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Value Added Growth (A SynTech Story)

Remetheus © Remetheus

Written during Freebies Stream Vol. 71: Corporate Advancement (1/3/2019).

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"Dr. Remetheus, while we are impressed by your body of work, I'm afraid SynTech is still not willing to purchase more than a ten percent share in your company."

Along one side of a large, glossy black conference table, three members of SynTech's Laboratory Acquisition Team coolly regarded the scientist on the other side of the table.

Said scientist leaned back, wearing casual blue jeans and a zip up hoodie. It was blue, the same as the cap squeezed between his triangular ears. The raccoon leaned forward, a look of hope on his face.

"I appreciate that, but I'm looking for something longer term. Perhaps a patent acquisition deal?"

The first speaker, a tall vixen in a black business suit, leaned back in her chair and brushed her red hair from her shoulders.

"Perhaps something can be arranged, but based on the overview of technology we've seen today, we can't offer you-"

"Wait! In that case, maybe I have something that will impress you..."

On the left side of the vixen, a lean lioness wearing a black business suit similar in color, but different in style to the vixen's, shook her head.

"If you have anything else, now is the time to demonstrate to us whether it is valuable enough for SynTech to take an interest in. Despite outward appearances, we do try and follow budgets around here."

On the right side of the vixen, a black bear in a black business suit leaned forward, resting the end of his long muzzle across his interlocking claw tips as he regarded the raccoon. He was larger than the other two by a good foot, but shared their reserved and businesslike demeanor.

Remetheus didn't appear daunted. He stood up and leaned forward on his palms on the conference table. He'd worked hard to put together what he thought were his most promising inventions. Getting bought out by SynTech was the raccoon's dream: unlimited lab access, few rules, and free reign to conduct all the wild experiments he could hope for. Ever since he was little, the would-be mad scientist dreamed of going pro. He'd built Remetheus Corporation from his garage when he was 16 into a minor player in a variety of health and consumer goods, but as he'd just learned, it was enough for only a 10 percent stake. The raccoon was so close, he could almost taste it! The success he'd earned, those countless hours reading, researching, testing, retesting, designing...

"This may require a more... hands-on... demonstration," the raccoon said, lips pulling back in a slim grin.

"As you know, we thoroughly vet all of the applicants for acquisition by SynTech, Dr. Remetheus," the vixen said. "We take pride in performing our duties, so please, go on with your demonstration."

The raccoon's ears twitched, black tips frizzing slightly as his grin expanded. What the hell, he thought. He'd done this before just to prove it could be done, but it was a novelty... a toy, really, compared to what he had planned. But it was all he had left.

The raccoon's fingers slowly clenched, sliding across the top of the glossy conference table as he lowered his head. The back of his zip-up hoodie billowed outward, as though letting out a great breath of air, and for a moment, the raccoon's fur stood on end. The static electricity charged the air, causing a stray strand of hair to fall across the vixen's shoulder. She flicked it with a claw without looking, her eyes riveted on the growing raccoon on the other side of the table.

As the fabric settled back down into place, it bulged outwards again, though this time with what was obviously powerful cords of muscle. Remetheus grunted as he leaned up, fingers clenching at the hood of his jacket before pulling it off, revealing the five-and-a-half-foot-tall raccoon's impressive growth. His height expanded along with his chest and abs, which, while there before, now cut prominent grooves through the sleek, shiny fibers of dark brown and black fur around his neck and shoulders. As glossy as the conference table, his hide swelled around the growing body inside.

Remetheus dropped his pants and kicked them aside in one smooth motion before allowing a surprisingly healthy brown-furred sac plop down across the conference table, flattening out as it spread, pressed downwards by the weight of the soda can-sized sheath above. The bear in particular cast a favorable glance towards the raccoon's growing package, lifting one eyebrow to signal his approval, though otherwise the three remained impassive - they'd seen growth before.

