Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication
Two detectives respond to a complaint call, only to discover their lives are about to change forever...
Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication
By Danath
Frankie James, Alex Dominguez, and Ralph Reynolds are © Zia McCorgi (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Nuwisha55). Used with permission.
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The squad car pulled up in front of the non-descript apartment building with its lights off. The complaint was not urgent, but the two detectives inside were assigned to take down the information and investigate. It was late afternoon and the sun cast long shadows from the trees in the front yard of the building.
Inside the car, Detective Frankie James argued with his partner, Detective Alex Dominguez. Frankie, a handsome, young coyote with a lush mixture of brown, gray, and red fur, gesticulated wildly at his partner, Alex, an older, stocky lynx.
"I don't understand why I have to take this complaint as well," he said. "I took the last three calls while you napped in the car!"
"Hey, I'm backup, rookie," Alex said. He turned the car off, but left the keys in the ignition. "Besides, you gotta learn how to deal with the public."
"Deal with the public my ass," the coyote said, crossing his arms over his suit coat. "Fine, whatever. You owe me."
The lynx settled back in the driver's seat and waved a gray paw at him lazily, shooing him away. Frankie growled and opened the door, stepped onto the boulevard, and slammed it shut. The lynx's ears didn't even twitch.
Frankie stalked towards the apartment building, tail bushing out behind him with anger.
"God damn felines," he muttered, scanning the names on the buzz-box outside the security door. Finding the name "Ralph R. Reynolds" on the list, he jabbed the button next to it and waited, tapping his black shoe on the cement step impatiently.
The intercom hummed. "Who... who is it?"
"Detective James, sir, here about the complaint call."
"Oh... yeah, come on up. Take the elevator to the fourth floor and turn left."
The door clicked ajar and Frankie pulled it open. He followed the directions and stood in front of the plain wooden door, waiting for the occupant to open it.
"Just a minute!" he heard Ralph call out. "Be right there!"
Several loud thumps and muffled curses later, the door swung open. Frankie's narrow muzzle opened in shock as he stared at the tall red fox in the doorway.
"What... the... fuck..."
Ralph followed the coyote's gaze down to his hips, where a huge, magnificent, flaccid black-skinned cock hung from his hips. More than a foot thick, it draped over his equally huge nuts, which dragged on the floor between his legs. The head of the shaft lay on the wood floor in front of the white-furred balls. The tip lay flat and the slit gasped open, emitting a sluggish drool of thick, clear pre-cum.
"Yeah, this is what I called you guys about," the fox said, waving at his endowments. "Fucking chemical companies or something, right?"
Detective James stared at the stupendous shaft and enormous sac, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. The fox stood nonchalantly, hands cross over his chest, as the thick, clear pre-cum drooled out into the hallway, running over Frankie's shiny black shoes.
"Want to come in? Take a statement or whatever?"
Dazed, Frankie looked up at the fox's face and nodded.
"Uh... yeah... sure."
Spontaneous masculine hyperfication was a thing, of course. It started a few years ago. Maybe once a year, some poor bastard woke up with a cock as big as his whole body. Nobody knew the cause, though certain sugar substitutes and food additives were thought by the conspiracy theorists to trigger the growth. Scientists were baffled by the disease, which left people otherwise unchanged. Its victims often went on to lead very comfortable lives, making money through various videos and web camera sites. One started his own religion, claiming to be True Alpha. He was widely seen as a fraud, but he had millions of dollars and thousands of followers.
Prostitution was also a big deal for SPHers. There were a surprisingly large number of people who would pay SPH-afflicted males to simply lie back and let them hump their dick. Frankie didn't get the appeal, himself, but it took all kinds, right? Authorities looked the other way, figuring it was going to happen regardless, and besides, who wanted to deal with the hassle of getting one of those guys into a courtroom or a prison? Also, what else was someone with a five-foot-long cock going to do for money?
Frankie followed Ralph inside. The fox moved with some difficulty, grasping his cock with both arms and lifting, then putting one foot forward and, by dragging his cock behind him, could slowly walk. He flopped into a couch in the living room of the small one-bedroom apartment and dropped his cock, which slapped against his massive sac with a loud thump.
"Yeah, so... how do I register a complaint about this?" he asked.
