Gnoll body Knows My Troubles

"And when I mean big, I don't mean obese. I mean mostly muscle and some height. Nothing too tall either. I want to fit through doors." Jonah crossed his arms as he stared down the beefy panda.

Mickey sighed. He longed for the days when one made a wish and a mystical being would grant it, usually to hilarious misfortune on the wish-maker's part. But stories and cliches had put a crimper on the bulky ursine's fun. Everyone had read the stories, seen the movies, blogged the consequences, and now they all acted like lawyers. They tried to block every single thing in their wish that could go wrong. But of course, that was the fun part. Finding the holes.

"Yes, yes yes, you'll grow mainly in muscle, and jump to a height that's large yet still accessible for every day use." The thick corded arms of the bear were crossed as he looked at the wiry youth standing before him, giving him a cynical glare.

The red-maned panda was actually at the gym just to work out a bit, finding the human methods of growing muscle to sometimes be quite mentally relaxing at the repetitiveness of the actions. It gave him the chance to clear his mind, but one never knows where your next client would come from. But there he was, the height-disadvantaged human trying his hardest to try every weight in the building, yet unable to pick up the smallest, having to resort to the children's weights.

Sure, he could have packed up and gone home, but it was close to late evening, and it was almost painful to watch the guy try and work out. So he gave the kid a chance to be big. But then, of course...

"And once again, there's no payment?" Jonah continued to glare at the panda.

Oh, there was always payment. Most of the time Mickey worked as a "loan shark," to use the common vernacular, but every so often he enjoyed doing the whole free wish thing, even with all the extra work that went with it nowadays. But magic always comes with a price.

"Oh, there's no monetary price to be paid, nor will bad events happen to you or your family. And no, you're not going to hell nor will your soul be forfeit." He wasn't evil; mischievous maybe, a dark trickster perhaps, but he had no use for one's soul.

"Fine then. I want to become a big, muscular, super-attractive guy who doesn't get too tall. Along with all the other various details we discussed." The human crossed his arms.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Don't get too defensive, boyo. I am doing you a favor. Fine, you'll be waking up big." The massive panda rolled his eyes once more.

"So what, I just go home and wake up big?" The look of suspicion Jonah gave the panda was finally beginning to temper with a hint of hope.

"Yep. Go home, go to bed, and wake up big. But you won't be quite yourself. Physically at least." He did mention that in the beginning. No mental changes, but physical ones were bound to happen. Jonah waved it away.

"As long as I'm a walking talking being, who ISN'T wanted for some crime, or isn't someone else entirely, then that's fine." Ah, he made another mistake. Human's usually forgot or ignored the various anthros around and seemed to insist they were the most important race in the world.

"Done, then." Mickey smiled, shaking the human's hand as he started to walk off.

"That's it? Isn't there supposed to be more pomp and circumstance?" Jonah yelled as the ursine wandered away. The big bulky bruiser turned and smirked.

"Hey, you wanted to be a rules lawyer; it takes all the magic out of wishes." The bear waved the human off as he leftthe gym. "Have a nice life, boyo." The panda grinned. The human's first mistake was assuming that the growth would be his only change, and would only happen once.

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"Urgh, what...? Ugh, my sheets..." A much deeper voice rolled out from under the shredded covers of Jonah's bed. Well, what was left of Jonah's bed. The frame had broken apart during the night, dropping the mattress onto the floor of his bedroom.

"Ugh, got such a crick in my..." Jonah looked down at what he assumed were his hands, seeing very lethal looking claws instead.

"That bastard! I KNEW I'd get screwed somehow! Fuck..." Jonah hefted himself out of the remains of his bed, throwing his thoroughly destroyed sheets aside.

In front of his full length mirror, a completely different person stood in Jonah's reflection.

Oh, he had the body he wanted, there was no doubt of that. While Jonah wasn't body-builder sized, his lithe body had been replaced by a slightly beefy, toned form. He had to be at least two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle. He actually had a full-on eight pack replacing his once non-existent abs.

And he was taller, at least six-foot-four now, towering above his once measly five-foot-six height. But that was really where the good news ended.

Jonah wasn't human anymore. That bastard had changed him into an anthro, and not exactly one that would be considered classically handsome. At first he figured he was a hyena, the dark spots down his brownish back mixed with the distinctive face the animal had. But no, there was a slight hunchback he had developed, forcing his muzzled head forward a bit, which probably was the cause for the crick in his neck. That plus the slight tusks that seemed to jut out from the sides of his lengthier muzzle.

