Fame and Bad Decisions (Patreon Commission for Drewbermeister)

TAGS: Size Difference, Growth/Worship Growth, Macro

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Another empty bottle. It rattled quietly as the last of its contents were poured out onto the fox’s hand, a couple of lonely pills out of a few hundred, before the now-empty plastic container was thrown over its owner’s shoulder and landed with a gentle, slightly echo-y thud on the ground behind him. By that point in his life, the pills really didn’t do much besides stabilize his growth rate, but he had to take them anyway; better that his expansion remain steady than go completely out of control, no matter how many times he fantasized about otherwise. The last thing anyone wanted, or so his manager kept telling him, was for him to lose his mind and start going on a rampage after growing to a titanic size, because then the army would have to be involved, the government would need to look into things, and then the whole tax avoidance scheme he was running would be found out and who knew what kind of trouble he’d be in after that.

Still, it was an interesting thing to think about whenever he had the time to do so, more often than not at night, just before bed, as he stared at the ceiling while bemoaning the fact that he was doing so completely by his lonesome. No one ever warned him that stardom came with plenty of asterisks attached to it, chief of which was the complete inability to ever know for certain whether or not someone was trying to get close to him because of his personality and out of a genuine desire to strike up a friendship, or purely because they wanted to taste a slice of the piece he had baked for himself over his many years of hard work. He wasn’t the only person on the planet with that condition, but he was the only one who had taken it and turned it into a multimedia franchise that already ranked its market capital in the tens of millions, making it depressingly difficult to sift those who talked to him like he was Andy, and those who saw him as a walking wallet.

That was, of course, until he met Rebecca.

Rebecca was special. Unlike so many others who proclaimed themselves to be his “biggest fan”, only to utterly fail at actually answering any questions about the several movies he’d been in, this particular fennec fox decided that the first thing she would do after accidentally bumping into Andy during one of his “incognito” coffee runs (or at least as incognito as an eight-and-a-half foot giant could be) was... to ask him what exactly he was thinking taking the role of Dr. Tenebrous in what had been deemed the “most disastrous B-movie remake in the past decade”. Considering his cover hadn’t been blown, and the question came literally out of nowhere when he was waiting by the counter with Rebecca by his side, it somehow bypassed all of his mental defenses, triggering an automatic response, the same one he gave to his own manager when they asked the exact same question:

“I was a fan growing up. Plus they needed someone huge, so…”

It was only after he replied that Andy caught himself, his eyes going wide as he tried to surreptitiously look around him to make sure no one had caught onto what had just happened. To her credit, Rebecca’s reaction was to give a couple of curt nods along with a knowing expression, as if to say “Fair enough” without actually uttering any words; she seemed content enough with it to just take her coffee, turn around and leave, and it was Andy who took the initiative in asking her to stay behind. The fennec seemed more surprised than she did starstruck, and indeed seemed ready to ask him why she should do that when the giant fox realized he was making a scene; as quietly as he could, he mouthed the word “Please?” before turning around to take his own order.

“Wouldn’t expect you to ask me to stop,” the vixen teased him back then, sitting down at a table far enough away from the line that Andy could sit with his back to it and hide from everyone, “especially with how inconspicuous you are.”

“You’d be surprised what a shitty shirt, glasses and a baseball cap will do to people,” the fox remembered saying, “I once got my driver’s license renewed and even the clerk didn’t notice.”

“One wonders how I noticed you, then,” Rebecca mused aloud, her voice sultrier than before.

“Perhaps you’re my biggest fan.”

“Absolutely not. At least not until you’re done with me.”

Even looking back with the benefit of hindsight, Andy still couldn’t tell if that had been a deliberate ploy on Rebecca’s part or if she really was just that smooth by her very nature. She was certainly a lot more energetic about it once the two sat down to discuss things with a bit more time on their hands, doubly so when the fox invited her over to his own place for dinner; even still, she was never quite as manic as some of the fans that Andy had to deal with as part of his meticulously curated public image, some of which were so insufferable that sometimes he felt like slapping the fur right out of them with how much they treated him like he was a mindless slab of meat. In that regard, Rebecca had them all beat; not only did she have a near-encyclopedic knowledge of every single movie he’d been in, but she had criticism for them, and good one as well. It was such an odd experience to be able to just openly discuss the film’s failings with someone who didn’t feel like they had to tread on eggshells that, by the time the two of them heard their stomachs rumbling, it was almost ten o’clock at night.

