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Tim was bored.

Sure, it was nice being able to not work. The monthly stipend check coming in from the pharmaceutical company responsible for his predicament was plenty to let him live comfortably; his lawyer had seen to that. The idea of his new 'condition' rendering him unable to work was amusing to him. But it had been a class-action suit, and there were some furs who hadn't been as 'lucky' as him.

His response had come from an allergic reaction and pills. It was the pills that had saved him. The drug had also been leaked in topicals and injections, each dozens of times more concentrated than what he'd taken. The one time he'd showed up in court... The thought still secretly aroused him. After his explosive masturbatory session, his package had settled into its current size; a cock as wide as his thigh, poking slightly past his knee when fully erect, and a pair of heavy, round balls that hovered between watermelons at their smallest and suitable replacements for furniture at their largest. But he was positively TINY compared to some of the other victims. A dragoness, allergic like him, with breasts so large that she couldn't even reach her nipples. A stallion; seven feet of draft horse with a member whose sheath was as big around as a manhole cover. A rabbit girl with thighs as big around as his torso, a mink whose tail had to be piled across an entire row of the courtroom, a snake whose tail had outgrown the bodies of most nagas... Yes, he'd gotten off lucky, all things considered.

But with no work, no NEED to work, and clothing options for the thousands affected still rather limited... Tim had become the thing he'd used to hate most: a daytime television watcher. And even that was boring him. He scratched his balls absently, flipping through the channels. He'd taken to going bottomless, and was currently sporting a cheap t-shirt, socks, and not much else. Early on, he'd hastily adapted some of his pajamas, removing the crotch to let it 'all hang out.' He didn't use those much any more. One of the hidden benefits of the growth was that it did more than grow the organs in question. It altered bodies so that they'd be able to accommodate the new growth. That dragoness? Walked tall and proud, with back muscles any bodybuilder would die to have. The snake-turned-naga? Able to slither easily on the new appendage. The benefit for Tim was that he'd finally gotten part of his goal for going to the gym all those years; his legs were huge, chiseled, glorious... His tail had bulked up to counterbalance, and his paws had grown three sizes. At least below the waist, he was perfect.

Nothing even on the premium channels... The scratch had turned into an absent rub, the caress sending small electric tingles of pleasure through him. They let out an audible gurgle... He hadn't drained them yet today... He flipped off the television and hauled himself to his feet. He had to admit... As grotesque as it looked to some... He rather liked the look of his new outline. His balls shifted heavily against his thighs as he stepped towards his (new) bathroom, and his cock slowly began to harden in anticipation. By the time he stepped in, It was standing proudly in front of him like a lance.

The bathroom remodel had stripped nearly everything; new walls to replace the cum-stained originals, hastily-modified plumbing to accommodate both his size and production. The biggest change that he'd insisted on as soon as he realized that his new size was permanent was what he stepped into now. The bathroom had been fitted to hold a massive jacuzzi. Big enough for five, with shower-heads above and water jets below, it let Tim relax and stretch out, package able to drift comfortably for as long as he wished. The bonus was, it also provided a nice large enclosed space for him to drain himself without making a mess.

The glass partition closed behind him with a dull thud, and Tim slid down the wall to sit in the tub. His legs spread automatically, making room for his scrotum to rest on the cool porcelain. His cock stood proud, fully hard, throbbing and waiting, its opening streaming pre in tiny rivulets right at eye level. He stripped off his shirt, placed his cell phone just outside the bathtub's enclosure, and tossed the shirt aside. All valuables secured against the incoming bath, he got to work.

It had taken him exactly four days before he sucked himself off. With a cock this size, it was almost a foregone conclusion. His hands went to his cock, scooping up the pre and lubing his length while he leaned forward and took the head into his maw. His pre was... an acquired taste. Salty, musky, and heady, it wasn't BAD, per se, but it wasn't delicious either. Still, the feeling of his mouth across his head (what he could fit into it, anyway) and his tongue probing his slit was incredible. He was rewarded with a renewed spurt of pre, filling his mouth. He swallowed reflexively, but let a majority of it drool out, giving his hands more to work with as they slid up and down his length.

He closed his eyes and murred deeply as he began to get truly into it. His fingers danced across his cock, rubbing in his clear fluids, making his entire manhood moist and slippery. Pre ran freely from his mouth as he licked and suckled, running down his chin, chest, pooling in his belly button and around his crotch. His balls churned needily, and one hand went down to caress and pat their gravid mass as if assuring them they weren't forgotten.

He shifted his legs, using them and his tail to awkwardly knead his scrotum as his hands picked up the pace. Tim could taste the shift in his output as his climax approached; less pre, more true cum. It was heavier, thicker. Cups of it came spurting forth in time with his heartbeat, and Tim forced himself to slow down. Edging himself was the best way, he'd found, to really drain himself.

And it felt incredible after such a buildup.

He broke his french kiss with his cock with a splutter and a gasp, flinching as a heavy shot of cum smacked him across the cheek. "Hah..." He closed his eyes and leaned back, now hugging his rod against his body, humping, his arms and chest slick in his seed and so wonderful against the skin of his rod. Cum was coming regularly now, coating his neck and chin in seed, splattering behind him, beginning to fill the tub...

He really ought to be timing these. As it was, he held out as long as he could from the orgasmic shocks of his member. Finally, with a grunt, he succumb. His hips picked up pace, humping along his chest, hands hugging and stroking his cock frantically. His tail curled around his orbs, squeezing and massaging, while he braced against the far wall of the tub, toes clenched in pleasure.

He came with a moaning roar. What came now made his previous mess seem a mere trickle. An inch-thick gout of cum shot from his member with enough force to wetly 'thwack' against his jaw. He moaned as rockets of pleasure shot through his entire body, making him lock up as his cock and balls emptied themselves. Spurt after spurt of liquid pleasure washed through him, making him quiver and writhe.

Minutes later, he relaxed with a splash. The shower was drenched in his seed. The wall behind him looked like someone had sprayed it with a fire hose, and droplets of cum were running down along the other three walls. The glass partition looked like frosted glass, and Tim was up to his hips in the stuff, pooled warmly half a foot deep in the tub. He sighed contentedly, scooping up handfuls of the stuff and rubbing it into his scales. Surprisingly - or perhaps not so surprisingly - his cum did wonders for his scales. He leaned back, rubbing his deflated balls with one hand, smearing his legs up with the other.

That ought to take care of them... at least until tomorrow. He flipped open the hot water, letting it cascade over him. No, not a bad way to spend his morning at all.