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Playing Around: A SynTech Story

By Danath

Characters © and commissioned by Korboryn

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Milo's tail twitched. The otter frowned at the tip of the otter rudder before swiveling his head side to side. His tail always twitched whenever someone was talking about him, and if there was one thing he knew about the otters at SynTech, it was how quickly rumors could spread amongst them.

Milo stood 5-foot-4 with a long torso and shorter legs. He was narrow in the chest and belly, but a wide pair of hips to hold his tail, which was large even for an otter, especially at the base of his spine above his thick rump. Clad in a dark black jumpsuit indicating his status as one of the building's lead maintenance officers, he swept his wide tail across the floor as he stomped over to a group of three other otters, each wearing a pale blue maintenance jumpsuit denoting them as rank and file custodial staff. The three cast glances over their shoulders as he approached and shushed each other before pretending to scrub down the wooden wall panels around a door leading into one of the executive offices on this floor of SynTech Tower.

They were crowded into one small section of a long, broad hallway with wood-paneled floors and framed posters hanging on the walls featuring various performers, actors, and musicians. A richly-dyed red carpet with thin geometric patterns in pale gray covered the floor. Each of the doorways lead to the office of a different executive of the SynTech Entertainment Corporation, including the offices of the president of the Nocturnal Transmissions channel.

"Alright, break it up and get back to work," Milo said, shooing the three otters in opposite directions. "Jerry, the lights are out in the dressing rooms for Questionable Content and I need you to take care of it. Jacob, I need you to clean the executive restrooms again - looks like that new secretary got to know Anastasia St. Claire this morning after the pitch meeting."

The two otters, thus ordered, turned and sprinted off, relieved not to be in trouble with the important supervisor. Milo reached out with his fingers and snagged the back of one of the otter's jumpsuits, preventing him from scurrying away.

"Hold up, Jensen," he said. "Mind telling me what you three were whispering about?"

Jensen was half a foot shorter than Milo, but wider in the shoulders and hips. His fur was lighter around the throat as well. He squirmed in the other otter's grasp as he pulled away.

"Hey, come on, Milo, don't make me squeal," he said, pouting his muzzle.

"Fess."

The wriggling ceased. "Fine. Jerry heard from Harold who heard from Reggie who heard from other Reggie who heard from Gary who heard from Jacob's half-brother in lab sanitation who heard from his cousin in set maintenance who-"

"Jensen!"

"Alright, fine, fine!" The short otter squared up his shoulders and wriggled back out of Milo's webbed fingers. "Rumor mill says Jerome's playing behind your back."

"Playing? What does that mean?"

The shorter otter's lips twisted into a grin and he opened his muzzle to speak, but Milo's fingers snapped out and clamped his mouth closed.

"Nevermind. I think I get the picture. Go on, you can help clean up the executive restroom. Anastasia really did a number on that secretary and it's gonna be a two-person job."

"No problem, boss!"

Jensen huffed as he ran quick as his short legs could carry him - which was surprisingly fast, especially when he leaned forward and let his tail stream out behind him as a counterweight. Milo watched him go and shook his head. Being an otter, he was used to the endless chatter and rumors - he was part of a naturally sociable species, after all, but he'd hoped they'd leave him and his new boyfriend out of it.

Playing around... he hadn't even been dating Jerome for more than a month. They were barely a couple.

Still... Jerome didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd run around behind someone's back. The hyena was in sales, but he was straightforward. Always talked about letting the product sell itself. He didn't use tricks when he was working and Milo didn't think he'd be any different in a relationship.

Right?

That trifle of suspicion festered in Milo throughout the rest of the morning as he supervised installations of new equipment, office remodelings, stage repairs, and a myriad of other activities all happening simultaneously in addition to the regular cleaning. As a maintenance lead for SynTech Tower, Milo took great pride in his job - he was one of six other leads who ran every maintenance crew in the building. Every maintenance worker in SynTech tower from the custodians to the engineers to the electricians and plumbers were all otters (with the exception of other Jerry, a gray rat who operated with the J10 crew in the Pinnacle Executive Club, the only non-otter to ever pass the application exams).

Milo was important, in other words, with plenty of important jobs to do. He couldn't let worries about his relationship with Jerome get in the way of work.

