Making a Big Scene

	“Okay, everybody! Roll call.”
	The speaker, a jackalope named Juniper, laid one dainty hand on broad hip and cleared her throat to continue. The sound reverberated above them, against the ceiling nearly fifty feet over their heads. The small, mismatched group she addressed looked to each other, none of them seeming to know quite what was happening or why they had been assembled. They stood in a large event hall (the sign outside had called it the Pachyderm Room) in one of Marmaduke's nicer hotels. The already large room had been made yet more cavernous by the removal of most of the furniture prior to their arrival. The only thing on four legs in the entire room was a small card table covered by a white cloth. 
	“Kenny?” Juniper said.
	Even barring the fact that there were only three other people in the enormous room, Kenny's presence would not have needed confirmation. At a cool fifteen-foot-three, the wolf was anything but overlookable. She sat cross-legged behind the others, one hand absentmindedly running fingers down the length of her boyfriend's back.
	“Here,” she called back, cupping her free hand to facetiously amplify the sound. With her big lungs, it was practically deafening. She had found it was best to go along with Juniper's plans when she had decided to “show them something cool”, but that didn't mean she couldn't press the jackalope's buttons.
	“Max? You there, little guy?”
	Kenny's boyfriend waved his hands over the heads of the others. “Here!” the deer chirped. Kenny couldn't suppress a smile at the excitement in his voice. The two of them made an odd couple, she and he. He was just shy of five foot tall, with a scrawny chest and thin little arms that belied the strength they held, whereas Kenny's monumental proportions and prodigious musculature left no possibility for such a misunderstanding. His narrow waist flared into wide hips attached to his short little legs. He liked to wear shorts to show off his thighs, which was a vanity Kenny appreciated immensely. He reached behind and squeezed her stroking finger with his soft hand and she found herself blushing.
	“Juniper?” Juniper asked, smirking. She waited a beat for the rest of them to groan and then mimed checking off her name on an imaginary sheet of paper. “Here!” she sang unnecessarily. “Okay, Alex?”
	The sheep just in front of Kenny waved their hand. “You know everybody here, honey,” they sighed. “We could just get started.”
	“This has to be official, babe.” Juniper shook her head, despairing. “I didn't rent out this event hall for us to approach this frivolously.”
	“You certainly swiped the card pretty vigorously, for such a cautious business decision,” they answered, rolling their eyes. They were Juniper's fiance, but Alex also kept track of her money, and they worked very hard to strike a balance between her ambitions and financial reality.
	They peeked back at Max and Kenny in search of sympathy. The two shrugged in return. They never kept up with money (she worked at a library and he at a grocery store) and rarely found themselves in a position to balance a checkbook.
	At long last, roll call was finished. The jackalope chuckled, her heavily mascaraed eyes taking in their expectant faces with relish, and fished a small bottle from her handbag. She held it aloft and all eyes followed.
	“Who can tell me,” she intoned, shaking the container lightly, “what this is?”
	“It's growth serum,” Alex answered quickly. They shifted their weight from one long leg to the other, calling attention to the bangles on their ankle. “I do your books, Junie. I know what you buy.”
	Juniper pouted. “No fun. Ah, well.” She tucked the bottle back whence it came. “Alex is right, technically. I have tracked down a distributor and come into possession of what they so indelicately have told you is a growth serum. But I assure you this is no run-of-the-mill big-ifyer.” She laughed, laying the back of her hand over her small mouth like a cartoon character. It was an impression she cultivated. “I'll explain more later; for now, we're going to have a look at the goods.”
	She whipped the tablecloth away with a flourish, revealing a small plate of dark cookies and, to Kenny's amusement, another, smaller, pink tablecloth underneath. The cookies' delicious scent wafted to the waiting audience, a hint of roasted almonds and chocolate.
	“Now then,” she announced, “we won't be drinking the serum, because, one, it's concentrated and that's dangerous, and two, it tastes like shit. Instead, I've concealed it in these little biscuits. I do love a good cookie, after all.” Juniper took a deep sniff of her handiwork and smiled appreciatively.	“But,” she continued, “you all may have noticed that there aren't many cookies here. What we're going to do is draw straws.” She held a handful of sticks up for all to see. “Whoever gets the shortest stick will be our grower for this session. If we like it, we can always arrange another.”
	The whole time she had been speaking, from the moment Alex had said “growth serum”, Kenny's hackles had raised. She knew what being big entailed, and frankly, she didn't think she was up for an extra helping. She wasn't even particularly big—just big for a wolf, big for this neighborhood—but still her size caused her no end of headaches. It had its benefits, sure, but certainly she didn't need any more of it.
