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Jack surfaced from sleep, the large otter's eyes staying shut for a few moments. He held onto the fleeting feelings of his dream, surrounded by all of his boys, tenderly tending to as many as he could with each part of his body as they writhed in bliss... Of course, for the powerful lutra it had not been merely a dream. His sheets were tented over the considerable curve of his belly by the girthy morning wood that the celebratory lovemaking within his essence had fostered.

Finally opening his eyes, he smoothly slid his heavy form out of his soft bedding, smooth fur slickly gliding over the sheets. With a soft grunt, he was upright, his prodigious belly kept from sagging entirely into his lap by the firmness of his arousal. He exhaled. "Not yet..." He had to save the load churning in his weighty loins for later on this morning. Pressing his feet flat to the hardwood floor, Jack stood. The naked otter was on full display in the early light, powerful muscles beneath insulating fat defining the shape his pelt clung to.

He stretched his arms over his head, planting his palms on the ceiling and lightly pushing off the floor. Jack settled back onto his heels with a thud of his heavy tail against the floorboards, before he extended his arms out to either side. Lowering them to his sides brought his spine into proper alignment, his powerful pecs jutting forward above the broad curve of his belly, which now was forcing his erection to cantilever out at a near right angle to his spine.

Jack turned towards a large set of glass display cases on his wall, filled with a number of esoteric objects. The top shelf of the case held three complicated brass devices that appeared to resemble astrolabes that had intersected with a sextant at right angles. The lutrine wizard had used these as a way to tinker with the protective wards around his home, each managing a different form of protection. Opening the glass, the otter picked up the center arcane mechanism in his hands and carefully pivoted the moving arms into new positions. When he set it back down, he could feel the change in the magic surrounding his home.

The phone rang suddenly.

The heavy otter swayed his tail as he made his way to his phone by his nightstand. Lightly lifting the receiver, Jack brought it to his ear. "Good morning."

"Happy Autumn Renewal day, Dad!" The tenor voice cheerfully replied, immediately recognizable. "Am I first to call?"

"Thank you Jules." Jack chuckled warmly. "And yes, you even beat out Joey this year."

"Yes!" The middle-aged otter could tell his son had just done a fistpump, even over the phone lines.

"How are your courses going this semester?" The naked man idly shifted his hips as he stood with the receiver to his ear.

A low groan came from the tiny speaker within the plastic. "Well, they're going."

Jack smiled softly. "You'll do fine as long as you pace yourself."

Jules audibly sighed. "Yeah, yeah... I know..."

"As much as I'm sure you'd love me to lecture you on the benefits of a good schedule, I haven't even had my breakfast." The broad otter chuckled.

"Oh, don't let me keep you from that! You gotta eat, dad!" The voice nearly clipped the signal on the phone. "Love you!"

"Love you too, Jules." And with that the call disconnected. Jack set the receiver down, smiling, and then let out a wistful sigh as he noticed that his maleness had finally gone down, hanging comfortably over his swollen testes. "Breakfast."

Broad feet supporting his great weight, the lutra strode back around his bed to the sliding glass door that made up the wall of his bedroom facing south. On his way to the door, the latch undid without any visible means of motion, and then the whole glass pane slid to one side on its track without any sign of a motor. For the obvious reason that there was no motor.

Jack stepped out into the cool air of the equinox, sun shining from the east seeming to almost have come from the wide river that the wizard had chosen to place his floating home upon. It was slow moving, good for swimming and excellent for fish, both of which he planned to take advantage of. Still bare to the world, the otter walked to the edge of a permanent diving platform that jutted from the small balcony area on the top floor of his houseboat. Taking a deep breath, he leapt.

Despite his size and the obvious obstructions to hydrodynamics such as his heavy belly and broad shoulders, he entered the water with nary a splash. He extended his arms from the diving position once fully submerged and arched his back slightly to redirect his momentum horizontally. He brought his hands forward with his webbed fingers spread to halt his movement fully. Eyes open in the clear water, Jack very quickly spotted some fish.

