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James McCloud thudded through his house, heavy, powerful footsteps making the hardwood floor creak in protest from his sheer weight. He scratched at his midsection, the hairy, distended thing unable to be completely covered by his stretched taut green shirt. Though it was to be expected. Clothing was at a premium when you were multiple hundreds of pounds heavy, and twice as tall as the average male.
The titan of a vulpine pulled his sunglasses from his face, revealing those striking green eyes as he made his way up a set of stairs. The reinforced wood creaked and groaned under his weight as he ascended, each step sounding like a miniature earthquake through the rest of the house. James tucked the sunglasses into the over stretched collar of his shirt, the thing sitting perfectly nestled between his heavily forested, swollen pectorals.
It was late, well past sunset as James made his way down the hallway, having to maneuver to make sure his oversized shoulders didn’t scrape the walls as he went.
Fox yawned, putting a paw to his mouth as he stretched on his bed, sprawling out. His ears twitched as he heard heavy thumping, the young vulpine poking his head up. Soft thunks turned to heavy earthquakes, shaking Fox slightly in his bed, causing knick-knacks across his room to vibrate on their shelves.
“‘Ey, Dad.” Fox said before the hulking figure even rounded the corner. James had to maneuver himself sideways to fit through the door to Fox’s room. Even then, it was still a squeeze, his monstrous pectorals, sizeable gut, and the back of his thick rear getting caught against the doorframe.
“Hey, Son!” James's deep baritone rumbled, sending a shiver down the smaller Fox’s spine.
Fox attempted to hide the flush of crimson spreading over his face, ears folding back at the deep sound of that voice. “W-what’s up?” His voice coming out more like a squeak than he wanted, ears folding back a little harder as his blush burned hotter.
James made his way over to his son’s bed, the younger vulpine having to scrabble out of the way as his oversized, meaty rear came down onto the mattress. Fox was forced to practically climb on top of his father as the older male took up an obscene amount of space on his modest bed. “Jus’ wanted to say g’night to my boy.” His deep voice rumbled, a grin adorning James’s features. “You’re 18 and goin’ off to the academy soon, and... “ He paused, a sentimental expression crossing his heavily masculine features. “Well, we won’t be able to spend much time together.”
Fox practically rolled onto his father’s lap, his lithe body laying over top of that partly exposed, hairy midsection the older vulpine sported. He tried his best to bite back a groan as he sank slightly into the musky, hairy forest adorning that round midsection. “W-w-well… I auh…” Fox stammered, hoping his voice wasn’t doing a stellar job giving away his feelings as he thought. Truth be told, James’s body turned on the poor younger vulpine like no other. All of that mass, the musk, the size, just how hairy he was. It was everything that turned poor Fox on. And the worst part was that it was his father.
“Hahaha! You’re nervous about your first day, aren’t you?” James rumbled out with a deep laugh, his bassy voice shaking the walls, and Fox to the core. It seemed he managed to remain completely oblivious to Fox’s feelings, luckily for the younger male. One of those massive grabbers went down, nearly engulfing Fox’s head. Those hands were barely contained by a straining pair of fingerless gloves, the leather creaking with every flex of those fat, powerful digits.
Fox couldn’t help but moan slightly as those digits scratched through his hair and around behind his ears. Just one of those digits would be enough to fill his mouth - and yet he had a whole set sliding over his head. His jaw clenched as he tried not to unbelt too much noise as those meaty digits scratched and worked through his hair.
“It’s alright, Son. I was nervous my first day too.” He laughed, his swollen pectorals shaking from under his taut green shirt, the fabric popping slightly as seams pulled from strain. James lifted his son up gently, sliding him so he lazed back over his swollen bean-bag-like midsection, a hulking arm looping around, squeezing the younger male to him.
“I-it’s just that -” Fox started before going silent, a massive bicep pushing right up against his face. His eyes rolled back in his head as he was squeezed against the oversized torso of that older vulpine. He couldn’t help himself as his shorts bulged, a hardon quickly asserting itself despite his best efforts. It took almost all the willpower that Fox possessed to keep from making out with the split peak his face was pushed against. His mouth was in the perfect position too, just one flick of his tongue would run that appendage between the deep split between those peaks.
“Gonna miss your Pops, huh?” James rumbled out with a grin, attempting to peek over his swollen, shelf-like pectorals. Unfortunately, those heaving, carpeted planetoids were too large to see past, and probably for the better - at least for Fox. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your bed warm for you.” James rumbled with that bassy tone, his choice of words making his poor offspring twitch.
