Shoop turns out I quietly can knock out commissions here and there. Who knew!

This time around we have something sizable and silly for  egk2!

Andy, a rather fortunate fox in possession of a pair of incredible magical artifacts, finds himself at an impasse. Which one will he wear and submit himself to? What phenomenal cosmic powers shall he bask in for the evening? ...Both? Both. Both is good. Surely no shenanigans or uncontrolled growth will result from this.

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Transformative Trials
By: RaddaRaem
For: Egk2


Hands held out before him with palms upturned, Andy gazed at the magical amulets sinking into the wrinkled folds of his black gloved palms. Power... tantalizing, transformative, and tasted many a time before, beckoned him.

Licking his lips, and heart pounding with anticipation, the fox had no qualms whatsoever with giving himself over to their thrall. Yet... he found himself at an impasse. Expression wavering, Andy whined as he sank back into the cushioning of his couch and impotently kicked his legs. Never before had he been forced to choose between them! Never before had he been called upon to judge, much less declare, a victor in their competing duet. On the one hand, or more specifically, his left hand...

The fox's fluffy fingers gently squeezed against the rigid and angular shapes of the laminated, yet pleasantly scented, plastic tree. With a roll of his eyes he playfully snorted. So maybe 'amulet' was a stretch. The enchanted air freshener certainly didn’t look the part. Yet when worn it utterly transformed the wearer! That's what matters at the end of the day, right? The magic and mayhem and more?

Drool trickled out from between Andy's lips as he bashfully, and rather fondly, recalled shapeshifting into an unrecognizably corpulent skunk upon donning it. While the extra fluff and prodigious tail were appealing in their own rights what kept him coming back was the fact that every meal, however trite or uninspired, tasted of ambrosia in that form. No matter how many times he transformed the ecstasy and euphoria that accompanied each and every sumptuous snack never dulled or waned.

It was no surprise then that whenever he excitedly transformed the newly christened skunkfox would, without fail, gorge himself to near bursting. No fridge, no freezer, no restaurant, and no grocery store was safe from his appetite! Without fail and without exception every iota of food in Andy's vicinity would find itself emptied into his growing and gurgling gut.

Shivering with excitement Andy curled his toes with glee at the thought of his thighs becoming beyond thunderous once more. The sensation of tens if not hundreds of thousands of calories pouring onto his frame in short order was simply unmatched. Gods... and how could he forget the simple sensation of overflowing his clothes. The low creak of his shorts slowly splitting down his cheeks before rupturing apart in a fireworks display of denim and polyester and the chafing sensation of shredded clothes pooling around his ankles simply could not be beat!

The fox cupped the air freshener close to his bosom as his tail furiously wigged and wagged. He could go on and on and ...oh who was he kidding. He would go on and on! Stamping his feet, Andy blepped and furiously wiggled at the thought of his audibly creaking gut triumphantly and explosively bursting apart any and every belt and flimsy attempt to contain his waistline! Woof and he would be remiss to overlook the intoxicating satisfaction of feeling his shirt rise along his gut, cupping form fittingly to his heaving chest, before tearing apart at the neck and sliding off his swollen shoulders.

With a shake of his head, and a bashful cough, Andy dutifully turned his gaze towards the remaining amulet. It was only fair he gave the other contender to the throne a fair shake. Ahem. Whereas on the other, or in this case, his right hand...

The fox's digits reverently brushed over the silver crescent moon, polished to perfection, that drank in the very warmth from his fingers. Inlaid with brilliant sapphire shards, whose enchanting allure he was not ashamed to admit to having fallen prey to, it not only looked but played the part of a proper amulet! The instant the dark silver choker clasped around his neck his body would violently bulge and bloat outward as a taste of monstrous, otherworldly, and undeniably lycanthropic strength rearranged his mortal frame.

Head tossed back, brown hair pooling around his shoulders, Andy cupped the crescent moon close to his chest. Even when not worn he could feel a cold fire nipping at and weaving its way between his ribs. Nostrils flared, the vulpine drew in deep of the brisk air wafting in through his cracked open windows. The beginnings of snaggle teeth poked between his lips as Andy's inhales and exhales came to reverberate and shake his home off its very foundations.

GRMMMMMMBLE

With every rumbling breath, flakes of paint and drywall starting to pop off the walls and ceiling, muted cracks emanated out from his torso. As but a taste of the pendants powers seeped into him Andy's petite pectorals spread apart and thickened with thin yet firm layers of muscle. The fox's toes, chafing against one another as they started to swell, effortlessly rent apart the carpet fibers at his feet every time he so much as splayed or curled them. Whereas the skunky transformation let him drown himself in perilously plush warmth and hedonistic comfort... the werefox transformation afforded him an opportunity to know what it was like to be too big, too much, for the very world around him.