A gnoll. He was a freaking gnoll. The butt of plenty of Dungeons and Dragons jokes. Second only to the kobolds in terms of disposable encounters.

Looking for more details, Jonah found he had a mohawk. Well, more of a dark brown mane moving down the back of his hunch. And he had a slight amount of excess dark fur poking out of his tan under belly color. The canine tail jutting out of his ass seemed to match his mane color as well.

So Jonah was a gnoll now. Great. Sure, he had the body of a stud but not exactly in the form he would have preferred.... But then again...

Looking lower, he was at least pleased that he was quite a bit more well endowed then before. Gripping his testicles, he moaned a bit, feeling the extra-sensitive, large egg-sized balls bounce in his grasp. His member wasn't forgotten either. Emerging from a thick sheathe, the beer can-thick monster was at least eight inches, soft.

His legs were just as thickly muscled as his arms, but they had changed drastically. No longer plantigrade, his leg bones must have broken and reformed during the night to create a much more feral limb. His feet had changed just as much, now thick, three-toed paws with vicious claws attached. But as much as he wanted to deal with that right now, he had to remember the protocols.

Magical curses, wishes, and effects like this weren't uncommon; various gods and deities in the world enjoyed having fun every so often at mortals' expenses. And while science was still the reigning authority in the world, there were particular procedures to be followed if you found yourself, well, cursed.

The first step was that the new gnoll had to put in a call to the DMV. After being sent to the website to fill out the species change requirements, and after properly giving the correct information to ascertain that Jonah was who he said he was, he'd have to come in the next day to update his driver's license as well as amend his birth certificate. Once he was properly clothed, of course.

Jonah next called his work, asking for at least two days off on account of "mystical curse". It wasn't a common occurrence, but time off was often given just so a person could get himself checked out and HR could change their records. Luckily, the gnoll worked in a cubicle doing data entry, so he wasn't required to show up that day and have to submit to the new security procedures to determine if there were any mind-control elements to the curse. He just wasn't that important.

He next debated on whether to call his family or his boyfriend. He knew he had a loving family, but they'd definitely be a bit put off by his new brutish visage, so he decided to phone his raccoon boyfriend instead. Besides, Elliot would be able to go out and acquire him some new clothes se he could be at least halfway decent in public.

Dialing Elliot's number, Jonah waited.

"Ugh, huh... what? Jonah, ughhh, what's up?" The gnoll rolled his eyes. Elliot worked as a computer programmer and usually preferred doing his job at home during the evenings, so mornings weren't his best time. "Ummm, hey Elliot, I've got a slight problem..." Jonah looked down. He was still mortified that he got played by that freaking panda.

"You...ahhh...Sorry for the yawn. You ok? Sound like you have a cold," the raccoon replied. With his new rounded ears and better hearing, Jonah could tell Elliot was slowly getting dressed.

"I'mma... uh...well I sort of got cursed last night..." The data entry gnoll blushed. He still didn't have the courage to say that this was a wish gone bad. In fact, most people didn't, so the statistics on curses vs. wishes were heavily skewed in favor of curses when bad wishes were really the culprit most of the time.

"Ugh, was it a curse, or a wish Joe..." Dammit. Elliot was always the more level-headed one. He would never have gone for the wish. They both knew that wishes were like the lottery, most of the time you just lost money playing, but every so often you heard the stories...

"FINE! I met a freaking panda last night at the gym. He offered to make me big..." Once again Jonah's enhanced hearing caught something on the other end of the phone. He was pretty sure he heard Elliot face palm.

"Honey, you know I love you but you just can't cut corners on working out like that. So I guess you're going to need some clothes?" Elliott was thinking logically as always.

"Yeah...and I already called the DMV and the office. Got the day off today and tomorrow to get myself set up. Then I've got an appointment with the company's mystic to see if we can get this curse..."

"Bad wish Jonah. You brought this on yourself..." Elliot interrupted, sighing.

"Fine, fine, WISH off me. But, umm, yeah. Err... probably about six and a half feet tall now, maybe an extra hundred pounds of muscle, so that at least that part worked, eh..?" The gnoll gave a deep, nervous laugh. The coon was quiet for a few seconds. Jonah knew that the programmer had a thing for bigger guys, which was what spurned his working out in the first place.

"Fine, fine, what species," the raccoon continued.

"Gnoll." Jonah could almost hear Elliot's breathing stop. It seemed the 'coon might also have a thing for the more bestial species as well. At least this wouldn't be too bad if his boyfriend would get something out of it.

"Fine, I'll go to the local anthro clothing department. Call your family. And do me a favor: don't make any more wishes for the next few years." Jonah could swear he could hear Elliot roll his eyes.