The otter swam smoothly despite his mass, catching the fish off-guard. Large lungs full of air, he easily held onto his breath as he caught up with a large trout. With a grin, he snapped forward, twisting his head to catch the vertical fin between his teeth.

The surface of the water abruptly burst into water droplets flying everywhere as Jack surfaced, tossing his head back. The caught fish was launched up in the air, flailing as it went end over end, before coming down. The otter's jaws awaited the dropping head, gaped wide enough that the impact already began the bulge in his throat's progress. Pursing his lips around the wriggling animal, the lutra sucked firmly, the rest of the large catch travelling between his jaws quickly. Lastly, he swallowed, sending the lump in his neck dropping out of sight.

Kicking off under water and undulating his thick tail, the powerful mustelid quickly reached the submerged ladder on the edge of his houseboat. Jack grasped the rungs and hauled himself out of the river, streams of water glistening as they dripped off his hefty form. His sleek fur clung to his body even better, but his natural body oils meant that the water shed quickly. The lutra undid the latch to the first floor's sliding glass door much the same way he did the one in his bedroom, but opted to use his hand to pull the pane along its track this time.

There was still a bit of dripping happening from his body, but there was also an easy solution for that. With a gesture, a gust of wind abruptly surged into his bedroom upstairs, displacing the air inside the houseboat. The swirling warm indoor air came rushing out, curling and caressing over his naked form. Once the air cooled of its own accord from full displacement, Jack dispelled the effect. The otter strode into his living room, fur moist but no longer likely to track the river onto the hardwood.

Jack felt over his belly as he made his way over to his kitchen, feeling the trout within still twitching and trying to swim free of its new personal sauna. A low grlrrgle resonated from the wide belly as the otter's body reacted favorably to its natural prey.

The phone rang again.

Closing the distance to the wall mounted phone in his kitchen, the middle-aged lutra grasped the receiver, bringing it up to his ear. "Good Morning."

"Happy Renewal, Dad!" A younger voice greeted him through the phone than the last.

Jack smiled at this. "Thank you, Joey." He pinned the receiver between his ear and shoulder as he started digging around for bread. "How's the apprenticeship going? I'm doing my best to not just call up your super." He smiled playfully.

"About that, dad..." The youngest son's voice grew a bit more somber. "I don't really think I'm cut out for weather like you. I feel like I'm better at plants... thought applying to agriculture would be more that but so far it's regulating rainfall and fostering favorable wind for pollination...."

"Have you talked to your supervisor about this...?" The otter set the loaf in its bag down on the counter before using his hand to change ears. "Because if you really feel like you're misplaced I can speak to the committee..."

"Dad..." Joey sounded a bit exasperated. "That's half the problem. My super only ever encourages me. I have no idea if I'm messing up or not. For all I know he's been picking up my slack without telling me."

Jack listened and let out a long slow sigh... Some of the supervising mages did give deferential treatment to the children of prominent wizards, he knew that, but he hadn't realized his son had been paired with one. Joey had always been an anxious child, needing to sleep with one of his older brothers or Jack himself until he was a teenager, and that disposition, mixed with positive reinforcement with no critique... The middle aged lutra leaned against the kitchen wall, looking up at the ceiling. "Next time you see your super, ask him what areas you can improve in. Let him know what you're feeling."

Joey made a thoughtful noise and Jack could hear the sound of claws fidgeting with what sounded like a plastic wrapper, crinkling and uncrinkling. "See... now I'm worried he'll just gesture to all of me because I've been doing it all wrong."

The older otter frowned, then smirked. "Well, if he does that, I'll go bite him for ya. Right on the tail."

That got a giggle out of his son, the young adult letting out a sigh afterward. "Thanks, Dad. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie." Jack smiled, pressing himself from the wall and facing the phone where it was mounted.

"Hope your Renewal goes well, Dad." Joey fidgeted audibly, but seemed less anxious. "I hear it's been getting wild since I left home. As for the moment, I need to get ready for work."

"Okay, Joey. Remember:" The big otter rumbled into the mic. "Ask how you can improve, not what you're doing wrong."

