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This story was written as a commission for JamesFoxes of Fur Affinity. The story is a tour of as many macro themes as could fit into the same story: growth, muscle-growth, hyper-sex, paws, and even a little inflation and mild vore. The only request was that there be no shrinking. Everything else I could think of with a "macro" angle is present. This is not erotica but--rather--pure porn. Make no mistake: this is fetish material for those who love size. The world-setting (containing Omicron House), and the characters of James White (the human), Taylor Grey (the rabbit), Mack Post (the horse), Tyler Solomon (the fox), Mick Tully (the kangaroo), and Jaydon Golde (the other fox) are owned by myself.

Indelible, part three

©2013 - Sylvan Scott

three

"Mick Tully"

The big kangaroo was a pre-med show-off. Body always on display, he also liked talking about his classes and the difficulty his peers had with what sorts of things were "stunningly obvious". But, for some reason, the trait wasn't a turn-off. He always dressed in tight-fitting, contour-hugging clothes with bright, neon splashes of color. The mesh shirt he had worn when James first met him had been outdated and retro back home but was apparently still in-vogue, here. It also fit the overall aesthetic of the man. Mick loved to accent the rich browns and reds he usually wore with bright, clashing hues. If it could work in a rock band or video game T-shirt, all the better.

But while his fashion sense was overt and his not-so-subtle talk about how easy his classes was omnipresent, that wasn't why James thought of Mick as a show-off. He figured it out the same way he discovered that the big man was pre-med.

James learned all he needed to know when the big marsupial brought the human down to the living room, with its enormous bay windows and high vaulted ceiling, to play "doctor".

"Look, I don't know what's going on, but--"

"You're cute, you're different, and you keep staring at my ass when I hop down the hall," Mick interrupted. "What do you think is going on?" The roo raised an eyebrow and smiled provocatively.

James swallowed, hard. He'd been here for only a day and learned that each of the guys in Omicron House had a libido that would have made a stud-horse look like a spinster.

Not that he minded.

But back home, James was lucky to get a date every other week or so. Here, the guys in Omicron seemed to feel that every other hour was too infrequent.

"I don't have any fur," he responded, lamely.

"But you like mine, don't you?" Mick asked. He struck a pose, stretching out his long, muscular chest and tight, toned abs. His shirt (complete with an otter rock band emblem: "Watchers in the Water") pulled up enough to reveal his midriff. He slid a hand down his belly and to the side, resting it on one, thrust-out hip. He grinned. "You like my body."

It wasn't a question.

James tried to stammer out a reply that would be both polite and non-committal.

Why was he suddenly like this? He should be so much more energetic! Maybe a part of him still thought this was all a dream. He wasn't usually so indecisive. At the moment, even after a full twenty-four hours, he still felt all tangled-up and off his game.

Then again, he usually wasn't in the company of guys who had no reservations about sex.

Really hot guys who had no reservations about sex.

Really hot animal guys from a parallel universe who had no reservations about sex.

There was something hungry about each of them that called to him. Something about their animal natures, whether it was because they had senses so much more acute than his own or because they all seemed to much more in touch with their physical lives, drew him like a moth to a flame. But a part of him rebelled.

Each of them came across not just as a horny frat-guy but also as someone who saw sexual expression as natural and fun; something to be shared. He didn't know if everyone in this world was this uninhibited but it was something he wondered about.

"I, uh..." He trailed off, stammering.

"Wrong answer," Mick said with a broad grin. He leaned back on his tail and slammed his huge foot against James' chest, knocking him back and into the living room couch. The silver bowl they had on display on a small pedestal rocked back and forth for a moment. The black, viscous substance inside it sloshed heavily.

Instinctively, James grabbed Mick's foot, only to have the other slam into him and press him, deeper, into the couch. The kangaroo was leaning completely on his tail: his oversized feet pressed their large, soft pads against the human. James gasped and squirmed.

"You're ... pressing too ... hard," he moaned.

"Must be my gastrocnemius or gluteus maximus," Mick said. His brogue was so strange; James would have expected him to sound Australian, not Irish. He guessed that, in this world, there were differences both overt and subtle. "We roos are known for our powerful jumping," he continued. Mick pressed harder and splayed his toes. "But you're far too sweet and cute to want any of that, right?" Firmly, Mick slid his oversized, padded feet from James' chest to his shoulders.

James felt both paws caress the sides of his neck. The scent of them was clean but strong.

While not truly prehensile, Mick had great control over his feet. He manipulated James' head so he was staring down the length of his legs right at his oversized groin. He was wearing his short-shorts, again.

James decided he had to be a bit more proactive. Dream or not, tangled-and-confused or not, a really hot guy was teasing him, mercilessly, with a pair of twenty-four-inch feet. He reached up and wrapped his hands around Mick's feet and licked one of his toes. Mick tasted salty and earthy. His feet were the largest James had ever seen on a guy, although upon thinking about it, for a kangaroo that seemed rather obvious. He looked past the two feet of pedal extremity to Mick's face and saw the large, slender man raise an eyebrow. The roo smiled a bit sheepishly. James fought back a chuckle: he'd finally made one of these big boy-toys blush. He slipped Mick's big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. It was easily as big as half a candy bar.

Not "Fun-Size", either.

Mick moaned and James felt him shudder in delight.

"You like that, eh?" he asked the kangaroo.

"No less than you." He splayed his toes, wide, and slid one foot up to James' forehead while the other pressed into his mouth again.

