The movie theater was mostly silent, except for the loud sound of people crunching popcorn between their teeth and sucking various types of soda through multicolored bendy straws. The movie projector hadn’t turned on, and the bright lights still gave the room a generally cozy feel. Large red velvet folds covered the walls, orange lights creating beams that spread out vertically in several spaces on each side of the theater. It wasn’t a very crowded theater, probably only fifteen people total out of nearly a hundred seats or so. The movie had been out for quite some time, which meant Serge and Luther would be able to see it in a near-empty theater, which meant no standing behind massive lines to get snacks and ending up squished between slobs, crying children and movie-talkers. The quieter and less populated the theater, the better!
        
        The golden furred fennec bounced happily into the room, light on his feet and shaking from side to side with excitement to see the movie. His bright teal hair flopped from one side to another, vivid and colorful in comparison to his much duller friend. Luther followed behind him, a rather reserved bat with generous amounts of neck fluff that reached around to the top of his head. He slowly paced through the hallway on the right edge of the theater, carrying a large popcorn and a soda in his arms. Serge also had a soda, but the two would be sharing the massive container of theater popcorn that was being brought in. The overflowing kernels were falling out of the container and onto the floor, leaving a trail of buttery crumbs at the feet of the two friends that went from the concession stand all the way up the stairs to their seat, the back corner of the theater. Everyone else was sitting in the middle of the room, and most of them were on the opposite half of the theater than they were in anyway, it was as if they had an entire section of the cinema closed off to them and them only. Serge and Luther put their drinks in the cup holders and sat down, watching as only a couple more people made it into the theater before the lights started to dim. Green screens of preview ratings popped up, before the two buds were presented with an onslaught of movie advertisements that carried on for a good fifteen minutes until the lights dimmed yet again, almost completely off at that point. The only light was coming from the bright colors that the movie projection provided, the tiny particles of dust in the air illuminated by the projector formed a square cone that extended to the screen. Luther and Serge were there to see some action superhero movie, nothing that wasn’t popular for the year. Everyone had been talking about it and luckily they had both avoided hearing spoilers about the movie, which meant they would be surprised by anything that were to happen.


        Luther reached down, his hand digging into the massive basket of popcorn before he was stopped by his fennec friend. Serge reached into his pocket and pulled out a little plastic bottle of what appeared to be flavoring. Luther raised an eyebrow, curious as to what his friend had in store, they were both fans of trying new foods.


        “It’s flavoring! I bought it from an Asian food place across town during a store closing sale for today. It’s supposed to be some spicy garlic sauce of the sorts, and since we both like spicy food, I thought it would be a good treat for us. What’dya say?” Serge looked at the bat with puppy-dog eyes, very proud of himself for thinking about his friend when shopping for their movie night. The warm-hearted bat couldn’t say no to such an adorable face!


        “Sure, Serge. You know I wouldn’t have any problems with that.” Luther smiled and pet his friend’s hair, their voices kept to a very small whisper. Serge carefully stripped the top of the bottle from the plastic film covering it and popped open the cap, squirting a generous amount of the red fluid onto the container of popcorn. Serge set it in the chair next to him, giving it a couple minutes to soak in before the two would start their movie-munchies. It didn’t smell fairly spicy, but that was probably because it was so loaded with preservatives and artificial ingredients that all of its punch belonged to the taste sense only. In the meantime, Serge and Luther kicked back in their seat and watched the opening of the movie. It wasn’t very long until the two furs realized that the movie they had gone to see was fairly sub-par. The characters weren’t interesting, and it wasn’t using the comic books it was based on at all! Before long the two buds had slumped so far back in their chairs that Serge almost fell out, prompting them to sit relatively straight again. The theater had lost a few people due to how bland the film was, but with plenty of popcorn left and nothing else planned, they decided to sit through it. 
        Serge placed the bucket of popcorn between him and Luther and the two dug in, finishing nearly half of the bucket in five minutes. Unfortunately, not only had the spicy flavoring not smelled of any peppers or spices, but it also tasted the same. Nothing, not even the slightest hint of heat. Their tongues were still pink and their faces lacked sweat, a true disappointment of a purchase.


