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I Otter Get Going

SynTech Slushpile Commission #7

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Characters © Sanmer

Content warning: random TF, male, spooge, stretching, growth, tentacles, rubber

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"So your official title is SynTech Otter Wrangler?"

"Yeah."

"And you do what exactly?"

Olly rolled his eyes at the white-furred fox questioning him. "Clearly I help take care of the otters."

"Take care of? They can't take care of themselves?"

"Well, they can, but they've got a lot of responsibilities, and I make sure they have everything they need to-"

Sanmer held up a paw. "Okay, okay. So... I guess I'll see you later?" he asked.

Olly nodded. The olinguito was shorter than the fox by a few inches, with a round, roly-poly build evident in the lay of his suit jacket, button up, and slacks around his frame. He grinned and straightened his tie.

"Yep! Tonight is my first official shift! I'm supposed to report in soon."

"Well, I'll be down in the labs if you need anything."

Going their separate ways, Olly tried to put Sanmer's questions out of mind. Why did the otters need a wrangler? He'd assumed Sanmer put him up for the job when the recruiter first called, but Sanmer denied everything. Still, the pay was exceptional for the overnight position.

As the fox boarded the express elevators to the deepest levels and depths of the SynTech research facilities underneath the huge tower, Olly got on a regular elevator going up to the fifth floor. When he left the elevator, a dark brown otter wearing a headset greeted him at a small counter.

"Hello, and welcome to SynTech Services Division! How can I help you?" he chirped.

8:00 P.M.

"Uh... Olly-"

"Oh! You're the new wrangler!" the otter said, jumping from his seat. "You're a bit smaller than most, but maybe you've got some secret technique. Anyways, follow me!"

The otter led Olly through a series of hallways that branched off in all directions.

"These all lead to different areas of the dormitories and other facilities," the receptionist said. "Usually this place runs itself, but you're kind of like the night manager. You're here to deal with the unexpected."

"Unexpected?" Olly gasped, struggling to keep up with the otter's quick gait.

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff, like - oh, hold on." The otter lifted a finger to his headset and beamed a gigantic smile. "SynTech Services Division, how can I help you? Yes, of course, we'll have our new wrangler there to meet them."

"What was that about?" Olly asked, a suspicious note in his voice.

The otter continued to beam the most professional customer service smile Olly had ever seen.

"Oh! Yes, well, it seems like your services will be required right away. There was an accident in a lab with a crew of research assistants, and they're on their way back."

"What happened?" Olly asked, trying to keep his composure. Was this job really dangerous?

"Oh, nobody was hurt, it was just a little spill. Exactly the sort of situation we call in a wrangler for, though! Follow me!"

Olly grunted as he struggled once again to keep up. His enormous tail weaved and wiggled in the air behind him like a ribbon, streaming away from his backside. It was the same dark chocolate color of pelt as covered his face and, presumably, the rest of him, though a band of lighter tan fur spread from his muzzle down under his chin and along his neck, though it was interrupted by the collar of his fancy dress shirt. The slacks he wore were not designed for running, either, and he huffed his way down the long hallways.

"The reception area is just through here," the otter said, pulling to an abrupt stop in front of a pair of swinging metal double-doors. "I've got to get back to my station. You can use this radio to call me if you need any help. See you later, boss!"

Olly caught the small radio in his paw, but before he could ask any questions, the receptionist had already zipped back down the hallway and turned out of sight. The olinguito looked up at the sign with large block letters spelling out "Reception Area" and shook his head. This was not the employee training he'd expected, even though he'd been assured all training was on-the-job.

Olly pushed through the doors, careful to pull his tail through before they swung closed behind him. When he turned back around after double-checking, his bright green eyes went wide with shock. The reception area was, literally, a reception area.Otters in dark blue jumpsuits trotted past from the other entrances around the large circular room. The ceiling was domed, with rows of track lighting illuminating the floor. The floor itself was soft, made of something similar to gym mats, and featured patches with holes drilled through in tight succession. The olinguito thought they looked like drains, but why would the reception area need drains?