Except that throughout the day, his tail twitched. And twitched. And twitched some more, and each time he cocked his ears he could hear whispers about "the hyena, yeah, that's the one." No amount of chasing the otters back to their tasks could stop the endless rumor-mongering, so when lunch finally came around, Milo had enough. His ears burned with embarrassment as he stomped past a few otters in dark green electrician jumpsuits who stared at him and grinned, nudging each other as he stalked to the elevator.

He'd show them.

Milo knew where Jerome worked. The offices were in the tower, though on floors usually covered by another one of the maintenance leads. The elevator doors closed and Milo reached out a finger to stab at the button marked "125," but stopped just short of the plastic ring. A smile spread across the short otter's features and he moved his paw to a different number instead.

After the short ride ended, the doors opened and revealed words painted onto the wall opposite the elevator, above a rabbit sitting at a reception desk: "Hyper Development Labs."

Milo nodded to the receptionist, but she barely glanced his way - the sight of otters in jumpsuits was so common that few people paid them any attention, which for Milo's current purpose would be just fine. He made his way through the familiar corridors - after all, he was in charge of the lower and basement levels of the tower - until he found a certain lab. The lights were off, but he flicked them on as he entered. He looked around before spotting just what he'd need if Jerome really was cheating on him...

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"No, no, no, of course not!" the hyena said, laughing as he tipped his head back and leaned into his large chair. The furniture creaked under the large male's size and girth. "Listen, if I took that deal to my boss, he'd have my pelt and you know it. Yeah, yeah, okay, Jay. Yeah, talk to you later."

Jerome put the phone back in its holder before jumping up from his chair.

"Yessss!"

He leaned back over and stabbed a claw against his keyboard, putting in the latest order he'd just set up. Dragon Milk Energy Drink would soon ship to all 3,000 Emerson Groceries in the whole country, increasing their sales reach by at least ten percent in one fell swoop.

Within minutes of putting in the order, the emails poured in congratulating the hyena. The sale took months of planning and preparation. Emerson was a major player in sports drinks and getting Dragon Milk onto the shelves meant the brand's astronomical growth would skyrocket even faster. Jerome slumped back into his chair and spun around to face away from his desk, where a mini-fridge provided a celebratory bottle of Dragon Milk. Being that time of the year, it was the limited Pumpkin Spice flavor - one of Jerome's seasonal favorites.

As he popped the bottle open and leaned back in his chair, Jerome's tight button-up shirt stretched across his impressive chest, outlining the bulging pectorals stretching the spotted yellow and brown fur covering his torso. Traditional hyena markings covered the rest of his face and ears, while he kept his hair short and styled into a saucy curl in the front. He weighed close to three hundred pounds and stood almost six and a half feet tall, and when he wasn't selling, he was lifting. In fact, he'd met his new boyfriend, Milo, at the gym a month ago. It was early days, but so far the hyena was really into the slim and affectionate otter. Jerome couldn't help but enjoy the slim and comparatively smaller male's eager touch. Despite his short size, Milo was aggressive in the bed and regularly worked his way up and down Jerome's impressive maleness, all while eagerly whispering naughty things about just how big and strong and muscular the hyena was. In public, Milo was polite and sweet, and over the past month he'd enjoyed spending his evenings going to movies, the gym, and the bedroom with the lithe otter.

Jerome drained the bottle of Dragon Milk, savoring the unique, creamy flavors and let out a satisfied "Ahhh" before reaching for his personal phone. He tapped out a message to Milo - "Finally scored a big one. They couldn't resist me!" He dropped the phone back on the desk and leaned back with a satisfied grin as the familiar warm glow of the Dragon Milk flowed through him. Nothing like a job well done. He was now the company's best selling salesperson and looked better than ever - the buff hyena attributed at least some of his sales to his personal story of adding almost fifty pounds of pure power once he took to drinking Dragon Milk thrice daily (at least).

"Jerome!"

The shout brought the 'yena to his feet in an instant. He ran to his office door and pulled it open. The tall, broad-shouldered male's jaw dropped nearly to his beefy pecs as he watched a massively built otter stomp towards him.