"Uh... well... let me get your full name first," Frankie said, still staring as he pulled out a notebook and pencil.
"Ralph R. Reynolds. R-E-Y-N-O-L-D-S. Fox, age 35."
"And this address?" Frankie asked automatically.
"1444 Jupiter Lane, Apartment 422."
"And the source of your complaint?"
"What do you think?"
The fox's shaft lurched upwards before slapping back down on his balls and the floor. A bit of pre-cum splattered out over the wood and Frankie's nose twitched. The scent of maleness was heavy in the room and he found it hard to breath deep.
"Yeah, okay... so you just woke up this morning and...?"
"And I had a five-foot-long dick. Duh."
The shaft thickened noticeably and lifted again. It descended slower this time, landing with less of a thud and more of a squish as the thick veins pulsed against the black skin.
"Fuck me, I've jacked off eighteen times since this morning and I'm still getting hard all over," the fox said crossly. "Let's make this quick, huh?"
Frankie's lips moved, but he didn't ask a question as the huge length suddenly lifted, swelling and throbbing, and curled over in mid-air, hanging out from the fox's hips, too heavy and not yet hard enough to stand up straight. The tip pulsed and a few loads of pre-cum dribbled out of the tip in thick globs. The smell of male grew even stronger and Frankie felt as though he were swallowing that pre, just from the scent alone.
The fox shivered and closed his eyes. "I gotta admit, it feels great, but how the hell am I supposed to get around now?" he said. "I mean, am I allowed to drive with this thing? Can I fly in an airplane? Am I going to get arrested for indecent exposure every time I go out in public?"
The fox continued his complaints and questions as the slack-jawed coyote stood there, staring, muzzle open. It wasn't until his pencil dropped from his slack fingers that the fox noticed he wasn't listening.
"Hey! You going to write any of this down?"
By this point, his cock had lifted higher. The huge base forced his thighs apart and only started to bend about halfway up. The tip bobbed in the air, drizzling more and more pre-cum. Frankie licked his lips, nostrils flaring, tail tucked between his legs. His black slacks tented out as he felt the biggest erection of his life grow in, hard and strong, and soon a wet spot formed.
"Shit, I was afraid of this," Ralph said, sighing. "I read about this on the internet. Supposed to be something to do with the pheromones, but it wears off after a while. First couple days it's pretty strong, though."
Frankie nodded, nearly drooling as he stared at the black length, running his eyes from the thick tip, over the ridges of the crown, down the mighty, pulsing urethra, to the root, where it disappeared into a massive, stretched, white-furred sheath and stupendously big balls. The coyote stepped forward, almost stumbling, and dropped the notebook on the floor next to the pencil.
"Hey! What are you... ha... ahhhh!"
Frankie dropped to his knees in front of the monstrous shaft, eyes wide and unseeing as he wrapped both arms around the huge head and buried his muzzle into the cum slit. Thick pre-cum welled up around his face as he squeezed the massive thing and Ralph kicked his legs to the sides as pleasure coursed down his telephone pole.
"Oh... ohhh, damn... not... not there," he managed to gasp out.
The coyote didn't listen as he pressed his face into the slit, getting pre-cum up his nose, in his mouth, over his head and down the back of his neck. It ran through his thick neck fur and under his suit coat and button-up shirt as he made out with the fox's huge shaft. He chugged greedily, feeling the warm, slick substance slither down his gullet and into his belly.
The shaft didn't respond gently. It surged forward, stiffening rapidly. Frankie's knees and thighs pushed into the huge white sac as it swelled. Desire swamped Ralph, who managed a few weak moans as his erection grew to its full, ridiculous length, towering from his hips, nearly five feet long from root to tip. Frankie, no longer able to get his muzzle to the head, stood up and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around it. He buried his face in the shiny, smooth, warm black flesh and humped his hips, groaning with need and lust. Pre-cum gushed from the tip, rolling down the length and over his head and body, soaking him down in minutes.
Frankie reached down, grasped Ralph's sheath by the edge, and pulled on it, stretching the sensitive flesh upwards. Ralph grunted and pushed at his shaft at the base, shuddering as Frankie explored. The coyote licked his way up and down the shaft as he tugged on the sheath and kneaded the balls with his legs. Ralph moaned even louder and shifted his hips, trying to hump but unable to due to the weight of his monstrous erection. The fox whined when Frankie pulled his shaft down, hauling it until it stood straight out from his hips, squeezing his balls down into the floor even further.