"Ok...love you, hun..." the gnoll replied weakly.

"Uh huh, love you too, but you just think about this. No more jumping the gun and cutting corners. We still don't know if this is the end of it." And with that, Elliot hung up.

The last part was what really brought things home to the gnoll. He wasn't sure if the changes were done. Damn it, he only got the panda to agree on the first change, but he never locked down further effects.

So while worrying about what more could happen, Jonah went to calling various members of his family, many expressing the fact that they'll love him no matter what, while others were more like Elliot, asking if he caused it himself and chiding him for not heeding the stories.

Properly chastised, especially from his grandmother, the gnoll moved into his small apartment's living room to sit on his couch, stewing in his own thoughts.

Luckily, the doorbell ringing dropped Jonah out of his funk, as he realized it had to be his 'coon. He stopped halfway to the door, though, realizing his massive member was halfway out of his thick sheathe, and was leaking.

"ONE MINUTE!" Jonah bellowed as he raced to the bathroom to grab the largest towel he could find, and even then it barely wrapped around his well toned abs. His heavy steps pounded against the floor to his apartment, probably annoying any neighbors below him as he quickly rushed to open his door.

"...Holee shit, you are big." Elliot looked his boyfriend up and down. While Elliot was taller then Jonah before, being five-foot-eight, the massive gnoll now towered over the chunky 'coon. And while Elliot wasn't huge, he'd always had a cute little gut to go with his glasses. The chubby programmer slightly licked his lips as his eyes drifted to the large bulge poking gently against the towel tightly draped around Jonah's waist. "All over..." He murmured to himself as he handed off a few bags full of clothes to the muscular gnoll.

"Ugh, thank god, you are a lifesaver, El." The gnoll started to head off into the bathroom to change.

"What are you doing?" The coon shut the door and crossed his thick arms over his chest.

"Umm, I was just about to..." Perplexed, Jonah pointed to the restroom door.

"And why do you even need to go through that. The door's closed, I'm right here and if there's any positive we can get out of this, in case we're unable to get this reversed, is that you're huge." The coon had quite the perverted look on his face as he advanced upon the bigger gnoll.

"H..hey there. Elliot, we don't know if there's any other effects... I mean, I could be contagious." The muscular gnoll put his paws out right as the programmer jumped him.

"And... the bed's busted..." the spotted monster whined as Elliot ripped off his towel.

"You have a couch..." The 'coon cooed as he got a good view of Jonah's slightly hardened member. "And we have all day..."

The gnoll knew something was off the next morning almost instantly. Elliot was still cuddling his side from the night before. He never realized the 'coon was just so...insatiable for sex. Maybe it was just the body, but Jonah was glad he at least had the stamina and virility to go on for as many hours as they did. No, the problem came when he felt the 'coon wasn't taking up as much room as he did before.

Gently trying to push the still passed-out procyon away without waking him, Jonah realized he didn't need to be so careful. The snoring racoon was so exhausted from the previous day that he was dead to the world. Grunting, he hefted himself up and padded gently to his bedroom mirror.

He was bigger, that much was evident. He wasn't sure exactly by how much, considering his old scale only went to two hundred and fifty pounds, but he knew he was quite over that weight now. And considering he had to be at least six-foot-eight, that was going to start causing some issues.

His muscles looked over inflated, and he was definitely into bodybuilder territory now. His arms looked like they were hit hardest, biceps and triceps grown huge, veins actually popping into view when he flexed. His chest seemed to have expanded as well, not to mention the new patch of darker hair over his tan fur. There also seemed to be thicker patches of the hair growing from underneath his pits as well as the start of a small treasure trail.

His eight pack, though, had mysteriously disappeared, filled in with more bulk. There was possibly some fat, but touching his now rounded middle, all Jonah could feel was the start of a hard, solid gut. Maybe he was developing one of those power-lifter bellies.

His face looked even more bestial then the previous day, if you could believe it. His brows were more pronounced and his tusks were looking thicker and meatier. His neck had bulked up as well, pushing him into a more pronounced hunchback figure.

And, of course, his package was bigger, but it seemed to Jonah most of the growth went to his balls.

"Oh crap..." The thick apple-sized testicles were going to be a problem. Already his member was coated in pre, and he wasn't even turned on...mostly. He was going to have to put any form of sex out of his mind in public, otherwise he'd look like he was constantly wetting himself.

Public...oh, damn it. Right. Looking at the time, the DMV was just opening and he wanted to get there before the rush. Besides, he just didn't want to be stared at in public constantly.

