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Luther wasn't normally a morning person, but today, he practically leapt out of bed. Granted, it was three in the afternoon, but for Luther, that was still quite early. A hot shower washed away the tingling fatigue, and he applied a special cream to his fur to give it a certain luster. Today was a big day after all, and he was bursting at the seams with excitement. His excitement dampened when he opened the window of his bedroom and the rays of the afternoon sun hit his skin, causing a sensation of burning. Luther sighed and closed the heavy blinds, mood dampening quickly.

Luther was a bat, and so his weariness of the sun was understandable. The thin membrane that composed a bat's wings were especially sensitive to rays of sunshine, though their eyes were also susceptible, as were their large ears. To travel during a sunny day, bats generally took precautions. Despite the summer heat just outside his door, Luther pulled on a large overcoat, the fabric treated to keep the rays of sun out. To wear it, he had to tuck his wings (which were connected to the underside of his arms) into the coat's sleeves. He tucked his ears beneath a bowler hat, which immediately made his ears hurt only slightly less than the sun would do. A pair of sunglasses that did not fit well on his oddly shaped snout adorned his face. Trying to look through the tinted glass gave him a headache.

The pharmacy, his destination, was about six blocks away. With the blistering summer heat and the heavy coat on his back, it felt like six miles. Luther thanked the stars when he finally reached the local pharmacy, and stepped through the automatic doors. The coolness of air conditioning rushed against him, infiltrating the cracks in the coat's embrace. He was quick to take off his hat and his sunglasses, and then hung his coat on a hangar near the door.

In the back of the pharmacy, Dr. Albert Si was patiently sorting pills. Luther tapped the bell on the counter, and the doctor's large ears perked. He turned, blue eyes focusing on the bat. "Luther?"

Albert was a friend of a friend. Luther didn't really like him, and he didn't like that Albert used his first name like that. He ignored it for now, and passed his insurance card over the counter. "I've got a bottle of pills on hold."

Albert pulled a bottle from under the counter, but before he set it down, he read the label. Albert wasn't the most emotional of rodents, generally keeping a shy, solemn face and rarely speaking above a mousy squeak. After his blue eyes skimmed the label, however, he couldn't help but laugh softly to himself.

"Aggro Growth Pills," he read. "You can't actually be trying these?"

Luther snatched the bottle away. "W-well... uhm..." Luther sighed. "You're not going to tell anyone, right?"

"Legally, I can't. Doctor-client privilege and all that. Just be careful with them. I've read some bad things about these."

Luther rolled his eyes. He made a show of unscrewing the bottle and emptying two pills into his palm, before throwing them into his mouth. He gulped audibly, before sticking his tongue out at Albert, revealing his mouth was now empty.

"You should take those with food," Albert said calmly. "And you should only take one a day."

Luther rolled his eyes. He slipped the bottle of pills into his short's pocket and walked away. On the security camera, Albert watched the bat leave. He waited ten additional seconds, just to be sure he wasn't coming back, before picking up the phone.

For once, Luther was actually happy about the excessive clothing he was forced to wear. The bottle of pills in his pocket rattled something fierce, and some silly part of him thought the people on the street might know what they were for. He felt safe inside the concealing coat and behind the obnoxious tinted glasses, his identity safely concealed. If only the heat weren't stifling. How happy he was when he got back to his apartment. Closing the door behind him and twisting all the locks into place, he thought he was finally home free, but heard a rustle in the kitchen. Still wrapped tight in his coat, he approached the kitchen slowly, and peeked his head inside.

Ophelia heard his footsteps, turned, and smiled. "Good afternoon, Luther."

Ophelia was a rabbit, or bunny, as she preferred to be called. Her favorite color was purple, which wasn't difficult to guess considering her choice of apparel, which today consisted of a soothing purple evening gown that embraced her sensual curves quite nicely. Her ears were folded back and down her back in an odd style, as if she were trying to mimic long hair. Luther always thought the style looked painful, but he wouldn't be surprised if Ophelia would do with some pain to look good. Having offered introductions, she turned and resumed her work, which was cutting up a head of lettuce into minced diamonds.

"What are you doing in my house?" Luther asked, not really sure what else to say.

"You invited me over, remember? Tonight is our date night."

Luther swallowed. "Uhm... yeah, tonight. Why are you here so early?"

"I thought I would come by and make you something. I let myself in. I hope you don't mind." Ophelia lifted the cutting board and sprinkled the minced lettuce over a tray of steaming lasagna. A sprinkling of dried flies and ladybugs came next, and then a few neatly sliced tomatoes. "Your diet confuses me," she said. "I wasn't sure if you eat dinner or breakfast at this time, so I figured I would play it safe."

