Maximum Simulation Next Level

The characters in my story are furry, which means they walk on two legs and talk with human-level intelligence.

I write for fun for the macro-furry and macro-size communities. My stories involve sexually explicit acts with consenting adults. I am open to collaborating with other writers in the macro furry community on fun side projects.

All characters are my own and are written to be eighteen years and older.

Proofread and edited by kenjisato

Proofread by Shivaakaid

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Hutchingson's consciousness slowly came back, his blurred vision focusing back on the white ceiling.

The red deer man realized he had passed out from the sudden shock of the shutdown mechanism for the secret underwater high-tech gym. He lifted his head up on his muscular shoulders, feeling harder than bedrock.

He took in the surroundings of the white room, dimmed with blue neon lights. The weight machines were practically silhouetted against the strong plexiglass that held the lake water behind it. So it wasn't a dream after all.

"So, you're finally awake, sleepy head."

Hutchingson turned his head towards the familiar voice and released the tension from his larger muscles. Hutchingson's blurred vision revealed more of the dark blue neon room. His eyes adjusted to the softly lit room. He felt a warm sensation below his hips and looked down to see he was still partially submerged in the hot tub. The red deer was even more surprised to see the Amazonian collie girl had shrunken down to about a foot taller than him. The brown, bubbly otteress stood beside her, having shrunk to about Hutchingson's height.

He stared at the glowing fur of Sylvia's brownish-gold belly, which contained a ripped pair of abs. Sylvia breathed slowly and ran her two white paws through her silver-streaked golden hair; Hutchingson was amazed at the white pattern running to her elbows.

"Well, Hutch, do you still think you're dreaming, baby?" Sylvia asked, with a sultry grin. The muscular collie girl wrapped an arm around the otteress' shoulder. "Should we pinch him to make sure, Roxie?"

The otteress bit her lip. "Or maybe, we should dunk him in some... cool... and... wet water," Roxie said, dreamily. She crossed her massive arms to subtly flex her biceps, making her pecs supporting perky DD breasts twitch. They were about a few sizes smaller than Sylvia's bust, but Hutch was still mesmerized as they jiggled.

Hutch noticed his gargantuan shaft had slowly hardened slightly, breaking the surface of the bubbling water. Hutch shifted his seven-foot-five body in the fourteen-foot-deep hot tub and got out of the water.

Both women watched his naked form of rock-solid muscles, as the water dripped down between his massive thighs, streaming down his chiseled legs and between his hooves. He shook his fur, sprinkling water onto the muscle women.

"Great," Hutch said, in a deep voice that nearly startled him. "How did I shrink down?"

Sylvia resisted touching Hutch's partially erect member and winked at him. "If you can figure out how to grow, then I know you can figure out how to shrink," she said.

Her smile made Hutch more determined to figure out the trick.

"Yeah, we believe in you," Roxie said, giving him a thumbs up.

Hutch smiled and blushed a little at being praised by the radiant Amazons; he thought about how he had grown in the first place. Then it hit him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on shrinking down. Hutch breathed in through his dark nose and exhaled as he slowly shrank down, stopping a few inches under seven feet. His massive reddish-brown muscles contracted and slimmed a little, yet still contained so much power.

"See, I told you he could do it," Sylvia giggled with Roxie.

The features on his body resembled those of a hulking martial artist. Hutch cracked his neck muscles and smiled at his company. "How is this possible?" Hutch asked Sylvia.

The athletic collie girl pointed a paw to her head. "The brain has a powerful way of visualizing, with all the neurons being interconnected through all sorts of emotions." Sylvia paused to lean into Hutch and whispered, "But I figured out a way to connect the visualization to the body, making the body react to those images in real time."

Hutch could smell the heat from her breath, as if it was putting him in a trance-like state.

Sylvia nuzzled his nose. "How's that for transformative thinking?"

Hutch was stunned by Sylvia's intellect. It was stronger than any muscle on her body. He stared down at his own body and tensed each muscle, slowing down to feel each new sensation.

"Don't try to overthink it, champ," Roxie said, putting a paw to her hip flexor. "She explained it to me, but I am not one to listen to all her advanced-brain science-mumbo-jumbo."

Hutch could see the grimace on Sylvia's muzzle from that comment, but didn't show it to the oblivious otteress.

Sylvia's expression turned from exasperation into a smile at him. "Funny, you showed interest at first."