Grabbing the bag of clothes that Elliot left, the gnoll quickly changed into his new garments. Luckily, the shorts and boxers were quite stretchy and considering his thick paws, he really didn't need shoes anymore. The t-shirt, which read XXXL much to Jonah's growing embarrassment, and probably Elliot's punishment for being stupid, looked almost painted onto the gnoll's thick muscled pecs and rounded gut, his swollen nipples making an appearance.

Giving the still-snoozing 'coon a quick kiss, Jonah grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.

He really shouldn't have bothered rushing. There he was, the huge, hairy and hung gnoll, waiting in line, standing head and shoulders above the rest of the average citizens in line. It really wasn't fair.

People were already murmuring about the big dumb-looking brute, and considering his heightened senses, Jonah could hear their complaints crystal clear. And considering the crack about the stink, well they were giving him a wide berth currently. Sure, he hadn't taken a shower and...oh god, he forgot to shower. And considering all the sex he had the previous night...

He would try to smell himself, but that'd probably only compound the issue, not to mention the drive over had been a disaster. The gnoll had to push his seat all the way back and even then his thick muscles and massive height made driving an unholy hell. Jonah was so cramped in his little car, he made sure to talk to Elliot later about borrowing the raccoon's large truck from now on. Sure it was a gas guzzler, but since it wasn't a long way to work...

But wait, he was up next! Unfortunately, he was in the wrong line. It seemed that near the end of the counter there was a single empty teller open who dealt with all mystical and magical dealings. And of course she told Jonah all this while stepping back a few feet. He didn't smell THAT bad did he...? Well, at least some of the anthros were giving him looks that were something other then revulsion...

Then again, he did read something about anthros and pheromones... Oh god. He wanted to be extremely sexy. Once again, he didn't specify to who. And while he was dating an anthro raccoon, he didn't want to be some stud putting off thick musk, bringing all the anthros to him. He had to get out of the DMV quick!

Alas, moving to the new line didn't speed anything up. The elderly zebra tending the booth was much kinder to him, although he was sure she was hitting on him...damn pheromones. Unfortunately for Jonah, she had more paperwork for him to fill out, only making his time there that much longer, and getting more looks of repulsion from the humans, and some slight looks of attraction from the rest.

After filling out everything, registering his new species with the county, state, and country, Jonah paid the zebra for his new ID and left for home as quickly as he cold. On the way, the gnoll decided to make a quick detour and headed to a local grocery store to pick up some more food. He was starving and it seemed his new body came with quite the appetite, mainly for a protein-rich diet. After picking up a load of chicken, beef, and pork, the data entry clerk stopped in front of the beer. Now, while human Jonah never drank, the gnoll side of him seemed to lust after the thick hoppy beverage, and so he decided to pick up a twelve pack... which he promptly let go of and grabbed a twenty-four pack instead, much to his chagrin.

Finally home, he saw Elliot there, patiently waiting for him.

"Ah, sorry, I couldn't wait for you to get up, but you were sleeping so soundly and..." As Jonah carried every bag inside on one muscular arm, he could see Elliot's mouth drop open.

"You got..." The chunky coon mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah. Bigger. Stupid wish. God, you were right, I was dumb for ever thinking that wishing was a good idea." The gnoll grunted as he shoved all the meat in the refrigerator, shredding the beer box with a claw and already starting to down the first one.

"Urrrpp, god, this tastes...not as bad as it used to. Jeeze, been having a bad afternoon and morning, I think I'm setting some...people...off?" The beefy gnoll raised his eyes as he shut the fridge only to see the 'coon staring lustfully at him again.

"Umm, it's not you, Eliiot, it's me. I think my sweat is pushing some pheromones off that makes me..." Jonah backed away a bit.

"Could be, could be, hun. But you're not all that uninterested are you..." The chunky 'coon licked his lips as he pointed to the growing wet spot on the front of the gnoll's pants.

"Oh, haha, that. No you see the issue there is that my balls are frickin' huge. And they're just so sensitive I can't really stop from..." From the look on the raccoon's face, he could tell Elliot didn't care for any explanation. So he did what he had to do. He gave his boyfriend a quick kiss and ran to the bathroom.

Locking the door, Jonah quickly proceeded to carefully take off his clothes, in fear they'd be torn. The gnoll was finding out he had to be much more careful around the world now. He had broken three pens at the DMV because he had gripped them way too hard. He honestly didn't know his own strength anymore, and there was no telling how much bigger he'd get later on. Best if he tried controlling himself now.