	“I'm okay with n-not eating,” she stammered, waving her hands in front of her. “This body doesn't need the help.”
	“See, this is why I didn't want you to call it a growth serum,” Juniper shot a look at Alex. “Because that's the best part about this stuff, my beefy muse.” She padded over to Kenny's side and stroked a bulging calf. She knew what comforted her. “You see, it doesn't just grow you.”
	Max turned questioningly, and to Kenny's surprise, Alex did as well. Apparently Juniper had managed to hide this fact from even them.
	“It changes your body however you feel like changing it,” Juniper continued. “If you want to get bigger, it'll do that, and it's damn good at it, too. But say you wanted to get to Alex's size, Kenny.”
	Alex was six-six, a bit lofty for a sheep, but not out of the ordinary. They were still much taller than either Juniper or Max by a fair measure, but compared to Kenny they looked positively childish.
	“You could, if you wanted,” Juniper continued, wrapping one chubby arm around Kenny's thigh  as if she was giving her a little half-hug about the shoulders. “Shrink a few feet, dance a waltz with your boy here, then shoot back up in time for work tomorrow.”
	Kenny gulped, interested again. That would be nice, to be able to kiss Max or Juniper without needing to squat awkwardly. To fit in their company. Alex smiled, seeing her excitement, and crossed their wooly arms. If Kenny knew anything about them, they'd prefer to sit the session out unless they were the center of attention. Max nuzzled her hand encouragingly.
	“It could be fun, baby,” he said quietly, “No matter who gets it.”
	“Exactly,” Juniper acknowledged. “So, now that we more-or-less know what we're getting into, everybody take a straw.” They did as instructed, then, on her command, revealed their straws. Kenny's was a splinter in her hand, but, unfortunately, not the shortest splinter of the bunch.
	“It's Max this round!” Juniper clapped her hands happily. Kenny swallowed her disappointment and put on a smile for her lover. She began to wonder what Max would do with the power that would soon be (however temporarily) his. “I was hoping that would be the case,” Juniper said to herself as she began rummaging around in her handbag, finally pulling out a small sandwich and handing it to Max.
	“Hold onto this, and once you start feeling hungry, eat it—there's plenty more where it came from.” She daintily took up a cookie and dropped it into the deer's other hand. “Your metabolism will increase to accommodate the growth, so you'll want to keep yourself comfy. Now, let me get a look at you. I want a before-and-after.” She held him at arm's length, smiled, and gave Max a little squeeze, her plush curves enveloping him for a brief moment, then ruffled his mop of black hair. “Okay,” she told him. “Go on, hon. Take a bite.”

	Max looked down at the cookie in his hand, then up to Kenny, whose bright blue eyes sparkled with anticipation.
	She smiled. “I love you, Maxie. I'm gonna be right here.” Her finger scratched under his chin where he liked best. “I can't wait to kiss you eye-to-eye.”
	Max took an experimental bite of the cookie. It was definitely Juniper's handiwork—soft, chewy, and just the right balance of sweet and savory. It was a big one, but he finished it in no time. Upon taking the last swallow, Max immediately felt himself suffused with an intense, but not unpleasant, heat. He looked around, not sure what to expect.
	“So how do I grow?” he asked. He loosened his collar, the new sensation bringing a heaviness to his breathing. He may have been imagining it, but his breath seemed to steam, even in the warm summer heat. “Does it just, like, happen?”
	“This stuff is controlled by strong positive thoughts, my dear Mr. Deerborne.” Juniper said, taking him by the hand. “If you were to say, think about how big and strong you would be, how happy we would all be to see you grow, that might do it.” She bent down in front of him, offering Max a choice view of her capacious cleavage and took his hand in hers. “It would make all of us so happy, wouldn't it?”
	Kenny, seeming to take Juniper's lead, laid herself down on the floor of the hall and kissed the top of her boyfriend's head, her hot breath contributing to his already overstimulated state. Alex laid their hands on Juniper's shoulders and winked.
	Suddenly, Max felt it. A shudder passed through his body in a flash of heat and he felt himself swell. Before he knew what had happened, he noticed that the sleeves of his suddenly very tight shirt were much higher on his arms, which even appeared to have bulked out ever-so-slightly. His gaze, which had been somewhere just south of the jutting protrusion of Juniper's ample bust, now was level with her collarbone. He reached up and felt his antlers, and found to his surprise that he had sprouted a few brand new points.
