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"Yeah, so the, uh, that's all the package instructions say."

"Uh-huh. Is it a hard instruction to follow?"

"Not... I don't think so? What?"

"Is it difficult to follow the instruction of 'rub this on your cock and it'll get bigger'? Like is that hard for you? Do you not have hands?"

"Excuse me?"

"There's a hands-free version."

"What are-"

"It's called your partner's mouth."

"I just-"

"You could have your partner squirt the whole tube in their mouth and then put that on your dick if that's easier for you."

"..."

"Easier than using your hands to put this stuff on your dick. Oh, and your 'nads, too. I shoulda wrote that on there. Don't forget to get them to put your nuts in their mouth. You got nuts?"

"Okay."

"Yeah I can send you a fuckin' pdf if you want, kid, but this is only rocket science if that's your cock euphemistic. Ya got any other questions?"

"I'm not a kid."

"HAH. Y'ain't not one." And the phone hung up.

Merl looked down at his cell phone in disbelief. In his other hand was an oddly ornate, clear, plastic squeeze tube filled with a viscous ointment that looked like the goop sold in novelty stores that made squishy fart noises when you squelched it. It was all colors of silver, blue, green, and purple, swirling through themselves in vision-defying patterns.

It was extremely obviously illegal and its promises were impossible, but Merl was used to that sort of thing by now.

Merl was an anthropomorphic male field mouse the color of perfectly toasted toast. By chance, he had entered into some strange magical circles that, through measures he was not equipped to understand, could circumvent the magical rules precluding bodily transformation. Because of that, by now, he had taken on a contract that had transformed him from pleasantly pudgy to enticingly toned; he had been eaten whole twice, once by his tigress wife; and he had seen supernatural acts of hedonism he had thought were restricted to the guarded fantasies of pubescent teenagers. So when, in his quest to track down the person who had made his wife capable of that (without her knowledge or permission), he had stumbled into a website offering a fast-acting dick growth ointment, he had purchased it. For investigational purposes. For purely academic research into a potential enemy.

For putting on his dick to make it bigger.

He considered himself a reasonably intelligent person, though of course, if you're ever reassessing how intelligent of a person you are to justify a risky endeavor, the answer is, "Probably not intelligent enough to safely go forward with this," but you're also almost certainly going to arrive at the answer, "Yes, this is a calculated risk that I am willing to take." He had spoken with allies - not friends, he was certain - about how best to proceed with his investigation. The most experienced (a burly wolf man) had said, "Don't. Let me take care of it in a couple days once some other stuff has settled down." Another, less experienced (a lop-eared rabbit fellow) had said, "Probably the internet. I can help if you want," but the guy had made Merl's skin crawl and hackles stand on end, and he was pretty sure he'd tried to flirt with both Merl and his wife at the time.

So, Merl had researched the company - Phosphor Essence. A cutting-edge cosmetics company with a few not-so-subtle buttons on their website to guide a user away from their main product lines of mystically enhanced eye shadow and nail polish to sensitizing lotions, pheromone-emanating shampoos and conditioners, and... dick cream. For research purposes, knowing that only very specific people and effects could break the magical locks on biologics, Merl had ordered one. It had arrived that day, while Radha, his wife, was out shopping.

"It can't work," he muttered to himself. He squeezed the goop from its bottle into his paw. "If it worked, it would also have to make my hands bigger when I touched it." He spread the stuff between his fingers and rubbed. No effect except a pleasant, menthol tingling. "If it's menthol, though, I'm definitely not putting this on my dick." Maybe it wasn't quite menthol? Maybe it was capsaicin. "Also doesn't go on the dick," he chided himself. But the feeling was vaguely electrifying and vaguely numbing. "Topical numbing agents are pretty common for sex... yeah. It's a harmless numbing agent that makes your skin look interesting," he concluded. In fact, he could see beneath the fur on his hands where the stuff had touched had acquired its curious, scintillating colors. "Nice," he remarked.

Then, he put the stuff on his dick.

The first thing he noticed was that he hadn't noticed himself getting hard. There must have been topical aphrodisiacs or a hefty dosage of pheromones in the stuff. Either way, there should probably have been warnings on it, and whoever had answered the phone should have mentioned that. And the lack of information should have warned Merl not to do what he was doing, which was now using both hands to massage as much of the goop as possible into the skin of his cock and balls.

