A New You by Corllengatu

A New You

Corllengatu, Aphrodisiac, Ball Growth, Breast Growth, Chemical Use, Clone, Cock Growth, Cock Transformation, Conquest, Corruption, Creampie, Doggystyle, Double-Penetration, Ejaculation, Exhibitionism, F/F, Fellatio, Forcedshifting, Gender Shifting, Growth, Herm/solo, Hermaphrodite, Hyperphallic, Hypertrophia, Impregnation, Lactation, M/F, M/F/F, M/Herm, Macro, Messy, Mild NC, Mindlink, Multi-Cock, Multiple Breasts, Muscle Growth, Mutant, NC, Pheromones, Size Difference, Taur, Tentacles, Transformation, Various Species

I removed the original teaser (a poorly-edited part one) to make way for the full, finished story!

"When multi-national pharmaceutical company, Genetech released their new product 'New You' - a serum 'Guaranteed to Change Your Life', everyone was convinced it was just a well marketed money grab. Little did anyone know how accurate their advertising would turn out to be ..."

A story in three parts (three stand-alone works of short-fiction all right here for your .. reading pleasure), written as a gift for - and styled after the works of - Echoen.

As such, this story is un-abashed hyper-furry smut, based around themes such as cloning/duplication, multiples, hyper-growth and fertility, and even a little bit of Cock-TF. It was originally supposed to be a short and sweet sample of my writing when faced with this particular subject (which I'm admittedly a bit of a novice at), and it just kind of ... got out of hand - the tags alone are almost a novel. I'm /not/ sorry about that.

Welcome to A New You.

A New You - Corllengatu

--- 1 ---

It had been an impulse buy. A silly online purchase Kaelin had made one night while she was holed up at her boyfriend's apartment, cuddled up next to him with her computer on her lap, idly surfing while he watched some ridiculous science-fiction show. She'd accidentally clicked one of the banner ads on a message board, and her screen had been taken over by a colorful sales page: "A New You! A groundbreaking new serum-supplement from Genetech! It'll change your life!"

She'd torn Cole's attention away from his show long enough to show him the add, and the otter had pretended to inspect her - hefting her fluffy, snow-leopard's tail in both hands, and prodding her white-furred bottom once before proclaiming - in his best charming-boyfriend tone: "You're perfect, Spots. They couldn't do a thing to improve you."

Kaelin had laughed, and rescued the computer as Cole's prodding turned into a ruthless tickle session - but she'd caved in and ordered a single bottle anyway. She'd eyed the models they'd used with a quiet envy - big cats wearing form-fitting athletic gear who looked like fitness models. She didn't doubt they spent all day at a gym - despite the ad's insistence that they were district attorneys, teachers, and every-day volunteers - but a single bottle of the stuff wasn't terribly expensive. She'd bit her lip and hit 'purchase' before she had a chance to change her mind, and she'd forgotten about it before she'd fallen asleep that same night.

When Cole handed her a box with a Genetech logo on it before heading out to his swim practice one afternoon almost a week later, she hadn't even remembered what it was until she got into the packaging and found the small bottle of translucent red-orange gel-caps inside. She blushed as she remembered the ad, glad that the otter was already gone so he couldn't tease her about going through with the purchase. She picked up the bottle and the small slip of paper that were the only contents of the small box - examining both with a critical eye.

The instructions read simply "Take one a day for the first week for fast results" - giving absolutely no indication of how quickly 'fast' would be, or even what'results' she was supposed to expect. The pill itself looked like generic cold and flu medication - brightly colored and slightly squishy between the pads of her finger. She shrugged and downed one with a glass of water from the kitchen. It was 9 to 1 odds that this was a placebo - or just repackaged cold medicine - but she figured there wasn't any harm in humoring the instructions for a bit. When it didn't do anything, she could always just pitch the bottle, and Cole would never get to tease her about the purchase.

