Booty Call for SCIENCE

(contains masturbation, hyper male genital growth, size play, female macro growth, hyper BE, and produce theft)

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It was okay to come home exhausted if the day ended with a rousing success. Gene slid through his front door, too lost in happy thoughts to bother locking it. The young fox made a bee-line for the bedroom, depositing his duffle bag of computer gear on the couch along the way. There was barely a pause at the hallway closet to hang his coat up among a large assortment of t-shirts. What other clothes he had on became a breadcrumb trail lining the floor, leaving him naked by the time he collapsed upon the bed in a happy giggling fit.

Today could not have gone more perfect than if he had planned it. In all truth, this was not even his house; just one of many 'borrowed' places he could crash at for a few weeks while the owners were out of town. Given that this adorable fox could hack corporations to their knees within hours, it was understandable that he liked to avoid being easy to find. Most residents usually came home to find a stack of dollars on their kitchen counter for the trouble. This couple, in particular, enjoyed some very fine waterbeds when not on long vacations to Mexico.

That also meant the fridge had been mainly left unstocked and some essential needs Gene could not simply hack away. Hunger was nothing a quick trip to the local Safeway could not cure. Now his legendary lust, that was not something he expected fuel for at a grocery store.

Gene closed his eyes, trying to reimagine all the fun that unfolded in the dairy aisle just hours ago. He had just picked up a basket and assortment of fruits before making his way back in a semi-knowing path to the meat section. There was no real plan on meals just stuff he could nibble on with the least amount of utensils necessary.

He was on a brief stop to eye some yogurts on sale when a bit of blue flashed past his peripheral. Of course, he would have to run into Desmond while shopping in all places. The blue and black squirrel-fox had a habit of just showing up everywhere when friends least expected it. At least, Gene considered them friends on some minor level. The constant acts of destruction tended to make both scientists wary of each other.

Reluctant pleasantries had just been exchanged when the dairy section they were in exploded in a shower of rubble and lactose. A very angry were-cow had bashed her way through the wall with Gene avoiding a trampling by mere feet. Word on the internet was that a disgruntled truck driver spiked his shipment to infect the city, but an employee decided they were owed a five-finger discount.

Well, three-finger hoofed discount if that stuff was permanent. Even when enraged, Gene found the hulking bovine a delight to imagine over and over again in safety. Those massive muscles bulging with the slightest flex, massive boobs sloshing about outmatched only by her sagging udder, and a black-spotted butt that could have supported two jugs of her own milk.

The fox's hand was already reaching down to gently stroke the foreskin of his cock. The damn thing had been aching for attention ever since he left the store, so it was already firming up in his grasp. A raging naked monster attack was exciting enough for his pervy needs. Things only got better, with Desmond being his own gender-bending superhero on the scene.

Watching the transformation of Madam Science never failed to get a rise out of Gene. His member sprung into a full erection in just a few strokes before the process even began to replay in his head. Desmond would shout out his command phrase activating the nanites living inside his bloodstream that would sculpt a perfect amazon.

The other hand soon joined in on Gene's member, alternating between kneading his balls and rubbing around the base. It always started with the growing. A few adorable grunts would escape Desmond's clench teeth as surges lifted him from five feet to a towering nine. Sometimes he was a little shorter or taller. Apparently, it depended a lot on how much the squirrel-fox had eaten beforehand.

Gene licked his lips, rewatching Desmond's girth swell out with vast muscles. His friend's groans got louder and louder, though the voice would crack each time into a more sultry pitch. Scrawny limbs plumped nearly double in size only to have individual bulges rise out under the soft fur. Rippling biceps larger than the foxes head lead down into slender fists. Thighs that could break him in half pushed against each other to force Desmond into a wider stance. Even the ridges pushing out along his broadening back were pretty sexy to watch. The fox could feel his sack already drawing tight before the good part set in.