It was Milo, no doubt about it, but the otter's jumpsuit was in tatters, mere threads clinging to his stocky neck, huge shoulders, and oversized thighs. The formerly lithe and wriggly otter looked more massive than Jerome. An impressively enormous brown-furred sheath squeezed in with a set of bowling ball-sized testicles, riding along the flexing thighs of the overgrown otter. Jerome's eyes widened as he saw several moaning people lying on the floor around the otter - other Dragon Milk sales reps, but they were all... small. Like all their muscle had been drained away, leaving them smooth and plump in ill-fitting clothes. They all appeared dazed and spent, four of them in total. Tony, the nearly eight-foot-tall lion, looked like he'd been shrunk almost a quarter of his entire height. His dark blue suit clung to his golden pelt like he was a beanpole, not the impressive former professional weightlifter-turned-sales rep.

"Milo?" the hyena asked, backing up into his office.

"Ah, Jerome!" the otter thundered, increasing his pace. He was so massive his shoulders nearly touched either side of the hallway. "I've been looking for you, player!"

"Player? What? Milo, what's going on? How'd you get so big?"

In a panic, Jerome tried to shut the door, but Milo simply plowed through it, breaking it into splinters and sending Jerome flying towards his desk. The hyena's arms pushed himself off the desk and he rolled to the side to face the overgrown otter as Milo stood in the doorway, growling and shaking with anger.

"You even sent a text to the wrong person!" Milo shouted. His huge fingers held his smartphone between them and crunched it into a million shards of plastic and metal, causing a poof of flame to shoot out the sides as the battery exploded. "Just scored big, huh? Who was he? Couldn't be honest with me after a month?"

The otter jumped, landing a foot from the shocked hyena. His arms stretched out and grabbed the now-smaller Jerome and pulled him even closer, until the otter's muzzle pressed almost against the hyena's lips. Milo grinned.

"Do you know what it's like working with otters all day? The way they talk? We're the best at spreading gossip, Jerome. I heard all about you playing behind my back, and then you send me a text you obviously meant for one of your friends to brag about it?"

Jerome's ears, which had laid flat against his skull up to this point, shifted upright. A confused expression covered his face, then a mortified look of horror.

"Oh, no... no, they couldn't have found out," he whispered. "I was so careful."

Milo's growl intensified and he lifted Jerome clear off his feet, leaving the hyena's large black shoes dangling above the carpet.

"So it's true? You're just a cheat? I really thought we had something... I really thought... well, fine! But nobody messes around with Milo and gets away with it!"

The otter's lips spread into a groan as his claws dug into the hyena's arms and shoulders. A small red light flashed on the side of his neck, and Jerome's eyes peered towards the small metal circle attached to the otter's pelt. It was some kind of device and Jerome assumed it was what allowed the small male to gain such incredible mass by draining the other sales reps, each one of them suitably muscular and beefy to sell a muscle-growth oriented drink like Dragon Milk. The red light flashed again, then turned a solid green.

"Milo, wait! It's not- nnnggghhh!"

Immediately Jerome felt his body shrinking. The pressure as the otter's bulk swelled in front of him was too intense and the hyena went limp, gasping and wriggling as the surprisingly pleasurable sensations tickled through him. He could feel the power being stolen from his very core as the otter's paws squeezed harder, clutching him close, using the body contact to facilitate the transfer of dozens of pounds of muscle and a foot of height over the next few minutes.

By the time the green light changed to a flash of red before shutting off, Jerome's arms looked half the size. His suit no longer stretched across his massive torso, barely able to fit, but now hung limp and loose, comically oversized. The suit pants draped around his narrow hips and thighs, showing the tent of his vastly reduced arousal. He fell onto the desk on his back, gasping and wriggling as the aftershocks of the curious tingling ran up and down his spine and extremities.

"Milo!"

The otter growled again and leaned backwards, stretching his arms out wide. What few threads of his jumpsuit remained broke as his biceps and pecs swelled, inflating outwards and causing his dense pelt to pull taut. A mass of deeply formed abdominal muscles rippled down his belly, an incredible twelve-pack of obscenely developed slabs of power. Huge thighs supported a pair of testicles easily twice the size of Jerome's smaller head, while a magnificently thick and veined length of black-skinned otter cock drooped from the stretched out sheath. The tip dangled at the otter's knees, easily as thick as his beefy forearm.

