Macrobun (Green)

Macrobunny
>It had been a month since 'the incident', and you sat staring at the sky, contemplating the situation.
>The macro rabbit was on a surprisingly small list of macros who were on the MAII list. The Macro and Anthro Inducing Infection list.
>She had to tell everyone by law, and sure enough, the next day you received a phone-call from her physician. Your girlfriend had left for work already despite feeling like garbage, but you called her as soon as you heard the news.
>You caught her before she entered the office building. Probably just as well, the face-time call revealed she looked sweaty and deeply unwell.
>By the time you got to the part about the MAII detail, she dropped her phone. Not in shock, but because her hand had just sprouted fur and claws.
>You watched as the phone luckily landed in the grass and at an angle so you could see the ensuing chaos.
>Her other hand furred up, and her ears grew out, pushing higher on her head.
>Her shoes exploded as her large rabbit feet developed, fur spreading up her legs. A lump appearing at the base of her spine as her tail grew in.
>Just as her mouth pushed out into a subtle muzzle, complete with teeth extending, her whole suit suddenly grew tight on her.
>"...Oh god....oh no!" you hear her gasp as with a sudden grunt, her body starts shredding her work clothes from within.
>Her tits burst through her shirt in a staggering snap of button popping. Her hips and ass destroy her skirt and her upper body leaves the frame of her camera.
>Her legs continue to grow higher, thighs leaving the frame, then knees. She starts moaning, clearly aroused by the whole situation.
>Before things escalated further, though, the sound of sirens; an ambulance crew turning up and several air-rifle gunshots are fired. You struggle to see what's going on, but she stops growing with the humans around her at mid-calf, before slumping to the floor with a small earthquake, several car alarms triggering.

>Thanks to the emergency reduction team sent by the original macro rabbit's physician, your girlfriend got away with an extra foot of height, and being made an anthro rabbit herself.
>An out of court settlement for life damaging lack of care and a permanent course of MAII preventative meds later, things weren't too different.
>Sure, your girlfriend was half a head taller than you and had to change her entire wardrobe, but things settled down. You also got put through a vaccine treatment to prevent you catching it.
>You grew hair all over like it was going out of fashion and had a massive craving for vegetables for a while, but you soon settled back into a physical relationship.
>Settling into the routine of her taking a tablet every day was a bit of an adjustment, but not too intrusive. Of course there's always human error.
>Which is why this day, a month later, you sit there, waiting for another reduction team.
>You both had the day off, so you decided to go hiking at your girlfriends request.
>Her rabbit body craved running and jumping apparently. You packed a large vegetarian lunch and went out to the great outdoors.
>She's got ridiculous stamina, and you frequently have to catch up to her as her long strides leave you lagging behind.
>Doesn't matter, you get to watch her fluffy tail and tight, muscular ass wiggle as she walks away.
>It drives you more than a little crazy, and once you're far from any public footpaths, you can't help but grip her ass and kiss the back of her neck.
>With a flurry of discarded outer clothing, you're soon on top of each other, only barely restraining yourselves from stripping down and having a 'dip'.
>You're exploring every section of her tightly muscled body and plush fur, the modest tits given an extra amount of mass as well by her greater size.
>Fun as it is, you eventually cool off, and sit next to each other, catching your breaths.
>Her watch beeps. She reaches for her pocket...a pocket of a discarded jacket.
>"...where is it?"

>You realise despite the fine weather, it's windy. As such, your girlfriends jacket is a light, thin thing.
>You search around, finding other loose articles, but her jacket is nowhere to be found.
>She's panicking, tugging her long ears and mumbling to herself as nerves overtake her.
>Ten minutes later, she gasps. You hear a rip and turn around, just in time for her to spurt up a whole foot taller, her tight shorts ripping down the seams.
>"Anon, get the fuck away! It's building!! Call someone, anyone!!" she tries to stagger back as her muscles seize up, and she rapidly outgrows the rest of her clothes.
>You hear her feet on the grass, no longer small thuds but increasing thumps. You feel them on the floor as you run away, digging your phone out of your relocated jacket. The phone rings but it's taking ages to connect.
>Like the first time, your girlfriend can't help but gasp, moan and start exploring her body. Her thirty foot body...forty.
>She begins fingering her dripping slit, massaging one of her enormous, to you, tits.
>Another step, and you feel the ground shaking properly. She stops moving as she ferociously digs more fingers into her snatch. Her growth seems to have stopped, and frankly, you have no idea if that's her peak or if what she said about a build up is coming true.
>The field is filled with the scent of her dripping folds. It drives you more than a little to distraction as you finally get an answer.
>You briefly tell the operator to send a shrinking team to the park you're in, only to have your ears painfully shocked with a massive scream. The ground rumbles.
>You turn in time to watch your girlfriend's thickening legs push her skyward. Ninety, a hundred, hundred and fifty feet.
>She collapses onto her rump and you get toppled by the violent quake.
>Your girlfriend's growth slows, gradually, until she's two hundred and fifty feet tall. She pants from her orgasmic high, before looking down to you and picking you up.
>So here you are...waiting.
End