His attention turned back to the otters in the blue jumpsuits. They were carrying something between them, and the olinguito's muzzle dropped when he realized it was another otter, though this one sported a maleness nearly twice the length of his own body, requiring a third otter to run alongside with the male's enormous shaft limp in his arms. Spotting Olly, the otter at the head of the stretcher shouted.

"Hey! Boss! Room 8!"

On the other side of the cavernous room, another group of otters rushed in carrying another dark brown figure. Holding him aloft over their heads, Olly didn't quite realize how large he was until he realized that there were almost two dozen otters struggling to bear the incredibly huge male. His muscular body was definitely otterish, but easily over fifteen feet tall. One of the otters in the front of the procession called out.

"Room 4, boss! Another lab spill!"

All of the sudden, from three of the entrances at once, teams of otters bustled in their compatriots on stretchers and wheeled beds. All three sported strange transformations - one appeared to be quickly developing a long, fat-bellied taur underbody, while another had breasts that needed to be supported by pairs of otters on either side of the rolling bed.

Otters shouted more room numbers at Olly as he gaped. The scent of otters and musk was filling his nose as the amount of traffic increased.

A webbed paw wrapped around his shoulder. He turned and looked at a tall, lean otter with experienced eyes.

"First night?" the tall otter asked.

Olly just nodded.

"Well, in that case, two tips. First, try not to linger too long in any one room, and two, double check that they've run the contagiousness tests. Sometimes they get in a hurry and forget."

The otter grinned and leaned forward, both paws reaching down and grabbing the olinguito's wide hips in his fingers.

"Whew! Well, you're certainly built like a wrangler, even if you aren't as big as most."

Olly wanted to ask what that meant, but the tall otter already disappeared into the crowds streaming past. While there were the occasional cases coming in, Olly also saw groups leaving, passing through, or clearly on their way to or back from a job. This circus is what he was meant to be in charge of?

The olinguito shook his head and looked around at the walls for room numbers and signs. Between the posters extolling good hygiene and safety warnings about what to do when smelling chemicals, Olly found the branch that would take him to the nearest recovery room.

8:30 P.M.

Olly opened the door and immediately regretted it, but as the huge black tentacles wrapped around his hips and dragged him headlong through the room, there wasn't much he could do about it. Three or four other otters were already wriggling and wiggling in various corners of the room, all impaled on four or five tentacles each. Considering they were like flat-tipped tubes as thick as coffee cans, the olinguito's eyes quickly darted around, worried about just how many might be coming for his thick backside.

The source of the flexing, wiggling mass of smooth black tentacles, which felt warm and soft to the touch, was a groaning, shuddering otter clutching the handrails of a bed against the wall. His legs were spread around his thick arousal, which was currently as large as his own chest and flopped over his shoulder. Beneath it, the otter's balls flattened across the bed and draped over the sides. Within the furry tan sac, which was easily four or five feet across at the widest, the clear shapes of wriggling tentacles shoving and squirming around pushed outwards against the fuzz. The tentacles themselves emerged from somewhere between the otter's thighs, and he didn't appear to have much control over them.

One of the warm, plump tentacles bumped against his muzzle. He batted it away and used his other hand to push at the squeezing, rippling length around his hips, but his movement attracted more of the thick, dripping length. The prehensile lengths reeked of musk as they scraped around and across the olinguito's body, enveloping and wrapping him up until only his head was visible above the coils. His cheeks bulged as a pair of tentacles thrust against his muzzle, alternating their strokes so his throat was constantly full and bulging. His eyes widened and he wiggled as he felt a series of prodding pokes at his backside, but there was nothing he could do as he felt the mass of tentacles drag his body to the floor. The tentacles squirmed and rippled, pushing and fighting for space as the olinguito felt his clothing ripped and pulled away from his body, until only the tie remained around his neck. He managed to free a hand and clawed at the floor as, in front of him, one of the other trapped otters rolled onto his back before opening his muzzle, allowing the tentacle shoving up from inside his throat to fully extend through him. The otter's body wiggled, full and jostling and sloshing, as he came across his own fattened-up hips.

Olly's green eyes closed as he felt the pressure under his tail increase. His toes curled as the wet, warm coils squeezed and rippled, sending bursts of pleasure through his body despite himself, even as he swallowed around two invading his muzzle.

