The H.I.L.T.

Story by danath on SoFurry

danath, Altersex, Anal, Ball Growth, Balls, Bikini, Breast Growth, Breasts, Canine, Cock, Cock Growth, Cockring, Constriction, Cum, Cumshot, Dalmatian, Excessive spooge, Hermaphrodite, Horse, Husky, Hyper balls, Hyperphallic, Hypertrophia, Jockstrap, Macro, Male, Monkey, Muscle, Muscle Growth, Oral, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Orgy, Otter, Panda, Penetration, Pony, Winged horse, Wings, construction, denial

A collection of four short stories about dramatic home renovation performed for people who ran into a typical SynTech scenario.

The H.I.L.T.

By Danath

Yolkmonkey (C) Yolkmonkey

Andrew (C) Darwen

Lifeforce (C) Lifeforce

Rain (C) Spheal

Stories written live on stream during Freebies Vol. 83: The H.I.L.T. Edition!

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The Basement ft. YolkMonkey (male, hypermuscle)

Yolk's eyelids fluttered. Something heavy draped over his side. And he felt... sticky. Everywhere. The tan fuzz spreading across his broad face scrunched up as his nostrils flared. Shifting his hips to get more comfortable, the blue-furred monkey's eyes popped open and a loud crunch echoed through the living room.

"Ouch!"

Yolk's blue backside crashed onto the floor, smashing the soggy remains of what used to be a pretty nice pale brown couch into yet more pieces beneath him. The monkey's eyes remained wide open as he gazed down at his chest, where a mountainous pair of bold, round pecs quivered. The patch of tan brown fur that spread across his chest and lower, over the substantial mounds of muscle filling his belly with powerful ripples, matched the fur on his face, unchanged from the night before. His arms, legs, and sides remained the same deep, strong blue shade, just long enough to be slightly unruly at the tips, but not deep enough to hide every inflection of fiber pulling and stretching underneath. His fingers prodded at his stomach as, couch forgotten, he leaned forward to examine himself more closely. Though his pelt hadn't changed, nearly every other part of him had. He was enormous!

Memories of yesterday flooded his brain. As the shock of the outcome of that crazy series of unexplainable events passed, Yolk stretched his legs apart. A huge thump shook the floor, and all worries quickly escaped the massive, nine-foot-tall monkey's brain. Yolk's lips stretched into a delighted grin as the quivering, throbbing, half-hard length of thick monkey cock stretched across the floor, dipping down and around his huge sac before reaching to a few inches past his knees. The thick rod flexed against his huge thighs as he stiffened up at the sensitive flickers of pleasure being constantly fed into his new, oversized body. Yolk's fingers stretched out as he leaned forward, causing the muscles ringing his shoulders to fatten up and flex. His hard belly and pecs flattened across the top of his shaft as he reached forward, guiding his palms towards the warm, thick tip.

Yolk was so lost in exploring his newly enhanced body that he didn't hear the noises at the door until the whole thing suddenly exploded inwards in a shower of splinters. When the dust cleared, Yolk could only stare at the trio of otters standing in front of him in the living room of his house. The two in the back looked around making notes on tablets while the one in front grinned down at the monkey. All three otters wore ridiculously skimpy and tight black bikini briefs with the word "SYNTECH" across the back in big, bold white letters, though their broad tails often obscured the font, leaving "SYCH" exposed at best. Their pelts were various shades of dark brown, and they had other similarities as well: each was fit. Really fit.

Their exposed bellies were all uniformly tight and packed with abs. Broad chests bounced with slabs of pec meat beneath the crop-top shirts. Their biceps and triceps and all the other -ceps shifted under their fur, clearly outlined against the short and dense pelts. Each of the three otters possessed glutes of steel, and considering the waistbands of their ridiculously tiny bottoms barely covered half of the dark brown furry cheeks, little was left to the imagination. Wide faces and curious eyes surveyed the mess.

"Living room? More like living ruin!"

"We're gonna need the big hoses!"

"Hello! I'm Campbell Turkeypepperoni from HILT! Sit back, relax, and we'll be done before you know it!"

Crashes and smashing noises echoed from the bedroom and kitchen as additional otters carrying various building supplies barged through. The stunned monkey stared as he watched an apparently endless line of hunky, muscular, barely-clothed otters - the smallest of which was easily seven feet tall and at least three hundred pounds - rapidly demolish the interior of his house. Everything down to the studs was ripped out and carried away - even appliances like the fridge and stove, which individual otters ripped out with the barest effort and hauled out the newly enlarged front door.

"Wha- who- wait, just wait a minute!" Yolk said.

"SynTech is proud to offer the services of the Home Improvement Liability Team to help you accommodate your new figure in your original home by enhancing your living spaces with cutting edge technology and design!"

"'Scuse us."

A deep, gravelly baritone voice spoke in Yolk's right ear, and then, before he knew it, paws grasped at his side and hips, bodily lifting him off of the floor. As three, maybe four, of the burly, massive otters squeezed in close around Yolk, his worries were, once again, driven clear from his mind in exchange for a focus on more pressing matters, such as those pressing upon the three-foot-long cock sandwiched against his thighs. Yolk didn't even notice as other otters quickly removed the remains of the crunched couch from beneath his suddenly elevated body. His eyes closed as he felt a paw wrap around one of his nipples and squeeze, then hard bellies and pecs grinding across his hips and thighs. His arms ended stretched out to either side as he lay on the floor, spread eagle, with a host of otters crouching around him from all sides. Their flexing, powerful bodies applied incredible pressure and Yolk gasped as his monstrous, as yet half-hard arousal lurched against two or three pairs of beefy otter pecs.

The rebuilding commenced, but the sounds of hammers, drills, and other power tools didn't register with Yolk as the blue-furred monkey's arousal swept upwards, already dripping with need as the horde of muscular males moaned and grunted into his ears. The combined scent of their musk drove itself deep into Yolk's nostrils as his chest heaved, causing his massive pecs to expand outwards while his paws filled with flexing otter pelt. Short black claws stroked through his fur, pulling and groping at the various bulges of muscle protruding from his deep pelt, as even more pressure squeezed along his massive arousal. His length fattened, but couldn't harden fully from the tightness created by the churring, squeezing, well-built otters surrounding him. The thick flesh of his sensitive shaft spread beneath those eager males' belly and chests as more paws scraped down his sides and shoulders. A few more webbed fingers explored beneath as they carried him through the house.

"Alright, boys, take him downstairs so we can finish up here!"

Yolk's eyes popped open. He could see bits of light around the hips of the otter kneeling over him, pumping and humping rapidly at his muzzle. The monkey's stalk, currently being worshipped by a handful of other otters, took a momentary break as even more of the HILT team appeared to eagerly wrap their paws around the oversized monkey's incredibly ripped, powerful body. Yolk, too surprised to protest, was even more surprised when he felt paws invading places all the way down into the basement of his house.

For a moment, the surroundings distracted Yolk enough to keep his attention. With a gasp, he pulled his muzzle away from the otter spread across his pecs and stared at the new basement. The dingy old basement he remembered was gone. Cement walls? Replaced with modern, glossy white tiles. Old boxes and bins of junk? Carted away, and now gleaming, giant-sized exercise equipment took its place. Barbells, dumbbells, a pull-up bar, and even an oversized treadmill. The ceiling was higher than he remembered too - how had the HILT otters managed to do that? He could now easily walk through without fearing bonking his head on the lights strung above. A bank of lockers rested against the wall in one corner, while the main length of the wall across from the stairs was covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Yolk managed, for the first time since waking up, to get a good look at himself as the otters dumped him onto his feet in front of it.

There was also, he noticed, many cameras prominently anchored through the basement along with a small computer desk, behind which a grinning otter in a SynTech bikini and hat sat. The otter gave him a thumbs up and pointed to the green-lit "LIVE" sign on the desk with a cheery smile.

Yolk's eyes danced as he stared into the mirror, returning his attention to where it should be: his amazing, muscular, huge body. Yeah, a home gym would be nice. He felt like he was going to have a lot of energy to burn. The thick length monkey shaft throbbed and spat as otters clung to his legs, the hunky himbos moaning and pleading for his attention. The grin Yolk wore earlier returned in full force.

A blast of pre-cum rocketed from his massive arousal, splattering across the mirrors, before his hands reached out, grabbing for the nearest thick, meaty, muscular otter. The construction noises from above were even louder as he fell to the floor, inserting himself between the otter's legs. When his hips flattened, his thick shaft shot several gallons of thick, clear pre-cum across the prone male even as other members of the HILT team grabbed at the gasping otter's legs, stretching them wider for the big, burly monkey's ease of access.