Twenty minutes later, Kaelin was lying on the couch - long, silver-tinted hair splayed out over one arm-rest with casual abandon - wondering how she could have possibly worried that 'New You' wouldn't do anything. Her entire body felt like it was glowing with tingling warmth - making her feel absolutely ecstatic. It wasn't the muzzy, distant euphoria of a pain-killer, but rather an electric intensity that made every little motion stimulate the pleasure centers of her brain. It was like she was somehow /more/ real - experiencing everything around her for the first time - and finding it more wonderful than she could have imagined.

Just running her hands over her fur felt so good her knees had nearly buckled, and it hadn't taken her long to lose most of her clothing - enjoying the sensation of her naked fur and flesh pressed up against the couch as her hands explored her body. Her tail flicking drunkenly across the carpet, it's usual rhythmic feline flick getting hung up by the sheer sensation of the rough carpet. She kept getting hung up as her hands brushed over her chest. The normally pleasure-sensitive area became a veritable playground of earth-shaking sensation. Her fingers stroked her erect nipples as she tried to will herself to stop. What was she doing? What if Cole came home from his swim practice and found her like this? What if he walked in that door, towel draped across his shoulders - dripping wet from his swim, his lean otter muscle bulging under his slick fur from his exertion - and found her lying naked on the couch, so blissed out - ready to /anything/ he wanted with wild abandon?

Her imagination ran away with the image. Her otter stud bending her over the couch doggy style - her breasts pressed against the couch cushions, Cole pressed up behind her, one firm hand on her tail while the other grabbed hold of her ass - as his wonderful, girthy cock drove into her - again and again and ah! ... She came, screaming Cole's name - her hands ran small circles over her aureole. Her vision blacked out from the sheer pleasure, and for a moment she was completely unable to process anything else. Thoughts, worries, and all other sensations forced from her mind in a tidal wave of bliss.

The room spun as Kaelin slowly came back down, her body tingling with the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced - and in that moment, her resistance fractured completely. She got slowly to her feet - her legs still shaky - and worked her way into the kitchen where she'd left the tiny medicine bottle. She took two more of the wonderful little red pills, washing them down with a glass of water more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted in her life, and resolved to give Cole the surprise of a lifetime when he got home.

Kaelin gave up getting fully clean after her shower had resulted in a near-instantaneous multiple-orgasm before she'd even gotten soap out of the bottle. She hadn't been prepared for the sensation of the water running over her fur - doubted there could have been anything that /could/ have prepared her. It had taken a monstrous reservoir of self-control - and a few breathing exercises - to reach out and turn off the water. She had no doubt that if they'd had a flexible shower head, she'd have been lost to the world right then and there.

Toweling off had been an experience itself, but so long as she avoided her permanently excited nipples, she could manage without being too lost to remember how to stand. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror and smiled to see the New Kaelin that the serum was creating included some physical enhancements beyond the wonderful sensitivity. She was flushed with arousal, of course - the red barely visible beneath her white and gray fur - and her nipples stood out into the open air, but her breasts were also noticeably bigger. She'd gained more than a cup size by the looks of things, her boobs blooming to nice, round handfuls. Below them, her waistline looked slightly slimmer, accentuating her flat stomach and flowing into hips that were /definitely/ wider than they'd been this morning. To top it all off, her ass looked killer.

The fact that her body was changing might have frightened the old Kaelin, but to the New Her was turned on by the prospect - her mind slipping into fantasies as she blew a kiss to her reflection and slipped into the bedroom to try and find something she could wear. If she turned /herself/ on, there was no way Cole could keep his hands off of her, and she planned on making sure this relationship stayed /very/ hands-on from here on out.

Kaelin slipped into one of Cole's jersey tops, deciding that her lingerie wouldn't fit on the New Her and she wasn't going to be able to manage anything more complicated without going into sensory overload. The jersey struck a nice balance between casual and sexy - the outfit designed for the lean male otter clinging to the curves of her breasts and wide hips, stopping about mid-thigh. It was also white, which had the added bonus of making it slightly translucent, and emphasizing the fact that she wasn't wearing a scrap underneath it.