Things were put into a drastic slow motion when Gene began to recall the moment of gender flipping. Desmond gave out a bark as he doubled over, betraying his own sexual arousal at the sensations of his biology rewriting in real-time. The pure black of his hair ruffled once, and like a paintbrush washing, it brightened into a shade of sandy blond. A hard crack in his hips caused them to collapse, sending his head rocking back. Hair exploded out behind him with the motion, years of growth happening instantly to leave shimmering locks draped down to his muscular rear as a cape.

A rear that was losing its hard edge under an incoming surplus of body fat. Possibly one of Gene's favorite parts was watching that luscious seat inflate out into such a beautiful rump. It put the cow chasing down shoppers to shame. His dick had throbbed on the spot then, and now was doing it repeatedly, staining his thumb with a trickle of pre. He had even been lucky enough to sneak around in time to watch the bulge in Desmond's tight pants deflate. Damage to the squirrel-foxes clothes was surprisingly moderate for so much growth. However, it was still evident by his groans when a full maidenhood bloomed under those pink boxers.

Not that Desmond ever needed to worry about her clothes during such a transformation. The nanites soon got to work, adjusting her garments into something a bit more heroic themed. Shorts were drawn together with her shirt at the hems, colors shifting into blue and yellow spandex. Everything pulled tight around her increasingly curvy form to better highlight the series of abs underneath. Except for where a yellow circle with a beaker in it was splashed across her pecs.

Well, breasts now. Gene loved how Desmond cupped at her chest to hold the mounds rapidly rising to stretch out the spandex in a more rounded way and gave out a tense moan himself. If he could get it on telegram, the fox could watch those beach balls inflate and deflate on loop for months. The best part was when Desmond gave them a few hard gropes advertising a plush natural state.

Gene could feel pressure suddenly tighten in his loins. Foreskin drew back against his rising member, which palms rubbed at with gusto. No matter what size Madam Science grew into, her boobs were always one of the biggest parts about her, each one a cannonball that could injure Gene's neck as the world's best hat. Sadly, she never has obliged the fox's requests for said boob hat, but he liked having goals to chase.

Things were reaching their end quickly, both in Desmond's transformation and Gene's relishing of it. The pressure continued to mount in his aching balls while Desmond bit her lip, suffering a hard shudder. All over the looming buff, female's fur changed. Blue gained a much brighter shade to match the sky she tried to reach. Blacks would bleach themselves into various shades of blonde, almost reaching a gold-like color that gloved her hands and paws. As Gene felt his member strain back, he matched the heavy sigh Madam Science gave to signal her transformation was complete.

The mighty amazon squirrel-fox rocked her head back again using strengthened vocal cords to give off a mighty roar. Gene mimicked the motion arching his back and shoving his head against the covers in a much weaker cry. His rod bulged twice its size and finally gave several hard pulses. Milky fluids erupted from the head in high arching streams that splattered across the HDTV mounted on the wall before him. A mess he would have to remember cleaning up before leaving, but for now, the profile of Madam Science was leading him into a well-earned afterglow.

The small eruptions quickly lost their punch. By the fourth shot, all his spent balls could manage was a steady flow down Gene's shaft. The fox took his hands away in dulled satisfaction letting loose spunk coat the fur of his tight sack. He scooted back until his head could lay comfortably onto a foam pillow. Unfortunately, he had left before witnessing the results of the ensuing battle among big breasted titans. That was okay though, he was just fine daydreaming about that buff babe sweeping him off his feet to safety. The pillow became those massive mammaries pressed tight into his head as an extra precautionary shield in case danger followed them.

It ended up being the sexy image Gene clocked out on. The power of afterglow helped fatigue overpower the fox into a very cozy nap, jizz still continuing to leak across his crotch. By the time a gentle knock and three doorbell rings came from the front door, nothing could awaken the fox.