Roxie rolled her eyes like they had this repeated conversation before. "Guess I couldn't keep up," she said, with a shrug. Even when the otteress wasn't seriously flexing, her biceps were perfectly rounded, and the muscles attached to her collarbone twitched with sheer power.

"Anyway, we also lose height while we are sleeping. Our metabolisms get kicked into overdrive, so you might shrink down a couple or a few feet, give or take," Sylvia said, flicking the side of the otteress' head, Roxie yipping and rubbing her head.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Hutch asked.

"No, it's more convenient, and plus, you don't shrink below your original height, but--"

Sylvia was interrupted by the loud groan from Hutch's stomach; he had zoned out a bit, slowly absorbing what had happened.

"How long were we out for?" Hutch asked, looking between Sylvia and Roxie.

The AI chimed in, "To maintain structural integrity, subjects had to be sedated for four days to get back to a reasonably safe size."

Hutch doubled over on his stomach again, as it roared out in angst.

Roxie walked beside him and patted his back. "Well, that settles it. How about a little seafood breakfast, eh champ?" she said, the lean and muscular otter girl grinned from ear to ear.

Hutch nodded, and the trio walked back up the secret passageway of the spiral staircase and into the living room of the cabin. Before he could finish that thought, Hutch wasn't sure if there was any clothing to fit their massive bodies. He felt his heart rate increase from more grumbling sounds from his stomach.

It would have to wait and not like it mattered. The trio had gotten very comfortable with being naked around each other; Hutch suspected Sylvia was keeping track of how their bodies reacted at all times. She was the leader in this bizarre experiment.

After they squeezed through the narrow passageway, Roxie went right for the kitchen, throwing on a large rose-colored apron to cover her naked front. The apron's hem just barely reached the otteress' upper thigh. Without missing a beat, she began preparing a fried oyster to be tossed in a salad.

Hutch admired the way Roxie handled her ingredients with extra love and care; he could tell that even more by the lovely smell. Roxie's tail swished back and forth rhythmically to her pleasant humming--what tune, Hutch couldn't discern.

The red deer sat at the table by the window that overlooked the hidden sanctuary of a small, secluded lake with a waterfall running into it. A faint rainbow could be seen arching towards the surging river that looked like it led to the ocean.

Sylvia placed a paw over Hutch's, and asked, "Would you like some coffee or some high-energy tea?"

"I prefer tea," he said, looking back at her and lightly squeezing her paw in return. Sylvia smiled and was relieved he had fully relaxed around her. "Coffee doesn't agree with my stomach."

Hutch's stomach groaned more and more at the smell of fried oysters sizzling in the pan. Roxie hummed to herself as she switched between two different tasks with an unflinching focus etched onto her face. The muscular otteress caught Hutch's stare and gave him a wink.

Sylvia put a large kettle on the stove, fished out some loose-leaf energy tea, and added it to the ceramic kettle.

After a few more minutes, breakfast was served; Hutch smelled the pleasant and savory scent of the fried oysters mixed in with a colorful array of greens and vegetables. Sylvia poured out the tea for everyone. Hutch thanked her and returned to his meal. Roxie couldn't help but play a little footsie with Hutch's hooves; it was obvious she was still very randy that he wondered if she could ever be satisfied.

"So, how will you be adjusting to your new life, Hutch?" Sylvia asked.

Hutch wasn't sure how to answer, at first; his eyes darted between the buff collie woman and the horny otteress.

"It'll take some time for me to come up with a story about how I got this big to begin with. It might be a few months before I get back to the college, but honestly, I think I could get used to this," Hutch said confidently, as he gave a little stretch after clearing his plate. Roxie firmly planted her foot into his crotch.

Sylvia jabbed her foot paw into Roxie's thigh. The otteress winced and both went back to slowly chew their food as Sylvia stared outside, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hmm, then let's see how best you can use your strength," Sylvia said, with a mischievous grin. They sat there eating the rest of the breakfast. Roxie got up from the table with a big stretch after she had finally had enough.

"Another set of satisfied tummies," Roxie said, giving her bulging abs a slight pat. "Well, you kiddies have fun. I will be down in the exercise CPU for a bit of a tone up." She winked at Hutch. "If you know what I mean?"

"That's fine, Roxie, but try not to overload the damn thing this time," Sylvia said. The collie woman scowled at Roxie, letting out a low growl.

Hutch felt a bit turned on by her aggression. Maybe this was a side effect of being a bigger and stronger version of himself.

