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Life, Love, and Growth

Nicolas tapped his claws away at the keyboard as if his life depended on it, a sense of urgency in each keystroke. His eyes locked in focus on the beaming screen in front of eyes and even his ringed tail lay still. The raccoon took a moment to grumble, tugging at the collar of his button up shirt, which seemed to get tighter the more focused he became, and the more time ticked by. Each minute after five the clock ticked was one more bit of information threatening to overload his mind. Sweat dripped down his brow as his eyes darted from line to line, his mind trying to keep pace with the demand without becoming too burnt out.

"Nic, man! You're still here?" a voice beamed out from the stressed 'coon's office doorway. His gaze only turned for a moment to the male mink standing there with a questioning look on his face. Nicolas chuckled with mixed emotion at his co-worker's concern. He was both appreciative and bothered by his presence, and tried his best to give minimal response and continue focusing on the task at hand.

"No, Garret." He replied with a grin while reaching his paw over to the computer mouse, eyes tarting from icon to icon in quiet contemplation of his next move.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, bro" Garret rolled his eyes, taking a more relaxed posture against the door frame before continuing,"Why, though? Aren't you going on vacation next week?"

"Yes, I am. I just have to catch up before I leave." Nicolas sighed and stopped momentarily to take a deep breath, then went back to his focused state, tapping key after key in attempt to catch up on the work he'd need to complete. The pressure was starting to get to him, and he breathed deep to try to control himself, closing his eyes to relax momentarily. The last thing he wanted to do was snap at Garret.

"Look, Go home to your boyfriend." Garret said plainly. Nicolas stopped in his tracks. As strong as his focus was, it was broken at an instant as the manly, popped- collar-type, 'bro' of a mink spouted the word that anywhere else would be lovely.. but here.. How did he know? The raccoon's mind raced while he stopped in dread, hardly moving as if natural instinct told him to be still.

"That sure as hell got your attention, huh? Relax, bro!" Garret inquired rhetorically as he stepped closer to his raccoon coworker, looking over Nic's matted, disheveled brown hair and frozen state. Garret knew that had hardly talked at work, and also figured the way he looked and acted, his poor coworker was probably assuming the worst, so he knelt over to eye level with him with a reassuring smile and chuckle.

"Look, Nic, we all know, and no one cares," The mink continued, resulting in Nicolas relaxing enough to look him face to face before he continued, "I don't care what has happened to you in your past or lack thereof, and I don't care to know. You can relax though, we're not going to stone you or something."

Garret laughed at that, resulting in a nervous chuckle from Nicolas, who simply went back to tapping his claws along the keyboard. His mind raced from thoughts of worry to relief and back again as quick as the breeze. It was the warmest surprise he had gotten in a while to have someone as stereotypically masculine looking as Garret confronting him to relax him. On the other hand, if everyone knew like the mink said, he was doing something wrong. He wasn't so much concerned about discrimination as the fact that his social and personal life was somehow getting mixed with his professional one. He took pride in this separation.

After a few moments, Garret boomed out

"Hey! I wasn't kidding!" The mink laughed, tossing Nicolas' jacket at him from across the room. Nic wrestled to get it off his face and looked over questioningly at his coworker, as if he had missed everything he said.

"Huh?" Nicolas asked, his tail flicking behind him in his confusion.

"I said go home to your boyfriend, Nic. You guys are going on vacation tomorrow, I'll handle your workload." Garret said simply. Adding this to the last surprise, Nicolas found himself rather confused as to Garret's intentions. He was by all means hardworking, but this is the first time that he had done anything nice to Nic in particular, and for a first time it was rather much.

"I already told the boss. I'm here for the rest of the night with nothing better to do, Nic, and I'd rather do something than nothing." Garret replied to the confused look on the raccoon's face.

"Well.. If you insist, Garret. I admit, though, I am speechless." Nic replied, dumbfounded as he stood up to slip his jacket on.

"No need to say anything anyway, man, just enjoy."