On the other hand, it smelled like Cole - his softly musky smell driving her into a frenzy of fantasies as her lust addled brain began picturing his strong body again. She spent solid hour on the couch in a masturbatory haze - jilling off to ultra-real fantasies of herself in compromising positions provided by her chemically enhanced imagination. She imagined them fucking on every surface in the apartment, in the building, in /public/ - each turning her on more and powering her through another self-inflicted orgasm. The room began to smell like sex, and that only further stimulated her. She knew she should stop - should save her ardor for her lover, but it felt to good. She was too wound up to stop, and if anything her appetites only grew more fervent each passing minute.

When the front door finally clicked open, and Cole stepped into the room, she had to restrain herself from tackling him back through it and tearing his clothes off in the hallway. Instead, she limited herself to pulling him into a deep kiss just inside the doorway, pressing her improved body up against his, and letting a hand wander to his muscled backside. She'd been right about the workout - he was nice and extra-firm ... mmm all over.

"Someone's enthusiastic tonight," Cole practically had to lever her out of the kiss, staring down into her hungry eyes with more than a twinkle of desire in his own. "It was a weights night, Spots. I'm all gross. Why don't you let me grab a shower and we'll pick this right back up?"

"I don't mind. I've been waiting for you to get home." Kaelin leaned back in close. He did smell, but to her new nose it was all sweat and musk and masculinity - and even this close, it wasn't anything next to the overpowering smell of sex that permeated room. She wasn't about to wait, but she wasn't ready for the /shower/ again. That was a more ... advanced subject. She ran a girlcum-soaked hand up the inner thigh of his workout pants and massaged his stiffening maleness through the thin material. "Besides, I know someone else who doesn't seem to mind, and it would be a shame to have to take /two/ showers ..."

"Alright, Kae." He laughed, "Let me-"

Kaelin cut him off, slipping his shirt off over his head and pressing herself against his solid abs before depositing him on the couch - straddling his lap, and drawing him into another kiss. She could feel the wonderful hardness of his shaft restrained by the increasingly tight fabric of his workout pants, and she ground her body against him as he struggled to peel the now tight-fitting jersey off of her curves.

"Jesus, Spots!" Cole's eyes went wide as saucers, his gaze locked on Kaelin's chest as grapefruit sized tits bounced free of their shirt-turned-prison. His hands reached up automatically to cup them, and all sorts of blissful fireworks went off in her brain. She was more sensitive than she had been earlier - way more sensitive - but she was slowly becoming used to pleasure overload, and the tentative touch wasn't /quite/ enough to send her over. Cole wasn't any help either, more dumbfounded wonder than the excited, hands-on exploration she wanted. "You're huge! What happened to you?"

"Dumb stud. You're thinking with the wrong head." Kaelin smiled her best wry feline smile as she dismounted. If Cole hadn't quite gotten a grasp on what she wanted, she'd just have to take matters into her own hands. She settled herself on the floor between Cole's legs, using a sharp claw to cut a quick slit in his straining shorts. There was a soft "scriiiiip" sound as the fabric gave out and Cole's shaft bobbed free. She positioned the wonderful cock directly between her breasts, teasing the head where it jutted up between them with a rough, feline tongue - watching as Cole's eyes rolled back in his head. There couldn't be anything wrong with anything that felt this /good/, and Kaelin was just getting started. "Tonight is just between me and the big guy here. Any thinking you do, you run past him first."

Cole moaned what she took as an affirmative, and Kaelin set to work. If it felt even half as good for the otter as it did for her, he was taken care of. The sensation of his shaft pressing up against her tits as she massaged them from the outside had her in seventh heaven. Anything not buried in the soft fur off her breasts, she worked expertly with her mouth - using her tongue to tease the sensitive spots when it wasn't buried in her muzzle.

And then things got better.

Each time she leaned down to take him into her mouth, she found a little bit more cock peeking out from between her breasts. The downstroke forced her jaw open a little wider, and the expanding head slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. She found the rest of his package in a similar state, his balls already swollen to rival a pair of ripe oranges - destroying the last remnants of his workout clothes and slowly expanding into her massaging hand - rapidly approaching the size of billiard balls.

When one upward thrust found Kaelin deep-throating the otter's massive organ - a good half of its length still buried in her cleavage - it became too much. Her whole body ached with desire - and she'd been half-crazy with lust before her boyfriend had been part stallion. Now it was like every impulse in her brain was screaming for her to impale herself on that massive pole and ride him like a bucking bronco - and recently it seemed like her impulses were all just such /good/ ideas.