His tastebuds tingled at the memory of moonlight, chilled and condensed, that danced along his tongue with every transformation. It was enervating to feel it trickle down his throat, crisp and refreshing, knowing what came next. In fits and spurts his body, blazing with a fiery warmth, would predictably billow thick with muscle. So much so that even when hunched over his back brushed against the buckling ceiling. His shoulders, even when bunched together, would pop entire door frames out of their mooring. The roads and sidewalks casually buckled beneath paws that could smother entire cars whenever he rose to a proper stand!

Andy bit down on his lip and stifled a giggle. Oh how it felt to be eye level with the street lights and for the gently sloping roofs of his neighbors' homes to only come up to his waist! His heart pitter pattered as he recalled the sight of the cul de sac, both familiar and alien at such great heights, shrinking before him as he gorged himself on moonlight. It was just so freeing, so out and out fun, lumbering across the land in an instant!

Granted... the crescent moon amulet came with a caveat that the air freshener did not. Its potency, for good and for ill, exponentially waxed and waned with the very moon itself. He could indulge himself with it every day of the month if he wanted to, certainly, but there was only one day, one night, that truly mattered. Siiiiiigh. Andy's ears drooped at the, how to say, whelming if barely noticeable transformations that resulted when he neglected to take the lunar calendar into account.

Harrumph. The fox's emerald eyes swiveled towards the cracked open blinds gently rocking back and forth before his window. His brows furrowed as he focused on the celestial body barely visible through the slats. Could it be...? Yes! YES! Phew! He need not fear repeating that mistake for tonight was, as luck would have it, the night of the full moon!

Rising to his feet, paws excitedly stamping against his living room carpet, the would be werefox stifled an excited awoo. Every night was a good night to be skunkfox but tonight was THE night to let loose with a little lycanthropy!

Right? Right! ...Right?

Cheeks puffed out, Andy clasped both amulets to the sides of his head and impotently whined. Gahhh how was he supposed to choose!? He loved them both he couldn't possibly play favorites! Why couldn't they decide for him!?

The vulpine's ears perked up as a thought occurred to him. Wait. Pulling both the air freshener and crescent moon away from his ruffled cheeks Andy hummed curiously.

...Maybe they could?

Holding his breath, Andy fidgeted and flicked open the chokers for both amulets. Cupping them against his neck, the fox trembled with uncertainty. Surely one magical artifact would overpower the other and the decision would simply be made for him! That would be that! Maybe. Probably. ...Hopefully? C-come to think of it he had never dreamed of donning both at the same time. Surely nothing untoward or unexpected would come of-

BWOOOMPH

Yelping, Andy flailed back onto his couch as his center of gravity abruptly shifted. His once trim stomach, flat and fluffy, gurgled and ominously churned as his shorts clasped painfully tight to his ballooning waistline. So the skunkfox won out? Not the outcome he would have expected but not like he was complain-

BOOOOORF

A mixture of a bark, and a house flattening belch, erupted from the fox's rippling lips as his limbs elongated. Andy's plump toes, swelling ever rounder by the second, struggled to so much as twiddle while pronounced and monstrous nails extended from them. Couch crunching to splinters beneath his toned toosh the fox could but silently watch as his broad heels carved through the carpet, and the foundation beneath it, before crashing against the far wall.

Clawed hands resting atop his spherical gut, gurgling and growing even still, Andy winced as wild bangs of hair pooled along his shoulders and draped over his eyes. A-a-alright so the werefox was just a bit of a late bloomer! No shame in that!

BABABWOOOMPH

The fox's shoulders, audibly popping as they overinflated with defined mountains of muscle, simply melted away into fields of flab that melded seamlessly into his neck. Grunts catering in octave, Andy erfed as his body wildly lurched back and forth between power and pudge.

BWORF

Blinking blearily, Andy groaned as his distinctly werefox head punched through the roof of his home. Shingles wrapped around his bulging neck like a collar before sliding off his chiseled shoulders in waves. Neither amulet, now practically embedded into his sternum, would yield.

FWOOOMPH

Skunky stripes, fading in and out of focus, streaked along Andy's tail as the werefox spilled out wide as he was tall. The walls of his home simply crumbled into clouds of concrete and insulation as his fat feet, thighs, belly, and bountiful behind bulldozed them aside.