Garret departed, leaving Nic with more questions running through him than he could juggle. He felt a great burden being lifted from his shoulders, but at the same time another burden rested on them. It felt better, nonetheless, and though he felt he now had to tend to potential damage control, he wasn't about to squander the opportunity, and raced out down the elevators, to the parking garage, and back home.

Melodic humming, pungent, delicious smells, and smooth lounge music filled the air. It, and the bubbling of boiling water, were music to the tall, slender otter's ears as he worked. He was multitasking like a king, Stirring a pot of spaghetti with one paw while grabbing a tray out of the oven with another and balancing a strainer on his rudder tail. He enjoying the activities with the thought of his mate's reaction on his masked muzzle.

The door creaked open without the otter noticing, bobbing and swaying about to the music as Nicolas walked in the room. The raccoon took the moment to watch his boyfriend's joyous aura while he took a deep breath of the aroma in the air. His worries of work washed away in an instant as he watched his rudder-butt boyfriend prepare them both dinner. He certainly hadn't felt this at home in a long time.

"Oh Lute, hun, you are quite possibly the gayest thing I've laid eyes on." Nicolas called out with a grin on his face. Lute turned around with grin to match the raccoon's, while comically adorned in nothing but an apron that read 'Kiss the Ott'. Nicolas burst out laughing and threw his jacket on the table next to him

"Good god, you are adorable." Nic laughed, grinning ear to ear before throwing his arms around his boyfriend. Lute easily forgot all his tasks and slumped into the deep kiss that Nic greeted him with. His thick rudder-like tail raised to set the strainer on the counter behind him. With his only immediate concern dealt with, he pushed back into the kiss firmly, making his masked lover stagger back against the kitchen wall.

The otter growled playfully into the kiss, his tongue teasing along his mate's muzzle before probing inside. Nic quickly lost himself in the abrupt passion and slumped his arms around the taller otter's waist. As time sank the raccoon deeper in bliss, his claws traced firmly, but carefully along Lute's back and sides. Nicolas' tail twitched with his bliss, and the kiss alone was enough to make an uncomfortable bulge in the raccoon's work pants. As quick as the kiss was, it managed to wish away his worries and replace them with only thoughts of passion, and for a moment his mind danced around this fact in amazement.

Nicolas growled right back to the otter and pushed back on him firmly but playfully, releasing himself from the wall, and their kiss. Both Lute and the raccoon licked their maws, savoring the subtle taste of each other. Nic smirked and looked up and down his lover's body and traced a claw up the apron to where it was tied.

"Lose this silly thing. I want you. Now." The raccoon smirked, leaning his muzzle in to nip playfully at the otter's chest. His paw wandered to his brown-furred lover's sides, scratching along them softly while moving inward and down to his crotch. Lute grinned and pressed again against his raccoon, pushing him to the wall and leaning his muzzle in to his ear, cooing hotly into it..

"Have I ever told you how absolutely sexy your pudgy ass looks in that work getup, 'coon?" Lute smirked, his paw reaching to lewdly grin the tubby raccoon's lovehandles. This succeeded in making his lover blush a deep red, and the assertive otter took this opportunity to reach his other paw to rub along his lover's average sized, but thick member. Feeling Nicolas melt in his arms made the otter proud, and he took in the feeling for a moment before continuing. He leaned his muzzle in to greet his lover with another kiss, only to stop suddenly as they were molecules away..

"But you're going to have wait, dear.. this dinner is important to me," Lute said softly, letting out a low growl as he reaches his paw around to grasp Nic's fleshy, jiggling rump, "Besides.. I think you're going to LOVE dessert."

With that, the otter broke away, humming to himself as he returned to his dinner, leaving his lover to recover. Lute heard Nic mutter 'hot damn' under his breath before shaking off his haze of lust and leaving to get changed into more comfortable clothes, making the otter grin happily, reveling in his devious plans and effect on his tubby boyfriend.