The coyote leaned over the tip, holding it against his chest and belly as he struggled with his pants and coat. He flung his sopping clothes away, kicking off his shoes and tearing at his underwear in his efforts. His erection, pink and hard, throbbed at its 8-inch length, pitiful in comparison to the fox's endowments. The coyote grasped the head of the fox's shaft and humped forward, driving his length into the slit.
Ralph's muzzle dropped and a huge blast of pre-cum pumped straight from his oversized nuts, soaking the coyote from the hips down. The scents and pheromones only increased, driving Frankie into a deeper state of lust. He humped his hips rapidly, crooning aloud, neck tipped back, as he pounded away at Ralph's slit. The mega-shaft twitched and bucked in the coyote's paws, throbbing and spurting angrily.
Frankie pulled back and knelt in front of Ralph's length, letting the seed spill over his chest. The head of the thing was larger than his face and he pressed forward, kissing and licking around the shiny, smooth flesh, drinking almost a gallon of clear seed before he was satisfied. Ralph whined again, hips shivering, as the coyote ground his long, narrow muzzle forward, slurping up yet more juice.
Stretching his paws out, Ralph managed to catch ahold of the coyote's chest fur. He pulled him forward, which caused his shaft to rise back up into the air. Stumbling, Frankie fell against it, knees pushing deep into the fox's nuts, causing another burst of pre-cum that showered down around them. The coyote leaned against the massive dong, arms stretched around it, hard cock rubbing at the base.
The coyote felt funny. His head spun and his breath came up short as he panted with need and desire. His balls ached, but his cock just wouldn't shoot, despite feeling as though any movement at all could trigger a climax. The climax never came, however, despite how the canine humped and rubbed himself against the huge member. Instead, his 8-inch pecker began to throb, pulsing and growing, lengthening slowly.
Neither noticed. Both were too busy stroking and massaging the massive cock stretching between them. Frankie's tail wagged furiously, sending sprays of pre-cum across the room as it ran over his head and down his back. Ralph moaned even louder as the clear pre-cum turned white. His first orgasm drenched the both of them in sticky, hot fox cum, almost six gallons worth in a matter of seconds. The spray hit the ceiling at one point, leaving sticky drops to rain down around them.
But Frankie couldn't cum, despite his best efforts. His balls ached and, swollen with seed, grew just as quickly as his erection, which was now over ten inches. It thickened as it grew, until it couldn't fit fully into his paw anymore. The coyote growled and hauled the shaft back down, until the head was at his hips again.
Ralph felt the cock this time, more so than the first, and let out a wavering cry as Frankie fucked his urethra, driving his cock in and out of his sensitive slit. The white seed flowed out unabated, drenching the coyote anew as his hips surged forward.
"Oooh... ohhhhhh!" he cried out, nearly howling with lust. His paws clenched at the thick black skin, squeezing and stroking, and he leaned over, hips humping rapidly, claws digging into the wood, arms wrapped around the width. His hands couldn't touch on the other side, the shaft was so thick, and he nearly slipped off several times.
His cock kept growing, until it was stretching Ralph's slit, not just slipping in and out. The fox whined loudly, lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure. He shuddered and wriggled, arms clutching his base as the coyote molested his tip.
The coyote was thrown backwards onto his rump when the fox suddenly surged upwards out of the couch. His cock slapped back against his chest, then down onto Frankie's head, dazing him more than he was from the scents alone. A wild look came into Ralph's eyes as he stared down at the canine. Dropping to his knees, which spread around his massive, beanbag-sized sac, he grabbed the other male's ankles and pushed them away, sliding the wet dog easily across the floor and into the wall. He pushed forward, pumping his hips until his tip slid between Frankie's thighs.
The coyote opened his legs, arms going spread-eagle against the wall as the huge tip lifted him up into the air. His back scraped over the paint as his legs dangled to either side of the tip. Thick gouts of cum sprayed under his tail as Ralph took hold of his ankles once more and, with a low moan, pulled him down.