Except perhaps not with the side effects created by Remetheus's version of the transformation. As he hulked up, his body released excess energy in the form of pheromones and musk. Already he could see three pairs of nostrils twitching in response to the initial blast of built-up energy. The lioness in particular leaned forward, nostrils wide and flaring as she picked up the change in the raccoon's scent, before flushing slightly red around the cheeks.

Remetheus's voice sounded deeper as he spoke next, now well over a foot taller than before and still growing. Powerful biceps curled into melon-sized balls as he flexed, showing off the substantial, fast-acting growth in muscle tone and size. A meaty length of pink maleness stretched from his sheath, curling over and spreading as it fattened up with each passing moment. It curled over the full testicles beneath, the pair of orbs now as big as both of the bear's paws put together.

"Now comes the hands-on part," the raccoon grunted. He grinned at the black bear, who was by now shifting side to side in his seat and staring fixedly at the impressive length of shaft pulsing a steady flow of clear pre-cum across the glossy top of the conference table. "If you would?"

The bear stood, adjusted his tie, and then leaned over the table. His rump stuck outwards as he opened his muzzle, stretching his lips wide around the pulsing tip with little difficulty, despite the broad heft and girth of the appendage. The black bear's throat moved, swallowing as his eyes closed.

"Yes, well, this is very impressive, but as I'm sure you know," the lioness said, pausing every few words to sniff the air, "we have such devices like this already. How is yours different?"

The bear gurgled as the raccoon's thickness swelled, visibly stretching larger in all directions just as Remetheus pumped forward, earning a satisfied groan from the black bear when his hips finally pulled back.

"As you can see, it's quick acting," the raccoon said, leisurely pumping his hips now as the black bear leaned over the table further, muzzle clamping around the piston of raccoon cock spearing his throat. Remetheus's arms flexed as his abdominals stretched, delivering his stalk to the depths of the bear's warm throat again and again. "Also adds true density, so it's not just cosmetic. See?"

The raccoon's arms stretched out and grasped the black bear's hips, hauling him upside down and holding on to the bear by the belt. Remetheus stabilized the black bear across his broad torso, keeping the pants-clad bulge of the ursine in front of his jaws. With relative ease, the powerful raccoon thrust upwards, humping and facefucking the gurgling black bear until the board member's member leaked almost as much as Remetheus's. The vixen and lioness watched with, the raccoon noticed, some jealousy.

Twisting the black bear back around, Remetheus laid him flat on his back on the conference table. The raccoon's enormous sac, easily larger than the bear's head, smacked across his eyes and forehead each time Remetheus pushed forward, both of his paws holding down the bear as he stroked his length deep into the upturned male's throat, forming an impossibly thick and swollen bulge right down to the cum-soaked bear's belly.

Remetheus held himself there as he came, groaning with pleasure as his huge balls drew upwards, pumping load after load deep into the bear's growing stomach. A few buttons popped off as the thick black hairs of his pelt showed through, belly stretching past his belt as he filled with potent raccoon seed.

"Impressive, but again, we have fast-acting transformations."

"Wasn't talking about me... talking about... mmmff... him," the raccoon grunted. His growth tapered off, leaving him hulked out at just under seven feet tall and half that across. He lazily pumped his cock down the bear's throat a few times, making sure the swollen, gurgling orbs draped across the bear's face to really get his scent in.

As Remetheus pulled his oversized cock free of the black bear's apparently bottomless muzzle, the bear's hips shifted and wriggled. The black bear groaned and rolled over onto his swollen tummy, grunting as it sent a shock of pleasure through him that made him cum again, spurting white seed across the conference table. But what drew the attention of the lioness and the vixen was the bear's tail - no longer a stub, but a full, proportionally sized raccoon tail.

The vixen glanced at the lioness.

"Quick-acting secondary transformations?" she asked.

"Permanent effects?" the lioness asked, before they both glanced at Remetheus for answers.

"Depends on the dosage, so to speak," Remetheus said. "I could tell you all the numbers, but it's easier if you believe I've done my homework."

The raccoon grinned as he reached over and plucked the lioness from her seat. She didn't protest as he set her down on the table in front of him and let his cock press forward between, pulsing and spitting a few thick streams of seed down the front of her suit.

