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Amber's 69 First Dates

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Luis

by Dissident Love

All Rights Reserved

November 2010

As If Anyone Cares

Dear Diary,

Well, I was right, kind of. There were still guys in school

willing to give me a chance, in spite of what had happened.

Unfortunately, it didn't go quite the way he expected, or

maybe it did go exactly as he expected, it's hard to be sure,

but word definitely got around when the janitor had to call

the fire department to get him out of the bleachers.

Then the graffiti started. It's really badly drawn,

but you can definitely it's me, and there's a giant

balloon with a smiley face on it. Some of them are

also a little more graphic when it comes to explaining

why the balloon is so big.

God, this is pissing me off.

It's not all bad, though, Diary. I mean, I have also

been getting notes in my locker. Nice ones. Most

of them mention "I don't want to tell my friends I like you,"

which doesn't exactly make me feel better, but I

suppose I can't blame them TOO much. School

can be harsh if you're different. I like some of the looks

I'm getting now.

I just hate the rest of them.

Mom took me to the doctor's today, got me a prescription

for some lotion which is supposed to help with the

size problem. I was totally grossed out when she

said that it was what Dad used, which is WAY MORE

than I needed to know about them, but I guess

I come by this honestly.

I got their bottle, since the pharmacy was closed

That's gross.

I'll get to try it out tonight. I don't know what his

name is, though. He just walked up to me, and

gave me a rose, and bleated. He's a cute little

goatboy who just moved here from Mexico, I

don't think he speaks a lot of English. I picked

up enough of what he was saying, though. I think.

"Are you sure you want to try this again so quickly, hon?" Amber's mother was a kitteh, just like her daughter, and despite her age had never grown out of the oversized paws, overly-floppy ears and enormous eyes. The overall effect was what she often called 'thermonuclear cuteness', and it served her well in the catering business. Right now, the glossy eyes were wide with concern.

"Mom, I doubt we'll even get past a kiss tonight."

"Learned your lesson, did you?"

Amber's face clouded, then fell, and she sighed. "I know you don't approve of what I did with Alex..."

"Alex, I can sort of understand. You were both young, and it's normal to experiment, see what your bodies can do, and you couldn't have known THAT would happen, but that poor boy in the bleachers was... you know..." She made vague gestures with her hands.

"Hey, that was his idea! I was trying to HIDE from boys!"

"Exactly, it was his idea, and you didn't want to do it. That's sexual assault, dear, and..."

"Mom, who the hell is going to look at that picture and think he assaulted ME?"

One of the firemen had snapped a Polaroid during the rescue, and thanks to the wonders of the Internet, Amber had seen three copies of it just at school. The two felines stared at eachother, and sighed together. Her mom smiled a small smile, and gave her daughter a hug.

"It'll be all right, dear. Alex is fine, the other boy is fine. Did you ever learn his name?"

"Nope."

Her mom chuckled. "You're growing up so fast."

"Up and out."

"Oh, stop."

Amber turned back to her closet, her mom sitting on her bed. The teen herm was trying to find something appropriate to wear for the date, and her mother was helping whether or not it was needed. The boy had managed to get across that he would pick her up at her place at six, and Amber wanted to bring him in to meet her parents, and help clear a few things up since Amber's father spoke a reasonable amount of Spanish.

"How about this?" Amber turned towards her mother, holding an outfit against her body. The sweater was black with tiny glass chips speckling the front like a starry sky, and the skirt hanging below it was a deep burgundy, velvety and soft.

Her mother eyed them critically. "It doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."

"Unelss I wear an eighteenth century hoop skirt, nothing will."

"We can go buy one."

"YOU stop now."

"Well, the sweater's nice. You always looked good in black. And I guess that's about as muted as we're going to get you, down there." The skirt was loose and flowing, and the velvet draped very nicely. If her daughter was always going to look like she was trying to store a collection of large autumn produce between her thighs, there really wasn't a lot that could realistically be done short of locking her in her room, which her father kept suggesting.

Amber rolled her eyes. "Please, mom. This is the only boy who's ever asked me out where other people could see him. Can't you just try to let me pretend I'm not a complete freak?"

"You are not a freak!" The anger in her mother's voice surprised them both. "You're different, that's undeniable, but everyone's different. Your friend, the one with the boobs, no-one calls her a freak, right?"

"No, they call her easy."

"But not a freak." The older kitteh stood up. She was taller than Amber, and slimmer, with curves that no-one would look twice to check out on the street. Sometimes Amber was jealous of her mom's humble appearance. "It's just that you're in high school, and being different in high school is one of the hardest things you have to go through. My friend Georgia from college is a herm, and she fit in as well as anyone, but she had some horror stories from high school, too. She's married now, two kids. The difference between being a freak and being normal is just a matter of timing."

Amber nodded. She was happy with her body, and she was coming to grips with public opinion, but she knew her mother had to make speeches. Her night just wasn't complete without them. "I know, mom. Thanks."

The kittehs hugged, and then Amber was left alone to change. She looked longingly out the window, wondering what sort of car he drove, and hoping that he was different, too. It would be nice to not be alone.

---

Truthfully, Luis Gutrema wasn't entirely sure what was going on. He'd been at Circe High for less than a week, but he'd already made a few friends, and that morning they had all excitedly told him that one of the girls in school had a massive crush on him.

"Louie, dude," one of them was saying frantically, "she's gorgeous, man! Every guy in school has thought about her at some point, and here she tells her friend that she likes that new kid. The new kid is you, dude!"

After someone brought out the slab-like translating dictionary and looked up a few words, Luis nodded. He didn't think there'd be anyone who'd be interested in him, certainly not so soon. He was short, and skinny, and he felt that his horns weren't nearly manly enough. His grey fur was tinged with a bluish hue he'd never been able to bleach out, and as much as he brushed it every morning and every night it still remained largely shaggy and uncontrollable.

But now, the three boys from his Remedial English class were urging him down the hallway, with a rose in his hand. "Dude, she's not much taller than you, so don't worry about that. And she's a kitty, or a kitter, or a kitteh, or something. They're wild in the sack, dude!" 'Dude' wasn't in any of his translating dictionaries, but he assumed it was a colloquial term of trust and endearment.

They rounded a corner, and the strong guiding hands on his shoulders stopped him. "There she is."

After some surreptitious pointing, he figured out which one it was. He'd hoped it was the busty cheerleader with the balcony he could hide under during a rainstorm, but it turned out to be the girl standing next to her. He eyes her face appreciatvely, unable to deny that she was certainly very pretty, and curvy in her own right. When his eyes wandered down to check out her legs, they got stopped en route by her bulging skirts.

He took one step back, bleating nervously, but the hands guiding him were irresistable. "Dude, don't worry, ok? Yeah, she's a herm, but she's not as big as she looks, ok? She doesn't even like to use it on guys, everyone knows that. Just close your eyes and pretend it isn't there. She likes you, man! See, look, she's looking this way!"