Fox whined as his ears flattened against his skull. He squirmed under his father’s grip, his arms looping around his forearm as he was tugged back closer against those swollen, musky pectorals. The back of his head grazed over a fat nipple, the thing sticking out proudly even from under the taut fabric of the older male’s shirt. His face flushed a harder red as he had to resist the urge to turn around and wrap his mouth around that nub, the younger vulpine maneuvering his hips to try to avoid grazing his father with his obscenely stretched crotch.
“Figured I could stay here a while. Calm your nerves y'know?” James's impossibly deep voice rumbled as he smiled at his offspring. “Remember when you were a kit? I used to let you lay on me until you fell asleep.” The elder McCloud rumbled with a grin, leaning back, his massive back grazing the wall as the bed creaked in protest.
Fox's ears flattened against his head as his hulking father spoke. Oh boy, did he remember alright. Little did his progenitor know, he was actually the cause of the smaller male's sexual awakening in his formative years. Fox squirmed, biting his lower lip, practically begging for his crotch to stop swelling. It was going to be a while until he’d be able to fall asleep. But he knew that’d be the only thing that’d satisfy his father. It always was when he was in that mood.
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Jame’s ears twitched as he heard soft snoring, a grin spreading across his heavily masculine features as he listened to that sound. “Sounds like someone’s asleep...” His deep voice mused quietly as he leaned, his massive back pressing against the wall on the other side of the bed, making it groan from the strain of his impossibly heavy weight.
However, he couldn’t help but twitch slightly as his stomach let out a loud gurgle, the elder McCloud clenching his jaw, hoping the sudden, and rather loud sound wouldn’t wake up the snoozing kit nestled over his heaving, hulking torso. He huffed under his breath as he bit his lower lip, his jutting, rounded middle continuing to gurgle almost angrily. ...Maybe it was something he ate. Either way, things were getting uncomfortable quickly as sweat started to bead over his forehead, earthy, musky scent starting to waft from his hulking form.
“Ohhhhgg..” James groaned out quietly as his stomach started to growl and gurgle, the thing growing more taut as it almost seemed to expand. His shirt hiked up further, being forced up by his swelling middle. Those meaty, hairy thighs he sported shifted, the older vulpine trying to be as gentle as possible as he made room for his expanding middle.
Even though he didn’t want to admit it - the feeling was getting to him, and in all the right ways. As much as he tried to stop it, he couldn’t help it as his massive member started to swell to life, the oversized jutting package in the front of his pants starting to strain as that anaconda swelled and throbbed. “N-nooo… I… I can’t wake him..” James thought to himself as he clenched his heavily muscled jaw, his vivid green eyes threatening to roll back in his head as his gut surged even larger, tearing the sides of his shirt loudly.
It wasn’t even just his gut that was growing anymore. His tongue lolled out of his maw as he let out a strained moan, his pectorals swelling under his taut shirt, spreading the front of it open as hairy dad-pecs bloated out of that opening. That gut gurgled loudly, constantly churning and swelling, seeming to be the source of all the older vulpine’s problems as he continued to grow larger and larger. Musky sweat seemed to drip from his engorging form at this point, soaking through his clothes, and even onto the snoozing Fox. “Dang-!” He thought, clenching his jaw as he tried to reach around and grab at the younger male, hoping he could pull him out from his growing embrace.
However, that proved futile as his arms suddenly swelled like meaty, hairy balloons. His sleeves tore open as massive split peak biceps pushed out, delts growing into massive cannonballs as his triceps flared into hanging horseshoes. That deep voice moaned as those biceps slammed into his chest, pushing his fat hubcap nipples around, such was the sheer size of those limbs now. It looked like reaching Fox was an impossibility at this point.
The younger male snoozed softly, drooling a tad as he nuzzled his face between those pectorals, nose pushing through the dense, musky chest hair. Those lithe arms reached up, sliding over those pectorals, squeezing as he leaned back, his rear pushing against the jutting crotch bulge his father sported.
“K-keep it together, James..-!” The older male grunted out quietly, biting his lower lip from the extra stimulation the sleeping kit was giving him. However, staying quiet was something that was rapidly sliding out of the massive male’s reach. And that was without his deep moaning voice. Clothes split all over him, thighs engorging as thick teardrop shaped quads bust out of the seams of those forest green slacks.
His neck bulged, growing thicker and thicker, fat veins racing up the sides of that monstrously large pillar, his signature scarf having tightened to near choking levels before simply being torn off by the expanding pylon of masculinity. Speaking of growing, his moans grew deeper and deeper, dropping multiple octaves as that neck expanded, thick traps humping up, destroying what was left of the shoulders of his undershirt and jacket, joining to form a titanic mountain range alongside his obscenely large delts.