Taking a hesitant sniff of his now stretched out t-shirt, Jonah was surprised at how...good his own musk smelled. In the back of his mind, he knew this shouldn't smell very good at all. His member throbbed but he wasn't touching himself, so at least his own pheromones weren't affecting him, thank gods.

After almost scrubbing himself a good three times to try and get his thick musk off, the bulky gnoll finally exited the bathroom, no towel around his waist this time because, one, it was just his boyfriend there and, two, they no longer fit. Outside the room, the 'coon wasn't exactly meeting Jonah's eyes.

"Oh Jonah, I'm so sorry, god, I just wanted to...well that body, and those...wow, you really are hung, and I, err..." The raccoon looked up, blushing as his eyes went to the gnoll's more then ample bulge.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm big, but yeah, it's not exactly your fault. I think part of the wish was to make me super-sexy so I sorta produce something like an aphrodisiac when I sweat. So it's..." The gnoll looks down as the 'coon hugged him.

"Heh, still, even if that was true...last night was sort of hot..." Elliot mused as the gnoll grabbed another beer, downing the whole thing in under a minute. Elliot's eyes narrowed. "...and since when do you drink, Jonah...?"

"Hey, I usually don't, but this body seems to want it and I'm not about to try and go against what it tells me to. You know, in case there's...worse side effects. Besides, at this size...I'd have to drink a keg for it to affect me." The muscular beast put up his hands defensively.

The 'coon sighed. "Ok, you know I just worry about you...but you said it was your musk that made me throw myself at you?"

"Yeah. Had to have been. Whyyyyyy..." Jonah raised an eyebrow as the tubby programmer got a mischievous look on his face and ran away down the hall.

"Oh, great..." the gnoll groaned as he held his massive head in his thick paw. He knew Elliot was up to something even before he returned.

"So, if what you're saying is true, and these are covered in your musk..." Elliot was holding Jonah's used briefs, still damp with the big gnoll's sweat, musk and pre.

"Oh god, seriously, you know if you smell that you'll probably..." The data entry worker moaned, knowing that once his boyfriend got something into his head, he couldn't change it. At least he didn't have anything more to do that day...

Elliot grinned and took a thick sniff from the gnoll's boxers. Almost instantly, Jonah could smell the raccoon's instant arousal as his shorts tented.

"Oh my this... mmm, jeeze you were right. This is addictive, hun..." The 'coon continued to sniff the shorts until Jonah took them away from him.

"Yeah, I don't think you should really be sniffing it that much...we don't know...OH JEEZE!" The coon was already shoving his face into Jonah's crotch, much to the gnoll's surprise. Once again, the big hyena creature was glad he had no other plans for the day.

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Well, this was the most humiliating day of Jonah's life. At over seven feet tall, the gnoll easily stood out in the cramped cubical. And even hunched over as much as he could, the thick, maned, muscled hump was easily seen by anyone walking around the office. But even that wasn't the most embarrassing part.

Jonah was stuck in his little cube, bent over, seat as far back as he could take it on account of the hardened beer belly he had developed overnight, his newer thick muscles straining the seams of the only work shirt that barely fit his much bulkier, taller form. His thick beefy hands were too large to use his old keyboard, so in order to continue doing his job, the gnoll had to use the hunt and peck typing method with his sharp claws. Of course that meant he had already punched a few keys by typing too hard. And even that that wasn't the most embarrassing part.

No, that was the multiple buckets he was given by HR that morning after the gnoll woke up...springing a leak. Sure, he and Elliot once again had a night of passionate, needy, hot sex, but even then he didn't think he'd wake up with his crotch and floor soaked in fluids. It turned out his balls had once again jumped in size, the thick grapefruit-sized orbs constantly producing pre now. And when he went to HR to explain his curse, not to mention his leaking problem...they told him to talk to the janitor.

So there he was, his massive thick balls and twelve-inch soft member hanging out of his sheathe, constantly drooling pre into buckets, all while trying to concentrate at work.

Oh, that morning had been "fun," too. He thought back on it as he let his mind go on autopilot, just filling in data entries. First he had to get himself away from Elliot because he stank with sweat and musk, and even after four intense showers, Jonah still couldn't get all of the thick scent off of himself. Luckily, it seemed Elliot calmed down a bit after that. He was even mopping up the thick pool the gnoll created overnight.

Trying to change into the work clothes the 'coon got him was quite the chore as well. The jump in height already threw out some of the outfits Eli was nice enough to pick up for him two days ago. The largest shirt was still overly tight, especially around his newfound forty-inch beer gut. At least, he assumed it was a beer belly, and while he could feel the thick beefy abs inside; there was obviously a thick amount of fat covering them now.