"Thanks again, Dad. Talk to you later." The younger lutra was starting to get dressed, it sounded like.

"You too, and you're welcome. Bye, Joey." Jack hung up and walked to the counter, digging a hand into the bag with the sliced loaf of bread inside. He had just retrieved two from three down the heel for maximum size when the phone started ringing again. The big otter quickly dropped the two slices into the toaster and started it.

On the tail end of the second ring, the wizard grasped the receiver. "Good Morning."

"Hi... uh." The voice was definitely not one of his biological children. Masculine but naturally higher pitched, slightly nasal but leaning into some vocal fry. "I know it's your day off and all, but I was hoping I could ask you something." As he spoke, the otter recognized the voice... He'd met the bat a couple times at municipal functions for the wizards and mages.

"Caspian?" Jack hoped he remembered the name right. "What do you want to know? You don't even work weather..."

"I mean, it isn't about that." Caspian replied. "I thought it would be okay on your day off to ask you something unrelated to work..."

The lutra's brows rose. "Oh? What is it?"

"Well," The chiropterain started, "My boyfriend has some fantasies that... well the best I can do for him is making doll effigies of him small enough for me to do the sorts of things he likes without hurting myself and having the sensations transfer to him, you know?" Caspian didn't wait for a reply, continuing. "And I heard through the grapevine that you're the one to talk to about body elasticity magic and life preservation magic in... well, kinky contexts."

Jack's eyes widened a bit. He did his best to keep his work and home life separate, even if he did work from home quite a bit. "And who is this grapevine?"

The toast popped up, unnoticed.

"When I was looking up resources, I found a group of guys talking about theory in a forum and they pointed me to this paper you wrote..." Caspian audibly passed his phone from hand to hand. "And I was like 'hey, I kinda know him, I should ask him about it.' And that's what happened."

Jack groaned aloud, resting his brow against the wall. "I can't believe there are still public mirrors of that."

"So... the paper's thesis is obsolete?" The bat sounded crestfallen over the phone.

The otter pondered. That paper was written when he was first working on the theories he'd perfected as an adult, before his marriage, even. He'd been under the impression that it had mostly been buried because the city didn't want people thinking that their municipal wizards were some kind of sex fiends. "Look... I'm having a private ritual today... if you come by my houseboat on Sunday I can tell you all the stuff I missed when a dumb college student wrote that paper." Jack would rather wizards use the safeguards he had developed rather than just run on his incomplete and often incorrect theory from his youth...

He wondered if he would have to publish a new paper under a pseudonym just to supersede the old one online.

"Really? Blessed be your ritual, John. I'll be there." Caspian hung up abruptly.

Jack hung up as well, chuckling a bit... well, it was his legal name still, and how his colleagues referred to him, but it was all so formal. He finally noticed the toast and walked over. He took the bread from the toaster and spread some butter over them. As he idly munched over his toast, he pondered how he'd gotten to this point in his life, the trials and tribulations, the many faces of the men and women who he'd loved... his coming to terms with his sexuality later in life, only once his wife had... he sighed and finished the toast. Dwelling on the past was not the purpose of this day.

His Renewals were several times a year, mostly aligned with the celestial festivals with the exception of those during the winter... thawing the river might cause some problems downstream and... well, keeping home and work separate.

The otter washed off the knife he had spread the butter with and then put away the food. All the while, however, he was purposefully flexing his pelvic floor, thinking about the means of the ritual, and its requirements. Many prerequisites for his renewal ceremony had already been set into place. All that was needed was performing it, and that required his arousal back again.

Done in the kitchen, he strode across the living room to the spiral staircase that connected the bedrooms to the rest of the living area. His house was mostly empty since his sons had moved out, but the Renewal... He continued to do his kegels as he strode up the stairs, breathing steadily in time with each step of his great weight higher.