From there, things progressed about as quickly as they really could, in between the vixen having her own job and the fox needing to keep managing his own business. It was difficult to reconcile at times, but as the months wore on and the two of them found every excuse they could to meet clandestinely where the paparazzi couldn’t see them, they both felt it was about time to officialize it and have Rebecca move in; wouldn’t do to have her keep living in a cramped downtown apartment when, frankly, Andy’s place had far too much room than he could ever use.

Granted, some of this wasn’t necessarily because of his wastefulness, but more so thanks to his unique condition: Perpetual Growth Syndrome. As the name so cleverly implied, the vulpine’s body was in a constant state of flux, one that had been kickstarted during his puberty and never really stopped; were it not for his medication keeping the worst of it down, he probably would’ve broken the ten foot mark years prior, and even with the constant pill intake, he was still an enormous hunk that required special, extra-wide doors just to get around comfortably. While out and about, he could feasibly blend in with judicious application of nondescript clothing and a hunched posture, but in his house, where no such compunctions were necessary, Rebecca got to witness the real Andy, the one who didn’t need to hold back for the sake of keeping everyone off his back.

“Are you cutting your shorts off shorter?” he remembered Rebecca asking him once, “Am I gonna be able to see your dick poking out in a couple of months.”

“You already see my dick on a regular basis,” he shot back, getting ready on the diving board to his pool.

“Yeah, but it’d be hotter, not gonna lie.”

To say that it was alluring was, to put it lightly, an understatement about as massive as Andy himself was. His body, toned, chiselled and maintained by years of arduous training and strict dieting, was something beyond hot; it was the perfect Adonis-like physique, with its proportions, its weight, its everything working together to create a visual repast that made Rebecca salivate whenever she laid eyes on it. And with summer around the corner and temperatures slowly rising, Andy made sure to use whatever opportunity he had to use the outdoor pool, deliberately using his smallest shorts so as to put his full glory on display. The intent was to show Rebecca just what she had waiting for her, and it worked perfectly… perhaps a bit too well, honestly.

The change was gradual, but it was there, and by the time Andy realized what had happened, it was already too late to do anything about it. The way it was played, so subtle as to be basically unnoticeable, made him realize that he had seriously bitten off more than he could chew when it came to his romantic choices, and yet at the same time, that only really all that much sweeter whenever he thought about it; it was a game of yielding, of surrendering limits until they were no longer there, and one that he was more than happy to lose, especially wherever Rebecca was concerned… and one that Rebecca delighted herself in playing.

It started off innocently enough, and in fact in much the same way that one would expect a relationship like theirs to progress, with the two of them becoming closer to one another on a more physical level. Considering the sort of performative display that Andy put on a daily basis, it was hardly surprising that the vixen would inevitably grow more comfortable with exploring her physicality, their physicality; at first only when they were safely behind locked doors, then progressing to casual snuggling on the couch, until eventually she openly flirted with him whenever he decided to eschew the use of shirts… which, all things considered, was quite often, often enough that he began to wonder if he was doing it out of his own volition or if that succubus-like vixen was doing something to his head. Not that he’d mind; he adored having someone who could actually keep up with him.

In fact, more than keep up, which is where the rest of his “problems” came from. Just as their relationship developed to the point where Rebecca openly traced her fingers across his abs whenever they were out by the pool and didn’t feel the need to look over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, so too did she begin to drop… hints. Nothing but suggestions at first, barely even that if Andy was being honest, but they were there nonetheless, probably designed to lay the groundwork for what would be done later; the occasional compliment, the odd comment, all of it directed at the fox’s overall size or bulk. They were always quite positive, enough that Andy actually felt his cheeks burning at times, being as unaccustomed as he was to those sorts of words coming from someone that he actually cared deeply about, hence why he didn’t really question them when they became more common, more explicit, and carrying with them a lot of overtones that weren’t at all innocent. Because Rebecca, despite her insistence that she loved everything about him, clearly wasn’t satisfied; she wanted more.

Or, to be more precise, and as she herself would eventually put it, it was Andy that was holding himself back. His medical condition wasn’t a secret, nor was the fact that he had to take medication to control it, but the full extent of it was something that the fox kept close to his chest and chose not to reveal to the world; as far as anyone else other than his family and personal doctor were concerned, he was merely eight-and-a-half foot tall, with his full potential being some indeterminate, but certainly not at all ridiculous size. Little did anyone know that, were it not for his strict adherence to a frankly ridiculous medical routine, there really wouldn’t be a lot of people around to speculate on how big he even was; his true size, the one that was hidden away from years and years of careful maintenance, was so incomprehensibly massive that Andy had to exercise plenty of care not to think about it, lest he become too infatuated with it for his own good.

