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When Nick Wilde walked into the police station, all eyes were on him. They usually were, but recently it's been for a very particular reason, obvious to anyone that'd gotten a good look at him lately.

Inexplicably and unexpectedly, he'd blimped out with sinewy beef, so swollen with bulk that it looked like his uniform was three sizes too small for him. It wasn't like it'd happened overnight either. Some time within the last two weeks he'd been out responding to a routine call about a burglary with his partner, Judy Hopps, when, just as they were ready to apprehend the perpetrator of the crime, he felt a prick in the back of his neck, yet couldn't find anything there when his hand involuntarily swatted the area.

He didn't think anything of it, though it remained in the back of his mind. It was only when the pair of them returned to the station with the criminal in tow did he feel something. Dizziness overtook him as a foggy haze clouded his head. He was conscious, but felt it impossible to process the world around him in that mental state. Unsure of what to do, he resigned himself to the break room with his lunch and glass of water, thinking that he was just hungry and dehydrated.

He was wrong.

Over the course of several minutes, Nick's head began to clear up, much to his delight, but his body started tingling in return. In an incomprehensible turn of events, the lithe, lanky form that he and everyone else had known for years suddenly spasmed to life, billowing out with densely-packed muscle mass before his very eyes.

It was slight at first, only one of his arms seemingly filled out the sleeve of his outfit better than it used to. He found it a bit odd, though upgrading it to 'rather bizarre' when his other arm did the same thing. In a panic, he bolted upright, swiftly giving him a view to see the rest of him begin bulging out with sumptuous heft. It must've been a dream, he thought, but he couldn't remember the last time he had such a vivid dream.

Determining that it was real took no time at all as a quick grasp of his burgeoning chest revealed how awake he actually was. Truth be told, he honestly didn't mind the abrupt changes right off of the bat. It wasn't exactly what he'd ever wanted out of himself, but too often he'd gone ignored or been dismissed by people bigger than he was. That'd be hard to accomplish now with the addition of dozens of pounds of musculature, regardless of how little had been tacked onto his body.

He didn't stay like that for long, of course. Another wave of growth hit him out of nowhere, this time stronger. In an instant, he felt his pecs bloat outwards with every breath that he took, shocking him to see how they jutted out around a foot from his chest. His arms followed suit, the ropey appearance they once had disappearing as corded muscle caked his limbs, thickening dramatically to the point that his biceps reached split-peak status.

Nick's shoulders widened, much to his shock, though he realized the purpose when the accumulation of mass skyrocketed. His neck swelled with delicious bulk, his traps flanking on either side and giving him a powerful visage as they rose to the base of his ears. The broadening of his frame allowed his chest to erupt in a display of masculinity unseen by the eyes of anyone working at the station, blimping outwards by magnitudes as his swollen pectorals entered his field of view. His heart nearly beat out of his chest at the changes; everything was happening so fast!

Like his front, his back exploded with beef, the mildly-toned musculature blowing up to grotesque proportions as the difference between his mountainous peaks and valleys fiercely surged. The hilly muscle groups bulged as muscle mass piled on, stretching out his uniform top until it couldn't take anymore and shredded in line with his spine. Alarm bells rang out when the growth didn't stop there as his lats expanded to the point where they made him brush up against the sides of door frames, giving him a winglike appearance when lifting his arms that would make birds envious.

In order to house all this unfathomable size, his trunk widened like phantom forces had gripped either side and gradually tugged, forcing him wider than he'd ever thought possible on a fox like him. He could feel the chair that he sat on start to shrink in comparison to his expansion, the back rest almost not even covering half of his torso now. His arms hung at an ever-increasing angle as they were driven away from his sides by all of his swelling beef. More and more he grew, his ballooning muscle mass creaked his frame ever so much-

The sight of his billowing enormity caused him to miss all of the squealing that the cheap plastic chair cried out into the room, signaling its failure as he crashed to the polished floor below. It stunned him momentarily before he collected his bearings and noticed how the impact didn't slow down his growth in the slightest.

Despite being what supported him, his lower half hadn't received any of the size that filled out his form. That was about to change, however, as he saw the same development hit his relatively-slim legs. What were once thighs cultivated through years of walking throughout the city flourished into rippling bunches of beef, lightly striated and capable of crushing whatever was put between them. As if to demonstrate his newfound might, the legs to his pants split down the middle as they failed to contain the swelling muscle mass held within. It seemed like he blinked and no longer had a uniform to wear.

More and more Nick's legs burst through the confines of his pants, the weakened material ripping even further as even his calves got in on the action. Both parts of his outfit lay on the ground around him in messy piles of fabric confetti, completely shredded to hundreds, if not thousands, of pieces. The only article of clothing left on his body was his progressively tightening briefs. He hoped that was the end of his expansion as he had nothing else to keep him decent.

Of course, he kept growing; he knew deep down that he wasn't done yet in spite of what he wished for.

Like the rest of his lower half, his ass positively ballooned outwards, whatever growth catalyst inside of him swelling his glutes past even the proportions of the largest of species. The dimpled globes flexed in response to the sudden surging in size, causing a blush to grace his face as it surprised him how pleasurable the action actually was. It would be the last time that he sat on any of the chairs in the station as he was easily heavy enough to crush anything not sufficiently rated to support a bull elephant.

Already on the verge of tearing asunder, his briefs held out as long as they could, stretching as far as the material would allow until the most astonishing thing of all took place - his cock grew like the rest of him did. He did his absolute best to stay as flaccid as possible, and yet it still wasn't enough to save his underwear. His swelling foxhood obliterated the fabric like punching through tissue paper, the remnants of the garment in tattered heaps below him as his endowment dominated his attention.

