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Well, you guys, here it is. I posted the first chapter 4 years ago and have been writing this on and on ever since.

I hope you feel that this ending is a satisfactory one. I do. I have a fondness for this little saga after all these years, but I'm glad to be able to move on from it now. There are bigger things ahead.

I merged all the files together to see how big they are. Contraindications is about 77000 words. That is novel length, you guys. I accidentally wrote a muscle growth porn NOVEL.

Thanks to you all for sticking with it through all the chapters. I did feel like every one was an experiment in a way, that with each one, I'd lose some of you because I was doing something too weird or dark or different, so if you're still here, I'm kind of amazed.

I'm in talks with some people about maybe assembling this together into book form, with some bonus content (a secret!) and illustrations and publishing it so I can make a buck or two off of it, but these chapters that you've seen posted here will always be free.

If you do want to support me in some way, please check out my non-porn novel, Smiley and the Hero. It's at AC this month, or you can grab it online at http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=494

If you've already picked it up or read it, an honest review on Furplanet, Rabbit Valley, or Amazon would help a lot. Your support is of course greatly appreciated. And if you don't, I won't tell you what the secret ingredients are that made Matt grow so big, available from your local supplement store! (kidding!)

Thanks again, guys, for reading. It's your comments, faves, and support that kept me writing this for so long, and it's because of you guys I finished it.

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There was a loud thump. Saul opened his eyes. Something was hard under his cheek. The table. He'd fallen asleep on the table. His head swam with the dizziness of alcohol. He'd probably had too many martinis before the otter woke up. He frowned. Something. The otter. Matt. Matt was in his basement right now. How long had he been passed out on the table? He glanced over at the clock. It had been nearly an hour since he'd left the otter downstairs. Shit. He better not have started without Saul. But no, probably the tranqs would have slowed him down a bit. Saul got to his feet, picking up his martini glass. He'd come up here for something. What was it? Caramel sauce, that was it. If he was going to record this, might as well make it a good one. He grabbed it and swayed back to the basement. Shit. So much vodka. He opened the door down to the basement.

Hot air rushed out, heavy with the scent of sex. Damn it all, he had started without him. The scent moved through his lungs like electricity, made his nerves tingle, made his breath hover in aching anticipation at the edge of his lips. He stepped down the stairs.

And dropped the caramel sauce, only barely having the wherewithal to hold onto his glass. Across the room stood a giant, his ears brushing the eight-foot-high ceiling, his body impossible, monstrous, filled with muscle, bulging with titanic strength. From one tightly-manacled wrist, a chain dangled, clinking as it was raised and lowered by a powerful paw that was stroking the biggest cock Saul had ever seen. The otter's other wrist was still bound to the wall, held there by strands that seemed a mere inconvenience to him, the massive shoulders and arms looking capable of snapping it free as casually as they might break a thread, each bulge of muscle twitching with barely contained strength, bigger than watermelons. The hulking beast was nearly as wide as Saul was tall. How could he have grown so much, so quickly? The protein bag was empty; he'd apparently drained it.

Trembling, Saul descended to the bottom of the steps, and when he stepped forward, the huge beast turned, staring at him. "Saul?" it said. Its voice was rich and rumbling, with a lower, persistent growl, and the room seemed to shake when it spoke. Its brow furrowed. "I was... I was going to leave. Run home. But I just needed to ease the pressure." It stepped toward him, and the chain tugged at its still-bound arm. It looked toward its shoulder, frowning, and gave an almost casual pull. With a crack, the chain pulled free of the wall, ripping free a chunk of cinder block with it. Matt lifted a leg that looked powerful enough to crush a vehicle flat beneath it, and with a little kick tugged the chain binding it out of the wall. A second kick freed its other leg.

It came toward him, and Saul could feel himself shaking more violently. It loomed over him, igniting old flight instincts. He felt his ears go back, his fur bush out. He hunched, fighting the urge to turn and scamper up the stairs, and instead reached up with one paw, turning his head back to look up at it. Its huge torso expanded with its slow, deep breaths, chest shadowing his head. He was only nose-level with the top of its abs, but those were obscured by its jutting erection. He leaned forward to give it a lick, but then the huge beast crouched toward him. He almost yelped and darted backward in sudden fright, but he held his ground. One huge arm moved toward him, a paw gripping around his chest more tightly than was comfortable, the digits as unyielding as steel clamps. He clutched at the fingers and arms, legs kicking and tail lashing as he was hefted into the air.

The floor was a good two feet below his paws, and he was staring into the eyes of an otter torn by desires. "Matt," he stammered. "Matt, put me down."

The otter's brow furrowed again. It tilted its head, thick neck rippling. "You did this to me," it accused him. "You wanted this."

Saul squirmed in the grip, which wasn't comfortable at all. He felt his tail curl against something, and watched the otter's expression flinch briefly into one of unexpected pleasure. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I did, but Matt, I didn't do anything that wouldn't have happened anyway." The otter growled, his forearm bulging with a squeeze that made Saul's ribs creak. He yelped at the sudden pain, and saw surprise and regret flicker across the otter's face. Maybe there was something more than a monster in there still. "I mean, how many times did you...?" He looked around meaningfully at the puddles of cum everywhere, the drops dripping from the ceiling.

The otter appeared to consider. "Four," it said. "Maybe five."

"You see?" Saul said. "You would have been like this by the end of tomorrow anyway, the way you've been going."

"No," the beast said, shaking its head. "No, I could have... stopped somehow. Done something." It narrowed its eyes. "I should punish you for what you did to me."

Saul's pulse quickened, though from fear or excitement, he couldn't tell. "You don't need to punish me," he said. "That's... you're a good person, Matt. You wouldn't do that."

The beast narrowed its eyes. Saul frantically lashed his tail again, curling it partway around the beast's cock. The huge creature shuddered in pleasure. It looked down at its shining tip, then back up at Saul. "I should punish you properly," it said, licking at its jaws.

Saul gaped, pushing more urgently at the fingers gripping him. "Matt, no." He looked back at the tip jutting up before him. That shaft had to be four inches in diameter. It would wreck him. "Matt, that thing will hurt me. You can't... you don't want this."

The otter lifted him higher, hunger burning in its eyes. The drugs were working on it quite plainly; he could see the urgent intensity in its expression, its inhibitions burned away. It was a creature of pure desire and power, consumed only with thoughts of its urgent need for the moment. "I do want it," it growled. "I want to fuck so much, so hard." It shuddered in lust, and more precum spilled out of it. It moved him toward its tip, its grip unyielding. It was just going to shove him down on top of it.