She let the massive otter cock slide out of her muzzle - the head clearing her lips with a satisfying *pop*. The monstrous maleness was as long as the otter's forearm, and thicker than any place on her own. The heavy, brown-furred orbs resting on the couch between his legs could almost be mistaken for grapefruit by the way the bulged. She ran a hand up the pre-slicked tool - shivers of anticipation running down her spine.

"F-fuck!" Cole stammered, staring at his own cock with a stupefied look. He seemed lost somewhere between disbelief and pleasure-induced catatonia. His hands drifted out dreamily to touch it, but Kaelin guided them to her hips as she climbed back up onto the couch.

"That's the idea." Kaelin positioned herself above the pulsing pillar of flesh, pleased to see that the otter's eyes were focused on her hips with a hungry look that could have rivaled the one she was giving him. "I swear, stud. Where would you be without a woman to hold your co-"

She never finished the sentence, her voice drawing up into a high keen of pleasure. Her masturbatory efforts had helped acclimate her to the sensitivity of the New Her in some small measure, but there was no way mere masturbation could have prepared her for the sensation of lowering herself onto Cole's improved cock. As massive as it looked, it /felt/ bigger - even with her own enhanced body, the fit was only possible because of the copious amount of lubrication they were both producing. Cole filled her up more and more completely with every inch further down she went, but the wonderful pleasure wracking her brain wouldn't let her stop if she'd wanted to.

She'd hit orgasm in that first instant. Then she'd had another as she started to move down. Then another, and another - washing over her faster and faster until they began to overlap, stacking on top of one another and becoming one massive mountain of orgasm. Somehow, she got him in up to the hilt, and began to work her way back up again. She moved slowly, fighting muscles that were trying to lock up in pleasure. She wanted to move faster - to force herself to new heights of sensation, but it was going to have to start slow.

Or at least, it would have if Cole hadn't joined in. With a deft move, he had Kaelin on her back as he took control of the situation. When he started in with a gentle, insistent passion, Kaelin realized how glacial her own pace must have been. He must have thought she was teasing him, goading him into taking command of the situation. He couldn't know that Kaelin was blinded by the pleasure he was causing - lost in a multiple-orgasm more intense than anything she'd ever dreamed of. She gasped his name, begged him to slow down, ordered him to speed up, pleaded with him to never stop, and commanded him to fill her with cum that very instant.

It was hard to find the breath to scream with the pleasure she felt, and it would have left her hoarse years ago anyway. At least, it felt like years. Time was beginning to distort with the pleasure as Cole lost himself in his own need. He became a rutting beast against her, and she could do little more than grip him tight and ride him back as if her life depended on it. They /fucked/ - with more passion and need and mindless pleasure than the word 'fuck' had ever been meant to imply.

It built to a crescendo. One great climb of climax after climax as Cole approached his own precipice, and went barreling over it with a deep gasp of pleasure.

He came, and Kaelin's world when white.

Cole wouldn't have called it an orgasm. That didn't seem a strong enough word for it. Orgasm wasn't what happened when you came for /minutes/ at a time, each spasm sending you up and up and up like sprinting up the freaking escalator of pleasure. Kaelin - talent as she was - had never before left him so weak-kneed that he'd had to sit down on the floor to keep the room from spinning as he tried to remember where he was and struggled to recall his own name. That wasn't orgasm. It was something better - something dangerously intoxicating that he just wanted to experience again and again and again.

And some part of him knew - without a doubt - that he /could/. His erection was flagging, but only just. It draped over his thigh and onto the floor - thick, massive, and /heavy/ - lazily leaking onto the carpet. He'd just cum what felt like gallons, but it still felt like he hadn't had release in ages - and blue balls was a completely different experience when they were bigger than most of the fruit-comparisons he could think of. To top it off, his whole body throbbed and ached - and he felt like he'd just had the workout of his life. His muscles visibly /bulged/ under his coat of brown fur in a way that was usually reserved for species of draft horse. His shorts were little more than tatters discarded on the floor, but that hardly mattered - they wouldn't have fit any part of him anymore. Pants in general were sure to be a dubious prospect from here on out.