The coyote's hips were not much bigger than the circumference of the fox's mega-sized shaft. It was folly to try what he was doing, but the fox wasn't in the mood to listen to reason. Neither was Frankie, who spread his legs and tipped his head back, moaning as the huge mass of flesh pushed against his ass. He reached down, squeezing the massive tip, trying to force it in. His entire bottom dimpled as the stiffness pumped against his body.
Both males screamed with lust when the huge tip sunk in with a wet "sploosh". The coyote's belly bulged as another several feet ground in easily, stretching his stomach and chest like a balloon. The fox closed his eyes, hands still holding the canine's ankles, and hauled him down harder, forcing another half foot into him.
His urethra bulged with seed and the veins on his massive tool pushed out against the skin. Pre-cum and cum in equal measures pumped into Frankie's belly, which quickly bloated outwards, hanging around his growing cock, now almost thirteen inches long and thick as his bicep. The coyote rubbed his paws over his chest, gurgling and moaning. His body clenched around the shaft inside him, even as the fox struggled to fit the last foot and half into the warm, stretchy body hanging in mid-air off the end.
"I... I... I'm cummingggggg!"
Frankie's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first gush explode within him, just as Ralph managed to hilt the poor 'yote. By the second pulse, his muzzle opened and thick white seed gushed out over his lips. His flaring nostrils drizzled cum as his belly and chest bloated to incredible sizes. His cock finally came, erupting with not just his own seed, but that of the fox, in an attempt to cut down on the swelling. His balls draped over the black length, spreading as they filled, stretching and bloating as quickly as his belly.
The last thing Frankie could remember was looking down at his body, stretched and contoured around the massive ridges of the cock inside him, no trace of its former shape present, and the fox at the end of that hugeness, yapping and moaning with pleasure, as his stomach kept growing, and growing, and growing...
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When he woke up, Frankie was lying in a bath tub. His fur stank of cum and jizz. The shower was running, washing away the worst of the seed. He blinked slowly, watching as white seed ran down the drain.
"Oh, hey, you're awake," a familiar voice said.
Frankie's head lolled to the side and he stared at Ralph. The fox's cock was just poking out of its sheath, hanging from his lower belly like a giant sack. The fox had to lean backwards so as not to be pulled into a face-plant by the weight of the thing. Fortunately, his balls, dragging on the ground as they did, operated as a sort of counterweight.
The fox had the tip of his cock in his paws, aimed at the toilet. He shook it a few times and stuffed it back into its sheath, then reached over and flushed.
"Sorry about all that," the fox said, turning towards the tub and the dazed detective. "You've been out for a couple hours. I washed your clothes though."
They looked at each other awkwardly as Frankie felt his belly. It felt saggy and loose.
"Look, could you not... uh... put this in your report?" the fox said. "I looked online and it only happens in the first couple days after the change. So nobody else is gonna go nuts like you did as long as I stay here alone."
Frankie nodded his head, still staring blankly at the fox's enormous sheath. His cock twitched and he looked down at it.
It was nearly twice its original size. His sheath felt stretched and taut as it snugged itself close around the pink flesh. His balls were about three time as big as before, roughly the size of softballs. He poked at them unbelievingly.
"Look, I hate to rush you along, but seriously... I need you to leave," Ralph said, embarrassment in his voice. "I'm not really gay and that was... well, it was super gay."
Frankie nodded. "Just... uh... let me clean up and I'll be out of here, okay?"
The fox nodded and turned, dragging his huge nuts behind him as he went. They got stuck in the doorway, too wide to fit through easily. Ralph cursed and squeezed on them. Eventually he stepped back over them, into the bathroom, and leaned down, using his arms to roll them through.
The door closed and Frankie stood slowly. His skin felt loose on his bones, but the hot water of the shower was nice. He stood in the spray until all the remnants of cum were gone. He turned the shower off and toweled himself dry. His sheath throbbed, almost aching, but fortunately he didn't get hard. The coyote pondered his situation. Could he report this? What would happen? It wasn't really his fault, was it?
The canine shivered as he remembered the feeling of the massive shaft inside him, stretching him, filling him absolutely. A few inches of pink dong pushed free and he shook his head rapidly, clearing the thoughts away.
"Focus, Detective," he said to himself.