He had to try to get the tentacles under control. But how?

9:15 P.M.

The olinguito opened the door to the room and leaned against the frame. Behind him, visible behind his naked body (except for the stubborn tie around his neck), a few dozen fat black tentacles draped motionless save for the occasional throb or twitch, finally calmed down. The otter on the bed slept, practically glowing, while the other trapped otters slept curled up with tentacles for blankets. Even the motion in the transformed male's huge balls was diminished to a gentle stirring rather than the frenzied rippling of earlier.

Olly wiped a paw across his head. That was lucky. He'd have been a goner if not for-

"Sir! Boss! We need you right away!"

Olly lifted his head slowly, still struggling to catch his breath. "Who does?"

"Follow me, boss!"

The receptionist otter was back with a new radio and a pair of sweatpants for the olinguito, who gratefully put them on, then followed him down the hallway.

"Room 12. Thanks, boss!" the otter said before racing back to his station.

Olly dipped and weaved through the crowd of otters in the Reception Area and found the sign directing him to the correct hallway. He opened the door to room twelve much more carefully this time, and peeked inside instead of yanking it open.

"Boss!" said a pair of voices at once.

"Boss!" said a third voice from in front of the other two.

Olly's hand slipped from the knob and the door opened all the way, revealing a large two-headed otter with four arms wrapped around another otter. The otter's long legs were thick and full, fattening up as the third otter, Olly realized, was sunk up to his hips in the main body.

Olly stared as the third otter's body dove in, sinking down into the thick brown pelt and disappearing. The head traveled upwards, joining the other two between the broad shoulders, as a third pair of arms grew from the sides, all in a matter of moments. The olinguito swallowed as he looked lower, at the twin pink spires of maleness that were, of course, quickly joined by a third.

"Boss!" all three otter heads chirped, now completely in unison.

The olinguito tried to think of something to say, but what was there to say about a three-headed otter with more cock than he'd ever seen hanging from a single pair of hips before?

The merged otters groaned one after another as their hands reached down, stroking and groping at their malenesses. The elongated torso and wide set shoulders lurched forward, carried by the thick legs, and Olly gasped when the trio of thick tips ground into his chest and belly, pushing him backwards against the wall. A trio of warm streams quickly bathed him in otter spunk as the groaning male's head alternatively made out with each other. The conjoined otter's hips shoved forward, grinding up and down against Olly's chest, the tips going well past his head, as the huge pair of nuts draped over his hips and thighs.

"Oooh, boss... I can't help myself!"

Olly stared as he watched his right thigh merge into the otter's body, becoming joined with the huge sac and meaty leg squeezing against him. A blast of pleasure made his tongue roll out as he shuddered and groaned, feeling every bit the same pleasure as the oversexed, intensely horny otter. The olinguito's cock fired off, one rapid pulse after another, as his other leg was swallowed up and pulled into the heat of the ottery body. It was swelling larger already, growing bigger and more muscular the deeper Olly went. He let out a moan as he felt his orgasm feed in the loop of pleasure already being generated by the other three, increasing his need and want tenfold.

The olinguito grunted, moaning and shifting as he felt paws stroking him, pulling him in, bringing him into the fold, merging him with the trio of otters so excited to feel yet another pleasurable presence...

10:00 P.M.

"And quit playing around with the equipment!" Olly said. "Or at least do it when I'm not here. Sheesh!"

The three otters, now unjoined and sorrowful, nodded as they stood in large puddles of their own spooge. Though separated, they now had three identical bodies, whereas before, they'd all appeared different. Only Olly kept his original figure and then some, judging by the way his heavy hips swung in his tight pants.

"Now get this cleaned up!"

"Yes, boss!"

The olinguito shook his head. Another lucky break. Once he realized the key thing holding the otters together, everything else was simple, and all he had to do was-

"Hey, boss!"

Olly wondered how soon he'd get tired of hearing that phrase.

"Yes?" he asked as the receptionist came skidding to a halt in front of him with a new radio and sweatpants. Somehow, the tie was still around Olly's neck.

"Room 18!"