As bad as Cole was, Kaelin had it worse. She looked /amazing/. Her soft white fur did little to hide her wonderful breasts - now nearly as big as her head, her thick pink nipples poking through her thick fur to stand erect and aroused. The eye tracked easily down to her toned stomach - which paunched slightly from the sheer amount of cum he'd pumped into her a moment ago. Her hips flared wide into a perfect hourglass shape that spoke to something primal in Cole's mind. The intensity of his own desires was staggering. Only his concern for Kaelin kept him from losing himself to lust again. During the sex he'd been a rutting animal. He'd lost control in his desire for Kaelin - a prospect that both scared and excited him.

"Spots?" Cole got shakily to his feet - his massive member slapping his thighs as he stepped - the sheer size of his balls making walking an awkward experience. By the looks of things, Kaelin still hadn't come down from her orgasm. She writhed in pleasure, breathlessly mouthing his name, her whole body locked in a rigor of pleasure. He felt a sort of detached pride at that. He'd made her come so hard she was /still/ feeling it.

As he watched, her body ... rippled. For a moment, she was somehow more fluid - her body thickening, stretching out to either side. New hands formed, growing into arms in the space of a few seconds. Her torso followed suit, becoming overburdened with extra breast-flesh. Then her face - her head - and lower body duplicated themselves, fleshing out, pulling apart until Cole found himself staring at /two/ identical snow-leopard beauties - each a perfect copy of the Kaelin's improved figure - wrapped up in each other's embrace.

They blinked and looked around, twin expressions of lazy afterglow plastered across their faces. Their eyes passed over one another as if nothing was amiss and landed on him with hungry expressions.

"Hey there, lover." The Kaelin on the left spoke, standing and moving over to him, running one hand over his bulging bicep while another slid down his abs to slowly stroke his quickly hardening cock. He was intimately aware of how close she was - of all that soft flesh pressed up against him. She smelled wonderful - a thick and heady smell that made it hard not to think about sex. Earlier he'd sworn it was some sort of perfume, but now he knew it was /her/ scent - as much a part of the new her as the soft, supple flesh, or the bottomless hunger that shined in those eyes. "Mmm ... look at you, Stud."

"Looks like you're good for another workout," The second Kaelin stood and stretched lazily, the motion thrusting her chest out, emphasizing her curves - as the first continued to stroke his massive erection. "Ready for round two?"

Some part of him screamed in the back of his mind - that this was unnatural, that it was changing them, and that he was losing control - but the voice was distant, and hard to focus on through the haze of sex filling the room. It was much easier to feel the demands of his new cock pulsing through his body. The hunger. He knew it was insatiable. That this was only the beginning in a long spiral into lust and depravity he'd never recover from - he just couldn't make himself care.

The inner struggle in Cole's mind was brief and one sided. All he had to do was let himself give in for a moment and stop worrying about what could and could not be happening. Lust burned through him like a wildfire, and his body moved on its own - driven by his desire to fuck. To breed. He was powerful, virile, and nothing was going to keep him from ravishing these two snow leopard beauties until neither one of them could move anymore.

Cole let himself be drawn into a kiss as he maneuvered one of the girls up against a wall, easily levering her up onto his cock - rewarded with the most wonderful squeal of pleasure as she gripped his shoulders and rode him for all he was worth. Her doppelganger pressed herself into Cole's back, just off to one side with her arm around his waist. Her hips thrust in time with his, shadowing him as he rutted against her twin and whispering encouragement into his ear. "Fuck her." The double purred in his ear. "Make her /beg/. Fill her with cum."

Cole couldn't help but comply. He gave Kaelin the deepest, hardest /fucking/ she'd ever had. He filled her with his seed until she overflowed and it began pooling on the carpet at his feet. He left her with her eyes rolled back in pleasure, leaning against the floorboards in a puddle of sex. Her body began rippling again, overtaken by the wondrous, pleasure-driven metamorphosis as Cole turned to find the second Kaelin eyeing his massive, throbbing cock with that wonderful hungry look in her eyes.