Roxie placed her paws in front of her in a defensive gesture, and said, "C-Cool it, Sylvie, I already told you that was a fluke. I know how to pay attention to my own strength now."

The otteress flexed and rolled out her shoulders, with her bare breasts bouncing enough to make Hutch lean back and sip his tea in delight. The red deer's member wriggled a few inches bigger.

"Fuck sake, Roxie! Don't you ever take anything seriously?" Sylvia said, putting a paw to her face and wiping it down to her muzzle in annoyance.

"And that is why we make an excellent duo," Roxie said, giving Hutch a side-bedroom eye. "Well, ex-duo."

Roxie took her plate to the sink and washed it out, humming the whole time in a merry tune only she knew. The bubbly, tanned Amazon, with muscles making her fur seem like a snug bodysuit, trotted off down the secret passage. Finally, Hutch and Sylvia were alone.

Sylvia shook her head, watching Roxie go. "Sorry about her. Sometimes, I swear she does that just to piss me off."

"Really?" Hutch asked, with an arched brow. "I think she's very friendly."

Sylvia narrowed her green eyes at Hutch. "Yeah, a little too friendly."

Hutch laughed, with Sylvia joining in on the humorous moment. After, they both settled down and Sylvia finished her breakfast; she motioned for Hutch to join her on the deck of the large log cabin. They held paws, striding out into the crispy sun that mercilessly beat down on them.

The couple walked to a deck table. Sylvia sat down on one side and motioned for Hutch to sit across from her.

"As I was saying before, I was interrupted by our... promiscuous friend. I wanted to test your strength through a fun game of arm wrestling," Sylvia said, thumping her muscular arm onto the table. Her golden fur shone in the sunlight.

Hutch smiled and put his massive arm down to meet her paw. "What happens to the loser?" Hutch asked.

"The loser gets to give the winner a deep-tissue massage," Sylvia said, as she licked her chops in anticipation.

Hutch looked deeply into her eyes and said. "Deal."

Both anthros locked and winced in their grips. Hutch breathed through his nostrils, trying to get Sylvia's mountain of muscle to budge. The definition of her bicep and forearm muscles mesmerized Hutch; it was like she had been sculpted from marble.

A powerful force of feminine physique that reminded Hutch of the bunny girl Vanessa, how her strong thigh and leg muscles made Hutch think of how he had met Sylvia in the first place. Beaten and bloodied, how grateful he was at taking the gamble of seeing what Sylvia had to show him--to be part of a bigger experiment, but what was this all for?

Sylvia took advantage of Hutch's distracted thoughts. The collie woman locked in on Hutch's wrist and brought his arm down. Hutch was flush with embarrassment.

"Don't look so glum, Hutchie," Sylvia said with a warm grin, her white teeth sparkling in the sun. "You'll get to know your new body soon enough. Once that happens, let's have a rematch. How does that sound, baby?"

Hutch nodded, as he rubbed his wrist a little when she turned her back to him. The deer man licked his lips at seeing her bulky shoulder blades; he had to catch up and even try to surpass her Amazonian strength.

Sylvia sauntered over to the wooden lounger with soft, cool-feeling pillows from the shaded thatched umbrella. Hutch spotted the bottles on the table under the umbrella. The muscular deer got up and retrieved the oil. As he walked toward the hulking collie woman, he smelled the sweet aroma of apple blossoms.

"Hmm, my muscles are dying to be pampered," Sylvia said, with a playful whine. "Would you please make sure you get every single curve and crevice, my big, strong buck?"

Hutch watched Sylvia's golden tail lift up and catch a bit of glare off her silver streaks to present her anus to him. The red deer could tell she was approaching arousal, waiting and coyly begging for him to touch her strong body. He gingerly put a good amount of oil on both the collie woman's chiseled legs and began to rub it in, gasping at how compact and defined each and every fiber of her muscles felt under his gentle touch. How they twitched and relaxed under his hands.

Sylvia let slip a humming moan, letting Hutch know he had touched the right spot. The collie woman felt like she was floating in cool water, as Hutch kneaded the tension out of both legs. Sylvia's tail started to wag a bit.

Hutch put more oil on his pawed hands and went lower to rub her padded feet.

"Ohh, that's the ticket, stud," Sylvia cooed. The crackling on her joints by Hutch's hands was something to be appreciated. "You ever done anything like this?"

Sylvia glanced his way to hear his answer, and he said, "No, but I always wanted to try the techniques I've read online. But no girl would let me try."

Sylvia huffed. "Well, it's their loss."

