the depths of James’ heart. “You mean tomorrow? No...”
Taylor nodded. “Yes. All the rest of the frat will be coming back for fall semester; summer’s over. The spells and enchantments will start flying fast and free:  it’ll be no place for an outsider … even one so … cute.” He smiled.
James blushed and said nothing. This couldn’t be happening; this couldn’t be ending so soon, so completely.
“Besides,” Taylor continued, “it was our use of the Inkwell that brought you here. Our over-use, perhaps. A little extra magic always leaks out when the spells get crafted and, despite our knack for it and all our practice, we don’t always reign it in.” He looked soberly down at James. “Over the summer the guys and I have been using the well a bit excessively.” He looked slightly embarrassed by the admission. “As a result, extra magic has been leaking out. The result was you; you were brought here when the excess magic latched onto you in your neighboring world. And the excess, even when we tell the rest of the house about being more careful, will only get worse when the others come home.” He cupped James’ chin under one finger and turned his eyes to meet his. “You’re extra-susceptible to magic, James. Perhaps everyone in your world is; I don’t know. But that’s what brought you here. I’ve been researching it and I think that, at times, certain worlds align with each other. At those times, at their closest, mixed-up magic can, well, act like a magnet, pulling things across. Heck, it probably explains legends in our world of hairless monsters; maybe your people have been coming here for centuries. Maybe there’s even a way to do it without the tangled-up magic; to summon people here on purpose. But you’re all messed-up thanks to our cavalier use of the inkwell. Who knows who or what will happen if you were still here when our full membership came back and continued using it? No, we have to send you home and clamp down on our inkcraft.”
“What does all that mean, exactly? How did … how did any of this happen?” James looked down past Taylor’s legs to his oversized, soft feet. Briefly, James imagined his toes looming over him as Mick’s had done. “And what if I don’t want to go?”
“You’ll have to,” he said. “For your own safety. Random magic is no joke. It could kill you.” A touch of wistfulness crept into the rabbit’s voice. “But maybe...” He trailed off in thought, his eyes focusing on James’.
James felt a flutter of hope.
“Come with me,” Taylor said. Without waiting for an answer, he took James by the hand and led him to the back yard.
James only briefly glanced back at the silver basin with its black contents.
Taylor’s tone sounded like he had an idea. James dared hope that his time might get an extension, even if only for an extra day or two. Being in the company of these anthropomorphic men and their magic was like being on holiday vacation. But now that the end was in sight, he felt himself teetering on the edge of disappointment. It felt like looking over the edge of a cliff. He walked next to Taylor and looked him up and down. “Uh, will we have time to—?”
“One track mind, eh?” Taylor asked with a chuckle. “Well, you’d fit right in, here:  that’s for sure.” He led James across the back porch and past the pool. “I want to test something.”
“Test?” James thought about it for a second. The implication slowly materialized in his mind:  Taylor meant a magical test. James looked back towards the house as they stepped outside into the warm sunshine. “Uh, don’t we need—?”
“And don’t worry about the ink,” Taylor interrupted, “I’ve got enough, already.” He tapped the die hanging around his neck. As he did so, the black pips glowed for just a moment.
Things began to click into place.
The guys carried their ink with them.
Taylor led James past the garden towards the back wall of their yard. Tall trees swayed overhead in a small grove of sitka spruce, birch, and a willow. It was the back corner of Omicron House and, soon, James realized that they were quite sheltered and alone. His heart began to race.
“Abscondite nos, celare nos, et nos conservet a extraneos. Faceret illud ita,” he said, holding the die in one hand. The branches rustled and, all around them, the world grew quiet. It was as if the nearby traffic, the sounds of life on campus, even the birds and animals in the nearby yards, had all gone away. What remained was the quiet susurrus of wind through the trees and the beating of James’ heart.
Taylor held out his die for James to see.
“I prefer my trigger to be Latin,” he said. “It’s not easy for people to accidentally activate and, really, I’d rather protect myself from random spells.” He grinned, then, sheepishly, adding, “Well, usually.” He winked. “Sometimes I like being someone else’s plaything.”
James chuckled. “I know that feeling,” he said.
“When we craft an item to channel the ink, we each build-in a unique way that it can be accessed. Since we’re wearing or holding our items at all times, they could be used against us. Whatever requirements we add protect us from being effected against our will. These items are very personal.”
“But you can tap the magic to change others, then; to cast spells outside yourself?”
Taylor nodded. “That’s how it started; after I brought the inkwell back from my summer internship at an archeological dig overseas, I discovered that adding ink to the well imbued it with power. Only after I used some to paint the pips on my dice necklace did I find out it also became a personal conduit into myself.” He smiled and winked again. “I’ve taught a few of the guys some key words and phrases they can use on me, now and then.”
James tried to remember the words that Taylor had just used but he’d not been paying full attention. “I see.”
“Good. I’m glad. That way I won’t have to explain further when I start testing. Fac mihi crescit.”
James took a step back, surprised by the suddenness of Taylor’s invocation. Even though he’d seen it before, it still was thrilling.
Taylor began to get bigger.