He didn't disappoint. He bore her to the ground, delighting in the feel of her soft tail wrapping around his waist as he ravaged her. He'd just cum twice - but if anything he felt /more/ full than before. He should have been wasted and exhausted, but instead he was filled with a desire for /more/. His world devolved into nothing more than the sheer joy of fucking the writhing sex-goddess beneath him - the weighty slap of his massive balls against her firm backside, the bounce of her magnificent breasts in time with his thrusting, and her passionate cries that rose in pitch and intensity - until he couldn't hold back any longer and flooded her with his seed.

Cole didn't have time to admire the after-effects of his work. As soon as the room stopped spinning from the pleasure assaulting his brain, he became aware of two more warm, snow-leopard bodies pressed up against him - so much soft, fertile flesh begging for him to fuck them. He felt his need return, even stronger than before as he let them tackle him to the floor - one impaling herself on his cock while he worked to pleasure the other with his tongue.

Two became four, four became eight, and soon he found himself with even more wonderful snow-leopard pussy than he knew what to do with. He was dimly aware that he should have collapsed from exhaustion hours ago, but every moment that passed with his feline lovers left him stronger, and more virile. He was a machine. A living incarnation of sex and feral power, and Kaelin - every last one of her - worshiped him for it. He didn't need to think, or worry, do anything but fuck one beautiful woman after another in a massive never-ending orgy of flesh.

He was so lost in his heaven, he barely even registered when Kaelin became too numerous for the small room, and the snow-leopards began to spill into the hallway.

Jordan examined the nameplate on the outside of the apartment complex before tapping the buzzer. A short moment later, he was rewarded with a crack of static, and a series of low, feminine moans that made the mouse's ears burn. He pulled the brim of his bright red cap down lower over his eyes in an effort to hid the blush from anyone who might be watching. It took a moment, but a voice finally spoke over the intercom - soft, effeminate, and almost a sensual purr. "How can I help you? We're a little ... tied up at the moment."

"Pizza?" Jordan offered, shooting a quick glance at the nameplates on the wall. Had he gotten the rooms mixed up? No, 312 was what the order had written down.

There was a pregnant pause, during which Jordan was treated to a loud, low growl and another bout of passionate moans. Unless he missed his guess it was more than one woman, too. The voice came back on, even as the blatant sounds of sex continued in the background. "That sounds /wonderful/. I ... we'll be right down."

The intercom clicked off, and Jordan found himself left with an awkward silence, adjusting the pizza box under his arm as he stood on the porch, trying to keep his imagination from running away with what he'd just heard. At least /someone/ was having a good Saturday night.

The door opened, and Jordan almost dropped the pizza. Twin snow-leopard beauties filled the doorframe, towering over the small mouse - both a good two heads taller than he was. They seemed cut out of smooth, white-spotted stone - lean muscle just visible beneath thick coats of white fur - set into an hourglass figure that would have put porn stars to shame. Toned legs led into wide, fertile hips that framed the barest hints of six-pack abs and the largest breasts Jordan had ever seen. Their sex-sculpted bodies openly on display in the pair of black lace panties they were wearing.

One pair. Between the two of them.

The girl on the left wore the panties, stretched slightly across her wide hips - her breasts completely uncovered - seeming to defy gravity. The second wore the bra, twin white-furred swells of flesh bulging out of the lacy undergarment - her naked sex exposed and glistening. Neither seemed ashamed - or even really aware - of their nakedness. It was as if some part of them were aware that society demanded they wear clothes to answer the door, but they couldn't quite fathom why.

"Order for ... three ... twelve?" Jordan's brain tried to force him to focus as he pulled his gaze up to eye level. They gazed down at him with twin amused expressions. He thought he saw a spark of something predatory and ... massive behind the feline glee - but that had to be just his imagination.

"Of course ... the pizza." The bra-wearing amazon spoke as they stepped to either side of the door. Her voice matched the one over the intercom, but she barely glanced at the box as she spoke.. "Kaelin, why don't you take that where it belongs, while I take care of our little friend here?"