        “No wonder that damn place closed down, their product is terrible.” Serge picked the bottle out of his pocket and looked it over, the product promising massive heat and satisfaction. What a shame it had failed to deliver on either of those. He reluctantly placed it back in the pocket of his cargo pants and set the bucket of popcorn on the floor, not in the mood to eat anymore. With a sip of his soda, the two returned to silently watching the movie, and not enjoying it one bit.


        It wasn’t until they were nearly forty minutes into the movie that Serge felt a sudden wave of heat rush over his body. But it wasn’t spicy heat, and his mouth felt perfectly fine. It was something else, something much more ill-thought and lewd. His cock was steadily chubbing and pushing against the confines of his cargo pants, throbbing painfully and visibly, to the point where Luther was able to see it clearly. The bat looked over at his friend, who bit his lower lip and shook nervously. Serge was so horny it hurt, it felt as if all the room in the front of his pants had been taken up by his cock and balls. He wasn’t tiny to begin with, but he could feel extra padding in his genitals that was certainly not there before. He had jacked off the day before, how could he be blue balling it so hard? The fennec pushed both hands against his massive erection, aiming it down to avoid making a scene. It wasn’t until he felt a pair of brown furry hands move his out of the way that he let his lip go, looking at the brown bat as his pants were unzipped and unbuttoned, his massive cock straining the confines of his underwear painfully. Every tiny rub of his engorged schlong against his undergarments caused him to shudder, as if his member were a thousand times more sensitive than before. Serge didn’t question anything Luther was doing, considering they both had male interests, just never for each other. It never seemed appropriate, they were buddies! But the tender touch of the bat’s warm fuzzy hands, how they deftly and carefully opened the hole in his boxer briefs to release nearly ten inches of fat, throbbing fox cock that twitched and oozed precum onto his lap, a puddle of the stuff soaking into his underwear and the golden fuzz beneath. Serge bit his lip hard, trying his best not to excrete a sexual moan that would rouse the rest of the theater and know what they were up to. However, looking over at the bat, he wasn’t the only one that was having troubles “down there.”


        Damn! It looked like the batty had a baseball bat between his legs. Serge was swollen a few inches past his normal size, and his friend seemed to be about the same. Their cocks must’ve been nearly a foot long each! Straining the fabric of the bat’s jeans and raising high into the air, the tip of his bulge nearly passed the top of the chair in front of him, close to his chest in height. And while each of their massive pop bottle cocks were impressive, their massive balls were probably even more impressive! Each of them were sporting testes the size of cantaloupes, stretching and straining their pants, about to burst out of them at any moment. Just the feeling of them churning and swelling visibly was enough to get them aroused. The bat was gently stroking off his foxy friend, a warm, wet tongue flicking out of his jaw and onto Serge’s pink shaft to give it a few test licks. The fennec shuddered, wincing and letting out an aroused grunt that he passed off as shifting in his seat. There were only ten or eleven people left in the theater, and the movie was halfway through. Rest assured when they got out of the cinema they would surely be ripe to complain about what a travesty the movie was, but that wasn’t what their minds were focused on.


        Downstairs, Luther greedily licked and sucked his friend’s massive shaft, feeling every inch of it throb and pulse in his hands and mouth as it dribbled with precum that the fennec’s pent up balls were producing. The first sounds of straining fabric could be heard from Serge’s pants, the button snapping from the threads it was strung to, falling to the floor. His zipper started to undo itself simply from an increase in pressure, his cock was practically expanding before Luther’s very eyes, although it was hard to make out anything clearly in his own lust-fogged mind. Serge could feel each and every lick of his friend’s tongue on his shaft, sucking and wrapping around the head of his shaft just to make him shake with pleasure. The fox had no clue how Luther wasn’t concerned with his own cock, the thing looked to be fourteen inches long from his perspective, pushing against the light gray boxers that the afro-sporting bat was wearing. Whatever had gotten into Serge must’ve gotten into Luther as well, considering they both seemed incredibly horny and hell-bent on pleasing whatever cock they could get their hands on. It was getting harder and harder to sit comfortably in the seats they had procured. Not because they were messy or sticky, but because there seemed to be less and less space between the plastic armrests, no matter how much they repositioned themselves! Their bodies were seemingly expanding, growing larger a couple centimeters at a time. Their clothing started to grow tight against the expanding form of their furry bodies, buttons popping off of shirts and stretching the cuffs of their sleeves to the max. The collars of their outfits were drawn tighter and tighter, digging into the two lovemakers’ skin, not that they cared. Serge could feel his grapefruit sized balls being squished and hugged absurdly tight in his underwear, begging to be released so they could let out their load onto Luther’s face and his lap. The fennec could feel his underwear start to tear, tiny holes ripping larger and larger until they were obvious gashes in the fabric. Luckily, a high-stakes action scene was playing on the screen, and no one heard a thing over the loud surround sound speaker system. However, it was getting harder to hide the sounds of plastic between them cracking as their embiggening bodies continued to smash the cup holding arm rests, shoving them aside to make more room for one another.