Once they had gotten him up to speed, the three kids from Remedial English laughed and high-fived as their guided missile of love headed for his target. "Dude, do you think he'll go through with it?"

"Dude, she IS hot. There's no way he'll say no, and there's no way she'll say no."

"Dude, do you think it was mean not to tell him what happened to the others?"

"No, dude. I think it's hilarious."

Farther down the hall, there was a bleat as Luis handed the pretty girl a rose.

---

"He's here!"

Amber skipped downstairs, heavily-reinforced undergarments straining hard to keep her anatomy under control. Custom-ordered with carbon-fibre-strengthened panels, they were something that no self-respecting hyper could live without, although Amber was loathe to admit that, just perhaps, it was time to start wearing them. She was pleased to discover on the website that she was not ordering from the 'Extra-Large' size category yet. Her mind boggled at what some girls must live with!

Patented Cross-Bracing Minimizers digging into her hips and thighs, she scampered to the front door, beating her mother by mere moments. She pulled open the door, a little breathless, and smiled her most winningest please-don't-run-away-from-me smile at the boy standing there. He had somehow acquired a black suit that, Amber had to admit, really made him look considerably more dashing than before, like a little Mafia hitman. He was shuffling one foot nervously, and he clutched a small bouquet of yellow lilies as though his life depended on it. His eyes widened when the door was opened suddenly, and gave a startled bleat.

"Hi!" Amber said brightly, standing back and beckoning for him to come inside. Her mother immediately took pity on the boy, who looked as if he was about to be hit by a train, and if he listened to the school gossip he wouldn't be too far off the mark. "Are those for me?"

For a moment he looked as if he was going to take a step back, but he braced himself, and stepped across the threshhold. "For you," he said, enunciating slowly and carefully, though the accent was still very present. He held the flowers forward, and she took them gratefully, pressing them against her bosom. His eye twitched, and Amber's mother rolled her eyes.

"Well, take your shoes off, dear," said the older feline, taking a step back, "and come on inside for a little bit." She glanced down, though, and saw that he wasn't wearing shoes, preferring just his own hooves. "Well, come in anyways. Amber, come help me for a second?"

Luis was heading slowly down the hallway when her mom pulled Amber into the laundry room. "Dear, please don't mess with the poor boy, all right? He clearly likes you, though he's definitely not nearly as... assertive, as those others. Please?"

Amber smiled. "Don't worry! I'm just trying to make him feel comfortable, loosen him up."

"He looks wound tight enough to play Mozart on."

"Tight, you say..."

"AMBER!"

Winking slyly, she turned and headed into the living room where Luis was obviously doing his best impression of someone trying to avoid being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus. He stood stock still, very carefully not staring at Amber's father who was sitting in his armchair reading the paper. When Amber came up beside him, the petite goat looked up, almost pleadingly.

"Dad, this is... actually, I didn't get his name out of him earlier, which is sort of one of the reasons I invited him over."

Amber's father looked up, face carefully blank. "I see."

As different from Amber and her mother as was possible, he was tall, broad, and sleek doberman, and even sitting he was nearly as tall as Luis. His genetically-ingrained default expression of barely-concealed fury was not doing anything to put the boy at ease. Amber took his hand, and patted it once. "It's ok, he's really not that scary."

Luis nodded, understanding the tone of her voice, but having a hard time getting over millions of years of instinct to be afraid of anything with more teeth than a chainsaw. "H-h-hello," he said.

Amber's father stood up, pointed ears scant inches from the ceiling, and stared down at the three other, and considerably shorter, people in the room. The tension seemed to drag out, until he extended his own hand. "Buenas noches. ¿Puedo preguntarle su nombre?"

Luis jerked, then shook the offered hand. "Gutrema Luis, señor. Es muy agradable conocer por fin alguien que habla mi idioma!"

"What's he saying?"

"He says his name is Luis Gutrema. Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to the couch. Luis sat at at one end, and Amber sat right next to him, but after a fiery glare from her mother scooted several inches away. "Now then... ¿Puedo preguntarle por qué le preguntó a mi hija?"

Luis blinked. "Yo, eh, bueno ... unos amigos en la escuela me dijo que estaba enamorado de mí, y me dijo que debía invitarla a salir."

Amber's father's expression hardened even more, if it was possible. "I see."

Luis looked around. "¿Puedo asumir que me mintió?"

"Bueno, no del todo. Mi hija se parece bastante llevarla con usted."

"What're you boys talking about?"

Amber's father looked at his wife, and then at the two kids, and sighed. "Just asking what they were going to do tonight. ¿Cuál es su plan para esta noche?"

"Pensé que podríamos ir a la Granero libro. Tienen una cafetería y un café allí, y un millón de libros, y pensé que me podría comprar mi propio diccionario para poder hacerme entender un poco más, así que esto no vuelva a suceder."

"All right. ¿Y cuáles son sus intenciones con mi hija?"

Luis looked spooked again. "Yo sólo quería tener a algún sitio agradable, y llegar a conocerla. Y a continuación, volver a casa!"

For a moment it looked as if the towering canine was about to say something else, but he just sighed, and sat back in his chair, picking up the newspaper again. "Have fun, you two."

Amber's mother cocked her head, one ear flopping over completely, but said nothing. Amber herself smiled broadly and stood up, somehow snagging one of Luis's small hands and pulling him along. "Thanks, Daddy!" With a single surprised bleat, the pair were gone, and a moment later the sound of the door slamming signaled the end of the parental involvement portion of the evening.

Her mother walked over, and sat on the arm of the doberman's armchair. "What did he tell you?"

He sighed, barrel chest heaving. "I think there was a slight misunderstanding at school, but I cleared it up. I don't think this one has anything stupid on his mind."

She nodded, clearly relieved. "Even so," her husband continued, "did she pack the lotion?"

"I made her put it in her purse, and promise to use it if anything happened, or we'd have to look into something more permanent."

He nodded, satisfied. "Good."

Slipping sideways the way only a feline can, she collapsed into his lap and purred. "So what do you want to do while she's out?"

He chuckled. "I don't know... I think you just gave away my last bottle of that stuff."

"Good."

---

Amber and Luis walked hand in hand down the driveway. She was more than happy to have gotten out of there with just a little speech from her mom and a brief interrogation from her dad. She did wonder what all had been said, since it sure sounded like a lot of words, but it had seemed to satisfy the overbearing doberman. It wasn't that he was mean, or even unpleasant to be around. In fact, few things in his life gave him as much joy as his daughter. Even so, she knew that he was fiercely protective of her and had only become moreso these last couple weeks.

They reached the street. "So where's your car?"

Luis looked at her, uncomprehending, until she made a steering-wheel motion. He shook his head, and pointed to his feet.

"Oh, you walked here? Wow." In spite of her promise to her mother and herself to not do anything naughty, she had found herself hoping that his car had a wide back seat. She then had to stifle another naughty thought, and force herself not to glance at his pants. "Well, I'm up for that. Where are we going?"

