"Before, you grew when you pleasured your cock..." Reed blurts, his words tiny and insignificant next to the titan of a lion. The little fox whimpered as he sees Aaron's arm jerk the length of his immeasurably large shaft as best he could; arm, chest and back all fighting for space, all angrily pumping blood to simply just move. "But you shouldn't do it now!" Reed's desperate, he cannot afford to have an even larger Aaron around, it's going to be hell already keeping this from Sir and Madame Pennington. The fox shudders at the though of trying to hide an even more colossal beast.
"Mmph, why not?" Aaron asks, his hot breath growing ragged as he enjoys the feeling of rubbing his rod as best he can, the lion's poor sheath stretched to its limits, the girth Aaron was recently gifted with is phenomenal. "Oooh," the great beast growled as an unbelievable amount of translucent liquid splashed out of the lion's tip, coating the room in even more of his musky scent. Reed just felt his jaw go slack, his eyes tracing the trajectory of Aaron's shot, the force large enough to produce an arc, a stream of pre that lasted for over three seconds. "Oh man, Reed, did that look as awesome as it felt?" Aaron asks playfully, the huge lion trying his damnedest to tweak his nipple with his free hand, having incredible difficulty even just rubbing his hand over the tip.
"Aaron! Master Pennington, please!" Reed blurts, trying to get the giant's attention away from that cock that could probably weigh as much as he does.
"Master Pennington?" the lion chuckles. "That's a funny nickname to call your boyfriend." The lion has a big goofy grin on, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
"Boyfriend?!" Reed blurts. Reed actually steps down the stepladder and covers his mouth, a laugh building in his throat. Really, a spoiled bratty freak like Aaron could possibly think they could ever, in any subset of theoretically infinite universes, be boyfriends?
Aaron stops rubbing his shaft, the length still bobbing up and down, lurching uncontrollably with his heartbeat, but the look of bliss on the lion's face is gone. In its stead is a look of pain, hurt, confusion. The only sound in the rather stifling still air is Aaron's heavy breathing and the punctuated laughter coming out of Reed's mouth.
"We're not boyfriends?" Aaron asks meekly, his deep voice surprisingly mousy.
Reed calms himself down and looks up to see the deflated look on Aaron's face. A part of him inside says, "Good, I hope it stings." And another feels bad, this new Aaron is confused, waking up in body he didn't even know he had. Reed sighs and takes the step ladder so he can sit in front of Aaron without having to get his trousers messed up in the mire of coagulating semen that covered the floor.
"No, Aaron, we're not," the fox says calmly.
"I'm sorry," the lion says, attempting to put his hand behind his head, only to find out that his arm is just too big for him to reach that far back. He stops after the second attempt. The big lion looks down, probably into the crease of his chest, seeing as how he can't look over them. "It's just... you stuck around after Stan had left. And you've been so nice to me. I thought, maybe you were my brother, or maybe you were... my boyfriend."
Reed sighs and looks to his side. Yes, the new Aaron is definitely confused; gentler and kinder... but still not the Aaron he knows, the Aaron he needs to come back before his parents find out. The fox looks back at the saddened lion and sighs. He puts forth a paw and holds onto Aaron's huge knuckles, his palm barely able to contain the thing. "Look Aaron..." You fox looks up, not at the lion's face, but just at the ceiling, wondering if he should really do this. "I'm just your butler. It's my job to take care of you." Well, there goes his chances of ever getting the lion to do things for him.
"Oh," the lion mutters. "Uh... yeah, I guess I shoulda thought of that too."
"Hey, Aaron. If it makes you feel any better, you're the best guy I've ever worked for," the fox says. Reed bites his lip a bit. Not a total fib... Reed's first job was with a family with two lesbian moms and two girls. So technically, Aaron is the best guy. If he said he enjoyed working for him, well, then that'd be a lie.
"Really?" the lion says, his ears perking up.
"Really," the fox replies, a faint smile of his own.
"Cool," Aaron mutters. "So, butler, eh? What kind of things did I make you do?"
"Oh, you know. The regular butler-y stuff, like, dressing you, giving you your face cloth, pre-chewing your food..." Reed chuckles. And there it is, Reed can see the gleam of white in Aaron's teeth.