Nicolas emerged some time later, drawn out by the delicious smells that filled their house. The sight of their dining table impressed him, to say the least. Lute had cooked them a gigantic, thanksgiving style feast, with the size of their portions obviously tilted to Nic's side of the table. The raccoon took it all in with both a blush at the underlying knowledge that Lute was playing with their fetishes, and deeply impressed with the otter undertaking such an ambition to please him.

"Oh.. my.. I don't know what to say. I hardly think even I could eat all this!" Nicolas said with a deep blush and toothy smirk, playing coy with his otter boy. Lute sat opposite of where his lover stood and smirked, taking in his tubby lover's reaction while beckoning him to sit. The masked raccoon took a seat and obeyed, grinning ear to ear at the realization of what Lute had in store for him.

"Oh, I think you can manage, butterball." Lute grinned and grabbed his wine glass full of red wine, raising it to his lover. Nicolas followed suit and raised his own glass. The otter thought for a moment about what to toast for before grinning again, "To unending love, and terrible fetishes." Lute finished with a chuckle, making Nicolas laugh. With a toast, their feast began.

Though it was really Nicolas' feast. Lute paced himself, not wishing to overindulge just yet. Even so, the devious otter was too busy watching each morsel of food being shoved into his lover's ravenous maw. Nicolas held nothing back, and didn't want to even if he could. Abandoning mannerisms and subtlety at the door, it was his animalistic instinct to take advantage of such readily available food, and it took hold with little effort. Lute watched as slice after slice of turkey was stuffed into his lover's fat maw, pint after pint of mashed potatoes sliding down the ravenous gullet, and glass after glass of wine was chugged down into the fat 'coon's rapidly bloating belly. The wine Lute payed most attention to, each glass making him grin further and further. Nicolas would have noticed that his lover had stopped eating altogether if it weren't for his quickly overwhelming buzz turning into full blown drunken, ravenous lust for food and more alcohol, which was exactly what Lute was counting on.

The otter watched as his lover pigged out, eventually getting off his seat to help. Knowing well that Nicolas was the type to be concerned with his lack of eating, Lute knew the alcohol was doing well to play on his lust fueled gluttony for more. He knelt down at his lovers side and rubbed the tight but soft belly as it struggled to find room for all the food being shoved in it. With each gulp, he could feel it raise higher, expanding in every direction. The feeling of the expansion, along with his raccoon's lack of concern for it only succeeded in enticing Lute further.

He could see that Nic felt it too, knowing that the enticing feeling of gluttonous growth only fueled his big, fat raccoon's lust and gluttony. Lute tried his best to ignore the fact that his own member was not only poking anxiously against his pants, but that he had oozed so much pre-cum that his undergarments were probably ruined. The otter leaned forward and gave Nicolas' huge stomach a kiss, making the raccoon shiver and moan, yet his attention never wavered from the food in front of him, exactly as Lute wanted.

Nicolas let out a thunderous belch and groaned, his distended belly bumping uncomfortably against the table, making him look like he were nine months pregnant with twins. The raccoon let out a guttural groan of lust, pushing out his belly in a lazy, long-shot attempt to rip his (now very uncomfortable) pants off him. The button popped off and went flying across the room, pinging off a large urn of gravy (which prompted Lute to duck for cover), whereas the seams of the large raccoon's pants suffered a more grueling fate. The raccoon's taut, furry belly gurgled loudly in struggle with his overindulgence, while the raccoon himself, however, enjoyed every moment, as apparent by the bulge in what remained of the crotch in his tattered pants.

"Ohh, Lute.. I -hic- can't eat another bite!" Nicolas gurgled out from his turkey-induced bliss. Lute smirked and rubbed along his lover's tight belly, tracing a claw teasingly up his lover's sides, watching each twitch and squirm with eager deviance.

"Oh, not even this wafer thin mint?" Lute cooed teasingly before letting out a cackle. Nicolas rolled his eyes, getting the joke despite his mind-numbing drunkenness. With a start, the food receptacle of a raccoon threw his head back in a loud, orgasmic moan, much to Lute's surprise. The otter grinned and reached a paw around to grope and rub the now very wet, sticky spot around the tattered fabric of his lover's crotch, making Nic blush deeply.