The door to the room looked normal, like the other two, and Olly opened it slowly, moving back around the edge with it so he could peek in. The light from inside glittered and sparkled, shimmering as he could make out indistinct shapes shifting around.

"What the..."

Stepping inside the room, Olly had to hold his paws up in front of his eyes to stop the glare, but by then the door closed behind him and the occupants of the room realized they were no longer alone.

Said occupants were otters, but instead of fur, their bodies appeared smooth and solid. The shining lights Olly saw were reflected from their bodies, at least half a dozen of them. They were large for otters, all of them over six feet, and even their eyes and malenesses were covered in the slick-looking substance. Those huge malenesses jutted from their wide hips as they approached, arms outstretched.

Olly scooted back until his shoulders hit the door. Plump, fat lips pressed towards him as giggles and squeaks echoed through the room.

"Boss!"

"Oooh, it's the boss!"

"Hey, boss, do me first!"

When the nearest otter got a paw around Olly's arm, he realized what they were covered in: some sort of liquid rubber or latex replaced their fur and skin and maybe even more. The olinguito gasped as he felt the warm, smooth body slide up over him, wide hips and broad rump wiggling as he pushed forward wantonly into Olly's arms. The others followed suit, and Olly found himself quickly swamped with horny rubberized otters.

They piled on, pushing him to the ground, surrounding and humping him as he wiggled back and tried to push himself off. The warmth and feel of the rubber, along with the thick musk generated by all six massive arousal constant flows of pre-cum, put his brain into shutdown mode. As the first thick rubber shaft spread open his muzzle while another found its way under his tail, the olinguito's hips shivered and bucked, pumping his own maleness into the back of the otter's throat wrapped around him to the base.

More squeaks of rubber and pleasure as Olly wriggled and writhed, pumped and filled by more than one at a time as they grew impatient to wait their turns. Olly's eyes stretched open as he watched a second rubberized male push in and aim another shaft towards his spread lips. He reached up his paw and grabbed onto one of their hips, and that's when he noticed the black rubber creeping up along his arm.

The contagiousness tests! He'd never bothered to ask!

Olly's throat bulged outwards as a second massive black rubber shaft squeezed down inside him. It pulsed and throbbed, fattening and growing somehow, matching the first for size as his hips jostled and bounced around, pumped from beneath by another huge rubber otter.

The rubber spread quickly over the olinguito's body. His eyes closed as his cock throbbed, already coated in the slick, warm substance. His maleness throbbed and ached, fattening up, extending from his hips proudly, fully rubberized and already spurting ropes of musky white seed. The olinguito's belly bulged outwards, swelling as the two males humping his stretched muzzle let out twin cries of pleasure, while the one pounding at his rump continued to hammer away. The other otters crowded around Olly's growing length, taking turns throating it to the base or stretching their gummy, rubberized muzzles over his immensely swollen balls.

Olly could feel the rubber creeping along. It was going to consume him completely within minutes, but what could he do as the huge shafts pummeled him so well? His fingers scraped, rubber on rubber, over the otters' bodies as he jerked his hips and gurgled around the pulses in his throat. His cock erupted anew, slicking down the rubberized males and making them even wetter, hornier, hotter as they worshipped at the olinguito's thick balls and stalk.

1:00 A.M.

Olly dragged himself out of the room, back to normal save for a noticeable plumpness in his large, flaccid maleness, which now draped well past his knees and continued to drizzle as he got to his feet using the door handle to steady himself. Behind him, half a dozen permanently rubberized otters rested in a pile, thick cocks and thighs sliding and slipping around even as they slept. Though they couldn't be turned back to normal, at least Olly managed to fix what was driving them to such heights of frenzied lust, as well as causing them to be contagious. All he had to do was - and it was so simple he was kicking himself for nothing of it earlier - was to-

"Boss! Boss! Room 2!"

The receptionist whizzed by, not even bothering to slow down as he dropped fresh sweatpants and a radio for the olinguito.

Olly tried to remember where room 2 was. He stumbled down the hall, his sweatpants full of musky otterseed dripping from his fur. The SynTech employees walking around him paid him no attention as he stared at the signs and gradually made his way to the right door, which he opened with a resigned sigh before walking right on in.