He found his clothes in the hallway, neatly piled, and dressed himself, though his boxers had several large holes in them where he'd torn them in his effort to get them off earlier. They were also much too tight, but at least they restricted his new sheath and nuts somewhat, so that he wasn't just a walking cock-bulge.
He went into the living room, where Frankie sat sullenly on the couch, TV remote in hand, a beer in the other. His huge sheath draped over the couch cushions, resting on the pile his unnaturally large sac created.
"All right... well... if you have any problems, you can call the station. Otherwise, I'd recommend getting in touch with Social Services," he said, awkwardly trying to sound professional. "They'll be able to help you with... your... uh... disability."
Ralph rolled his eyes and waved the coyote away, much as Alex had done to Frankie earlier in the car. The coyote nodded and left, closing the door behind him, though the smell of male cum lingered in the air.
The shell-shocked canine wandered downstairs and out the door, back to the squad car. Alex was still asleep in the driver's seat and started awake when Frankie opened the door and got inside.
"Oh, hey, rookie," he said, stretching his arms awkwardly over his head in the cramped confines of the squad car. "Took you long enough. Geez, our shift ended an hour ago!"
The lynx growled under his breath and started the car. The 'yote didn't say anything as they began to drive.
"So, how'd it go? What was the complaint about?"
"Huh? Oh... nothing... it was... nothing."
"So why'd it take so long?"
"Took... so long... because, uh... we watched a game on the TV," Frankie said, trying to come up with something plausible.
"Well, shit! Why didn't you come and get me?" Alex asked. "I wouldn't have minded. Kind of inconsiderate, you know?"
Frankie nodded. His thoughts weren't focused at the moment. Something nagged at him. He couldn't quite figure out what it was until the sound of a tearing seam echoed through the car. Frankie looked down in horror as he realized his cock had torn through his boxers.
"What was that?" Alex asked, eyes on the road.
"Oh... my shirt was caught in the door. Just ripped it out accidentally," Frankie said, trying not to let his voice quaver as familiar feelings began to run up his spine. His cock pushed down one of his pant legs, thickening up as it brushed over his smooth, short fur.
Something else nagged at Frankie's memories and he turned to face Alex.
"Hey... don't I remember you telling me once about that weird case you had, where the guy's dick grew real fast or something?"
"Oh, yeah! Man, that was ten years ago. I was just a rookie like you," the lynx said. His face lit up as he launched into an obviously familiar, oft-told story. "See, this guy, a Dalmatian, woke up with a cock that had to be five feet long. This was one of the first cases of whatever they're calling it now, spontaneous masculine tropophilia or something. I dunno. Anyways, I show up with my partner, this big stallion who liked busting heads more than anything. We go up to the guy's place and find him with this massive cock, right? Only he's gone crazy with lust or something, and making something called fear-moans."
The lynx took a right, driving them back towards the station house.
"Okay, so these things are like perfume or some shit, and they can really mess up your mind. I realized something was going on and got the hell out, but I couldn't get Jack to move an inch. He just stood there and stared at the Dalmatian, right? And the Dalmatian, he's staring right back at him. And I was starting to feel funny too, so I booked it and called for backup."
The lynx continued his story, unaware of Frankie's heavy breathing and obvious discomfort.
"So they send in a bunch of females. I guess it doesn't affect them or something. Which is funny, since it kind of proves the 'size doesn't matter' thing true, right? Ha! So anyways, I don't get to see Jack for a few days, and it turns out he and the Dalmatian just wrecked each other. Couldn't help themselves. And Jack ended up with a schlong just as big as the dog's. He really ended up hung like a horse!"
Alex laughed at his own jokes as he took another turn. He glanced over at Frankie, expecting the coyote to be laughing as well. Instead, he saw a massive bulge slowly tearing itself out of the canine's pants and a look of utter bliss on Frankie's slim muzzle.
"Aw, shit, Frankie... what the-"
The coyote let out a howl as his cock jerked without warning, pulling up into the air. It slapped into the windshield before flopping backwards into Frankie's chest. The head rolled over and blasted several thick globs of cum right into Alex's cheek. The lynx swore as the huge shaft continued to grow, rapidly filling the passenger and driver's side of the car. The lynx braked hard, screeching to a halt, as more thick cum poured out of the coyote's immense and growing erection.
"Oh, shit, Frankie... oh... oh... sheeeeeet..."
