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The room that he waited in was easily one of the most sterile and clean that he'd seen, October noted. It had to be, though, as hospitals needed to maintain a high level of hygiene. He drummed his fingers against the table as he waited for the medical personnel that he'd spoken with earlier to get back to him.

It was less than a week ago that the tiger discovered that he was a bit more strapped for cash than he'd thought that he was, and started looking at ways that he could make a quick buck just to get by for the time being as payday was still a fair ways away. Some dedicated searching unearthed drug trials happening at the local hospital, with a hefty monetary compensation for all who entered. Everything was deemed to be safe to conduct the test, so why not give it a shot?

A little over ten minutes ago was when he signed the waiver, quickly skimming it to see if anything questionable popped out at him before signing his name on the dotted line. He remembered that he'd be trialing some kind of allergy medication, though he didn't catch for what specifically. At that point all that he was concerned with was the prize following the test.

It took no time after that for one of the researchers involved to step into the room and greet him, then getting on with the trial. What he didn't realize was that the medicine in question was a topical ointment, but that thrilled him more than anything else; he'd rather this than a needle, that's for sure.

The doctor revealed a patch of skin on his arm, holding the fur in place, and then smeared the balm all over the exposed area. It elicited a slight gasp out of him - he didn't expect it to be so damn cold! But, just as soon as it started, it was over, leaving him amazed at how quickly the entire procedure was. All in a day's work, apparently.

Another fifteen minutes had passed after that before he was allowed to leave as it was required that he be monitored for any potential issue that may arise as a result of the trial. Seeing as none happened, he walked out as soon as he was given the green light to. He left the hospital as fit as he'd entered, and a couple grand richer.

***

The ride home was uneventful, as was stepping back inside his place. October sighed as the cool air of his house welcomed him back. He slung his jacket over the back of a chair as he slipped out of his shoes, shutting the door with his foot. It was the same routine that he had every single time that he entered through that door, but it didn't matter to him in the slightest.

And he had the day to himself away from anything else! Oh man, it felt fantastic to just relax, not caring about work or school or any other distraction that often popped up in his life. He didn't get to experience days like that often, and he was dead set on making the best of it.

But what to do? Every possible idea had been pondered for a few moments. He had a whole backlog of videos from his favourite creators that he hadn't had a chance to watch yet, with some being almost a week old. His video games had begun collecting dust after not getting the opportunity to dive back into them for some time. Hell, television series that he'd binged had also come out with new material recently. Damn, he had more options available than he thought!

While October grew lost in thought, a peculiar something began to take place across his body. Unbeknownst to him, the trial that he'd partook in inflicted a latent side-effect onto him that not a single one of the researchers could've predicted to exist as it presented in a grand total of zero participants; at least, while they were in the hospital's care, that is.

If he'd had the foresight to remove his clothing at that precise moment, he'd have noticed how the outlines of his previously non-existent musculature had started to appear out of nowhere, as if his physique was being carved by an expert sculptor in real time.

And yet he was none the wiser. Even with an errant scratch across his chest, he couldn't feel the slightest difference in size as the disparity was far too small to notice. But it was there, and it was slowly becoming more apparent the longer that time ticked on.

The one thing that he was aware of was that he felt a bit more energized at that exact moment than he did all day so far. It was a bit out of left field, he'd admit, but he simply chalked it up to the knowledge that his financial troubles were abated for the time being. It meant that he might be able to get take-out for the first time in a while, maybe even tonight!

Eh, he still had some time before then; he wasn't even all that hungry at the moment anyway.

Instead, he turned his attention towards the flat-screen television that he had mounted on the wall, his mind awash with wonderment as to how several of the series that he'd started ages ago could possibly continue. He hadn't even realized that the new seasons were coming as the shows didn't mention much information about them until fairly recently, some of them completely blindsiding him. It felt like a great place to start his day off.

Taking his place on the couch always felt nice as he'd worn it in to the point where it was the perfect level of comfort for him. It took him a few years to get to that point, but it was absolutely worth it when he didn't have to worry about it being so stiff.