James couldn’t help it as he let out a lewd moan, an unexpected shock of pleasure shaking up his spine as he clenched his swelling bod. Apparently Fox’s muzzle had found its way under his father’s shirt, his mouth having found one of his fat obsidian nipples, deciding to slurp and bite down over it almost needingly. “S-Son..??” He gasped, his chest swelling out larger, those mantits bulging further away from the rest of his torso with every breath. Even through the pleasured haze of growing larger, he was confused with his son’s behavior. ...Maybe he was dreaming? Maybe he missed his mother and was somehow dreaming about when he was still breastfeeding? Either way, it made the older McCloud’s face redden.
Fox moaned softly in his sleep, grinding his trapped erection against his father’s massive middle, his crotch sinking into that navel as he nuzzled his face deeper into those swollen pectorals, padded nose sifting through that dense chest hair.
A loud tear echoed through Fox’s room, Jame’s eyes rolling up in his head as he couldn’t contain it anymore. His massive shaft tore from the front of his pants, having partook in his growth spurt as well, the head of it splurting and oozing copious amounts of precum, making a mess over the floor before it arched up dramatically, slapping between his pectorals. The end of that titanic, vein webbed anaconda pulsed, getting stuck between his swollen pecs, splurting and oozing between them. The younger vulpine didn’t seem to mind in his sleep, his rear actually hiking a bit as it ground against that shaft, sending shocks of pleasure up James’s already tortured spine.
“Hoooohhhggghh…-!” James moaned out as his sunglasses tumbled from his engorging torso. Just about every shred of clothing had torn of off of him at this point, his once taut attire nothing but a shredded mess now. Even his hands and feet were growing thicker, growth forcing down his limbs. His feet swelled, growing thicker and more packed with padded muscle as his boots groaned and strained to contain those powerful stompers. Those calves practically exploded with raw muscle, growing almost as thick as his thighs as they pushed further and further out the back, practically hanging as it split the tops of his combat boots completely open.
His hands flexed as he raised those arms, twitching as his oversized split-peak biceps ground against his fat, over-swollen nipples. His watch band strained as more bulk was forced down into his hairy forearms, unable to withstand the pressure as that timepiece practically went blasting off of his wrist. Even his fingerless gloves couldn’t handle the pressure of a swelling dad-hulk, his fingers growing fatter with muscle, palms engorging as those meaty man-grabbers started swelling and bulking larger. The gloves split open loudly, tearing along the fingers, seams splitting open as those massive paws forced their way out of that leather prison proudly.
Meanwhile Fox groaned in his sleep, moaning softly as his rock hard member had somehow managed to dislodge itself from his shorts, pushing along that hairy gut before sinking into that almost voracious navel his titan of a father sported. His hips bounced, grinding his rear back against that meaty cock, tail wrapping around it to an extent as he huffed, hands clumsily sliding through James’s dense chest hair until he found those fat nipples. His fingers couldn’t even fully wrap around those swollen obsidian nubs, the things acting like oversized handholds as the younger vulpine tugged and pulled on them. ...He must have been having one hell of a dream.
James, however, was caught between a waking nightmare and some of the most overwhelming pleasure he’d ever experienced in his life. His overgrown midsection continued to gurgle angrily, growing larger, forcing his son harder against his hyper sized, and still growing member as he splurted and sprayed precum all over his own chest and reddened face. “Ohhffuuck.. M-make it sss...stoopp…” His deepened voice moaned out as he rolled his head back. ...As much as he could anyway, with massive engorged traps keeping his head practically wedged in place. The same could be said for those titanic pectorals, those swollen, hanging planetoids practically kept his masculine, jutting cleft chin locked in place, surrounded by all that bulk.
The younger vulpine moaned out in his sleep, panting as he squeezed harder on those fat nipples his father sported, grappling and tugging those fat nubs, making the sensitive flesh stretch torturingly. His hips twitched as the sleeping vulpine slapped them against that rounded middle, causing it to ripple alluringly with every lewd plap against the older fox’s distended midsection.
Those swollen black hubcaps that hung under that shelf of pectorals James called a chest practically swelled from all the attention of his kit. James bit his lower lip hard as those nubs actually started to ooze a tad, his pecs swelling harder up against his burly, bearded chin. “HHnnnooHhhgghh-!” He groaned, rocking his hips hard as his cock pushed deeper between those expanding globes, precum splattering his trapped chin, making a sticky mess in the musky hirsute between those manly mounds.
At this point, the bed had completely had enough of the pair’s shenanigans. It collapsed with a muted ‘whud’, shaking the floor as the wooden frame completely splintered. James couldn’t help but clench his oversized jaw, hoping in the back of his pleasure addled mind that it didn’t wake up his son. What would Fox say if he woke up to his father like this? Far larger than his usual self, oozing practically everywhere - AND with his smaller self completely wedged in his horned up father’s embrace.
