“For the love of all that is holy, read your texts and get me out of here!”  Richard hissed into his phone, thankful that the last occupant of the dressing room in which he was currently confined left twenty seconds prior. He carefully counted out the passing seconds in his head before he made a frantic call to his Labrador friend, praying that Stacy was still shopping in the women’s department upstairs. His earlier five texts he sent her way remained unanswered and he was quickly running out of time.

The lanky artic fox, adorned in his silvery, fluffy winter fur, leaned up against the back wall of his increasingly-cramped fitting room. His own jeans were slung over his shoulder, with his violet boxer-briefs tucked almost completely away in one of its pockets. Ordinarily, this would be the absolute last place he would be standing around half-naked, biding his time, but he had no choice in the matter.

About fifteen minutes prior he was just shopping around Davidson’s as per usual with Stacy. They both split up as they hit the department store, as was their usual custom whenever the two decided to spend the day shopping at the local mall together. Still, rather than taking his usual route along the side of the first floor, through the handbags and past the jewelry section, Richard’s mind was preoccupied with what to eat for lunch.

The only problem there, of course, was that it lead him right into not only cosmetics, but also fragrances. Richard felt the spritz of the liquid douse his fur before he could even hear it coming. Two more quickly followed, enveloping him in a flowery scent reminiscent of the height of Spring in an English garden.

“Would you like to try on some ‘Regrowth?’” The young dragoness saleswoman inquired, bottle held prominently forward as if she was hawking it in a television commercial.

Richard’s eyes met hers as he grit down on his teeth. “I don’t think so, it’s like I’m already wearing half the bottle already!”
 
The young fox stormed around the corner past the escalators, flailing his tail about in anger, as he headed towards the men’s clothing. He could have sworn that the Customer Service department was somewhere in this part of the store, even though he had never actually been there himself. But first, since he was right where he wanted to be in the first place, he thought he’d glance at the dress pants section. He needed a few more for work, after all, and he couldn’t rush in and complain about the fragrant assault he just suffered immediately. As incensed as he was, he felt that he would be better off going in with a cooler head to complain.

As was typical of his luck, however, a few minutes later, with three potential pairs of slacks in-hand, he nearly snapped the plastic hanger off of one of them as he felt a sharp jab from around his crotch. All of a sudden it was as if his black jeans shrunk as if sent through a hot washing machine cycle, only right around his junk. His slender muzzle quickly snapped shut as he almost whined like a kit, his eyes darting all around the perimeter of the area to find anything resembling a bathroom or dressing room. He made a beeline towards the one just a few dozen feet away, by a heavily-manned register with a line nearly five people deep.

“I can’t believe the one time I get sprayed in four years actually used real oils,” Richard kept muttering to himself, mixed with a full litany of curse words. After gaining temporary sanctuary in his dressing room, he realized how bad off he was. Unzipping his pants was as good as waking up to a bevy of presents on Christmas morning, but the sight was anything enjoyable. While the security guard assigned to monitor the video feeds of the fitting rooms might be getting quite the eyeful, Richard could only stare and whine. 

His usual, grape-sized balls were bordering on the size of softballs as he undid his fly, feeling them flop out of their denim prison and out into the cool air. They were so heavy Richard would have otherwise thought that his testicles were made completely out of solid titanium. To his own horror, his allergic reaction was worse than he first thought; Even as he wriggled about to remove his pants his orbs had swelled to the size of cantaloupes.

The frantic vulpine was glad over the years that his swelling was not life-threatening, at least, but it sure made his life a living hell throughout his school years. Still, he knew the progression all too well. By his estimation the growth was only going to continue, whether it be for another half-an-hour or until well after sundown. While his cock would be completely unaffected by his adverse reaction to select floral essences, his nuts were assuredly going to grow to an unmanageable size, more than likely rendering him immobile. 

Considering he had yet to be stuck in public like that in his life, and factoring in the eventuality that, were he to be stuck in the dressing room or selling floor with family jewels the size of an entertainment center, they were soon going to fill with his own cream until all of it had to be let out, Richard grew all the more agitated. He had few options, but what else could he do?

Since he still had the three extra pairs of dress pants, not to mention his own jeans, Richard considered wrapping all of them around his groin to cover up. Still, his current rate of growth meant he had to rush out, storm right past the busy counter nearby and find another one that had no line elsewhere in the store. After that he would have to pay as quickly as possible, pray for no problems, rush out the back to the parking lot in his makeshift pants-based cover and try and get into Stacy’s car. If he did this, though, he would have not a second to spare and couldn’t run at all. Despite being more than capable of getting into a good jog, doing so at this point would assuredly get him churning up precum at an alarming rate. And, without Stacy knowing something was wrong, she could be another hour before contacting Richard.