The TV booted up almost instantly and he'd selected his streaming service of choice with a few button presses, though that left him scrolling through the programs that he could watch as he tried to come up with a decision. In the end he made the decision to choose one at random to prevent himself from cycling through them endlessly without watching anything. With that done, he sat back, relaxed, and let the show whisk him away.

And while he watched the movement on the screen, his body was also preoccupied. It, however, had something far more involved that it was in the midst of. It hadn't stopped its growth from when he came home, now puffing up muscles ever so much more. There wasn't only definition anymore, but actual mass that was somewhat noticeable now if one were to look.

Which October didn't, of course, as he'd gotten far too engrossed in his show to pay attention to his own body. The striped cat was oblivious to the changes happening to him other than the fact that he felt pretty good. For some reason it felt like his muscles were getting a bit of a massage, though he couldn't understand why. It wasn't like he even did much that day to warrant the sensation appearing! Nevertheless, he wasn't about to complain about it.

The reaction of his body to the ointment was unprecedented in that there wasn't a drug either in development on the market that worked that way, and any that promised muscle growth of some kind was merely supplemental to the user's dedicated effort. He was getting gains for free, and he had no idea that it was happening at all.

Maybe there was one thing that he casually perceived while he watched his show - he started becoming a tad more aware of his clothing. Not to the point that it bothered him or anything, but like his body's sensitivity was on high alert and that his nerves had heightened awareness. He didn't think much of it. It happened from time to time as a result of something, so this didn't faze him at all.

What wasn't ignorable, however, was the growing pangs of hunger in his gut. He didn't realize how much it had snuck up on him, but he'd definitely grown a bit peckish in the time since he'd sat down. Maybe a snack of some kind wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Pausing the show, October sprung to his feet and ambled over to the kitchen, trying to think of what he actually wanted to eat. Something quick was best, he figured, though he couldn't quite decide on what. Hmm - he puzzled over what caused his sudden surge in appetite.

The answer was obvious if he actually paid attention to himself. His growing muscle mass increased his metabolism, needing something to sustain itself were he to get any bigger. But that wasn't on his mind at all as he'd only just realized that he hadn't eaten anything since waking up that day. The bag of chips that he eventually selected would more than suffice.

Taking his place back on the couch, he resumed the show while chowing down on the chips, casually at first, though he didn't notice just how much he was consuming. The television screen kept his rapt attention as his hand continued plundering the bag.

Little by little his musculature blossomed, though it seemed to pick up in pace as it piled onto whatever was already there. Every which way his dimensions swelled out that much more, his measurements tacking on inches all over, including height. It was nearly imperceivable if he didn't notice it, but he absolutely stood taller than he used to; maybe the feline would notice that his clothing was feeling a fair bit snugger now.

Predictably, he didn't, instead being too engrossed by the program to notice how the long-sleeved shirt fit him far better than it used to. The material wasn't all that affected by his unexpected growth, though it definitely worked harder to contain him than it had before. Every part of his body that could grow beef did, and filled out his baggy clothing.

And yet he didn't catch any of that happening at all. The first thing that he _did_catch, in fact, was that his hand suddenly came up devoid of any chips. His eyes went wide when he observed that. Huh, he must've been hungrier than he'd anticipated - he downed the entire bag without stopping!

Well, it was convenient that the current episode of the series had just ended. He felt mixed about what he watched. While it did its job of introducing new storylines to follow along for the season, something about it felt rushed, like the writers couldn't figure out what they wanted to include so they threw in every thought that crossed their mind. It made for muddled viewing, and left him ultimately dissatisfied. Maybe it'd be better once he got a few episodes in, but for the time being he'd had enough and wanted to do literally anything else.

Throwing the empty chip bag out, he wandered off to his room, still oblivious to his burgeoning physique, especially with how the hem of his shirt didn't rest so far down on his pants anymore.

October sighed in bliss as he sat down in front of his computer. He'd not gotten the chance to goof off on his rig in a while now, so he absolutely relished the opportunity to do so now. There were a plethora of games that he'd been meaning to get back to, some having been interrupted months ago thanks to circumstances out of his control.