Luckily, that wasn’t the case. Fox only grunted in his sleep, seemingly preoccupied with thrusting his hips, his swollen, throbbing member still snugged tightly into James’s fuzzy void of a navel. Whatever the case was, it seemed he was getting pretty worked up, his hands grabbing hard onto James’s oozing nipples as he pulled his hips back, slamming them into that gut, making it wobble and shake.
James on the other hand couldn’t contain his moans, every slap from his son’s hips sending a wave of pleasure through his body. And that wave wasn’t just pleasure either. Every slap made his stomach gurgle and groan, his body swelling larger as his midsection rumbled and bulged, growing tighter as his pelt stretched. “HUUUhhhfff-! HUnngghrr-! I… C-can’t.. S-stoppp...” the older vulpine moaned out pathetically, his eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn’t take it it anymore. He reached out with his massive man-paws, grabbing at his member, squeezing around it, a hand on either side of it. Even with all the increase in size of those meaty man-hands, he still couldn’t reach all the way around it with the two of them. He didn’t care however. His base instincts only wanted to get off, the pleasure overwhelming the rational part of the older vulpine’s brain as he feverishly jerked his hyper sized pillar of an anaconda.
The head of that cock had popped out of those hairy, swollen pectorals. A thick jet of precum shot out of that head, hitting the ceiling before spraying down onto James’s reddened face. He didn’t even try to hold himself back at this point, opening his maw as he tasted that salty liquid, tongue out as he panted heavily, breath coming out in steamy clouds as he rocked his hips hard.
Fox’s voice whined from between a swollen, fat, veiny member and a bulging, rounded, hairy midsection. Apparently he was dislodged from that navel at some point, having been turned around. However, the sleeping vulpine didn’t waste any time wrapping his arms and legs around the sides of that swollen member, grinding himself and his own erection against it. To make matters worse, he was lapping over that throbbing erection, his tongue slathering over a thick vein in particular. It was was as thick as Fox’s forearm - maybe even larger, the thing pulsating along with the rest of that achingly hard shaft.
James couldn’t take it anymore. His titanic body writhed, muscle grinding against packed muscle if it wasn’t already pressing against a swollen gut or junk. Musky sweat dripped from his form, the sheer amount of testosterone flowing through his body causing his already hairy bod to step it up, dense rough hirsute having engulfed nearly the entirety of his god-like form. The older McCloud let out a deep moaning bellow, his voice shaking the walls as he thrust his hips up one last time.
He came.
Thick jets of cum blasted out of the head of that cock like a broken fire hydrant. The sheer volume of cum that his over-swollen balls were forcing through that cock made his urethra bulge obscenely. The sheer pressure not only caused his load to hit the ceiling, but to crash straight through it, sending plaster everywhere. James howled and panted, sounding more beast than man as he writhed, reaching up, grabbing at the wall with his massive hands, fingers tearing straight through the drywall as he rolled backwards, crashing through into the next room, the wall unable to take the increased weight any longer.
Fox cried out as well, his high pitched voice whining and panting as he came, his own copious orgasm splattered all over his stomach and chest, making a mess over that larger-than-him shaft as well, his body shaking as he clung to his father’s cock.
The cacophony of moaning McClouds seemed to go on for minutes.
Eventually, it came to a stop. James panted, his massive chest heaving, fat obsidian nipples oozing along with the head of that cock, his member having flopped over those sweat and cum slicked pectorals. “Huuughhhrr… Hooghh… Hooo… boy…” He mumbled under his breath, his voice like a foghorn with his newly engorged pillar of a neck. With a fair bit of effort, due to the sheer size of his gut grinding against his massive meaty thighs and pecs, he managed to sit back up, plaster and drywall tumbling from his titanic wrecking-ball delts.
Jame’s ears perked as he heard a soft high pitched sigh coming from under his swollen, hairy pec-shelf. His face reddened as he bit his lower lip, preparing himself to explain the mess and everything that had happened to his kit. However, it never happened, ear twitching as he heard soft snoring instead.
He couldn’t help but let out a relieved exhale.
The hulking dad couldn’t even reach in and stroke through his son’s hair, such was the sheer size of his titanic bulk. Biceps ground against his pectorals, bending his fat obsidian nipples, sending a lewd moan through his swollen bull-neck. He couldn’t help but let out a soft huff, just letting his son hug onto his extremely distended beachball of a stomach as he slept quietly. James raised one of those massively overdeveloped arms up, bringing one of those larger-than-his-head hands up. With a good deal of effort, with biceps fighting against pectorals and traps, he barely managed to get the tips of those brutish digits to slide through mullet-worth of hair.
“...I’m going to have to do some serious explaining.” He groaned to himself as he was barely able to shake his head, heavily bearded jaw practically trapped between pectorals as traps threatened to engulf the rest.
At least he managed to get Fox to sleep, right?