By the time Jack had reached the mezzanine over his living space, his shaft was once again fighting the weight of his belly to stand as upright as it could. Perfection. The lutra walked through his bedroom, through the still open door, and carefully knelt down on the diving platform. His overfull balls filled the space between his calves easily on the platform, and the tip of his shaft jutted just beyond the edge, hanging over the river.

He began to stroke along the shape of his shaft, beginning to speak out the words that he had written, revised, tinkered with and then settled upon, ancient words that could shape reality, if one had the will to use them properly. Jack shuddered, finding himself paradoxically close to his climax and also blocked from reaching it. He stroked harder, his incantation continuing in his steady baritone.

Behind him, in the glass case, the three brass devices began to glow gold, filling the room with light. To the trained arcane eye, a sphere of influence had grown more powerful around the houseboat, stilling the water around it all the way to the far shore. Cars and trucks and motorcycles abruptly appeared parked on the shore within the range of the field, filling up the gravel area that made for a parking lot where the vessel was moored.

Jack stroked harder still, focusing on the magic within and around him... What was holding him back...? Perhaps it was the state of the world, or the coming winter... intensifying his desire to not let go of the precious warmth that filled him...

He finished incanting and bit his lip, trembling.... Well, he could take most of that warmth back soon. With that, he reached climax. His girthy rod twitched, the channel on its underside swelling. The whole thing slightly contracted in length as it was stretched by the sheer volume of the load that shot forth.

Like a white dart, the shot soared in a perfect parabola, out away from the boat, before coming splashing down nearly three quarters of the way to the far shore. Beneath the surface of the river, the pint of masculine essence reshaped. The very tip grew facial features, as from the sides arms stretched out. Spreading the new limbs like pulling during a breast stroke, the form gained a torso, legs splitting away from the trailing 'tail' of the end of the pump. Doing an underwater somersault, the figure burst from the surface of the water again, suddenly a furred, flesh and blood otter. He let out a gasp for air and then looked around.

All around the river, wherever a missile of seed splashed down, moments later a fully formed man surfaced. Closer to the edge of the boat a slender deer trembled and did his best to tread water. His antlers were dropped, and had been since he'd first come home with Jack. Out in the middle of the river, between two muscular otters, a pupper burst from the surface, panting heavily. He paddled with his arms and kicked with his hind legs to stay up, looking around. A few feet to the side of center, nary a diving leap away from the ejaculating otter's position, a similarly built lutra with sun-bleached hair surfaced. He grinned and laid back, letting his muscular chest and round belly jut above the surface.

And still, Jack was continuing to release. The volume of each shot stayed consistent, launching in different directions as his stroking grasp angled his shaft chaotically. The water was starting to get a bit crowded in a vague cone shape from the middle aged lutra's position, as seed continued to rain down in powerful arcs.

The two muscular otters flanking the pup began to swim to other males, coaxing them to make room and swim towards the boat by the ladder. Gradually space was cleared and immediately filled with more gasping men bursting to the surface. Another dog, a dalmatian this time, looked all about, a blush hot on his cheeks. He trembled at the cool water and began to swim out of the way.

One of the nearly identical pair of muscular lutra had climbed up onto the bottom deck and was helping whoever wanted aboard out of the water, his massive chest and powerful arms up to the task. While others did climb the ladder or take the otter's hand, most stayed in the water, looking up in awe at the continued display.

Trembling, Jack felt himself coming down, seed surging out in weaker splatters... He turned his gaze inward.... Was there anyone who hadn't taken the ride out? He exhaled slowly as he focused. There.

Sean. The shy, timid otter had been one of his sons' tutor and ended up swept away by the older male's affections... and hunger. He was buried deep down inside, curled up...

For a moment, Jack was tempted to let him be... every Renewal since he'd first been taken, the caramel-furred otter had returned... But the wizard was a man of his word and bond. He grasped his shaft at the base, fingers digging into the fleshy channel on the underside and pulled towards the tip, milking out a weighty dollop of post-cum, while tugging on that one last soul.

The seed dropped straight down, splashing down about a yard from the side of the houseboat. Sean burst to the surface and immediately reached out to hold onto the side of the vessel, panting heavily.