"Now that is something new! You sexy fatass, you're really enjoying this aren't you?" Lute teased, taking a mental note at the sight of something around his lover's member, "Oh, good, the wine should be kicking in. Please, drink more!" The otter grinned, taking the bottle and shoving it in his lover's maw before he could think too much about what he just said. After a few moments of bashful chugs and gulps, the bottle was empty, and Lute switched right over to a new bottle. Nicolas gurgled out a vague attempt at a protest before suckling on the bottle, his lust for gluttony winning in the battle over his deep, blurry, drunken haze.

It was then that the sloshed raccoon noticed the tightening in his pants. His average sized bulge pressed uncomfortably against his pants and kept growing, even despite his earlier orgasm. After a few moments, the rest of his tattered pants tore fully to shreds, allowing his flaccid, foot and a half long member to flop out, along with his churning, swelling sack. Nicolas growls in deep lust at the realization that the alcohol was fueling this growth and gulped mouthfuls of the wine down eagerly.

Lute's plan had unfolded perfectly. The wine was fueling his lover's lust and growth, while lowering any bit of restraint that the raccoon would have had otherwise. He was faintly worried about the sheer amount of wine that his lover was putting down, but wasn't too concerned. If worst came to worst, they'd have a full night of milking on their paws (followed by a morning of cleaning).

It was amazing to Lute that Nicolas could so much as lift his own paw to drink from the bottle at this point, as he was quickly being reduced to a blubbering ball of food-stuffed lust. This, of course, was the otter's plan, and the success of it only turned Lute on more. Seeing that the raccoon had put down the second bottle of wine, the otter hefted his weighty lover up off his chair, much to the raccoon's confusion, and chuckled, stumbling with the weight of his boyfriend leaning on his shoulders.

"Lets get to the bathroom, hun. You've drank about ten times the recommended amount of that growth serum. You're about to get huge, and I want you near a drain." Lute said, finding it best to word things simply. The vicious circle he has put his lover in seemed to be working better than intended, given Nicolas' lust-driven want for overindulgence (not that he minded one bit.). His lover turned to him and let out another thunderous belch before giggling, the force of which was enough to make Lute's ears twitch and the walls rattle.

"Heeeey yoou! Where is dessert? You said I'd love dessert and you haven't given me dessert!" Nicolas said, stumbling on his words almost more than he was stumbling about, making Lute's job of lugging his mate around much harder. With this, however, the otter stared his lover in his loose, cross-eyed face and chuckled.

"Wow, you're special hun."

"Thaaaank you!" The raccoon slurred, turning sharply in the other direction, resulting in his flaccid, yet nearly two foot long member slapping firmly against the wall much to Nicolas' drunken amusement, "woooah! Heehe!"

Lute decided it best to usher his quickly swelling lover to the bathroom as fast as possible, while his house was still intact, and Nic could still fit through a doorway. After a bit of struggling, he managed to get Nicolas into the very large bathroom, which was conveniently designed with a slightly slanted floor to a single drain in the middle, seemingly for just such occasions. Closing the door behind him, The otter brought his very bloated, drunken mate in for a kiss.

Lute panted hotly as he felt his stumbling mate's girth push him firmly against the bathroom wall, the near two foot long member pressing it's pre-oozing length into the otter's body. He was barely able to contain his own lust as the enormous member throbbed over and over again against his own, much smaller crotch, causing it to become almost painfully hard. His raccoon lumbered back and forth in a very drunkenly focused attempt to steady his growing form before pressing the huge member harder into Lute, dragging him into a kiss.