Of course, just one otter wouldn't do. Moaning, gurgling males bloated with far too much seed for their own good rolled across the tiled floor of the gym. They'd all lost their figures, but none appeared to mind. Drains built around the edges allowed the flood to subside as Yolk's body flexed and pumped, going through one HILT after another. His eager growls and moans of pleasure were nearly as loud as the sounds of hammering and sawing from above.

The muscular monkey was on his fourth otter when he heard someone calling his name. The thick-rumped male beneath him clenched and squirmed as the much larger monkey's thickness stretched him from within, fully implanted and furiously throbbing.

"Sir, sir! We've finished your renovation upstairs. How did you enjoy the tour of your new facilities?" an otter asked him. "The self-cleaning mirrors are a nice touch, if I say so myself."

The otter sprawled belly-down beneath Yolk let out a gurgle as a flood of thick, rich spunk welled up from within and burst from his nostrils and throat. The oversized homeowner's fingers dug deep into the otter's taut, muscular rump as he leaned forward, eyes barely open. His huge balls drew up, tightening, as he came yet again, unable to stop himself.

"All the doors have been enlarged and updated with motion detectors to avoid running into them 'head-first' so to speak," the otter standing in front said. The male's bikini bottom pushed out and down as he spoke, filling up with a growing arousal. "The shower and other facilities have likewise been upgraded along with a full bank of dryers. We had to combine the kitchen space with the living room, but it will be easier to move around without banging your balls on the furniture this way."

The otter's thick arousal bobbed. Drips of pre-cum pushed through the tense fabric and fell to the tiled floor. Yolk's hips slipped forward and back, just a tiny bit, as his jaw clenched at the powerful orgasm still wracking his body. Another gush from below didn't phase him.

"Of course, you'll be signed up for our maintenance plan involving monthly - well, in your case, probably weekly - equipment cleaning," the otter said, tapping on the tablet screen. "Oh, and it looks like complimentary in-person training sessions as a way of apologizing for the inconvenience of all this construction. Daily, from the looks of it."

Yolk's groan rumbled through the whole house, momentarily putting a pause to the several dozen muscular otters still putting the finishing touches on the renovation. Beneath the monkey, the bloated otter let out a gurgling sigh as his own shaft, pushed out to the side, erupted with a nonstop flow of seed. Impressive, but nothing compared to the small amounts still leaking around the muscular male's stretched tail hole.

The monkey's eyes narrowed. His cock throbbed as he lifted himself to his feet. Instincts took over as the otter wrapped around his monstrously thick arousal remained on the ground clutching at his swollen belly. The monkey's cock flexed and flexed, straining, until the huge tip finally flung itself free, sending a wave of seed up the otter's backside and towards the other HILT member in front.

"If I could just ask you to initial here," the otter said, ignoring the stripe of thick white seed covering his front.

"We'll be out of your hair as soon as you sign," he said, while Yolk's paws wrapped around his hips.

"Just as soon as you're *hrrgghh* ready!" the otter gasped, as the monkey's fingers dug into his rump and belly.

Yolk didn't feel he'd be ready for quite some time.

The end

The Bathroom (male, hyper-denial)

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Andrew blinked as a shaft of bright light swept across his face. A thunderous gush flowed around him on all sides, causing his body to shift a few inches along with the flow of musky white spunk towards the cabin door. The malamute-husky mix's body jerked to a stop, however, anchored as it was by a pair of testicles that rose high above his hips. The matted, spunk-soaked fur shifted as the tide slowly subsided, and Andrew lifted his head blearily from the floor where he'd earlier collapsed.

It was almost too much to take in - his enormous balls were bloated, packed, completely full. Round and yet somehow soft-looking, they would easily stretch from his hips to the floor when - if - he stood up. Laying on his side as he was, their shocking weight was enough to make his brain misfire for a few long moments. He barely noticed the other change - a growth in his furry gray-blue sheath, now much larger than before, though nowhere near the scale his oversized sac achieved. His cock was erect and drizzling steady, fat pulses of thick white seed that splashed across his belly and chest with each heartbeat.

"Ahem."

Still blinking away drops of sticky white musk, Andrew now realized fully was his own thick white cream - hundreds upon hundreds of gallons, judging by the depth of the flow that flooded his entire cabin. He turned his head away from the mess covering every surface of the interior of his custom-built A-frame, his pride and joy, and towards the doorway where the person who coughed to get his attention remained standing.

"Who- who are you?" Andrew gasped, tail stretching out in shock beneath his soggy nuts.

A Dalmatian stood in the doorway wearing a tight sleeveless t-shirt cut off at the midriff, just below the large "SYNTECH" in a chunky font. The canine's smooth, washboard belly led the eye ever lower, to the full hips and bulging black briefs. The Dalmatian's balls were especially prominent, easily five or six times the size of the sheath outlined above. Bare paws splashed through the receding tide of seed pouring out the open door while the dog's whip-like tail stretched up in an arc above the mess, connected at the tip to the tight black collar around his neck. A large, diamond-shaped golden tag hung from the collar featuring the SynTech logo and the canine's name: "Gerstein Pretzelsticks."

The Dalmatian, Andrew quickly realized, was staring back at him just as hard. The barely-dressed male's eyes widened and a pink blush spread across his muzzle before his huge sac quivered, noticeably stretching outwards in all directions. The malamute-husky perked his ears when he heard an annoyed voice snap from outside the doorway.

"If you're all just going to stand around all day, perhaps I'll ask for some volunteers for my new projects?"

A mad scuffle ensued and Andrew's eyes widened further as the Dalmatian standing in front of him was pushed out of the way by a horde of similarly dressed black and white canines. Their spotted pelts blurred together as they poured through the door in a mad scuffle to escape whoever made the subtle threat. Each and every one of them, Andrew realized, was packing a pair of balls far in excess of what should have been possible - just like he now was. The canine shook his head, trying will himself back into the past, before he made the stupid mistake of investigating that darn comet that fell nearby.

"Well, well, well," the voice from earlier said, this time in a far more pleasant, silky tone. "You're the client, I assume."

Andrew's gaze returned to the doorway as the dozens of Dalmatians roamed his cabin behind him. Many disappeared into the bedroom and kitchen, while a substantial number somehow fit themselves into the bathroom. A cacophony of sawing and barked orders broke out, but Andrew could nevertheless hear every word uttered by the new Dalmatian now approaching him.

This one was larger. He still wore the tight black shorts, but his were connected with suspenders to provide additional support to the thick bulge stretching down towards his knees. It stuck nearly a foot out from his hips, with the fat sheath pushed up by the watermelon-sized orbs beneath. Also unlike the other canines, this one wore a more traditional-looking nametag on one of the suspenders and no collar or shirt. As Andrew stared up at him, the big Dalmatian's pecs flexed in turn.

"Home Improvement Liability Team from SynTech, at your... mm-hmm... service."

Andrew's ears folded backwards as he watched the big Dal's plump lips purse before running his tongue across them.

"I'll be overseeing this project and familiarizing you with your new accommodations."

Before Andrew could reply, the Dalmatian's fingers snapped. The sound was like a firecracker going off. Immediately, half a dozen of the smaller, slimmer Dalmatians approached, grasping and wrangling with Andrew until the big, muscular malamute-husky was flat on his back.

"Wa- what's this?" he gasped, lifting himself up onto his elbows as the Dalmatians fastened what appeared to be a thick belt around his hips.

"There's no point renovating your charming little cabin if you're just going to be a dirty puppy and gunk it all up the second I leave," the Dalmatian said, his silky tones sending a shiver down Andrew's spine. "As I said, I will be making sure you know how to use these new accommodations... fully."

Andrew considered struggling at that point. This was crazy. Who was this guy? Why was he dressed like that? New accommodations? From SynTech? But that would mean...

"So the comet was-"

"A highly classified trade secret, and SynTech would like to apologize for your accidental and unforeseen contact with it," the big Dalmatian said, eyes narrowing slightly. His tone hardened from silk to the blade of a knife in an instant as three of four of the smaller canines working over his hips doubled their efforts. Andrew squirmed and gasped as his rock-hard arousal gushed anew under so many teasing fingers. "SynTech would never allow anyone to suffer from such an unfortunate accident without attempting to make things better."