One in particular drew in his eyes - a real-time strategy game where he was in the midst of a campaign against a number of foes. It took him a hot second to remember what the game state was like, but everything came flooding back to him upon looking at the screen. He had a lot of work ahead of him.

If there was one thing that his games did better than almost anything else it was that they could keep his attention glued to his monitor for hours at a time. That meant that anything that happened outside of them was usually lost on him, including what his body was going through at that exact moment.

He hadn't stopped growing at all. The loose-fitting material had become cozy as the tiger's bulk continued to swell, not relenting for anything. One might think that he was a regular of his local gym, yet that couldn't be farther from the truth; if he was asked, he'd say that he'd never even stepped foot in one and grow confused as to why he was even asked in the first place.

That part was obvious, even if it wasn't to him. The outfit that he wore only stretched so far, the fabric beginning to hit its limit in how much of him it could hold. Pectorals that he'd never had in his life materialized seemingly out of thin air, now pushing away from his chest to give him a noticeable outline for his shirt to contour around.

His arms, too, bulged out with sinewy bulk, showing through the material even at rest. Every time that he did tense them for whatever reason, it looked like they'd retained the size thanks to his constant growth. His biceps alone were thicker than the limbs used to be, while his triceps developed into brawny horseshoes that stuffed the sleeves to their greatest extent. There might've been a chance that he'd notice if he grew to the point where the fabric ripped, but then again the game was far too enthralling to pull himself away from.

Like the rest of his torso, his back was no slouch in this department either. His expansion gave it a hilly appearance, creating peaks and valleys that would've taken him months, if not full years, to achieve. The way that his traps rose along his neck and his lats widened out below his arms made him appear like he was on one of the sports teams at school, and yet he'd never had the urge to try out for any of them. He'd likely be a shoo-in now!

Then there were his pants, which were facing the same issue as his shirt in that they might not have a whole lot of room left to stretch. His legs weren't the same size as when he slid into them earlier that day, now having grown more than twice their size in no time at all. His bulky quads rippled with beef, flexing whenever a particularly tense moment occurred in his game. They weren't alone either, as his calves and ass were also just as impressively thick now.

And if that wasn't enough, his ever-increasing height only added to the illusion, making him look like he deliberately wore children-sized clothing on purpose. It was comical if one were there to witness it as the sleeves and bottom of his shirt rode higher on his upper body than they were ever designed to, with the same being said of his pants as the distance between his ankles and hem of his legs only furthered. All of this should be something that he noticed right away. There just wasn't any chance to tear his eyes away from the screen to watch it all unfold, however.

That was until his game finally ended. It was a hard-fought battle, but he somehow managed to come out on top despite numerous occasions where defeat seemed all but inevitable. The win felt good though, as did even getting the chance to play again. Maybe he oughta force himself to play something every so often just to curb any pent-up tension from work and school.

But that was enough playing for now - his legs were starting to cramp up from sitting so long, but standing up to stretch easily fixed that. It felt good; _he_felt good! Man, what was it about today? Did he actually need a moment to himself this entire time and not realize it? Well, they do say something about all work and no play.

Hmm, but what to do now? Perhaps he should take the opportunity presented and get a head start on dinner. Motivation flowed through every part of his body in a way that it never usually did. Although, there was still the question of what exactly he could make. He had many options to choose from, and he had plenty of time to try out some-

October recoiled in pain, clutching his face where he thwacked it off of the top of his bedroom's door frame. The impact stunned him silent, not even his mind registering anything but a dull throb coming from between his eyes. W-What just happened?

And that was when he noticed everything. His jaw fell agape as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, the image that they sent to his brain failing to process. The reason why he'd been feeling so good was now abundantly apparent, and he was in total shock that he'd never noticed until that point in time.

He gave a tentative poke to his newly gained muscle mass, in complete surprise that it was all real. His shirt enveloped his torso to the point where he feared that it could rip, making it look skin-tight when it never used to be. That was certainly bizarre, as was the fact that it'd gone from being too long for him to not long enough. Indeed, a fair bit of his solid forearms now showed, as did his midriff, confusing him even further as to how he could've gotten taller. That's not something that happened to people, and yet it happened to him somehow!