"Matt," he begged in panic. "Please, no, please. I don't want this. Don't do this to me." His body called him a liar: up from his sheath jutted his slender, aching shaft. The pheromones were working on him now, he could feel it. An hunger was growing inside him. He tightened his tail around the cock below him. It was huge. It was too big. But it would feel amazing, wouldn't it, stretching him as wide as he'd ever been stretched, stuffing inch after inch into him, filling him deeper and deeper, his own weight pulling him down around it as he was impaled by it. "I don't want this," he breathed again, but it was a lie.

He felt his hips rock toward the beast's slippery shaft of their own accord, trying to contort his body up and onto it. "I want this," he said suddenly. "I need it." He squirmed in the powerful grip. "Please, Matt. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Punish me for what I did to you. Show me all that power. Show me what you can do with it."

The thing that used to be an otter frowned. Uncertainty fell across its face. It lifted him higher, nestling that broad trunk of a cock between his thighs. It held him there for a moment, tantalizingly close to pushing into him. A splash of preseed soaked the fur on his ass, its heat sinking into his skin. He tried to shove himself downward onto it, tail lashing. "Please," he begged it. "Punish me. Show me how mighty you are. You're not an otter anymore, Matt. You're not even mortal. Just look at you. You're a god now. Matt. Show me your divine retribution."

Emotion warred across the otter's face, conflicting desires evident. It lowered Saul down until he could feel that fist-sized tip beginning to spread his rump. "Yes," he groaned, excitement lancing through his mind. He should be concerned, he thought. Afraid. But he wasn't. He just wanted to be fucked. And he would lay it on just as thick as he had to to make sure that happened. "Yes, lord. Do what you desire tells you. You're a god, a divine being. You should use us mortals as you see fit. It's all that matters, your desire. All that matters is you."

The beast froze then. It stared at him, its eyes wide. It looked around the room, and then down at itself, and then, suddenly, put him down. He stumbled on the floor and then slipped in a stick puddle and fell backward onto his hands. What had just happened?

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "Come on, fuck me. Now!"

It snarled and took a step back away from him, chains dragging on the ground, erection bobbing and flicking drops to the floor. "No."

No? How could it say no with that much sex juice flooding its system. "Matt, you know you want to." He rolled to hands and knees, lifting his tail and arching his back in a practiced motion. "You know you want this." He looked back over his shoulder at the monster.

Its gaze flickered down to his rump, and he saw it twitch as if moving toward him. Then it shook its head. "No, I don't."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nobody could say no after taking the stuff he'd given the otter, nobody. "Yes you do!" he protested. "Look at your cock. Look at... look at all of you. You're made for sex. Every ounce of you is craving it. You'd do anything to fuck, anything."

The beast looked down at its hulking frame. "Yeah," it said. "But not with you."

Saul's face was hot with desire and fury. Not with him? How dare it say that? He deserved it. He'd earned it. "You're going to do it," he said, spluttering with frustration. "Or I'll say you attacked me. The place is covered with your cum. You tore chains out of the wall. You're a monster, and everyone will think so. You think they'll treat you like one of them? They'll throw you in prison. They'll cage you like the beast you are. I'll see to it. If you don't do what I want right now, I'll turn those recordings in to the police and get them to hunt you down. You'll be lucky if they don't just shoot you on sight."

The beast growled at him furiously, and then paused. "The recordings," it said. It turned away from him, looking at the camera on the tripod, the red light blinking atop it. Because, of course, Saul hadn't wanted to risk missing a minute of that otter fucking or growing. Damn it! How could he have forgotten that? It picked up the camera and tripod in one meaty paw, then stripped the tripod away and tossed it aside, its metal legs clattering against the far wall.

"Wait, no." Saul scrambled backward, getting to his feet. "That's... it hadn't started recording yet, Matt. There's nothing on there. Don't... just... put it down, you're going to crush it."

The beast turned to him, showing its fangs in a terrible grin. "Oh, I'll be real careful with it," it rumbled. "Don't you worry about that." It stepped past him, then, heading toward the stairs up and out of the basement.

Panicking, Saul lunged after it, grabbing at one of its forearms and clinging. "Matt, gods damn it, give me that fucking camera. You can't do this. I'll hunt you down again. You... you fucking owe me, Matt. I can tranq you again. I can still send out that footage. Something could happen to you. Something could happen to Stetson-"

With a snarl, the beast whirled on him and leapt at him, knocking him to the floor as if he weighed nothing at all. He was underneath it then, one massive paw on his chest, pressing him to the floor, crushing the wind from his lungs with its impossible weight. He'd gone too far. Way too far. Its huge body expanded over him with its panting breaths, and it leaned down until the hot puffs of air dampened his muzzle fur. He tried to croak Matt's name, but he didn't have the air. Stars started to flash in front of his eyes. His paws beat feebly at a forearm bigger around than his own chest. He was going to die.

Then, abruptly, the beast let him go, standing up over him. Its bristling fur settled down, its ears went back, and it took a step backward. It turned and started back for the exit again, and this time, Saul had no intention of stopping it.

He took in huge gasps of breath, leaning up, dizzy. Matt ignored him, climbing the stairs, but the wooden planks snapped and caved under his weight. He gripped the railing, trying to climb up the sides, and with a splintering, crunching sound, the whole staircase broke to one side. The thing was too heavy for it. Undeterred, it reached up and pushed at the door, which was well within its long reach. Then it gripped both sides of the doorway and heaved itself up through, pushing off with its paws. Its shoulders slammed into either side of the frame, breaking it and punching through the drywall. The beast thrashed, trapped for a moment in the small doorframe, and then forced its way all the way through. It left a huge hole behind it where the doorway once was, and then the sides sagged in, caving, and the doorway collapsed.

Shaking, Saul got to his feet. He left sticky prints as he stumbled across the floor. In the room above, he could hear Matt stumping around, the basement ceiling shaking, dust drifting down. The stairway was utterly destroyed and unusable, and even if he could stack up bits of it to reach the doorway, he couldn't get through any time soon.

Cold realization of what he'd done crept through him. He'd kidnapped and drugged someone. He'd threatened extortion and blackmail. And now the otter was free, with a video camera full of incontrovertible, impossible proof. He slumped against a wall, feeling sick to his stomach. He could go to prison. Or maybe he'd pissed off the otter enough that one night it would just jump him in a dark alley and pound him into a smear. But no, the beast was sex-crazed, and growing more than any frame could hold. Give it a day or two, and it'd be so built up it wouldn't be able to move. Maybe its chest would even grow big enough to seal its damned muzzle closed so it couldn't speak a word.