Andrew's eyes bulged as the last strap cinched into place. Looking down, he realized that the belt around his hips not only kept his wrists cuffed to his sides, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, but formed a tunnel of constrictive rings down his sheath, forcing the pointed red tip of his maleness to remain free and rock hard. Another three or four of the wide, flexible, tight straps squeezed around his oversized balls, already creating an intense pressure that distracted his thoughts.

"Now, seeing as how construction will take a little while, allow me to entertain you during the wait."

The big canine's hips lurched as the Dalmatian's surrounding him, on cue from their manager, stuffed their paws and muzzles into the broad outline of Andrew's balls. Andrew wriggled his hips, but strapped up as he was, there was little space to move. Paws and tongues and fingers squeezed and stroked and prodded his massive nuts; the smaller canines gleefully shoved their arms up to the wrist as the greyish-blue fur dimpled and stretched. Andrew moaned, unable to stop the flooding sensations taking over his mind. His tongue flopped over his tongue and his fingers curled into his palms as the thick veins running along his fat doggy cock throbbed angrily. The tip jerked, but remained dry; the tight bands restricted the flow so much his huge sac began to inflate larger and rounder with backed-up seed. Andrew's eyes closed and his backside arced, banging his strapped wrists to the ground beneath his hips.

"I hope you have a little more fight than that in you," a smooth voice whispered into his ear. "After all, this is a very large and long construction project."

The number of pressure points squeezing and stroking and pushing on Andrew's enormously oversized sac doubled in a moment. The big canine's grunts and moans echoed through the A-frame almost as loudly as the whirring of tools and saws and drills. So many warm, smooth Dalmatians squeezed in around Andrew that his paws, trapped as they were, could easily grab hold of various rumps and thighs and bulges, eliciting a series of high-pitched gasps and shrieks as the crowd surrounding his hips intensified their efforts.

Of course, all that sensation inevitably led to the muscular malamute-husky mix getting extra hard. His thick knot was trapped between two of the tight bands around his sheath, while another pinched off the top around the few inches of his tip still exposed. Lower, more straps kept his base in chest, spreading his balls further away even as they churned and shook, audibly rumbling with a growing need.

Not a single drop emerged despite the pulsing fire of pressure deep in the root of his hidden maleness. Andrew's ears folded back and he howled as one of the Dalmatians closed their muzzle around his exposed tip, bathing the sensitive skin with a warm, wet tongue until his whole body vibrated. And still - nothing. Andrew's chest rose and fell rapidly as he huffed and panted, gasping despite himself. The pressure around his sheath and sac was so intense he thought he'd pass out. His balls creaked and groaned and sloshed as they visibly grew by the moment, shoving the writhing mass of Dalmatians aside before they clambered back on. The straps dug into his fur as he let out a howl of need. It felt so good, but every passing second made him desire relief that much more.

"Hmmm... seems like you're coming along nicely," he heard the lead Dalmatian say. "How about a little more motivation?"

A fat set of Dalmatian balls draped over Andrew's head, blocking his vision and filling his nostrils with their owner's scent. While nowhere near the recliner-sized testicles spreading between his own legs, Andrew appreciated the heft and girth and thickness of the watermelons bouncing over his muzzle. He moaned and licked and sucked and gasped, wriggling and shuddering as the Dalmatians tormented not just his growing nuts, but the achingly hard ball of his knot and strapped-up length of overheated doggy cock. Muzzles, tongues, and lips slathered his meat in warm saliva as it throbbed viciously, well past 100 percent arousal and into a universe beyond. Andrew's eyes rolled into his skull as the huge Dalmatian nuts dragged side to side.

More paws grasped his body, carrying and lifting him through the cabin. His head rolled to the side - the whole time, the groping and squeezing continued nonstop on his overexcited sac. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but somehow the Dalmation reconstruction crew managed to substantially alter the humble A-frame's restroom into something altogether different.

Andrew's watering eyes blurred some of the details as paws dragged him from under the lead Dalmatian's fat sac, but he could make out a pair of immense stone pools, one with hot water and one with cool water, separated by a narrow, elegant stone path. Steam rose from the hot side. Surrounding the marbled stone sides, glossy black tiles disguised a complicated and efficient ring of drains set into the floor. A large bench built of the same marble ran along the far wall, broken up in the middle by a heavy wooden door about twice as wide as normal. A Dalmatian opened it from inside, allowing Andrew a glimpse of the interior of the steam sauna.

And there was still more - a large stone shower, a deluxe set of full-body blow-dryers built into the walls, a hot sand bath, cabinets full of exotic soaps and fragrances. All told, they'd nearly doubled the square footage of his A-frame cabin just by expanding the ridiculously ornate and equipped bathroom spa. But many of the details were lost on Andrew, who was somewhat unceremoniously dumped into a vibrating massage chair before being immediately swarmed by the pack of canines once more.

Andrew wriggled and writhed, beset on all sides by the tide of black and white spots. Tongues scraped across his chest and belly before turning on his nips with puppy bites that left him gasping. Claws and paws streaked down the swells of his balls as other paws groped at his inner thighs, filling what little space remained. Several pairs of hands wrapped around his vibrating sheath. The malamute-husky's belly contracted and his thighs stretched. His toes curled and his hips humped into the air, though he was nowhere near lifting his own massive sac off of its resting place on the extended seat of the chair. The vibrations of the massage chair enhanced everything else, leaving Andrew's head rolling side to side as a dazed pleasure filled his whole body with need.

And still, not a drop.

"Well, now, so far you've been a very cooperative client. I think that's worth a reward," the manager's voice said.

Immediately, the squeezing pack of slim and eager big-balled Dalmatians pulled away. Andrew realized that despite their activities moments prior, not a single one appeared to be hard. Flushed muzzles, often with their tongues hanging out as they panted for air, greeted Andrew's gaze. When he looked closely at the nearest, he realized that there was an extra ridge, solid and thick, in those tight black shorts - a massive cockring around each and every one of the other Dalmatians. No wonder they sported such massive sacs.

"Take off the middle one."

The middle one? Andrew wondered what he meant. He turned his head, following the path of one of the smaller Dalmatians. The canine's white fingers wrapped around one of the rings on his sheath. Another Dalmatian stepped in to take the other side, and together they heaved backwards, pulling it away and lifting it up with obvious strain.

"HNnnnnNNggghghhh!"

Andrew's claws sunk into the armrests. His whole body seized up as his legs straightened, trying to lift his hips, but the tether of his refrigerator-sized balls kept him pinned to the seat. The hidden pressure he thought he felt before intensified tenfold as his sheath fattened noticeably absent just one of the many rings. The big, muscular canine's taut grey-blue pelt stretched across his belly and thighs, while the coating on his massive testicles spread even more thin. The pent-up need inside spiked and his whole body shook and shivered, but his cocktip was dry save for some leftover Dalmatian saliva.

The manager strutted over and casually draped a paw over Andrew's sheath, slowly petting the bulging middle where his oversized cock struggled to find more space to grow. The Dalmatian's thick shorts dangled near Andrew's muzzle as he leaned over. The malamute-husky mix whined.

"A respectable resort like this deserves to be treated well," the Dalmatian said. "So to make sure you understand how to use the equipment, we'll be taking you through it step by step. Starting with the massage chair attachments."

As he spoke, the Dalmatian's fingers tightened around the fat sheath, digging into the fur and clenching harder. Andrew's muzzle bobbed up and down desperately as a high-pitched whine he wasn't aware he could make escaped his throat. The fingers left his shaft momentarily and keyed some buttons on the side of the armrest, intensifying the vibrations of the chair. Several arms, hidden below, swung up and down. The lead Dalmatian snapped his fingers, and his assistants quickly attached the rapidly vibrating rings around the canine's cock. They squeezed firmly, but not too tight, as they shook and wiggled, stroking hard and rapid up and down between the remaining straps that kept his cock from firing.

Andrew's huge balls bloated larger yet. His gasping, whining muzzle flexed open and his eyes squeezed shut as the robotic arms - and the attention of more than a dozen Dalmatians bodily humping and thrusting and grasping at his oversized sac - was making his brain turn feral.

"What a wonderfully cooperative client! I think it's time for another reward."

Andrew's head spun. Only three rings remained on his overstuffed sheath - one at the tip, and two at the base on either side of his knot, keeping the massive girth somewhat in check. The bands around his huge balls groaned as they stretched outwards in all directions.

"First, the pools are self-cleaning, though we'll schedule regular maintenance visits on a monthly basis," the Dalmatian said. The canine's fingers expertly teased and squeezed the bound malamute-husky's sheath, causing Andrew to wriggle madly in the chair. "Temperatures are controlled by the panels on the side - quite simple, really, I'm sure you'll agree."

