"Aaron, now see here," the fox says, trying to muster every ounce of courage he has. "If you keep growing...I don't know how I can keep taking care of you."
"But I like growing," Aaron says in an uncharacteristically whiny tone. On the one hand, this more innocent, kinder Aaron was the best thing to happen to Reed since Stan came into his life. On the other...
A drop of seed falls from a ceiling girder, directly onto Reed's head. Well, he'll be able to fix his hair now. But Sir and Madame Pennington, of the Pennington Industries Penningtons, a Duke and Dutchess of some far-flung tropical country...they're not going to tolerate a 20-foot tall son. Even if he does have a body like a mythical deity. Reed will be fired before he leaves the house, and probably dead before his footpads hit the street.
Aaron wipes some of his lion seed from Reed's head. Rather amusingly, he looks at the "drop" on his finger, and sticks the tip of his finger into his mouth. "Mmm! Reed, I taste pretty good!"
Reed's stomach lurches a little bit. It'll be a cold day in hell before he consumes any of Aaron's seed, amnesia or otherwise.
"Aaron, I'm serious." The little fox crosses his arms. "You eat enough food to feet a whole family. There's no toilets that would fit you. And you're stuck in here."
The lion chuckles as he flexes one of those massive tawny-furred arms. The vein riding over his peaking bicep was as big as a garden hose. "Well, I don't have to be stuck in here." Reed did not even want to consider the idea of Aaron going out for a stretch. For one, if the gym is missing a wall, the Pennington's will skin him and use his furry hide as a new trophy room rug. For two, any passerby who sees a 20-foot lion is not going to shrug that off and keep right on going, unless they've been eating shrooms.
Oh gosh, what if Aaron does need to go to the bathroom. Reed would rather not this place end up looking like the Augean stables.
"Aaron, please put me down," Reed pleads. He did not like feeling like a child's doll, especially when that child is Aaron Pennington.
Remarkably, Aaron puts on a guilty face as he adroitly sets Reed onto the floor. "Sorry Reed, I didn't mean to scare you." The hurt look on his face and the slight tilt of the head in shame...these are two things Reed Giles has never seen Aaron Pennington do in his life. It's hard to believe that this is the same guy who threatened to shove used condoms down the fox's throat if "Giles" ever dared to interrupt one of his bi-weekly romps.
The bravado and the condescension may be gone, but that narcissism is still there...kinda? Reed looks at Aaron, still looking sorry for his actions. Aaron with this new supersized, hulking body was more akin to a boy who just learned how to ride his new ten-speed bike, rather than just trying to show off how expensive it was. Aaron had a sense of wonder, in comparison to the jaded "true" Arron, who judges guys on their fuckability, even if they could rival him in douchebaggery.
"I accept your apology, Aaron. But you must behave. Your parents will be very upset if you wreck this gym, or hurt yourself, or me..." Reed wasn't 100% sure about that one. It wasn't that they hated them, but the Penningtons were...preoccupied with themselves, to put it politely.
"So what am I supposed to do, Reed?" Aaron says as he sits on the gym floor, spreading out legs as long as Reed.
"Oh, I'll bring a TV in here, I'll make you a nice snack, don't worry."
Aaron looks around the gym rather sullenly. "I don't think any of this stuff will give me much of a workout anymore."
"Oh, well Stan can probably come up with some things." Speaking of which, how fricking long could a phone call take? Maybe they were dispatching some of emergency response team to the Pennington Estate.
Off to the side, Reed notices one of several racks of weights. But unlike the others, this one showed heavy bowing on the top, as if something heavy had collapsed onto it. So this is what Aaron must've connected with when he was spent from the mother of all orgasms. Reed was never much of a guy for gyms, but if was the result, he would totally take Stan's advice and hit the weights more often.
But not even years in the gym and the finest supplements on the market could give him a body like Aaron's. The lion was now even bigger than the guys in the bodybuilder posters Aaron kept on his walls (for the motivation, and for the nights without company, Reed established). In a perfect world, Reed would get Aaron back down to his very buff 6'5" self, but with this more tolerable, even enjoyable personality.
Aaron takes another finger-load of his juices. Reed opens his mouth to say something, and then stops...meh, pick and choose your battles, his father always said. Though right now, he wished he had stayed with the lesbians, they may not have paid as much, but at least they didn't treat him like crap, hit on his boyfriend, and surge up to 20 feet on a moment's notice.
"Reed...you're not just staying here with me because you have to, are you?"
Well shit, Master P, it's not for the deep and engaging conversation. "I'm here because I care about you and I want to get you back to normal." Well, not really. Back down to normal size, but let's face it, once Aaron remembers the "Master Douche" quip, he'll be looking in the want ads again the following morning. Not to mention that Aaron always seems to be two small steps away from tying Stan up and spreading his ass-cheeks wide.
Okay, that thought made Reed a little angry. Yeah, Stan was a fine piece of ass. That wasn't why he was with Stan though. They connected, they understood and cared about each other. The ferret couldn't seem to catch a break, stuck being a personal trainer to the rich when he really wanted to run his own health club, but you know, baby steps. Reed only took up being a butler because he needed a way to pay the bills in between the short stories he sold to magazines. One day, he'd be a respected writer, he had over half his first novel written...but a guy needs to eat and have a roof over his head in the meanwhile.
Reed nearly lets off an audible sigh of relief as he hears Stan's footfalls, his ears twitching as the ferret draws near. It wasn't that being with this new Aaron was taxing, it was just worrying, and he couldn't find something to keep the big lion busy if there was no one else keeping an eye on him, and keeping his paws off of his mega-cock.
Stan waves to Aaron as he enters, and the lion eagerly waves back, his tail swishing excitedly. "Hi Stan!"
"Hey Aaron! Reed keeping you company?"
The lion nods. "Yup. But he said I have to be careful not to grow more."
The ferret's smile weakens a little bit. "Yeah, I'd trust Reed's judgment on this one. He's a smart guy."
Reed looks up at Stan expectantly. "So, what's the news?"
Stan makes a little bit of a frown as he responds.
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