Except it had that video camera. Stetson, at least, would see it. Saul was doomed. He sagged down against the wall in defeat. And to make matters worse, he was trapped in this room reeking with sex until he could figure a way out. He wasn't in the mood at all, but still, his erection ached. "Would you just go down already?" he snapped at it. It just strained harder than ever.

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Free. Matt was free. He stood up in the hallway and hit his head on the ceiling, but it didn't hurt. He crouched, and looked up to see a dent there. The hallway wasn't wide enough to let him move down it normally, so he had to turn to the side and squeeze along it to get into the living room. He looked down at the front door to Saul's house, wondering how he was going to fit through it. He thought he remembered French doors off of the kitchen, so he squeezed his way back down the hall, his shoulders and back knocking pictures off of the wall with crashes, one leg crushing a small table as if it were made of popsicle sticks. He looked down at the fragments, and saw, next to it, the tranquilizer gun and a little clear plastic case full of darts. It wouldn't do to leave those with Saul. He picked up the gun and snapped it between his paws like a matchstick. The dart case he took with him and made his way to the end of the hall.

In the kitchen he could breathe easier, and was gratified to see there were, in fact, double doors there. He crouched and gave one knob a tug. It opened with a splintering sound, a deadbolt tearing through the wood. He blinked at it in astonishment. He hadn't even realized it was locked. This was going to take some getting used to. The doors swung open (one listing to the side and scraping against the floor a bit), and he crouched to step out, and then paused.

Something wasn't right. That was it. He was naked. He wasn't hard anymore, for the moment at least, but naked still. He was going to draw attention no matter what his condition, but there was no point in getting obscenity charges. He cast about for something he could use to cover himself. He wasn't sure where Saul had put his clothes, if they would even fit him now. A towel would be too small. Maybe a bedsheet? He scanned the room, and his eyes settled on the floor-to-ceiling white curtains to either side of the doors. One of those would do nicely. He gave one a little tug, and the curtain rod popped off the wall. Oh well. He wasn't feeling too bad about Saul having to do repairs just now. He pulled the rod out of the curtains, having a little trouble pulling at it with his thick fingers, and then tied the curtain around his waist. He checked himself over, hitting his head on the ceiling when he leaned up. He looked pretty silly, but at least he was decent.

He stooped down and crept out of the kitchen; even though his head cleared the doorframe, the mounds of muscle across his back struck and cracked it. Oh well. It hadn't been his idea to grow huge inside Saul's house... exactly. He stood fully upright, stretching out, feeling for the first time his body's breadth. The world looked so much smaller, now. He could see easily up onto the roof of Saul's house. It looked almost as if it were a playhouse, made for a child. He went around the back and through the wooden gate, only to smash it as he tried to get through.

At the side of the house, Saul's pickup blocked his way. It seemed a trivial impediment; he crouched down, gripped the back bumper, and lifted the rear end of the truck easily into the air. Bracing his feet, he pushed forward, the truck skidding along the ground, step after step, until he had pushed it out of his way entirely. He had just picked up a truck. He felt a giddy sort of elation. He dropped the rear end and the little vehicle bounced in place.

He could feel the rush of libido coming back, and whatever drugs Saul had given him were beginning to make his mind a little foggy. He needed to get home. The sun looked like it was still high. Stetson probably wouldn't be back yet. He stepped past the truck and looked down the street. There were pedestrians staring at him. A car had stopped mid-traffic and people were gaping through the windshield at him. He needed to get out of here.

He turned in the direction of home and began to run. His first bound sent him sailing through the air, his arms waving as he leaped much farther than he was expecting to, and the sidewalk plates cracked under his toes when he landed. He felt so light when he walked. Only the terrific pressure of weight on the pads of his feet betrayed his weight. Something fluttered behind him; his sheet was coming undone and blowing in the wind like a dress. Embarrassed, he tied it around his middle like a loincloth so that all the objectionable bits were covered. His fingers brushed across his sheath as he tied, each of his huge balls cradled by the soft fabric, making his lust surge again, making his cock push farther out. He had to get home quickly. He tried running again, and this time was more prepared for the leap forward. His thighs weren't well-suited for a steady run now; they crowded each other too much, and he found himself moving in a series of long bounds, sailing through the air, landing on both feet, crouching a bit, and bounding again. The sidewalk kept cracking beneath him, and telephone poles and fire hydrants got in his way, so he ended up running on the street. He tried to ignore the people around him as he bounded by: pedestrians crying out in surprise, some dashing the other way, cars skidding to a stop when they caught sight of him. After a few minutes, though, it was obvious he was causing a disturbance. He really, really didn't want to see any police right now, so he detoured, taking back streets as much as possible, running down alleys.

He passed fences no higher than his knees, houses and cars that looked like toys, some of whose alarms went off as he thundered by them. He wasn't sure what size he was now, but he was definitely bigger than anyone he'd ever seen. He had to duck under low-hanging branches on the side streets, and even dip his head and not bound quite so much when passing under a bridge whose sign read "Clearance 8'0" - NO COMMERCIAL VEHICLES."

His libido was rising again. He could feel his cock sliding against his abdominals as he ran, poking up out of the top of the loincloth, and he tried to hide it with one paw, tried to focus on the road, on running, to take his mind away from thoughts of sex, of rut, of growing even larger and stronger. At this point, he thought, it would be a bad thing. His range of motion was much lower than it used to be: when he tried to brush at his muzzle, his biceps, forearm, shoulder and chest all bulged out and made the motion more difficult.

When he reached his home street, he almost didn't recognize it. It looked so much smaller than he remembered it, so much smaller than this morning. His erection was rising higher. He couldn't cover the whole thing with one hand anymore. The street looked empty, so he dashed down it. His erection was aching now, rising higher. He stepped over their house's fence and moved up to the door, then looked down at it in dismay. Of course. If Saul's house was too small, then his own would be, too. The top of his front door was below chin level. It looked like he would have trouble getting one arm through, much less his whole body. And then he'd be squeezed inside a tiny house. His shoulders slumped.