His mind raced as he tried desperately to figure out what the cause was. Nothing that he did was out of the ordinary, though he-

The drug trial, that had to be it! There wasn't a single other possibility in his mind other than that since he'd done nothing out of the ordinary besides that. He did find it a bit funny that a medication meant to stop him from reacting to stimuli ended up making him react in the end. Should he maybe mention that something like this was possible?

Oof, something didn't feel right. He hissed when he felt pain resonate around his hips, leading him to discover that his pants didn't have as much elasticity as what his shirt did. The fact that he only now noticed that the waistband of his pants dug into his skin amazed him; he never realized how much he could tune out the world around him when he was entirely focused on something.

It was during his examination that he discovered something that blew his mind more than anything else that he'd come across so far - his growth persisted. As awesome as that was, it still sent shivers racing up his spine as he genuinely had no idea what he was meant to do. Uh, well, there was one thing that he could think of.

His lips contorting in annoyance, he fumbled with the fly of his pants trying to get them open. The fact that his hands had grown in accordance with the rest of his body meant that anything requiring finesse on his part was significantly more difficult to accomplish now. And yet he carried on, determined to do so on the account of not wanting to actually damage the clothing that he'd paid for with his own money.

Success, he was free! Well, not quite, they were still wrapped around his ever-bloating legs, and it wouldn't be long until the only way to remove them was to shred them to ribbons. As carefully as he could, he dug his fingers beneath the taut material and gently tugged down, careful not to pull too hard as the denim wouldn't appreciate the force. At least his quads were the only real hurdle to jump; his calves were a relative breeze even though they themselves spread the pant legs on their own.

Alright, that was one garment down, two left to go. His boxers by comparison were far more forgiving, even if there wasn't much stretch in them still. Gingerly he peeled them down in much the same way, though noted that they didn't seem to return to the size that he knew they came in. Oops!

That left his shirt, which might be the most challenging thanks to how tight it was getting. He hesitated thinking of how best to tackle it, ending up deciding that the easiest method of removal would be going sleeve-first. It certainly wasn't easy thanks to dozens of pounds of beefy feline bulk straining the fabric, but a gentle yank managed to ease it off of his swelling arm. That gave him enough leeway to begin shucking off of the rest of his shirt with his larger hand, eventually stripping it off entirely without a single mishap. Well, it was considerably stretched now, but that wasn't something that he was about to fix at that moment, or really ever. He knew that he was much too big to wear his normal clothing now.

After all of his struggling, October now stood naked as the day that he was born, noting how his growth wasn't abating in the slightest. His frame continued to creak larger, inches added to every part of his body as more and more mass accumulated. It was a curious sensation to say the least.

A sensation that was only getting stronger the more time had passed. He tried his best to calculate his approximate weight in his head, but it was difficult with how much his musculature kept inflating. His current size made him think of amateur bodybuilders with how aesthetically pleasing he looked, but his height meant that he'd gained more muscle mass than they ever could.

And if one were to ask him, he'd say that he actually liked that fact. Yeah, the bulk felt nice on his body, mashing together in all the right ways when he gave it a quick flex. It floored him when he thought about how much smaller he was a few hours ago, though he didn't think he'd want to go back if he could.

His continually expanding stature, however, might start making things a bit crowded if he wasn't careful. Of all the rooms that he frequented the most in his place, his bedroom was easily one of the smallest, and its size would absolutely make his growth challenging with the paltry amount of space that it offered. He needed more room and stat!

Luckily he didn't have an issue manoeuvring through the doorway, though he knew that he certainly would if he waited any longer. Even then, he could feel his shoulders brush against both sides of the frame at the same time. He couldn't seem to figure out whether to feel more exhilarated or worried at the observation.

Oh, but the feeling of having much wider space to grow in felt incredible. The living room was the perfect size to continue his expansion, barely anything around him in the area. That was fortuitous as he figured that it was nowhere close to being finished.