Luther still had his muzzle locked tight on Serge’s cock, sucking and fondling the massive fourteen inch erection without a care in the world. The fennec could do nothing else in his limited space but cringe and wince with every lick of the bat’s tongue on his cock. He never had the chance to enjoy something so lewd with his friend, but now that Luther had his hands and lips locked around the growing fox’s needs, it was clear that he had had plenty of experience, definitely more than Serge himself had ever had. With a quick glance around the theater, there were only a few people left towards the end of the movie. In fact, it appeared as if the last two people in the theater room with them were throwing away their snacks and bailing, with nearly half an hour left in the movie! They really should have checked the reviews on the film before showing up, but an empty theater just meant that the two furs could grow even more intimate with one another without worrying about someone else turning around and noticing. 


Serge turned to look at Luther, whose mouth was locked firmly on nearly a foot and a half of throbbing fox cock. Long ago had the bat’s own pants ripped down the front, revealing his own boner of the same color. It was very tempting to reach over and paw off his friend, but Serge was too paralyzed by his own pleasure to make a move, especially considering the last threads of confliction regarding sex with a good friend still hung, but not for long. In fact, those last remaining threads were starting to snap and like with the threads of his own clothing. His pants had ripped up the sides, exposing a good portion of his golden fuzzy behind as the pale cargo pants grew smaller and smaller on his legs. The fennec was nearly eight feet tall at that point, his knees pressing hard into the chair in front of him and causing it to bend further forward, straining plastic and nails as it cracked against his legs. Luther was roughly the same height, but he was laying atop his friend’s lap, as well as the chair he originally sat on. His legs were bent against the wall facing upwards, enough that Serge could make out the bat’s tennis shoes ripping and falling apart, leaving the brown fur wearing a pair of steadily diminishing socks that were stretched tight around his ankles, close to snapping off of his feet due to an overabundance of feet to cover. Looking down at himself, Serge was able to see the threads of his outer shirt falling apart at his shoulders and neck, slowly snapping and undoing themselves until he was left in a white undershirt that barely covered his chest. With every passing moment the two furs were growing steadily faster, a few minutes passing that warranted an extra foot of height on both of them. Their heads were climbing up the walls of the theater quicker and quicker, but they wouldn’t dare stop their lewd suck-fest because of how good it felt! Nearly half of the row they had sat in was broken apart, the chairs unable to put up a decent fight against the two. Luther was having difficulties handling the entirety of his friend’s two foot long erection, the thing damn near close to the width of a dinner plate. Serge’s balls were approaching the size of basketballs, and they had ripped out of his underwear long ago, resting heavily both on his thighs, which were pressed tightly together. He could feel them stretching, pulling further and further away from his body as they filled with a couple gallons of cum. Pressing one of his hands against the golden, fuzzy spheres, he could feel them shaking and quivering with each lick and stroke of the skilled bat on his dick. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Serge had long since given up being silent, and his mouth was parted in an open faced moan as his cock trembled and started to fill more and more with precum, spurting the clear fluid out at breakneck pace until his bloated cum factories swelled outwards once again, growing tight and dense as he reached orgasm.


