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The large husky bunched his shoulders, pulling back slightly and looking up at Matt. There was confusion and fear in his eyes, but behind that, lust. He shook his head. "I don't want to do this," he groaned.

"Then don't," Matt heard himself saying. The husky nodded, as if relieved, and slowly, almost regretfully, up. He towered head and shoulders over the otter, and the cold spray of the shower matting his fur only made his thick musculature more obvious. Matt found himself almost nose to tip with the dog's erection. He snorted at it, letting his breath puff across the hot flesh. "But it looks to me," he continued, "like you want to do it very, very much."

A low whine came from the husky's muzzle. He paused for a minute, then quickly dropped to all fours, his padded palms soaked in the cold water splashing across the shower floor. He opened his mouth and the thin curl of his tongue flicked out and slid briefly up the length of Matt's erection. The otter shuddered, electric pleasure flashing through him and running up his spine. He felt his cock spasm of its own accord, and a thick drool of his pre arced out and spattered on the husky's wet, black nose, the clear fluid running down in a line to his chin. The dog snuffled in surprise, and then did it again, more slowly, nostrils flaring. His tongue slipped from his muzzle again and licked over his nose, cleaning the pre away. He looked up at Matt, jaws gaping slightly. Matt couldn't read his expression.

Then the husky suddenly grabbed his ankles, pulling them forward toward him across the slippery shower floor. "Hey, what are you--" the otter managed, and then he fell backward, catching himself on his palms and landing on his ass. The husky didn't let him finish, pushing him backward to lie flat on the shower floor, the cold water raining down and spattering his face and chest. The husky moved forward over Matt; from this position, he looked positively gigantic; he could do anything he wanted, and there was no way Matt could stop him. One paw was still on the otter's chest, holding him flat against the shower floor and making it difficult to breathe, but the husky paid no attention to his struggles, instead immediately dipping his head down on that thick neck to begin licking smoothly at Matt's cock.

"Oh god," the otter gasped, managing to arch his back despite the weight on his chest, pleasure rocketing through him. The husky was greedily licking up his shaft as if it were candy, in long, smooth strokes, his breath huffing through his nostrils against Matt's skin. Matt felt his rump tighten as he pushed up with instinctive mating movements that he couldn't quite control. The licking stopped briefly, and he caught his breath in near-relief, only to find himself holding it as he found his sac suddenly cradled in warm jaws, his balls rolling against the husky's undulating tongue, grazing lightly against those predatory teeth. He hoped faintly that the dog wouldn't come to his senses just now, but then the husky closed his jaws slightly, suckling his balls deeper into his muzzle, that long, dexterous tongue slipping out below them to lick up between his thighs. The otter gripped at the arm holding him down, pushing at it, but could feel nothing but cold, matted fur and steely, unyielding muscle bulging beneath it. Warmth spread across his belly; he was faintly aware that this was more pre spilling out of him, the cold water washing it from his belly quickly. It was odd. He had never been messy like this before in his life, ever, but he couldn't focus on that right now. There was a snuffling sound as the husky caught the scent of his precum again, and slid up, dragging his tongue up the length of Matt's cock toward the tip, and then he pushed his muzzle down around it, engulfing it.

Sudden heat surrounded the otter's shaft, and he heard himself cry out, his hips pushing up as his paws darted forward to grip the sides of the husky's face, fingers digging into the fur. He felt himself lean up a little despite the pressure on his chest; apparently his movement caught the dog by surprise. His hips pushed up again and again, the dog's nose mashing against his belly. He gave five, maybe six pumps against the husky's muzzle and then convulsed, his cock feeling painfully hard as he came.

Again and again he felt himself pulse with cum, and each time the pleasure increased, his whole body going tense and hard, biceps flexing at his side, flaring back lifting off the floor, his chest squeezing together and pulling his shoulders forward, feet kicking against the slippery shower tiles. The husky made odd gulping sounds, half chokes, his head pulled forward, paw shoving back against Matt, the movements of his tongue making it seem to Matt that he was pushing even deeper, the tip of his cock pressing against the husky's muzzle somewhere deep.