	“That,” Juniper whispered, “is how you grow.”
	“Whoa,” he breathed. “H-How tall am I now?”
	She chuckled. “Well, lover boy, I'm five-eight. Where you're standing now, I'd hazard a guess that you're five-four right now. That's almost six inches of growth for you. How are you feeling?”
	“Okay,” he muttered, feeling the heat building up again. It felt good to have grown. Kenny's kisses continued, punctuated with little sounds of approval. One big hand reached around to stroke his front, ruffling the fur of his chest and straying over the tightening bulge in his shorts. At her electric touch, his temperature seemed to jump a full ten degrees. In a shuddering spurt, Max felt himself spring up even higher, until he was almost exactly eye-level with the jackalope in front of him. His clothing was now so tight it felt like it had been shrink-wrapped on. He worked a finger under his collar and pulled, and the buttons, straining under nearly a foot of expansion, stripped away with a stacatto popping, clattering to the far ends of the hall. His shorts ripped at the seams, accordioning out to accommodate the new, muscular width of his thighs and ass. Suddenly, what was left of the garment gave way with a tearing noise as the growth ebbed, falling unceremoniously to a floor that was now much further down than he remembered. His underwear strained but held, but Max would have expected that. Experience had better prepared that part of his wardrobe for growth.
	Because, even normally, Max's member was enormous. This was not a brag, just a statement of fact. In fact, having a penis as large as his was more of nuisance than anything else. His first three steady lovers had fled in terror when he uncovered it for the first time, and none had been brave enough to take it. It was (as he knew from the measurements of one overzealous girlfriend from college) eighteen inches long, and a little shy of ten inches around when fully erect, though thankfully he was a grower, not a shower. As a result of his tremendous endowment, Max not only had early mastered the art of self-control, but he bought specialized underwear to contain the monster in polite company. But something was wrong this time.
	“Oh wow,” Alex breathed, leaning over Juniper to get a closer look. “It's still growing.”
	They were right. Max watched as his waistband extended, the thick pink shaft of his cock bowing under the strain, almost a full four inches farther than normal. The spurt terminated with the cock coming to rest its tip underneath the shelf of Juniper's breasts, the warm softness of her flesh on the head prompting another small jolt of growth, digging itself into the fabric of her blouse.
	“Is this for me?” the jackalope asked playfully, lightly touching the quivering shaft. At her touch, it grew yet again, finally tearing the fabric and bursting free. It bounced and swayed, the hot blood keeping it painfully hard and stiff. She snatched it and gently massaged the head, building the warmth and rising Max's point of view steadily higher. He felt like a loaf of bread in the oven.
	“Baby, you're so big,” Kenny whispered in his ear, running her fingers over Max's bare chest. He noted with a thrill that they covered far less real estate than they used to have. He must have grown to at least six foot three, from Juniper's dwindling form, and his chest and arms—his entire body—was filling out with muscle and fat. His legs had stretched, taut and rippling with new brawn, terminating in delicate hooves. He ran his hands over his thighs and hips, squeezed his own ass and found it just as plush as ever, but much larger.
	“Do you like it?” Kenny whispered.
	“Y-Yes,” he moaned as Juniper crushed herself against him, laying her head on his chest as his cock thickened and lengthened. He felt the pressure of those enormous breasts against the shaft and her clever tongue lapping at him and the heat quickened again.
	“You're almost finished with the dose I gave you, sweetheart,” she purred. He stroked her head, his fingers gripping her antlers, guiding her mouth. “But we have to get you to cum before I can give you another.”
	“Why?” he groaned as she took his cock's base in her hands, her fingers too short to enclose its girth completely. In no time at all, he had sprung to some seven foot tall. Alex's dense curls fell short of  his shoulder. Kenny's kisses had turned to nibbles and bites as she got onto her knees to keep his neck and throat in reach.
	“Because cumming will slow the growth, and we only have fifty feet of headroom to work with here.” She was squeezing hard, pumping her hands up and down the shaft as far as she could reach, her nipples tight against the fabric of her blouse even as they receded down to Max's navel. “By the way, love the new six-pack. Anyway, as you grow, your libido will increase. I'm sure you've noticed.”
	“Uh-huh...”
	“And that's hot as hell, but the last thing we need is to grow a deer the size of a skyscraper who wants to fuck anything with a hole.” She motioned to Kenny, who nodded and took the head of his penis into her hand, working her fingers into all the most sensitive spots. He was close. “So we're gonna milk this beast, have you eat your sandwich, and then you can have another. I bet we can get you bigger than Kenny with the next one.”