He couldn't fit inside his own house anymore. He went into the back yard and sat there glumly, his eye level over the back fence even when sitting down. He'd never sleep in his own bed again. Never put his arm around Stetson on the couch while they watched old movies. Never rock out with games on his computer. Never sip coffee with his boyfriend in their breakfast nook. All those happy little moments of a normal life were gone to him forever. He was trying to feel sad about it, but he couldn't. Another mood was rising in him, unyieldingly strong, compelled by whatever drugs Saul had given him. His erection rose. He put down everything that he was carrying and untied the curtains from around his middle, feeling better as his sac and sheath were freed. His erection pulsed higher, throbbing before his chest. It glistened with his natural lubricants. Maybe one more time would release him. Maybe that was all he needed before the drugs wore off. He leaned down and licked the head clean, and it throbbed and spat more precum toward his face. No. He would... he would lie on it, and crush the spirit out of himself with his own weight.

Turning, he lay belly down in the yard. The grass was deliciously soft against his shaft. He ground down into it. No, this wasn't working either. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky, deep blue, clouds drifting past, streaked with pink and orange in the west. He watched them, let his mind drift with them. He let himself feel at peace. Despite how he felt, though, his cock was throbbing atop him. Of its own accord, it began to flex, bouncing against his belly and chest as if possessed with a mind of its own. He tried to ignore it, but it made no difference. His balls churned and tightened. A deep, intense pleasure formed at the base of his shaft, and began rising higher and higher inside him. The drugs were going to force him to climax no matter what he did.

"No," he murmured in shock. "No, it's not fair, I'm not even doing anything, I'm not---" he clenched his teeth, his massive back arching as his hips thrust upward, and the orgasm erupted unbidden from him, seed splashing across his chest and face, soaking into the grass behind him. He erupted again, and again, hips pounding up and own, his upper body slippery with his seed, and growth overwhelmed him, sliding him through the grass, pushing his arms out so he could no longer rest them at his sides, his back elevating him up farther in the air as it thickened, his cock slithering farther up his chest.

He lay there, chest heaving with his breath, wondering how it could even have been possible for him to get any bigger. He smeared the cum out of his face with both paws, leaning up on his elbows. Could it be over now? Could he finally be done? He stared at his cock, waiting for it to feel spent, waiting for it to retreat back into his sheath once more. It pulsed. It started to go down. He sighed in relief, but then it began oozing clear fluid once more, straining back up to full erection. It ought to hurt, but it didn't. It just felt good. So intensely, overwhelmingly good. It began to throb again.

"Oh no," he breathed. "No, no, no. This can't keep happening, it can't." He pushed at it, trying to force it back down, but every touch only felt better than before. His balls, each looking the size of a cantaloupe by now, began pulsing again. There was nothing he could do. This was it. He was about to go too far. He felt the pleasure at the base of his cock once again, rising inexorably, and he looked aside.

His eyes lit on the case of tranquilizer darts. Reaching around his throbbing cock, he snatched it up. It was slippery with his pre, but he squeezed it open, and spilled out four darts into his paw. He wasn't sure how to use these things. Hopefully just getting stuck with them would be enough. His hips were starting to thrust with his overdriven mating instinct, pleasure burning at his brain. As the pleasure rose higher, as his cock flexed against his chest and strained with impending climax, he held all four needles point down in his fist and then jammed them into his thigh. He barely felt their stings. Pleasure wracked his frame; he fell back and rutted at the blue sky as he came again, white ropes sailing up past his vision. It seemed to him that they sailed higher and higher, mingling with the clouds, and that he was falling down, down, down into nothingness.

Matt stirred. Wherever he was, it was soft and peaceful. He opened his eyes and saw fluorescent light. Something small touched his chest, and he turned his head to look at it. A paw. Connected to Stetson.

"Matt?" The rabbit's eyes were wide and concerned. He looked very tired. "Are you... are you feeling okay?"

There was no one in the world Matt wanted to see more. He reached over to him and froze at the sight of his arm looming up in his vision. It was massive. How could this have happened? He rested it on his belly instead. "Stetson-" He broke off, the sound of his voice startling him, a deep, bass, almost monstrous voice. "Stetson, I... I don't know how I got here. I don't know what happened." He turned back up to stare at the ceiling, frowning through hazy, barely recalled strands of memory. "I... I was coming back. And then Saul, I think he..."

Stetson's paw stroked at his shoulder. "Hush," he said. "I know. It's okay. You're probably not going to remember a lot that happened. He drugged you. And you got away."

Saul had drugged him? Could that be true? Why would he...? Matt frowned. "How do you know what happened?"

The rabbit crouched down and stood up with a video camera in his paw. "You had this with you. It had everything that happened on it. I don't want to bother you too much right now. But basically, Saul turned out to be... um, I guess a surprisingly bad person. I don't really understand why. But he wanted to get you to, you know, to do stuff with him. He chained you up, drugged you, and you escaped." His expression darkened. "If I ever get my paws on him, he'll be lucky if I don't wring his neck. The police were going to his house, last I heard."

A little of this sounded vaguely familiar to Matt, but nothing with any clarity. Concern tugged at him. "Did I... did I..."

"Did you have sex with him?" Stetson smiled warmly. "No. You were... astonishingly, sweetly faithful. Well. In that way, anyway." He chuckles. "I heard you had a lot of sex yesterday."

A series of images flickered before Matt's eyes. "Yeah," he said. "I guess I did." The sheet rose up below his chest an inch or two. He bit his lip. "Am I okay? Can we go now?"

His mate's ears went back. "Matt, I don't think that you're aware of what..." He sighed. "The drugs Saul gave you are out of your system. It was apparently a pretty nasty cocktail. If we hadn't found you when we did..." He shook his head. "But I don't think you realize that... you're pretty big now. I mean, you're really big. They don't... no one has ever seen or heard of anyone like you. You're over eight feet tall now. You weigh more than half a ton. They had to airlift you to the hospital under a helicopter. You're actually lying across several different beds right now. They want to keep you under observation. And find out what happened to you."

"Can they stop it?" Matt asked. Half a ton, seriously? It was impossible.

Stetson shook his head. "They don't even know what's causing it. I told them what happened to you, but without a list of ingredients..."

"I have a..." Matt began, and then faltered. No. No, he had eaten it.

He scooted up in the bed, sitting up a bit. The room had curtains drawn around, but he must have been in an isolated area, as he didn't hear beeps from any heart monitoring equipment or anything. It was pretty quiet. The body sprawled out on the bed was unfathomably enormous. It didn't look real. He stared at the curtain, an ugly greenish blue. He took a deep breath, and watched his chest rise up until his chin nestled in the cleft between his pecs. "Stetson, am I... am I too big for you now? I mean, can you still like me like-"

The rabbit cut him off. "Yes," he said firmly. "Yes, absolutely."

