A Foxy Story Thing For Darsen!

The fox browned his shredded chicken chunks in the pan, prepping a sauce in another at the same time. Darsen wiped the sweat from his brow and adjusted his red collar. The food was almost ready. Cooking dinner turned into much more work when it came to feeding two extra-large foxes. Chicken is expensive! But nothing less would do for Alkali. A foxy night between the two 7-foot-tall vulpines required practically an entire chicken each.

‘Ding!’

Darsen looked at the oven with a tilted head. He hadn’t put anything inside to cook, had he? A quick peek revealed that no, he hadn’t. It was probably the doorbell then. Alkali arrived early. Shoot, he didn’t have anything on except the collar, briefs, and an apron. Darsen turned the heat down on dinner and scrambled to grab his clothing. He nearly tripped over his tail, pulling jeans up his legs as he hopped down the stairs. He ran to the door and yanked it open just as he pulled the grey t-shirt over his lightly muscled abs.

“Hey Alkali, welcome… oh,” Darsen said to the empty doorway. No fox greeted him; only a small package stood on the doormat. Darsen picked it up and shook it lightly. It wasn’t heavy in the slightest. The return address was empty, and there was no name from the sender either. Very mysterious. The fox returned to his couch and closed the door.

Flipping a claw out he sawed through the packing tape to reveal the treasure inside. A single CD lay at the bottom with a title scrawled over it. ‘Stomp.’ A small sticky note was plastered to the bottom of the cardboard box. The fox plucked it out and read it aloud.

“Darsen,

Please listen to this and think of me. It’s sure to bring out the big, foxy beast in you.

Yours,

Lorelei”

The vulpine cook’s tail wagged thinking of his friend. She was the one who’d given him his fox collar in the first place, and helped convince him that being a beefy fox was a nice change. Things tended to get a little hot and heavy around her so to receive such a sweet gift was a pleasant surprise. He’d have to play it right away of course. With the CD inserted into his expansive surround sound system, Darsen’s finger hovered mere inches from pressing the play button when-

‘Ding!’

“Geez, another interruption today?” Darsen sighed. Oh well. This time when he opened the door a fox wearing a bright green shirt and khakis smiled back at him. Where Darsen had an athletic and slightly beefy body, Alkali was slim and slender with tight cut and revealing clothes. He waved a silver hand in greeting.

“Evening foxy buddy! Good to see you,” he said before grabbing Darsen in a bear hug. A red collar swung at his neck, nearly tangling the two foxes together at their collars. “So am I late for dinner?”

Darsen stepped aside. “Not at all, come in. I’ll get the curry finished up right now.” He strolled back to the kitchen while tying his ‘Kiss The Fox’ apron on. It only took a few minutes of finishing touches before the plates were ready, steaming and tasty. Delicious scents filled the house and by the time Darsen walked it over to the living room, he could tell Alkali’s mouth was watering.

“Oh my god that smells amazing, please tell me there’s more,” the silver fox exclaimed.

Darsen grinned. “There’s a whole pot of it. Just start with what’s on your plate and we can go from there.” Alkali seemed to take that as a challenge of sorts. In retrospect he probably should’ve made larger plates. The foxes finished their chicken in no time and lay against the couch, enjoying the oncoming food coma.

“By the way, who’s Lorelei?” Alkali asked, holding the sticky note out on a finger toward Darsen.

The orange fox’s ears perked. “Oh, the package! I forgot all about it.”

“Are we talking about our packages already? Can’t we enjoy our meals for a bit before we get properly foxy?”

“What? No, not that,” Darsen said. Alkali stuck his tongue out playfully. “No, I got a package just before you arrived. From Lorelei. She’s a good friend and sent me a CD. You wanna listen to it?”

Darsen was already rising to press the play button anyway before Alkali nodded. Good music, good food, and good company would make for a great weekend of relaxation. The house filled with deep, rumbling beats when the CD spun up. It was a catchy, electronic tune that could’ve been right at home in a club downtown. Darsen’s subwoofers shook the walls with a four-on-the-floor beat and provided the perfect mood music. As the sounds washed over the foxes something peculiar began to happen.

It started with their mood. They relaxed, almost hypnotically, deep into the couch with eyes lidded. It wasn’t immediate. But the longer the CD played the closer they scooted on the couch, grinning at each other with swirling eyes. Neither was aware anymore of what was going on; the transition from being conscious to hypnotized was so subtle the foxes didn’t catch it happening. They bumped up against each other, tails swishing behind and intertwining occasionally.

The words behind the music were softly whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear unless they knew what was going on. Lorelei hadn’t given Darsen this gift out of the goodness of her heart after all. She was a devious fox just like Darsen and Alkali, and gifts always came with an ulterior motive. Lorelei was a fox of specific interests, and most of those pertained to making Darsen into a beastly foxpet. Embedded deep in the pulsing rhythms was a specific set of subliminal commands. “Big” and “Beastly” and “Obedient” and “Well-Endowed” repeated behind the music in Lorelei’s syrup sweet voice over and over. There were a few other words mixed in here and there, but the main theme was clear. Darsen was going to be quite the big fox if he kept listening.