The casually floating otter on his back perked up. He rolled forward and swam the dozen feet or so between himself and the timid male. He came up behind Sean and gently pulled him to his powerful chest and soft belly, nuzzling the bridge of his nose.

The caramel-furred otter noticeably calmed down, smiling bashfully.

Up above, Jack stood at the edge of the diving platform, fully spent. He spread his arms out and called out to the crowd before him. "Happy Autumn Renewal, Boys!"

From the water and deck, otters and the assorted other males whooped and cheered.

"I'll be right down..." The middle aged otter grinned. "I'd dive but I'm sure a couple of you would get stuck in me before you wanted to be."

That got a rowdy laugh from most of the boys as Jack turned and walked inside.

The naked lutra strode across his bedroom, sighing softly... it was a surreal feeling for him to feel so empty... but this was important. And they were still all with him, just not within. He descended the spiral staircase. As he did so, he found that several of the larger otters were already inside, setting up the living room for the sheer volume of men who would be coming in wet from their swim.

A particularly fat otter threw a tablecloth outward while gripping one edge, letting it drape down over a long table. He then went to get the paper plates and plastic utensils.

Jack smiled, walking over and patting the hefty lutra on his arm, sending a wobble through his pudgy frame. "Good thinking."

Blushing, the round male grinned. "Thank you, Daddy!" He returned to setting up the snacks table, as others moved the couches, laid out mats, set up the TV on the wall...

The middle aged male strutted out onto the deck on the side of his houseboat, amongst the boys who had already gotten out of the water on their own or with help. He addressed the dozens more in the water, chuckling. "C'mon out of the water, Boys, not everyone can tread water all day!" As those in the water moved to comply and the otters on the deck began to reach down to help the others up, Jack headed back in.

The fattest lutra had taken up setting up the TV. "Hey Daddy, what Kareoke packs do we have out here?"

Jack chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. "I tried to get all the ones you boys wouldn't stop singing and getting stuck in my head, good indicator of what you all like!" He pivoted, and spotted the two dogs entering along with some of the other non-otters.

The dalmatian approached the middle aged lutra directly. "Uh, so, where are my notes?"

"Don't worry, Trixie." He looked over the bare spotted form of the canine warmly. "Those interconnectivity spells your employer sent ahead of time worked a charm. It's all backed up on your laptop, which is with your things..."

Trixie, or more formally Patrick, sighed in relief. "I have permission to stay for the festivities, but I have to be on to the next job by the weekend. Where are my things?"

"We can still have some fun before then, even if it doesn't end up with you back inside." Jack slapped the side of his hefty belly and chuckled. "I think I saw Timber make a beeline for where I kept everyone's things when you came in."

Blushing deeply at the tease, the effete dog perked and head the same way the other dog had gone with a jittery spring in his step.

The otter chuckled and headed back towards the deck to see how many of his boys were just hanging out there and who was still in the water. Jack spotted the younger, sun-bleached musclegut lutra carrying Sean along in a bridal carry towards one of the couches as he passed. He could hear the blond's deep voice, like a younger version of his own, but couldn't make out the words. What was important was that the caramel-furred lutra was smiling and clinging on.

Coming out onto the deck again, Jack nearly ran right into the smooth-headed buck. "Happy Renewal, James." He said warmly to the deer.

James pushed up to kiss the middle aged male softly on the lips, before pulling back just as lightly. "It's strange... being outside of your warmth, Daddy."

Grasping the slender stag's hip in a large webbed paw, the powerful lutra gently pressed the curve of his belly against James' lower chest. "You don't have to stay outside for long... but I'd suggest spending some time at the party, first."

The deer nodded, blushing deeply. He planted another soft kiss on Jack's lips and slipped past him to enter the houseboat.

Walking down the crowded deck, Jack hummed idly to himself, receiving strokes and affectionate touches from nearly everyone he passed. He reciprocated those he could, with his tail if they got him from behind, but continued steadily forward. He came to a smaller door in the side of his houseboat. He opened it up and stepped inside.