This is where Rebecca came in. She didn’t try to push that particular point, at least no initially, preferring to skirt around it in an attempt to ascertain just how big her lover could truly be; a question here, a query there, and slowly she built up a mental image of what he was capable of if he only he were to let go. From there, it was easy enough to start placing a few choice words at just the right moment to get Andy to warm up to the idea that maybe he could afford to go a bit bigger than he was already, nothing too major; she wasn’t asking him to explode with size, of course not, merely to… enjoy himself a little bit more, let go a bit and delight the whole world with an “unexpected growth spurt”, as she liked to put it.

“Besides, who would really mind?” she’d occasionally comment, “The whole world already knows who you are. It’s just the natural order of things.”

Andy himself was of two minds on this topic, mostly because, no matter how alluring it sounded, he was already a beast of a vulpine by all objective measures. If not for his height or build, it was his manhood and how it got used; it was difficult for him to really want to make himself bigger when his cock alone was already of a large enough size that Rebecca could use it as a body pillow whenever the two got busy behind locked doors, nor could he truly convince himself that he needed additional girth when his balls were already so heavy that he had to spend a small fortune on repairing his casual wear. And yet, at the same time, there was that voice in the back of his head, the one that Rebecca was so good at singling out and feeding, that kept telling him that this is precisely why he should go further, because it wasn’t just about what he had then, it was about what he could have if only he were brave enough to take it for himself. After all, the only reason he wasn’t bigger was his own choice, wasn’t it? It was entirely up to him to decide whether or not his size should be improved.

Thoughts like those became more common as time went on and the two of them continued to live together, with Rebecca growing bolder still the more she noticed her partner wasn’t complaining as much about her trying to egg him on. For Andy, this meant an increase in teasing, a marked uptake in how grabby the vixen got, and one hell of a mental torture boost considering just how eager the fennec was to remind him that he could be so much bigger than he was already; it was every single day with her, unrelenting, to the point where he was genuinely impressed that she refused to let it go… impressed and slowly coming around to the exact same idea, for he could no longer deny that it was pulling him straight into places he wasn’t sure he should be in. Then again, he never put a stop to it; he could’ve told Rebecca to knock it off permanently at any point, and yet he never did, only requesting that she lay the subject to rest until “sometime later”, an expression that the vixen consistently interpreted as meaning “about thirty minutes”, if not even less time.

And still, he refused to put his foot down. Part of him adored the worship, the adoration, the constant reminder that he was, in fact, a god trapped in a mortal’s body, if only because he wouldn’t release his “true self” into the world; it made him feel powerful enough that the urge to just stop taking his meds became dangerously prominent in his mind, taking up more of his headspace in each day until he suddenly woke up one morning and found that his feet were significantly colder than they were supposed to be. He looked to the side and saw that Rebecca was still there, but she looked… smaller than him somehow, in a way he couldn’t really explain. It was only after he raised his head and rubbed the tiredness out of his ways that Andy saw his paws poking out the other end of the sheets, very clearly out in the open, letting him know that the bed was much too small for him.

This was obviously impossible, given that said bed had worked just fine up until then, and it took a bit more time and running through the previous night for the fox to remember that he had conveniently forgotten something of extreme importance: taking his damned medication. It felt so obvious that he almost started berating himself before remembering why it was that he had done it, which immediately flipped his disposition back to being so aroused that the fennec beside him was about to get one hell of a wake-up present once she came back to. Already he saw the sheets tenting where his shaft should be in that new body of his, mind assaulted by images of how he must look now that he had finally taken Rebecca’s advice and allowed himself to become a little more like his true form, like he should be, rather than holding himself back.

It felt so natural now that he’d actually done it; he spent years fretting over how terrible it must be to lose control, but now that it had happened, he realized how silly it was. He wasn’t losing control, he was gaining it back from his old self, from the ignorant Andy who believed himself the sole arbiter of size and mass. For so long he had repressed his dreams of becoming all that he could be, and for what? A misbegotten sense of duty towards a world that would be better served with his true self at its full potential lording over it? Perhaps a promise made to himself, back when he was a much different person than he was today? Whatever the case may be, it was a complete waste of time; after all, if he had to take medication to keep himself from growing, then clearly the medication was wrong, not him, and he should thus get rid of it. At least, that’s what his horned-up brain was telling him.