This time, his clothing kept up. As tight-fitting as it was already, though, it still looked ready to burst at the seams. His pink shirt hugged his slender and toned muscles, riding just a hint above his slender waist. His hips, slightly feminine, filled out the contour-hugging shorts as he shifted his stance while growing. His bare feet, planted firmly on the fallen pine needles and sparse, scattered leaves of the secluded area were the only exception:  they grew faster than the rest of him. Perhaps it was a “bunny thing” (James didn’t know for sure) but Taylor’s grey, furry feet grew wider, longer, and thicker as the power filled him. Perhaps the extra size helped him keep his balance at a larger scale.
Unlike the previous growth-spurts James witnessed, this time Taylor did it intentionally for him. The growth was gradual and drawn out. The smile on the rabbit’s face told him that the show was all for James.
And although Taylor’s clothing expanded with him, this time James was able to notice just what that added to the overall aesthetic. Treads grew thicker and further apart; the weave  in the fabric showed more obviously as the top of the rabbit’s head passed eight feet high. The frayed edges of the hip-hugging blue-jean shorts looked less like a “shabby-chic” fashion statement and more like something a rough that a powerful giant would wear. All it took was a shift in perspective. The bigger Taylor got, the more coarse he appeared.
Soon, James was looking at groin-level. He shivered despite the summer warmth. Taylor’s feet weren’t the only disproportionate thing growing. He should have expected it:  all these guys seemed to be size queens of one stripe or another. But to watch the heavy bulge grow lower and thicker in Taylor’s pants made James’ own groin get tight. The giant rabbit laughed, low in his throat, bringing James’ eyes up to meet his. Towering over him, some twelve feet high, James felt as if he had shrunk. Only the steady size of the trees kept him from indulging in that illusion.
He stepped closer, realizing he’d unconsciously backed away when the growth began. Taylor’s scent, that of his lustrous fur and too-solid body, seemed stronger, now. James reached out to touch his upper thigh.
“Tibi crescit.”
A rush, a warmth, flowed up into James through the soles of his feet. The sensation caught him off-guard but was not unwelcome. He looked down and his eyes widened. His borrowed shirt was stretching over his chest and his shorts were getting snug around the groin. His feet began to ache as it felt like his sneakers were squeezing his feet from all sides. Beneath them, the ground receded.
Taylor was making him grow.
Unlike the rabbit, however, his clothing was not keeping up.
Being the one changing was very different than watching it happen. He felt a pulse, a throbbing from inside that pushed outwards. His muscles, his internal organs … even his bones ... transmitted the feeling of getting heavier, fuller, thicker, and more massive. Even in places he knew he didn’t have nerves, he could swear he could feel something. Every cell seemed to expand and divide … or were they just growing bigger? He didn’t know; he didn’t care. Around him, the world shrank and diminished while he grew more powerful.
He looked up into Taylor’s face and saw that his companion hadn’t slowed down one bit. He was still twice his height.
James looked down as his feet split the sides of his shoes. He felt the pain of his pants cutting in at the waist and the constriction of his T-shirt squeezing his chest.
“Better take those off,” Taylor chuckled.
James didn’t need any encouragement. His large hands fumbled at his shirt, peeling it upwards across his expanding chest. His pectorals and upper-arm muscles were naturally large and the shirt began to rip as he removed it. Long runs, slender rents that became thick tears, opened up as he pulled the cloth over his shoulders. Simultaneously, the button popped off of his shorts. Gasping, he bent nearly double to grab at his waistband.
“Oops,” Taylor said, “not fast enough.”
Rips tore down the length of his pants, opening from waist to knees. His briefs kept him modest, stretching a bit more readily than the rest of his clothes, but they—too—felt painfully tight.
Quickly, he ripped his pants off leaving him only in stretched underwear and socks. He bent to pull the stockings from his feet. Behind him he felt Taylor’s large paw squeeze his ass.
“Leave those on,” the rabbit rumbled. “They make you look like you’ve got proper paws.”
James looked back over his shoulder and nodded, gulping. The bulge in his pants as he reached ten feet high looked obscene … horse-like. Almost twice his original height, the elastic band of his pants had split but the rest of the cotton clothing clung as if it had been spray-painted there. He slid one hand down to cup his balls through the fabric and shivered at how massive he felt.
He licked his lips and looked up at the twenty-foot rabbit above him. He moved in, taking the initiative, and fumbled with Taylor’s fly. The bunny didn’t stop him.
Around them, the trees continued to shrink.
Had they both been normal size, James knew that Taylor would have been sporting a massive fifteen- or sixteen-inch erection as it sprang free. But being twice his height, being a giant, he knew it was more than that. Brushing up against James’ knees was a sapling that had been a few inches taller than him when he’d first entered the grove. Now, it only reached mid-thigh and Taylor’s cock was even longer. He cupped one of the rabbit’s balls in both hands and squeezed, lightly. Taylor rumbled his approval.
James didn’t need any further encouragement.
Using both hands, he pulled down on Taylor’s stiff member and guided its oversized tip to his face.