The robotic arms came off. Dozens of Dalmatians worked in concert and with obvious practice to lift and heave the husky-malamute plus his oversized testicles into the heated pool. The shock of the hot water across his throbbing erection and already heated sac made him cry out again.

"Hmmmmmmmhhhooooooooohhhh!"

Bodies tumbled into the water around him, splashing and grinding against him until he was twitching. Within minutes, though, or at least after some time had passed - Andrew was in no way able to tell at this point as the rush of blood pounded through his brain - he felt the paws drag him out of the hot pool and, dripping wet, into the sauna.

The hot air filled his lungs, making him gasp.

"Yes, exactly. The sauna controls are also easy to use - just use the pad to enter your desired temperature, or select a pre-programed routine."

Muzzles sucked and licked along the swollen urethra. Some of the smaller canines were able to push nearly their entire head into the spongey, bulging underside, while more did their best to stroke the fat knot until Andrew's legs twitched and jerked to either side of his immense balls, now easily weighing far more than he did.

"The open shower and blow dryers work like you'd expect," the Dalmatian said, speaking calmly as though nothing were wrong. His fingers clenched again, moving lower to massage the roundness of the knot trapped inside, eliciting all sorts of interesting noises from the client. "If you have guests with longer fur, make sure you clean the trap in the drain once a week."

The blowing air hit the husky mix hard as the Dalmatians dragged him into it. His cock smacked across his upright chest as black-and-white bodies squeezed in around him, propping him up so that his hips leaned into his own overfilled, fully round balls. The driers felt incredible as they whooshed the wet out of his pelt, leaving his fat nuts fluffy and dry for the horde of Dalmatians surrounding him.

Andrew's thighs tensed, then quivered with the effort. His fingers spread, then closed, then spread again as his muzzle opened and closed noiselessly. A pair of eager Dalmatians attached their muzzles to his pecs, kissing and nibbling their way across his torso, all while the manager's broad grasp made his hips dance on command.

There was more - the ventilation system, the plumbing, the toilet closet, the water heaters - but it all blurred together. Andrew wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not - the build-up since the last ring came off made thinking impossible. His body jerked at the relentless stimulation, and continued to do so for several moments after it all suddenly stopped, leaving him sagging into the chair with - not relief, but even greater need.

"Most clients are so loud and obnoxious, thinking they know it all," the manager said. "Not you though. You know how to listen. So I think another reward is in order."

Andrew's ears flicked when he heard the snap of the manager's fingers. He tried to prepare himself mentally, but the shock of pleasure and need that exploded up his spine anew made his head spin once again. They'd taken off the lower band, beneath his knot, and the sensation of the fat, enlarged ball of flesh stretching and filling the remaining interior of his already packed sheath made him whimper. And still not a single drop of pre-cum managed to escape despite all the intense attention.

"Only one thing left to do and we'll be out of your way," the big Dalmatian said. "It's customary to perform a stress test on the system to make sure it can handle everything. Purely perfunctory, of course - there's no doubt in the ability of my team's competence."

A series of "ooohs" and "aaahs" and other noises of pent-up desire echoed through the cabin's radically transformed bathroom - now many times the size, possibly larger than the whole rest of the cabin. Andrew lifted his head, watching as the dozens of Dalmatians all reached a paw into their shorts. Loud clicks followed, then clanks as the heavy, several-inch-thick rings fell onto the floor.

"Careful of the tiles!" the manager complained, but it was too late - her pack was already let off the chain.

Pent-up arousals stretched lewdly as the canine's knot exploded from his sheath in moments. Andrew's whole body shook as the hard, dripping thicknesses were finally free to grow and stretch and throb all they wanted. Not a single of the Dalmatians had a dry pair of shorts within a minute as they gazed at the oversized knot and cock, all powered by balls too big to fit through the double-wide doors at this point. Andrew shuddered as they surged against him, humping and pumping and sliding their hips across his oversized sac. Half a dozen at once pounded away, bouncing the growling balls back and forth as Andrew squeezed shut his eyes and hung on. Rivers of warm, sticky Dalmatian pre ran down the curving swells, pooling on the black tile before rolling into the drains hidden in the seams.

Andrew could do nothing but quiver. The high of denial surged through him. He couldn't even beg as the lead Dalmatian's fingers stroked across his cheek.

"Take off another."

With only one ring pinching shut his sheath, Andrew felt like he'd explode. His knot throbbed, visibly moving and jerking and sliding within the stretched tube as his balls fattened further, shoving back into the ring of Dalmatians eagerly humping right back into him. Thick blasts of canine seed rocketed across his chest and belly, pooling on him before drizzling down to the floor beneath. Dalmatians lined up, the whole horde, jerking themselves and their neighbors, making sure to fully knot and enjoy the rare relief.

The pack's uniformly oversized balls didn't underdeliver. The trickles turned into rivers. The drains in the floor glugged as, overwhelmed, the pool spread further across the glossy black surface. The warm, musky scents flooded into Andrew's nose, making him feel the need even more as his cock dry-fired, throbbing and bouncing wildly - until the big Dalmatian's paws wrapped around it and unceremoniously removed the last cockring holding in the malamute-husky's arousal.

For the first time since he'd woken up with his oversized balls, which were now swollen so intensely huge that two additional HILT crew were able to join in the circle around them, Andrew's red length slapped across his belly, sending splatters of seed in all directions, before lifting up and smacking down again. The angry, pulsing knot quivered as the urethra stretched, trying to push out the eruptions of seed still denied to the muscular canine.

"Thank you for your assistance during today's construction," the Dalmatian manager said. His paw once more returned to Andrew's knot, this time with it on the outside of the sheath. Andrew's eyes rolled into his skull as the tight, firm grasp enveloped the enormous meat. "We're approaching the final part of our stress test now. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the SynTech HILT at any time."

A series of paws invaded the base of his cock, grabbing and stretching the huge, tripled-up bands holding his balls tight. It took a little time, but before long all three were stretched farther and farther away from Andrew's body, allowing his enormous sac to fill up the area and draw in tighter with anticipation. As soon as the last one pulled away, Andrew's howl rang out and didn't stop, even as the first few blasts from his overstressed maleness rocketed off the ceiling.

At first it was just tens of gallons with each jaw dropping pulse firing from Andrew's rocket. By the time the final cockring was fully removed, hundreds. The drains gurgled and churned almost as loud as Andrew's balls as loads splattered into the shower area, coating the glass, and flooded both the hot and cold tubs. The canine's huge sac drew up even tighter, moreso as the crowd of eager Dalmatians pushed in to continue drenching him with their own contributions to the capacity test.

The relief Andrew felt was so good any other notion was obliterated from mind. He could only gasp for breath as his thick canine shaft lurched, erupting with enough power to blow any Dalmatian attempting a muzzle lock clear. Paws and tongues went after the knot instead, making him seize up and fire disproportionately massive shots that splattered across the fancy black tiling climbing the wall above the bench. More, more, more thick seed fired from Andrew's sac as the hours of teasing and priming finally paid off.

"Hhnnnnmmmmmm!"

Andrew's hips shook as he collapsed into the chair. His cock hung over his side, still pumping nonstop in thick, oozing gushes of sticky jizz. A constant "glug glug glug" echoed from the drains as the ankle-deep seed slowly melted away. The Dalmatians gathered themselves up, reapplying their cockrings and clicking them back into place. Many clutched at their bellies, which were swollen with canine seed.

"Stress test passed with flying colors! Though I would like to run it one more time just to be safe."

"Wait," Andrew gasped. "Run it... again?"

He could barely lift his head, but his eyes went wide when he felt a familiar tightness around the base of his half-hard shaft, keeping his knot from retreating.

"SynTech prides itself on how thoroughly we solve our client's troubles, after all. Thank you for being so accommodating!"

"Hnnnngghh!"

The End

The Living Room (altersex/herm, hyper-macro)

*** INTERNAL USE ONLY ***

*** NOT FOR PUBLIC VIEWING ***

*** DO NOT BROADCAST ***

After those warning signs appeared on the enormous projector screen, five or ten minutes of the twenty-some foot tall panda rampage recorded by an overhead camera a week earlier played out. When the screen paused, it froze on a close-up of Lifeforce's face. The panda's eyes were wide open and staring forward as yet another rope of dense, thick seed crossed just into frame from below. Clearly dazed and out of her mind with pleasure, her wriggling and thrusting and humping in the previous few minutes all but destroyed the sound stage in which the Questionable Content episode was filmed.