"Now let's see how you play around!" Milo grunted, reaching out with his claws to grasp at the reduced hyena's figure.

Milo wriggled as the huge otter's paws lifted him into the air and squeezed him into the huge mountains of densely furred muscle coating the muscular mustelid's chest. His head squeezed between the orb-like pecs as the otter grunted, cock swinging upwards in a huge arc to slap against the back of the hyena's suit coat.

"How you like it when I'm playing around behind your back, huh?" he growled.

"Milo! It's not what you think... it was..."

"Shut up! All day they were talking about you cheating on me. All day long I had to hear the rumors!"

"No, Milo, I play hnnnngggg!"

The otter's biceps flexed, crunching the hyena into his torso and momentarily silencing him. Jerome lifted his left arm, struggling to move it through the rippling, clenching mounds of muscle surrounding him as the otter's growls grew in volume. Higher he reached, towards the side of Milo's neck.

His fingers felt the smooth metal disc and he rubbed along the edges. Surely there was an off switch... something to stop the otter from getting any bigger. Jerome gasped as the otter's shaft slapped against his backside again.

"Now I'm gonna do to you what you did to me! I'm gonna go find some guy and treat him really nice and make him feel special and then toss him in the trash chute!"

"Milo... nggghh..."

The hyena's claws felt a ridge. A button? No, a slide toggle. As the compressing squeeze grew even stronger, driving the breath from him, Jerome used every ounce of what little strength Milo hadn't stole to shove the toggle as far as he could around the outside edge of the disc.

The light flashed green on the metal before turning a solid red.

"Uh oh."

Milo's body shuddered, though his grip hardly relaxed. He tipped his head back, muzzle opening wide as an achingly aroused moan drooled past his lips. His cock flexed, slapping wildly against Jerome's backside as the hyena wriggled to try and escape.

After a few moments, though, Jerome realized escape wouldn't be necessary: Milo was shrinking. Somehow, he'd managed to turn off the device.

But that wasn't right, either, the hyena next came to understand. It wasn't just turned off. It was reversing.

As good as it felt for his power to be stolen away, Jerome felt even better getting it back. His suit coat pulled taut across his chest and the sleeves filled out. The incessant battering of the otter's enormous arousal turned into a light tapping, then almost nothing at all. Milo's shoulders shrunk, narrowing down rapidly until it was Jerome holding him up in the air.

Jerome groaned as he felt his thick maleness spread down the leg of his pants. He shuddered as the heavy length of hyena-dong shuddered and flexed, rapidly swelling even larger than it had been originally. His pants stretched outwards as his arousal built. The top button of his shirt popped off as his chest inflated with all the power he'd lost in addition to the mass and energy of the other sales consultants, until he could feel the seams of his clothes tightening around his spotted brown and yellow fur.

"Milo!" he gasped, grasping the back of the otter's head and shaking it until the small male opened his eyes. "I wasn't cheating! I was playing... I was playing..."

The hyena swallowed and licked his lips, even as the huge piles of muscle built up higher around his wide neck. "I was playing Sorcery: The Conference!"

Milo's eyes widened. His muzzle dropped open. A small, embarrassed squeak was his only response as his shoulders narrowed even more. His claws dragged down Jerome's arms.

"But... you don't... you don't..."

The hyena grimaced. "I do, but I keep it on the down low around the guys at work. I was going to tell you though, I promise!"

The huge arms rippled around Milo, squeezing and clenching him against those mountainous pecs and hard belly, now protruding outwards against the tightly-stretched fabric of his shirt, outlined as they shoved against the otter's belly and torso.

"So you weren't..."

"No, Milo... I really like you."

Milo's embarrassed look turned to one of absolute mortification. "I can't believe I let those gossips get to me. I'm so sorry, Jerome. If you never want to see me again, I'll understand."

"No, it's my fault. I should have been up front about playing that game. It's just... so nerdy, I didn't want you to think... I don't know..."

"Oh, Jerome... I played Sorcery back in high school."