He couldn’t stretch like he had with Mack but he could use his tongue and hands. He began licking and sucking as fast as he could. As the power of his mass filled him, he found himself getting more eager … more aggressive. He slipped his tongue around and even partially into the domed slit of Taylor’s tip. He gripped the sides of Taylor’s shaft and pumped it with all his strength. As he did the last remnants of his briefs burst asunder and fell away.
The scent was overwhelming:  salt and sweat and precum and sex exploded in his nostrils as he eagerly worked to stroke the giant’s cock.
Taylor’s hands slipped down behind his head, pulling him in for sharper, more powerful thrusts.
“Down a bit,” Taylor murmured and guided the human’s face to the base of his tip.
James slid his tongue under the flared edge of Taylor’s cock. The rabbit moaned in response, shuddering at his exploited sensitivity.
More precum spurted, sloshing in drops onto James’ shoulder and cheek as he alternated from the base of the cocktip to its slit. When the trees reached eye-level, he paused and looked around. Stunned, he could see Omicron House terrifyingly near. The perspective made it look like a play-house, only slightly taller than himself. He had to be thirty feet high.
He looked up and Taylor’s blue eyes met his own. He felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach as he looked into those large, rich orbs. He felt … at home. Tearing his gaze away, he looked around at the world beyond the grove.
All around them, past the yards and houses of fraternity row, traffic buzzed about like deep-jungle beetles crawling along logs. Pedestrians filled the sidewalks of the nearby strip mall, a block-and-a-half away. The tall buildings of campus, still taller than him, rose with their academic, architectural splendor to the west.
And no one saw them.
Not one eye turned, not one voice rose in fear or astonishment. The trees around them bowed back as James continued to grow, but no one heard the creak of wood or saw the long shadows stretching across several yards and homes. James looked back at Taylor, confused, and saw his eyes had reached the height of Taylor’s chest. The lithe, toned rabbit smirked.
“It wouldn’t do for them to see us.”
James looked at his hands but could see himself. “But, how—?”
“Out of sight, out of mind,” Taylor said, simply. “Or is it the other way around?” The giant rabbit leaned down and lifted James’ chin up. His fuzzy muzzle pressed against James’ flat face in a passionate kiss. Tongues intertwined and the larger man drew the smaller into a firm embrace. Soon, each some fifty or sixty feet tall, they pulled apart and gazed into each other’s eyes:  blue to green, confident to enthralled.
Long minutes passed.
“What … what now?”
Taylor smiled and brushed a lock of fiery hair out of James’ eyes. “I think you know,” he said. He pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and discarded them. He guided James carefully, turning him around and bending him. James got down onto his hands and knees. He pushed against the trees as he straddled the fences in the back yard. One hand sank deep into the turf of a neighboring fraternity and the other cracked the asphalt surface of an adjacent parking lot. He didn’t think Taylor’s spell would mask the huge palm prints he was leaving but he didn’t care.
Soon, he felt James enter him. He gritted his teeth but was getting used to big men. It felt just right. Still, focusing on anything but the feeling in his lower half was almost impossible. His giant lover began a steady array of punctuated thrusts. James bit down on the top of a toolshed in the neighboring yard.
Taylor reached around and gripped James’ cock in his right hand.
As the rabbit mounted him, he also stroked his shaft. The soft fur from Taylor’s palm augmented the feeling on James’ too-sensitive cock and he nearly climaxed in the first thirty seconds. He managed to hold off, focusing on feeling the rabbit’s shaft inside him. It felt ideal and he never wanted it to end.
They fucked in the middle of fraternity row and James wanted it to go on and on and on until the end of time. He widened his stance, trying to take more of his massive lover, and knocked over a small pine tree.
“Sorry...”
“We’ll get another,” Taylor rumbled. The rabbit squeezed James’ cock extra-tight in response and the human arched his back, automatically.
Their mating went on and on, growing stronger and more pronounced. While James wasn’t always vocal during sex, he tended to mimic his partner. Taylor was very vocal. Each thrust felt like it was spreading him wider or spearing deeper but their sizes hadn’t changed. The sheer mass of their sex was overwhelming his senses. This must have been what it was like for elephants to mate … or dinosaurs.
His cock spurted precum more and more frequently, leaving a small pool in Omicron House’s backyard. At the same time, he felt the slickness inside his rear increase. Taylor’s moans grew stronger.
The rabbit didn’t warn him, but he didn’t need to. James could feel it coming.
In a few moments more, the giant rabbit tensed while James arched his back and began to orgasm. A small flood of semen filled his rear and an equal-sized flood spurted from James’ cock. He splattered Omicron House’s backyard and filled a bit of the pool. He knew it only took seconds, maybe twenty or thirty at most, but it felt like it had lasted for a half hour.
When they were done, James was able to slump to one side, panting. Still inside him, but growing soft, Taylor did the same. A few more trees paid the price.
Facing the back of Omicron house, James could see the other residents. Standing on the back porch or seated in lawn chairs, Mick and Mack, Jayden and Tyler, were watching. Each was smiling. James and Taylor had put on one hell of a show. But there was also something somber in their eyes. He could feel the strange, magical tangling still in his heart. His susceptibility or whatever it was hadn’t been removed by Taylor’s “test”.
In his heart, James knew that he was about to leave.

…to be continued…