The olinguito didn't even yelp when a huge hand reached out and wrapped around his body, pinning his arms to his sides and lifting him into the air. A gust of hot breath washed across him as the enormous, thirty-foot-tall otter grinned at him. A huge cock stretched up from the macro-male's hips, as thick as his own lean, taut belly. The skinny, tall otter's shaft throbbed against his chin as he licked his lips.

"Heeeeeeey, boooooosssss!" he said, his breath blowing Olly's long fur back.

"Whoa!"

Olly let out a gasp despite himself as the huge paw smacked him around flat into the huge, wide urethra of the massive pink cock. The webbed fingers pushed down on Olly's backside as he spread his arms and legs, barely able to reach the other side of the huge urethra, and sunk into it. Waves of cum washed down over his back and head as the paw squeezed him into the hot, pulsing flesh, then dragged him up, not relenting on the pressure. At the top, with Olly's head just below the tip, the fingers squeezed again and dragged him back down. Another wave of seed splashed down around Olly's backside as he felt the hand dragging him back up once more, joined by a second paw and the huge otter's loud, deep moans.

Managing to squint upwards through the gushes of cum, the olinguito could see the macro-otter lean over and open their muzzle, wrapping their lips around their own disproportionately massive length. Their cheeks bulged every few seconds, matching the tenseness with which the fingers ground Olly up and down the shaft. The waves of seed pouring down over him was all the thick, musky otter jizz that didn't get swallowed by the shuddering male.

Olly's eyes closed as his tail, wet and heavy, splattered against the side of the shaft. His own cock was rock hard again as the otter's musk literally poured over him. And after the otter made sure he spent a significant amount of time pushed between the enormous balls between the big male's thighs, Olly wasn't sure which way was up. But he had to find a way out of this. Wasn't there anything he could do to escape the grip of the enormous, overhung twink? His options seemed grim, especially as both of the otter's webbed paws went around his hips and shoulders, making him gasp as he was pushed into the pink flesh once more and roughly jerked up and down, again and again, as the chirping macro groaned and wiggled.

3:00 A.M.

Olly was kicking himself. He could have solved that in half the time if he'd only-

"Boss! Another case for you! Big problems!"

"Couldn't be as big as my last one. You won't believe-"

But the otter was already gone. Olly shook his head. Would nobody appreciate his genius? Heading to the next room, the olinguito appeared to have a big more confidence in his step. And it seemed he wasn't just towering above all the otters around him, he really was. The olinguito was at least a few feet taller than he'd started the night, far more well hung, and bulking up substantially in the shoulders and arms. He didn't notice himself, of course, because he was too busy jumping into a room full of squirming, moaning otters made entirely of goo, and getting them separated without letting them squeeze up his backside took the last few hours of his shift.

6:00 A.M.

"Olly! How was your first... day... of work?" Sanmer asked, words trailing off as he realized Olly was not quite the same as he'd been at the beginning of the shift last night.

The olinguito turned around. A huge pink length draped over a pair of balls easily half as tall as the olinguito was. Olly's massive biceps curled, showing off the power in the huge muscles, as the sac between his legs twitched and moved, revealing squirming beneath the pelt. A few huge black tentacles emerged from around the massive sac as the olinguito stroked a paw over his hard, smooth, black rubber belly, which merged into the fur around the edges of his torso seamlessly. He grinned down at Sanmer, three times the fox's height, and nodded his head while his tentacles caressed and squeezed his overgrown shaft and sac.

"It was great! You know, I really appreciate how they let me solve problems without getting too worried about paperwork and stuff."

The olinguito's belly flexed, rubber muscles twitching, as his cock let out a thick blast of gooey seed. Sanmer stared, tail wagging, mind racing at the possibilities for his boyfriend's new toys.

"Well, I know this is short notice, but they need a wrangler to cover this morning, so I'll be sticking around until noon," Olly grunted. "I'll meet you at home later."

He turned and strode off, each step shaking the floor, leaving the dazed white fox behind. Sanmer watched the olinguito's wide hips from behind and licked his lips. Having Olly so close at hand was tempting enough, but now...

The fox grinned. He'd get his claws into the olinguito later. Until then, it was time to go cause a few more accidents.

The end