The shirt really had trouble straining around his massive pecs, though. While mostly muscle, they too seemed to have softened a bit with a film of flab, only making them that much bigger. His shoulders had broadened out too, and his hunchback was that much more noticeable. His thick, muscled bull neck led only to an even more brutish face, his tusks thicker and much nastier-looking than the previous days.

His arms were almost completely free of fat, but were stretching the limits of what a normal bodybuilder could achieve. Already the biceps, triceps, and other muscles were boated beyond belief, thickly vascular and causing Jonah some problems in bending his arms. His bulging thighs and calves seemed to carry that on, needing to heft his thick beefy form around.

And even when he did get the shirt and pants on, the thick swatches of black hair growing over his fur kept poking through the gaps in his buttons. That hair had spread thicker since yesterday, even giving him the look of a slight five o'clock shadow on his face.

So yeah, he heard comments all throughout the office, and was glad that he had an appointment with the company's mystic to get his "condition" looked at. Jonah was just thanking the gods that almost all of his co-workers were humans, and those that weren't quickly kept out of sight of him, probably because HR had everyone informed about his musk's... special properties. That must have been a fun e-mail to receive. The gnoll rolled his eyes.

The few male anthros he did encounter seemed to keep a wide berth from the data entry worker, and even then it seemed they made a trip straight to the bathroom after. It'd almost be hilarious if it wasn't happening to him. He looked and felt completely ridiculous.

On his way to empting his buckets for the second time that day, dumping them down the office's toilet, the massive gnoll found himself experiencing another side effect. It seemed, much to his dismay, that he'd developed a hair trigger. Just trying to use the bathroom now actually set him off, growling in lust as he completely emptied his massive balls into the urinal, probably clogging it with the massive amount of thick seed he was producing now.

Jonah was lucky, damn lucky, that he was alone in the bathroom, otherwise he'd probably be getting called back to the HR right now. But it honestly didn't matter because he decided right there to move his appointment with the mystic to at that moment. Stuffing his boxers with as much toilet paper as he could find, and grabbing a pot from the cafeteria to act as a cup, so there were no more...further accidents, the gnoll walked as fast as his thick beefy legs could carry him to the mystic.

"Come in!" A very melodic voice rang out from the open doorway before the gnoll even started to knock.

Jonah didn't really know what to expect, but this wasn't it. He was thinking he'd be heading into some sort of seance room or something out of those carnival fortune telling booths. Instead, the small room looked much like a psychologist's office.

And the woman sitting at the desk once again destroyed any preconceived expectations. Instead of the kindly old grandmother, or a wizened elderly lady, the person sitting at the large desk seemed to be in her late twenties. Clothed in a business suit, the short red head was quickly filling out some paperwork as the gnoll gently ducked his head to enter the room.

"But I didn't..." Jonah shook his head and continued. "Umm, sorry about being early but..."

"You're exactly on time for when I scheduled you." The youthful lithe woman gave a rather mischievous grin. While Jonah cast an obviously intimidating figure, he was feeling more like the prey rather then a predator in this exchange.

"Oh, umm, ok, so about my..." The gnoll looked down, trying to decide if he should sit or stand, and if he should sit exactly what piece of furniture would best bear his weight.

"Condition? Well, let me look at you..." Once again the woman seemed to have quite the predatory gleam in her eye as she got up and approached the gnoll with absolutely no fear in her eyes. Jonah slightly gulped as she walked around him while he nervously rubbed his thick paws together.

"Heh, he got you good didn't he." The woman smirked when done, and slapped the metal pan the gnoll was using for a cup, much to Jonah's utter horror and embarrassment.

Gently walking back around to her computer chair, she leaned back in it and kicked her high healed shoes onto the nice mahogany table.

"Good news and bad news. Good news; the changes will be ending tomorrow. Bad news; you'll be doing more then leaking tomorrow, not to mention you'll be having issues going anywhere without using quite a bit of anti-pheromones to get all the ladies...and men off ya. I'll give you a prescription, Joe. Unfortunately the spell on you, it was a wish wasn't it, is quite powerful. Only the caster can take it off you, so for the foreseeable future, I hope you enjoy being big, even with all the problems associated with it." The red headed mystic started writing something down on a note pad before ripping it off and handing it to the gnoll.

"Get that filled out and I'll have HR put you to work at home from now on. I mean, we don't want you to either keep making the nice lady and gentleman anthros need a moment now do we? Meanwhile, take the rest off the day off. This is your new life now, you'll have to learn to live with it, somehow! So don't let me detain you any longer, Mr. Gnoll."