Luther pulled the bottle of pills out of his coat pocket before sitting down. To scoop out a spoonful of lasagna, Ophelia made a show of leaning over the tray, exposing her rather ample cleavage to Luther's wandering eyes. He did stare, but at least tried to be subtle about it.

"You sure Irwin won't be mad?" Luther asked. He picked up a fork and gently stabbed at the plate. "I really don't want him mad at me."

"Irwin broke up with me, not the other way around," Ophelia said softly.

"So I'm just the rebound guy?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not really." The first bite of the lasagna was quite pleasant. If nothing else, Ophelia was an excellent cook. Tomatoes, pasta, lettuce, along with the alluring crunch of ladybugs. It had been too long since Luther had last had a real home cooked meal, and too long since he had had delicious insects.

"Albert called me," Ophelia said. "He wanted me to tell you to take the pills with food."

Luther swallowed. "Did he say what the pills are for?"

Ophelia's gentle giggle told him everything. Shrugging, he opened the bottle and spilled two pills out. He popped them into his mouth without hesitation, and washed them down with a glass of spring water.

"Why do you just assume you're taking your pants off, anyway?" Ophelia asked. "Should I be insulted?"

"No, no," Luther said quickly. "I didn't... I just... You're used to doing it with Irwin the bull. If you did want to do something, I didn't want to earn a laugh."

For a few moments, they ate in silence. Ophelia's purple eyes were fixated on the bat, who felt a blush forming beneath his facial fur. If Ophelia noticed, she didn't say anything, nor did she look away.

"Would it put you at ease if I told you Irwin isn't that good?" she asked. "He's big, but it's true: size isn't everything. Sometimes it's how you use it."

"Size is something though?"

"Well... yeah..."

When Ophelia was done eating, she brought her dish to the sink. Luther popped two more pills into his mouth before she came back.

"Are you alright?" Ophelia asked. "You look a little queasy. Was it something I cooked?"

Luther rubbed his stomach gently. "I'm fine," he said. "I just feel a little weird."

Ophelia picked up the bottle from the table and quickly looked it over. "How many of these have you taken?"

"One," he said quickly.

"Be careful with these. I've read some odd stuff in regards to these pills. Don't take too many."

Luther nodded, though quickly took the bottle of pills back.

"I'm just using you to get back at Irwin," Ophelia said. "You understand that, right? I don't want to deceive you, or play with you. Well, manipulate you. I'd be happy to play with you."

Luther shrugged. "I understand, Ophelia. No kiss good night, and you'll be gone in the morning."

"No kiss good night, but..." Ophelia dipped her head, and gently kissed Luther on the snout. "Come to the bedroom whenever you're ready."

Luther watched as Ophelia sauntered down the hallway. The shift of her rump cheeks as she walked was quite apparent, even under the covering of her dress. Her adorable tail was up, exposing the curve of the cleft of her butt.

Luther supposed he should be mad about the entire situation, but Ophelia was someone he had dreamed about since he had met her. The only thing he was really worried about was dealing with her bull ex-boyfriend, but that could wait until tomorrow. He popped two more pills into his mouth and washed them down, before rushing down the hallway.

Ophelia was already half-nude and laying comfortably on the bed by the time he arrived. Her evening gown was thrown carelessly over a chair, so all she wore were a pair of purple panties and a purple bra that cupped her impressive C-cups. Ophelia's auburn fur was so beautifully cared for, it almost seemed to glow in the low light of the bedroom. The bunny spread her legs slowly, revealing the slight weight of her vagina, pressed tight against the thin fabric of her panties. There was a slightly darker spot on the crotch, a sign she was already drooling in anticipation of what was about to come. Luther felt a little proud about that.

He realized his pants were fitting a little tight. Unbuttoning them, he let them drop to his knees and took a step forward. His underwear was barely holding his erection at bay. At any moment, the pillar of flesh threatened to tear the briefs at the seams and spill into the open air. The briefs were fitting so tight, in fact, Luther found it a bit difficult to work them off his thighs, but eventually managed and they joined his pants on the floor. The pills were working, it seemed. His erection had grown at least two sizes, and the added weight was just a tad painful. He bit his lip, not wanting to show any discomfort to Ophelia, even hoping she might assume he had always been this well-endowed.

Ophelia rolled her eyes. Shifting onto her front, she stalked forward with almost feline grace, before shifting and sliding off the bed. "How many pills did you say you took?"