	His girlfriend nibbled his ear, then rose to her full height, still towering over him, and stepped lightly over his head to get in front and better work his cock. He felt his knees weaken, and slowly lowered himself to the parquet floor of the event hall like a fawn, she following. Juniper went to his side and straddled his chest, her weight compressing. He ran his thumb over her jaw, marveling at how small she was now. She leaned in, her breasts pressing his chin, her belly filling the hollow of his throat, and he kissed her. His newly long and sinuous tongue filled her little mouth, his lips easily covering her. He dug his hands into her still-ample body, squeezing her tight. He trembled with waves of pleasure.
	 He pulled her away, stealing her breath with the suddenness. “C-Can I...” he blurted, reaching out to stroke Kenny's head with a hand now not much smaller than her own. “Can I put it in your mouth, baby?”
	Juniper laughed and kissed his forehead before she got off, making room for Kenny to get closer.
***
	Now, one thing that should be cleared up before we get much further is the fact that furries (or animal-people, or fursons, whatever your name for them happens to be) are much, much more flexible, and far more adaptable, than human beings. Elasticity is a better word for it, actually. And this elasticity has proven useful in allowing for mixed-species pairs like Max and Kenny, whose coupling would result in death or serious injury in a human context. No tests have been run on the phenomenon, because in fact it's kind of taken for granted in their world that someone can just “bounce back”, that given enough pressure, they will prove pliable. It's a useful skill. And, now that we have that little bit of exposition out of the way, now that you're comfortable with the idea of squishy animal people having a good time, we can continue. Cheers!
***
	Kenny hefted Max's cock in one hand, her strokes slowing as she considered. Even as his member swelled to three feet in length, widening in her grip to at least fifteen inches around, she knew that she could take it. She was a tough girl.
	Although still, she had never been with someone this big. Max at his normal size was her biggest to date (she tended to like her partners small and cute—Max's endowment had been an unexpected bonus). The only partner who came close in her memories had been her first, the scrawny wolfboy who took her to their high school prom—and he had been maybe eight feet tall (which was about average for a wolf) and maybe fifteen inches, not that she had been measuring at the time.
On a normal day, Max's size filled her just fine. But she saw the longing in his big eyes that she never had the heart to refuse. Besides, his dick was practically glowing with heat, beckoning her to take it. She chuckled and nodded her assent.
	“We're just gonna have to be careful, okay?” she said gently, pointing to the fangs that protruded  from under her lips. “Teeth.”
	As Juniper and Alex looked on, she opened her jaws wide and let the cock's head lay on her long tongue, guiding it slowly, carefully into her mouth. Her long muzzle gave her an advantage, taking up a large portion of the still-expanding penis as she gripped Max's ass and drew him closer. She felt it compress with the pressure of her mouth, the shaft gliding, just barely fitting between her long canines. She worked it carefully in until her snout finally met the fingers wrapped around the base. She could feel the blood pumping under the thin, thin layer of skin, Max's heat filling her mouth and throat. Then, slowly, carefully, she pulled it out, feeling it slide back newly wet and throbbing. She gripped the shaft as hard as she could and pulled her fingers along its length, feeling Max's violent quivering with every inch she exposed. He whimpered and stroked her blonde hair.
	“G-Good girl,” he moaned. She loved it when he called her a good girl. “Oh, god...baby I'm close.”
	She couldn't talk with so much dick in her mouth, so Kenny merely made an interested noise.
	“Can I cum in your mouth, Kenny? OH, my god.” She felt him shudder with that one. She had learned with practice what her boy liked, and it was fun to give it to him.
	“Mm-hmm,” she purred, beginning the journey back down. His shaking body tried to match her progress, ballooning out his hips with muscle and fat, lengthening his legs yet further, expanding the cock in her mouth from three feet to nearly three and a half, its compressed girth struggling to fit in her mouth. It was as thick around as a young tree. He himself had to be pushing ten foot tall, if he cared now to stand back up. The sandwich was gone. She wasn't even sure if he remembered eating it.
	Then she felt it. That unmistakable twitch of balls and shaft that signaled orgasm. Max came like a deluge normally. She was curious to see what Juniper's potion would do to his load, but, knowing her friend's tastes, she had an idea of what outcome to expect.