"Might make a few more orders while I'm at it." The second cat took the box out of Jordan's dumbfound fingers - giving him a fantastic view of her mammoth cleavage as she swiped the hat off his head as well. There was that glint in her eyes again as she spoke, and this time Jordan was sure he wasn't imagining it. "I'm feeling some /extra meat/."

Jordan watched her go, moving with a smooth, predatory grace that still managed to send all her assets swaying delightfully. He didn't pick his jaw up off the floor until he heard the door shut behind him - causing him to jump. He turned to face the remaining leopardess, standing between him and the door. With the air-flow cut off, he was suddenly aware of a heavy, musky smell that hung in thei air - making his nose tingle and drawing his attention to the fact she was close enough to reach out and touch.

"I'm afraid I've forgotten my purse." She stepped closer, leaning down and pressing a hand to his groin as she whispered in his ear. The position practically pressed her bountiful breasts into his muzzle - lifted and pressed into a fantastic line of cleavage by the too-small bra. "Perhaps I can pay you back some other way?"

"I-" It was too late for objections. Jordan's zipper was already undone. He'd been at full-mast since he'd first walked into the strange pornography that had somehow become his life, and his cock sprang free from its confines with a vengeance - as hard as he'd ever been in his life. "A-are we sure this is a good idea? I mean you're here with the guy upstairs and he sounds ..."

"Who? Cole?" She buried his shaft in her muzzle in between the words, a long strand of saliva trailing from the tip of his cock to the tip of her rough, feline tongue. The tingling sensation washing over his body intensified, centering on his cock as pleasure washed over him in waves. "Don't get me wrong, he's a massive, wonderful fuckbeast. He could probably put you through a wall with both hands tied behind his back. But he's ... occupied at the moment. There's nothing to say you and I can't have our /fun/."

That ... was less than reassuring - and probably the strangest way Jordan had ever heard someone described to him. Still, it was hard to worry about consequences with the magnificent leopardess French-kissing his cock with that rough, feline tongue. The tingling was getting worse, too - becoming a steady, pulsing sensation that seemed to intensify his pleasure as it slowly waxed.

It became a pressure, building in his groin. He glanced down, only to find his cock quickly swelling larger with every pounding beat of his heart. It was like he simply hadn't been hard before - more and more cock seeming to pour out of his groin with his mounting arousal as his breath shortened. It rose to a massive size, easily twice as big as it had been mere minutes before. His balls rode the inseam of his khaki pants, tightly constrained by the fabric.

"I-I should go." Jordan staggered back from his increasingly enthusiastic lover, his massive erection bobbing comically, his balls tightening the fabric of his pants and reducing his speed to a painful waddle. His rational mind was in full rebellion of what his senses were telling him. "You've been wonderful and all, but I've got to get back to my route, and -"

"Oh no you don't." The snow leopard femme fatal rose to her full height before him - and he became suddenly aware that she was directly between him and the door, and that those muscles probably weren't just for show. "A stud like you? Look at that cock! You can't be trusted to just roam around on your own. All those innocent, unsuspecting women. You can't just go door to door! A stud like you needs a woman who can handle all that raw, uncontrolled lust. Who knows what kind of savage, mindless, sexy fuckbeast you are underneath all that civilization."

"And that someone is you?" Jordan took another step back. She was crazy. There was something wrong here. Something ... "Eep!"

He backed into a wall of soft, white-furred flesh. Slowly, he turned around to find six more identical amazon leopardesses - none of which was burdened with a stitch of clothing. He had thought the two who had greeted him might have been twins, but he soon realized they were too similar. Identical in every way. Duplicates. At least eight perfect copies. They stared at him - at his throbbing erection - with undisguised lust.

"All of me." the nearest purred, running a claw lightly up Jordan's maleness, expertly teasing.

The pleasure floored him. Literally.

Jordan's knees gave out under the pleasure from his enhanced tool. His mind failed to process the sheer amount of sensation, and before he knew it, he was on the floor, surrounded by bountiful female flesh. Their scent filled his nostrils, mutated pheromones melting what remained of his rational mind. His body filled with the pulsing pressure, expanding outwards. Straining, protesting clothing fighting a losing battle against his swelling form.