The lioness shuddered as she inhaled the scent and musk, now stronger and denser in the air. Her hips shivered as Remetheus tugged off her black suit pants and plain black underwear. The vixen remained impassive, watching, as the black bear rolled onto his side, eyes closed, chest heaving, belly fat and full of seed. The large raccoon tail draping over his plumped-up backside flicked as he recovered.

Remetheus could tell the lioness wasn't interested in foreplay - she was all business. With her button-up shirt and jacket still on, she leaned forward, arms going around the hulking raccoon's neck as his hips drew backwards, dragging his impressive length down the front of the lioness's buxom figure. The tip slipped between her thighs, pulsing and spurting as it met her opening and squeezed forward. The lioness closed her eyes, clenching her arms and legs around the raccoon's thick and muscular body as he pressed forward, using both paws to guide her hips against his length.

She leaned back her head and moaned as he pushed in firmly, eager to fill the feline's warm, tight passage. She ground back against him as they pressed closer, until their hips met. Her belly bulged against his hard-cut abdominals. Remetheus dug his claws into the lioness's golden pelt, tugging her close and keeping her there, hilted on his shaft, as her body milked his length from the tip to the base. Her rump squeezed down against his oversized balls as she groaned out loud, holding onto the raccoon's muscular biceps for support as her stomach swelled.

Remetheus leaned back. The lioness fell back against the table, shoulders flat, arms spread, as the raccoon's grip shifted to her ankles. Holding them back behind his hips, Remetheus pounded his cock in deep, lewdly stretching and grinding into the feline's supple and tight body.

Within moments, her breasts began to grow. Each deep, gut-churning smack of the raccoon's huge sac slapping against the lioness's rump meant another two or three inches of growth. She gasped as her chest wobbled, jiggling madly. Remetheus grunted as he leaned over, catching one of the fat, plump nipples capping the oversized teardrops in his lips. The lioness squirmed and gasped as his teeth teased the sensitive flesh, which was big enough to fill his muzzle by the time he finished a few minutes later.

Like the bear, the growth continued until the big finish. The lioness's belly rounded outwards, filling and inflating with each passionate pulse of the raccoon's engorged length, flooding the conference table anew. The lioness stretched her arms around her oversized chest, trying to keep them from shaking too much as her belly squeezed in against them, flooded and filled to burst with potent raccoon seed. Along the lioness's backside, her rope-like feline tail darkened in bands. With each twitch, it fluffed out, turning into a mirror copy of the raccoon's own backside.

"Multiple transformations, increased potency with load dosage?" the vixen said, regarding the bloated, gasping figure of the lioness with interest. "Interesting... very interesting... secondary transformations are usually too unstable."

"Oh, I fixed that years ago," Remetheus said above the noise of the lioness's heavy groaning as he pulled himself free of her stretched body. "You guys didn't know how to do that?"

The corners of the vixen's lips twitched. "Upon further review, Dr. Remetheus, I believe SynTech can offer you a much higher stake. Perhaps even a full acquisition."

Remmy grinned as he leaned forward. His massive shaft slapped against the top of the conference table between the two prone forms of the other board members. The raccoon's smile grew as well.

"Just wait until you see the final demonstration," he said. "I think it's really going to change your mind."

The vixen's eyebrow lifted for a moment, only for the raccoon to yank her out of her seat the next. The oversized male grunted as he stripped down the shivering vixen, who groaned as her tight nipples were exposed to the air. The raccoon leaned over her, pressing her back into the table, sliding his oversized length up and down her frontside.

The vixen felt the paw wrap around the back of her head, but she wasn't expecting the big, muscular scientist to then stuff her face-first into the tip of his throbbing, drooling maleness. Remmy groaned as his swollen maleness fattened up even wider and thicker, though it didn't gain so much in length as the vixen's snout pressed deeper into his swollen member. The raccoon's arms flexed as he pushed his hips forward into his paws, feeding the nude vixen deeper into his throbbing member. More pre-cum pumped around the vixen obstructing the path, soaking her down and lubing her way, allowing the enormous maleness to clench and squeeze even more tightly around her head and shoulders.