"Alright..." Luther said. "Maybe one and a half."

The bunny guided the bat to the bed and had him sit down. Although larger in size, there was nothing about his erection that seemed abnormal. In fact, he was not even as big as Irwin the bull. Not yet, at least. Ophelia's delicate fingers brushed over the shaft, her long nails leaving a tingling trail down the taught skin. Luther shifted nervously on his rump, giggling occasionally when she hit a spot that was particularly ticklish. His erection was a fleshy pink color that was quite different from his dark body fur, and the tanner fur of his rather large scrotum. Moments were spent gently stroking and tickling his penis, as she was in no rush. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but it seemed his erection was growing steadily larger.

Through half-lidded eyes, Luther watched Ophelia dip her head. While Irwin had a flat headed erection, Luther's was more of a common spear shape. She wrapped her long fingers around the middle of the shaft and lifted it up. Easing her head forward, she planted a gentle kiss upon the tip of the glans, before opening her mouth wide and putting it over the flesh. As the teeth gently closed, a shudder ran through Luther's body. He took hold of Ophelia's ears and tugged them forward, wordlessly asking her to take more of his cock. It was a little difficult, but having practiced on Irwin, she managed to open her mouth just a little wider, and put her teeth fully over his throbbing glans. Her cute front teeth applied a small amount of pressure onto the penis, heightening the sexual thrill that was coursing through Luther's soul. Ophelia began to hum around the girth, making her teeth vibrate just a bit. Her cheeks puffed out as creamy ooze began to flood her mouth.

Ophelia's large ears were not just for show. Even tugged by Luther's hands, her hearing was still quite acute, and she could actually hear the slosh of seed inside the testicles. She could smell it as well. Waft after waft of musk was rolling out of the fleshy erection in great, seductive waves.

At first she was not aware, but the erection seemed to still be growing. The stream of salty white was washing her mouth faster than she could gulp it down, and her cheeks were forced to stretch farther and farther. The weight of the cock was steadily growing as well, applying unpleasant weight upon her jaw. Luther was still tugging her ears, keeping her from backing away. She smacked his hands away, before easing her head back and off the massive pillar of drooling flesh.

Ophelia took a moment to rub her aching jaw. Groans and whimpers from Luther brought her attention back to him, though as she looked to his erection, she was utterly shocked at the sheer size. It had inflated to nearly the width and girth of her forearm. She eased her fingers around the flesh, and felt it grow steadily larger at her touch. Using her hand span, she was able to measure the erection as a little over a foot and a half in length, and maybe six inches in girth.

The thought of taking the erection into her mouth sent a fearful shiver up her spine. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around his glans and held the erection steady. Rather than put her mouth over the girth, she lowered her snout and carefully slipped it between the large slit that crowned the cock. A bubble of white gushed out of the slit and slipped into her nostrils. She tilted her head back and sneezed.

Luther propped his hands behind him and pushed himself up. He wore a blush as he looked at the growing shaft between his legs, and the testicles that were steadily swelling in size. By now, they were a pair of grapefruits in a fur covered sack. The scent of his musk, wafting out of his fleshy penis, was making him feel even more flustered, and causing a steady stream of white to wash out of his cock. Of course, the more he leaked, the more musk he excreted, which caused him to leak more.

Ophelia turned her head to the side and very gently began to nibble and bite over the flesh, treating it not unlike a carrot. Her teeth were not particularly sharp, nor was her jaw very strong. There was no way she could hurt him, even if she wanted to. Instead, she focused on sending tingling surges through his aching penis, applying just enough pressure to make the bat whine and snarl, before her teeth moved to another spot. Beads of white slipped out of the slit and rolled down the stretched skin. When the erection's girth had increased to the point she could no longer even nibble, she simply began to lick, kiss, and slurp up every tasty drop of white that rolled into her tongue's path.

Ophelia tilted her head back to catch her breath. Her hands stroked up the slick flesh steadily, feeling it grow thicker and larger under her fingertips. Occasionally she licked and smooched it, but mostly she just watched as it swelled right before her eyes. She helped Luther off the bed and eased him to a seated position on the ground, before lowering to her knees before the flesh obelisk, as if it were a deity. Two feet now, she would guess. And approaching eight inches in girth. Larger than Irwin's penis now. Larger than the largest she had ever seen. Magnificent.

