Seph's Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Growth Curse

There once was a coyote. The coyote’s name was Seph. Admittedly, a bit of a strange name for a coyote. But this story isn’t here to pass judgement on a character’s name. Instead, it’s here to try and make that coyote enormous. This singular purpose didn’t take much effort on the writer’s part. There were all manner of ways that Seph was made huge nearly on a daily basis.

This time it was a curse of his own creation. A tweet that spiraled out of control. Seph was well known for his tweets of course, pontificating on the pleasure of positively enormous paws and the process of providing growth. So on a lark he made a poll. “Coyote paws the size of:” followed by four increasingly large choices. Nothing out of the ordinary. The poll ran for a day, voted on by a multitude of his followers. By the end of the day ‘Continents’ won. Seph had no idea just how literally that poll would be taken.

Or maybe Seph did know. Who was to say for sure?

His clothes stretched slowly over his body, stretching in tiny bursts each hour. The jeans he wore rode up on his legs. Thighs pressed into the denim fabric fighting against the seam-stretching muscles beneath. Fur peeked out from under the bottom of his t-shirt as it covered less and less of his stomach. As time went on it became less a stomach and more like 6-pack abs. The yote shrugged it off though. Just shrinkage of his clothes from the washing machine, he told himself. That didn’t explain what was happening to his feet though. By the time the day finished his socks only fit over half their length. The front of his shoes burst to reveal thick and wiggling toes.

Whether unconcerned with the changes, or just too silly to realize it, Seph went to sleep that evening a full foot taller. He shivered through the evening; his paws were a little too long for the comforting sheets to actually cover up. And as he slept peacefully through the night, his bed shrank away under the brown-furred, growth-cursed canid. Whatever the Twitter poll did to him only accelerated as time went on. It might have been posted merely for fun but now seemed an inescapable inevitability. His paws landed heavily on the carpet when his legs became long enough to reach all the way off the end of the bed. His PJs, already stretched to the limit by a burgeoning, buff bodybuilder, lasted half the night before ripping away entirely. The coyote slept in the buff from then on, blissfully unaware of his claustrophobic environment.

The sun rose on a strange scene the next morning. Seph’s paws and legs burst from one side of the house while his torso pushed entirely through the other end. His feet, thrice as long proportionally to their usual size, blocked off the street in front of his house. Morning commuters could do nothing except go around; his stompers were easily twice the size of any bus.

Seph couldn’t tell anything was wrong though, peacefully dreaming through a night of growth. His thoughts must have been preoccupied with something hot. His house was settled directly atop his crotch at the moment acting as a makeshift pair of briefs. That was probably for the best too. It was the only thing that would’ve been capable of covering it up. His manhood was obviously larger than before, and not just from his steadily increasing stature. The morning wood inside that tiny home pushed upward against the roof, lifting the structure from its foundation. Very nice dreams indeed.

With a wide yawn the colossal coyote’s eyes fluttered. The sun caused him to blink rapidly, trying to cover his face with a thick hand. “Mmmph, too early… go away sun…”

Still drowsy, the coyote reached forward to stroke teasingly along his shaft. Birds that perched atop it flew away when it became clear there was danger. Seph hummed appreciatively, halfway between dreaming and awake. The ground rumbled lightly before a burst of height shot the coyote completely out of his house. He doubled in size in an instant, then shortly after that he doubled again. Gawkers scattered when they saw the wall of brown fur rush toward what they thought was a safe distance. Their screams finally woke Seph up. Sitting up to look down at the ground Seph gasped and scrambled backward. Unfortunately his clambering backed his body up into more houses. They were smothered under his bulk like papier mache.

“Oh no, sorry, sorry! Mmmmph. Looks like I got bigger,” the coyote apologized, his face turning red. Though whether that was due to embarrassment or being turned on was anyone’s guess.

In fact, when he said ‘bigger’ a chill ran down his spine. His fur stood on end and toes clenched as another rush of warmth signaled that he would indeed get bigger. The yote watched in silent awe as his paws thickened again, already longer than two buses stacked end to end. As they reached up higher he wiggled his toes to prove to himself they were in fact his. Once they reached half his height and he was sure their expansion had stopped, Seph leaned forward and gave them a rub. He touched carefully, gingerly, afraid he might wake up from a dream if he was too eager. But they were real and the massaging felt amazing. His tail wagged before the yote brought one of his stompers to his face, tenderly licking along the sole and between toes.

“Mmmm… b-bigger…” he mumbled. Whatever chance he might have had for heading off this growth curse at the pass was completely ignored, exchanged instead for slowly covering the landscape and enjoying his own body. The ground beneath the suburbs shook, threatened by an encroaching wall of coyote rump that demolished everything in its path. Cars, houses, whole neighborhoods were flattened in an instant by paws the size of skyscrapers or a ‘yote that rapidly reached past a mile in height. Clouds parted deferentially around his blue colored headfur. He rose like a rocket into the air knocking planes out of the sky with his body, whether it was his head, his paws, or the tip of his dick.

The coyote shook lightly when he repeated that refrain of ‘bigger,’ over and over. What was previously a mumble had grown into a chant, then a forceful command. By the time his paws peeked over the horizon on the other side of the continent he was laughing maniacally. Growth lust took over, his power hungry coyote nature asserting itself. In between rubbing his paws or his shaft he’d growl for more, bigger, larger. The power he’d been blessed with was nearly overwhelming. It caused his fur to stand on end and his body to shake. He quivered with the growth, attempting to contain the burgeoning power inside him. But every time, just when it seemed to any sane person that the canine couldn’t possibly handle anymore, he merely said one word.

“BIGGER! BIIIGGGGGEEEERRR! BWAHAHAHA!” he boomed, clenching his toes into the crust of the planet. His paws stretched from coast to coast across the continent. Bulk continued to pile onto him endlessly, power coursing through his veins like a torrential downpour. According to the twitter poll he was supposed to slow down now, to stop at his continental size. And yet… he continued. There seemed to be no end to his desire for size. And as long as he wanted more, more he would receive.

Far down on the planet, amongst broken cities and a cracked planet’s crust, a tiny kangaroo looked up between two colossal toes. He had his phone out, looking at the poll Seph posted a few days earlier. “Continental paws, feh. Twitter can’t even get a simple growth spell right. Oh well, least the view is nice,” he muttered. Alkali swooned as he watched Seph’s unfathomably large body float away from Earth, no longer tethered to its gravity. He never stopped growing, not even for an instant, before a pair of paws sandwiched that former home to claim it.

Seph looked out into space happily awaiting the moments he’d get large enough to fill up those places as well. For a growth curse this had really turned out in the best possible ending. The age of Coyote was here to stay.

“BIGGER,” he commanded.