Remmy kept her arms pinned to her sides as his cock suckled her deeper, doing most of the work now of dragging her head-first into his oversized testicles. The vixen's shapely red legs kicked as his massive pole swallowed her down to her hips in just a few minutes, leaving the bulk of her figure outlined against the flesh of his shaft. Her large breasts squeezed outwards, along with the outlines of her muzzle or paws, before those were pulled down into his growing, distended sac. The thinner flesh squeezed tightly around the incoming figure, enveloping her in a warm, impossibly musky darkness. Remetheus groaned with lust as he humped his hips, pumping and thrusting into the air as the vixen's ankles and toes disappeared down his tip.

The raccoon leaned forward, both knees pushing down into his oversized, bean bag-sized testicles. He could feel the squirming and hear the moaning of the vixen inside as his powerful jizz went to work, reshaping and molding the vixen into just the sort of toy Remetheus invented this method to create. He hadn't done this in a while though, and as his knees pressed down, kneading his fat balls, he wondered if he may have overdone it...

The mad scientist grinned as he turned around, dragging his full, squirming sac with him, and leaned back into the table. It shifted a few inches as the overly muscular male settled back, but besides creaking it took his weight. With both paws, he stroked his impressive cock, groaning as the mere touch of his fingers elicited thick waves of potent cum to dribble out over his paws. From within his balls, urgent growls, moans, and yips sounded more muffled by the moment as the raccoon's fat sac flooded with a fresh load of cum.

Remmy thrust into his paws, milking his cock and feeling the weight of his full sac dragging his hips back and forth, sloshing forward as he approached his release. More and more seed flooded out of his tip as he felt the pressure increase from below, suddenly cutting off the flow of cum. Heat built up in his loins as he leaned back, eyes closed, both paws wrapped around the base of his cock, fingers unable to stretch to reach quite all the way around.

"Blastoff!" he gasped.

The orgasm hit him, but the flow of cum stopped almost completely. His massive sac inflated outwards, pressure growing and building until it was so big and tight the outlines of the vixen's squirming body was nowhere to be seen. Remmy grit his teeth, leaning back further and gasping, both paws squeezing, body flexing, every muscle taut and outlined against his glossy, soft pelt...

A bulge formed in the base of his cock. It popped upwards a moment later, propelled by the incredible pressure of a huge load of muscle-raccoon jizzle. The vixen plopped out of the end, splattering onto the floor amidst a generous firehose-like gusher of cum that painted every inch of the conference room in white. Her growls and moans echoed through the room as she wriggled on the floor, both paws wrapped around a new addition - a healthy, fat maleness, complete with canine knot at the base, currently fully engorged and propelling one orgasmic blast of pleasure through the vixen's body after another.

The raccoon sighed as his cock draped over his fully inflated sac, lifting a foot or so into the air to release one blast after another, most of them splattering the vixen on the floor anew. Only, on closer inspection, she wasn't quite all vixen anymore. Her tail, like the others, turned raccoon, but so had her head and ears. In fact, besides the red tinge to her fur and the obligatory oversized rack, the vixen was more like Remetheus when he'd first entered the room. She glanced down at herself and shivered, moaning as her fully inflated canine knot pulsed between her clenched fingers.

"Partial cloning?" she gasped, gargling somewhat as a five-inch thick column of jizz splattered down across her face. "I'm quite sure we'll be interested in... a full acquisition, Dr. Remetheus!"

The racoon sighed and leaned backwards, enjoying the sounds of the three overly satisfied board members groans and moans. Maybe he'd take the bear for another spin before wrapping things up. He'd gotten what he came for, but he was surprised it took this old parlor trick to convince SynTech to hire him on. The world was a strange place, for sure...

The hypermuscled raccoon grinned, pushing away those contemplative thoughts to focus on more earthly concerns. For example, was he going to flip that bear over and have a go at that rump?

His initial hypothesis - that he would - turned out to be correct, much to the black bear's enjoyment.

The end