The feline's words trailed off as his nostrils filled with an incredible masculine scent. His eyes popped open as he tasted pre-cum on his lips. The huge shaft twitched, pinned partly under the dashboard. Frankie whined and kicked his legs as his huge nuts grew, overflowing the area between the seat, floor, and underside of the dashboard.
More pre-cum pumped out of the tip, splattering across the steering wheel, windshield, and radio in the cruiser. Thick rivulets of pre-cum ran down into the vents, flooding the systems. The engine sputtered and died as seed dripped from the windows. Alex moaned as the pheromones got into his body, and he reached out, wrapping his arms around the coyotes cock, pulling the tip down towards him.
Pleasure washed through the coyote's body as he felt a muzzle stuff into his cock slit, slurping up the cum pulsing out. He kicked his legs, groaning as his balls continued to fill up the front of the car. The vehicle rocked side to side on the edge of the road as the two males inside were drawn deeper into their lust-filled states.
The dashboard soon crumpled under the weight of Frankie's cock. His expanding balls bloated, cracking plastic, stretching wires, destroying the dashboard. The seat snapped and he fell backwards into the back seat while his cock stretched from between his legs, straight to his partner's muzzle.
Alex's head was soaked by now. Cum ran down his suit, flooding the floor of the squad car. Wires shorted and miniature flashes filled the car with brief points of light as the fuses blew out. The radio crackled and died as the lynx humped at the massive organ filling the car. Frankie lay across the back seat, balls still growing, pushing against the window. His massive cock reached from one end of the car to the other, curling partly around the driver's side seat.
Alex ripped off his clothing between suckling the mega-shaft. He opened his mouth wide, struggling to get his lips around the huge tip, which was nearly twice the size of his own head.
As with Frankie, somehow the feline stretched his jaw wider, wider, wider. His sharp teeth tickled Frankie's flesh, but after almost five minutes of effort, Alex got his jaws around the flexing, pulsing, squirting head. His nostrils flared as the magnificent erection impaled his throat, growing straight down his gullet, stretching his neck and deforming it. The cat struggled, gurgling, swallowing, clothes ripping off, leaving him naked. His cock throbbed as he used one hand to rub himself and the other on Frankie.
The over-endowed coyote had never felt anything as tight and warm as Alex's throat. He humped forward, desperate to feel more, and shoved nearly half of his length down the lynx's muzzle. The cat looked like a squirming, living condom as his belly inflated slowly with pre-cum.
The side back window exploded as Frankie's nuts grew too large. The doors creaked and the tires popped, one by one, making the car rock. The coyote's cock bent in half, bending the roof as another foot stuffed itself down Alex's throat. The feline's eyes watered as he swallowed, unable to stop. His belly grew larger and larger by the moment, until the driver's side door bent outwards, twisting like aluminum can.
Neither male noticed the growing crowd outside the car, or the screams as the frame twisted and bent, cracking open to reveal more and more gigantic male flesh. They didn't hear the sirens of their fellow officers approaching, or notice, after the car was very nearly demolished and they had fallen out onto the street, the large haz-mat tent built around them, shielding them from view.
All of this went on as Frankie pumped his hips best he could, kneeling on the pavement, clutching his mega-sized nuts, with Alex's lips nearly to his sheath. The cat's body was deformed and bloated, flooded with too much thick seed. Frankie hadn't even properly cum yet, he realized, and let out a whine of pleasure as the body writhing on his shaft squeezed even tighter.
For a brief moment of lucidity, Frankie was glad he hadn't been there at the beginning of the fox's transformation. Would it have been like this?
The thought was washed away in a powerful flood of cum as he came, climaxing relentlessly into his partner's bloated body. The feline's eyes were barely visible, set back in his puffy face, as his arms and legs almost disappeared into rolls of flesh, taut and jiggly. Cum leaked from every orifice and his shaft pumped a single, steady, non-stop jet of fluids onto the pavement, where it rolled off into the gutters.
The burst of cum was so great that, by the fourth or fifth burst, Alex popped right off the end of his cock, landing with a splat on the ground. He rolled onto his back, draining rapidly, as Frankie kept firing, massaging his maleness relentlessly. He came again, orgasm upon orgasm, spraying every square inch of the tent. Alex, moaning and gurgling on the ground in front of him, ended up below his monstrous sac. The feline's arms squeezed at the white fur of Frankie's nuts as the coyote growled, moaned, and humped his hips. He could feel the body underneath his balls and shuddered as he came even harder.