Being a bloated, ejaculating attraction in the parking lot wasn’t Richard’s idea of a good day out. Well, maybe if there were no repercussions, but the police certainly weren’t going to take a medical excuse into account so easily, much less fellow shoppers and the local news.

The point was moot, anyway. As Richard kept staring downward at his progress he saw that his sack was as wide as his hips. His fitting room was only going to get all the more cramped as he grew, and he lamented that the only one with extra room inside was already in use when he ran in. Thankfully, though, the small nature of his room lead to what he thought could be a bit of a blind spot for the security camera. He could at least position his balls up against the front door. Even in their engorged state they would be harder to see, and at least security wouldn’t call the police on him for having “too much fun” trying on clothes once he started to spring a leak.

As he stared at the lack of responses on his smartphone, he was glad he repositioned himself. The light-furred fox pressed his hips more into the door as he could feel a syrupy warmth surge suddenly through his urethra, slowly spilling from his tip and glazing the top of his watermelon-sized balls. It wouldn’t be long until the pleasurable trickle was going to grow in intensity, just as fast as the rest of his twin factories, until he was assuredly going to stain himself, the entire dressing area, other customers, and five figures worth of merchandise with his seed. All of that potential accidental damage, just because of a stupid cologne. He could barely hold back his tears as they started to well in his eyes.

At least, they started to amass there before they trickled down his cheeks. When a door flies open all of a sudden and they make heavy contact along one’s testes, inflated or otherwise, it’s going to sting a bit.

“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHH I can’t believe you FOUND THESE IN MY SIZE!!!” Richard screamed out into the open air, frantically trying to cover up his painful outburst as Stacy started to cram her way into the too-tight room with him.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Stacy kept whispering as she rummaged through her shopping bag. “I’ll make it up to you later, but we’ve got to move fast! I couldn’t get any signal upstairs, but I got you this.” As finally fished out her acquisition, which was definitely from another section of the store altogether. Richard couldn’t even remember the last time he saw black silk sheets, much less one meant to cover a king-sized mattress.

“I know, this store has no size accommodations for hypers, but it’s the best that I could do.”

Taken aback by her ingenuity, Richard helped her take out the sheet in particular and wrapped it all around his body as a makeshift toga. There was still a great deal of extra material and give, so even with his enlarged size he still looked normal enough. As normal as a suddenly-hyper, still-spurting pre-ejaculatory fox could be, anyway.

Leaving the three pairs of dress pants behind for another day, and shoving his own jeans in Stacy’s shopping back, the duo made their way quickly out to the parking lot. Even though the sight of a toga’d individual didn’t seem to alert store security any,  probably since Richard and his golden-furred friend didn’t set off any alarms upon their exit. 

They both made it to Stacy’s vehicle just in time. Even with their quick sojourn out of the store Richard had to take his coal-hued hands and alternatingly hoist his ballbag up as he straddled across the parking lot. They were swinging like pendulums underneath his knees, swelling outward in girth until there was no doubt he was sporting something gargantuan underneath his garb.

Stacy, ever the quick thinker, threw open the rear door on the driver’s side and started to help slide Richard in, shoulders first. “Hope you don’t mind if I throw this other sheet I bought over you for the ride home and all. Just part your legs as wide as you can, I’ll cover your torso, and…well, I’ll try and find a way to be able to drive all the way back without being able to look out the rear window, okay?”

“Stacy, I,” Richard stuttered a bit, almost shocked how close he came to living out one of his personal , yet sexy, nightmares, “I can’t thank you enough. You just saved my life!”

“No, no, Rich, we’re not quite there yet. I still have to get you to my house, squeeze you through the garage, and then, how best to put it, drain you properly.” She could have sworn she saw a deep blush rush across her friend’s cheeks as she threw the dark sheet over his upper body.

“OK, foxy, time to go home. We’ll figure out how many favors and dinners you owe me after I drain you back to normalcy. Just try not to coat my windows with too much of your spunk…and try carrying an antihistamine with you next time!”

Finally able to relax, Richard made a mental note to do so. Of course, it doesn’t help when one’s canine pal may have furtively snatched such a pill away ahead of time, but what are friends who would milk friends for, after all?