Nick struggled not to let his engorging shaft get the better of him, but the sensation of it swelling even beyond what he'd seen in the station's communal showers filled him with a feeling of unwanted pride. He couldn't stop it from fattening in his grasp despite his best efforts otherwise, though he felt that handling his billowing meatlog was probably the worst way that he could've dealt with it.

And what would an imposing obelisk of a cock be without a set of kneeknocker orbs to go along with it? His testicles bloated with rich, potent foxbatter, aching to be released at once. He'd edged himself plenty of times when relieving pent-up tension, but nothing could've prepared him for the arousal welling up inside of his very being. His body shifted to rutting mode without a second thought, his rod engorged with blood and throbbing in sync with his heart beat, wanting to let his inhibitions go.

So he did. With a cry of relief, his cumpipe bulged out with fresh seed and sent it spraying across the room, painting the far wall and floor leading up to it in an off-white that collected in a pool of hot, musky jizz. He moaned, embarrassed at how much he loved such a life-changing event, completely helpless to the effects of his hormones raging through his system.

The biggest orgasm that he'd ever had left him a sputtering mess of emotions that rampaged through him. He couldn't think straight during the afterglow, nor could he even manage to keep his eyes open after exhaustion hit him like a truck. He faded in and out of consciousness. His vision went blurry, fading quickly to black in spite of him attempting to stay awake - going, going, gone when his head finally hit the floor. He was out like a light.

By the time that he woke, Nick was surrounded by a mix of medical personnel as well as colleagues, thrilled that he'd roused himself from slumber, but also positively confused as to what exactly could've happened to him.

Relaying the events that led up to the miraculous transformation did little to help the matter as he, himself, couldn't pinpoint anything concrete besides the fact that he'd been hit while out on that call. Everyone was perplexed, most of all him.

He left the hospital with good news and bad news - the good news was that he was as fit as a fiddle regardless of the hundreds of pounds of muscle mass that he'd accumulated out of nowhere, while the bad news was that not a single person could explain how he'd grown or how to reverse it. For better or for worse, he was stuck like that for the time being.

Much to his surprise, his colleagues were all supportive of him. They did everything that they could to accommodate his now-cumbersome size while he adapted to permanently having to carry several hundred pounds of added bulk. It felt like it took ages before he acclimated to his top-heavy stature.

One of his biggest issues that he faced was that there wasn't exactly a uniform big enough to fit him anymore. Sure, there were ones that suited larger species just fine, but his trouble was that his proportions had grown far too immense for them to fit properly. In order to make it work, he had to tear the sleeves off entirely while having only a single button fastened under his colossal pec shelf. Pants, however, were completely out of the question, leaving him no other choice than to wear a matching speedo that barely covered his tremendous package, showing the base of his cock no matter what he did to alleviate being exposed like that. He was trying his damndest to remain professional, but he just felt ridiculous.

All in all, though, things had looked up for Nick, who didn't think that he'd adjust so easily to his life-altering changes. Sure, he was likely never going back to normal, but he could work with whatever hand was dealt to him. He was a pretty sly fox, after all.

But then the oddest development of all kicked in. His musk - which became significantly more pronounced as a result of his inordinate expansion - caught the attention of those around him, without any way for him to minimize his scent. It embarrassed him at first with how much people's eyes were drawn to him, but it came with the odd side-effect of people acting much kinder towards him. Okay, weird, but he wasn't about to complain.

There was a reason for why people were acting kinder, though - they were horny. Yes, for whatever reason, the smell of his own masculinity triggered the libidos of others.

Only men were affected, oddly enough. Nick first noticed that when questioning Judy about it, but the rabbit said that she didn't feel any differently. It puzzled him to no end, but ultimately thought nothing of it.

Then the advances came. Compliments poured in from his coworkers, all admiring his vast immensity, especially for someone of his short stature. He didn't know how he felt about it all, but his body sure did. It seemed to act on its own accord, loving the praise and adoration that he received. He, in turn, grew aroused along with the rest of them, and it took no time at all for it to blossom into full-on sex.

He'd accidentally bumped into Clawhauser while trying to wedge himself into the break room, both of their eyes wide when they realized how small the space felt with the pair of them in it. Nick did his best to move out of the way to let the cheetah through, but Ben felt more inclined to stay now that the fox was there with him.

Things raced along after that, with Nick's speedo snapping off as his boner throbbed to life. He'd never felt his urges hit him this hard, nor had he seen the cat act so needy before. But they both wanted it, badly. It took no time at all for the cheetah to bend over and let him plunge his prodigious prick deep into that tailhole, allowing him to squeeze the other man's tremendously soft cheeks and grip onto those wide hips for support.

His thrusting squished the feline's fat rear as they both mewled their desires aloud. The cheetah purred, exclaiming how good of a job he was doing as he scratched the other man's deepest itches. It became evident that the cat had experience in this as he felt that anal cavity clamp down on his girthy prick. The pressure blindsided him, spurring his libido past the peak of climax and emptying his cum tanks directly into the flabby feline.

Clawhauser accepted it all with glee, telling him how awesome of a job he'd done and how he was looking forward to more fucking in the future. He didn't know how there could've possibly more as he'd literally just had sex with a colleague at work on police property. If anything, the pair of them would be fired!

To his absolute surprise, not a single person was upset with him, instead announcing that they'd let him fuck them all as well. He could have all the sex he wanted while on the clock. This was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him!