Finally Matt felt himself begin to relax, and slid back, panting for breath and sitting up in the shower spray. The husky let him go. Matt couldn't believe it. What the hell had just happened? He never did this kind of thing, never could. And now he'd got a giant straight dog to blow him in the gym showers. This was nuts. He looked up at the husky, who stared back at him with wide, almost panicked eyes, clearly just as shocked by this as Matt had been. The floor between his knees was spattered with white that was slowly sliding toward the drain; sometime during the blowjob, he'd climaxed. Matt felt with some relief his cock sliding all the way back into his sheath, all thoughts of lust and desire fleeing him. He stood up, letting the water run through his fur, cleaning it out.

The husky got to his feet too, still looking slightly stunned. "My... my name's Devon?" he said as if uncertain. Matt couldn't avoid noticing the dog was still hard.

He nodded. "Thanks for a good time, Devon."

The dog just stared at him. "How... how did you just do that? That's amazing!"

A deep voice from across the room said, "Well, what the fuck is goin' on in here?"

Matt turned to look and felt his gut seize in fear: two huge, nude wolves, obviously pro bodybuilders and bigger than the husky by far, were standing in the entrance. How much had they seen? They lumbered in, thick thighs rolling around each other in a weightlifter's gait, but they were moving toward the husky who, Matt noticed, had rather quickly lost his erection.

One of the wolves put a finger on the husky's chest, and the dog's ears went back, his tail curling between his thighs. "You botherin' this little guy, queerboy?" one said.

The otter knew he had to speak up. "Er... no, guys. He wasn't botherin' me. Just, you know how it is. Sometimes happens when you're lifting. Happens to the best of us, right?" He moved to the side, hoping they'd let him leave.

The other wolf growled low. "Maybe." Suddenly he sniffed the air. "What's that smell? Is that...?" His thick sheath started swelling of its own accord.

"You see?" Matt offered, as a pair of red lupine shafts began rising before him. "To the best of us." And then he slipped to one side and bolted for the locker room.

To his immense relief, no one followed, and he was able to dress quickly and head out, but as he passed by the entrance to the showers on his way out, he heard low moans resonating in the room. He did not dare to look.

* * *

Matt's mind was racing as he drove straight home. How could this kind of thing happen to him? He wasn't a stud, no model or rock star. But he'd just got a blow job from another guy whose name he hadn't even known in a gym shower. The constant arousal, harder erections, even the increased amount of cum and pre he seemed to be producing could be explained by the Wellbutrin, but to be literally pounced by a complete stranger who claimed to be straight? There was no explanation for that!

He tugged at his shirt, which was pulling at his arms and chest uncomfortably. You're just reading into it, he told himself. Clearly that was one repressed puppy; a lot of bodybuilders couldn't deal with their latent homosexuality. They all claimed to be straight, but it stood to reason that anyone spending that much time looking at and trying to achieve male beauty had to develop some kind of appreciation for it. So yeah, maybe he'd just been at the right place at the right time for all that husky's gay repression to give way. Placebo effect, that's what this was. He was trying to attribute anything and everything different than normal to the drug he'd taken.

The otter grunted, pulling down at the legs of his gym shorts, which were riding up uncomfortably, chafing a bit at his inner thighs. He felt his paw brush against his crotch, and then it swelled. "Oh no," he told it. That was definitely enough for today. He made himself think about work again, and how stressful it had been, and all the shit he was going to have to put up with when he went in on Monday. He thought about that asshole anteater from Accounting who gave him orders as if Matt were his own personal assistant. What a dickweed. Yeah, this was working. Matt felt the pressure in his shorts subside. He sighed in relief, though his balls ached a little. Probably were overtaxed, the poor little things. He couldn't get wait to get home and relax. And get a protein shake. Always gotta drink one of those within an hour after lifting, no matter how awful they taste.