Almost by reflex, Serge reached up and grabbed his friend by the head, keeping Luther’s lips tight on his own cock as it bulged and filled with insane amounts of cum, which all seemed to blast outwards at the force of a firehose. The bat’s cheeks bulged, his eyes tearing momentarily until he was able to start swallowing the massive amounts of spooge that he was met with. Some of it spurted out of the sides of his mouth, and even dribbled out of his nose from how powerful the fox’s climax was. Luther kicked forward, his tremendous feet knocking over chairs two rows in front of him as his body climbed towards twelve feet tall, roughly half a foot taller than his friend, although that gap was being closed quickly. His orgasm seemed to trail on for hours, even though only a few minutes had passed. Finally, after approximately five minutes of writhing and squirming as his batty pal swallowed pint after pint of spooge, Serge let go of his friend. Luther pulled back and licked his lips, which were dripping with copious amounts of cum that completely coated the inside of his mouth. As the bat pulled away from Serge happily, a stray shot of cum splattered his chest and oozed down his front, soaking his own crotch, which was still throbbing painfully. Serge kicked back and reclined against four or five demolished seats behind him, the twelve foot tall bat was no short of a giant at that point. Luther had to reposition himself and lay his legs down a few rows in front of them, absentmindedly stroking his thirty inch erection as it dribbled and spurted precum over his legs. Both of their ballsacks were still painfully full, massive watermelons hanging between both of their legs that churned and shook with the amount of spooge they were producing. The two sat there for a good three minutes, watching the below-average action movie and basking in the afterglow of their giant sex session. Serge’s cock slowly drooped downwards until it was flaccid, the cum-covered rod hanging over the side of his thigh and towards the floor, where it dribbled and leaked until they had a generous puddle of seed below them. It wasn’t until Serge reached down and picked up the cum-soaked popcorn barrel that Luther had an idea.


“Wait, can I see that bottle of flavoring you bought?” He asked. The bat reached outwards to acquire the bottle from Serge, unintentionally ripping the seams of his t-shirt, which snapped and fell apart onto the floor, leaving the bat almost completely exposed to the fennec beside him. With a huff, he reached another hand down and ripped off the last shreds of his pants. There was no point in wearing anything at that point, it was only awkward looking and painful to keep on, as much as the feeling of outgrowing his outfit felt good, it just wasn’t worth it at that point. Serge followed suit, tearing off his cargo pants and reaching into the back pocket to pull out the bottle of popcorn flavoring he had procured earlier in the week. Luther took it and looked at the bottle, the substance promising “massive heat and satisfaction.”


“Serge, I don’t think this was promising spice. But rather something else, if you catch my drift.” Luther showed the fennec what he meant, facing the small bottle towards the cum-covered fur, who leaned forward and read over the front.


“So you’re saying I bought… well essentially I bought a…” Serge struggled to find the words to describe what he was imagining.


“You bought a growth formula, and the bottle is still nearly full!” Luther smiled, his lips curling into a lewd grin as he popped open the cap to the growth formula and aimed towards his mouth, squirting liberally and downing nearly half of what was left in the bottle. Serge panicked momentarily, reaching outwards and snatching the seemingly magic potion and finishing the rest of the bottle, making sure he got a good share of the stuff before the bottle was completely empty. Serge tossed the tiny thing into the empty theater, wrapping both of his hands around his tremendous cock as Luther leaned forward to fondle and massage his balls. The two furs had completely shredded any remains of their former outfits and had nothing left keeping them from growing. Their packages seemed to expand disproportionately to their own bodies, not that either of them were small to begin with, but they were truly massive in comparison to their gigantic forms at that point. Both of them were approaching twenty feet tall, and were just short by a couple feet. They were too wrapped up in pleasuring one another to care much about numbers, however, just as long as they were big and getting bigger. Both Luther and Serge had nearly demolished a fourth of the cinema that they were stationed in, flooding it with gallons upon gallons of precum as their packages stretched and expanded along with the rest of their bodies. Their legs alone had climbed to the front row of the theater and were steadily pushing against the opposite wall of the room that they had started on. 


A growing river of cum had started flowing down the steps of the theater, an absurd amount of mess if it weren’t for the fact it was arising from a pair of twin ten-foot erections. Both of the males were taking their time and enjoying the feeling of growth, of expansion and demolishing row after row of chairs. Massive legs kicking with every jolt of pleasure and wiping across another set of the theater seats. It was getting to the point that there was cum leaking out of the door of the cinema room, although none of the employees wanted to volunteer to check out what was happening inside. They knew perfectly what the cloudy, sticky substance was, which is what made it all the scarier. A small crowd of people gathered around the puddle as it soaked through the theater carpet and creeped further and further into the hallway. Even the cinema manager had to step in and put down wet floor signs, urging the customers to stay away from the growing mess and make their way out of the theater. Other cinema rooms were soon emptied, crowds of people demanding refunds but being ushered out to the pavement. People had no idea what was going on, but the employees were getting a better idea about what was happening. On the inside of the theater, there was a crowd of theater workers stationed against the hallway, trying to soak up as much of the leaking cum as they could. However, as mop after mop grew saturated with seed that was nearly impossible to get out, it was clear that wiping up the mess wouldn’t be a possibility. A couple employees had taken a few steps into the theater and taken a quick look at the massive bodies that were taking up more and more space in the room and quickly hightailed it out of the theater, not willing to stay behind while the walls would crash and break apart. 