	He shrieked and took hold of her head, his grip bigger than she remembered, stronger, pulling her all the way back down to the base of his cock as he flooded her mouth and throat with cum. It was like magma, it was so hot. And it shot into her at a tremendous volume, as if someone had turned on a faucet full blast. It was all she could do to keep up with it, but Kenny had once downed a whole keg of beer in one breath on a dare. He whimpered under the onslaught of suction she subjected him to, weakly pushing his hips into her, moaning, “Good girl. Good girl,” over and over until the flow finally ebbed from a gush to a dribble. She gingerly removed him from her mouth, trying not to openly marvel at how much cock was coming out, at how thick he was now, and laid him back on the ground, wiping her chin.
	Max was clearly more than ten feet in length, lying there on the floor of the event hall, his cock settling across one now-massive thigh and shrinking. His chest heaved with the exertion of the orgasm, and he looked around weakly.
	“Is this it?” he whispered.
	“How do you feel, sweetie?” Alex asked, kneeling at his side and running their hand over his forehead. “Are you hungry?”
	“N-No,” Max answered. “I think the sandwich helped.”
	Alex raised a quizzical eyebrow, their eyes flicking to the massive sex at their feet before returning to Max's face. “If you say so. You want another cookie?”
	Max nodded and gathered Alex into a hug. “Please.”
	Juniper gathered herself and took up another cookie. She tiptoed to Max's waiting mouth, now much, much larger than it had been when he kissed her, and daintily laid the sweet on his tongue. In a flash it was gone. Max sat up and waited for it to take effect, his eyes taking in his girlfriend, a broad smile plastered on his face.

	The second dose hit Max like a truck. Suddenly, where his growth had slowed to nothing, it rekindled with a vengeance. His flaccid penis leaped back to life, swelling and extending visibly while he felt the rest of him expanding in kind, turning him into something that was not quite a deer anymore, but rather a long, lean, powerful impression of one. He got to his feet and strode to Kenny, every step adding another inch to him.
	“Baby...” He saw her mouth drop open and he realized why.
	He was bigger. Much bigger. Maybe twenty foot tall. She reached out and buried her hand in his thick chest fur, then took a firm grip and pulled him closer, forcing him to bend at the waist. Her blue eyes locked with his and she kissed him.
	As always, Kenny took the lead, exploring the new expanse of Max's mouth with her hungry tongue and caressing his now stupendous rack of antlers. His cock, not lengthening so much as expanding for now, pressed against her belly button with an urgency they both felt.
	In the course of the kiss, he breached twenty-three feet.
	“Make me feel good, baby,” Kenny cooed. “My little man knows what to do, right?”
	He pushed down, and she obliged, getting onto her knees. He lay next to her and buried his head in her lap, still impressive and thick with muscle. His lengthened muzzle slipped between her thighs and teased her sex, drawing out a groan. She was sopping wet. Suddenly she yanked his head back up by the hair, laying it on her chest, cradling it close.
	“My muscles are still bigger, darling,” she said.
	“I wouldn't have it any other way.” He flashed her a goofy grin and lay back down. “You want it like we usually do, baby?”
	She shook her head. “We'll try to do missionary, Maxie. It'll give you a little more control—I think you'd like that.”
	He gulped.
	Without saying another word, Kenny lay back and offered herself to him, gingerly opening the way for him with her fingers.
	“You've earned it, but be gentle, baby. You're so big now I can't even believe it.”
	He took his cock by the shaft and accepted her invitation, bending over her, getting a look at the girl he loved from an angle he never could have before. She stroked his hair and he kissed her forehead, his antlers scraping the floor. Then, he gave the first little push, letting himself get good and wet before parting her lips and entering. Once the head was in, he was able to push deeper, with her quiet encouragement. She was so remarkably, incredibly tight, it seemed like any second he would be met with a hard wall. He could feel himself compressing even as he stretched the walls of her pussy. Kenny shook, tiny gasps escaping her clenched teeth, while he went deeper and deeper. He could feel himself growing inside her in fits and starts, saw her body move away from him as his head lifted higher off the floor.
	“Am I hurting you, baby?” he rasped through gritted teeth, grown longer, sharper. His voice had deepened considerably, taking on a growl that he didn't recognize. Kenny looked up at him and stroked his chest all the way to the trail of curling fur below his navel. She smiled.
	“Harder,” she breathed, gasping to get the words out. “You're a big boy now, so prove it.”
	And so he thrust, burying himself in her warmth. She cried out, her claws digging into his broad back. “Good boy! Good boy, Maxie! Do it again!”
	With each bucking thrust he could feel himself jumping up in size. Their positions were nearly reversed as he crested twenty-five feet without thinking. He felt a shudder pass through him, threatening another orgasm, when Kenny cried out and clenched him even tighter than he thought possible, her muscular legs clamping around his expanding middle. She was cumming.