"Oh..." He let out a low moan where he stood in front of a vanity and mirror in his bedroom. The viscous stuff clung to his skin and formed threads from his fingers to his cock, like syrup or resin. The colors moved in ways it didn't seem like they should, flowing always down, towards his loins. Part of Merl's transformative contact with magic had given him a pleasantly thick, vascular eight inches of cock above the mango-sized nuts that came with his genetic territory, and every inch of surface area of those assets sang with ecstasy as the goo soaked into him. His heart raced while his body sucked the stuff in like a sponge. Wherever it touched, there was an electric hum and a radiating wave of hearth-like heat.

He had rapidly covered his cock and balls and couldn't help but to begin stroking with both hands. His hips thrust his length between them. There was a moment of grimace-inducing pain while the fluid properties of the stuff shifted: Everything that hadn't soaked into his hands flowed into his groin and then changed from goop to slick, shimmering, firm silicon. The short fur of his fingers drifted over his cock and the sensation made him tingle. It was like the thinnest possible condom, but still opaque. And, it had coated his balls, as well, and those were roiling up and down feverishly in efforts to prepare for a climax Merl knew he needed to reach soon. He felt it sinking down, deep into the organs of his loins, and felt pressure rapidly building in his lower abdomen. If he hadn't known better, he might have thought it was gas, but no, no - this was a prostate suddenly flooding itself with potent seed that needed to be released.

"Fuck," he whispered, "fuck. Should have plenty left for when she gets home."

With that silicone consistency, his grip had to change... until a thick bead of precum pooled at the tip of his cock like eager drool. Drunk on the waves of arousal and curiosity that were burning away at Merl's inhibitions and caution, the mouse man spread that precum over his cock, making it glisten even more than it had, and began thrusting between tightly-clenched hands. On that silicon flesh, his precum was as good as the finest lube, sensitizing nerves and closing the space between stimulant and flesh while quenching friction in an instant, and he produced more of it by the second.

"O-oh, that's... holy..." he gasped in fits as drop after drop of precum pumped up out of the glands at the base of his cock, and then it at last began to grow. In a thrumming pulse, Merl's hands were shoved further apart by a surge of growth.

"F... fhh!" He whimpered in pleasure as a second pulse of growth sent him over the edge faster than he'd ever cum. His taut, lean body hunched over his masturbating hands, then his hips bucked forward and he splattered the mirror and vanity in heavy, wet slaps of cum. His eyes widened while he tried to observe the orgasm while also being wracked by it and he noticed the color wasn't the creamy off-white of semen, but instead the same flowing, aurora borealis of color as the lotion he'd applied. That, and it came out in gouts that were flung in cascading arcs over his furniture, all while his cock continued to throb and pulse with growth spurts.

It had started ahead of schedule, but it wasn't a normal orgasm. He simply kept cumming, while his loins throbbed with new size and sensation and insistent virility. Seconds passed, then a minute, and he kept spewing the stuff across the floor, furniture, walls. In an effort to control the flow, Merl stumbled backwards onto his bed and lay down to try to aim his new, alien cannon of a cock up at the ceiling. Coruscating cum splashed down on him in rope after rope to color his body like paint. Where it touched, that same flowing sensation of heat and electricity thrummed into his body. He whined, and gasped, and moaned while another inch, and another inch, and another bloated his dick until the already huge dong looked almost comical on his small frame. When at last the flow ceased - or at least was reduced to mere pulses of a shot glass of spunk in each afterglow-laden throb - his cock lay heavy on his sternum. He stared down at it in disbelief, then chuckled.

"Heh. Not transformative after all." Probably just an expanding gel filled with a couple of the fancy, mostly-legal topical treatments a lot of sex shops had been playing with. Some chemistry tricks and low-level magical applications on the stuff itself. The duration the website had promised was about a day, so the two of them would have some fun, kinda like when they'd played with candle wax for a weekend, and it'd wash off by Monday. He was nervous he was wrong, of course, but what was there to do about it now? Besides, was that the telltale crunch and drag of tires pulling into his driveway? His grin became wicked and he hurriedly stowed the bottle and its packaging under the bed to await Radha.