He panicked for a second, before remembering the few bits he'd rehearsed. "Book Barn," he said, pronouncing it like 'nuke burn'.

She clapped her paws together in front of her. "Sweet! I love Book Barn. My mom doesn't like me drinking coffee, even though I tell her it's supposed to stunt my growth. You really don't know what I'm saying, do you?"

Luis smiled, not knowing what she was saying, though he did know the word 'coffee', and she seemed happy, so he was happy as well. It was not easy to not glance down his muzzle to examine her skirts, for she surely did seem to be smaller than she had looked at school, which was reassuring. He was not against the idea of being with a herm, but hypers made him nervous!

"I can probably tell you almost anything, can't I?"

He looked up and saw her staring at the evening sky while she spoke. From her tone, she seemed to be describing the stars that were coming out, sparkling in the indigo ocean above them. He smiled and nodded.

"That's good. It's nice to have someone to talk to. You have a cute ass."

He nodded again, and squeezed her hand once. They reached the end of the block and turned onto the major road that would take them to that mecca of suburbia, the mega-mini-mall. Luis was good with maps, and had memorized the route, as well as any fun places to stop on the way home, like ice cream parlours or museums.

"You're a lot smaller than the other boys I've been with."

Or maybe the flower shop. He'd always believed that flowers weren't just for special occasions, but for every day. They looked beautiful, smelled peaceful, and always brightened up a room.

"Still, that might be a good thing, one of them said smaller people can generally handle more."

Back in his village, before the move to the States and the considerably better-paying job his mother had gotten, he had picked flowers every day from the endless hillsides for the kitchen table.

"Of course, I've got this lotion in my purse that's supposed to keep me from doing anything stupid or dangerous, so if anything does happen, you should be fine."

He nodded again, wishing he knew what she was saying. Her voice was so sweet, not at all like the felines back home who tended to growl and rasp, though alluringly. He had a good memory, though, and he intended to look up most of those words when they got to the Book Barn.

The blocks passed, with Amber commenting on the weather, Luis's suit, and her persistent medical problems. They were within sight of the Book Barn when Luis finally realized that perhaps she wasn't talking about what he thought she was talking about.

"See, they've got this carbon-fibre cross-weave that works to sort of lift and support everything, but it's really starting to rub me the wrong way, figuratively and literally." She patted her lap to show what she meant, her tiny hand just driving home the sheer size of her nethers. "If I didn't like you this much, I'd have ditched them at the gas station back there, but I don't want to COMPLETELY terrify you."

He nodded again, wondering exactly what it was she was describing. She seemed to be complaining, from her tone, but he couldn't imagine what she was complaining about, unless it was how burdensome her spectacular curves were. He was curious what it must be like to have an extra ten... twenty... thirty pounds attached to oneself, and not want to use it. He had to admit, though, it was doubtful the boy existed who would ever want to take on that!

But wait, what was it Amber's father had said...?

"Here we are!"

They walked into the Book Barn, and Luis was struggling to hold onto his train of thought. Those boys had given him the flower and aimed them at this girl, telling him that she had a crush on him. She didn't have a crush on him, as it turned out, but she was going out with him nonetheless. She was gorgeous, but obviously single. They had assured her that she didn't like to involve her maleness in her relationships, but... but they had been laughing an awful lot.

They were ordering their coffees when the puzzle pieces clicked, and he bonked his forehead against a display of Stardoe's holiday musical selections. He had been so stupid, and blinded by such a pretty face and gorgeous body. It had been a prank, a prank on the new kid.

He looked over at Amber. Well, who said he couldn't try to enjoy himself?

"Thanks," he said, using one of his stock English words, taking his beverage from her. He sipped it, and tasted something with a hint of cinnamon and an overwhelming head of whipped cream. Amber giggled.

"Uhm, you've got a bit of... on your... beard... thing..." she said, dabbing at her own chin. He cocked his head cutely, and she sighed. "Here, let me."

His eyes widened and nearly fell out of his skull when she leaned in, her tiny pink tongue rasping the whipped cream moustache off of his upper lip.

"There, all better."

"Thanks," he said weakly, following her as she sauntered away from the coffee bar and into the enormous, stadium-like bookstore.

For an hour, they wandered through the shelves. At his earliest opportunity, he snagged a pocket Spanish-English dictionary and started to look up some of the words that she had spoken earlier. His spelling was haphazard, but he picked out enough to confuse himself thoroughly. He wasn't sure what carbon-fibre had to do with anything, or firetrucks, or lotion, or graffiti, although he was pretty sure he knew what she meant by hormonal imbalance now.

When he looked up "nice" and "ass", he blushed from the compliment and bleated in fear at what it implied.

"Is that book helping?"

After a few pageflips, he nodded. "Yes, thanks." He flipped around a little bit more, nodded to himself, and said "You are pretty."

She stopped and turned, eyes wide. "Why... thank you, Luis. I... you know, no-one's ever said that to me before, not to my face. And you, you look very handsome in your suit."

Flip flip flip.

"Thanks. My best clothes."

They smiled to eachother, communicating for the first time, and continued walking through the stacks. Amber showed Luis her favorite section, the Sci-Fi/Romance aisle, and he showed her his preferred sections of Cooking and Westerns. There were quite a few Spanish language books in those sections, so it was no surprise when he picked one out.

While they ambled, Amber began to wonder why he kept looking up words without speaking. She hoped he wasn't looking up the things she'd said earlier! She knew her memory wasn't anywhere nearly good enough to attempt that, and although she didn't hope he was a moron, she did hope he was just dumb enough not to remember everything she said.

Well, there was no point in being TOO coy.

"Hey, what's down this aisle?"

They turned, and she dragged one fingertip along the spines of the books, humming thoughtfully. Luis had his nose in the book, trying to figure out how to spell 'overinflated', and it took him a moment to realize that they had strayed into the Sexual Health aisle. It was a surprisingly long aisle, full of people who were either trying to act like they had gotten there by accident, or full of couples who were standing unusually close to eachother and giggling.

"Cool! I think my mom has this book," she said, tapping one at random. She turned to check out Luis, and was not surprised to see him blushing as red as a Christmas ornament. "There's gotta be something in here in Spanish for you... or maybe just something with lots of pictures."

Pictures, as it turned out, would not be a problem.

"So, Luis... I have to ask you. Uhm... here, gimme your book for a second."

She flipped through the book, leaning back against a stack of books and giving him ample time to check out the titles, as well as her body. "Ok, here goes nothing. ¿Por qué me preguntas sobre una fecha? No parece la clase de chico que me invita a salir."

His eyes widened. Her accent was terrible, sounding like a tourist who had gotten lost while looking for one of the more picturesque towns in Mexico, but it was still his language. "Si... uno, favor." He took the book back, and flipped to the back, looking for some of the easy-to-skim full sentences. "You are... gorgeous girl. Some of my friends... told me you liked me."

Her eyes widened, and her suspicions were confirmed. "Oh, really! Who were they? Do you know their names?"