	“Pull out, baby. I can't take it—oh, god.” He felt her fluttering around him, her claws raking down his back and ass desperately. She squirmed and pushed away and Max hurried to oblige, trying to extract himself from her as gently as possible, his cock sensing the open air and broadening monstrously until he got it free, swaying proudly before him. Kenny curled up beside him, panting with the exertion of her orgasm. “You're incredible, Maxie.”

	Alex watched them, flushed and bothered, discreetly touching themselves through their tight, fashionable jeans. Max had grown gargantuan in no time at all, his nearest hand's fingers easily able to wrap around Alex's body to do whatever he wanted with them. Kenny lay defeated and content while the giant deer stood on his knees, seemingly in awe of what he had done (and he had reason to be. Alex knew from experience how difficult Kenny could be to satiate). They adjusted their thick glasses with trembling fingers, smelling their own desire and frustrated that they had been excluded. Then, suddenly, a finger tapped on their shoulder and Alex turned.
	Juniper stood sheepishly behind them, blushing and fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
	“I cheated, Alex,” she whispered, then pulled them down for a kiss. As her tongue entered their mouth, Alex felt the first push of her body expanding. Their eyes widened and they fumbled with her blouse.
	“We already have one horny giant in this room!” they muttered, noting that Juniper, who had never been anything close to slim, was expanding even faster than Max had initially. “We don't need another!” She laughed in response and clutched them to her, letting her skirt burst into shreds around her widening hips and ass as her hungry kisses travelled up their chest. Her own chest had needed no help being gigantic, but her pillowy breasts, freed from blouse and bra, practically shoved against them, threatening to envelop the sheep as they ballooned out, each of her hard nipples already the size of Alex's thumb.
	“It's just, you looked so lonely, lover,” she purred as they felt her warm arms drawing their head to their ruff of chest fur. They felt their hooves leave the floor—the exact location, vertically, of her chest was rocketing upward. “Don't you want to put yourself to good use?”
	She smelled so good, and she was so soft. Alex nodded and nuzzled closer. She set them back on the floor and put one finger to her lips playfully, considering.
	“I've decided that you're gonna put that naughty mouth to good use for me,” she said. “Get on the floor, and if you do a good job I'll reward you when I'm done.” With one long foot, she pushed them over, applying gentle pressure to accentuate the point.
	“Y-Yes, Junie.” They pulled off their own clothes, revealing their lithe, long body eagerly, the sinews shifting under wool trimmed fashionably short. Alex was a fastidious personal groomer, but they knew that Juniper liked it, too.
	“It's a pity I forgot your collar at home,” Juniper sighed, watching with visible delight as they lay on the floor, already towering over them, cresting fifteen foot tall now and still visibly growing. Her generous curves had expanded to accommodate the stature, grown pendulous and ripe. She cackled and lowered herself over them, her titanic thighs squeezing Alex's midriff, her pussy inviting their tongue to explore. And they were nothing if not a courageous explorer.
	She was so wet from the show that Max and Kenny had put on that Alex had no problem slipping their tongue into her, opening wide their mouth to dig deeper while their fingers stroked the sensitive inner thigh that surrounded them. Normally, getting a face ride from Junie was a thrilling experience, but this went beyond. Alex's entire body was hidden, crushed by what was probably well past a ton of her (Alex was good with numbers, but you'll have to pardon them, dear reader. They're busy right now). They could feel as she rocked over them, their long tongue pushing deeper and deeper, her body growing heavier still as she grew and grew. A tremor like an earthquake shuddered through her titanic frame, and she dug her fingers in between tight thighs to push their head even closer to her, each trembling finger almost as thick around as Alex's wrist. She shook and moaned. Alex knew she was close.
	Suddenly she pulled away, stumbling on trunk-wide legs off of her partner, their bodies practically peeling away from each other.
	“I'm not done getting bigger yet,” she breathed. “Goddamn. You're too good at that, lover.”
	Alex wiped their chin in triumph, although it would take more than just a little wipe to clean away all that she'd left behind. Junie knelt down over them and, with surprising lightness, lifted them up in their arms.
	“H-How big are you now, Junie?” they whispered, cuddling into her cleavage. They could feel the skin pulled taught and expanding beneath the fur, with no sign of stopping. “Is this dangerous?”