His stomach rumbled. Good grief, he was hungrier than he thought. He must have burned off a lot of calories lifting at the gym - it had been a lot more weight than he was used to - and then the sex in the shower afterward. Maybe he shouldn't wait until he got home for the nasty butterscotch-flavored thing, just stop and grab some lunch on the way back. His stomach growled again, and he burped. He suddenly felt as if he were starving; cravings for fat and protein and starches clawed at his insides. His belly felt hollow and raw. Yeah. Definitely stop and get some food now; suddenly it was almost all he could think about. There was a burger joint a few blocks down the road. He headed that way and pulled into the drivethru.

"Clath mah hufpsel yum?" squawked the drivethru speaker.

Matt scanned the order menu. Everything looked delicious: cold chocolate shakes, crisp, salty steak fries, and fat burgers bulging with glistening meat. Drool ran down the corner of his muzzle. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I'll have a half-pounder with bacon and swiss, in a combo." His stomach growled louder. "Uh, better make it two... no, three of those." Maybe Stetson would want one, he told himself. Never mind Stetson hated burgers. Come to think of it, so did he. But right now, they sounded like steaming heaven on a toasted sesame seed bun.

"Dumsy wuff stoo sigh?"

"Supersize?" Matt paused. "Yeah... why not?"

* * *

Stetson busied himself over the kitchen sink while waiting for his boyfriend to get back from the gym. What had gotten into that otter this morning? Could it really be the medication he'd got from the doctor? If so, Stetson intended to send that woman a fruit basket. Still, he'd never heard of any medication having that much of an effect on libido. Matt was like a teenager, maybe even worse.

Huh, maybe that was it. Most guys learn how to deal with their raging hormones when they're teenagers, learn how to control them and not be controlled by them. But if Matt had always had low libido, he would never have learned how to deal with them. So now he had a normal, healthy male's reproductive urges, but no coping mechanisms for suppressing them. Stetson nodded to himself. That had to be it.

He scrubbed out the greasy frying pan he'd made up the omelettes in this morning. It was nice to see Matt with a healthy appetite for once, as well. The otter was always complaining that he didn't grow in the gym, but he never ate well enough to support his growth. Poor guy. He wanted to be big so badly. The rabbit wasn't entirely sure why, but it was a driving force for Matt. He had to give him props, though. A lot of guys would nod at Stetson's own build, which was a combination of a moderate amount of exercise at his job, and a natural inclination toward being slightly built, and they'd go on and on about how they really needed to start going to the gym, needed to get in shape, start lifting, yadda yadda yadda. But none of them would ever do it. Matt hit the gym four times a week like clockwork, and even though he never seemed to get anywhere, he never quit going. That, at least, was worthy of respect.

Stetson rinsed out the frying pan and put it in the draining rack, and then his ears caught the sound of the side door opening. He almost turned, assuming it must be Matt, but then he caught the reflection of the intruder in the glass of a photograph above the sink, and it was definitely not his boyfriend - the reflection showed a thickly built character, someone broad and tough looking. He froze, his lapine heart racing with the prey panic innate to his species. Run, his mind told him. Instead he reached slowly over to the draining rack and took out the knife he'd used earlier to chop onions. He watched the glass as the figure came into the kitchen.

"Hey, hon," a voice said. It sounded like Matt, but the voice was a little deeper. The rabbit turned around, fingers gripping the handle of the knife tightly.

If it wasn't Matt, the resemblance was uncanny. The otter standing there wore Matt's face and clothes, but the clothes didn't fit him very well. His t-shirt was stretched tightly across a broad chest, the bumps of his nipples clear through the taut fabric. The sleeves bunched up around healthy, round biceps, wrinkled at broad shoulders. His shorts were riding up on thick thighs, each of the muscles bulging prominently through the otter's short fur, above rounded calves. Hell, even his tail looked thicker and bulgier. He held out what appeared to be an empty bag that said Barnyard Burgers on the front.