Lifeforce sighed and leaned forward, resting both elbows on the enormous breasts hanging from her chest, large enough to fill and overflow her lap. She stared glumly forward as the drone projecting the filmed footage turned off the light and buzzed away. Between her crossed legs and under her massive chest, Lifeforce's equally impressive sac squeezed down, leaving no gap at all between it and the undersides of her breasts, while her flaccid maleness stretched out and flopped over, trailing down the outer swells of the black-furred sac.

"So you see why SynTech wanted to make sure your new home was as comfortable as possible!"

Lifeforce looked down towards the ground where, some 20 feet below, an otter in a bright orange safety vest and hard hat shouted at her through a megaphone.

"Members of the HILT team will be arriving shortly now that you've recovered. Please enjoy your new amenities!"

Lifeforce glanced around. Sure, she willingly moved herself here to this abandoned football stadium on the outskirts of the city when she'd woken up in control of her senses after a week. And sure, the property damage wasn't really her fault. But this stadium was a real dump. The drone projector earlier beamed its image on a dirty concrete wall covered in botched attempts at tagging and there was definitely an... earthy... smell in the air from all around. At least the walls were tall enough that nobody looking outside could see in, but already the wheels in her head were spinning. Surely the waivers she'd signed before going on that dumb game show wouldn't leave her hanging out to dry this badly, right? Maybe she'd call a lawyer in the morn-

A steady rumble interrupted her thoughts mid-sentence. At ground level, the regular-sized otter scrambled away and disappeared through one of the exits. The rumbling increased in volume until great creaks and groans echoed from the entire stadium as the concrete and steel structure shook. Lifeforce got to her feet, but the very walls she was grateful for a moment ago now interrupted her vision of what was approaching. Being that finding a tailor ready to tackle clothes for a twenty-something foot tall panda - especially with her proportions - was a challenge, Lifeforce just backed away from the far end of the stadium, flattening chairs beneath her heel as she tried to prepare herself. Just what the heck was going on? And it wasn't helping that her massive sac was flopping and bouncing off her knees and thighs and shins. She wouldn't be able to run if it came down to it, judging from the reaction in her thick, white-furred sheath. Not to mention her tits. They were really quite ridiculous, even if they felt amazing bouncing off her muscular pecs.

The far end of the arena imploded inwards. The rumbling continued as massive figures poured through the broken columns and twisted steel like they weren't even there.

"Hup! Hup! Hup!"

Lifeforce stared, a look of disbelief plastered across her muzzle, as a series of extremely large river otters lined up across what would have been the fifty yard line. They ranged in height from around 15 feet on the low end to 20 feet at the tallest, almost as big as her. They all possessed unusually short, thick legs and long, bulky torsos with prominent, powerful bellies and chests. A few muscle-guts here and there, a few more toned, some built for power. A short black kilt wrapped around each one at the hips and reached to their knees, but the kilt was more like a half-apron in that it didn't reach around all the way. Instead, a black rope tied above their broad tails held the small garment in place.

The puffing otters finally lined up and bared their chests. With all of them no longer charging in unison, the rumbling ceased, and Lifeforce relaxed slightly. She peered at them, wondering just what they were doing here, and why each of them was wearing a small leather cap with a short bill and the word "HILT" attached with a patch. Wait - hadn't that otter earlier, the regular-sized one, said something about HILT coming to help make the place more livable?

The clouds of dust from the sudden entrance settled quickly, so on second glance, Lifeforce realized that many of the big, burly otters were wielding various tools. One clutched an entire table saw in a single hand and a rope with half a dozen full-sized logs in the other, lifting both with ease. Another had six enormous canvas bags full of nails, but carried them like he wasn't bothered in the slightest. Their flexing pecs and biceps formed a dark brown rainbow of color as they set down their equipment and started looking around.

A pair in the front set up a small table and pulled out blueprints, which were regular sized. They leaned over and squinted, and one even put on a tiny pair of pince-nez glasses. Lifeforce dropped her paws, which she'd been holding in a defensive gesture the whole time, and shook her head. It was time to get some answers.

She'd barely taken two steps when a gang of the muscular otters descended on her path. Unfazed by her height, they crowded around, grunting and shoving.

"Hey, hey! This is a construction zone, you can't come in here!"

Lifeforce's eyes went wide as the pushing paws impacted her chest and exposed balls, sinking in and bouncing out. Despite being larger and heavier than any one of the otters individually, the bulky males had a much lower center of gravity thanks to their short legs, and quickly overpowered the panda. Lifeforce grunted and gasped, muzzle turning O-shaped, as the groping from the muscular otters pushed her backwards.

"Wait, I'm supposed to- ack!"

Lifeforce found herself unceremoniously hoisted into the air on her back. She could feel dozens of paws sinking into her black and white pelt, but not just on her body - several of the otters engaged themselves solely with her balls or breasts. The panda's thighs tensed as she bounced along, gasping as the various claws and fingers inadvertently teased her. A deep, warm heat grew in her loins and the panda's sheath thickened substantially. By the time they set her down on the other side of the field, the first few inches of her maleness poked free.

Somehow, in the few moments it took for the burly males to transport her, Lifeforce realized they'd set up a few large canvas tarps and an oversized stool for her. Already the area she'd just been standing in was being attacked by squads of the massive otters who ripped out the old junk, measured for new supports, and even drilled holes into the concrete to create space for fresh concrete and rebar. The entire arena was a hive of activity, but despite the clamor, Lifeforce was having trouble focusing on anything but the warm feelings spreading from between her legs. She sat on the stool watching for a few minutes as the thick length of her maleness stretched forward of its own accord, still soft and flexible enough to curl forward down the side of her sac. Her heavy breasts trembled, shook by every movement of her shoulders and arms, which constantly squeezed in against the sidewalls of the jumbo-sized teats.

"All right, looks like we got here a standard renovation project, yeah," one of the otters said, reading a clipboard as he approached. His hard, round belly hung above his pleated half-apron skirt, which was lifted high enough for the ruffles to rub against his muscle-gut by the equally enormous male package below. "We'll take you through the sections as we finish them, but it's a standard one-bed, one-bath design, yeah?"

Another otter called out, then a variety of noises erupted from the radio.

"Ah, hell, late delivery, look, you just relax, me 'n the boys are gonna take real good care of you," the otter said, turning to go. He handed his clipboard off to another passing river otter without looking. "Oh yeah, they'll get you for the tour of the first section real soon."

Lifeforce gawked after him as he took off running towards the demolished end of the stadium, where dozens of the giant otters were already swarming the sides, removing broken parts and replacing them with what looked like a giant door jam. All around, she could see bulky males ripping chairs out of the spectator sections and throwing them casually over the walls into the parking lots surrounding the abandoned place.

The first section? What did that mean? They were going to build her a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment? In a football stadium? In a day? The panda glanced down between her legs, peering through her cleavage, at the swollen, half-hard monster stretching across her plump, round sac.

Before the first section, there might be something else she'd have to take care of.

And it wasn't helping that everywhere she looked, the muscular, powerful otters were showing off their bodies whether they intended to or not thanks to the ridiculously skimpy uniform. And what was with those hats tucked between their ears? Lifeforce couldn't figure out why SynTech had a team like this on standby. Her worries about the people building an apartment out of the arena were dashed, however, when a large horde of them approached after a few more minutes.

"We're going to be working here next, so you'll have to move. Sorry!"

"We got a nice place for ya."

"Up you go!"

With a unified grunt, the giant otters lifted the even more giant panda up into the air, bodily carrying her towards the other side of the stadium. And this time - she was face down.

"Ahhmmmmffffff! Hwah! Hnnnfff!"

Dozens of paws sank into her chest, her balls, her belly and thighs, clutching and stroking and grabbing. It took even more webbed fingers to completely surround her enormous maleness and keep it contained, especially as it grew with each and every bounce. Lifeforce was leaking like a garden hose by the time the crew of massive otters dumped her off at her new location near the rebuilt portion of the stadium wall. Trying to ignore the half-hard throbs of lust that made her thick arousal swing up and smack off of her equally oversized chest, Lifeforce stared, astonished, at the new stadium wall. Or rather, door. Because it was just that - a huge, thirty-five-foot-tall door wide enough to accommodate her swollen figure. The stadium seats were being torn out and underlying structure removed starting on both sides of the new door, while another crew busily laid down additional flooring - one crew threw down subfloor over the old concrete, another followed with the inner layers of barriers and padding, and the third installed the massive tiles with the instant dry SynTech mortar designed to withstand tremendous pressures. Lifeforce, in her new location, sat near the door, and was able to watch as the crew of otters rapidly built an entire living room from scratch.