He picked up the tone pretty easily. "It is ok. You... I am having fun."

She blushed prettily, and took his hand. "Well, I am, too. Er... boy, this is really difficult. Here, gimme that. Tum te tum tum tum... ¿Le dijeron de mi último novio?"

He shook his head negative.

"Well, then," she continued, leaning in close and putting her nose up against his, "I think it's picture time."

She dragged him down the aisle, past a couple of teenaged bois who were smirking at the illustrations in a large tome, looking for a type of book she hoped existed. This aisle had everything imaginable, she even saw a book for coupling feral dragons, and she knew that hardly a dozen of them even LIVED in this country. "No, no, no, no, no, n... YES!"

She bounced up and down, underwear giving a warning creak, and removed the book from a high shelf. It was a surprisingly slim tome, much smaller than she'd thought it would be, but the cover made it absolutely clear that it was the book for her. No matter what, she thought to herself, this book is coming home with me.

"Do you know what this is?" She showed him the cover of the book. He flipped through his dictionary a bit, sorting out the title. His eyes grew wider with every discovery, and he gulped audibly when he finished.

"Hyper: Too Much Love," he said, and then bleated. The cover of the book was a dark, tarnished gold, with two black embossed silhouettes below the title. It was very clear that the man and the woman pictured obviously had trouble finding clothes that fit. He looked up at her, and then down at parts of her. "Wow."

She chuckled, and started paging through it. "Let's see... hmm, here we go." She held the book open and showed him the illustration.

Everyone else in the aisle turned at the sound of a loud, accented bleat, and the unmistakable coconut-like sound of a skull bouncing off of a wooden shelf.

"Oh, God, Luis! Are you ok? Hello? Sweetie?" Amber kneeled next to him, military-specification underwear straining mightily, and fanned him with the book. "I didn't mean that's what WE have to do, it was just a picture! I'm not even a horse, it's ok!"

There was tittering laughter from all around them, and Luis opened his eyes. He stared up at the pretty kitty that had taken a chance on a skinny, barely-lingual new kid, although there were strange images floating across his vision at the same time. Images he didn't think were possible, but which seemed not altogether unpleasant.

"Beautiful flower," he said, falling back on the words he'd learned on the airplane trip across the border.

Amber's eyes widened, and she chuckled to herself. She leaned down, and planted her first kiss, what she considered to be her first real kiss, on his lips. She'd not expected her first real kiss to be in the sex book aisle at Book Barn, but she supposed there were worse places than that.

She didn't pull away, and he didn't seem to be in any hurry for the kiss to end. She thought they might stay there until closing time, until after the lights had been turned out, until they were alone, but she was brought back to reality by a painful and growing pressure.

Uh oh, she thought to herself.

Carbon-fibre-reinforced panels were straining, holding back the incredible forces her biology struggled to put into effect. The tingle of the swelling was familiar and welcome, as was the faint gurgle of her heavy round seed factories kicking into gear, but she was not expecting the resultant strain on her hips and thighs. The undergarments were certainly keeping her growth in check, but at the expense of the rest of her captive bodyparts. Her knees started to slide apart on the carpeted floor as the room available under her skirts vanished.

She sat up suddenly, wincing as her butt came to rest on her expanding sac. "Er... will you... excuse me for a second? I..." She flipped through the picture book quickly, thrust the book into his hands, and scampered off down the aisle, wobbling awkwardly.

He looked down at the book, and then at his dictionary. He flipped a few times until he had the whole sentence figured out.

"Chapter Seven: Uncontrollable Arousal-Induced Growth."

Oh dear.

Amber banged loudly into the bathroom, hunched over slightly, clutching her purse to her midsection. One leg was starting to cramp up, and she could feel one of the wide, soft straps yanking uncomfortably into her kidneys. "Mom, I'm gonna get you for this," she said to no-one in particular. The bathroom was empty, which was a small blessing when she whipped her skirt up, pinned the hem to her chest with her chin, and surveyed the situation in the mirror.

It looked, quite naturally, like someone was trying to blow up some size ten balloons in a pair of size five pants, and it was still a toss up as to what would give first. She knew that she couldn't handle much more of this squeezing, though, and decided it was time for Plan B.

She reached behind her, found the latch that kept everything in place, made from two pieces of anodized aircraft aluminum, and pulled with all of her might. For one long second it seemed like it wouldn't give, but when it finally flipped itself free the whiplash of the straps unwinding from the strain left dents in the stalls behind her.

Amber sighed as the pressure eased, the various straps and assemblies rustled against eachother, and then the whole support system slumped to the ground around her ankles. She stared down in disdain at the construct, and then sighed wistfully. Well, it had ALMOST worked.

The mirror now showed her wearing only a pair of pink lace-trimmed undies in a size normally reserved only for the morbidly obese, with dark burgundy flesh just visible at the leg holes and waistband. She was still only at the very beginning of her growth phase, and she was still fully sheathed, but there was a definite sense of weight and plumpness. She dropped the skirts over the glory, and bane, of her existence, and retreated into a stall, dragging the now-useless support undergarments with her.

She fumbled around in her purse for the bottle of lotion, small and matte grey. It wasn't name-brand, mostly just a list of chemicals in a very doctor-looking font, but the warning label caught her eye when her mother had given it to her. 'For the reduction and management of hyperactive spontaneous tissue growth. Not for teens or the elderly. If growth persists, see your doctor and/or lawyer.'

"Well, that's reassuring." She thought of what her parents must get up to with the little bottle, and shuddered.

She squeezed a large amount into her hand, since she had a lot of surface area to cover, hiked up her skirts, and shoved the glob down into her panties. She yelped and leapt into the air, coming down on one foot and hopping back and forth. "Cold cold cold cold cold cold," she muttered to herself as she began to massage the numbing cream into her privates. It took quite a bit of work to get around and underneath everything, and she added a little bit more just in case. When she was done her package glistened rather enticingly, but she dropped her skirts back into place, adjusted herself, washed her hands and headed back out.

While trying to find the Sexual Health aisle again, she was pleased to note that most of her natural background tingling and pressure had vanished. This stuff really worked! The thought of being able to get frisky without worrying about medical bills or property damage was extremely welcome.

She giggled when she rounded the bend in the aisle and found Luis, still sitting in the middle of the floor, thumbing through the hyper book, entranced by the pictures. She approached silently, thanking her mother's heritage, and she was standing right next to him before he looked up. Sitting as he was, he was eye-level with her bulging skirts, and it was not lost on him that she seemed bigger than before. He bleated helplessly, lip trembling.

"Sorry about that," she said with a giggle, sitting down next to him, "girl stuff." It was blessedly comfortable without the armored underwear, although now everything was shifting and bobbling much more visibly. Her regular undies were design for visual appeal, not functionality. "Miss me?"

He seemed to ponder, one hand clutching his translating dictionary, the other clutching the very graphic handbook for implausibly-sized affection, and nodded. "Good book," he said weakly, though it was unclear which one he meant.