"I got you a burger," he said, with an apologetic look on his muzzle, "but I ate it. Sorry. I was just crazy hungry."

Stetson felt himself nod. "S'okay."

The large otter pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down in it. He tried to cross his legs, one over the other. Matt always sat that way, and Stetson had always tried to get him to stop, telling him hooking one knee behind the other like that looked effeminate, but Matt had persisted, just saying he felt more comfortable sitting that way, and he didn't care what anyone else thought. But this otter couldn't cross his legs like that; the bulges of his thighs pressed against each other. He tried a couple times, frowning a little, then set his foot back down, settling for sitting with his knees close together. "Guess I'm still a little stiff from the gym today," he said. Then he frowned. "Though I didn't do any leg exercises. Huh."

"M... Matt?" Stetson asked. He realized there was a real danger of him dropping the knife, possibly on his foot, so he put it back in the draining rack.

"Yeah?" The otter leaned one elbow on the table, and then tugged at his shirt

sleeves as if they were bothering him, which, considering the fit, they probably were.

So it really was Matt. Of course it was. It had to be. But... what had happened? "How... how did it go?" Stetson tried to sound casual, as if nothing was wrong. No reason to alarm the otter.

Matt's face lit up. "Oh my god," he said. "You'll never believe what happened."

"I... I think I might," Stetson heard himself croak. He needed a chair. "Try me." He went over to the other side of the table and sat down.

The otter nodded, turning to face him, his paws splayed as he always did when he was telling a story he'd rehearsed beforehand. "Okay, so, the pills have made me really horny, right? I mean, I came last night, then again this morning, and then with you on the table."

"Yes," Stetson said. Oh god, yes.

"Okay, so I was thinking that had to be it, that there's no way I'd be ready to go again, so I'm at the gym lifting, and I guess it was because I was doin' so well, because I started getting' off on how much better I was doing. So I'm thinking oh shit, I can't have a boner in front of all these guys, so I go off to the showers to cool off, yeah? And this friggin' giant husky comes in all naked, and I'm standing there with a boner, freaking out, thinking he's gonna, I dunno, beat me up or something. But he's cool, and then he starts sniffing the air. And then guess what two things he does?"

Stetson just shook his head. "No idea."

"He tells me he's straight, and then he freakin' blows me right there in the shower." The otter paused, grinning at him broadly, waiting for the look of disbelief, which fortunately Stetson was still wearing from before.

"You... you got a blow job from a straight guy in the gym showers," Stetson repeated. Despite his confusion, he felt himself getting a little excited, a stiffness in his sheath.

The otter nodded emphatically. "I know, it's crazy, huh?"

"You're damn right, it's crazy," Stetson said. "What if you'd gotten caught? You could have lost your membership, or even been arrested! What were you thinking?"

The otter looked down. "Well, I mean, I knew it was a bad idea, but I just couldn't help it. I was so freakin' horny. And it kinda didn't matter anyway. There was nothing I could do. That husky was twice my size and he basically held me down." He frowned, staring at his forearm, tilting his head a little.

"So he raped you? Is that what you're saying?" Stetson could barely believe what he was hearing; he probably wouldn't have if he weren't already having to believe what he was seeing.

The otter shook his head. "No, it's only rape if you don't want it." His ears twitched. "And I wanted it sooooo bad. Nothing like that's ever happened to me before!" He twisted his forearm from side to side, making a fist, making the thick muscles bunch up hard, stretching his skin tight. Then he looked up with a puzzled expression. "Do... do I look bigger to you?"

Stetson felt his lower jaw drop a little. "Do you..." he trailed off. "Get up. Come with me."