BAWOOOOORF

"A-a-anytime now..." Andy unconvincingly repeated to himself as he stepped out of the ruins of his home. His werefoxy form, snaggletoothed and ferocious in appearance, loomed large as the now eye-level street lights running past his home flickered every time he so much as shifted his weight.

BADOOOMP

"T-there's plenty of me to go around you two!" Andy whined as he cupped his pectorals err... moobs together and clapped the pendants flat between them.

AROOOOOO

"Maybe too much..." Andy nervously chuckled as he swelled onwards, upwards, and outwards as the once stoic and stalwart street lights that scraped against the sky now struggled to brush against his navel.

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GRMMMMMMBLE

Lips wavering, the wumbo werefox kneaded his mega massive hands along his protruding gut. The amulets, much to Andy's relief, had reached a stalemate of sorts. While the crescent moon had emerged victorious in laying claim to his physical appearance and stature the air freshener ultimately came to command his body's portly proportions and-

GRNNNNNNNNN

...And appetite. The plush werefox gingerly pleaded with his starving stomach to hold out just a little bit longer as he stomped through the cul de sac.

GROOOOOOOAR

"I heard you the first time!" Andy pouted. "Just a little longer. That's all I ask for..." he asked of it. Fissures cascaded out from the beneath the towering vulpine's thick feet at his stomach's every roar. All around him splintered sidewalks jutted wildly up into the air while driveways all but imploded in on themselves and houses rattled along their very foundations. As he doled out rumbling apologies to his ankle high neighbors, his words felt more than heard as his voice cratered in octave to the depths of the very ocean, Andy hungrily eyed the grocery store into creeping into view just beyond the horizon. Every thooming footfall brought it ever closer.

GRNNNNN

Chin tucked against his neck, the werefox cupped his distended stomach between his hands and gave it a vigorous shake. A profuse blush creased his cheeks at how both it, and his prodigious chest, obscured the streets below. Gods above he really was out and enormous in every which way wasn't he?

Lips curled back into a sheepish grin, Andy lumbered out of his neighborhood and into sleepy intersections. As the rows of houses subtly transitioned into businesses and strip malls lost amid seas of concrete his fat toes and puffy ankles effortlessly cleaved through traffic lights. The explosions of electricity tickled at his soles while what few drivers remained on the road at this time of night throttled into reverse at his approach.

THOOM

THOOOOOOOM

THOOOOOOOOOOOM

Shuffling to a halt in the grocery store's empty parking lot, the cart corrals having been popped clean out of the pavement by the werefox's approach, Andy ravenously licked his lips as he dropped to his knees. Subdued earthquakes capable of registering on the Richter scale emanated out from the fox when his enormous assets came to rest on his puffy heels. Boulder sized beads of drool trickled from his maw and punched through the tiled roof of the darkened structure as Andy leaned in close.

"Now what am I in the mood for..." hummed the fox. Clutching at the side of the building the monstrous giant casually peeled back the roof like it was nothing more than the pull lid on a steel can. Flicking it into the parking lot behind him, where it landed with a cacophonous kaboom, Andy greedily scooped up entire shelves, refrigerated displays, and cashier lanes into his puffy palms.

Nostrils flared, Andy ravenously sniffed and snuffed at his bounty. Countless candies, boxes and bars alike, spilled out and along the cashier lanes. Popsicles, pizzas, and forgotten deli purchases serenaded him from the frosted glass of the refrigerated displays all while pungent whiffs of salt wafted up from the shelves overstocked with jerky and chips.

GRUUUURRRRGLE

His stomach would wait no longer! Not when teased like this! Ahhhing wide, Andy obediently stuffed his grab bag of groceries into his maw. As metal shelves, ice caked glass, and cash filled registers compacted to mush between his mountainous teeth the werefox couldn't help but moan in delight. No matter how minute, no matter how miniscule, even the tiniest scraps of food sent his mind reeling.

BABABWOOOMPH

Hands cupped against the sides of his chubby muzzle, Andy enthusiastically kneaded his cheeks. It didn't even matter that the pinprick sized dollops of ice cream and cookies and nougat bars barely dimpled against his taste buds for each and every crumb absolutely exploded with flavor! Every sample of that sweet ambrosia was even more fulfilling than the last! More. More more more he had to have more!