Hoping to put him at ease, she leaned in again and kissed him. "I didn't mean to scare you before," she said softly, "I just... well, no-one's ever wanted to spend time with me like this before. They just want to sort of, you know, get down to it."

The miracle of body language got most of her point across, and he nodded. He shifted both books to one hand, and then reached out to take her fuzzy paw in his. "I like your daughter," he said, realizing at the end that he'd gotten his nouns mixed up. "Er... I like you."

Her calico fur tinged to pink, darker red at the ears, and she was unable to keep the goofy grin from splitting her face. "Gosh," she breathed.

She paused, suddenly tense and alert, knowing something was wrong. Normally a boy talking to her like that, or at least her imagining a boy talking to her like that, would cause sudden and irreparable damage to her underwear, and usually force her to lay on her back, but now there was... nothing. There was the tingling, and the pressure, but everything was staying put, and staying the same size.

Her heart pounded. At last, she thought. I can stop worrying. Her eyes grew misty, and she sniffled.

Luis looked at her, flipped through his dictionary briefly, and then back to her. "Sad?"

"Oh, no no no no. Happy, actually. Muy happy. Mucho happy? Whatever." Luis found himself being gripped by the horns suddenly, his face pulled into a very forceful kiss. A small raspy tongue met his, and danced briefly, before retreating, leaving him gasping for air.

"Very happy," she said meaningfully.

"Bleat."

---

They walked, hand in hand, through the late evening. Luis had his new dictionary tucked into his back pocket, while Amber had her new sexual health book stuffed into her purse next to the miraculous lotion. They stopped at a flower shop that Amber had not known was there, and he purchased her a violet carnation which she tucked behind one ear. At a quaint curio shop he bought her a tiny soapstone carving of a kitteh that looked remarkably like her (except for a few notable differences), and she bought him a pair of purple bows. When he looked at her curiously upon leaving the store, she giggled and stuck them on his horns.

"There, all wrapped up. A present just for me."

He looked up the words, bleated, blushed, but then looked up at her and winked. Her heart skipped again, realizing that he was responding to her flirting in a positive manner. She'd managed to explain the lotion to him, after he asked her why she'd rushed off to the bathroom, and he was quite relieved. She offered to let him apply more, but when he seemed in danger of fainting again, she suggested they go for a walk.

The moon was high in the sky, and the night was brisk but not unpleasant. The farther they walked, and the longer they held hands, the more amazed she was that she hadn't experienced any size problems. She promised herself she would send the company a thank-you note, and she wondered how many hyper-couples owed their relationships to this stuff.

Then her mind wandered back to her parents, and recoiled in horror.

"Park?"

She shook her head, clearing the unpleasant and awkward thoughts, and smiled. "Sure." They had come up to one of the many entrances to Fountainview Park, which wound it's way through the neighborhood, following the serpentine curves of the creek. They turned off the sidewalk and onto the path, gravel crunching beneath their feet. Rapidly the woods darkened around them as they left the streetlights behind.

"So... did you have a girlfriend back home? Er... juanita in Mexico?"

Luis reached for the dictionary, but stopped when he realized it was too dark to read it. "Eh... one."

Amber squeezed his hand. "Sorry you had to leave her behind."

He bleated sadly, but squeezed her hand back and hazarded a sentence off the top of his head. "She is... has new boy."

"Well, that's good." She purred loudly, moving closer. "We just have to find you a new girl."

In the dim light she saw him nod, which was all the incentive she needed. "Say, what's that?" She pointed off into the distance.

Luis turned to follow her finger and saw nothing, but when he looked askance at her he found that she had somehow misplaced her sweater. Her cream-and-gold fur fairly glowed in the moonlight, making the inky blackness of her bra stand out even more. One oversized fluffy paw patted her bosom absently, and she nibbled her lip.

"What do you think?"

His jaw dropped, but no sound came out. She felt his hand quiver, and she could almost see the rest of him tense up. She was amazed at how uptight this boy was! Still, she was up to the challenge. She stepped in closer, pressing herself up against him, and he drifted back like a leaf on a breeze until he found himself up against a tree.

"Nowhere to go," Amber purred, moving in for the kill. Her lips pressed against his, her breasts pressed against his thin torso, and the impossible to ignore bulk of her loins pressed against his. His entire body tensed up like an inanimate carbon rod, and for a moment she thought he might faint again. He quivered like a violin string, but then slowly, like cold butter in a microwave, he loosened up, and before long his arms were wrapped around her body, and one of his legs had somehow snaked in behind hers as well.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to get into this," she chuckled breathlessly when she was forced to come up for air. He bleated faintly in the darkness, unable to remember why he had been nervous, or even where he lived.

Sounds of kissing and gasping filled the night air as they got to know eachother better, and Amber was continually amazed that she hadn't swelled up violently. The pressure was growing, but that was nothing new; she always felt as if she was hooked up to a hydraulic pump of love. As it was, the sensation of plumping up in her sheath not being accompanied by ripping underwear or a groaning bedframe was a new experience for her, and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest.

In a minute.

"You know something," she said, softly, kissing his cheek, "there's something... I've never... actually done..."

Tiny clawed fingers traced up his chest, and deftly began to unbotton his shirt. Not wanting to squeeze her too close lest she stop, he enjoyed himself by slipping his hands around to her sides, cupping her breasts and gently kneading. His old girlfriend had been fairly big, but Amber was a whole new level for him. Her friend at school was an order of magnitude larger still, and his mind boggled at what THAT must be like.

He chastised himself for thinking of two other girls at a time like this, but all thoughts of other females were chased hurriedly out of his brain when his shirt was fully opened and tiny kissed began to make their way down his chest, and along his belly.

In the air above Amber's head, she heard a disbelieving bleat, and she giggled while kissing his bellybutton. Giving was all well and good, but she wanted to give in other ways. Her fingers shook when she undid his belt, and she tried to retract her claws while unzipping his pants. She felt a hand softly petting her between her ears, and her purring grew louder.

"Are you... just happy to see me?" she asked, tugging at his pants and not surprised when they slipped all the way down his slender legs to his ankles. In the darkness he didn't seem terribly impressive, his underwear hardly tenting at all, but an exploratory pat with her hands solved that riddle. "Doesn't that hurt?"

His leg shifted, and suddenly he made his presence much more well known. She didn't know if he had been trying to keep himself from showing, or if boys got bent that way when they wore tight underwear, but there was nothing small about him anymore. Another tug, and he was free and exposed to the night air. She simply stared for a long moment, not having really seen one up this close before. It was smaller than hers, naturally, but she suspected that was a thought she would be having many times in her life.

The fuzzy fingers of her left hand wrapped around the base, and there was just enough left to get her right hand around the remainder as well. Considering his height, she assumed he was actually quite large. "Lucky me," she said softly, leaning in and kissing the tip.

It jumped in her hands, thickening and pushing her fingers apart briefly, and she had to laugh. "You ARE happy to see me!" she said happily, looking up at him. Luis's head was tilted back against the tree trunk, and one hand was grasping vaguely at empty air. His other hand was scritching furiously behind her ears, and it was hard to keep her leg from involuntarily spasming.