At first. Oh, the first week was the best that Nick had ever felt in his life as he railed his coworkers whenever they asked for it, all of them feeling a newfound respect for the pintsized powerhouse who split them open. It made him feel important, like he'd found a fresh way to both help others out with their pent-up frustrations while helping him relieve himself at the same time. It seemed like the best of both worlds, and he was more than happy to fuck in between the rest of the work that he had to do.

That was until sex happened to be all that his job entailed. By the end of the second week he'd done nothing but plow the other members of the workforce, the entire station having had a go with him by that point. While he'd have considered it a point of pride in the past, the fact that he hadn't gotten a case to do in ages started getting to him. He grew antsy and bored, wanting to leave and do something else, only to be whisked away to make love to another of his male colleagues. Suddenly being the biggest stud around wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.

And the biggest problem was that still nobody knew why he'd grown so gigantic. Any time he'd ask, he'd get a nebulous response that it was being worked on by the boys in the lab, but he hadn't had a chance to check in on them to see how progress was going. If this was a temporary thing or even something that he could make happen when he wanted to, he'd be on top of the world. As it stood, Nick felt even more powerless than when he was small.

That was in no small part to how easily it was to arouse him. He tried his best to curb his libido - oh how he tried - but he couldn't help but bend another guy over and go to town on their ass. To his dismay, all of his coworkers still felt like they were helping him with his affliction regardless of him saying otherwise, but the biggest issue was that, deep down, he still enjoyed topping everyone because of how goddamn good he was at it. All he needed was his daily routine to be mixed-up a bit and he'd be golden.

Which brought Nick to the present day. He strolled into the station through its double doors, unintentionally swaggering through the lobby thanks to how his muscles undulated when he walked. He said his hellos to his colleagues as he passed them, though graciously turning down their offers to help let off some steam if he'd wanted to. If there was one thing that he should be proud of himself for, it was the fact that he controlled himself significantly better than he'd ever used to.

He ambled on over to the front desk, uniform straining to hold his monumental beef as the fabric stretched to its limits. He did his best to ignore his swollen genitals as he leaned on the counter to chat up the cheetah manning the post. "Morning, Ben. Heard any news lately?"

"Uh, nothing really worth repeating, I think. Been kind of a slow morning," Ben sighed, though perked up as seeing the tremendous vulpine jogged his memory. "Oh, Bogo asked to see you as soon as you got here."

"Of course he did..." Nick groaned, already dreading how his day would go. "I'm assuming that you'll also be wanting some action later."

"Actually," Ben rubbed the back of his flabby neck, "I was thinking that I should really cut back on that a bit."

Nick's eyes lit up when he heard that. "Oh," his mouth curved into a smile, stretching from ear-to-ear. "Okay, yeah! I completely understand your decision, and I'm totally behind you!" He felt himself die inside when he caught his error only after it left his mouth. "It! I meant, 'I'm behind it'!" He palmed his face. "Goddamn it..."

Ben nodded. "Yeah, just kinda think it's best for me. I was off-duty at the donut shop on the weekend - about the time that we normally fool around - and I'm there waiting in line when, to my absolute horror, I suddenly found myself rock-hard!"

Nick couldn't help but feel guilty, even though he'd never asked to have sex with anyone at the station. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!"

"It was mortifying, but I don't think very many people noticed," Ben blushed, apparently still embarrassed by the event. "Honestly, I think my body just got used to the routine and 'sprung' into action on its own."

"Well, I'm happy that you're actively trying to take care of yourself. But, uh..." Puzzlement scrawled its way across Nick's face. "How exactly are you gonna sexually rehabilitate yourself when you have to work here with me?"

"Don't you worry about lil' ol' me. I'm more than capable of controlling my urges!" In contrast to his confident tone of voice, Ben struggled in stifling the grimace gradually overtaking his face.

Nick picked up on that immediately, his expression turning regretful. "You're hard right now, aren't you?"

"Nickie, I could drill a hole through this countertop."

The feline's words painted a funny image in Nick's head, unable to stop a chuckle from slipping out of his mouth. "Don't lose faith, I know you've got this," he lightly rapped the front desk with his closed knuckles. "Stay strong, Clawhauser."

"Strong, yeah!" Ben called after the gargantuan canine. "Strong, just like you, and your thick arms and massive pecs..." His face nearly turned beet-red when he felt his cock thud against the underside of the counter, admonishing himself for accidentally riling himself up. "Oh, Benny, why would you do that to yourself?"

***

A quick knock on the door signaled Nick's entrance into his chief's office. "Bogo, Clawhauser said you wanted to see me?"

"Wilde!" Bogo's face lit up when he heard the voice of the enormous stud. "Yes, please come in."

Nick did just that, closing the door behind him with a foot. "I think I already know the answer, but have you heard anything back from the lab yet?"

"I'm afraid not," Bogo pursed his lips. "The boys in the lab have said that they've isolated a compound from the rest of your genetic material, but with the nature of how our physiology works, they think that the initial formula you got hit with must've metabolized since the attack because what they have tells them nothing. They're trying to come up with possible answers to determine what the original solution might've looked like."

"Great, I'm still a medical mystery..." Nick groaned, his sleeveless arms slinking down his muscular sides. "As if I couldn't feel worse about myself."

Bogo quirked a brow after hearing the fox's remark. "Tell me what's on your mind, Wilde."

"Chief," Nick sighed, rubbing a brawny arm, "I gotta be honest with you. When I took on this job, I had certain expectations of the work I'd be assigned."

"And I think we've done a good job of that. As you've proven yourself to be an outstanding officer, you've been entrusted with some of the highest profile cases that have landed on my desk since you started working here."