"Gene?" Madam Science could be surprisingly gentle despite her hulking size changes. The big squirrel-fox pushed the door open with two fingers on its knob. There was a seventy percent chance she had followed the fluffy troublemaker to the right house, but that was hard to figure out with his nomadic lifestyle. Luckily the familiar duffle bag on the couch helped confirm she had found the place. "Hope you managed to buy some of that food, I'm coming in with an appetite."

The act was easier said than done for such a solid built heroine. After the door was fully swung in, Madam Science had to sink so low her knees scraped the welcome mat to avoid banging her face on the doorframe. Even then, she had to shimmy in sideways using the doughy consistency of her boobs to squeeze in.

Perhaps Madam Science might have put a little too much energy into her transformation this time. Still, that were-cow had not exactly been a lightweight. It was only by some miracle she got the lunatic in a headlock without getting bitten. Hopefully, the milk was not also a carrier for bovine lycanthropy because a good number of shoppers got showered by that plump udder in their wrestling match. Oh well, she would deal with that during the next full moon.

There were more pressing matters for a battered amazon to worry about, like having the top ripped from her leotard. Walking six blocks with her epic mounds jiggling for every gawking motorist to see was not an ideal victory march. It was nice to be out of public while waiting for her nanites to run out of energy. Maybe she could borrow a shirt after shrinking down a bit.

Or Madam Science could just steal Gene's clothes since the dumb fox liked to just toss them around where ever he felt like it. Her big black nose wrinkled with mild disapproval following the trail of discarded garments down a hallway to what was most likely bedrooms. At least Gene made it easy to figure out where the heck he went, but the big girl paused when she came across the open hall closet. The many shirts hanging within looked exceptionally large for that nerd's lanky body. Some might even be able to cover most of her chest with enough slack.

"Gene? I'm borrowing a shirt. Don't get pissed if I rip a few."

Who was she kidding? These probably belong to some kind of bodybuilder or football player with such large sizes. That was what Madam Science thought until she started to notice every shirt had some pretty bad puns stitched into their fronts.

'Snap my Choker.'

'Hold my tits and ride me hard?'

'I'm a virgin. This is also an old T-shirt.'

Maybe Gene did keep a stash of clothes around to mess with people. Fluffy squirrel tail began dusting against the opposite wall with Madam's increasing agitation. It took flipping through about twenty of them before finding something almost bearable to wear.

'I <3 Gene'

A bit egotistical but straightforward enough for function. Madam Science yanked the shirt from its hook in a rough pull over her head. The elastic properties of the cotton proved very surprising. Sleeves had no problem wrapping snug around the boulders of her biceps when her arms slipped through. More importantly, the hem pinched at her girls before giving ample room for them bounce back into a perky position. Even her navel found a bit of cover from pervy eyes before slack gave out just above her thick hips. This had to have been some kind of invention shirt to stretch so well.

"Hey, Gene? What the heck have you been making in he...HOLY HELL!?"

She had reached the end of the hall where the door held a pair of men's briefs on its handle. Turning the portal open found Gene sprawled on a king-size waterbed. He was just not in any sort of state the heroine had expected to see him.

A fun fact about Gene; he was also augmented with a reservoir of body modifying nanites. That was about where the similarities with Madam Science ended. The pervy fox kept his machines stored in his reproductive organs, where they replicated almost as fast as his sperm. Any organic matter unlucky enough to get sprayed by his spunk had a tendency to grow bigger. Not in a refined, elegant way as the squirrel-fox's muscles, just uncontrolled swelling madness.

That was also why Gene had become infamous for paizuri among ladies into that sort of thing. For Madam Science, to say he was a colossal dick could be applied in a very literal sense at that moment.

So much of Gene's seed had drizzled across his balls that his legs were virtually blanketed by the big fuzzy sack. Only a little bit of shin leading to his feet stuck out under the bulge of plump testicles. His rod itself stood partially erect and almost the size of its owner's body. Gentle bobs of its head acted as if to greet the big woman's entrance. It occasionally twitched or throbbed with Gene's failed attempts to shift in his slumber. Apparently, the red salami and bean bag were a bit too heavy for his hips. Seeing his left hand also a bit larger than the arm made it obvious what had transpired.