Hutch looked her in the eye, and they both held a loving stare until Hutch looked back down and continued to work the tension out of her ankles. "Call us even for you carrying my former scrawny self over here," he said, and swallowed hard. "I am grateful for your gift."

Hutch got on top of Sylvia to get a better angle on her upper back. Each joint cracked, sending pure bliss through Sylvia. Every satisfied moan let Hutch know where to touch next. His member grew a little more erect, but not fully hard.

He worked his way down to her lower back.

"Oh yes, I knew I picked the right test subject. Someone who already had the physique would've let the power go to their head, but you are handling it beautifully," Sylvia said, as Hutch began to massage her springy butt cheeks.

Hutch licked his lips. His hands felt like they were touching soft yet slightly firm cushions, evaporating her tension with each orgasmic sigh of relief; Sylvia was then putty in the deer man's hands. He locked the collie woman between his legs and massaged every inch on her backside. Hutch's cock grazed Sylvia's tail, and she ground up against the ever-growing shaft that stood at almost a foot, but not completely full yet.

"Go ahead, stick it in me, big man; my asshole has been dying for your cock juices!" Sylvia said, with a sudden forcefulness that surprised Hutch.

"I-I've never done doggy style before," Hutch admitted, and blushed.

Sylvia licked her lips and ground up against his increasingly hardened shaft. She was practically massaging his member with her pronounced posterior. Sylvia craned her head toward Hutch with lustful intensity. "First time for everything, stud. Now give it to me as hard as you like."

Hutch kept Sylvia in suspense, by lubing his cock in the massage oil. It felt cool as he fluffed it up bigger and bigger. He smiled at how big it could get at a whopping two-and-a-half feet fully erect; he felt supremely confident in his new form looming over the horny and enraptured collie woman.

Sylvia gasped, as Hutch rimmed her butthole with his two black fingers. She let a whine slip out, as Hutch slipped his massive cock into the muscular collie woman's ass. The red deer man winced, as he felt Sylvia's tight butt close in around his throbbing shaft, Hutch thrust slowly, and Sylvia curled her toe claws in response. The whines from the Amazon turned into soft moans of heavenly bliss.

Hutch grunted, as he increased his thrusts; Sylvia lifted her butt higher, making Hutch lean into her more; the heat increasing between the massive lovers.

"Ah, ah, ahh, fuck me, big man! Oh, yes! F-Fuck me raw!" Sylvia cried out.

They went at it on the deck in the blaring hot sun for what felt like hours. Hutch's shaft pressed deeper and deeper into her, his mind awash with pleasure; if anyone were to stumble on the couple, he would've kept going. Hutch roughly smacked Sylvia's ass, making her yip and play with her erect nipple with her free paw.

Hutch felt like he was about to explode from the heat and pressure of Sylvia's ass encasing his penis deeper and deeper. Sylvia's body shuddered as she grew a few feet. The deck chair began to crack and strain under their gargantuan weights.

Hutch wanted this sex to last forever, but he was becoming overheated under his fur, and quickened his thrusts.

"Uh, I-I am about to cum, Sylvie!" Hutch said, with each thrust building his semen up to its bursting point.

"Y-yes, yes! Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Harder, stud, harder!" Sylvia moaned, her long tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, and the collie woman's rock-hard ass contracting in an anal orgasm, sent vibrations to stimulate the red deer man's cock.

Hutch felt his dick erupt with torrents of cum pumping into the collie woman's anus. Sylvia's body vibrated and grew until she was bigger than Hutch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fur becoming fluffier and her muscles swelling in his paw. He pulled it out when she rounded off at seven-feet-eight-inches tall, and partially rained cum on her solid back muscles. Sylvia turned over and splayed her legs open, her clit fully erect as cum leaked out from her iron-hard butt. Her sparkling green eyes pierced through Hutch; the deck chair finally reached its limit and cracked into two pieces under their hefty sizes.

"Ah, oooh. I-I love you, Hutchie," Sylvia said, and blushed while looking away.

Hutch lifted her up with his brute strength, which surprised the bigger collie woman, and embraced her in an intimate hug. "I love you, too," he said.

He stroked her majestic golden fur, which had silver streaks that shined brightly in the sun. Sylvia was tense, at first, but relaxed fully in her big man's arms.

Hutch drew a mischievous smirk and carried the slightly taller collie woman. She giggled in delight at his biceps swelling to accommodate the load. She bit her lip, seeing his massive veins pop.