The plan hadn’t included two foxes listening to the CD at the same time though.

“This music is… nice,” Alkali giggled. He pulled at the waist of his pants, undoing the button there absentmindedly.

Darsen smiled back. “Yeah. Lorelei is real nice. These clothes though…” he replied, squirming in his shirt. It ripped in several places with the movement, revealing the orange and white fur beneath. Darsen paid it no attention though. He was glad for the easing of his restricted movement, but otherwise seemed unbothered by how poorly his clothes fit now. His abs peeked out from beneath the bottom of his shirt, and the strings holding his apron on untied themselves. Darsen’s thick upper body expanded with small bursts of muscle added onto his already athletic frame.

“Hang on, I’ll help,” Alkali said. He hooked a claw into the shirt’s collar and pulled his buddy’s shirt straight off. “Woah. Sorry, didn’t realize my own strength.” Alkali’s own green t-shirt was already lying on the floor. He’d worn much tighter fitting clothes in the first place. With a huff the fox reached down to unzip his jeans to match the undone button. The mint green underwear beneath popped out of the opening, propelled forward by a hefty fox bulge. Alkali was fairly well-endowed even before listening to the CD; now that he’d been affected by it his crotch was easily the size of a grapefruit. His tongue slipped out along with a satisfied sigh that masked the sound of Darsen’s couch groaning. Their heights were slowly increasing along with the extra muscle and packages, to the point where the furniture’s frame was giving out from underneath them.

The foxes growled lightly as their pants ripped off, starting down at their ankles and fraying all the way up to the waist. Thick thighs pushed against the fabric as each fox flexed subconsciously and then built enough muscle to catch up to that size when they relaxed. Both of the hulking beasts noticed briefly they were naked aside from their collars and then immediately discarded that information as unimportant. Their minds were too clouded over from the potent mixture of lust, music, and hypnotizing growth. They were built like proper monsters now, beefy enough to outlift a strongman contest; the whole contest and everyone in it. The fur all across their body had grown much shaggier and made them look like bigger, buffer, and beastlier versions of the foxes that had sat down for dinner just minutes prior.

And that’s when the couch collapsed. The hardwood floor cracked with the force of two fluffy rumps hitting the ground. That wasn’t all though: The four minutes of growth music was almost done. But thanks to the sudden ground-shaking thud the CD skipped and the song playing in the background started over. Darsen and Alkali weren’t going to be finished hulking out quite yet.

Approaching 9 feet tall now, both Alkali and Darsen fought against the fabric of their respective underwear. Swirling, lidded eyes looked at each other with acknowledgement of what was happening before they reached over and helped the other rip the fabric away. Their dicks bobbed up and down when freed from their constricting prisons, along with sloshing, swinging balls. The growth and music had turned both of them on and when faced with the raging foxmonster hormones in both of their bodies… well it was no surprise what happened next.

Darsen pounced first, knocking Alkali onto his back and looming over him. The movement was enough to set the CD player back to the beginning again. Both of the beastly vulpines paid no mind though. If anything, the pulsing beat only served to provide a rhythm for their heavy petting.

With their focus elsewhere, neither of them cared when Alkali’s head grew into the wall, or when Darsen’s paws pressed up against the opposite wall. They’d covered the length of the living room floor together and the force of each of their movements had the dual effect of destroying furniture and continuously resetting the song. Their tails swished over the floor and against the ceiling as the foxes collectively grew closer and closer to filling the room. It reached the point where Alkali had to scoot his back up against the wall, covering the whole height of it up to the ceiling. And that was before another growth spurt bonked his head painfully into the plaster, and his toes played over the opposing wall yet again. Darsen was faring just as poorly as he squirmed to get comfortable in the rapidly diminishing room. Half his attention went toward that stupid ceiling that was bending him over at the waist, while the other half went toward the throbbing manhood between his legs.

Minutes later and the room looked like a complete disaster zone. Everything from the lights in the ceiling to the floorboards beneath the foxes were trashed beyond repair. And anything that wasn’t turned to rubble was covered in a layer of spunk. Turned out that putting two hyper, giant foxes together in the same room wasn’t great for the property value of a house.

Darsen and Alkali collapsed in a panting heap. Neither of the monsters was in any mood to move around. At first glance it would appear they didn’t have room to move anyway; but with as much muscle as each giant was packing, the walls of this house wouldn’t put up much fight if they did move. The real issue was they were tired. They’d been still long enough for the music to turn off on its own. The music’s subliminal messaging did a number on their mental states, but now that it was off and their beastly urges were sated they felt like passing out for a while.

As the vulpines’ eyes fluttered on the edge of sleep, Darsen’s tail swished close to the sound system. It thudded against the console pressing many buttons at once. Including the ‘Replay’ and ‘Repeat’ buttons. For a few restful seconds nothing happened. Then the music began anew, and both their eyes shot open. Filled with lust again, they grinded against each other in time to the beats. It would be nearly an hour before they accidentally crushed the console with their movements, and several more hours after that before Lorelei would arrive to pick up her neighborhood sized foxpets.