Lute smirked at Nic's sloppy, drunken, slobbery kiss, which made him even more frisky. He reached his paws down to grip the enormous dome of a belly, slipping a few paws under its' huge overhang and jiggling it, which sent ripples through the fat girth as the otter slid his tongue across his lover's. The raccoon's gut emitted a loud gurgle in protest to its' treatment of touches and jiggles as it struggled to digest the massive amounts of food within him. In tune with his stomach, Nicolas' balls churned and swelled steadily, producing seed at a much heightened rate from the otter's laced concoction. The raccoon huffed and panted heavily in his alcohol and lust induced heat, his member throbbed hard suddenly, spurting a jet of pre up that splattered messily into the two's kiss. Lute gasped and tried to pull away, only to have Nic tug the otter back into the sloppy kiss, mixing saliva with pre as their tongues rolled over one another's.

With how heavy his lover was panting and sweating, Lute would have thought Nicolas had run a marathon, not waddled a few rooms. He gave his raccoon the benefit of doubt, however, as he imagined it wasn't to easy to heft and waddle nearly twice your original weight while blackout drunk. Nicolas finally collapsed back on the tile flooring of the bathroom, overtaken both by the weight of his gut and member, and surging lust in his loins. Lute watched with lust filled fascination as the two and a half foot flaccid member throbbed, hardened, and lengthened, surging up above his tubby raccoon boyfriend, who spread his legs to give it some room, as if submitting to it's demands of lust and size.

Nicolas was out of breath and overwhelmed with the feelings between his legs. The awkwardness of having a mass that rivaled his own weight swinging between his legs mixed with sexual confidence, blindness, and lust all at once. The helpless raccoon lay with his tongue hanging out, hardly having the time or thought to beg for more, as each throb through his member sent waves of pleasure greater than any orgasm he ever had through his body that was strong enough to reduce him to a bumbling, drooling ball. The growth showed no signs of stopping as the sounds of his balls churning and producing seed filled the bathroom, playing music to both their ears.

Lute could hardly take the teasing visuals and enticing churns and tossed his apron aside. His already swollen member throbbed with the heat of his lust as he eyed his lover's tree trunk sized package, letting out a firm growl of approval at his own handiwork. The otter's paws roamed to the throbbing, veiny length before he could even think about doing it, guided by his own intense lust and want to please his bumbling lover. The slightest touch of his webbed paw against the gigantic length sent his lover into a series of orgasmic moans and squirms as the tip of the member oozed and spurted enough precum to fill most of a gallon jug.

"A bit sensitive, aren't ya?" Lute smirked as he teased his lover's helpless state, as well as his enormous length, admiring it as it throbbed and grew still, reaching slightly taller than the otter himself and a great deal wider. Nicolas simply groaned and gurgled in his drunken bliss, helplessly sprawled out and immobile from the weight of his beanbag chair nuts and length. It was clear that his raccoon was frustratingly trying to converse over his lust, and was losing that battle over and over. The otter smirked at the reply and leaned in to kiss the underside of the massive member as if to tell his boyfriend not to think of anything but his own lust. It throbbed hard with need as he did so, pumping pint after pint of pre down the length, some of it splattering over the floor and both of the couple's forms. The size was irresistible, and each pulsating throb and ooze of pre down its' veiny, hard yet soft length drove the otter deeper into a state of ravenous want to please it, as if it had a mind, and demands, of its' own.

"I should probably get you off before you break our house down, huh lovely?" Lute churred lovingly, snapping into more rational thought. Stepping carefully around and over the massive sac, he reached his arms around the massive length and gave it full body hug, licking and caressing the tip of the gigantic member with his tongue and handpaws while the rest of his body worked over the massive, hard length. The huge member sent spurts of pre down in thankful reply, making the length slick for the otter and soaking him in his lover's seed in the process. Lute blushed deeply upon being covered head to tail in the seed, the smell of his lover's musk and sex invading his senses and thoughts almost immediately. He licked his maw curiously, the taste pushing a craving for it in him that pushed him that much more to pleasure the raccoon's big length and milk it of the sweet, musky, delicious tasting spunk.

Lute growled playfully as he rubbed and ground his member against the much, much bigger one, knowing very well that his lover wouldn't be able to stand much more of the attention. The bigger Nicolas grew, the more sensitive he became, at least according to the serum's instructions and his lover's increased volume and frequency of moans. The only way to stop the growth was through orgasm, and as tempting as it was to see how big Nicolas could get, Lute preferred his home intact.