"But I mean, can you still feel like you-"

Stetson gripped the sheets and pulled them aside, baring Matt's torso. With a little hop, he climbed up onto the bed and then crawled up onto Matt's chest. He straddled it, his arms reaching across as much of Matt's pecs as he could grab. He seemed to weigh nothing at all, so small that he couldn't even cover a fraction of Matt's torso. With both paws he took the sides of Matt's face and held him firmly. "It's you," he said. "You're amazing. On anyone else, I don't know that I'd be so excited, but this," he gestured backward with one paw, "is maybe what you've always been deep down. I love it. It drives me wild. You understand?"

Matt nodded.

"Are you too big for you?" Stetson asked, with a look of concern. "I mean, I know what you've always talked about. I know what kinds of things you look up on the Internet when you think I'm not paying attention. But now that you're this, is this... this is something you like, right?"

"It's... I know I probably shouldn't but I love it. I'm scared of getting bigger than this, but being like this makes me giddy. But Stets, I was going to ask... am I too big for you... down there?"

"Oh!" The rabbit's ears perked up. "Oh." He looked backward. "Um, sweetie, I don't know. I am pretty... good, but... you're... well, I just don't know if we can do that anymore. We could try."

Just the suggestion made Matt's cock crawl higher. It felt like it had been days since he'd had sex. It didn't have to crawl more than an inch or two before it nudged up against Stetson's pants. "Could we try now? I mean, at least just see if you can do it?" he asked hopefully.

Stetson stared at him. "Are you serious? Hon, I... you have had a hectic few days and you've just had a whole mess of drugs filtered out of your system. Ten hours ago you were passed out on our lawn. And now you want to... to..."

"I missed you," Matt smiled faintly at him. "A lot. And, well, if that's something that we can't do anymore, then I want to know now."

Stetson looked from side to side. "Someone could come in," he whispered.

"It's pretty quiet out there. And it's got to be late at night. I don't think anyone will. Um. We don't have to... you know. I just want to check. To see if we still can do it."

The rabbit snorted. "You know how you've been lately. If you get worked up, there will be no stopping either of us."

Matt grinned weakly. "I'll try to keep a lid on that." He didn't bother telling Stetson that the question of whether they could check now was about to be irrelevant. Just thinking about it was making his cock climb upward, and he felt it nudge up against the rabbit's shorts, making him start.

"Well, you don't waste any time anymore, do ya' big guy?" Stetson gave him a bucktoothed grin.

Matt chuckled. "Remember like a week ago when I wasn't interested in sex that often?" He winced as his cock kept rising, pushing more firmly up against Stetson's pants.

"It's a huge improvement, I'll say that." The rabbit lifted his rump, his spadetail flicking as he watched the pulsing pillar throb up beneath him. "Holy fuck, Matt."

Matt could feel his tip wedge up under his chest once more, the shaft bending upward as it continued to expand. With a gentle touch, Stetson slid his fingers beneath it and lifted it free, making him gasp and arch his back for a moment. He let the thick member rest against Matt's belly, the tip against the bottom of his chest, where it pulsed and strained as if it had a will of its own. Then he looked down and back along the length of it. "Fuck, Matt, it's as big as my arm. You've definitely got a prize-winner there. I doubt the world has ever seen bigger. At the very least, you've got a career ahead you in porn."

He looked back at Matt, and Matt leaned forward, meeting him almost nose to nose above the tip, which was starting to glisten. "Can we... I mean, is it still possible for you to... fit it in?"

"Well not all of it!" Stetson exclaimed. "I mean, not the whole length." He took both paws and tried to encircle Matt's girth in them. His touch made Matt's cock strain again, and a stream leaked out of the tip. Quickly, he let it go. "Hon, I just don't know. It's really thick. I... maybe if I relaxed, and really tried. Maybe I could get about half of it into me. We could try." He sighed through his nose. "But if you grow again, even one more time, I think... I think you're just going to be too big for me, permanently."

One more time. Matt heard the words with a kind of shock. Maybe, maybe one more time he'd get to fuck his own mate, and then after that, no more. It wasn't so terrible as all that, he thought. There were plenty of other things they could do besides specifically that. But still. Only one more time.

"Then let's do it now," he said.

Stetson frowned at him, his ears going back. "Now? But if you grow again, I don't think we'll be able to again, ever."

Matt nodded. "I know. And that's why I want to do it now. Stets, I don't know what's going to happen over the next couple of days, but you've seen what I'm like now. You've seen what happens. I get irresistible urges. I suck myself in my sleep. Hell, sometimes I cum without doing anything just because I'm so horny I can't handle it. It's like my balls are just making too much for me, and they have to get rid of it."

"Well, I'm not surprised at that," Stetson said, looking back behind him. "I mean, they're like grapefruits back there." He reached back and gave one a little squeeze. Pleasure surged through Matt - he arched his back and then pre spat from his tip and hit the wall behind him. He panted in sudden lust. "Sorry," the rabbit said, folding his ears again.

Matt clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the surge of desire running through him. "The point is," he said, "I'm gonna climax. Maybe not until tomorrow or the next day, but maybe even tonight, while I'm sleeping. And if there's only one more time that I can be inside you," he said, looking up to meet Stetson's eyes, "I don't want to miss it."

The rabbit's expression softened. "Oh, sweetie." He looked down at the thick cock pulsing beneath him, jutting up between his legs and arms, and back at Matt's face. He sighed. "You're right. We shouldn't miss the chance we have."

He gripped the bottom of his shirt with both paws and pulled it up over his shoulders, baring his white-furred chest, his lean, cut torso. Matt blinked at how slender and lean he looked; a week ago, he'd seemed pretty buff to him.

Stetson looked around for a moment, obviously nervous. "I hope no one comes in."

Matt shrugged. "If they do, so what? Fuck 'em."

"From the way things have gone the past few days," Stetson said in a wry tone, "that's the most likely scenario, yes. Speaking of which, you know this is going to make a mess."

Matt felt his cock straining with desire. He reached out to his mate, gripping at his sides with both paws. "I don't care," he breathed.

"Well, hold on, hold on, let me lose these pants." Stetson wriggled free and tugged down his shorts and boxers, baring a jutting pink erection that had once seemed huge to Matt. He shucked them to the floor and crouched, nude above the otter. Matt reached for him again, but he swatted his thick-fingered paws away. "You keep those paws to yourself until you learn your strength," he ordered. "Besides, if I'm going to get this in me, I'm going to have to work on it myself."