The otter's expression turned to one of surprise as he felt his body swing around and land on his back on the desk. Huge hyena arms straining at the fabric of the dark blue suit coat swept the monitor, keyboard, and papers onto the floor with a satisfying crash as the growing muscle-yena leaned over, pinning Milo's wrists to the desk above his head. His long tongue slithered out and licked up the side of the otter's muzzle. Milo groaned, knowing from experience over the past month just what that particular foreplay move meant.

Jerome felt incredible. He felt so big and huge. Milo was still a little larger than before, maybe six feet tall now instead of seven, and still shrinking, but Jerome... he knew he was massive. Probably over four hundred pounds. He was taller, too, and wider, and the power just still flowing.

The hyena's brown and black pelt forced its way out of the back of the suit. Rippling muscles tore through the suit coat, ripping it in half. At the same time, the sleeves on both arms split, starting from the biceps and running down to the wrists. The big male grunted as he flexed, and Milo's ears went back as he heard the ominous ripping noise echo through the suddenly silent room.

A massive, warm weight smacked down across Milo's torso. It spread across his belly, completely covering his own shaft as the over-muscled hyena pulled him fully onto the desk before climbing on himself. Milo's legs lifted, spreading out to the sides of the huge thighs, as Jerome's paws released his wrists and instead reached for the tatters of the suit coat, ripping and shredding it away until the full glory of his enormously grown body was revealed.

Milo's muzzle formed an "o" of surprise as his cock pulsed against his boyfriend's much, much larger length. The hyena leaned back over, massive chest flexing, hoving inches above the small otter, as he bared his teeth in a vicious smile.

"I'm gonna prove to you how much I like you," he said, his voice going lower and deeper as the huge erection crawled further up Milo's long, lean torso. "Right here, right now. I've been wanting to fuck you on my desk since I met you anyways."

The otter's hips quivered as he felt the huge warm round balls prop up his hips, lifting them higher into the air. The desk creaked beneath them as the enormously grown hyena's growls filled the air.

Milo barely had the presence of mind to grasp the disk plugged into his neck and toss it away, stopping the process and preventing any further exchanges of mass as it shattered into pieces against the wall. Milo looked tiny beneath the hulking hyena, though really he was a few inches taller than when he'd started - and a few inches longer, something that felt incredible as it squeezed against the enormous weight of his boyfriend's arousal.

Jerome, unlike Milo, looked a different beast altogether. Over eight feet tall, the addition of the other sales reps' muscle and mass to his own enhanced his already powerful body into a whole new class. Every single powerful flexing fiber stood in stark relief to his thick pelt, showcasing his achingly hard glutes, the tense hamstrings, the bulging biceps, and overdeveloped torso. Now fully back in control of the situation, Jerome planned to take full advantage.

"Je- Je- Jerooooooommmmee!"

Milo's squeal of pleasure echoed out of the office and down the hall, past the unconscious, shrunken sales reps. The otter's belly distended, squeezing tight around an invading thickness far too large for the small male. The ridges of the cockhead shifted deeper, outlined by the otter's pelt, as the hyena's hips pumped forward. His paws grasped at Milo's wrists, holding him in place and pinning his back to the desk as the oversized hyena spread him open and then some.

Inch by inch the massive hyena-stalk flexed deeper, stretching Milo like a condom around the flexing maleness. Jerome always packed serious heat, but this new length was more than twice as big as before. Milo couldn't even tell just how big it was as another few inches ground into his belly, stretching his pelt and skin outwards, until the huge cockhead rubbed up between Jerome's pecs with the otter's stretched stomach between them. Lower, the suit pants still stretching around Jerome's fat glutes and massive thighs tore into shreds with the next flex of his powerful figure, followed by his socks and shoes splitting open.

Jerome suddenly leaned back, both paws moving to Milo's hips. Kneeling on his desk as the wood cracked and splintered beneath him, the hyena's huge torso swelled as he shoved his hips forward and dragged Milo downwards at the same time. The otter's belly bloated outwards as the massive stalk buried to the hilt inside him. Unable to make a noise, all Milo could do was gasp and squeak as pleasure overwhelmed him. He'd never imagined anything so big could feel so good... his body clenched, wrapping around the huge pole as his feet and legs squeezed around Jerome's enormous sac, squeezed between the roiling orbs and a pair of powerful thighs. It was too big around for his ankles to meet on the other side, even, and Milo's breath came out in ragged pants as he realized just what that meant once the hyena came.

