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After a night of constant studying, reading and dealing with professors, I deserved this night off. I needed to turn my brain off and watch some mindless violence or something before I went nuts. I heard about some weird movie that people were coming out of in a trance. The movie was called "Otterpocalypse". While it was a witty title, I doubt we could cause any sort of wide scale destruction. Come on, we're cute and cuddly, and who could resist this face?

Dressing up in a simple hoodie and jeans, I grabbed my wallet and took a nice stroll toward the movie theater. The brisk night air hit me like a ton of bricks, forcing me to put the top of my hood on so I could spare myself from some of the cold. Damn, I should have put on another pair of pants under these. Luckily, the movies were only a few minutes away. There didn't seem to be too many people tonight, so maybe I could enjoy this flick in peace and not have anyone screaming at the screen like the characters can hear them.

"One for Otterpocalypse please."

"Really?"

The clerk took a close look at me with a raised brow. I didn't know whether the wolf working the stand was wondering if I was old enough to watch this movie or he just looked annoyed all the time. He handed me the ticket and I was on my merry way.

"Have fun, while you can remember it at least."

Did I hear that right? I turned around to the wolf working the stand and he just looked back at me with a glare. I couldn't have been imagining that. Deciding not to piss off the guy any further, I made my way inside as quickly as I could. I didn't have that much money on me, so the most I could get was a small bag of popcorn. Hopefully the flick was long enough for the popcorn to last. I made my way inside the room without another word, making my way towards the back of the seats, my favorite spot. I had the best view of everyone below and the normal stuff I'd see every time I went to a movie, like the couple too into themselves and making out to watch the movie.

Soon enough, the movie started. The previews flicked by as fast as they came, and the movie started. As the lights dimmed, I couldn't help but notice a few things. For starters, the screen was completely blank. Everyone else seemed to notice that and started to make a fuss under the assumption the projector was busted. Then came the other thing. A slow, humming sound echoed from the speakers, forcing some people to cover their ears. Was this whole place on the fritz?

As we were trying to block out the sounds, no one else seemed to notice someone walk onto the screen. There seemed to be an incredibly muscular otter standing completely naked, save for a pair of speedo staring right at everyone. I blinked, staring at the screen for what seemed like an eternity and taking in the figure. From his wide shoulders to his enormous arms and cannon ball biceps, to those slabs of meat that could only be his pectorals. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous since I was a stick under all this clothing.

As I kept staring, the figure moved. Well, not exactly moved, but he bounced his chest, making me blink as his hand directed me back up to the screen.

"Now, you're probably wondering what's happening, right? Well, don't you worry your pretty little head. Whoever can see this, just give a nod."

I cocked my head, brow raised, but hesitantly nodded. I decided to look down toward everyone else, but all of the other movie goers seemed to be their own little world, idly chewing on their food and sipping their drinks. Wait, is that what he meant by 'whoever can see this'? Am I the only one looking at something different?

I looked back towards the screen as the immensely ripped male gave a cough.

"Well, yeah. This a whole...thing I'll explain later. For now, I'll just say that you're one of the lucky few chosen around the country to participate in such a program. Now, just listen to my voice and everything will be okay..."

For some weird reason, I couldn't take my eyes off the guy as he started slowly wiggling around. He didn't look nervous or anything; it seemed like more of a dance as he put his body to work. Those large muscles flexed, twitched and flared as the male squirmed around with only a grin on his face. I tried to look away, but it seemed to be impossible. It was like my eyes were kept open with tape. I couldn't even move my body as it relaxed into the seat.

As he continued moving around in some exotic dance, he started talking again. "Now, you're gonna feel a few pops and yourself getting bigger. Just let it happen. This is gonna be the body of your dreams and you're going to feel amazing afterwards."

If I could blink, I would have. I had little desire to be big and buff like this guy. It was the farthest thing from my mind, yet I couldn't help but comply. I took a deep breath and somehow, my shoulders slumped even more. My bones started popping, and I reared my head back with a small churr. My body seemed to be complying with his commands. I felt every inch of me throbbing slowly. My t-shirt began to tighten as my torso packed on pound after pound of muscle along with the rest of me. The process was slow, but began to pick up the pace as my bones continued the process of repairing themselves along with the rest of me to accompany the newfound muscle. Every throb and twitch of my body felt amazing; I couldn't help but want more of it. The power slowly flowing through my veins, more and more of it just stacking, getting bigger...

Wait, what was I thinking? I tried to push out the slowly infecting thoughts, but the male dancing on the screen just intensified the thoughts. The way his body swayed around, those muscles bulging every so often with every motion. I felt my mouth going dry as I started staring at the incredibly packed speedo between his legs. His immense quads wiggled and flexed every time, making that light blue package stand out even more.

"Hmmmf..." I let out a deep huff as I felt my body continuing to pack on the size. I was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie, so hopefully no one was noticing. And if they did, I wouldn't mind them staring. Damnit, not again with that! I took a deep breath, feeling my pectorals twitch and flex, soon shredding through my white t-shirt and now forcing them against the fabric of my hoodie. The rest of my shirt followed suit as my torso continued packing on size and expanding in every direction. If I could look inside my shirt, I would have seen a bulky, yet completely chiseled pair of six pack abs staring right back at me. If they were obscured by my fuzzy, yet firm pectorals, that is.

I couldn't even look bare to look down. My legs were testing the limits of my jeans, slow rips echoing through the theater. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice it as my thighs continued expanding, even making my boxers ride up against the impending bulk. The entire experience was something I could never define in one word other than orgasmic. As I continued growing, I could feel the theater armrest and seat creak and strain to try and lift all the muscle I was gaining. I must have at least added a good hundred or so pounds in a matter of minutes. And I still wanted more.

Another huff escaped my thickening throat as my muscles continued surging, even making my hoodie start to strain. I wiggled in my seat as the male continued his dance, my thoughts now diving into much dirtier angles. I could feel my cock throbbing against my now massive thigh, constrained by my boxers. Trying to adjust into a better position made me notice something else. Wiggling my feet, I noticed I grew out of my shoes. My paws were exposed to the dirty floor as I shuffled them about with a deep thud as I put a paw onto the floor.

Was that me? The thought of having enough power contained in me to make the ground thud at every step...It was simply addicting. As the first signs of a rip showed in my hoodie, the male stopped dancing with a grin.

"Alright, I think that's good enough for now. Enjoy your movie, and yourself when you get home." He winked before he suddenly blipped out of existence, the movie coming back to me. I stared at the screen for a good few minutes, my body just twitching and flexing of its own accord. Still in my little stupor, I got up and decided to leave the theater. The floor thudded in my wake as I lumbered out of the building. I noticed I had a few eyes on me, and who could blame them? A gigantic otter walking around like nothing was going on wasn't exactly commonplace. I didn't get a chance to look at myself until I wandered into a full length mirror in one of the bathrooms. I even had an extra foot or two, making me at least eight or nine feet of otter muscle.

And it felt great. I was tempted to give a narcissistic flex, but my pants were at their limit and my hoodie was showing signs of breaking if I even took a deep breath. For now, I just left the theater before walking home. I was gonna enjoy tonight way more than I expected.