A snort of disgust escaped Madam Science's muzzle at the realization her life and death battle had set Gene off. Damn fox really was the worst kind of pervert imaginable, and that was saying something considering her alter egos track record. The notion that he might have been rubbing off just feet away from her transformation was vexing. It soured Madam Science's mood so fast she stomped around the bed to loom over Gene in a deep shadow. The rattling of windows and foreboding presence still could not rouse the fox from his slumber. Maybe a face smothering with her boobs was in order since he wanted them so badly.

A jolt sliced through Madam Science's head, briefly disrupting her thoughts. She blinked a few times, taking a curious look around the room. Anger waned into an unexpected state of serenity. Talk about strange; it felt like she had been hit by something, but no one else was present. She had been the responsible one by locking the front door.

Looking back down at Gene only made things exponentially worse. A sharp fluttering in Madam Science's bouncing chest caused her heart to skip a beat. Did the little rogue always look so adorable when he slept?

Wait, when did he ever look adorable at all!? She shook her head vigorously, rapping it with both knuckles for good measure. Damn it, that only made him look more attractive on sight. She had to focus; this guy had run off in a fight to the death just to masturbate about it. This was supposed to be something to be really angry about.

That became impossible when Gene gave off the cutest of high-pitched barks and tried again to roll onto his side with no success. The hyper groin kept him rooted on his back, so the confused amazon could gush over his sexy chest fluff and slick hipster hair. It was only when a burning pain in her lungs built up that Madam Science realized she was holding her breath. Sharp gasps escaped her slack muzzle, desperately trying to heave some air in. As a result, her massive chest inflated and retracted out of her vision.

"Oh...god damn it, Gene!" Madam Science felt a flush of her old anger return, but it was crushed within seconds. The cute fox had just put a hand behind his head to strike a pose that left him looking almost elegant, forgiving his rhino snoring. While watching this awkwardly erotic scene, her eyes caught sight of her breasts thrusting into view between breaths, specifically the stitching of 'I <3 Gene' across her cleavage.

It was not so much that Gene had a closet full of trapped clothes than the fact Madam Science fell for it that bothered her. The shirt must have been loaded with nanites waiting to crawl right into her brain at the first opportunity. Her only consolation was not taking the shirt that had said, 'I'm a good girl, master!' Lord only knows how lewd that would have gotten when Gene woke up. No wonder her loins were getting moist over a troublesome nerd.

"What the fuck?" Madam Science gasped. A hand shot down to feel the damp spot forming in the crotch of her remaining leotard. That made too much sense, sadly. Gene's ideals for love were bound to lean more towards the edge of horniness with strong affections. A side glance at that throbbing dong at attention had the squirrel-fox ideally licking her lips.

Not that Madam Science really wanted to stop herself anymore. Now that she noticed her arousal, it was hard to ignore the heat in her loins. Shame that monster shaft had no chance in hell of squeezing inside.

"Oh well, plan B," she said, paw-feet padding silently around the bed. With a cheerful giggle, she gently placed hands on either side of Gene's red meat tower. There came a sharp snorting from the fox before he settled back down to rhythmic snoring. Madam Science rolled her eyes confident not even banging pots against his ears could rouse him.

Which was okay when struggling to give head to a phallus big as a body pillow. It took only a slight caressing of her palms to get Gene's member swollen into a towering erection that dwarfed even Madam Science's size. She had to levy herself onto the mattress just to get within tongue licking range of the head. Thank god this house had been built with a high ceiling. At least this way, she could rub her face all over the sensitive tip while stroking its sides.