Of course, with so many muscular, giant otters bending over, Lifeforce's view was quite incredible indeed, and before she knew it, her massive shaft swung upwards fully erect. The huge tip reached just past the protruding nipples capping each massive breast, but was too wide to fit into the cleavage without additional help. Otter paws groped and slid across her maleness, forcing it between her huge tits, as she let out a deep moan. A steady river of thick pre-cum rolled down the underside, coating the urethra and eventually sinking into her fluffy white sheath and massive, black-furred sac.

"Mmfff... this is really... hnnfff... awkward," Lifeforce gasped. Trying to reach for her erection to shove it aside was nearly impossible thanks to the size of her enormous tits. The best she could settle for was to reach lower and grab it at the base, which allowed her heavy chest to rest on her arms. She shuddered as her fingers clenched the sensitive, smooth skin coating her plus-sized cock, eliciting an extremely thick shower of pre to splatter the freshly-laid tiles on the floor. The panda's huge body was capable of producing so much more, Lifeforce knew, so she watched with interest as, all along the finished edges of the walls near the door, small openings appeared. The openings were in the same place as the access tunnels to the stadium were before, but now, instead of allowing people entry and exit, they allowed a horde of automated drones to fly out. Similar to the projector drone from earlier, but these were equipped with large sponges. Whenever a large enough mess accumulated, the drones attacked it, cleaning within minutes and leaving the tiles spotless.

Lifeforce grinned for the first time all day and allowed herself to rub her paws up and down a little faster, rather than trying to constrict the flow entirely. So this wasn't all bad news after all, the big panda thought.

As distracted as she was by the automatic cleaning tech on display, Lifeforce didn't notice the crews of burly, muscular otters trotting up to her until they were already within touching distance. And boy, did they touch. Lifeforce's entire body twitched as she was once again picked up, hoisted into the air, and carried away to another part of the stadium.

"We're making great progress, thanks for being so patient!" one otter said from somewhere between her breasts.

"This is a great workout!" another added, before grunting as the weight of her enormous sac threatened to roll off his shoulders.

Lifeforce saw a door appear and open. They were at the other end of the stadium. How were they possibly working so fast? But Lifeforce was only distracted by these thoughts for a moment as she was carried inside, cradled and squeezed and stroked along every inch of her body the whole way there. The drone cleaners followed, tidying up as they went.

When Lifeforce finally found herself back on her feet, she was inside a restroom with facilities large enough to fit even her. A gleaming, brand new metal tub with what appeared to be a new water tower being erected in the parking lot to feed it, plus a pedestal sink that would be able to support the weight of her chest if she leaned over to brush her teeth.

And, considering the entire thing was once again tiled, she wasn't bothered at all when her engorged arousal went off like a cannon, blasting a few rich shots of pre-cum across the tub to splatter the nearly fifteen-foot-tall frosted glass windows above it. She could see lots of drains built into the floor as well, hidden in the mortar.

Then, once again, she found herself pawed and lifted, carried away by the burly otters as they chatted with each other about the project. Otter fingers found their ways into places that made the panda squirm and gasp before she found herself in yet another recently completed room. Her enormous black-furred sac churned as it bounced off her knees and shins before settling into place; the movement pulled her huge arousal lower, to point straight out, before it rose back up into the air, flexing and curling back slightly, and bapping against her exposed nipples. Thick veins made themselves visible up and down the length as it throbbed dangerously, harder and muskier than ever thanks to the otter-powered trips around the arena.

"Nnnnggghh... you guys are really... hnnnfff... handy," Lifeforce gasped.

"Welcome to your brand new kitchen! There are loading bays in the back for the trucks that will deliver your meals, all prepared and delivered by the wonderful chefs at the Pinnacle Club! Of course, you'll also be receiving a complimentary lifetime membership to the club, so visit often!"

"The industrial freezer will hold all your frozen food, and the flip-open design makes it easy to access from the side instead of facing it straight on!"

"Lookit this giant blender!"

The kitchen, like the bathroom, was not large enough to accommodate a nearly 30-foot-tall panda and a crowd of 15-20 foot-tall otters. As the burly males milled around, each trying to show her a different new feature of the kitchen, there was inevitable rubbing, grinding, and shoving. Lifeforce closed her eyes and moaned as her cannon fired off again, pulse after pulse of thick, clear pre-cum. She was so hard, she was sure one good squeeze would set her off for good - but thanks to the new plumbing in her arena-sized house, that may not be a problem.

"The sinks are self-cleaning too!"

"Move it along, boys, we got another job today!"

"Hup! Hup! Hup!"

Lifeforce's eyes went wide as the otters lifted her again. Her head bounced along as she stared at the now-completed living room. There was even a roof fully installed high above using the lines of the original caved-in structure. Lifeforce wondered if it, unlike her new mega-sized arousal, was retractable.

Either the panda was getting more difficult to carry or the burly, thick-waisted otters were getting more handsy than ever. By the time they dropped her off in the last room - her new bedroom - Lifeforce couldn't talk. She was breathing hard, gasping and moaning, both paws locked around the base of her massive arousal. It had been stuffed between her breasts during the overhand trip, and a constant pulsing river of seed flowed from the top out of the hidden tip and down the sides.

"Best drains in the house in here," one of the otters said.

"You'd expect that to be in the bathroom, but we know better!" said another.

"Don't believe us? We can prove it!"

Lifeforce's shoulders hit the white bedspread on her new mattress and sunk in. It was, she thought, surprisingly comfortable, even with half a dozen otters piling on around her, and more appearing to be readying themselves for the fray. The half-kilt aprons went flying and Lifeforce let out a gasp as she felt hard, powerful muscles grind against the sides of her enormous chest. Muzzles fastened around her thick teats, barely managing to latch on, as even more of the muscular river otters went for the panda's most obvious target: her balls.

The panda's back arched, nearly dislodging the otter who'd clambered on top and clenched his legs around her thickness, riding it and her stomach like a cowboy. Hard, massive otter cock shoved forward, heating her heavy nuts even more as the battering rams pounded and squeezed her sensitive orbs. Her cock flexed, lifting the male clinging to it completely into the air, before it splattered down again, burying him in her cleavage. Waves of seed poured from the tip, rich and white and musky, as a string of orgasms rocked the panda's body. She wiggled side to side, huge hips smearing across the already soaked bed sheets, but below the bed, the enormous hidden drain grates worked as intended, keeping the mess minimal, for which the automatic drones proved more than a match.

Lifeforce groaned and grunted, humping her hips as she felt more pressure, more pleasure, and more people joining in. The rock-hard otters were just as efficient at this as they were at building, the panda discovered, and they also took client satisfaction exceptionally seriously. There was no shortage of willing paws, muzzles, and other appendages to do whatever was necessary to please the hypersized panda, who, lost in the throes of lust, was more than appreciative of the effort. She could feel several thrusting at her rump and between her thighs, filling her again and again, while more pounded at her breasts or even her muzzle, filling her nostrils with the scent of river otter spunk.

Her eyes widened and she wriggled all over as she felt a team of otters grab her cock and pull it down flat, before one particularly large, heavy male lined his cock up against her tip. Lifeforce wasn't sure about docking at first, but within a few thrusts decided it was one of life's many unique pleasures for someone her size. Her huge balls stretched and groaned, sloshing as another otter took over with even more vigor. The sounds of construction grew and grew as Lifeforce came hard once, twice, five, ten, twenty times... until she was just cumming, an endless string of unforced orgasms as the squad of muscular otters each took several opportunities to explore the panda's playground.

But then, as quickly as it started, it was all over.

"Here's our card!"

"Call us if you have any maintenance issues."

"The water heater might be a little slow at first, so let us know if you're having trouble with the shower."

"NNnffff! Fffnnnf! Fnfnfffff! Hhhaaaaaauuuuugghhhh... ahhh, that's better. Oh, and here's a complimentary gift card for a complimentary membership at the Pinnacle Club! They also deliver."

The otters really were quick. Lifeforce, glued down to her bedspread and spread eagle, breasts and balls akimbo, drew in long, deep breaths through her dripping nostrils as she listened to the rumbling of the giant otters' marching charge fade into the distance. The last few strands of otter spooge rolled down the sides of her heavy, full breasts. The macro panda felt a small object in her fingers and turned her head, staring past the swell of her breasts at the shiny metal key in her fingers.