Matt nodded eagerly.

The rabbit climbed higher, and braced his knees against Matt's shoulders, his sac brushing against his chest, erection poking up past Matt's whiskers. Matt gave it an impish lick and was rewarded with a squirm from the rabbit and a drip from his tip. "Not now!" Stetson groaned. "Let me concentrate." He reached behind himself, and then Matt could feel his fingers groping awkwardly at his length, finally getting a grip on it and lifting it up. Rabbit fur was softer than any other, and it teased delightfully at his tip as Stetson nudged it up under his tail. He felt himself pushing Stetson's rump apart, furrowing through the fur of his rump until his tip was pressed up against the twitch of the rabbit's ring, and at that point he was unable to stop himself from flexing his cock again, a hot splash soaking his tip and dripping down from his mate's rump onto his chest.

Stetson started at that, and then nodded, patting his shoulders. "Yeah... we're gonna need plenty of that, big guy. Almost like your body knows you need it, huh?"

"Uh huh." Matt found he got a real thrill from Stetson calling him that.

Stetson breathed in and out a few times, with a focused expression. "Okay. Okay. Here we go." Slowly he leaned back, putting more and more pressure against Matt's tip. Matt could feel him stretching against him, steadily, but it felt almost like a pinch on his tip. He held still, trying to keep his hips from nudging upward against the rabbit. Paws clenched on his shoulders, the rabbit's teeth clenched, ears forward and twitching as he concentrated. He breathed in and out a few more times and then leaned back again. His tip pushed farther, starting to squeeze into a place that was warm, and very, very tight. Stetson's fingers tightened on his shoulders, clutching. "Oh gods. Oh gods," he groaned. He made a fist, beat against Matt's left shoulder for a moment, and then pushed back again. Matt's cock flexed, making Stetson give a low, wordless groan, and then he felt pre squeeze into the rabbit's rump; Stetson twitched in surprise, giving a little push back and a yelp, and then with a kind of pop, the whole of Matt's head was inside him. He leaned forward on Matt's shoulders, chest pressed against the otter's face as he panted, and then he pushed up again. His ring was twitching spasmodically around Matt's shaft, and Matt was having to try very hard not to push up and in. "We did it," he said through a half grin. "You're inside me, sweetie. Ugh, but I'm... I'm gonna be feeling this for a while."

He wiggled his hips from side to side and then began pushing back, gritting his teeth. It went more quickly than before, and he crawled backward as he squeezed inch after inch into him, pausing every moment or so to pant. On about his third push back he suddenly froze, groaning loudly, his ring gripping around tightly around Matt's girth, then sliding down another inch, his cock twitching as a mixture of cum and pre was squeezed out of it, spattering across Matt's face and dribbling in thick gobs down the rabbit's cock. "Gods," he groaned. "That was everything in there... you just... squeezed it out." He panted heavily and then pushed down, inch after inch, until he was lying across Matt's chest again, his slippery cock nestled between the pecs. "That's it," he panted. "That's as far as I can go."

"It feels amazing," Matt said truthfully. He gave his cock a flex and was surprised to see Stetson cry out, his rump lifting upward.

"Aaah! I, uh, it'd take some getting used to for me," the rabbit panted. "It's... it's mostly good." His paws gripped at the sides of Matt's pecs, his ears folded back, he closed his eyes, and began to grind, driving his erection up between the massive plates of Matt's chest, down along the ridges between his abs, his small body twitching and clenching against him, breath coming in half-whimpered, shuddering gasps into Matt's neck. The tight grip of his rump slid up and down Matt's cock, his passage hot, slick, squeezing, and below that, the luxuriantly soft brush of his thighs against the exposed part of his shaft, fuzzy toes tickling at his sac.

Matt kept still, letting Stetson move in the way that felt the best for him, and for once, his libido did not accelerate him to a quick climax. He wanted to roll Stetson over on the bed and ease in and out of him, but instead he just put an arm across the rabbit's back, holding him firmly to his chest, feeling him shiver and keen, nuzzling into his ears. It seemed an hour or more that they were like that, Stetson slowly rocking atop him, and after a while his movements seemed to grow easier.

"Matt," Stetson breathed finally into his chest, and then he nudged the rabbit's chin up with one paw, leaning down to press his muzzle to the rabbit's, kissing firmly. It was like kissing him for the first time, perhaps because they were now so different in size. The rabbit's fur tingled with electric sensitivity against his lips, the taste of his mouth was hot and soft and firm and sweet. Their tongues lapped against each other, his own barely able to slide between Stetson's teeth. He broke the kiss and immediately hungered for it again, pressing muzzle to muzzle once more. Stetson clenched around him a few times, shuddering, and then Matt felt his climax rising.

"Quick," he groaned. "Pull off. If I grow inside you, I'll hurt you!"

Stetson shook his head and gripped more tightly at his chest. "I don't care," he breathed. "I don't want to lose the feeling of you here. I don't want it to end."

"I don't want to hurt you!" Matt clenched his teeth. He could feel his balls tightening, his hips beginning to jump despite his attempt to control him.

"You won't," Stetson sighed, his voice sounding peaceful.

Matt could do nothing else. His heavy arm gripped tightly across his mate's back, his hips twitching as the pleasure reached its peak. And then he erupted, his cock flexing with powerful blasts that made Stetson yelp, his fingers digging into the sides of Matt's pecs, claws piercing the skin. Matt tugged him forward just a bit, trying to make more room, and then fired again and again into the rabbit, who was softly groaning.

The growth was about to come; he could feel it. Every muscle in his body was tightening. "This... this is it," he managed. "The last time." He leaned back to gaze at Stetson's face. "I love you."

"I love you too," the rabbit whispered.

He stared into the rabbit's eyes, savoring the feeling of his fur against his chest, the tight squeeze around his shaft, the rabbit's heat enfolding him, the join of the two of them together, one inside the other, the perfect intimacy. He held onto it for as long as he could. His body flexed, strained... and then relaxed. He waited for a moment. He could still feel his cock pulsing inside the rabbit, still oozing cum. He panted, a warm glow of supreme satisfaction settling over him. Nothing else happened.

Stetson looked back. "Um," he said. "Was that it? Did it, you know... did you grow?"

Matt knitted his brows. "No," he said. "I didn't. Nothing... nothing happened."

"You didn't grow?" Stetson leaned up a little bit, hope stirring his voice. "You didn't grow!"

