Navi swallowed the rush of paint that streamed from his tail. Immediately, she felt herself rise from her slumped position. She sucked again, rose again. Staring at Flame's knees to staring at his wide, fluffy waist. Then his tummy, hidden behind his shirt.
"D-dear..." He said, chiding tone absconded. "I think that's-"
SUCK
SUCK
SUCK
She was eye level with his chin now. Still lying down. Not to mention wider than him. Much, much wider.
Adrenaline kicking in, Flame attempted to leap away and yank his tail free. He got one step before Navi stood, taking him along with her as his world flipped upside down. His paws, still clutching the chocolate box for dear life, scratched wildly at the floor, seeking purchase.
SUCK
He'd gotten twin handfuls of the carpet. He kicked his legs against the gigantic squishy things they rested against, tugging himself fre-
SUCK
The carpet fibers ripped from the floor as he rose, dangling in his paws as he dangled in the air. Two deep black, unusually sizable paws were easy to make out.
SUCK
They swelled beneath his eyes as he elevated further, plump, juicy, thighs, wider than he was tall, his new companions.
SUCK
He couldn't see any section of leg now. Only blackness. Round, warm, snuggly blackness his snout squished deep into.
SUCK
SUCK
SUCK
His head was lifted for him, rising over a curve in his vertical road until sight was restored to him. He lay completely flat, staring at the very top of doorways and shelves. His tail flopped down behind him. The box was unceremoniously plucked from his fingers, himself far too dazed to resist.
Weakly, he shoved his paws against the fleshy, furry platforms his body sprawled and sank in upon, rolling over with a great effort.
The heart shaped box was in her claws.
Her smile was wide and toothy.
Her ears brushed the ceiling.
Flame gulped, not even sure how high up he was. He couldn't see all of her, probably couldn't even at her now quite-possibly-bigger-than-he-was-feet. Yet it was abundantly clear that she dominated the center of the room, head higher than the tallest shelf, thighs thicker than the stoutest wardrobe. He guessed that her butt was probably outsizing the couch at this point.
He cleared his dry, dry throat.
"I thought I should let you know, I think chocolate is actually probably good for fox-"
Two fingers knocked the breath out of him, pressing against his chest and stomach as their owner smiled adoringly, yet mischievously down at him. Then her paw shoved him from atop her vast canyon of cleavage to deep inside it.
He lay there between mammaries that he'd need several of himself to outsize. Breastflesh fluffed all around him, cuddling warmly against his cheeks, his limbs, his sides. The more he lay there, stewing in dark, pillowy lady lumps, the more irritated he became.
He gave her the chocolates. He was going to give back the chocolates once he made sure her belly didn't turn into a doughball. He had no reason to be afraid of a sneaky, gluttonous, oversized vixen shaped like a voluptuous letter Z.
His paws took handfuls of the walls of pure, unadulterated breast surrounding him and began noodling his way back up, climbing rapidly, the light of the room coming within si-
Her mouth was there to meet him. He popped out, muze first, and immediately, her's was on his. Kissing.
Her nose nuzzled against him, and his anger melted away. Oh well. She wouldn't tease him too much, and she'll be begging for a shrinking once she remembers she can't fit in his lap like this. And if she gets too big for her britches, a crafty little fox can bring a wobbly, unbalanced vixen back to earth, in more ways than one. None of this was too bad, and besides,

Her lips tasted like chocolate.