She took a deep breath, and leaned forward. She'd had a lot of experience with her own, before biology had determined that her mouth was to forever be too small, but she'd never been this close to anyone else's. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in his scent. It was very different from her own, but certainly not unpleasant, and unless he was mistaken his fur smelled faintly of lavender. Her paws slid down, her right taking up position at the base of his shaft, the left moving across his sac, giving them loving little squeezes.

Up above, he seemed to be trying to say something, but for the life of her Amber couldn't figure out why he'd be having any trouble speaking.

"I'm... a little new at this," she whispered, mostly to herself. She doubted he was in any shape to pay attention to insignificant things like words. She wasn't entirely sure what would feel best to him, but she knew what felt best to her. She opened her mouth, wide, and angled forwards, wrapping her lips around his shaft just shy of her right thumb. She could feel him at the back of her throat, but years of lonely nights had given her excellent throat control. She sucked in with her mouth, tongue and cheeks and soft bits collapsing around his shaft, and slowly, slowly, pulled back.

"Oh dios oh dios oh dios oh wow oh santa madre no puedo eep algo que nunca dejan de dios dios ..." Amber smiled around his member. Well, it looked like he had his voice back!

He was a mouthful, no doubt about it, though she felt a tiny little surge of pride that this was about how big she had been before even getting into high school. His girth pulsed in time with his heartbeat, and she moaned, eyes rolling, when she felt the flare of his glans at the back of her throat. Her right hand flexed and squeezed, guiding him and coaxing him, while her other slid down his thigh until it reached the ground, and his bundled pants, and moved to her own lap.

The tingling was spreading, and the pressure was definitely building, but her size remained constant, except for her sheath. One little grope, and the first few inches of her own canine length hove into view. She didn't know what Luis would be up for when he was finished, but she knew she'd need a little more than a flower and a held hand.

Her right hand slipped back, revealing more of his hardness, and she tilted forwards even more, feeling him begin to fill her throat. She didn't know that what she was doing was quite difficult for most girls, but to her it was like second nature. His moaning escalated beyond simple words, and his hips bucked. She would have giggled if her airways hadn't been blocked, but she had excellent breath control. Idly, she wondered about the chapter in her new book about breath control for performing oral on hypers, and if she should make it required reading...

Luis's strange noises rose in pitch, become a keening, sustained, wordless protestation. She wondered why it was that boys always protested right before the GOOD parts, but then his glans flared much more dramatically than before, and she had other things on her mind. She tried to pull her head back a little, but she was most certainly stuck, and she felt a pang of sympathy for the poor boy she'd knotted.

"Ulk," she managed to squeak, feeling the rest of his shaft harden like iron, forcing her jaws a little bit wider, and then, and then the explosion of heat in her throat, the wash of warmth down to her belly. His hips didn't just buck, they thrust, and he managed to force himself deeper still. His shaft relaxed, briefly, and then hardened again, and again, and again, spasming relentlessly.

She squeezed the base of his shaft harder, urging him on and squeezing her own in synch. With every pulse from the boy very firmly attached to her face, her male aspect swelled larger and larger, though still within the bounds of what she considered her 'normal' size.

Amber was impressed by his stamina, wondering if his orgasm was EVER going to end, when she felt fingers scritching at her ears, gasping lungfulls of air being drawn, and his hips finally relaxed, his butt snuggling up to the tree trunk again. It took a little bit of effort, but she drew her head back, the pop of his shaft freed from her throat like a champagne cork going off. She was rewarded with one last spurt, technically the first time she'd ever tasted someone else's, and she paused to consider it, savor it. It was stronger than hers, darker, if such a thing could be applied to a taste. It seemed... exotic.

Separated at last, she leaned against him, rubbing her face against his thighs, nuzzling his waning member with her nose. "Did she... ever do that..." she gasped, replenishing her own oxygen supply.

"S... si... on my... last day... at home... but... but you... you... you.. wow..."

She laughed, friskily nibbling at all of the tender bits within reach, tugging at his coat. He slid down the tree until he was sitting alongside Amber, and even in the darkness the goofy grin was unmistakable. Amber wrapped an arm around his shoulders and scooted around to rest against the tree as well, tugging her skirts down over her semi-aroused state.

"I'll take a 'wow' over a 'you're a really super girl' any day of the week, cutie," she murmured, kissing him on the lips. Her other hand gave him a fond pat in his lap, which was still very prominent. "I'm no expert, but I think you're a pretty special little guy, though. Well, not little..."

He nodded, not knowing the words but appreciating the sentiment.

"I hope you don't think I'm, you know... easy, or anything. Er... el slutto?"

He laughed, thin shoulders shaking, and shook his head.

"Well, good, because I hope you know I don't do that for just EVERYONE. Or, you know, anyone. Or at all."

He nodded again, and bleated once, leaning against her. She squeaked in a similar pitch when she felt strong, slender fingers caress her thigh. Her leg twitched, and the fingers continued moving, giving one volleyball-sized teste a loving fondle before tracing the contours of her sheath.

"You... are... so big..."

She blushed in the darkness, and nodded. "Muy, si... usually muy muy MUY muy, more muy than I know what to do with, but yes, I am big. I... I used that lotion. Remember lotion? No es big?"

"Si."

"So, you know, you don't need to worry, but you don't need to do anything, I know this is probably... new to you..."

His fingertips reached the cuff of her sheath and moved into exposed skin territory through the velvety folds of her skirt.

"W-well, you know, if you... ooohhhhthatfeelsgoodrightthere if you WANTED to try something..."

Another hand joined the first, and he made a complete circle around the middle of her length, just sky of her knees, wrapping her skirts around her taut skin. The pressure building up within her was immense, more than she'd ever felt at this size, but still her body was behaving itself. She giggled and moaned at the same time, clapping gaily.

"You have... very nice hands," she managed to get out before biting her lip and squealing with delight. His hands moved slowly, rhythmically, up and down her considerable length, now standing full and strong and proud. He tugged at it, pulling it fully vertical, and gasped when he realized that the tip of it was just a tiny bit higher than the tops of their heads.

"Bleat."

She nodded enthusiastically. "But not... TOO big. Right?"

Silence followed, save for the rustling and shifting of her skirts as his hands went to work. Amber smiled, arching her back and rubbing up against him, her left hand moving to join his. She tugged at her skirt until, like a sculptor revealing his latest creation, her shirts fell free and bundled together in her lap, leaving her swollen pride exposed to the world.

"Bleat."

It was like an old friend to her, one who was always in the mood to cuddle all night and make you feel better when you were blue. It seemed a little throbbier, veinier, if that was a word, but she just chalked it up to the lotion. She guided his hands back to the hot, smooth flesh, and he moaned faintly. Her eyes widened when he pulled away, wondering what she had done to upset him, but she found he was just moving around in front of her for better access.