And with that, she smiled and went straight back to work on whatever it was she was doing beforehand. Still confused, the gnoll just stood there, wanting to speak but not sure exactly what to say to the mystic, so he just left after waiting awkwardly.

After quickly returning to his cubicle, and grabbing as much of his own knick knacks, pictures, and pens he had brought to the office, not knowing when or if he'd ever return, he promptly high-tailed it to Elliot's truck.

The gnoll didn't even think he'd fit in his old car in his present condition. Thankfully after the' coon's little giggle fit about grabbing the long "stick shift" the other day, he graciously allowed Jonah the continued use of the vehicle.

Before heading home though, the bulky gnoll headed to the pharmacy to pick up whatever it was the mystic wanted. He actually shivered as he thought of her though, something about her just creeped him out. Maybe it was the complete utter lack of fear she had for his bestial form, or perhaps it was the weird way she knew what was going to happen ahead of time. Or it could be just the way it seemed she liked to make him...squirm.

So, once again Jonah was stuck in line, grabbing another twenty-four pack of beer, before grabbing a second just in case. He was going through the brew as if it was water now, for some reason. He just had to figure it was all part of the "manly" wish.

Walking up to the pharmacist's counter, most of the humans gave him a wide berth because he realized his crotch was beginning to leak around the sides of his makeshift cup. He quickly shoved the prescription into the man's awaiting hands. Giving the gnoll a disgusted and awkward look, it seemed the pharmacist wanted this order done as fast as possible and proceeded to give him a discount on some sort of spray, as well as the two packs of brew.

Heading home, the gnoll rushed up the stairs to his apartment and quickly collapsed on his couch, hearing the large piece of furniture crack and splinter.

"Fuck..." And thus his couch also finally gave into the gnoll's bulk, its legs cracking and breaking off. He gave up at that point.

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Throwing another empty can of brew behind him, Jonah grabbed another from one of the three boxes he'd purchased that morning. While somebody might have been concerned about the large amount of cans that were piling up on the remains of the gnoll's old couch, the massive beast had actually gone and done some research. The ex-human had found out that his new species had a particular likening to yeast-flavored beverages and, with their large size and high metabolism, the smaller amounts of alcohol in most canned beer didn't affect them at all. Well, mostly. He'd have to find a way to explain it to his boyfriend though...

Meanwhile, the monstrous hyena was hard at work on his computer. Having the foresight days before, he had ordered a new keyboard especially equipped for hands that were quite a bit bigger then the general populace's. And boy, did the steel-coated keys feel much sturdier then those plastic caps his claws kept piercing the day before.

The hardest part now was dealing with the near constant feeling of orgasm. Jonah was quite lucky that Elliot had bought him large plastic sheets to deal with his rampant pre production, but since this morning his cock had been almost continuously pouring out load after load of semen. He already had to change his buckets three times and it was only three in the afternoon.

Speaking of which, he could feel the puddle of cum that was forming at his feet and saw that he needed to make another run to the bathroom. Rolling his eyes, Jonah knew that he'd need some way to offset the flow if he ever wanted to leave the apartment again, or rather, ever leave the apartment with any dignity and without the cops being called on him for indecent exposure.

As the massive gnoll meandered to the bathroom, taking extra precaution to waddle his thick, muscled thighs around his massive, sensitive balls, he realized he was making a long trail of cum that he'd have to clean up later. As he started pouring the thick cream down the toilet, the masculine beast gave himself another once over.

Huge was an understatement. Monstrous was a fact. Jonah had to be at least over seven and a half feet tall, considering he had to duck to get through his apartment's door frames. And that was just in height; girth was a whole other matter.

The measuring tape he had picked up for getting curtains when he had first moved in now showed his gut was at least eighty inches around. And that was certainly not all muscle. His large ample belly caused almost more issues then his height, having to suck in his bloated table muscle every time he wanted to enter a new room.

Jonah's broad shoulders didn't help much either, having to slide into a room sideways now. And sure, the vascular slabs of rock hard beef that were his arms were sexy, but those hulking biceps really didn't seem to help either his flexibility or mobility. Those 30-inch pythons could feasibly pick up a small car, but it did add to the difficulty when trying to reach under that gut.

His pecs seemed to be a combination of muscle and fat, looking more well-rounded than completely solid. His thick beefy nipples were probably the only things you could see through the thick hair that was covering most of his body now.