He shuddered as he felt the pleasurable throb of growth pulse through him again, the feeling only getting stronger as he does. A soft moan left the tiger's lips he let his hands roam over his burgeoning bulk. To see his beef flourish before his eyes was one thing, but it was something else entirely to feel it. Tens of pounds of thick muscle mass added to his frame every second, though his rising height pushed the rate higher and higher. He stood tall at a little over seven feet, and with his constant growth he could easily be weighing close to four hundred pounds, he estimated.

Well, maybe that'd be the case if he kept the same body shape. In the midst of his self-inspection he didn't notice how much more his musculature popped from the additional heft continually piling onto it. Every colour of his fur - from his creamy underbelly, to his brown stripes, to the orange that dominated his form - stretched as delicious bulk stuffed his hide. It started giving him a particularly heavy appearance, one that he came to thoroughly enjoy.

Maybe a little too much. His revelry excited him to the point where blood rushed to his shaft, which thankfully had also grown along with the rest of him. His nostrils flared as air rushed through them from a single touch to his turgid cockflesh, the sensitivity having also surged. He couldn't stop himself from stroking his endowment even if he wanted to!

The combination of fondling both his swelling beef and pulsating pole had October groaning in delight, never before experiencing something pleasuring him this much. A sudden gasp escaped past his lips as he squeezed his testicles, feeling how he couldn't even cup one in a hand anymore.

Wait, was that right? He double checked to confirm and, sure enough, his balls had fattened as the rest of him grew. He hadn't expected that, but he didn't hate it at all, in fact it only turned him on more! The knowledge that he'd have far more explosive orgasms as a result of his size was obvious to him, though having orbs that outsized grapefruits meant that he'd positively erupt whenever he came now. Oh, this was shaping up better and better by the moment!

And his bloating cum tanks meant that he'd have a prick to match. Even while gripped he could feel his titanic tool take on more size, both thickening and lengthening as it slithered up his shredded abs. The sensation was intoxicating, and he craved more. He wanted his body to continue its ascension, with his cock in particular surging as large as it could possibly go.

His wish might get a bit complicated as his ears felt something brush against them, his brain needing a quick second to register that it was the ceiling. Words failed him in describing how surprised he was that he reached the top of the living room so soon, and with how his ears then began to splay outward it was clear that he wasn't done growing yet.

Pretty soon his head reached the top as well, needing to bend it forward so that he didn't accidentally push through it. While doable, craning his neck so much began to make his thickening traps feel sore, leading to him kneeling down to relieve the tension. But this was huge! From floor to ceiling, his living room was eight feet in length, meaning that he'd shot well past that height without slowing down at all. Heh, it wouldn't be long before his head hits the top for a second time.

And that wasn't to say that his other dimensions were slacking. His frame had become incredibly wide, so much so that the wooden table that he usually ate his meals on was now smaller across than he was. Shoulders that he never even regarded in the past were dense with muscle, putting cannonballs to shame in both size and weight.

Then there was his thickness, which he never thought he'd ever get the chance to achieve in his lifetime. Thanks to his statuesque size his pectorals protruded over a foot from his chest, coupling that with his mountainous back gave him a thickness that many people would've killed for. He chuckled as groped his pecs, feeling the way that he could barely dent the flesh with his fingers. If he had difficulty navigating doorways before, he'd certainly make them cry now that going sideways might not even be enough.

As expected, his head was nearing the ceiling once more. Man, he was growing so quickly now that he couldn't believe it! His brain had only just processed the first contact and now it was about to happen again? He wondered if his living room actually provided him enough space to grow after all.

Once he felt the need to bend his head over again, he dropped to his hands, figuring that this configuration would be more conducive to his continued expansion given that the room was longer than it was tall. Even then, he just realized that the top of his back rose halfway up the room, just under the chest height of his former self. If one didn't see his face, he might just be unrecognizable to the people who knew him.

During all of this he failed to notice that his schlong had accelerated in its growth, now pressing up against the underside of his prodigious pectorals. It shoved its way in between them, finding purchase in the sweat-matted cleft before popping back out due to needing more room to blossom. Thicker it grew, likely already surpassing the width of what his waist used to be and yet still going, all the while shooting electric pulses of pleasure through his nerves.