Leaning back against the tree, legs forced out wide by the bulk of her sac and her erect doghood, she was thrilled to see Luis kneeling in front of her, staring in wide-eyed fascination and, yes, lust, at her body. He bent down low, planting little kisses along her heavy round balls, and she squealed with delight, biting her lip harder.

"Mmmmmrrrrrfffffffffff, god, you have no idea what I'd look like right now on any other night..." she groaned, butt grinding into the base of the tree as she writhed under the ministrations of his lips and fingers. The kisses moved up her shaft, taking their time, each little peck causing it to jump and sway. She didn't think she could get any harder than this, feeling like her shaft had turned to dark red marble, and the pressure building up within her was moving into never-before-felt intensity, but at least she wasn't growing.

In fact, she thought, Luis might... might... oh dear God, he is...

Craning so his kisses could reach the very tip, he stopped petting and caressing her sac and moved to stand up before her. His pants were still laying in a heap a short distance away, so when he moved forward, feet alongside her hips, hands braced against the tree for support, she knew what he had in mind.

"Are.... you... sure..." she said, unable to speak clearly, feeling the tip of her shaft nestled snugly against his cheeks.

"Bleat."

"I... hope that's... a yes..."

The snugness became tightness, became briefly painful resistance, and his knees started to bend. For a moment she thought she'd be too big for him, too big even with her humble normal size, too big even with the miraculous lotion, but then the solid resistance became white hot heat, and he suddenly dropped several inches.

Their cries mingled in the night air, startling a pair of elderly mustelids who were out for a walk and decided it was possibly a better idea to go home and watch television.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, that feels..... mmmmmmmmmmowowowowowowow so good...." Her heels were digging furrows in the ground, her claws sinking into her own thighs as Luis lowered himself more, inch after delicious inch. She passionately kissed his again-erect endowment as it passed by her face, tiny pink tongue rasping lustily at his belly as it moved down. She couldn't believe that she had reached his chest, and still he was lowering, now completely soundless. She looked up as his face nearly reached hers, and suddenly wondered if they had gone too far.

His eyes were clenched shut, his teeth were bared in a grimace, his lips pulled back. All in all, it did not look like the sort of face one might make if they were having fun!

"Sweetie, are you ok?" she gasped, wrapping her arms around his body to steady him.

Luis nodded jerkily. "So... big... so... pretty..." he grunted, gripping her sides now as his knees touched the ground.

"We... can... stop..."

"No!"

She was surprised by the conviction in that voice. "Does it... feel good?"

He nodded violently, spoke a few words in Spanish, and then collapsed against her, panting. His head nuzzled into her neck, and she realized it was because he had finally reached the base. She could feel his tail twitching and twirling, brushing the fine fuzz of her sac.

"Oh my god... ALL of it?" she said, eyes wide in shock.

Tucked in between her neck and shoulder, he nodded.

When he leaned back, the bulge was unmistakable. His belly was sticking out in a straight line from his belly button on up, and even his chest seemed to have swollen from the sheer bulk that was now crammed into him. "I... read... chapter... eight..." he managed, winking at her. For a moment, Amber was confused, but remembered that she had left him alone for almost five minutes. He was a good reader, and a fast learner!

He took a deep breath, and she swore she could feel the pressure around her tip increasing as his lungs fought her shaft for dominance, and then he rocked up and down. It wasn't much, maybe half an inch, but the feeling was electric. His body jerked forwards from the force of her own erection's response, and she realized that more than anyone before, Luis was the embodiment of the living condom joke she had heard so many times before.

"Be careful, darling," she said, kissing him. Her hands slid down to his hips, claws digging in gently, squeezing his butt and guiding his motions. "You don't... want anything breaking!"

"Bleat."

He continued to rock, finding a rhythin in rolling up onto his knees for a brief second and then dropping back down. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot more feeling than Amber had ever felt before, considering that normally when she started to grow ALL motion stopped! She thanked the makers of the lotion yet again, though she wondered if that volcano-like pressure would ever abate. It felt like she was going to explode, or pull a muscle, or something...

---

"Say, Carl?"

"Yeah, Jim."

"The warning label on our hyper-tissue-control medication says no teenagers or the elderly. Why is that?"

"Well, Jim, because the formula works by negating the hormonal imbalances that cause the uncontrollable, spontaneous growth. They don't affect the normal levels of the other sexual hormones, or the normal levels of growth hormones, which are generally low."

"Right, Carl, so why not teenagers or the elderly?"

"Well, the elderly generally have too few of the hormones already, so the product can cause diminishment beyond lower safe levels, and lead to shrinkage, possibly permanent."

"And with teenagers?"

"Teenagers normally have way MORE of the hormone, so the best our lotion can do is just delay the onset. That's why we have the formula specially-designed for teenagers."

"Oh. Does it say that anywhere on the label, Carl?"

"Nah, they have to read the pharmaceutical pamphlet, but I'm sure they'd do that."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure, too."

"Why do you ask, Jim?"

"No reason."

---

Amber was starting to get worried by the pressure building up within her nethers, it felt like she was being crushed by a refrigerator. There was still all the sweet electric delights coursing from her toes to her eyes, charged by the sweet little goatboy thoroughly impaled upon her, but there was also the sense that something was going to pop. The lotion didn't say anything about delaying orgasms, but maybe she used too much?

With every little hump, Luis made a tiny little 'baa' noise, and Amber was unable to control her urge to mewl. One fuzzy paw was now digging into the flesh of his rear while the other was wrapped around his steel-hard shaft again, urging him on to a second climax. His own dextrous fingers were kneading her large bare breasts, each more than a handful, and Amber couldn't even remember losing her bra.

Normally it was only through sheer force of will that she was able to delay her own climax beyond about sixty seconds of intimacy, but now it was taking all she had just to urge this one on. Everytime she felt the wave of ecstasy wash over over her and felt her sac tighten, it faded, and it was beginning to drive her wild, but with frustration.

"Come on," she was whispering to herself, wondering what Luis must think of her. His insides had to be sore by now, but he was giving every indication of thoroughly enjoying himself. "Come on... come on... come ooohhhhh_aaaaiiieeeee_!"

Luis, sensing her anxiety, had shifted his feet to rest against the treetrunk behind her and pushed himself back, widening the angle of his body to hers and forcing himself, and the shaft that was keeping him upright, down. The bulge along the entire front of his torso grew more prominent, and every muscle and tendon in her body groaned under the strain, fireworks exploding behind her eyes.

But when the next wave of ecstasy crashed over her, it carried with it the promise of something more. "Ohhhhhhhgodyes, that was perfect," she squeaked, dragging her fingernails up his body and feeling them on her own shaft through his skin, feeling the rush of blood to that hallmark of canine anatomy. "Now hold on, this might... get... a little tight..."

Her hands slipped to his lower belly when her knot bloomed, watching as he suddenly seemed to have become mildly pregnant. His body jerked and she felt the blast of wet heat against her breasts as his second orgasm was thrust upon him, or rather into him. His bleating was strained and intermittent, as though he were drifting in and out of consciousness. His belly distended more, actually pushing his own shaft down, and Amber realized that something wasn't quite right.