Lifeforce moaned, stretched, and slowly peeled herself off of the bedspreads, then shook her head and licked her lips as her magnificent arousal bobbed across her plump nipples. The macro-sized panda's black and white body tensed, then relaxed as she sighed with pleasure. Above her, the lights in her new ceiling stared down into her glassy pupils as a smile spread over her face. Any thoughts she'd had of calling a lawyer were long gone after all that.

"Well... guess I'll get lunch, then."

The End

The Bedroom (male, hyper-femboy)

"Hnnngghh... what happened?"

Rain's eyes fluttered open. He didn't feel sore, but he felt like he ought to. He was spread across his bed, which wasn't unusual, but the bed was completely wet, and shifting side to side created large bubbles of the thick white seed pooling around his body.

And speaking of his body... Rain shifted his hips side to side to experiment. Something was wrong. It felt like he was rolling his lower back across two massive pillows. Struggling to sit up, the bright turquoise pony stared down across his smooth, narrow chest and flat, skinny belly towards his hips, which flared outwards dramatically, creating the pillowy sensation thanks to a pair of thick, round, and monstrously juicy rump cheeks. Visible even from his half-seated position on the mattress, Rain could immediately see that his rump had been enlarged. His head spun as he quickly realized that his thick backside wasn't the only thing that changed.

Creating the deepest pool of spent seed of any of his various body parts on the mattress, the pony's immense balls sank into the blankets and foam. They were easily large enough to stretch to his ankles were he to stand, and if he wanted to keep them between his legs, he'd be bending his knees nearly 90-degrees around the massive swells. The turquoise flesh shifted and throbbed as his eyes traveled back to his crotch, where his sheath rested at the top of the huge nuts. Surrounded by a line of frizzy blue hair the same color as his pale blue mane and tail, the pony stared, slack jawed, at the sheer thickness of the impressive sheath. The huge tube would look more appropriate on a stallion twice his size; in contrast to his skinny, flat belly and chest, the massive sheath looked even larger than it was.

Reaching for it instinctively, Rain's tongue pressed forward and a high-pitched whinny erupted from his throat when his fingers circled the sensitive flesh. Within moments, a pale blue horsecock shoved forth, filling and escaping the sheath between his fingers. The massive shaft was a pale blue, the same as his mane, and featured a permanent flare on the tip. A drooling strand of clear pre-cum burbled forth from the tip as it hung over his huge balls, slightly elevated, and easily at least half his own height in length - and he wasn't even fully hard.

"Nnnfffff! Oooh... gawd... what is... mmmfffffhhh!"

Rain's head spun as he remembered the previous night. He'd ordered in from a new SynTech restaurant, then turned on the TV. Later, he microwaved the leftovers for a late night snack, and then...

The pony shook his head and shifted his hips, trying to drag himself into a sitting position. It was all a blur, the night before, but he could remember the pleasure and lust so intensely that his massive horsecock shuddered and dripped even faster. It was too thick to fully wrap his fingers around, and featured fat veins running up and down the length. The medial ridge in the middle was bigger than his own wrist. When he pulled on the massive shaft, the tip reached to his ears. How had he grown so impossibly big and thick? His ass was huge!

The pony wasn't expecting the massive cock to have so much weight to it. With a wet splurt, the slick length throbbed free of his hands and smacked across his short muzzle, flattening his head back into the pillows. A spurt of thick pre drooled down his forehead and the bridge of his muzzle as his lips and nostrils pressed into the warm, musky flesh. Rain's hooves shivered and his knees clenched tight to the sides of his massive sac as his huge rump spread across half the mattress beneath him.

"Nnnfffffff... this... isn't... hnnffff... good!"

Unable to stop himself, Rain's lips and tongues spread across his own enormous head, slathering the flared tip with saliva. His paws spread the thick river of pre down the sides, making it easier to slip his palms along the curved length. His legs spread as he pushed his hips down into the mattress, forcing his thick rump to widen even more.

"Unnngggghhhhh... oh, yeah... mmmmhhhh..."

Rain was just about to try to force the flare between his spread muzzle when the wall to the bedroom burst inwards with a shocking explosion. Smoke poured from the hole as a squabble of raised voices sounded on the other side. The wings extending from the pony's shoulders spread out in alarm, feathers splaying.

"Dummy! I said the door, not the wall!"

"Oh, whatever, it worked, didn't it?"

"And we're getting rid of that door anyways, so there!"

Rain, still with his muzzle stretched wide open and hovering a few inches from his throbbing flare, stared with renewed shock as the first few people on the other side of the wall clambered through the hole, made even more unnecessary considering the pony's inside doors didn't have locks.

"SynTech HILT here and ready to serve!" the first otter through announced.

And what an otter. The long, slender male featured not an ounce of muscle. A thick layer of subcutaneous fat beneath his short, dense brown pelt lent the relatively short otter a smooth, soft look. Combined with the wide, grinning face and permanently lifted tail, Rain wasn't sure if they were serious or not. Was this some kind of robbery? He was wearing a pair of teeny black bikini bottoms that struggled to encompass the width of his fat rump, leaving most of his backside exposed. The bikini briefs were more lewd than had the otter worn nothing at all, especially with the way his plump, fat sheath and balls shoved against the front and pulled the waistband out, allowing a clear view to the otter's nethers.

"SynTech cares about its customers!" another otter said as he climbed through the hole in the wall.

"Due to the unfortunate and unforeseen accident," said another, "we'll be taking care of the damage and remodeling your place into something more appropriate!"

"All courtesy of SynTech! No thanks or lawsuits needed!"

With the official introduction done, the half-dozen or so otters that already made it through clustered together at the foot of the bed, smirking and grinning and giggling as they whispered to each other.

"He's bigger than I thought he'd be."

"Gawd, I wanna ride that pony."

"Think he'd let me touch it?"

More and more of the slinky otters, all with thin bellies and fat rumps, clambered through the hole, and Rain could hear the sounds of construction coming from the other side. Still frozen, he could only watch as the otters scattered to examine the bedroom while more tore down the wall to the living room on both sides. The otters weren't wearing bikini bottoms, he quickly realized, but jockstraps - the thin straps around both plump thighs supported a tiny pouch in front which was far too small to handle the inappropriately large sheaths and balls the twinky little otters sported.

As clothes came flying out of his closet (along with several comments about taste levels), another group of the slinky, twinky males approached the bed itself.

"Oooh, you're gonna have so many boyfriends," one of the otters said. His webbed paw reached out and slid down the pony's stalk, smearing more pre-cum down the length. Others rubbed at his chest and belly, but it was when a half-dozen of the cooing males teased their fingers down the flow his feathery wings that the pony's hips gave out. Rockets of thick stallion seed shot from the tip of his cock as he squirmed and moaned. Rain's cheeks reddened and his eyes lidded over as the otter's webbed fingers stroked and squeezed his sensitive wings, causing a near instantaneous orgasm that made the gathered flood of otters chatter and chitter among themselves. Once they'd discovered the weakness in the pony's wings, they didn't forget, and Rain's muzzle opened, tongue out, as they wiggled in and squeezed against him, keeping his wings from folding up.

"Gawd, he's a big 'un."

"Dibs!"

"Oooh, his wings are so pretty!"

"And his ass is so huge!"

Rain shuddered and moaned as they showered him in compliments, while he returned the favor by showering them in pre-cum. More otters appeared, manhandling his equipment, groping at his thick, expanded backside, shoving him and rolling him until he was suddenly dropped to the floor, having been rolled completely off the bed without even realizing it. His thick rump cheeks pushed backwards, with his frizzy pale blue tail, now far too small for the magnitude of his round hips, twitched frantically. His huge length smeared across the floor, reaching all the way from his hips to past his spread hands. His huge balls squeezed into the insides of his thighs and knees, pillowing outwards from every side.

Webbed paws smacked down over his rump and stayed there, eight or nine pairs at least, while another yanked on the base of his tail, eliciting a high-pitched moan from the pony's throat. Rain's eyes widened as a pair of otters scrambled beneath him, while, from behind, a warm, thick, fully aroused otter cock explored between his oversized cheeks.

"Oooh, he's so tight!"

"He's cumming like a fountain!"

"Make the paint bluer to go with his mane!"

"Where do the new clothes go?"

"We're gonna need a size up on the underwear or he'll never fit! Go for the extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra large!"