--

Radha entered the room with her normal grace and fluidity, then immediately slipped on a palm-sized splash of enchanted gyzym just inside the door and landed flat on her ass. Merl fell upon her ardently to bear her to the floor and coat her lips, her chin, and her throat with kisses.

The tigress looked wide-eyed around the room while he began undressing her. "What has happened in here, Merl?" her lightly accented voice demanded. "Are we redecorating... Merl!" she gasped when she finally saw him. Half his body was streaked with the swirling, iridescent blues and greens of the strange concoction he'd purchased. When he looked up in response to her gasp, he was still the vigilant, attentive, loving mouse she'd grown accustomed to, in his smile and his mannerisms and his affect, but there was a barbaric wildness to him, painted as he was. And something about him was making her blink and wonder if something had gotten in her eye.

"It enhances pleasure, and it's an aphrodisiac, and it, well... I thought it just made one part of me bigger, but look." Her mouse finally pulled himself off her body (having successfully stripped her of her coat and her top, which were now flung in a puddle to the side, leaving only a purple bra to cover her magnificent, plush breasts) and stood so she could get a good look at him. His nude form bulged from the waist down. Certainly his cock had become more like a baseball bat, but his thighs, glistening with dark colors, literally rippled with muscle whenever the moved. He seemed oddly like a satyr with his oversized lower half, except for regions where the stuff had spread on his torso that made his frame lopsided. One shoulder was bright blue and bulged outward while the other didn't. The opposite arm had a massive biceps, but the forearm was still normal.

"Merl, you look a little... monstrous," she said. But as she watched and felt some of the stuff sink into her own abdomen and felt that warming, electric sensation, her eyes half-lidded and she smiled at him. Radha had never been one to sneer at a new experience. She hailed from a long line of proud, Panthera lineage of cats and had married a field mouse because she had known better than them. She let that certainty guide her in all things, including making ferocious love to her husband. "How do we even you out?"

His little mousy grin was wicked. "I don't know how, but it makes my, uh, my stuff," he stammered a little, suddenly blushing.

"Your cum," she supplied, with a teasing smirk.

"Yeah, my cum makes more of it. Or, is more of it." His heat was scrambling his brain. She grinned. "And maybe my saliva now? It gets into the system." His fingers twitched and he knelt back down in front of her to spread some of the substance on her that his lips had left on her collarbone. "It feels... very good, Radha. I want to cover you in it." He kissed her neck. "Coat you in it." He kissed her chin. "Soak you in it, again and again."

"My monstrous little mouse," she crooned against his lips, acquiescing easily. He released the kiss to sweep his nose down between her breasts, to her navel, to her black denim pants, to help her shimmy out of them. A pair of black underwear went with them, and then her vaginal lips were his to taste, to tease, to press his tongue across and between. She let her jaw hang loose with the sudden pleasure and put a commanding hand on his head - as though he needed orders to stay where he was and eke moans from her. And his tongue seemed_coated_ in the stuff, such that it warmed her vulva, then gradually got spread between her lips to start heating her from the inside and sending those tiny, teasing sparks of sensation crawling deeper within her.

"Oh... Merl..." she panted, unable to believe how quickly her body was responding. No matter how much she loved him, these things took time, but as the fluid soaked into her skin and painted her with it, her womanhood demanded attention. With her free hand, she unclipped her bra and let her breasts free so she could tease at her own nipples while her husband worked in her lap. His tongue snaked inside her the moment it was able and she thrust her hips forward wantonly, craving satisfaction.

"Radha... I want... to make love to you."

"And I want you to fuck me," she hissed. She grabbed under his arms and heaved upwards while she leaned back to drag him atop her. His cock, fiercely erect, splayed obscenely out to one side between their bodies. Her eyes lit on it with a predatory hunger. "Do you think... it can fit in me, if we're both covered in this stuff?"

"That's what I'm hoping," he growled as he got his bearings on her and lifted his hips enough to settle the wrist-thick belly of the thing atop her groin and grind his hips forward. Precum dribbled from his tip like a small fountain. She gasped and grasped his back with her claws as she rolled her hips upward against him at that copious sign of need and virility. And he was big. She explored his body with her hands, feeling where it was uneven from the wild application of the substance, and squeezed down on powerful flanks, bulging back muscles, and an ass that had already been perfect, and was now broad with warm muscle that, when she touched it, drove her hips back down to the floor and sent her mind reeling with need as his shaft again ground its prodigious length against her folds.

