Bob changes his mind and runs

" Oh GOD HE LIED IT HURTS... IT BURNS... PLEASE ANY ONE HELP, I WANT OUT.Bob, RUN YOU DUMB SONUVABITCH! Don't just stand there gawking.oh GOD I can't feel legs! Rufus you lying bastard, this hurts like a motherf..." gurgling noises as Greg's voice becomes muffled and distorted inside the swelling fox scrotum.

Rufus cackles like a madman, both paws now cradling his rapidly churning balls as they slosh and gurgle with Greg's dissolving form. "RUN? Aw Bobby, where's the fun in that?" His cock twitches eagerly, still dripping as he takes a step forward with each movement making his swollen nuts swing with wet, heavy sounds.

"You hear that, Bobby? That's your big brother turning into premium fox cum." He gives his balls a hard slap, making them jiggle obscenely. "Mmmph... gonna pump him so deep into my girl you'll be calling him 'litter mate' by dawn!"

With Greg's struggles now just faint bulges in his sack, Rufus licks his chops and locks eyes with the paralyzed Bob. "Now... you gonna make this easy, sweetcheeks? Or do I get to enjoy a meal with some fight in it?" His claws click against the porch wood as he advances, tail flicking with predatory delight. "Daddy's got a SPECIAL spot in his nuts just for you

Bob stumbles backward, tripping over the shotgun as he scrambles to his feet. "Fuck fuck FUCK—Rufus, I swear to Christ if you so much as twitch that disgusting dick in my direction I'll—" His voice cracks as he glances at the still-gurgling balls containing his brother. "Oh God, Greg... I'm so sorry man, I gotta go" He turns to bolt into the woods.

Rufus's ears perk straight up as his tail puffs out in excitement, watching Bob scramble away like a panicked rabbit. "Ohhh, you wanna play chase? Daddy loooves chase!" He gives his still-gurgling balls a possessive pat now noticeably rounder and fuller with Greg's transformation nearly complete.

With a feral grin, Rufus drops to all fours, his engorged cock slapping against his belly as he takes off after Bob. "C'mere Bobby-boy~!" he howls, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "You're just making it more fun when I drag you back by the scruff! Think how proud Greg'll be when he's reborn and I tell him tales about how his baby brother put up such a good fight!"

The forest echoes with the sounds of snapping twigs, panicked breathing, and Rufus's gleeful panting as the chase heats up. His nuts swing heavily with each bound, sloshing with their precious new load the last remnants of Greg's resistance now just DNA for the soon to be born cub.

"Don't worry Bobby," Rufus sing songs between leaps, his claws kicking up dirt as he gains ground. "Daddy's gonna make sure you and Greg share a womb! You'll be the CLOSEST of brothers