Speaking of which, he was a hairy bastard. The thick chest hair and treasure trail created a dense musky patch all down his chest into his thick pubic fur. His arm pits were covered in the stuff and a long trail of back hair extended down to his fat and muscled bubble butt. The backs of the gnoll's arms also seemed to have grown large swatches of the dark fur and his mane had grown more wild on his head, complete with large side burns and thick stubble.

Jonah's head shouldn't have caught him off guard but it did. He still couldn't believe how much he looked like an unintelligent brute. Massive, slightly yellowed tusks extended from his large muzzle, filled with dark sharpened teeth. His lower lip was a dark glossy black and every so often some drool seemed to pour from around his muzzle, mostly because his lips didn't seal well around those brutish tusks.

The masculine gnoll's brow certainly didn't help, giving him a near constant scowl, either making him look like he was about to eat somebody, kill them, or just look like he was contemplating his own navel. His visage gave off a look of pure Neanderthal that caused him to shiver a bit with even the most innocent expression.

At that moment, he heard a knock at his door before he heard the coon's voice yell in.

"Hey, big man, I've got the cure to what ails ya!" Elliot's voice rang from the front room as the gnoll finished emptying his most recent bucket of semen.

Quickly lumbering out, ducking beneath the door frame and being careful of those massive dangling orbs, the gnoll moved to where the coon was yelling from.

"Wow, did a number on ...you..." The much smaller man gaped, his eyes moving from the destroyed couch to the massive, bestial form in front of him.

Looking down, his vascular arms moving behind his back, the gnoll blushed.

"Yeah...sort of broke it last night...but what did you get for me?" Jonah replied timidly.

That did it, seeing the bestial form look so sullen and shy caused the coon to break out in a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, seriously, you should have been a puppy the way you act, not a bloodthirsty gnoll." Still laughing, laying a hand on his pudgy belly the programmer slowly steadied himself as he pulled out a massive pouch from his bag. For his part, the muscle bound brute rolled his eyes.

"Here, this jock pretty much allows everything you, uh, spill to be transported to a fertility clinic instead for research and etcetera. That way we don't need to be afraid of you flooding the public at large with yer....nice big tool..." The coon gave a predatory grin as he licked his maw, looking at Jonah's still-drooling member.

"Really? Oh thank god, this whole bucket thing was getting really annoying." As the data entry worker slowly padded towards his much smaller boyfriend, the coon continued to give Jonah that smile, and pulled the package away.

"Oh no, before I give you this, I want to make use of that..." The coon smiled and sniffed the air as he started approaching his boyfriend. For his part, the behemoth looked a bit...scared.

"Hey.. Hey now, I think we should..." The gnoll held up his paws as he tripped, falling backwards onto the broken remains of the couch, wood crunching under his weight but the cushions still providing comfort.

"Aw, my big guy must have used his special deodorant. You don't smell as...good. Oh well, it's not like I needed it!" And with that Elliot giggled, bouncing carefully into Jonah's groin as he began pumping the drooling member.

And of course it didn't take much more then a second to have the gnoll howling in pleasure, his hair trigger going off as his member let cum fly everywhere, but the coon was far from done.

Covered in his lovers spunk, the coon barley took a moment to be impressed with the sheer amount of semen the gnoll was producing. Instead, it only seemed to spur him onwards as he quickly slipped off his pants and underwear in order to grind his own hardening member against the gnoll's still-throbbing pole.

For his part, Jonah sat there, whining and growling in lust as his chubby boyfriend played with his plump sack, rolling his sensitive orbs around as he felt the coon's member throb against his own. He made sure to grip the side of the devastated couch in fear of hurting his much smaller lover as his claws raked and ripped the fabric to shreds.

"Oh yes, god, I have my own private beast..." The gnoll groaned louder as his orgasm seemed to continue, unending as he felt the coon close in on his own. A massive pool of cum being created on the floor from all of his expulsions just kept growing larger and larger, but he couldn't think about that now. The pleasure was just too much.

Finally the chubby programmer finished himself, moaning as the gnoll let loose another even larger orgasm himself, cum covering everything around the broken couch as Elliot collapsed onto his lover's rounded middle. Jonah carefully moved his bulging, vascular arms around his lover, holding him gently as the two men drifted off into a post orgasm bliss.

Sometime later, the gnoll's phone rang. Gently picking it up, and yawning, the data entry worker answered.

"Yes? Yes...oh...oh um... Ok... I'm...'m very sorry. Yeah, I'm sure. I'll have the money to you tonight. I'm sorry for all the "water damage" to my neighbors ceiling..." Looking down at the large pool he created earlier, Jonah just shook his head and sighed. It seemed this form still had its problems...