The offering of warm meat throbbed back against Madam Science's lips. Given his current state, it was the best sign of a good job Gene could give her. Pointed blue ears did not miss the increasing moans and pants from the fox under her, either. She risked leaning in a bit closer, wobbling unsure on the water bed as her weight caused a massive sink. Despite that, she managed to wedge a fair amount of the dick into her shirt covered cleavage.

Taking a tip from some more erotic super villains, Madam Science gripped Gene's member to undulate her whole body against it. Not the strangest form of lovemaking she had ever resorted to, even for a size shifter. Gene certainly could not complain. Little barks sounded off to meet her hip thrusts, giving a sign to his rising need for release. Something Madam Science was looking forward to herself. Even the mattress began rocking with her motions, adding more power behind each hip buck while her tongue and tits ground hard against the sensitive underside.

Before long, Gene had joined in by bucking reflexively in his sleep. Poor guy could amount to little more than smacking Madam Science's legs with his heavy sack, but she loved the effort for his cuteness factors. That did give her a curious idea, though. She slowed down her literal dick riding until the sloshing of the waterbed settled somewhat. Being careful to lift one foot-paw up with some balance, she gently placed it atop the rolling furry sack to trace her plush pads along the firm bulge of his nuts.

That got such a sharp howl from Gene. Madam Science almost panicked with certainty she had broken him, but then Gene's face turned violet with several more small barks and a goofy smile. Paw continued its gliding journey across the soft sac, striking many sensitive nodes that had Gene spasming in euphoric bliss. A part of her could not resist giggling as she pondered what the fox might be dreaming about concerning her epic handjob.

The fleshy member pulsed hard against Madam Science's face, raining a few drops of gooey pre onto her nose. She snorted indignantly while wiping it away. Whatever Gene was enjoying in dreamland was clearly reaching its apex. Realizing that just filled her with an emboldened sense to give her precious foxy lover all the attention they deserved.

Oh god, this shirt function better not be permanent.

Trying to massage someone's balls with one foot while grinding against their dick turned into a worse endeavor than fighting a mad cow. Madam Science almost regretted not having any experience in pole dancing, assuming such experience would be helpful in this case. Somehow she made it work, continuing to undulate against Gene's thick pole and using the momentum to guide her foot-paw across his sack. It was not too much longer before she felt the shaft drawback from her arms, veins rising out from it's growing tension. Gene's barkings all but stopped, mouth hanging open in desperate breaths as he clenched the sheets tight.

SPLOOOORT!!

Gene's previous orgasm had been pea shots compared to the geyser Madam Science helped produce. She barely managed to lean back before creamy spunk blasted out of Gene like a fire hydrant. The ceiling was quickly painted over in his semen, raining excess upon Madam Science. Even then, she continued to rub and hump against the throbbing shaft trying to coax everything from her wonderful todd's balls.

It was almost half a minute before Gene stopped cumming. The throbbing lost it's intensity against Madam Science's wet fur, waning pressure lowering the stream of juices down to a soft trickle. Given she was already covered in it, Madam Science could not help doing Gene the courtesy of licking his shaft clean. He was not as salty as she imagined he would be.

"Whoah!? That was fast."

Madam Science had barely eased off Gene before getting hit with a sense of vertigo. Realizing what was happening, she eased off the mattress before the mounting weight could pop it. In those few seconds, she was already taller than Gene's still erect member, watching as height difference rapidly increased in her favor. It figured her full body hug had spared the fox a second shower of his own growth-inducing jizz.

That was just fine. Madam Science was far from done with him yet. She gave off a thirsty chuckle, flexing and relishing the feeling of her growth. More and more, her bulging muscles spread out to encompass the room. She could feel her butt pushing it's plumpness against the HDTV until it gave out with a soft crack under her glutes. Knees slowly sunk into a deeper angel to keep her head from crashing through the ceiling. With both hands, she reached down to claw off the leotard wedging itself between her swelling glutes and pussy. Gene's nanites were not compatible with her own, which meant the clothes she produced could not grow with her.