Andy furiously wig wagged his tail. "See stomach?" mumbled the fox in between mouthfuls as he tore apart the interior of the grocery store. "I told you it'd be worth the wait!" Tongue lolling out, the werefox panted as every swallow unknowingly made him bloat and balloon wider and taller. With a single bite the whole of the cereal aisle disappeared down his gullet. Then frozen foods. The bakery. The deli. Until finally the engorged and obese fox simply clasped the sides of the store itself between his swollen palms. Jaw straining, Andy stretched his mouth open as far as it was able before he simply swallowed the grocery store whole.

BRRRRRRRRRRRP

Even with his lips pinched shut, politely holding in what would be a cataclysmic belch, shockwaves radiated out from Andy. The waves of sound and fury, colored by the pop and crackle of transformers and traffic lights, flickered out for miles. "Scuse me..." the werefox bashfully rumbled as he tossed a look back over his shoulder.

The combined powers of the amulets, in tandem, were truly a sight to behold. Whereas before Andy only grew with the waxing and waning of the moon now he grew with his very appetite! The more he ate the more he swelled. The more he swelled the more he could eat as every mouthful filled him up less and less. Repeat ad nauseum. Twas a vicious and potentially never ending cycle if the widening werefox wished it.

Staggering to his fat feet, the earth and asphalt molding to the wrinkles and contours of his padded soles and digits, Andy tiredly smacked his swollen lips. Thrumming his fingers along his taut drum of a gut he sheepishly regarded the toe high pile of rubble that had been his local grocery store. As filling and fantastic a meal it had been... the fox was still feeling a mite peckish.

Towering unopposed over the skyline, if not starting to fill and overflow the horizon itself, Andy shamelessly took note of the neon twinkles that gave away what restaurants remained open. Leisurely stomping towards them, playfully shooing out the remaining patrons and employees as his paws swallowed up entire city blocks upon approach, he delicately pinched them up and devoured them whole one after the other after the other.

GULP

GLURK

GLOOORK

Yet still he hungered. Still he grew. Sniffing curiously at the air, low lying clouds twirling into his nostrils, Andy grasped for any whiff whatsoever of grease or salt or sugar or what have you on the whipping winds.

The werefox's eyes went wide, and his ears perked to attention, at the multiple leads that danced along his nostrils! That's right! Factories, be they for bottling or canned goods or frozen fish and produce, abounded on the outskirts of town!

Without hesitation Andy lumbered towards his next meal. So mega massive was the fox that onlookers below struggled to tell the difference between the bottom of his feet and the night sky itself. His gurgling gut, hanging heavy and low, glorped and noisily sloshed loud enough for the surrounding zip codes to hear. The same could be said for every thunderous clap of his thighs.

BWOOOOMPH

Hands resting on his hips, Andy beamed down at the dust mite sized cars fleeing from the corpulent colossus as he neared his first factory. With an impatient stamp of his foot he reluctantly waited for them to flee before he got to gorging. Bending over at the waist, his gut knocking against his knees, Andy casually ripped the whole of the structure out of the earth itself. Sliding it between his lips, toes curled in anticipation, Andy shuddered in delight as he explosively billowed further up and out. So it continued through the night as the werefox ate.

OMF

And ate.

NOMF

And ate...

ROMF

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"Horghhhhh..."

Bleary eyed and dazed, Andy urfed as sunlight sprinkled down on him. Prone and sprawled out on his bed or... whatever he had deigned comfortable enough for a bed he knew not what to make of himself following his unhinged binge.

"What all did I eat last night?" the fox hiccupped as he took to massaging the sides of his gut. His hands and sausage fingers, both unrecognizably fat, clumsily heeded his commands.

HURF

Andy swallowed down a spicy burp as he ogled at his stretched taut stomach. Never had he ever gone on a spree like this. Somehow, someway, his gut spanned past the very periphery of his vision! How was that even possible!?

Oh. Right. Blinking, Andy strained his neck trying to peek into the cleavage of his massive moobs. Feh. Somewhere lost between them were his amulets. They'd turn up eventually. They always did.

Flopping his head back into his rock hard mattress, Andy rubbed at his eyes. He was, as per usual following a skunkfox snack attack, utterly immobile. "Nothing to do but sleep it off..." he mumbled as he made himself comfortable. As his eyes clenched shut and his breathing steadied the fattest of foxes idly smacked his lips. Surely he didn't make too much of a mess last night, right? Right. With a jaw splitting yawn Andy brushed off any unfounded concerns regarding last night's amulet experimentation... all while blissfully unaware to the planes buzzing past his miles high and miles wide sloshing stomach.