Rather than the living room or the kitchen, this door led to a large room he had designated as storage, for the time being. The chamber was filled with heavy duty storage bags, each labeled carefully with a name. At the center of the mess was the pup who had headed directly to this very pile.

"Timber, what are you doing?" The middle aged otter chuckled at the way the dog's ears perked at his voice.

Blushing, Timber fidgeted, dropping the bag he had been looking at. "Oh, Daddy, you know I'd like to wear my outfit, even if everyone else is going around naked, right?"

Jack nodded. Even within the spiritual space deep within him, the pup always sported the cute outfit that he'd worn on their date that led to Timber becoming one of his boys. It was that tightly bound up to his identity, why should he stop the pup getting dressed?

The dog perked and held aloft a bag that clearly held a red ballcap, some striped stockings in the color of the pansexual flag, and a pink pair of briefs with white trim. "Ah-ha!" He opened the bag and immediately slapped the cap onto his head, brim facing backwards.

Smiling warmly, the lutra left the pup to dress up, heading through the door into the kitchen. A couple burly otters were carefully working on cooking large portions. Jack nodded to each of them as they looked to him and continued on into the living room. By now it had gotten nearly as crowded as the river had been.

Clearing his throat, Jack thudded his thick tail on the floorboards firmly three times.

The chatter of the party died down as all the boys turned their attention to the eldest otter in the room. Timber peeked into the kitchen still halfway through putting his arm-socks on, ears perked up. On the couch Sean twisted to face Jack from his position in one of his 'sons' lap. Said son settled his burly arms around the smaller otter, guiding him to rest back on his pillowy pecs. His sun-bleached fur was a good marker to show he hadn't once left the anxious boy's side since he first surfaced from the river.

"Now, for those of you who are new to the Renewal... or just have forgotten..." The middle-aged lutra winked affectionately, eliciting a chuckle from around the room. "All of the things that you had when you first came inside me are preserved for you as they were. Whatever vehicle you took to join me is parked outside. Over the next few days you have a choice. You can leave, return to your life. I've done everything I can to ensure that your life is still waiting for you out there. Or, you can return into my body... and leave all of that to wait a bit longer."

Jack held up one of his hands reassuringly. "If you leave, you're still one of my boys. You'll always be welcome back here. I love you all no matter what you choose." He smiled, placing his hand on his chest. "I am also aware that most of you already intend to return to me in the next few days... as many of you have every single Renewal."

The sun-bleached otter spoke up, his rich baritone striking the room. "How fat do you get off all us boys, Daddy?"

Laughing along with many of the other boys in the room, the patriarch turned to face the interruption. "Well, Circ, this much!" He groped his hefty belly firmly. "I'll lose weight when boys choose to leave, not gain it when they return to me." Jack winked playfully. "I want you all to see how you've added to my body." He raised both arms and struck a bodybuilder pose, flexing. The muscles buried beneath the soft padding made their definition known, the vitality of his body on full display to the whole room.

The entire party burst into whoops and whistles, cheering on Jack as he showed off... well, all of them to them.

A timer audibly went off in the kitchen just as the raucous admiration of the elder otter died down.

"Ah-ha. Food's ready." Jack declared. "I know for a fact most of you haven't eaten real food in months!" The middle aged otter chuckled and gestured towards the long table, where food was still being laid out. "Now you better eat or get eaten before your poor tummies start hurting!"

The otters in aprons brought out an enormous roast salmon, the scent spreading through the room quickly as the large platter was set down as the centerpiece to another round of applause.

As his boys began to line up for the buffet, the lutra looked about, smiling warmly... He saw Sean pulling Circ up off the couch to head to get food, Timber grabbing the mic at the karaoke station, fully dressed in his playful ensemble, James chatting up some of the other guests, already in line and Patrick snapping pictures with his phone, grinning. With all his boys here... he couldn't truly say he was empty. He felt fuller now than he had when he woke up, and he knew that this was just the beginning of the festivities.

Elsewhere, a phone rang, but the ringer blended into the raucous party seamlessly.