The table creaked as the otter leaned on it slightly, getting up from his chair. Stetson led him back to the bedroom and showed him his reflection in the closet mirror.

Matt - he finally had to accept it really was Matt - frowned, as if he didn't know what he was seeing, then gaped. "I... I grew again? I mean, I mean..." he staggered over to the bed and sat down heavily on it. Stetson quickly sat next to him and put his arm around his boyfriend's back, feeling strange new bulges there under the tightly-stretched t-shirt. He squeezed a little, feeling the resistance. Matt shook his head. "Okay, this morning I noticed I looked bigger, and you did too, and I thought, you know, maybe I'd really been making progress all along and was just in denial, but now... well, I guess there's only one thing that could have caused it."

Then he told Stetson a story about going to a sports nutrition store, and having an accident, and swallowing a bunch of random stuff that wasn't supposed to work. Stetson listened quietly. If he weren't sitting next to a boyfriend who was now much larger than he was twenty-four ago, he'd never have believed it, but physical proof was hard to argue with.

"So why didn't you go to poison control?" Stetson asked when he had finished.

Matt shrugged, the push of those broad shoulders bumping against the rabbit. "All the stuff in those ingredients is junk, you know, snake oil."

"Clearly not."

The otter nodded, getting up. He turned to the mirror again, staring up and down at himself, then curled a bicep up into a flex. The shirt sleeve stretched tight around a bicep that balled up slightly smaller than a tennis ball. He clearly lost some kind of battle to keep a broad grin from spreading across his face. "This is awesome!"

Concerned as he was, Stetson had to agree; this newly built otter was pretty damned hot. And it was great seeing Matt get what he'd always wanted so badly. Still, maybe he should encourage Matt to check out a doctor, just to be sure. This kind of thing could have disastrous side effects, maybe even cancer. He'd have to talk the otter into making an appointment as soon as possible, even if it---

He lost his train of thought as Matt gripped the bottom of his shirt and lifted, no more like peeled the tee from his body and tossed it onto the bed, revealing a thick, heavy chest and below it a magnificent set of taut, rounded, lightly-furred abs. "Holy shit," the otter murmured. Stetson was inclined to agree. Matt flexed his chest, and the pair of pecs lifted and bulged huge. "I didn't even know how to do that before!" the otter exclaimed. "I mean, move my chest by itself. Now I can feel it, make it move!"

Stetson nodded, and got up, walking over and putting his paws on the round chest, brushing his fingers through the short fur. "It's very, very nice, but don't you think that--" he broke off. Something odd was sticking up from the waistband of Matt's shorts. "What's this?" He reached down and brushed it with a thumb, and Matt gasped.

"Come on, you've seen that before, it's my..."

Stetson pulled Matt's shorts down to his knees, then stared. "Sheath?!" It was. Matt's sheath had grown significantly, climbing up toward his new abs until the lip of it just barely protruded above his waistband, though granted, the loose shorts the otter usually wore tended to ride rather low on his hips.

The otter's fingers slid down to brush against the furry sleeve. He gasped, and the muscles across his back went tense in response. "It's bigger," he said slowly. About an inch and a half bigger, by Stetson's estimation, and as his fingers brushed against it, the pink tip of his cock poked up from the end. The otter groaned, then, and pulled his shorts back up, cinching the waistband tight above the top of his sheath.

"What's wrong?"

Matt shook his head. "Trying to keep from getting... aroused. I mean, I came three times today before I even left, and then I could barely work out, I was so horny... then I got blown in the shower, and then on the way home I had to run for a public restroom and cum again." He sighed heavily through his nose.

Stetson felt his own sheath thickening at the thought. He pawed at it reflexively and felt it pulse satisfyingly in his fingers. "Well, none of that sounds so bad. Sounds pretty nice, actually."