>two months have passed. Things have changed a little bit thanks to that slip up.
>not necessarily for the worst, though. You’re now laying back, smothered in a pair of massive furry feet each roughly half your body long, toes flexing around your cock and you’re unable to stop yourself moaning from the feeling. .
>your now eighteen foot girlfriend didn’t blame you for the accident in the rambler park, although you both had to apologise for the incident. Her name was now famous though, a new pond formed from her earthquake inducing ass.
>you cum so hard from the fuzzy foot-job that you coat her legs. She smirks and offers to clean up. You’re picked up like a child and takes you to your new home’s bathroom.
>took most of the funds from your out of court settlement with the original macro bunny to move, but you live in the countryside now. A converted barn with a twenty foot roof.
>the bath was already filling up before your bit of fun, and your girlfriend lays within, placing you on top of her.
>no regrets about the whole MAII situation. Well, except one thing.
>your mind keeps turning to the look of elation on your girlfriend’s cute face when she finally achieved full size for the first time. The feel of the ground moving from just taking a single step, holding you gently in the palm of her hand. Your girlfriend had explained how liberating it felt. As the rabbit girl was now, she always felt constrained
>you ask if she wants to stay huge, her actual size as a macro.
>”I-it was nice... but I like being able to do things with you as we are now. I’d worry about hurting you if I was ‘normal size’.”
>food for thought, you ponder, then submerse yourself in the bath, and proceed to bury your arm into her folds, and you hear her deep moan through the water. It was time to return the favour.
>You use your other hand to gently coax her button. It takes a few trips to the surface for air, but she orgasms and you simply lay on her, contented.

>you spend the next couple of days making some arrangements and doing some research into the MAII vaccine.
>it never occurred to you before, but what was so wrong about your girlfriend being so big? Other macros existed just fine, and now you needed to see about making her happy.
>the drugs, the re-shrinkings. You loved each other but her happiness meant more than your attempts at a standard life.
>so, here you were. At a less than official clinic that claimed they could induce a MAII despite vaccinations. It seemed unlikely, but damn if you weren’t going to try. You even had a sample of your girlfriends femcum.
>a shrunken ferret macro wearing a lab coat far too small for his long, eleven foot frame assured you it would work. A sample of your vaccines base, re-cultured into becoming so strong it would break through your immune system.
>sounded risky as hell, and the ferret man said it wouldn’t be pleasant. He guaranteed the infections success, not the patients.
>surprisingly honest, but he the also assured you the money you paid already would be enough to send you to jail for a long time. The ‘doctor’ grinned and shook your hand once you said you were ready, realising you didn’t have a choice any more.
>three visits later, and several increasing doses of the recultured MAII later, still nothing. The ferret macro shrugged and said your money was spent, and you’d have to pay more to get another treatment. You stormed out and drove home.
>you’d left the city when you felt it. Your heart thumping, you were sweating like crazy. You span off the road in a haze and watched as your hands sprouted fur. It was happening.
>you felt your feet burst from your shoes and realised you weren’t driving anywhere for long.
>you didn’t have time to strip as your body swelled. It was like your whole body was an erogenous zone. You went to full mast in seconds, and your huge feet ploughed the ground beneath you.
>you slowly walked as you grew. Home was in sight.

>no two ways about it. The feel of your feet causing the ground to shake was oddly stimulating. Your long ears wobbling in the breeze, you’re body was more toned and you could feel every muscle flex as you approached your home. It took some serious willpower not to masturbate right there.
>as you approached, you saw your girlfriend leave the barn and clutch her hands to her face in shock.
>”who are.... oh shit, Anon!?”
>her once huge frame was tiny against your height. You were still growing as well, which was a worry. You had to be three hundred feet tall by now. It was slowing at least.
>you told her you were going to move to a macro country. You’d spent the last of your settlement to make arrangements. She just needed to stop taking the meds and you’d both walk there.
>your growth finally petered our. You were one of the biggest macros you’d ever seen, four hundred feet tall. You weren’t too upset at being the bigger partner again, and your girlfriend couldn’t take her eyes off of your erect length. You couldn’t wait to put it to use.
>you didn’t hear it, but by the fact she removed her watch and clothes, you’d say you were right on time.
>she took a deep breath, and began to grow.
>you sat down as carefully as you could, and she leapt at your giant dick. You girlfriend rubbed herself along it, gasping as her own arousal mixed with the growth sensation.
>you tried your hardest to keep calm, to revel in the bliss of it all for as long as possible. Your girlfriend was soon at her full height, and there was no way she could take all of you.
>she was going to fucking try though.
>slightly taller than half your height, she elected to slide up and down your cock, poking her snatch against your tip. It was exhausting for her.
>”little help here, damn it!”
>you gently grasped her waist and began working as much of her onto you as possible. Before long, you came all over her, and she squealed as her own peak was reached.

>you lay back, her panting on top of you, smothered in your cum, rising and falling to your own fast breaths.
>no words for now. Just the combined joy of being two macros, the world fractured to your actions, your home toppled in the action. She eventually spoke.
>”just... how?” You explain about the clinic, the recultured MAII, and how you wouldn’t need to shrink any more. You could live like this. Hell, it would probably take some work but you could have some rabbit kids in time.
>your girlfriend smiled, and crawled up to hug you around your neck.
>you’d never felt better. By that evening, you had walked to the macro nation you’d picked. Less paper work, that’s for sure.
>macros typically lead a simpler life, not much bureaucracy unless you wanted to live with or visit the micros, and just you two being there was all it took to be waved through. Everything felt normal again. Sure, you towered over most macros, but you found your shelter, and settled in.
>the first dawn in your new lives. You were going to propose to her, after carving a wooden ring from the massive trees that grew here.
>except your girlfriend was nowhere to be found. A neighbor from the next plot said he saw her go to the local lake.
>you saw her, bent down and splashing water over her face. She stood on shaky legs.
>”Anon, I don’t feel well...”. She wobbled over to you. You caught her as she gasped.
>then she started growing.
>already with the MAII, and you suddenly realised that yesterday you had just ‘dosed’ her with her own strain. Recultured, stronger.
>she passed your height, screaming as she orgasmed with no stimulation but being held up by you, the feeling of your hands on her body. She was the biggest macro alive, and still growing.
>you couldn’t hold her any longer, and she fell back into the lake, legs passing either side of you, feet half your body big
>it finally ended. 1,300ft of girlfriend, panting and eager for more.
>the more things change...