	She chuckled. “Nah. It's pretty side-effect-free, to be honest. Just makes you big and horny. And boy,” she lifted them higher, until they were level with her eyes, her muzzle brushing against their middle, “am I really damn horny. Want me to give you something cool?”
	Alex nodded. Who wouldn't, in their situation?
	She lowered them into her arms again and traipsed over to Max where he stood gently pulsing with growth. Junie was already bigger than him, much, much bigger. She had to be over thirty feet tall, with no sign of her growth stopping. She tapped him on the shoulder.
	He turned, and looked up—and up. His jaw dropped.
	“J-Junie?”
	“Are you still ready to go, little man?”
	Alex watched him gulp and gently stroke himself. He nodded. Juniper looked over his shoulder to Kenny.
	“Mind if I resolve this crisis?” she asked.
	Kenny weakly offered a thumbs-up. “Pardon me if I don't get up.”
	“Perfect.” She hoisted Alex back up to her face. “Now, Lexy, I want you to cum as many times as you want, okay?”
	“Uh—”
	She opened her mouth wide and dropped them onto her thick tongue, closing her maw (gently) on their crotch and caressing them with it. It was the strangest sensation they had ever experienced. They could feel her breath rushing up, matting the fur of their thighs and belly. They held themselves up on Junie's lengthening canines as she leaned back, to better lick them. Alex had been watching for too long—they were already seized by the impulse to cum, holding it back only by sheer whimpering will. While they struggled, Juniper indicated what she wanted from Max with her hands. It was a simple request. Pretty easy to convey. And it would have to be, since Max was game, and not in any sort of state that would allow for complex signals.

	Taking care to support Alex while they writhed, quite helpless, in her mouth, Juniper lowered herself onto the rapidly diminishing floor space. She had to be almost ceiling height at this point, and it was a rush. Max's altered body was gorgeous in a way foreign to her—huge, toned and tight, his hips blooming out to long, powerful legs, even his muzzle lengthened, sharper and more carnivorous. His cock had far outpaced the rest of his growth, a tremendous, pulsing column of flesh, impossibly firm and long and hot. She wanted it like nothing she'd ever wanted before.
	She gave him the most “Fuck me, Maxie” eyes that she could manage with a mouthful of sheep.
	“H-Hard?” the deer moaned, panting heavily as he fell against her. Luckily, she had done some growing of her own, and he had a pretty broad expanse to land on. “Can I go hard?”
	She would have answered him, but suddenly her mouth filled with warmth as Alex came, their arms wrapping around her muzzle as they pumped their hips into her teeth and tongue. She stroked their back encouragingly and purred, giving Max a thumbs up. Hopefully a “Fuck me as hard as goddamn possible” kind of thumbs up. She punctuated it with a wink. Had to keep that brand strong, after all.
	
	She had grown so much in such a short time. Max marveled at how huge Juniper had become, sinking his hands into her wide, plush hips, her belly and breasts brushing against his chest and face as she broke fifty feet. She could probably no longer stand up in the party hall. Alex's tiny body quivered in her mouth, still in the throes of orgasm (though Max couldn't say which orgasm it was). He leaned forward and kissed the top of their head, feeling them turn to receive with a happy whimper, and then dropped back down to Juniper's belly to get to work. He fumbled with his extended cock, his hands looking comically small against the pulsing shaft. Waves of pleasure shuddered through him each time the unwieldy member brushed against her silky fur. She chuckled at his efforts, which probably felt fucking fantastic from Alex's viewpoint. Her sex lay wide and waiting, the heat of the formula radiating out and onto him like he was standing in front of an oven.
	“Mmmm?!” Juniper said, impatiently patting him.
	He finally wrangled the head into position, pressing it to the lips of her sex and feeling them widen underneath it as she continued to grow. He gulped, hesitating once more, and she pulled herself back up and took hold of his hips, her hands massive compared to him, and Juniper pulled him into her, burying his cock into herself all the way to the base. They yelped together. Prudently, Juniper plucked Alex out of her maw and lay them down on the parquet floor.
	“I think things might get a little hairy for you there, lover,” she groaned as Max started to thrust experimentally. “Best to stay out of the—ooh!—out of the mouth for now.” Her hand dwarfed the sheep, the fingers easily closing around their body as if she were holding a toy. “You know how loud I like to be more than anybody.”
	If Alex offered any kind of reply, the words were too quiet for Max to hear, but once they were out of danger of being chomped in half, he let himself thrust a little harder, channeling all that good energy (or whatever it was that Juniper had talked about) into himself, feeling his hips broaden to accommodate the monster he was ramming into her achingly tight pussy.