"Well, lately I've been feeling like my only purpose is to get everyone else's rocks off." There was truth to Nick's declaration as the amount of times that he'd stepped out of the station that week on official police business could be counted on one finger. "The sex is cool and all, but I miss the thrill of chasing down a perp and stuff. Can't I do both?"

Bogo's shoulders drooped. "Actually, you can't."

"Why not?" Nick cried out in indignation. The fabric of his uniform top groaned in protest as his muscles tensed in frustration.

"Because there's simply less crime taking place over the last little while, so there's less of a need for a police presence in the city," Bogo said. "A lot of our officers have been tasked with doing paperwork as there's nothing else for them to do at the moment. It's not like we're singling you out specifically." The fact that he hadn't been out of his office much as of late had started getting to him as well. "If anything, you should be thrilled that you have something else to do that isn't so tedious."

Nick grumbled. "At this point, I might just take on paperwork myself. It'd give all the sex meaning if I could only have it when I had free time."

"Well, I guess that's something I can make happen then," Bogo chuckled, rather bemused.

At any other time, Nick would've loathed the idea of being stuck at a desk filling out the same forms and files for hours on end. Now he couldn't have been more relieved that he got to do literally anything else with his time. "Great, I'll clean up my desk so I can get started right away!"

"Glad to hear it," Bogo smiled, though his eyes grew wide when he saw the pintsized titan turn tail to leave. "Oh, I still require your presence!"

"Right, right..." Nick slumped his boulder shoulders as he rotated on the balls of his feet. "I suppose we can't just cuddle, huh?"

"Whatever's happened to you is still affecting the rest of us. I realize that it's not entirely what you would like to do at this point in time, however, I'd be remiss if I didn't help one of my officers with their needs, regardless of what they were." The lack of extensive ventilation in his office concentrated the amount of pheromones that the vulpine gave off, making Bogo really feel heat begin to overtake him. "I'd also like to point out that I've respected your request for space and haven't pushed you to make out for almost a week now. The problem is that, until we're able to neutralize whatever it is that incites our arousal, the rest of us will have to be regularly fucked in order to clear our minds and continue on with our work," he hastily unbuttoned his uniform top, the garment snug around his own bulky musculature. "I think you find that it's reasonable to help me out since I've done the same for you."

Nick conceded, unfastening the single button keeping his own shirt contoured around his mammothian form. "Yeah, that's fair. You've been really good about this," he carefully removed the article of clothing as there wasn't anything else big enough for him in the building until the next shipment of uniforms arrived the following week. "Might make things a little awkward after we solve this, though. I doubt very many people will actually be interested in a fox built bigger than a rhino."

"Lucky for you then that I like my men robust," Bogo leered down at the shorter canine, a wry smile twisting his lips. "I think you'll find your sex life won't be completely barren." With a huff, he finally shucked his pants off, his turgid endowment threatening to punch through his precum-stained briefs.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that I won't be alone forever," Nick snickered. He'd made sure to order a significantly stronger set of speedos to wear as, even though they barely obscured anything when he was hard, he didn't accidentally snap them off during the day. They weren't very proficient at inhibiting his pre production, however.

"Fucking hell, Wilde, did that thing get bigger?" Bogo's eyes bugged out as wide as saucers when he observed the throbbing stiffy leaking copious amounts of preseed onto his carpeted floor. "What do you feed it?"

Nick heartily chuckled, if a little weary. "Only thing it's gotten is attention."

Bogo scoffed as he walked around to the other side of his desk, unceremoniously dropping his soiled underwear on the floor. "If I were a more narcissistic man, I might be upset that yours is bigger than mine is."

"Hey now, don't sell yourself short like that!" Nick gripped onto the cape buffalo's monster hog with both hands, not even able to encircle it with his fingers. "This thing's a beast in its own right. I bet an ass-plugger like this could make anyone's week!"

"Flatterer." A blush crept onto Bogo's face, a rarity that barely anyone got the chance to see. "Is it something you're interested in?"

Nick frowned. "If I didn't have this overwhelming need to get balls deep in a guy every time I'm horny, I'd love to have a go on this thing, quite frankly." As if to demonstrate that fact, he licked a strand of pre from the base of his boss' cock to the tip before giving it a kiss.

"Fair enough. We'll have to get you sorted out soon then," Bogo then assumed a stance with his hands on his desk and his ass in the direction of the fox, tail raised in the air. "I assume you know what to do."

"It's what canine's are known for," Nick's gaze narrowed at the bovine's rear end, admiring the way those dimpled cheeks flexed in anticipation of what was to come. The chief actually took really good care of himself, easily being the most muscular officer on the force before his abrupt success in taking that title for himself. The wide stature of the buffalo allured him, making him want to delve in between his boss' cheeks posthaste.

Bogo groaned aloud when he felt the fox's deft hands knead his muscly glutes. His ass wasn't exactly a major focus of his workout routine, but he certainly benefited from giving it attention, especially at a time like this. The ministrations of the vulpine sent a shiver ripping up his spine; he couldn't believe how sensitive his body was.

Nick then parted the cheeks in his grasp, eliciting another low moan from the bovid in return. The chief's own musk - earthy and masculine - wafted from that nether region, inciting his libido to surge with animalistic thrill as he inhaled everything that came his way. It drove him into a passionate frenzy, and he dove right in.

The feeling of the canine's slender snout wedged between his beefy globes sent Bogo manic, gripping onto the edge of his desk, his fingernails just about leaving marks in the wood. He felt his body convulse from the sensation, his thick muscles tensing up as the vulpine ravished his quivering tailhole. He couldn't remember a time when he felt this submissive, but he'd ride his urges out until there was a way to suppress them.