"I didn't." Matt could hardly believe it. "Maybe it just wore off. Or maybe something in all that crap Saul gave me, maybe even the tranquilizers, had some sort of... contraindications or something."

"So this is it? This is as big as you get?" Stetson's ears twitched. "I mean, not that you're not plenty big, but... you think you're done?"

"It should have happened by now." Matt gave his cock an experimental flex, and Stetson yelped.

"Don't do that!"

"Sorry." A giddy rush of elation flooded through him. It was over. He laughed, and kissed his rabbit's cheeks and whiskers and muzzle, and Stetson sighed happily, kissing back, reaching up with both paws to tug at Matt's broad neck.

Finally, Matt leaned up, looking down at the small rabbit sprawled across his mountainous chest, about half a foot of thick pink cock sticking out behind him. "Do you, uh, do you want me to help you off?"

Stetson looked over his shoulder, twisting around Matt in a way that teased his sensitive flesh once again, and then grimaced. "I, uh, I think maybe that's not such a good idea, until you get less excited."

His libido pulsed through him. "Well, I don't think that's going to happen with you on top of me like this. I don't... I don't think I really ever lose interest anymore."

The rabbit's ears went back, his eyes widening. "You can't be serious."

"I mean, I don't need it all the time. But I'm pretty much always ready." He tried pulling his hips back a little, and Stetson gasped through clenched teeth. "Is it... I mean, was it really that bad?"

Sharp claws gripped at his neck as Stetson's fingers tightened. "No. I mean, it was... it was rough. It felt good, mostly." The rabbit's ear tips brushed against Matt's face as the rabbit looked down at the soaked fur across his chest and abs, and he nipped at one playfully. "Obviously." Stetson twitched and flicked his ears away again. "But I think with a little practice, I can get used to it, and it will be all good."

Someone pulled the curtain open behind them. He saw a bored-looking badger step halfway in, and then stare in shock. "Oh! Oh my g--! Oh, sorry!" She darted backward in a hurry, pulling the curtain closed. They could hear footsteps running quickly away.

Matt laughed, his deep voice booming, chest bouncing Stetson atop it.

Stetson poked him in the chin. "Are you positive that's you, Matt? You used to be so shy, embarrassed! I mean, she's probably going to go report that. And I'm... I don't think I'm ready to get off of this yet. Maybe a few minutes more."

Shrugging, the otter answered, "I guess it's just hard to be too embarrassed anymore, after everything that's happened." He sighed. "I lost my job. I got attacked at the gym. A policeman forced me to have sex with him. It's been crazy. I just want to go home now. Do we really have to stay here for observation?"

Stetson looked down. "Well, I don't think they can force you to stay. And we know chaining you up doesn't work. They had to cut those off of you when you got here. So if you want to leave, I guess we can. But... we can't really go home, hon. You're just... There's no way you're going to even fit through the door. That... you can't live there anymore. So I think we're going to have to figure out something else."

The memories of all the good times they'd had in that house flooded back to him. He remembered when they'd first bought it, remembered breaking in the bedroom, remembered trying, and failing, to learn to cook. He remembered curling up on their bed on lazy Sunday mornings, and rocking into Stetson across the kitchen table. So many memories. "Where will we live?" he asked.

Murmuring the words into his chest and neck between kisses, Stetson said, "I don't know. We'll find something. We'll be happy, wherever we live."

Matt sat up at a clattering sound echoing through the cave. It was dark, constantly dripping, and it smelled musty and unpleasant. The rocks he had been lying on were uncomfortable and jagged even against his solid bulk.

Silhouetted in the light of the entrance, a cat lashed his tail. "So this is where you've been hiding out, monster," it hissed. It sauntered into the darkness of the cave with a swaying gait. "Took me quite a while to find you." It had something long and sharp in its paw. A sword.

"Get out of here," Matt shouted. "Get out of here or I'll destroy you. You know you are no match for me."

"Oh, I'm not." The cat stepped forward into a ray of light, revealing an eye that was scarred milky white. "Not on my own. But I brought help." He grinned a mouthful of needle sharp teeth. Behind him, silhouette after silhouette appeared in the mouth of the cave, more than a score of growling, hissing cats, some with knives, others with torches that flickered and illuminated their twisted faces, and two that moved in eerie precision with each other, twirling their fine-bladed swords in a syncopated martial dance. "Now," said the cat, "you're going to die."

This was what Matt had been training for for weeks now. He reached down and hefted up a huge axe in one hand. It was nearly as long as he was tall, and they told him it weighed over three hundred pounds, but the weight was inconsequential. He lifted it and twirled it over his head once. With a clang, the blade hit a chunk of rock in the ceiling and was yanked out of Matt's paw, clattering to the cave floor.

The cat rolled his eyes. "Oh, for crying out-"

"Cut!" a voice shouted. A clunking sound came as bright, artificial light flooded the cave.

Fuck. Matt slumped his shoulders.

The cat scowled and turned to a pudgy, weary-faced Doberman who was walking up behind Matt. "It's the fortieth take, Stephen. The fortieth."

The Doberman pressed his fingers to his forehead. "I know."

"I've got three Oscar nominations now. Three. I don't need to be doing this. I don't need the paycheck this badly."

The Doberman put his arm across the cat's shoulders, and turned him away, walking with him. "We're all grateful for your work here, Russ. You're a consummate professional." He turned and looked back over his shoulder at Matt, earnestly mouthing the words, "I'm sorry!"

Matt nodded back.

"I mean," the cat continued in quieter tones, but not so quiet Matt couldn't hear him, which was probably the point, "he can't do the choreography. He doesn't know his blocking. I've seen four-year-olds with better acting. And three times a day minimum he's off to his trailer so some PA can give him a blowjob. It's just... it's intolerable. The only thing he is is big. Can't we just get some computer whiz to make one for us?"

The director said something back, but Matt couldn't hear it. He sighed, picked up the axe and put it back into place, and walked to the back of the cave, where there were folding tables set up with beer, soda, juice, and just for him, several huge slabs of seared ahi. He cut off a wedge with a knife and munched on it. Acting was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. Russ was right: he wasn't very good at it. But it was fun anyway, even when he screwed it up.

"Mister Stafford?" said a voice. He looked down to see a little squirrel, his tail twitching, a clipboard tucked under one arm.

"Oh, hi, er..." he tried to remember the squirrel's name. There were dozens of people on set, and he had trouble with them all. He hazarded a guess. "Benny."