Unlike a kangaroo back home, and perhaps due to Mick's huge height and size, the feet were heavy and rounded: not boney or too angular. He had pads on the bottoms of his toes, just above the arch, and along his heel. He had short, blunt claws extending from each toe and that was definitely something new. The roo's fur was downy-soft; softer than James would have expected. Even the short fur on each toe was gentle and fine, smelling of lavender shampoo.

He felt his pants become far too tight around his cock. Mick tousled James' hair with his toes and moaned at the continued sucking.

James caressed and began to massage the over-sized feet as, one-by-one, he sucked their toes.

Every now and then, James got a glimpse down the long, muscular legs at the reclining roo's straining bulge and saw that he was getting stiff, too. The barest bit of flesh showed above Mick's waistband as his pants strained to keep him concealed. Mick's long, slender fingers ran across his leather belt and tapped it, here and there.

James blinked. He almost hadn't caught it at first but, just now, he'd seen a light flare of pale, blue light from under one of Mick's fingers. Then another. The roo had his eyes half-shut. Every now and then, though, he tapped a section on his belt with a fingertip making a light blue rune glow out of the deeper, black recesses that had been worked into the leather.

Mick chuckled as his eyes met James'.

And James' mouth began to fill.

He blinked in surprise. It felt as if Mick was pushing more of his foot into his mouth, but that wasn't quite right. Rather, with a low and steady heat, Mick's feet were growing. James gulped. It was like what he'd seen in the basement only centered on the kangaroo's huge toes and legs. He couldn't see it easily but he could feel it. In moments it was like having a billiards ball in his mouth and the roo's toes and feet were still getting bigger.

James moaned and massaged the growing feet faster, caressing and squeezing them to make Mick tremble. Soon, his mouth started to ache as Mick's big toe became as big as one of James' fists. He barely was able to pull back before his jaw popped. The expression on his large lover's face was one of amusement. James felt like there was something in Mick's look akin to a challenge.

He pressed his face into the marsupial's arches and rubbed it on his nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead. He felt his groin grow wet with precum seeping into his boxers and saw a similar wetness on Mick's bulge. James had to move on to the next-largest toe as Mick's feet continued to grow.

Between the huge feet pressing and roaming over his face, James wasn't always able to see his partner easily. The perspective and the expansion of his feet made him look huge and elongated.

It was only after Jayden walked through, his russet-red coat shining in the light of the sun streaming through the front windows, that James realized more than Mick's feet were growing.

Embarrassment flashed through James at the sudden realization that other eyes were on him; they were far from private. He had no idea if Jayden had stuck around, either. The fox had just passed through his field of vision. Mick was getting taller almost as fast as his feet were swelling.

Soon, he couldn't fit the next-biggest toe into his mouth and had to move on to the next.

Mick's bones and muscles stretched and strained as his clothing grew even tighter. The tip of his cock, reddish in hue, poked from beneath his waistband. It seeped precum and left a trail against his toned abs.

The next toe became too large, nearly popping James' jaw, but it felt delightful. He tried to sit up to better lick the soles of the growing feet but, quickly, Mick put a stop to that. In what James guessed was a long-practiced maneuver, the roo wrapped his giant feet around James' head and pulled him, bodily, off the couch and onto the floor.

James saw just how huge Mick had become.

"How'd ya'll like th' view?" he asked in his thick brogue.

Mick stood at least twice James' height. The tips of his ears brushed the vaulted ceiling as he got taller and taller. His lean, slender body stretched his clothes to the point where they looked like they'd been painted on. Both the t-shirt and the mesh over it caressed Mick's torso from just above his now-bare abs to his enormous, slender neck. He half-stood on the floored James, one massive foot shifted to pin the human's right wrist to the carpeted floor while the other stayed pressed against his face. Each of Mick's feet had to be almost four feet long, now. Each had had its padding increase, making the toes rounder and heavier as their fur rustled and pressed against James' bare flesh.

He felt as if he were about to climax just from the view, alone.

Mick looked similarly on-the-edge.

The towering man began to bend forward to allow himself to keep growing in the confined space. Mick cupped his still barely-clothed balls through his shorts and squeezed them; rubbing and stroking.

"Keep ... going," James begged.

Mick nodded with a confident grin.

Soon past fourteen or fifteen feet tall, hunched over like a small giant, Mick's panting breaths sounded like those of a rutting bull. Precum splashed onto both the floor and the roo's feet as James began to feel himself reach the point of no return.

He groaned, his cock bucking in his pants, as he spurted his thick seed into his boxers. Mick, not noticing, kept pressing his weight down on the helpless human. He splayed his toes again as his feet grew to a size as big as James' whole body. Mick's sixteen-foot-tall form loomed over James as seams popped and one, free paw caressed his own thirty-one-inch erection, still jutting from his shorts.

Pre-med major or not, he was as flexible as a yoga instructor.

Mick climaxed moments later and, gritting his teeth, grunted with each long, sloppy spurt of goo.

Salty, sensual cum fell in thick ropes around James. He peered out from between two of Mick's toes and gripped the sides of the huge foot. Drops of seed splashed over his face. It didn't last long but the depth of the kangaroo's orgasm was obvious.

He shuddered and shook, actually forgetting himself and pressing his hunched back against the ceiling for a moment. The room strained and, for a moment, James was afraid the giant might bring it down around them. Cracks radiated out in the white plaster. But Mick controlled himself.

After a bit, he slowed and stopped cumming. The roo, his bright green eyes gazing down at his playmate fondly, sparkled in the sunny afternoon light. He rubbed his oversized toes, one at a time, across James' face and smiled.

"We'll have to do this again, outdoors," he said.

The implications that Mick wanted to keep on growing made James' softening cock twitch with the threat of getting hard, again.

"I'd like that," he replied.

...to be continued...