Like he hadn't eaten in months, Nick lasted his tongue against the other man's pucker with gusto. The heady aroma of beefcake buffalo electrified his nerves, forcing his snout in as deep as he could push it. He let out slight grunts as he ate his boss out, fervent need coursing through his veins. It felt like his body was on fire.

Bogo, meanwhile, melted into the anal onslaught, totally willing to let his inferior have his way with him however that may be. As nice as it was, however, it got him feeling empty, needing something to sate his hunger. He wanted to be filled. "I think I'm ready for the real thing now," he grunted out, reaching out to the canine to try and get the shorter man's attention.

Nick felt like he'd just come out of a trance when the bovid jostled his rippling shoulder. "Oh, uh, sorry," he sputtered, shaking his head to come back down to earth. "I lost myself there for a second."

"No worries, Wilde," Bogo lowly chuckled, "I was enjoying it thoroughly myself. I just think it's high time that you show me what you're fully capable of, wouldn't you agree?"

"Fuck, I've been waiting to hear that," Nick snorted, his leviathan cock dripping like a leaky faucet. He stopped, though, as he only just realized that the height difference between the two of them would pose a bit of a challenge. Nevertheless, he steeled himself in preparation, launching himself at the cape buffalo's back with the understanding that he'd rail his boss over the desk, only for the pair of them to fall backwards with him being quick enough to shift himself into the right position to land on his feet, accidentally taking a ton of bovine muscle mass with him.

The abrupt addition of hundreds of pounds of canine bulk startled Bogo into losing his footing, sending him reeling backwards against his will. He expected himself to become acquainted with the floor, only to see that, somehow, he was fully suspended in the air, and it took a few moments for the realization to kick in that the fox was actually holding him. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Nick?!"

"I messed up, okay?" Nick grunted, shifting his feet around to better support carrying all that weight. It did give a great idea, though. "Honestly, let's just work with this."

The thought of being dropped onto the vulpine's fat schlong intimidated Bogo at first, though it intrigued him as that was something that only he'd been able to do to others; he'd never had the chance to have someone else do it to him, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity. "You know what, I'm willing to try this if you are."

"Glad to hear it," Nick snorted, his hands firmly wrapped around the bovine's hamstrings. He couldn't see what he was doing thanks to the broad frame of the buffalo blocking everything in front of him that his pecs didn't already, but he'd gotten enough practice fucking other men at this point to know how to do it without looking. Carefully, he eased the heavier man's ass upwards in order to reach the tip of his pulsating pole, his arms flexing more than double their size as he struggled trying to lift his boss. "How can someone who eats nothing but plants be so heavy?"

"Oh fuck!" Bogo sharply inhaled as he felt himself get whisked higher into the air. "Doesn't matter how heavy I am when-" The head of the shorter man's cock contacted his winking picker, smearing gooey pre all over his delicate ring of muscle. "God, fuck me!" He blurted out in an admittedly whorish fashion. "Doesn't matter when you can pick up a cruiser."

With deliberate movements, Nick positioned the bovid's spread-open hole above his monumental pillar. "A cruiser might be easier," he said, relaxing his muscles and letting gravity do the rest of the job. Without warning, he dropped the cape buffalo, his cock slithering up the other man's asshole as slimy preseed lubed up the way.

"Gah!" Bogo gasped, his nerves alight as the sudden anal intrusion impaled him deep into his bowels. His eyes instantaneously screwed up before he regained his composure, now pleasured by having his hole plugged by the canine's dick. "Yeah, that's it..." He moaned.

Nick, surprising even himself, kept hold of the bovine well, handily gripping onto the heaviest member of the force like he could anyone else. His libido then got the better of him, causing him to begin thrusting into his commanding officer, slow at first before he built up a good rhythm. This would put his grotesque physique to the test, but he was certain he'd pass with flying colours. He hadn't met anything that could best his impossible strength yet.

Bogo, on the other hand, got to experience something that he rarely did in his life. It was as if the itches deepest into his core were being scratched by the shorter male, both reaching farther into him and stretching him open wider than any toy could ever do. He relished the pounding given to him by his inferior, content to let the vulpine take the lead.

A testament to his tremendous power, Nick's feet remained planted as he reamed his superior like there was no tomorrow. He bucked his hips hard, slamming the buffalo's globular ass down onto his pelvis as his crotch rocket plunged as deep as it could go. His pendulous balls crashed into the other man's though neither minded; they both loved the feeling.

The sensation of not being able to touch the ground was surreal to Bogo, and only heightened the experience of being pounded in the ass. His muscles tensed with every hump, flexing his chest bigger than what the fox used to be. He only then realized how he'd never had sexual relations with any of his officers, and yet that's basically all that's been done around the station. Truthfully, he didn't know whether or not that was the worst thing in the world, but the thought of it somehow getting worse than that was always on the back of his mind. At least when he was thinking straight, that is.

Nick gritted his teeth as he continued his pistoning into the bovid's tight rear entrance, loosening it up tremendously to fit him better. Despite that, those inner walls still had no issue clamping down onto his throbbing foxhood like a vise, adding resistance that only a man of the chief's calibre could produce. If he could pick a favourite of the men that he'd slept with since his ascension, it might just be his boss.

Bogo was on cloud nine as the canine jackhammered into him, his tongue lolling out as his prostate got flattened. The red-furred colossus seemed to press all of his buttons at once without trying. He couldn't stop the low moo from escaping his throat, rumbling in his chest. Very few people got him to do that, and he hoped that the rest of the force hadn't heard it; he'd never live it down if they did.