	“Oh, Junie,” he whimpered as he drew out what must have been almost a full six feet of himself before slamming back into her, digging his fingers into her belly because it was the only thing he could reach anymore. She bucked against him, propelling him up into the air with each powerful push of the hips. She screamed each time they collided, as he burrowed himself deeper and deeper into her. She was so tight, he could barely push himself through, and her thighs shoved against him from both sides, compressing his whole body. His antlers brushed against the tuft of fur that led up to her belly button. Max's whole world had shrunk to a riot of heat and pressure and waves of ecstasy.
	“Are you close, Maxie?” Juniper's voice rumbled from far away.
	“Yes!” he shrieked. “I need to cum!” Already he could feel the enormous load welling behind the jackhammering of his gigantic cock. “Can I?”
	“Knot me!” she called back. “Knot me and you can cum!”
	Normally, such an idea would lay in the realm of fantasy for Max. He was a deer—they lacked the equipment most of the time. But at this point, it didn't even seem like an odd request. His body had stretched through so many changes in the span of a few minutes, what was one knot? He focused his thoughts on the idea of his cock's base swelling and bulging, of his still-lengthening, still-widening member trapping itself in Juniper while he released gallons and gallons of his sperm into her. He could feel his body respond to the suggestion and his strokes became more difficult as the base of his shaft ballooned out.
	“Oh, this feels so good,” he moaned. “I'm gonna knot!”
	“Good boy! Make sure the seal is tight, little man.” Juniper's hands pushed to help him get the knot in past her lips, burying him in her belly and hips, shaking with effort. “Seal it up, or y-you're paying for the cleanup!”
	The knot popped in and he felt himself anchored inside her impossible tightness, no longer able to compress. Max could no longer hold himself back.
	“P-Please!” He thrusted impotently as she shifted her bulk. “Let me cum!”
	“Fill me up, beautiful!”
	He came in torrents, pouring into her. Each spasm seemed to draw from his whole body, sucking out of his fingers and hooves and shooting down his navel. She shook and bucked against him, her quivering thighs swallowing his body between them. He screamed, dragging his fingers over her body, looking for purchase. Again and again it came, never seeming to ebb but only getting stronger and more insistent with each shiver, blinding him with ecstasy.
	“C-Coming!” Juniper moaned. Her hips jacked up ten feet in the air before crashing down, Max helplessly latched to her pelvis and stricken with what seemed like an endless orgasm. She shook as he pumped her even fuller, unable to decouple them.
	“Fuck, Maxie,” she tousled his hair, her other hand held to her mouth.
	Max was in no shape to answer, loosing another jet of ejaculate into her with an inelegant grunt,  but this one seemed a little less insistent than the previous ones. He was dimly aware of hands gently stroking his back and thighs, hands much to small to be Juniper's, in her present state.
	“Having fun, baby?” Kenny whispered, leaving a light kiss on his shoulder.
	“Uh-uh-huh...” he groaned as Juniper's pulsing sex wrung another powerful ejaculation out of him. “I'm sorry, Junie.”
	“Oh, don't apologize,” she grunted and shifted her weight, leaving his body open for Kenny to hold her boyfriend while he finished. “I've always wanted to take a knot.”
	“I didn't know you were into this sort of thing, baby.” Kenny worked her fingers down to his midriff, gently nibbling on Max's corded neck. “You know, I know a thing or two about knots.”
	“Kenny, I...”
	“Maybe we can see if Junie will lend us some, huh?”
	The spasming of his cock had subsided, and Max could feel the knot softening as a sudden, irresistible tiredness overcame him. He cuddled against Juniper's enormous body
	“I'd like that,” he murmured, twining his fingers into Kenny's, feeling them shrink and diminish. “I bet...I could...really make you feel good...”
	And before he knew it, Max was asleep.

	Juniper surveyed the room with satisfaction. The knot had been a good idea. There was no telling how much cum that boy had released into her, but it was where it was supposed to go, not all over these nice floors. No need for cleanup, and everybody could just relax and enjoy themselves. She was still a little bigger than usual, and savored the added height while she held tight to Alex.
	“I don't know why I don't throw these little get-togethers more often,” she mused.
	“They're dangerous?” Alex offered. “Expensive?”
	“Yes, well, it all worked out, didn't it?”
	Alex buried their wooly head in the hollow of her throat, planting a kiss. “I guess so.”
	“I just hope they're careful with the extras I gave them.”
	The two of them looked at each other and laughed, then busied themselves getting dressed.