Between his spreading trunk and his swelling crotch rocket, he was on cloud nine with the amount of stimulation received just from mere contact alone. Every touch of his obelisk sent ripples of euphoria through him, which caused his muscles to tense and envelop his shaft all over again, repeating the process. It all just felt so good as if this was an elaborate dream, but he could tell without thinking about it that he was far from asleep.

More and more his junk ballooned in size, his pendulous testosterone factories pushing his bulky legs apart in a fight for more room. They audibly churned with potent tigerbatter, waiting to be unleashed. And yet they didn't. He still had more room to grow, and his body seemed eager to fill as much of it as possible.

And fill he did as his ceaseless expansion brought his back another foot closer to the ceiling. It was emblematic of the rest of his enormity as there wasn't any part of his gorgeous frame that could be considered small anymore. His swollen chest jutted out like a car peeking around a corner, though being hunched over made it look far bigger than it actually was. A thick forest of hair carpeted the front of his torso from the top of his meaty pectorals to the base of his cock, coming in as virile masculinity coursed through him. It was all so much to take in, and yet he still wanted more.

His arms, while impressive before, were monstrous in their immensity, now packed denser than rock and looking thicker than boulders on a frame that stood over ten feet tall. They were paradoxical in that they clearly felt heavy thanks to the hundreds of pounds of muscle mass stuffed onto them, yet he barely noticed in part to the strength that that much beef provided him. The heads of his biceps had grown noticeable with the sheer amount of heft added onto them, giving them a desirable split-peak appearance that he'd only seen on a few people in his lifetime. His triceps on the other hand? They might now even be bigger than his entire body used to be, something that he'd never thought possible even in his wildest dreams.

Ten feet in height turned into eleven as his quads bloated larger, compressed with bulk that could never be gained in a standard gym. He could feel the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in a fraction of a second, growing larger than a car tire without trying. His calves, too, swelled until they became twice their width, achieving the perfect teardrop shape that many people coveted.

And all the while his package exploded in size. If he thought that it was massive before, he had no idea what was coming as his cock and balls effortlessly crossed into hyper territory. The head of his python made the push past the top of his head, surprising even himself who didn't realize that something like that was even possible. That was compounded with his bloated orbs fattening between his legs, so massive that his muscly ass could lean against them and still be relatively upright. He couldn't believe that this was him, but the ecstasy given from his leviathan prick proved his doubts wrong.

The sensations coming from October's massive log of tiger fuckmeat were absolutely euphoric. He flexed his pelvis, forcing his shaft to smack him right in the chest and sending a few globules of preseed to splatter against the ground. It was something that he should've minded given how clean he tended to be, but his lust-addled mind had grown far more focused on getting himself off to care.

He stroked his meat with both hands, its thickness now big enough to rest on it without bending down further. Oh, how he loved this! His cubmaker had surged to nearly the size of his torso, nerves along the length providing increased sensitivity that rocketed to the pleasure centre of his brain. He massaged the quivering flesh, his fingers tracing along the veins that snaked along his rod like roads on a map. This was beyond anything that he could've imagined.

His balls gurgled behind him as they constantly bloated bigger with yet more cum, shooting translucent pre from the tip of his member down the shaft in rivulets. The expulsion coated his hands as they glided along his pole, practically painting the steamy flesh in precum. There wasn't anything that he could think of to compare this experience to. This was something that only he'd get the privilege of going through.

While stroking his gigantic meatlog was fantastic in and of itself, it was starting to become a tad cumbersome with so much of himself in the way. He waffled for a brief moment as he tried to come up with a way to alleviate the problem, eventually thinking up a great idea - he could flip onto his back.

Now that itself was a tall order, seeing as his increased width pushed his sides ever so much closer to touching the walls of the room. The couch was a bit of a problem, and it took a bit of finagling to work his way around it without damaging it. Wait, would he even be able to use it after this? Why was he being so careful?