Having forgone the use of his containment meds, it didn’t take too long before this sudden state of heightened arousal began to feed back into his body, especially now that he was fully awake and in control of himself. It was one thing to accrue slow growth over the course of a night, as the chemicals washed out from his system and he had to make due with whatever dreams his mind conjured up, but now that he’d had the chance to detox naturally and was once more at the helm, it was a quick and easy step from just lying in bed wondering about how great it would be to be stroking himself at full mast, to just… well, doing it.

The sheets didn’t last for more than a couple of seconds by the time Andy set his mind to pleasuring himself, and from there to Rebecca being woken up was some indeterminate amount of time that the fox, being far too absorbed in his self-ministrations, lacked the mental capacity to determine. He didn’t even notice when the vixen climbed onto his chest, showering him with praise and telling him how glorious his new body was, how it was just the first step in his ascension towards divinity, and a whole bunch of other nonsense that he really didn’t have the time for; all he knew was that Rebecca was there, Rebecca was his love, and he himself was extremely horny, and as all these things were patently obvious, all it took was a whine and a quick shove for the fennec to get to work worshipping his new form.

Surprisingly, she decided not to go for his cock like she usually did, perhaps because Andy himself was already so busy with it. Instead, her attention was directed towards his paws, which by that point had begun growing with the rest of him to become as big as Rebecca’s entire torso; it was a bit of a fantasy come true for her, to be able to wrap her whole body around a single one of those things, doubly so considering she could then hold onto it and feel it grow into and onto her, the horny energy permeating every inch of Andy’s body feeding back into his inherent growth rate and causing what was, by all objective measure, a perfect hormonal storm. His brain was flooded with the happy juice, leaving the fox giant a complete mess of uncoordinated flailing that could only truly focus on one thing: his own pleasure. He didn’t think about his growth rates, he didn’t think about what was happening to the house around him after the bed cracked in half from his size burst, he certainly didn’t pay any heed to the panicked screaming coming from the people who worked at his estate. Why did it matter? He had himself, he had Rebecca, and the two of them had one another to share and be with for all of forever; what were a bunch of bricks compared to an eternity spent in one another’s arms?

Well, he thought that, but it was going to be hard to hold the vixen in his arms when his body was becoming as utterly gigantic as it was. Not a lot he could really do there, to be honest; given that his hands were working on their own to continuously keep his shaft fully turgid and Rebecca displayed some surprisingly wonderful flexibility as she dutifully doted upon his burgeoning paws, there was only one way for his body to go: outwards. Inches were added onto his frame with every heartbeat, his whole body seemingly pulsating every other second, before these were turned into feet, and then eventually yards. His room had already succumbed to his growth, one foot crashing through the wall into the hallway outside and the other utterly wrecking the attached bathroom, all while keeping Rebecca safe in their soft pads somehow. It wouldn’t take much more time before the rest of the mansion went much in the same way, given that the ceiling had already begun to crumble, the walls felt more like thin plaster than the thick stone that they were, and every motion of Andy’s, no matter how inconsequential, seemed to pack enough power to bring down whatever it bumped into.

And yet, he had never felt any better in his entire life. Screw the occasional bender or the weeks of hard partying that came with the obligatory substance abuse, this, this kind of sensory overload was what he truly lived for, even if he hadn’t known that until just then. That he had denied himself this experience until just this moment was nothing short of horrifying to him, as was the realization that he could’ve had years of it if only he hadn’t held himself back like the dumb idiot that he was. Truly, he was a god amongst lessers, and Rebecca had been the one to let him realize that… and now, everyone would see it.

It had taken Andy years to go from being regular-sized to the previously eight-and-a-half-foot giant that world grew to love and adore. It had taken him a single night to go from that to being bigger than his upscaled king-sized bed, and now? Now it had merely taken minutes before his entire house began to crumble around him. He couldn’t help himself, not when he had such a wonderful lover there to egg him on and let him know that what he was doing was more than just good, it was right; to have Rebecca there, worshipping his very form, kept in the safety of his paw pads as his whole form burst free from his mansion. He was a butterfly shedding its cocoon, never to think about it as it became a relic of times gone by, one destroyed wall and busted window at a time.