Rain's head spun as he was lurched forward, rocked by the enthusiastic pounding from behind. Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the line of moaning, groaning otters, each enthusiastically helping themselves and their comrades get fully hard before lining up for their turn. Rain clenched his hips, shuddering and moaning, as his maleness bucked against the pair of males rubbing their bodies alongside it from below. He whinnied again, unable to help himself. The heat from his tail hole felt so good, the way their fingers grabbed at the firm, pliable flesh of his thick, chunky rump, the eager gasps and moans as the first erupted, covering his backside in cream, before the second stepped in and took over...

"Oooh, all the males are gonna looooooove you!"

"Quick, get the drain system hooked up!"

"Start the pumps!"

The pumps? Rain couldn't focus properly. The only pumping he was aware of was going on behind him as the skinny, enthusiastic otters buried their shafts deep into his backside. Most of them were so slight they nearly disappeared between his rump cheeks on each thrust. The pony gasped and moaned, tongue extending, as his cannon fired, blasting a streak of thick jizz clear across the room. Several of the otters actually working were caught in the spray, but continued on regardless. Half a dozen or so kept his wings spread and explored the bases where they attached to his shoulders, making him squeal and moan even louder until a pair of plump-hipped femboy construction otters plugged his muzzle with their thick arousals. The surprise taste of otter seed coating his tongue made the squirming pony cum even harder.

"Bathroom dryers are going in! Where's electric?"

"Pumps operating within capacity."

"Open that muzzle, sugar, let's see those sweet lips."

Rain closed his eyes as another fat pink ottershaft appeared in front him, thrusting between his muzzle before he could think twice about it. The pony's constant moans ended in a series of slick, wet gurgles as he swallowed the fat, overly large shaft. The otter spread his legs and leaned forward, both paws on the back of the pony's head, twisting his fingers into the pale blue mane, as his fat brown-furred balls bounced off of Rain's lower jaw.

Things continued like that for what seemed like hours. Rain was flipped onto his back, tossed over the table, and put back into a new, much larger bed. Dozens of the twinky otters tested his tail and muzzle the whole time as the rapid reconstruction continued with him barely aware. His wings were soggy, weak, twitching madly at the tips as the splayed feathers rubbed against the otter hips grinding around him.

"Just leave the owner's manual in the cabinet."

"Oooh, make sure to get him that blue jockstrap! And the cut-off shorts! He'll look fabulous!"

"More padding on the door! Don't want him bruising that fine ass!"

More padding on the door? What would that mean?

"Time to clean this dirty pony up!"

"Scrub him down!"

"I got his balls!"

Breathless, cum-soaked, and completely filled to the brim with otter spunk, Rain draped in the webbed grasp of the horde. Gangs of twinky males pulled him into the new bathroom, but the thick arousals slamming his rump and muzzle never quit. Had he not been so exhausted, he'd have been more appreciative of the details - massive semicircle open-air shower large enough to fit his backside, multiple shower nozzles at lower angles, and a bank of high-tech blow dryers that would fluff his short hair and dry his body perfectly every time. Plus there was the large mirror with a large counter and an extra-wide bench seat stool, which he was made to sit on after his shower (and another half-dozen otters taking one last opportunity to try him out). Primping and preening, a gaggle of the churring femboy otters applied highlights and makeup to the pony before summarily shoving him outside in order to finish the ceiling lights.

Rain realized just how massive the changes were to his apartment when was back in the hallway. His cock slung from his hips, half-hard and exhausted but still dripping gallons of thick white pony spooge around his hooves. The tip stretched all the way to the floor, causing squirts of seed to fly from beneath the fat flare. The leaking continued, even after so many orgasms, since he'd woken up, and showed no signs of slowing as his huge sac draped down his knees and shins. The lower part of his fat nuts dragged along the floor, flattening on the bottom and sending all sorts of happy signals up his spine. His fat rump cheeks spread wide enough to nearly scrape against the walls on either side as he waddled down the hallway at the otters' urging. The walls themselves were moved, making them wider, but it was barely enough. One of the bedrooms was gone, and the living room expanded. There were now two sets of doors going outside, an inner and an outer, and as another crew of the otters dragged him towards it, the rest of them finished packing up tools, equipment, and leftover materials. He was standing in front of the inner doors when crowds of otters streamed past on both sides, with many pausing to give his fat rump a pinch on the way out.

"And the crowning achievement of our rebuild," the otter nearest Rain said, extending a paw towards the outer doors as the inner ones opened. "Custom built to your measurements!"

"It's great!"

"You'll be getting so many boyfriends this way! Jealous!"

The outer doors featured a large oval-ish hole with thick padding all around, along with a box built into the door with a cushion on top underneath the hole. Rain, not understanding, didn't resist as the otters led him over. After all, the rest of the house was great - if a bit on the girly side. The new bed would be amazing, and all the drains would be really helpful.

Rain froze up, however, when the outer doors opened. Standing along the hallway lined up all the way to the corner and stairs were big, well-built, muscular males of all species. Many were ogling the jockstrap-clad otters still carrying out the last bits of equipment, but the first five or six fixed their eyes squarely on the turquoise pony as the otters led him out, turned him around, and closed the outer doors around him. The padded hole fit around his belly perfectly, leaving his rump and legs sticking out into the hallway while his chest and arms rested on the cushion inside. The hole included divots for the bases of his wings, which remained on the outside of the doors. He was able to open and fold them easily, but couldn't bring them inside. His hips wiggled, making the broad blue flesh of his rump jiggle. An expectant murmur ran up and down the full hallway.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Rain said, wiggling his hips and trying to pull free. "Was this really in the bluepr-IIINNNNTSSS!"

Beneath the hole in the door through which he was stuck, there was another hole big enough for the pony's massive horsecock. His arousal pushed through of his own accord, forced forward by the weight of his own massive sac, which themselves kept his hips elevated. His hooves could barely stretch to touch the floor around either side of his full balls. As his cock slid inside the box that his chest leaned over, the low noise of a powerful suction pumped filled Rain's flicking ears. His muzzle opened and his tongue pressed outwards as the smooth, warm, rubbery tunnel inside the box clenched around his arousal, powered by water pressure and pumps to constantly massage and rub and squeeze along every single inch of the pony's thickness.

He couldn't stop clenching and wiggling. Otter cum squirted from beneath his tail as he whinnied and whined. His knees bent, shoving into his own massive balls, and his wings spread as the powerful suction machine hardened his length in minutes.

"Ahhhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhh!" Rain cried out, twisting and squirming. His narrow chest slid side to side above the cushion as he wrapped his paws around the metal handles on the sides. Thrusting madly, he couldn't stop the lewd, desperate rump shaking. Just knowing how many males were out there lining up to fuck his massive, fat booty made him even harder. "I'm cuuummminnnggg!"

A splurge of thick white pony seed filled the pumping mechanism and forced its way back around his cock, draining out under his balls and the handy drain installed at the doorstop. That flood increased when a huge paw sunk into his left rump cheek, followed by another paw on his right. The powerful grip crushed his booty together before pulling it to the sides, exposing his tail hole. Rain's eyes widened. Hadn't the first person in line been...

A long leonine roar rang out along with a high-pitched whinny from the pony. The flood of thick pony cum intensified beneath his massive balls as the huge, muscular, growling lion had his way with the pony's backside.

"Oh and please call us if you have any problems! The whole place is under warranty!"

Rain's dazed eyes focused as the last remaining otter dropped a business card onto the cushion. His chest bumped forward, again and again, as the whole door shook and rattled. The pony gasped as he felt his body move - the otter shoved on the door, opening it up and slipping out, all while the lion continued to pound away and adjust his positioning in response. Rain was able to twist his shoulders around and realized the line was even longer than he'd thought, and that every single well-hung male in line sported an arousal that, while nothing compared to the pony's oversized schlong, would be more than enough to stretch his fat rump cheeks wide. His cock flexed, firing another load into the warm auto-pressure milker built into the door.

With the otter finally squeezing past, the lion growled and slammed forward, shutting the door completely with a bang. Rain's hips bounced into the padded cushions as the first of his many, many new boyfriends had a go on his shivering, quivering backside, adding their own mess to the spunk the overcocked pony was already making. It was going to be a long day for the thick-rumped Rain as the lion roared again, filling him up.

"Nnnggghhhh... damn, that ass is so fine I'm gonna get back in line!"

"Me next! I can't wait anymore to fuck that hot horse rump!"

"Grab his wings, they make good handles, and he squirms more!"

"Thanks for the tip! Ha ha ha!"

The End

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