Oh man, laying down on his back felt amazing. Being able to let his arms rest to his sides gave him a much more accurate view of his body. The musculature piled onto him easily put him in the realm of professional bodybuilders, though the way that his muscles deliciously bulged out might actually tip the scales and place him in the heavyweight league. That was, if he was his original height. Now though? He could easily wipe the floor with anyone, even if they were proportionally huger than he was.

Well, they could be bigger except for one very important part of the body. His cock was practically its own entity, likely as heavy as he was and ready to jettison all the spunk that his balls had produced. He wanted to cum so badly, arousal welling up inside of his soul as his hands gripped the beast of a tool that sprouted from his crotch. His monolithic pillar spurted out preseed at an astounding rate, dribbling and pooling onto the carpeted floor.

The more that October jerked himself, the more that his body grew. Unlike his humble beginnings he was now a titan that measured more than twenty feet from head to toe. That put him at odds with his living room, which didn't have a whole lot of space left to work with if his growth kept up. But that concern was pushed to the wayside as orgasm became his number one priority.

His breathing grew laboured as he worked his tremendous fuckmeat like nothing else, kneading the diamond-hard flesh like a rutting beast. He relished how heavy his magnum dong weighed down on him, as well as how little its magnitude affected him. The sheer size of it allowed him to grip it like the world's biggest body pillow. Both arms and legs had wrapped around it now, rubbing along the veined surface. He wanted nothing more than to get himself off.

He writhed in his bulk, pleasure racing through him with every throb of his cock. His heart beat a mile a minute as he continued his onslaught on his own endowment, feeling the sensation of release build up inside of him. Slowly he could sense it intensifying, welling up inside of him and radiating need throughout his limbs. It caused him to push himself further, craving the need to satisfy his lascivious urges.

With panting gasps, he reached his head toward his cock and stuck his tongue out, his traps tensing to accomplish this. Savoury precum coated his tongue as he licked along the trembling flesh. The delicate touch sent tingles along his mammothian pole, snorting as it made him want more. He lashed his tongue all along the length, synchronous with the movement of his limbs. God alive, he was so close!

Heat wafted from him as he overexerted his bulk. Climax was imminent now, and not a moment too soon as he was barely a few feet away from touching the far walls of his living room. Every groan that sounded out signaled how close he was. His voice rumbled in his chest as he snorted his desire to cream himself, clutching his pillar in his hands while his feet massaged his balls, his junk a living embodiment of virile feline masculinity.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but his passionate lovemaking was finally coming to fruition. The sexual hunger that had grown pent-up inside of him yearned to release his load, not caring about where it all went. All it took was a few more squeezes of his hands, a couple more bucks of his hips...

October cried aloud as he felt his cum tanks pull up to his crotch, blasting out seed like a firehose against the wall closest to his head. All the tension inside of him had immediately dissolved, like a wall that blocked his path had just crumbled, allowing him to pass through unrestrictedly. He savoured the euphoric bliss that washed over his being like a wave, covering him in a blanket of ardent pleasure that wrapped tightly around him. It almost didn't feel real.

Cumpipe bulging out, he laid there completely satisfied with the outcome. Every other part of him beside his colossal cock felt exhausted, but it was the pleasant kind of tiredness that one would get from a workout, which this certainly qualified as! The cat reveled not only in the climax that flooded the floor of his living room, but also in the bulk that he'd gained in the short time that he'd been home. He couldn't even believe that he'd been anything other than small with how much his brain had acclimated to his newfound size.

He couldn't tell just how much time had passed before his flow started petering out. It was the best he'd ever felt and he wished that he could revisit it already, only to realize that he could whenever he wanted to. All of his enormity didn't seem to be dissipating as he geysered out his load, which meant that he'd be like this from now on. His heart nearly skipped a beat in joy.

As his stream came to a stop, so too did the drug in his system wear off. On one hand he was a bit sad that it was over already, but on the other it was a hell of a ride that he wouldn't soon forget! While the couple grand in his bank account certainly made him happy, he easily considered this the real prize; some things were just worth more than money.