Besides, she was way too horny to wait for the spandex to rend on its own. Salivating and covered in fox seed, she hobbled forward to straddle her thick thighs across the entire bed. It took practically doubling over to reach the right position, and even then, she could feel her expanding back, pushing dangerously against the painted drywall ceiling.

More importantly, she could feel the tip of Gene's sexy dick rubbing against her moist folds. Madam Science lowered her hips with extreme caution to see just how far their size had become. The thick foxes head pushed back firmly for several seconds before managing to part her vertical lips for entry. Just getting the head in was enough to get Madam Science ecstatic. Her yellow tongue rolled off to one side in a loopy smile as she slowly lowered atop Gene's whole shaft. Everything stretched so tight right at the borderline of pleasure and limits.

"Hope you have enough for a few more loads," she cooed as her lips came to a rest at the base of his member. Getting a squeeze of his balls against her ass was just icing on her cum cake. "I plan to take this in both holes, after all."

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When Gene finally did come out of his power nap hours later, he was thoroughly confused. It had felt like one of the most comfortable rests he could ever remember having. Why then was he feeling so epically sore and exhausted before even shaking off the grogginess of sleep?

It was especially bad around the tender male bits. His prostate was burning something fierce in a desperate cry for an ice pack.

"Ugh! What?" Gene opened his eyes and promptly scrunched them closed again. A late afternoon sun still blazed overhead, filling his vision with dozens of colorful spots. No attempt at rubbing could get them to fade away faster, but that did sort of explained the warm breeze brushing through his sweaty fur. "Wait, wasn't I just in a house...oh no!"

Lacking a roof over his head brought about many implications that helped wake Gene up. He bolted upright, nearly tumbling off the waterbed in an attempt to stand. The first thing the fox ended up seeing when his vision cleared was a flaccid red penis longer than his body flopped across a ballsack pinning his legs to the mattress. Memories of the previous pleasure job brought Gene back up to speed. Of course, he was not immune to his own nanites, but the results were well worth having an imaginary romp with Madam Science's stoking hot tits.

He still glanced around with rising concern. Gene's junk was about the only thing that received an exponential growth. Yet the roof and outer wall were both completely demolished around this bedroom. He could not have possibly had an orgasm so strong to collapse buildings. 

Not at this size, anyway.

"Oh, hey, sleepyhead! I was wondering when you would wake up."

A shadow washed over Gene, making him flinch. Slowly craning his neck back, the foxes jaw dropped onto his balls, seeing a fifty-foot Madam Science looming over the remaining walls. Tucked under one arm was the trailer end of a produce truck while she beamed a cheerful smile back at him.

The squirrel-foxes massive size did not worry him so much as the sight of the 'I <3 Gene' shirt stretched tautly, but unbroken, over breasts the size of mountains. Figures she had somehow gotten into his personality modifying nanite shirts before they were thoroughly tested. At least their adjustable durability was working exceptionally well. Breasts hung so deep they blanketed Madam Science's belly all the way to her hip. Much of her exposed fur was in tangles thanks to the jizz shower she received drying out in the open air.

Come to think of it, Gene could faintly recall the feeling of something bucking against him but had passed it off as a wild dream involving a treadmill and bananas. Before he could ponder that further, a loud crunch sounded outside thanks to Madam Science setting down her trailer in a less than gentle fashion. Without giving warning, her other golden furred hand shot down to scoop the fox into her plush pads. Gene's sac spilled over her edge swaying back and forth as he was brought up to rest upon the ridge of her cleavage. The perfect place to deliver several affectionate licks and a kiss.

"Hope you don't mind, love, I brought you some breakfast after all that spooging." Madam Science nuzzled her big nose into Gene's naked chest, eliciting a soft grin from the fox. He promptly yelled when he felt the pad of one enormous finger brushing along his member. "I have to admit I'm still in the mood for your...spicy sausage."