"You don't really chew my food do ya?" the lion chuckles back. Reed's taken aback, he's seen Aaron smile so many times; a naughty smile when he flexes for himself, thinking that he's the greatest stud in the world; a sultry smile when he tries to woo Stan and pretty much anyone he'd like to fuck, a forced smile when he's in public with Sir and Madame... but never a genuine smile like this, never truly amused.
"So... I'm guessing we're friends, then?" Aaron asks.
"Yeah, we are," the fox replies with an air of confidence. Again, not a lie. Reed decided that, yes, he could be friends with Aaron. The new Aaron that is. If he meant the Aaron Aaron, then hell no, no way, not ever.
"Cool," the lion says with a blush. "So, uh, Reed. Am I single?"
"Yes..." the fox replies... Reed would've liked to have added, 'but you've also slept with half a dozen different men within the last month, and you constantly hit on my boyfriend,' but that would've been inappropriate.
The lion pauses. "Um... What about you?"
"Um... I'm not comfortable answering that," Reed says. Oh boy.
***
"Oh thank God, you're back," Reed sighs with relief as he walks up to Stan, the big ferret slightly damp from working out all day with various clients. The fox hugs Stan like he's missed the guy for decades.
"How's he coming?" Stan asks.
Reed let's out an extended long sigh. He tells Stan about how he had to clean the lion up, which took an inordinately long time. He tells the ferret about how he had to cook an incredible amount of food just to feed the guy, a veritable banquet for an entire family. And after all that? He had to go out and buy sixteen mattresses just so Aaron could lie down, two by two and four mattresses high, just to fix his colossal body and provide enough support for his overgrown body; converting half the home gym into Aaron's temporary room.
"I need to lie down," Reed huffs, sitting down on a rather plush sofa. Stan comes behind him and massages his back, the delightful cracking of bones setting into place. "Thanks, babe," Reed purrs.
"You're welcome," Stan coos, kissing the fox on the cheek from behind.
"You know, I think... I think Aaron's attracted to me," Reed says.
"Really? Is that why you're now on a first name basis with him?" the ferret asks, pulling back.
"Oh piss off! It doesn't mean anything!" the fox chuckles. His cheery mood drops slightly. "He doesn't recognize me as Giles, the shrimpy butler. I mean, he blushes whenever I look at him, sometimes he even flexes for me. It makes me wonder... if he ever saw me like that before."
"Well, aren't you glad he didn't? Means we'd never have been together. I mean, hell, you think I could compete with that thing?" the ferret jokes. "Besides, where is the big guy anyways, did you manage to get anything out of him?"
"He's in the gym, don't really know how to get him through the door back out into the mansion without completely destroying half the building... And nope, he's clueless. All he knows is that he really likes his huge body and that he gets all tingly when he starts jerking off."
"Well... has he jerked off?" Stan asks nervously.
Reed's eyes open wide, realizing he hasn't checked on Aaron in the past half hour... it might not seem like a lot of time, but who knows what the huge lion would do. The fox gets up and begins to walk quickly, then jog and then rushes the door to the home gym.
The fox and ferret stumble their way into the home gym. Reed's ears flatten at what he sees. There on the centre of the mattresses is Aaron, the hulk of a lion stroking his god-like cock, pre smeared across the room in ribbons that look like someone had already shot a load.
"No no no, Aaron! Aaron, stop!" Reed cries, running up to the masturbating lion.
"Oooooh," the lion moans. "It feels... really good, Reed." Aaron has a look of sheer bliss on his face. "It's starting to get kinda... warm again." Reed has to step back as another wave of pre gushes out. The way Aaron's dick is flexing on its own, twitching with unrivalled power. He's close, they're too late to stop it.
"Hnngh!" Aaron growls. Stan watches as Aaron's titanic nutsack pulls up. He's ready. Stan runs up to Reed and pulls the fox by the collar away from the beast that's about to blow. And blow he did. It took an impressive four seconds after the shaft seized up before the jet was ejected, the white goo pushed out with such great volume it could fill an entire pitcher with just one ribbon. And from the looks of it, the lion's just starting.
"YES!" Aaron bellows. The lion can feel it! He's growing! However, as the wonderful feeling of his expansion settles in, something else crucial happens:
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