There was no stopping this. It had to run its course. Frankie's mind was a blur of lust and pleasure as he rolled Alex over onto his hands and knees. The cat's arms and legs barely touched the ground because of his still-bloated belly.
The cat yowled as he felt a massive length push under his tail. Frankie couldn't stop himself as he thrust in, hammering at the lynx's ass, until he broke through. He sunk in hard, deep, stretching the feline's rump just as he'd done to the cat's muzzle. Foot after foot of thick male dick slid deeply into the lynx's body, stretching him out anew. Underneath the bloated ball of gray and white fur, the lynx's cock throbbed, thickening and swelling, pumping out hot loads of jizz. His balls grew just as quickly, soon rivaling Frankie's massive sac, as they flooded with seed.
Frankie grunted when he realized his knot was plugging up the cat's bottom, preventing him from going in all the way. He growled, grasped Alex's hips, and pulled on him harshly, single-minded in his desire to pound the male with every foot of his incredible cock. Alex gurgled, cum streaming from his nose and lips, hardly able to flex his arms as the coyote had his way with him. Repeated thrusts gradually opened the cat's rear... Frankie had to strain, flex every muscle, urge his shaft and knot forward.
It took nearly an hour of pressure before Alex's rear finally gave out. The cat's eyes widened as the knot claimed him; his hips and belly distended around the girth of the thing like nothing more than a furry, fleshy condom. Frankie howled and came, harder than ever before. The poor lynx looked more like a Thanksgiving parade balloon with a ridiculously large red cock tacked on than a police detective.
Frankie's paws gripped the mass of Alex's pelt, sliding him roughly up and down his stupendous length. He could only manage short, fast strokes - his massive knot, twice as thick as the cat's hips at their normal size, prevented too much movement. And still he came, erupting time and again in the lynx's body. Alex's throat, nose, and cock all sprayed cum out, trying to reduce the pressure, but the sheer amount of fluid building up inside was just too great, and the cat kept getting bigger and more stretchy.
Frankie couldn't tell how long it lasted. The intense pleasure overwhelmed any kind of rational thought for hours and hours, it seemed like. The tent was dark, with no light making it in from outside, and a few inches of seed rolled slowly towards the gutters. His cock, however, was smaller, softer. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped at where the round ball of lynx's hips would have been, were they not so stretched, and pulled him up.
His knot popped out with surprising ease, but Alex's throat opened in a mighty yowl as the rest of his massive shaft slithered free. The feline's gaping rump landed on the ground, immediately releasing a gush of coyote-cum. Frankie staggered to his feet and looked down at himself as his thick pink cock slowly pulled itself into its sheath. His balls were huge, bigger even than the fox's, and forced his knees apart. His cock was probably five and a half feet, maybe even six, at its height, while flaccid, as it was now, it was a good two, and about as thick. He shivered as he watched it pull into the white, taut sheath, and patted it. It jiggled, sending pleasurable vibrations down into his prodigious nut sack.
Alex gurgled and moaned, rolling onto his back as he drained. His body gradually assumed roughly the shape he'd been before, but his sheath was fat and thick as a coffee can - and about twice as long. A long, thick, deep red cock lay across his belly, growing by the moment. Already deep in the throes of his transformation, Alex managed to get his lips to work and say something to Frankie.
"If you don't start sucking my cock," he wheezed, hips jerking as his length expanded, "I'm going to do what you just did to me... twice."
Frankie shuddered as a fresh batch of new pheromones hit his nose. His cock, so recently retreated, shivered and throbbed warningly, and his powerful nuts jostled, roiling and swelling.
The coyote limped over to the feline, dragging his sac behind him, and reached for the bloated male's cock. Alex whined as the canine fondled it, stroking and lifting it. It was almost three feet long now and felt hard as a rock in Frankie's paws. He grinned and leaned forward, thinking of something fun he could try.