In the middle of the theater, Luther and Serge had taken to stroking one another off. Each of them were topping thirty, perhaps forty feet tall and were starting to lose space in the theater. Their rears and legs had swept over the entirety of the seats, breaking them apart and rendering the room into an incline towards the screen. They sat facing one another, legs piled on top of each other’s as their balls squished and swelled between them, quaking and shaking against the other’s sack. Their cocks rose high into the air, nearly twenty five feet tall each and dribbling with dozens of gallons of precum every few seconds, rendering the floor beneath them a sloshing, frothing pool of cum. Every second added a couple more inches onto their behemoth bodies, the walls around them were cracking and falling apart at the scenes. Long ago had Luther reached up and knocked the glass pane that protected the movie projector room, knocking over the machine inside and ending the terrible film that they had been watching. The two furs could feel every twitch and throb of their massive shafts, as well as each other’s as they continued growing bigger and bigger in comparison to their bodies. If they weren’t forty feet tall, their cocks would’ve reached the top of their heads still, to put it in perspective.


Luther had been the one staving off from orgasm so long, and he winced and writhed as Serge worked over the bat’s growing cock. It felt too good to give justice in the form of words, every inch of cock pulling outwards and expanding in front of his very eyes. The walls around them were nearly completely saturated with cum at that point, and because of the growing bodies pressing against them, tearing the movie theater apart from the inside. It wasn’t until Serge leaned back that his elbow crashed through the wall behind him, the fennec’s fuzzy elbow clearing straight through two layers of concrete and into the central hallway of the theater. A stray shot of precum launched from Luther’s enormous shaft, crashing into the theater screen and causing it to cave in. The rest of the walls around them were dripping with copious amounts of sticky clear fluid, the interior structure falling apart around them. Not that Serge nor Luther cared, though. They were both slowly approaching sixty feet tall with no signs of stopping, the absolute overdose of the potion Serge had bought was causing them to skyrocket into unbelievable levels of growth! Anyone who tried to get too close would get a healthy dose of spooge and be knocked on their feet, left to swim and wade through the spooge until they made it to higher ground. Luther and Serge were both holding their bodies down by pressing up against the ceiling, the weight of their growth finally starting to come to reality as the two macros feverishly attempted to stay inside of the theater room. How big would they get? It was a tiny bottle of growth formula - it couldn’t of been that powerful! But yet it was, and as their hands expanded and grew against the slanted ceiling above them, it too cracked and fell apart. Bright sunlight flooded the chaos inside of the theater, giving the fennec and bat room to kneel, and then stand upwards. The two of them were climbing closer and closer to a hundred feet tall. Their heads rose a good eight yards above the roof of the theater, which was located in a short but long strip mall. People in the nearby streets watched as the gigantic furs rose to their full height, standing dozens of feet above them with cocks that swung and dribbled in front of the macros’ faces, giant globules of spooge lashing out and creating puddles in the streets, causing cars to slip and ruin the traffic flow. Luther turned to the sky and covered his eyes with one hand, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight that contrasted so harshly to the dark and dank atmosphere of the movie theater. 


Now that the two buddies were out and about of the movie theater, there was absolutely nothing keeping them from growing bigger and bigger. Although they were both tentative to crashing through the movie theater to begin with, afraid of their expansion, it was now a test to see how big they could grow! Serge leaned forward and gave his friend’s bat-cock a friendly slap, watching it bounce up and down as Luther winced and bit his lip, giant strands of pre firing from his length and to the ground below. He was able to pull his cock forward and give it a lick, too. Luther wrapped one hand around the underside of his dick and brought it close to his face, giving the head of his titanic member a friendly whiff, taking in the bittersweet scent of his seed before giving his cum slit a tiny lick, savoring in the taste of his own cum before letting it fall back down in front of him. Luther looked over at Serge, the massive fennec stroking and pawing off his shaft eagerly, looking down at the bat’s own shaft with a spark in his eyes. 