Nick groaned, the heady scents of the rutting behemoths mixed in the air and drove him crazy. The overpowering masculine aroma was exhilarating in its potency, causing seed production to ramp up as his massive orbs audibly churned. He found no good place to keep his face while he fucked the chief, though burying his muzzle into the small of the bovid's back got him to moan the loudest. It was almost literally breathtaking, and he craved more of it. Maybe someone being so buff wasn't such a bad thing if it meant they got to smell so good.

Bogo groaned like a cow in heat despite his vocalizations being deeper than the average bull. His fur was a mess of sweat, and the bobbing motions wicked it all in different directions, with some of it landing on the fox titan. It was as if a knot that had built up in his soul for years was finally getting released. The more that he got fucked, the more that he wanted it, but it came at a price - he was pushed closer to the edge of orgasm the harder that the canine fucked him. It wouldn't be soon before long, but could he hold out until then?

The constant lifting of the buffalo and thrusting of his hips made for a better workout than Nick had ever tried in his life. It made him feel tired, but it was the type of exhaustion that felt good - he thought he recalled someone calling it 'the pump'. Whatever it was, it fueled him to push through the soreness and claim his boss, though that might not be for much longer. He could feel his testosterone factories begin their ascent to his crotch; he wasn't going to last much longer.

Time seemed to slow down to Bogo the more that he tried to edge himself, his eyes screwing shut as the pressure inside of him built. He could feel how taut his taint was without touching it, and he could smell the need wafting off of the both of them. The pheromones permeated his office, leaving him inhaling them with every breath. It wore down his resistance like nothing else.

Nick found himself panting up a storm the closer that he got to climax, the pumping of his titanic tool tapering off faster than he thought it would. His shaft was slick with his juices, fully slathering up the bovid's hungry hole. He couldn't go on much further; one last buck was all that he could manage before he cried out loud, his cumpipe bulging with virile foxbatter as his floodgates burst wide open.

Bogo didn't have time to react to the immediate deluging of his bowels as his own sexual high put him in a daze that he couldn't force himself out of. Instantly, he felt untold litres of jizz torrent into his anal cavity, painting his inner walls in an off-white. The heat radiating into his flesh caused a chain reaction in himself, letting loose the dam that he'd tried to hold back and unleashing everything that his swollen balls made since their last encounter.

Nick was beside himself in ecstatic bliss, the euphoria pounding through his body as it throbbed like one giant heart beat. He made sure to slam his shredded pelvis flush against the bull's muscular mounds, his girthy fuckmeat plugging the other man to the point where nothing blasted from his cum tanks could pour out. Part of that was because he wanted to give the cape buffalo as much of his spunk as he could, and the other part was because seed was a pain in the ass to clean up, and he didn't want the chief to have to take care of more. He knew for a fact that he'd be the first one called to help.

The pleasure pulsing into Bogo with rope after creamy rope of cum just about made him pass out, but he held on strong as he had a feeling that any unexpected movement would send the both of them hurtling to the ground. He rubbed the side of his face as his own prodigious member geysered out jizz like a firehose against a wall. When he was in more of a position to, he'd have to see if there was someone who knew a faster way to clean up all of the loads that regularly got shot out around here; it was far too painstaking for his crew to have to deal with that on top of their regular work.

Once fully spent, Nick sighed as heat inside of him dissipated, leaving him feeling satisfied as he'd finally quenched his urges. That came with a problem as exhaustion overtook him, leaving him suddenly unable to keep the buffalo aloft. It took some careful manoeuvring, but he managed to help his chief land safely on his feet, though it left them both a little wobbly from the experience, especially when he pulled his cock free with a lewd squelch.

Bogo stumbled, trying his best to stay upright as he gripped onto his desk for stability, nearly taking the piece of furniture with him and knocking a few things to the ground. "That was good," he panted, his chest heaving with every laboured breath. "I needed that."

"Thanks!" Nick beamed, tumbling to the ground with a thud as he lost his footing. "I aim to please," he said as he rubbed his sore ass, feeling his diamond-hard muscles tensing at the touch.

"Oh fuck, I can finally think straight again. I barely got anything done since I got here because my dick was all I could focus on." Tiredness also took Bogo down, though he managed to stay upright thanks to his foresight in using his desk for support. He had a look around his office to inspect for any possible damage, and was surprised to see that, in spite of more loads of his cum pooling on the floor than most men managed to make in a week, barely anything else needed attention. That was good, he liked it that way.

Tentatively, Nick tried to force himself upright, barely able to do it with how much his legs were buckling. He had to laugh considering that his thighs alone were likely stronger than a good portion of the city's population, and yet they struggled to support the rest of his immensity. "Hey Chief, I had a thought."

"Oh?"

Nick gulped, unsure of how his boss might take his idea. "Listen, if we aren't able to figure out how to curb this thing in the near future, do you think we could have something installed to let me relieve myself on my own?" He sputtered, still trying to shake off the effects of his fatigue. "You know, for the times when the other guys aren't begging me to fuck them."

Bogo nodded along. "Okay, what do you have in mind then?"

"I dunno..." Nick scrunched his face up trying to think of how best to explain his oddly specific thoughts to the chief. "Perhaps something that can efficiently stimulate my genitalia in such a manner that I blow my load quickly and can get back to work, but also have some sort of collection mechanism so that I can finally stop making a mess of every room in this building. Is that something that's been done before?"

"Like a milker?" Bogo had to laugh at how familiar the description of this device sounded to him.

Nick's eyes would've fallen out of their sockets with how wide he opened them. "Yes, that's it exactly!" He felt relieved that such a device existed.

"I'll see what I can do," Bogo smirked, happy to help his afflicted officer with whatever was necessary.