Jerome's fingers clenched tighter, digging into Milo's belly hard enough for him to feel the extra pressure on his oversized length. The hyena grunted and snarled, his long fangs showing as he pumped harder, faster, rocking his oversized endowment deep into his boyfriend's stretched tail hole, filling his belly and then some with his monstrous arousal and plenty of hot, thick pre-cum.

The desk snapped when Jerome flopped onto his back, crashing through the wood and drawers until his backside hit the floor with a jolt that slammed his massive cock to the hilt in his boyfriend once more. Milo gurgled, eyes rolling up in his head as every inch of that insane shaft flexed outwards against his belly. Milo's own shaft sprayed a geyser of cum as he orgasmed instantly. Jerome, however, wasn't finished by half.

Lying on his back, the muscular 'yena thrust his hips into the air as he shoved down on Milo's backside, using him as little more than a cocksleeve for the next ten minutes. The enormous hyena's breath came in quick, deep pants, tongue flopping out, as he ravaged Milo's backside, driving in deep until he felt his own weight descent on his pecs through the small male's belly, then again and again and again.

The otter's arms flopped back and forth before he leaned forward, clutching at Jerome's shoulders, desperately trying to hang on as his whole body jerked back and forth in time with that world-crushing erection. His toes curled each time he felt the squeeze of the base spread open his cheeks. He could even feel the wide sheath grinding up against his filled backside as the hyena's bloated orbs readied their incredible load.

"Nnnngghh... Mmmmmiiiillllooooo!"

The hyena bellowed his lover's name as he erupted. Milo's stomach bloated instantly, flopping forward and rolling as a fountain of thick 'yena-seed filled his insides. Thick white tendrils splurted out of Milo's nostrils and backed up in his throat as even more of the hot white jizz squirted out of his backside, around the enormous shaft stretching him wider than he'd ever thought possible. Jerome's fingers dug into the jiggling, stretching flesh of the otter as he pounded deeper, unrelenting when it came to fucking his hot little boyfriend. More thick gouts of cum splattered from Milo's muzzle and soaked into the hyena's awe-inspiring pecs and fat, hard nips as the otter spread his webbed paws across his overfilled belly.

A flood of white jizz pooled around them, carrying away splinters of wood as it filled the whole room and leaked out the door into the hallway an inch deep. Jerome's massive balls shrank somewhat as they pulsed and pumped, dumping and slumping each massive rope of hot jizz straight to the otter's belly, bloating it bigger and fatter and fuller until Milo's gurgles were all that Jerome could hear. The hyena's tongue hung out the side of his muzzle, fluttering against his jaw as he finally relaxed, splashing his shoulders down into the deep pool of cum surrounding them. The heavy and warm weight of Milo's distended body resting on top of him made him moan with pleasure as his cock remained deep inside, still draining and pulsing every few seconds.

The muscular, panting, blissed-out hyena leaned into his otter boyfriend's fat stomach as he groaned, shifting his hips as the clenching little male squeezed his thickness dry. Milo's arms draped over his stomach and chest, now rounded out to a ridiculous proportion, but he didn't mind. He could just see the expression on Jerome's face past his oversized stomach and knew all was forgiven.

All was not forgiven, however, with SynTech. After discovering the theft, security quickly interrogated Milo and Jerome once they'd drained and cleaned up. It turned out the device was a prototype, experimental, and unstable. There was no way to return the huge muscles now adorning Jerome's hulk-like body to the other sales reps, though other SynTech scientists and researchers stepped forward to offer several solutions. Milo was suspended for a week, but no further punishment was given based on his exemplary and accomplished record. The week was spent impaled on Jerome's titanic maleness, a position the otter found himself enjoying more with every passing day. Jerome, meanwhile, saw his sales figures shoot sky-high as he became the leading, and only, Dragon Milk sales rep, tripling his income overnight and turning him into a rock star in the company newsletter - especially after those nude pics got out.

The only ones unhappy about the conclusion of the episode turned out to be Jensen, Jerry, and Jacob, who Milo often assigned to clean-up duty in Jerome's office after their daily shared lunch breaks...

The End