“Serge, do you-”


“Yes.” Serge cut off his friend with lightning quick reflexes. The fennec crashed through the front of the movie theater with a tremendous golden foot and took Luther by the hand, guiding him over the remaining roof of the building and out into the parking lot. At this point there were plenty of people gathered around the two macros, watching them engage in particularly lewd acts that only seemed to escalate as time went on. Not only that, but even as they decided to start positioning themselves for some rather preposterous sex, they were getting taller and taller as the time went on. At the rate they were both growing, two-hundred feet of height would be an easy possibility to reach, and perhaps surpass with relative ease, as well. Dozens of people had to run as Serge’s massive fuzzy hands were slammed on the ground, demolishing two buildings in the process. The fennec raised his rump high in the air, presenting his rear end to the throbbing bat in need. Luther looked down, licking his lips at the tantalizing sight before them. They had already grown to roughly one-hundred fifty feet tall, there really was no point in trying to fight it at that point. He grabbed his massive shaft with both arms, the throbbing pink skyscraper rose higher than his head by dozen feet or so, dribbling and oozing with barrels of precum that sloshed violently as they hit the ground. The bat’s balls were hanging quite low between his legs, the gigantic spheres of swollen, sloshing cum were roughly eighty feet in diameter, and a good portion of them were squished tight and uncomfortably between his thighs and knees, and required a bit of repositioning to let the fuzzy blue orbs churn behind his legs. The bat leaned forward, placing the tip of his tremendous schlong against the pink, slightly blushing pucker, quickly lubing the fennec’s rear with a generous helping of pre that slicked down the warm entryway to take the massive length it was being presented with. Serge’s hands continued to scrape through more and more of the city block beneath him, his fingers curling in pleasure and ripping up a few small structures. 


Luther moaned, his massive mouth opening and releasing a guttural, lewd roar that reverberated through his body and shook the ground underneath. Anyone who was still watching their display had long since taken off their own pants, the smell of sex and males too hot and powerful to resist masturbating then and there. However, a good portion of the initial audience had hightailed it away from that block, choosing instead to watch the massive furs fuck one another from afar, choosing tall buildings hundreds of feet away or even further away with binoculars. The onlookers watched from afar as Luther slowly gripped his friend by the rear, the fennec reaching between his legs with one massive paw and stroking his own tremendous cock. With a considerable amount of force the bat was able to force the tip of his schlong into his friend’s rear, the fennec yipping, a brief cry of pain before falling in love with the sensation of such a large insertion in his rump. He continued pawing off, his cock reaching out from underneath his shoulders and head. From his kneeling position, Serge’s nuts had outgrown the space between his legs and were smooshed delightfully on the ground, rolling over and squashing a plethora of empty buildings underneath him. Luther leaned further forward, feeling foot after foot of his monster length get slammed into his good friend, although they were much more than that at that point. It wasn’t long until the bat had shoved nearly half of his cock into Serge, over sixty feet at that point! There was a clear bulge in Serge’s stomach that only seemed to grow more exaggerated the longer Luther was inside, the absurd amounts of precum that his balls were putting out had started to quickly inflate Serge’s belly, the golden fennec’s fuzzy torso starting to round out and hang lower and lower towards the ground. Not by a hell of a lot, and it was certainly emphasised by the clear bulge of Luther’s cock inside, but it was still something to reckon. The bat wrapped his hands around Serge’s sides, his hips slowly thrusting in and out of his friends as they grew faster and faster with the seemingly infinite amount of pleasure that they were receiving. With every centimeter of growth that was compounded to their bodies, the two lovemaking furs shook and quivered, they wouldn’t be happy until they had both gotten all of the sex out of their systems. And considering how much cock and cum there was to go around - that wouldn’t be for quite a long time! 