"Try it. We have to try it," she gasped.

"Pull back the second it hurts." He murmured it with his usual tender caution, but in his expression and the movements of his body, it was clear he wasn't as sure as usual that he would be able to listen. Here and now, though, she was unconcerned. Her body demanded it, and knew she could receive him. Her confidence and her passion soared. So when he reared his hips back to find her entrance with the massive head of his shaft, she grappled his entire body with hers and roared her pleasure as she helped ram him inside her.

Prepared as it was with the strange lubricant Merl had spread into her loins with his tongue, her snatch took five inches of that enormous cock in the first thrust, and she felt the sudden stream of his precum in her depths from its heat and pressure. He waited two seconds for her to cry out in pain or push him away, but instead she lunged forward, bit his nape, and used her crossed ankles to thrust his damned, fabulously enhanced but useless hips for him if he wouldn't do it himself. He began a rhythm immediately, and between their need and the magical stuff soaking the space between them, an inch at a time, well over a foot of mouse cock pounded its way, impossibly, inside her, until his melon-sized nuts rested against her cheeks while he plowed forward, grunting.

A moment of clarity washed over them both and they looked down. Like ink drifting up to the surface of a glass of water, the coruscating, alien colors became visible beneath Radha's thick crotch fur, then soaked upwards into the fur itself. It spread across her in slow stains, following the contours of Merl's cock inside her, so that it colored her navel, then abdomen, and then up under her breastbone. Her breath caught as she watched. "Th-that, is not, possible," she said. "It can't..."

"How many impossible things have happened to us, Radha?" Merl said, his eyes bright. Some of the stuff seemed to have worked its way into them so that his sclera were turning dark with it. It gave him a fay, weird, enchanting appearance. She couldn't fathom what was happening to him internally, but she wanted to. And the more the stuff soaked into him, the bigger her lover was, and she knew how he loved her and was driven wild herself by the idea of how he would pleasure her.

"Let's have another, then," she purred.

In answer, he aligned his arms under her flanks, lunged one foot forward, then, when she took the cue to cling to him, got the other foot under him and lifted her upward. He could have never done that before. He had to scrabble a little to get her situated on the bed. Once he had, they shared a laugh and a warm kiss that turned feverish in a heartbeat. Merl made love like a summer storm: he always began timid and distant, not certain if he was wanted even after it had been made abundantly clear; then, in a flash, he would remember that he was a simple field mouse married to a ravishing tigress and passion would surge through him as he matched her feline ferocity. With his current size and assets, that storm took Radha in rolling waves of ardent thunder as he moved her body about with his, listening to every cry of pleasure, testing and perfecting every angle, every posture, every beat of tempo. He rolled her onto him so she could straddle him and have the moments she loved of riding him, then gripped her wrists, rolled her again, and pinned them beside her head so he could pound his enhanced girth into her again and again.

"I want you to fill me, but I want you to cover me, too, Merl," she gasped between his loving rhythms. Her body quaked as they worked it towards orgasm. She could feel the static arcing among her pleasure centers, like the cloud-to-cloud bolts that light the sky without lashing the ground.

"I... have enough... for both," he grated between teeth clenched in preparation for orgasm.

She hissed with delight at the idea. "Be my monsoon, then, little mouse," she murmured softly, and then she lifted his chin and pressed her lips against his, and then she dug her claws into his ass, demanding his climax.

Merl came in a torrent. He cried out in a rising, amplifying series of shouts and bellows as cum spewed from him in an unending, pulsating burst. It drove her to screaming, lightning-strike climax as well, and her feline yowl rose to match his ecstasy. The flow rapidly filled Radha's cunt and began splashing out of their joining, and true to his word, he - with effort - pulled free of her. All four of their hands went to his spasming cock, which not only drenched her from hips to breast the face, but did so easily. She was inundated with his output, which came out in a thick stream of the shimmering, phosphorescent goo. He wrapped his burly arms around her and pulled her in tight, like he was trying to engulf her. She grabbed his body back to hers so she could help spread the stuff across the rest of him and they rolled in his excess on their bed until both were completely and utterly coated, head to toe, barely distinguishable from one another, and panting with their impending afterglow.