The squirrel lit up like a sparkler. "Yes sir!" He beamed.

Matt waited a minute. "Did you want something?"

"Oh! Stephen says we're done for the day. He said he's sorry for the fuss and that we'll just start again tomorrow." He looked down at his clipboard. "And uh, that we're going to see if we can move the shot so that you have room. To swing. He said we'll be hitting the trailers for tonight."

"Okay, well, thanks, Benny. I appreciate it." He took another bite of the fish. Whoever their caterers were here, they knew just how to sear an ahi.

The squirrel nodded, backed off a step, and then paused. Matt knew what this was. He'd seen this routine from different people dozens of times. "Uh, sir?"

"Matt," Matt said around a mouthful of tuna.

"Matt," the squirrel said. His gaze drifted up and down Matt's frame, and then his ears went back. He stared fixedly to one side. "Uh, I'd heard, from some of the crew that sometimes you like... company... in your trailer. I mean while you're away from home and all."

Matt nodded, looking the squirrel over. He was pretty cute, actually. If he didn't know better, he would have suspected that Stephen was hiring hot PAs just to keep him happy. Not like hiring people based on their looks was frowned on in the film industry. "Sometimes," he said.

The squirrel looked up at him hopefully. "Only we're a long way from the states, and my boyfriend says it's okay when I'm on the tour. And if he knew it was you... he'd flip his shit."

"Let's grab some food first," Matt said. "Maybe eight?"

Benny's expression waffled between disbelief and elation. "For real? Thank you sir! Matt! I can't wait! I'll... I'll see you at eight! On the dot!" He backed away in short, ecstatic little steps, and turned to go, then froze. "Oh! Your mail!" He turned back, shoved a wad of letters into Matt's paw, and then dashed off.

Chuckling, Matt finished off his fish and set down the plate. He took the letters and made his way toward the entrance of the cave, having to duck down pretty low to clear the overhang. Outside, the wind was still hot, whipping through the palm trees, churning up the water on the beach. He stretched out his arms and shoulders, now that he had room, and gave a wave to the small group of people who had clustered around the security barriers. They cheered and waved back, jumping. He ought to do autographs, but he hadn't got a pen with him, so it would have to wait.

On his way back to his trailer, which they'd had to construct custom to fit him, he opened his mail, using a thumb claw to slit open the letters. A hefty stack of fan mail, forwarded from Sam, his agent, he set aside for later. There were a few personal requests from supplement and workout gear companies requesting he sponsor them. Most of these were supposed to go through Sam as well, but the persistent ones always seemed to find his personal address and contact him directly. In packets, a few scripts that Sam had selected. A remake of Bonan the Barbarian. A tv pilot for the Incredible Bulk, which was weird, since everyone knew the Bulk was supposed to be a wolf, not an otter, but whatever. And a number of different blockbuster types in which he was supposed to be the bad guy. He usually turned those down; his agent said those were career death. Some weird Japanese ad for whiskey. He'd have to discuss it all with Sam later. And, of course, with Stetson.

There was a weird little pocket on the island where cell phones had reception, and nowhere else. He pulled out his phone. The interface was so tiny for his fingers that he had trouble using it. He'd heard there were mods that could upsize the icons and everything. He'd have to look into it.

The phone rang, and Stetson picked up. "Hey there, big guy!"

"Stets! How's the book tour?"

"Going good, going good. I'm on my break between Chicago and New York now. How's filming going? You having fun?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's beautiful here. The island's gorgeous. Nice to be away from most of the crowds for a change too, you know?"

"Yeah. Is the movie good?"

"I dunno. I'm not good in it, but they didn't hire me cuz I could act. And you know, they treat me great. There are diversions."

He could hear the grin in Stetson's voice. "I bet there are, you beast."

They laughed.

Stetson's voice sobered. "I dunno if you heard, but Saul got convicted. Six years. Assault and kidnapping, first degree."

"Took them damned long enough."

"Yeah, well. At least we can forget about him now. When he gets out he'll be closer to sixty than fifty."

"Yeah." Matt paused. "How's the house coming?"

"It's great. I mean, it's huge, but it's great. I walk through it and I feel like a little kid. It's enormous. Thank god you're making fat bank or we'd never afford it. It'll be done when you get back"

Matt sighed, walking up to his trailer. He was looking forward to the air conditioning and a cool bath about now. Maybe if there weren't people around later he'd try the ocean. "I can't wait to see it. I can't wait to see you." He opened the door to the trailer.

Stetson stood just inside, phone to his ear. He was buck naked. "Then don't."

"Stets!" Matt scooped him up in both arms and crushed him fondly to his chest.

The rabbit's feet kicked against his thighs. "Don't break me!"

Matt eased up, held him at arms' length. "How did you get here?"

"I told you, the publishing company gave me a break from the tour. Thank god we're making mad bank, or I'd never have been able to afford a plane to... what's this place called again?"

"Baku Aku." Matt grinned. "I'm glad you're here. Russ has been bitching everyone out over my horrible acting. Can you beat him up for me?"

Stetson growled, puffing out his chest. "Let me at him. I'll show him he can't mess with poor, defenseless otters!"

Matt closed the door behind him. "If you kick his ass, I promise to fuck you senseless."

"Hmm." The rabbit frowned. "No dice. Fuck me senseless, and then I'll kick his ass."

"Senseless ass-kicking? That's basically the plot of this whole movie I'm in! Maybe you should be the star!"

Stetson nodded toward the bed. "I'm already a star. I've got a best-selling book and a pet monster. You can keep your terrible movie. Let's go, groupie. I've got needs."

"Groupie." Matt paused. "Shit. I've got some squirrel coming over tonight. Benny. He's so excited I think he might pop halfway through the door."

"Well, too bad for Benny." Stetson slapped at his chest. "You can do what you want on the road, but when I'm in town, you're mine." He grinned. "Maybe if you're real good, I'll let him play too."

"Oh, I'll be good." Matt carried him across the trailer and set him down on the bed. He stripped away the huge loincloth costuming had made for him. It had a prosthetic to cover the portion of his sheath and cock that would normally show above the waistline.

Stetson grinned back at him, rolling onto his elbows and knees, wiggling his tail at him.

Matt gave a fake growl that shook the room, waggling his own massive rudder, and pounced atop him. The trailer bounced on its springs, and a glass fell off the sink in the kitchenette, but he ignored it. His lust mingled with his adoration, and together they rose and swelled, expanding larger and larger within him. It felt like it might never stop.