Just then, the door to the office opened, causing the pair of them to turn to see who could've done it. Their eyes told them nothing until they trailed their gazes down, landing on a diminutive otter that neither of them had expected that day.

"Oh gosh, what happened here?" He sputtered, unable to process the sight

"Hello, Mr. Otterton, you've, uh," Bogo coughed, not used to the general public seeing him sans clothing, "caught me at a bad time."

"Yes, I believe I have. I just-" Emmitt crumpled his nose, even grasping it with his hand as he recoiled his head out of the room. "Oh jeez, what's that smell?"

Nick felt his cheeks burn a scarlet red as he had no idea how to even explain the events that just transpired. "Well, um, you see-"

"Nick Wilde, what happened to you?!" Emmitt gasped when he saw the imposing visage of the behemoth fox, his brain short-circuiting as it failed to understand what his eyes told him. The vulpine that he recalled from a month ago was a lithe creature with a sly glance that could charm the pants off of anyone, and while the charisma remained, he hadn't expected to see the other man with an overly muscular stature that gave even the cape buffalo a run for his money.

"It's been a long two weeks, Emmitt," Bogo sighed, collecting his uniform. "I assume you're here regarding your planter box again."

"Yes, someone's been rooting through my herbs this week!" Emmitt gulped, trying, and failing, to keep his eyes focused on the reclothed bovid and not on the titanic tod. "I-I was just hoping that I'd hear from you soon."

Bogo sighed, fastening every button on his shirt save for the top one. "Well, you wouldn't be hearing from me, specifically. Also you came here yesterday with this; we might be good at our jobs, but even we can't work that quickly."

"Right, right..." Emmitt nodded, planning when best to check in again. "I-I'll keep my ears peeled for a report then. I, um..." As if the indisputable evidence of fucking had finally gotten to him, he felt his blood rush down to his nether region, his face growing flush out of embarrassment. "I sure hope you don't perceive this to be rude, but it appears that, um... I'm rather erect right now."

"Shit..." Nick buried his face in a hand, the motion causing his traps to bunch up and make his ears flick when contacted.

"Never a dull moment around here..." Bogo palmed his face as well. "Alright. Nick, you go take Emmitt down to the break room and help relieve his tension, ideally as discreetly as you can or else you'll alert the others and be there all day." He was about to lean back in his chair when he watched the mammothian vulpine just about strut out of his office as naked as the day that he was born, his intensely muscled ass on display for him to behold. "Ah, ah, not without your uniform!"

***

Nick groaned when he noticed that someone had scribbled out the 'L' in his last name on the shift calendar. "Bunch of comedians around here, it seems."

"So, uh, if you don't mind me asking," Emmitt couldn't stop himself from eyeing up the hugemongous fox, seeing red fur stretched over an inconceivable physique that he doubted even the professional bodybuilders in the city had dreamed of, "what exactly happened to you?"

"I've been asking the same question for two weeks now!" Nick let his frustrations come out. "If I only had to deal with certain parts of this, it would be awesome as hell. The whole package is just kind of annoying."

Emmitt rubbed his chin as the canine spoke. "I see." As much as he'd love to continue chatting with the other man, he felt his needs bubbling up within him. "You don't mind if we-"

"Yeah, of course." With a sense of duty, Nick removed the sole button to his makeshift A-shirt, then shucked off the speedo that he felt was almost unnecessary as it barely left anything to the imagination anyway. "You just about ready there?"

"Oh jeez, you're quick!" Emmitt exclaimed, picking up the pace as he'd only removed his tie so far. He felt another rosy blush make its presence known as the canine stepped in to help him strip out of his sweater and slacks, leaving his underwear for himself. "I, uh, haven't really done this kinda thing before with anyone but my wife."

Nick giggled. "It's fine. The rest of us are in the same boat here."

Steeling his nerves, Emmitt dug his thumbs under the band of his boxers and tugged them down, revealing his turgid otterhood to the beefcake. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I don't know what's come over me today."

"Hey, you're alright," Nick offered the flustered lutrine a warm smile. "You're this way because of something to do with," he gestured to his enormity, "all of this. We've been dealing with our flaring urges for half a month now, so we can empathize."

Emmitt nodded, a little bit of confidence showing through on his expression. "Yeah, okay." Just then his nose twitched, sensing an aroma that he discovered that he liked coming directly from the fox. "Oh wow, Nick, you smell incredible!" He drew closer to the canine Adonis, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he let his nose guide him. The sight of the other man's bulk made blood pump through him faster, especially as his muzzle grew nearer to the behemoth's chest. And then in no time flat, he buried his snout directly in between the veritable boulders of the vulpine, the heat emanating off of them fogging his glasses.

"Heh, someone's eager!" Nick smirked at the enthusiastic mustelid diving into his beef. He couldn't say much, he did the same thing when he had time to himself.

The vigourous scent of the titan was overwhelming in his intensity, though he could feel his body crave it the longer that he dug into the musky fur. All that stopped when he felt something large and solid softly whack him in the chest, unsure of what it was until he pulled his face free. "O-Oh my!"

"Ah, yeah, I'm, uh..." Nick laughed. "I'm sort of a big boy now."

"This thing's practically as big as I am!" Emmitt's natural curiosity bloomed as he inspected the tumescent shaft all over. "I think it actually might be!" His head whipped to the canine, a look of worry adorning his face. "You aren't thinking of having intercourse with me with that thing, are you?"

"Perish the thought," Nick assured with an encouraging smile. "You're in no condition to take me in the slightest. I thought I'd actually let you figure out what you wanted instead."

That got Emmitt to relax, though his face lit up. "Oh, in that case..." As if he had experience in this scenario, he bent down as low as he could and tongued his way along the officer's shaft, licking up a rivulet of precum that drooled from the top of the other man's cock.