And then, Merl tugged her body a little closer, and Radha felt herself... slip. She blinked, not sure what the sensation was. He rumbled, and took in a deep breath, and then before he let it out, he pulled again, and she... sank in. So soon after such a powerful climax, her brain had trouble processing what was happening, except that she felt... somehow more surrounded than she should be. Whatever that meant. The slime between them felt more viscous, or maybe it felt thinner? But it was certainly warm, as he squeezed a third time, like he was trying to pull her inside him, close all gaps between them, and this time she felt her entire left thigh, up to her butt, slip as though it had sunk into a warm pool and then... vanished.

"Merl?" she murmured hazily. He squeezed again. Her hips were pushed upward, inward, and they, too, were surrounded. He was so strong, she realized. She could barely move against him, had she wanted to. His shoulders were enormous, and his chest was enormous, and the cock crammed between their bellies was enormous, and then her right leg gradually sank upwards, inward, and he was bigger.

"Radha," he answered in a hot whisper. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed in basking afterglow. His entire body was no longer coated in tawny, modest fur, but instead was a blending, melting tapestry of twilight sky colors. He opened eyes black as the depths of the universe. He squeezed with another grunt, and she realized she couldn't feel his length between them, and her abdomen, her breasts, her lower back, had sunk inside... him. He was absorbing her, drinking her in, now that they were both drenched in this stuff.

"What is happening?" she asked. She felt like she should be more worried than this. Was this how he had felt when she'd... swallowed him whole, on their wedding night? Her upper back was gone, and then her shoulders, and her arms, and her face was pressed against his throat. It bulged and dipped as he audibly gulped, and all at once, Radha's head slipped inside his gullet. She felt weightless inside him. A drifting sensation, where everything was one temperature, one physical sensation, one underwater sound, and all shifting, stained-glass azure and violet and emerald. It smelled and tasted like her Merl, with an added sort of sweet-sour, taser-arc tang. For the barest moment, she became aware of something else watching her, noting her. She didn't have lips, but she made sure it felt the ghost of her smirk, and her faith in her beloved, before she was gone.

--

Merl woke up some time later. He was in a spacious hospital bed and covered in a thin, white sheet. Through the sheet, he could see the great lumps and curves of his loins and musculature, as well as the colors of them: tawny, with a hint of orange and horizontal slashes of jet black. He felt... powerful. He tossed the sheet aside. Some corner of his mind was filled with rising panic, but he couldn't give words to it. The room had a sink with a small mirror. He made his way to it, feeling ungainly as he walked. He was much larger than he should be. And in the mirror...

Vertical pupils. Fangs. Radha's telltale wisp of eye ridge hair on the left side. Merl whimpered. He was both of them. "Radha?"

"You're awake."

A television screen flashed to life from an upper corner of the room. On it was a Malabar ground squirrel, all twilight hues of orange and purple and gold on black. The colors were too deep and saturated. The smoothness of the fur was unnatural. The television had difficulty displaying the depth of the darkness in the hairs. His eyes were a wide, inky black. His smile was lethal.

"Welcome to the Phosphor Essence R&D department, Subject 3. Well, Subjects 3 and 4. I think? Is it just you in there, or did the tigress retain some autonomy?"

"I... you're the one I spoke to on the phone." The harsh accent was gone, but it was the same voice, without question.

"That I am. My name, you might have guessed from my appearance, is Phosphor." To emphasize it, he flicked his own arm. Ripples of light radiated across his dark body. "I would like to run a few tests, then ask you some questions about... is he going by Lily, now? I always assumed he would go by Lily if he could."

"Who is Lily?" Merl demanded. He stepped towards the screen and snarled. "What happened to my wife? I have to bring her back."

Phosphor ignored him. "Does 'Forty Days Fasted' ring a bell, then?"

Merl blinked hard. That was the wolf he'd spoken with, who'd said he would look into all this strangeness for him. He should have listened to the man.

"Oh good. The last experiment I sent out in this area never reported back. Poor fellow named Edgar. Well! Progress at last!" He smiled cheerily, waved, and cut the feed.