Outside, the fox’s staff were gathering in the emergency evacuation meet-up spot, not quite knowing how to react; should they call the police? Perhaps the manufacturer of the medication that their employer very clearly forgot to take? Even those who had been working there the longest and had the closest connection to Andy didn’t know what to do with what was going on, since at no point had they received training for what to do should the fox decide to let go of his sanity and embrace his wilder side. Thus, when they saw his head emerge from one side of the house, his feet from the other, and the roof being cleaved through by a shaft big enough to make everyone there blush, all they could really think to do… was run. Turn around and run as fast as they could towards the employee parking spaces, hoping they’d have enough time to start their cars and get the hell out of dodge before they were caught up in the giant’s explosive expansion; maybe, they thought to themselves, have enough of a headstart that they could warn the nearby city of what was headed their way.

They wouldn’t need to though. Their intentions might be good, but they were sadly lacking in one thing that made Andy so much more superior to them: sheer size. By the time the last car had cleared the front gate of the the fox’s property, the fox himself had already grown to encompass most of it, his body still visibly throbbing with each heartbeat, the thunderous sonic waves coursing through the air and very nearly rupturing the eardrums of anyone within a half-mile radius. It didn’t really matter how quickly the staff drove, nor how many red lights or traffic laws they ignored; they would barely be reaching the inner suburbs when Andy finally found it within himself to stand up, and seeing as his former manor had been built on an elevated location, this gave everyone that lived in that urban sprawl a perfect view of his body for who knows how far around.

Of course, he did make sure to lean down and pick Rebecca up before doing so; she might’ve been safe from walls being torn down, but the last thing he wanted to do was take a step and potentially squish her underfoot. Besides, there was a much better place for her to be: safely nestled on top of his cock, in between its leathery, veiny surface and his base, where she wouldn’t have to worry about being hurt by anything and could spend the rest of her days basking in the magnificence that was Andy’s shaft. The musk and scents, the tactile sensations, the sounds of all that precum being pumped through his system; that last one in particular was bound to cause some trouble, and the best kind of it as well, given just how horny the whole experience had left Andy. Him stroking himself certainly helped, and right as he got up and loomed over the world around him… it hit.

Hard to tell if it was a climax or several, because the intensity of it was so absurdly exaggerated compared to the usual fare that the fox giant very nearly fell back down after his legs began to quiver from the strain of holding him up mid-orgasm. His hands were still firmly on his shaft, allowing him to feel as it bulged out with each load that travelled down its full length, pressurized to such a degree that, despite his cock being about as long as his old property was wide, it still only took the same amount of time as before for the first ropes to blast outwards into the world. The main difference, of course, was that now he was painting entire neighborhoods in his thick, steamy spunk rather than just sheets or one of his lovers; now he was covering the literal world, as opposed to his figurative one in the fenned. Now he was finally imposing himself upon everything around him, and honestly?

It felt great.

So great in fact that he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and without even waiting for his climax to subside, he began walking forwards towards the downtown area of his neighboring city. Usually it took about fifteen minutes by car to get from his house to a proper parking space, but at his height, looking down at all the tiny little roofs underneath him and unable to even properly see individual people as anything other than small dots, he was sure it would take only a fraction of the usual time. After all, a single step and he had already cleared the way out of the “rich” area of the ‘burbs, in the process obliterating one of the worst looking mansions that had ever had the misfortune of being constructed; honestly, he was doing its owner a favour, the whole thing was far better off as a pile of rubble than whatever that awful architectural design was.

From there, well… simple enough to keep going. No one could stop him, nothing could stop him, and he had the whole world for the taking; better yet, he was still growing, and the fox highly doubted that he would actually stop at any point in the near future, given that he had years and years of backed-up growth to go through. Did it even work that way? If not, he would simply make it so; he had that power, seeing as he was that world’s new god after all. In between stomping his way through to the city’s center and occasionally glancing down to check of his consort Rebecca was still there where he had left her, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to remember a time in which he wasn’t this colossal behemoth of a vulpine, even if it had been just a few minutes prior. Why should he take up space in his brain with such petty trivialities when he had a whole world to conquer?

He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He had better things to worry about, liking bringing his paws down on unsuspecting city blocks and effortlessly flattening them as if the concrete was made out of dusty cardboard, like roaring at the top of his lungs with such intensity that he parted the clouds and shattered windows, like giving the whole world a bountiful repast of his spunk, that he may breed whoever might be remotely near him. All while still growing, always growing, never stopping, always accelerating.

Forever.