His otter grinned weakly. "Yeah, it was all very, very nice. Seemed to get better each time. But I don't know. I don't really want to lose control, you know? I'm feeling better now. I'm supposed to take that Wellbutrin twice a day, and I didn't take it this morning, so I guess it's wearing off. Otherwise, just from... just from looking at myself in the mirror, or having you pull down my shorts, or maybe from nothing at all, I'd probably be doing you hard against the bed right now, whether you wanted it or not."

Oh gods, yes. Stetson felt his erection pushing up uncomfortably into his shorts, the fabric dragging along the tip. "Well, you don't need to worry about that, Matt. I always want it."

"Even if it's five times a day?" Matt asked. "Or more, if I had taken my second dose this morning?"

Stetson licked his lips. "Yeah, I think so. Even then."

Matt grinned at him. "Randy little fucker. But all the same, I think I should take it easy, yeah? Re-evaluate. There's apparently a lot happening to me now that we don't understand and can't explain. I can maybe ask the doctor for a lower dosage or something."

Stetson nodded slowly, feeling a slight disappointment. "Yeah, that's probably for the best, I suppose." He paused. "So... you're really not feeling horny at all right now?"

"A little," the otter said. "But just until I get a grip on things, can we wait until tomorrow?"

"Sure," Stetson said.

"Thanks." Matt stood up, rather obviously ogling his new beefy bod in the mirror. "I'm gonna go make a protein shake; I forgot to have it after the gym."

"Okay." Stetson watched that wider back sway as the otter left without a shirt, which was a victory in and of itself. Matt had always been far too self-conscious to go without a shirt; he didn't even like being looked at shirtless by Stetson. Well, he didn't have anything to be self-conscious about now. He was positively beefy. Okay, not bodybuilder level, but he had the whole club body thing going on, nearly as built as Stetson himself. Stetson resolved to talk to him tonight about making an appointment to see the doctor, and maybe also heading back to the sports nutrition store to find out what exactly had been in all those supplements he'd taken.

He did feel really disappointed that Matt didn't want to take the Wellbutrin anymore, though. Their relationship hadn't been suffering, exactly, but the lack of physical intimacy wasn't making it any better. And Matt was never going to learn how to deal with his new urges if he just tried to squash them down whenever they arose. He thought for a moment or two. What he was considering was probably a really bad idea, and if Matt found out about it, it might even hurt his trust in him, but damn it, sometimes in a relationship you just have to make an executive decision.

Stetson got to his feet and went into the bathroom. The little orange bottle sat on the counter. He opened the cap and shook a pale blue, round pill into his palm. This was for Matt's own good, he told himself. And for them, for the relationship. He'd slip it into something at dinner, something Matt would be likely to swallow whole and not chew. A sardine, yeah. And tomorrow, well, they'd just have to see what happened.

* * *

"Coming to bed, hon?" Stetson called.

"Yeah, just a minute." Matt was still staring at himself in the mirror. He was gorgeous, if he said so himself. Or, well, thought so himself. He had an underwear model build, almost, and his sheath was nice and plump. Even his balls were bigger, round, and large around as a couple of small chicken eggs, pulling the skin of his furred sac tight around them. He brushed his fingers over his abs, feeling their hard curves, then shuddered as his sheath visibly plumped. No. Not tonight. He had to stop doing this until tomorrow at least, try to get control of himself. Maybe he'd limit himself to... five times a day. Yeah, that should be enough.

If you can do it that many times, his brain told him. Remember, without the Wellbutrin, you're not really interested are you.

Yeah, but there's no point in being sex-crazed.

Why not compromise? Take half a pill instead of a whole. Stetson will be pleased, and you'll be frisky, but able to control it. Yeah.

He opened the pill bottle, shook out a pill, and then bit it in half. It was bitter, absolutely foul on his tongue. He filled a glass of water and chugged it down as quickly as he could.

"Okay, coming!" he said. He looked up and down his new body in the mirror one last time, then headed, completely naked, for bed, thick tail swaying contentedly behind him.