With every thrust of the bat’s hips, his cock went just a little bit deeper into Serge’s ass, the fennec’s belly bulging more and more with every bit of precum that was stuffed into him. There were a few times that Luther had slipped out of that delicious golden booty, releasing a torrent of overflowing spooge that splashed over the tip of his cock and onto the ground, before he quickly plugged up the leaking orifice again. Serge eagerly pawed off his own cock, which grew faster and faster with the rest of his body, taking up more space underneath him with every passing second. He cried out with pleasure with every body-quaking pound of bat-cock into his rump, with every warm and delightful slap of Luther’s balls against his taint and his own testes, making him all the more eager to let those gigantic brown orbs unleash their full loads inside his rump. Every now and then the fennec would reach to his belly and cop a feel of his inflating stomach, feeling the warm, fuzzy flesh of his belly stretch and expand outwards. In a few minutes the cum-bloated form had lowered itself into his cock, squishing against the pink shaft and bringing an entire new sense of euphoria to the fennec’s body. Meanwhile, Luther was having the time of his life pounding and thrusting into Serge’s tight asshole. Of course it would be reasonable to assume anything would be tight with such a large insertion, but it was almost as if the fennec was a virgin or something, his ass had a vice grip on the bat’s cock that made it all the more amazing to pound! Even with how difficult it was to hilt himself inside of Serge, especially considering his  hyper phallus kept getting larger with every jolt of pleasure and thrust of his hips. The macro furs had torn up a good portion of the city that they were stationed in, each one of them just above two hundred feet tall and finally starting to slow down. Their cocks, however, seemed just as eager to continue growing, three fourths of their own height with tremendous, shaking balls to match. 


“F-fuck dude. How are you this t-tight?” Luther stammered, trying to get a hold on his speech, even though it was difficult to do during sex. 


“I don’t kn-know! Just keep going - holy fuck!” Serge thrust his hips and rump backwards into Luther’s crotch, his balls perking up and his cock starting to tingle with the sensation of orgasm. The fennec’s jaws parted in a high pitched yell of arousal and unbridled lust as his cock bulged and shook, his body quaking with the sensation of his most powerful climax to date. He was a bit quicker than Luther, although the blushing brown bat was pounding faster and faster with every passing second. Serge’s first shot of cum tore a chasm through a good five hundred feet of the city, tearing down many buildings that had been vacated long before, mostly due to the growing threat the macros provided to the city. Serge continued to eagerly paw off, squishing and feeling his bloated cum tube shake with the amount of seed he was producing.


Luther wasn’t any different, only a few short moments after his fox-friend had busted a nut, his own balls perked up and grew dense, shaking as they flooded his cock with hundreds of gallons of cum that traveled straight to Serge’s belly, the golden, squishy fox screaming in ecstasy as his stomach was pumped full of insane amounts of speed, the delightful feeling of warmth and sloshing in his front damn near causing him to pass out with pleasure. There were only two things his mind was focused on, stroking his massive cock and relishing in the feeling of his ass being pumped to the brim with warm bat-seed. Luther’s hands gripped the fennec’s hips tight, his cock hilted in that golden rump as it twitched and throbbed inside. The two were locked in a seemingly everlasting orgasm, and neither of them were complaining! The sensation of their bodies being wracked in the throes of climax, of being shaken with the sensation of the most sexual feeling a body can go through being amplified by thousands of times. Minutes passed, in fact, nearly half an hour passed and they were still cumming. The entire downtown area that they had started in was flooded with hundreds of thousands of gallons of cum that sloshed and frothed violently in the streets, no sign of stopping until Luther was finally able to lean back and pull his cock out from Serge’s rear. He took the half-erect, post orgasm rod into his arms and planted his own lips on the tremendous shaft, taking a few mouthfuls of seed into his stomach before letting his cock fall limp in front of him. Serge had trouble reaching around his gigantic belly, which spanned nearly as wide as he was tall, making it incredibly difficult to get up. However, the feeling of his warm, full stomach pressing hard against his hyper log of a cock was delightful, to say the very least. Luther was about to say something to Serge when a piece of stray paper flew by and landed on his massive batty nose. He picked it off and brought the tiny piece of stationery to his eye, reading it closely.


“What’s that?” Serge asked, patting his tremendous belly and trying to roll over and stand up.


“It’s the address to where that Asian food place you got the growth stuff from moved, they’re a few cities away.” Luther crumpled the paper and looked down at Serge, who replied silently with a lewd grin.


“Once my belly goes down a bit, I think we have some traveling to do!” Serge exclaimed happily.