"Oh, you're good!" The sensation coming from the brown-furred otter's tongue buckled Nick's legs, his rock-hard ass slamming to the tiled floor with a thud. He was thankful that not a single crack formed as a result. "How the hell do you know what you're doing?"

"Heh, everyone's done some crazy things in their college years, right?" Emmitt shot a sly wink in Nick's direction.

That spoke volumes to Nick, who had some wild tales of his own. "Indeed, we have," he huffed. It was a first for him - normally he was the one to lead any sexual encounter here, yet he was more than happy to hand the reins over to the mustelid. It took a ton of restraint on his part, and he was hoping that he didn't default to forcing the smaller man to do what he wanted. That wouldn't be fair to the lutrine.

"I'm afraid that I haven't 'done the deed', so to say, in quite some time," Emmitt said as he fondled the gigantic log of canine fuckmeat in his hands. "I might blow earlier than expected. I hope that's alright with you."

"Believe me, I'm on a hair-trigger at all times here. I can shoot my load practically whenever I want, so it doesn't matter to me," Nick chuckled, though already feeling the effects of the otter's deft grip get to him.

Emmitt watched the colossus squirm in his grip, amazed at how sensitive the gigantic stud was. The sight loosened him up to enjoy the ridiculousness of the situation. His own length oozed pre at the same rate that the officer's did, though the amounts couldn't compare in the slightest. He sighed in bliss as he worked his magic, his hands caressing the flesh in tandem with his tongue, feeling the pencil-thick veins snaking along the surface like roads on a map.

Nick was in heaven as he got attended to by the mustelid. The sensation of such a small mouth salivating over his substantial salami felt sublime. He groaned his pleasure, his massive cum tanks belching forth more preseed for the otter as a reward for his efforts. Yeah, he could actually get used to this. "How do I taste there?"

"Mmm, incredible!" Emmitt moaned onto the titan's monolithic pillar. He used a foot to stimulate the other man's balls while he grinded his cock into the precum-slick rod, using his whole body to arouse the mammothian fox. He might not last long, but he knew a few tricks to make the gigantic canine cum fast as well.

Hands clutched over his mouth, Nick couldn't believe how well the bespectacled lutrine was doing. In a matter of moments he went from feeling alright to already on the edge of his metaphorical seat. The expert tonguework from the smaller mammal was divine, but the thing that excited him the most was seeing the other man go at him with his entire form. The slinky knew exactly what to do to push his buttons, and he was rather embarrassed at how quickly he was ready to cream himself. From his cockflesh being clenched onto, to his glans being grazed at with sharp teeth, to the provocation of his pendulous orbs... It was official, the otter made him succumb to his libido faster than anyone else managed. He oughta hand the man an award!

Emmitt felt himself fill with pride as he observed the volcano of musky cum rain down on the pair of them, making a mess of the break room as jizz splattered everywhere. His glasses needed a clean, but that was the least of his concerns as his own arousal came to a fever pitch, causing him to mewl out loud and fire his meagre load into the growing pool of cum at his feet. It might not have been much, but it was still the hardest that he'd cum in a very long time.

Nick was a total wreck of emotions as he tried in vain to recall how such an unassuming figure made him bust a nut so goddamn fast. He had to brace himself with his hands, leaning back to allow his chest room to expand while breathing. Not a care in the world entered his mind as he sat there, basking in his afterglow, though things wouldn't stay peaceful for long.

"Uh, Nick?" Emmitt gulped as he observed his arm blimping out with sinewy beef, already magnitudes larger than what it was before.

The view in front of Nick might've been one of the hottest things in any other scenario - well, most, he figured - but what he saw rang alarm bells in his head so loud that he almost wondered if the rest of the station could hear them. "Emmitt, are you okay?!"

Seeing the fox freak out put Emmitt on edge, who gulped when he saw his pectorals begin to dominate his field of view. "What... what's happening to me?!" Already top-heavy, his back swelled with delicious bulk, forcing his traps to swallow his neck and his lats to flare out like wings.

"The same thing that happened to me for some reason..." Nick froze in place as he witnessed the mustelid's expansion, feeling utterly helpless as the panicked otter continued bloating larger seemingly out of nowhere.

"You don't know why?!" Emmitt blurted out, his heart nearly beating out of his barrel chest as his abs tightened, then ballooned out into a solid core, giving him a tortoise shell of a gut that neither of them had ever seen before. It was as if his body was so small that there was nowhere else for the additional bulk to go but out.

Nick racked his brain trying to remember his own growth. "I don't know why it happened to me either. Your guess is honestly as good as mine." Even though it was true, it didn't alleviate his concerns.

As quickly as it had started, Emmitt's ascension ended, in pretty much the same amount of time the canine's did. Once he realized that he was still alive and safe, he let himself explore his newly acquired gains, taking particular interest in the shaft that just about rivaled his torso in size. "How..." He sputtered. "How did I..."

Seeing another behemoth sprout up before his very eyes cause Nick's jaw to almost drop to the floor. The other man was the spitting image of him, just on a shorter otter's body. He could see the resemblance - the same massive pecs; the same gigantic arms; the same rippling quads; the same swollen ass; and the same colossal, constantly dripping cock. Just about the only thing that was different was the mustelid's abgut. Oh, and those glasses - he actually thought that those made the hulking mammal look rather cute.

But regardless of whether or not he liked what he saw, it was a development in the case that he had to report. He scrambled to the wall-mounted phone, dialing his commanding officer's number and waited to hear the buffalo speak before saying anything. "Chief, you gotta come down here and see this!"