Nicolas howled, groaned, and growled in his mind, though they only came out as drunken drools and grunts with the pleasure growing until the raccoon could hardly keep his own mouth closed. The feelings had enveloped his body and senses. He had no control over his actions or the growth, and he was massive. The pleasure did well to blind the many thoughts flooding his mind and enticing him further until all he could think about was each throbbing growth and getting more pleasure. His eyes rolled, and lidded over in pleasure and his tail twitched nonstop. He felt like he was caught in the rapids of unending pleasure, and he never wanted it to end. However as soon as he thought this, his sack churned loudly and tightened to his body, his member throbbing hard and surging in growth, flesh filling a good portion of the room and squishing hard against the sturdy walls before his orgasm hit.

It hit Nic like a truck, and he couldn't help but howl out in ecstasy as his otter tightened around the member. The blast of sticky spunk that followed coated most of the ceiling and the wall, and the raccoon could do nothing but drool in unimaginable bliss and hold on to the ground as throb after throb sent dozens of gallons of his seed around the room. The orgasm raged on without any signs of stopping as his balls were milked of everything they had worked so hard to produced.

Globs of cum covered the couple as Nicolas grunted and helplessly orgasmed over and over again, his energy quickly fleeting as he struggled to keep up with the demand of his lower body. Howling and groaning with each helpless throb, the raccoon writhed as a slave to his own pleasure as his seed flooded the room. Pump after pump and throb after throb sent unparalleled pleasure through Nic's body, while each moment flooded the room another inch. He heard the drain growl faintly in contempt of the two while it struggled in vain to drain the room faster than it was filling.

The massive throbbing against the otter's own grinding was enough to fuel Lute to his own, less impressive orgasm, his own juices being quickly washed away in volume by his lover's. He stroked and rubbed the massive member with both arms, milking it eagerly with webbed paws caressing the throbbing length. Breathing deep, his mind was flooded with the musky, sweet smell of his lover's copious juices. The smell alone was enough to coax him into slipping his muzzle over the slit of Nic's member.

That moment alone was enough to send a massive spurt of gallons of seed into the otter's maw, forcing him to gulp down the strong, potent seed. When he finally got the massive burst of cum down, his maw was filled again, and instead of thinking to take his maw off of his lover's gigantic cock, he instead thought to gulp faster. Before Lute realized much of anything, his own stomach was gurgling and stretching out with each gulp, raising through the sizes of pregnancy as fast as he could swallow the seed.

To his own surprise, Lute only found himself wanting more. He suckled as much as he could on the slit of his lover's massive tip while he rubbed up and down the shaft. The otter growled hotly as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful, taking in the feeling of growth each swallow gave. His stomach groaned in protest as it domed out and grew rounder and tighter, but Lute ignored it and drank, the otter helplessly sinking into a trance as he sucked, gulped, and grew.

After what seemed to be an eternity of sloppy bliss for the two, Nicolas' orgasm finally started to die down. With each throb of his orgasm, the size of his member gradually shrank to it's original size, as with his balls. The raccoon's belly shrank to it's normal size, the massive amounts of food having been long burnt out by the energy-burning orgasms. The sounds of the drain churning filled the air along with heavy pants and groans of the spunk coated couple. Back to his normal size, Nic lay panting on the tile floor, unable to say anything to Lute, whose cum-bloated body lay next to him. The otter let out a sloppy belch and groaned, caressing his webbed paws over the sloshy, immobile girth of his gut. His head tilted and the couples' eyes met, saying much more than words could, even if they could gather the strength to say them. Their gaze grew dim as they both succumbed to exhaustion, sticky and immobile from the tiring escapade. As Lute felt himself about to enter deep slumber, his eyes shot open as his lover yelled sharply...

"OH!" Nicolas yelled with a giggle. Lute shot a questioning glance over, raising a brow at his boyfriend.

"THAT was dessert! I get it now!"