Facing Alex, Frankie grasped the cat's paws and pulled him up, forcing the shivering, moaning feline to stand. They leaned together, so that Alex's shaft pushed into Frankie's belly and chest. Their massive nuts roiled and squeezed together between their legs as they leaned, both their muzzles licking and kissing over the tip of Alex's deep red stalk. The erect shaft pulsed and throbbed, spurting clear pre-cum, mashing against Frankie. Frankie massaged the deep red length as his hips thrust, driving his flaccid cock and sheath into the cat's tool. He was getting hard again and it felt incredible to have this massive, hard dick sliding and slipping against his growing meat. He gripped his sheath, tugging at the white-furred flesh, moaning as it stretched out and his huge cock pushed out by another foot or so.
Soon, his cock towered in the air between his body and Alex's, a bit bigger than the lynx's as it curved against the other pole. The coyote's light pink flesh ground against the lynx's darker red shaft as their arms met, holding themselves together, hips pumping and thrusting. More clear pre-cum poured down between their erections as the frottage continued; their huge balls shifted, grinding, fighting for space between their spread legs.
Frankie couldn't even see any of Alex's head or chest, just his arms coming from behind this massive, nearly 4-foot cock. It was still growing, though Frankie's was at its full, incredible height, nearly five and a half feet altogether. It felt so good he could hardly even gasp as the pheromones sent him on a dizzying journey through rampant pleasure. Their hips shoved together as their tips smeared each other with pre, veins on veins, slick skin on slick skin, balls grinding and touching below.
Frankie pushed his shaft forward, holding the slit open, and shoved it right down over Alex's stiff stalk as the feline followed his lead. The cat yowled as he felt the warmth and tightness surround his length; Frankie's mouth dropped open and his balls churned anew. His urethra stretched and bulged outwards, showing every outline, every vein of Alex's shaft through the taut skin. His cock stretched, pulsing and throbbing around the lynx's oversized member as it shoved deeper down his tight urethra.
Frankie managed a grin as his balls began to bloat - the force of Alex's eruptions were forcing cum back into his swollen nuts. They grew larger, heavier, forcing his legs further apart, until his toes barely touched the ground. He wobbled, essentially sitting on top of his incredibly large balls, as the link's hands squeezed his shaft, hips pounding away at the tight, slick, wet insides.
Alex's lips pulled back in a lustful sneer as his eyes closed, cock surging in length to just under five feet. The lynx's bushy, short tail stood straight behind him as he pumped forward, hilting inside Frankie's stretched, tight shaft. The feline yowled as his orgasm blasted through his body, making his legs shake, his fingers tremble, and his whole body tense. Every strand of fur stood straight as he began to cum straight down Frankie's urethra.
The coyote's cock jerked as an orgasm thrilled through his body, but no cum made it out, not with the force of the seed explosions Alex was pumping straight into his bloating balls. Frankie cried out, paws on the base of his swollen member as he was lifted up into the air by his own engorged testicles. They spread outwards, flattening against the pavement, growing and bloating and stretching until he was hovering almost five feet above the street, legs dangling uselessly over the sides of his own white nut sac.
From outside the tent, the police officers waited, listening for the moans, squeals, and gasps to end, for the flood of jizz to stop. They'd gone through four tankers pulling the pungent goop out of the drains already so that it wouldn't get into the river.
What they didn't know, however, was that the city had built its current sewer system on top of an old one. Over time, holes opened up, allowing water and other fluids to transfer from one to another. These lower sewers were flooding with cum, breaking down crumbling mortar. The old drains went directly to the local reservoir, from which the entire city drew its supply of fresh water. When Alex pulled his cock-plug from Frankie's shaft, the built-up flood of coyote and lynx cum not only re-painted the interior of the haz-mat tent, threatening to blow holes right through the plastic as the pressure-hose-like explosion continued, it sent a near tidal wave of male cum through those lower tunnels, destroying what few barricade remained to prevent it from reaching the reservoir. Their cum, unlike Ralph's from earlier when it washed down the drain, would bypass the water treatment plant.
As Alex and Frankie continued their lust-filled sexual escapes, Ralph watched the news on his television, feet propped up on his massive sac, a worried expression on his face. When alerts popped up telling people not to drink the water, he started to look really guilty.
But at least they'd be quicker about creating buildings that could accommodate his kind, once all the males in the city ended up with five-foot dongs.
So, small victories?
The End