The pressure was fading, and her knot was still growing.

"Buh..." she managed to say before her remarkable physiology overpowered medical science. With a sound like a toddler hugging a helium balloon her balls swelled magnificently, forcing her knees wide apart and pressing against Luis's lower back, angling his body back up. In a matter of moments they had doubled in size, and kept right on going.

"Nuh...!" she squealed, but it was too late. Her knot, and Luis's tummy, filled her lap, very securely anchoring his butt to her thighs. His eyes flew open, his hands groping at his body, and it wasn't hard to see why as the long bulge that travelled up his torso inflated. Wider, thicker, more prominent, until it lengthened beyond the capacity of his soft underbelly. Still sheathed in his fluffy and remarkably stretchy skin, it swelled up between their faces.

"Bleat..."

"Mewl..."

A few more heartbeats and it was fully as wide as his torso, extending a respectable distance beyond the top of his horns, while her knot was swollen like a beachball. He'd skimmed the chapter and done a few stretches and breathing exercises, but this was already into "Advanced Lovers Only!" territory, and he was growing fearful as she grew larger.

Amber couldn't believe she hadn't come yet. She hoped Luis didn't turn around, since over and around the incredible girth of her shaft distending his body she could see her sac continuing to fill, each orb a solid three feet across, and still going. Luis bleated in muffled disbelief when the immense size of her knot forced him to lean back again, and he found that he had warm, soft beanbag-like support.

"I..." she managed, before everything tightened, giving one last dramatic expansion that completely obscured his face from her view, and erupted. Her glans flared high above them, the skintight covering of Luis's impossibly-stretched belly showing it in stark relief, and then the first geyser of seed reached him.

Her knot and shaft vanished as his body became less of a boy-shaped condom and more of a goat-colored balloon. She reached around her and found his hands, gripping them hard and holding on for dear life as she spasmed again, and again, and again, her sac somehow still finding the capacity to swell MORE with each release. In moments she was pressed back against the tree, her whole world taken up by the taut, jiggling sphere of her lover.

His hands squeezed hers, and she knew he was all right, or as all right as it was possible to be. His head was being sensually smothered in the front by the spectacular, immensely overfilled landscape of his body, and in the back by the twin waterbeds of her testes. The pain had left him the instant she had climaxed, and now he was simply overwhelmed with the desire to feel her finish, to feel her fill him as much as she could. He promised himself he'd write a letter to the manufacturers of that lotion, thanking them.

Bigger and bigger he expanded, skin stretching with a sound like silk ripping. Before much longer he felt less like he was hugging a massive ball and more than he was being pinned by a mattress. He couldn't believe it, but his own orgasm was still in full swing, every single pulse from her knot driving him to greater pleasure. His eyes rolled back and he let his mind be carried away...

As the minutes passed and Amber's overstimulated nethers began to finally recede, emptying themselves at last, she tried to survey the damage. Her legs were pinned, her head was being smushed into the treetrunk, and Luis's hands had been pulled from hers. She wiggled her toes, pleased to still have some feeling left, and tried to scoot her butt sideways. Her knot had shrunk down to a more manageable size, but it still felt (and rightly so) like a watermelon when she was finally able to disengage herself from Luis. There was a gush of wetness against her thighs before his cute, overstressed tush returned to it's normal dimensions.

"Bleat."

"Oh, God, Luis, you're ok!" she said, inching sideways until she was freed from her jiggling prison. She stood up, brushing leaves from her moist legs, semi-hard shaft and normal-for-her-sized balls, and gasped. From where she stood she could see a hand wiggling helplessly, and a hoof twitching farther down, but most of the space between the little clump of trees was taken up by his body. She reached out, lovingly touching the side of what she had created. It felt as taut as a basketball, but still wobbled under her fingers.

She walked around the boy-ball and kneeled, and sure enough, there was Luis's adorable face. One cheek was rubbing affectionately up against the lower curve of his wildly-over-capacity body, and when he saw her come into view from beyond his horizon he smiled.

"Big," he managed weakly, a trickle of white escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so so sorry, I really thought... the lotion... I..."

"I like you."

"... but it just delayed it, and I think that was the biggest I've ever been, and... what?"

They stared at eachother for a long time, and then both began giggling. "Are you serious? I just... I mean... look at you!"

He nodded and kissed the grey fuzz that had once been his thin, bony torso.

"Gosh."

She lay down on the ground next to him, nuzzling her loins up against what she thought was his free hand and her breasts up against his face, trying to make him comfortable. "What are we going to do? I mean... I doubt I could even roll you. How will you get home?"

He shrugged, or at least wiggled. "Sleep here."

She nodded, giving him a kiss on his nose. "I guess so," she chuckled ruefully. She toed around until she found her shirt and bra, and managed to drag them around so her hands could reach them. She balled up her sweater and tucked it under his head as a pillow. "You can keep me warm."

He nodded, hiccuped, and bleated.

She cuddled closer until his lower slopes were indeed pressing in atop her, and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself. "Thank you," she said meaningfully.

He kissed her back, his free hand shifting around and giving her now-dormant sheath a fond squeeze. "I will read... next chapter," he murmured.

Ice-cream-truck-sized body swaying and shifting in the breeze, the two young lovers fell into deep, contented sleep. Shortly after midnight a night-owl jogger was nearly given a heart attack by the sight of two teenagers being crushed by a colossal, oddly smooth rock, but when he figured out what had actually happened he backed away slowly and vowed never to go night-jogging in that neighborhood ever again.

---

It was well after 2am when Amber closed the front door of her house behind her. The EMS people had responded to a call from a terrified jogger, and had come with special equipment to cart Luis away for observation. Two trees had to be cut down to get him out of the park, and every offer of a stomach pump was refused with a long stream of Spanish profanities.

Skirt ruined, fur matted, eyes sparkling, she threw all of her clothes into the washing machine and threw herself into the shower. The scalding water slicked her fur to her body, her kittenish proportions being replaced by a fine figure of a feline woman and a jaw-dropping figure of a hyper canine..

"I know one boy who needs many, many thank-you blowjobs," she giggled to herself when she finally crawled into bed, spent and exhausted.

For a while, the house was quiet.

"Was that Amber having a shower?" came a delicate female voice from the master bedroom.

"Yup."

"Is she home late?"

"Dunno, can't see the clock."

"Me either."

Silence again, except for the creak and groan of the house settling, floor joists groaning under the weight.

"You were the one who said we didn't need the lotion," came a masculine voice from near the floor.

"You were the one who said 'go slow, it's been a while'!" came a feminine voice from near the ceiling.

"I can't feel my legs."

"You shut up, at least you know where your legs are. And the chandelier is poking me in the ass."

"I'm getting too old for this."

"Someone should write a book to help out couples like us."

"Yeah, right."

And silence.