When the erection was as thick as her narrow torso, and the testicles were the size of her head, she inched forward on her knees. Her delicate fingers brushed the furless pillar, sending the pleasant tingles through his shaft, just like before. The weight of the erection was causing it to lean. The problem was solved by wrapping her arms around the impressive girth. Three feet at least. And over a foot wide. And all hers. She crooned with delight, breathing the deep, musky odor. The taste was familiar, but also so very strange. It was so much stronger, so much rawer than any of the musky flavors she'd ever sampled before in her admittedly "active" life.

A shudder ran through Luther, as did a deafening squeal. He bucked up, causing his slick flesh to rub against the warm auburn fur that coated the bunny's chest. Squeezing tighter to the erection, her breasts came to flank the upper glans, giving it an odd pressure at its sides. The cock was still drooling pre in great rolls. The musky white rolled down the erection in beads and soaked Ophelia's crown and ears. Any drops that passed her were abruptly licked up.

Ophelia held as tight to the erection as she could, even as its size steadily increased. She closed her eyes, and rested her cheek against the warm, pulsing flesh. Pressed so tight against the girth, every beat of the bat's heart thundered through her entire body. The testicles were still inflating, and actually pushing her back. Without breaking the tight embrace, she lifted her legs and wrapped them carefully around the growing cock. She sat down on the inflating testicles and wrapped her thick thighs around the penis' base. Her rump coming to settle on the balls pressed a large blob of white out of the flesh pillar, a blob so large it nearly drowned her as it drenched her face. The wet fur of her vagina touched against the slick, pulsing skin, and the warmth it provided eased her lust only slightly. Desperately, she began to rock herself back and forth, rubbing her nethers against the warm pillar. And still the cock expanded, taller and fatter. She hugged it, refusing to yield even an inch as it grew fatter and fatter against her.

Luther's face spoke of the unadulterated bliss that was surging through him. The fact he had remained propped up was nothing short of remarkable. A devilish grin spread across the bunny's face. Still squeezing tight to the shaft, she straightened her back as far as she could. The slit had widened to the point she could plunge her snout deep between the flesh lips, which was exactly what she did, burying her face until only her ears were free of the slit's embrace. Luther jerked up once, before falling back. After that, the only movements he made were weak spasms and long, drawn out gasps. Snout pressed deep inside the folds of the slit, Ophelia swilled her tongue about, licking at dribbles of cream that were within reach. However, grasping the erection so tight with her arms and legs, only a drool of white was able to escape the squeeze. Luther was pounding the ground and shaking madly. He was begging and pleading with Ophelia to release his enormous cock and let the seed flow free, or pleading with her to keep her grip tight, and let the painful ripples run through him.

For her part, Ophelia kept her fingers locked tight, even as the girth grew and began to force her arms apart. The cock was easily a head taller than her, and the testicles she was sitting on were the size of a couch. Throb after throb rippled through the gargantuan penis, but still she held tight to it, even as folds of flesh grew around her arms and legs. Rolls of white continued to dribble down and soak her crown.

Luther humped into the air suddenly. The force of the penis bucking like a wild bull sent Ophelia onto her tail. No longer squeezed in her arms and legs, Luther's load was no longer burdened, and a torrent of seed was suddenly rushing up the flesh tub. The slit flailed wide to compensate the flood of white muck that was gushing out of it. There was no break in the rush, either. There were no individual blobs, broken up with patient lulls. Instead, there was simply a massive rush of cream gushing out of the penis. The sound was like a river flowing, which was not actually far from the truth.

Ophelia watched the display with raw ecstasy rushing through her. The erection was exploding with the majesty of a volcano. A steady geyser of white rippled out of the widened slit and washed through the room, coating the ceiling and then the walls... and Ophelia was just thankful she was in Luther's apartment and not her own. She quickly rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around the grand shaft, though this time could not fully embrace it. She didn't mind though. She hugged the great girth as best she could, riding it like a bucking bull. Luther was furiously humping the air, snorting and laughing loudly as squishy globs continued to rain out.

Luther gave a deep sigh of relief when the spray of his cock finally slowed, though it did not stop completely. Rolls of white were still oozing out of the slit and running down the musky flesh. Ophelia planted one final kiss upon the engorged glans, before standing up. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to comb out the copious amount of muck. Five feet at least, she mused, gazing at the magnificent erection that was stretching out before her. His testicles were two inflated jugs of cream.

Luther was panting quite loud. An orgasm to paint the walls white would leave even the manliest of men tuckered out. Truth be told, she was not doing too much better herself. But because she did not know when the effects of the strange pills might wear off, she didn't want to squander an opportunity for another game. Easing her arms around the erection once more, she gave it a gentle squeeze, and much to her delight, found it swell just a little beneath her touch. Just how big the cock could grow was a question she intended to answer.