His cock, and the impossible women surrounding it filled his thoughts. By the time the doorbell rang - the first of several confused but curious delivery men peering through the glass pane at the expanding orgy - Jordan was gone. In his place was a towering, musclebound beast of a mouse. His only desire to continue servicing the increasingly beautiful and numerous females surrounding him.

--- 2 ---

Dane stepped down off of Studio Six's raised dance floor, stretching and letting the lights and sounds of the nightclub wash over him. Tonight was a chance for the husky to shed a week's worth of stress and responsibility in a haze physical exertion, endorphins, alcohol, and beautiful, scantily clad women. A few rounds out on the floor had wound him up nicely, and now he was down for a few drinks at the bar and an opportunity to find a more permanent dance partner for the night. Besides, there was a rather cute calico working the bar. It would be ... irresponsible not to go and say -

"Hello there, husky boy." Dane had his attention drawn forcibly away from thoughts of getting pleasantly drunk by the sudden - enthusiastic - press of something soft and pleasantly female against his back. A lithe, brown-furred arm slipped itself over his shoulder as his assailant leaned into him, "Oof. You're solid. Bet you got a /lot/ of tension to work out."

"Uh ..." Offered Dane, turning his head to get a better view of his admirer. A red-furred face smiled endearingly up at him - big, brown eyes and softly tufted ears framed by a backdrop of a big, bushy tail. But the fact that she was actually /bouncing/ up and down against him could have told him just as well as any of her features. Squirrel. Well, if he'd wanted a /workout/ ... "I don't believe we've met."

"Hmm ... nope." She slid around to his front - never really detaching herself from around his neck. Still, it was much easier to get a look at her from this angle.Darker-brown hair fell in a long braid halfway down her back - or front, depending on which way her energetic lilt sent her this moment or the next - her tail fading to the same dark color at its outer edges. Black fishnet crisscrossed the cream-white fur across her midriff and cleavage above where it was tucked into fashionably torn denim jeans. She was lithe, but curvy in a way that jiggled pleasantly with her constant motion. It didn't help that he was treated to a view straight down her black crop-top simply by virtue of how she was /hanging/ off of him. She caught him staring and giggled. "I'm Eve."

Eve - energetic, groping, attack-squirrel - extended a hand up between her cleavage. Dane shook it automatically, and she pressed something small and solid into his hand. He found himself forced to lean back to get enough space to look at it - the motion sending the squirrel-girl into his chest with a warm, churring sound. She /nestled/ her face into his pectorals while he resigned himself to figuring out what she'd handed him. A gelcap of some sort - small, red-orange, and translucent. It didn't look like any of the usual recreational pub-drugs he was used to. Those were usually round - certainly colorful, but they mostly came as dry pills, not seamless Genetech-branded capsules. This looked ... well ... like cough medicine.

"And /that/," mused Eve, still buried in Dane's chest, "Is something called 'New You'." She smiled up at him, producing another small gelcap by some sleight of hand. "It's some new over-the-counter health supplement nonsense, but Marky thinks they mixed up the shipments 'cause it supposedly kicks better than Ex. It's gotta be good, 'cause he was too blissed out to care that I took a bunch of 'em and didn't give him any money."

Dane followed her gaze across the room to where a big ram in a leather jacket sat at one of the round booths near the bar, a shit-eating grin on his face and a buxom cougaress on his lap. They certainly didn't /look/ like they were wearing over-the-counter expressions, and they cartainly seemed to be enjoying one another's company ...

"So let me square the plan with you." Eve stopped bouncing - the sudden lack of motion jarring enough to bring his attention back to her. She met Dane's eyes with a cute buck-toothed smirk, "We take our medicine. We hit the dance floor while it kicks in. And then ..." she walked two fingers down his chest - flicking the fabric of his shirt up as she crawled across his abs, "Then we get to /know/ each other."

Dane looked from the smoking-hot squirrel pressed against his body to the tiny red pill in his hand. There were all sorts of reasons that this could turn out to be a bad idea. An unknown drug in a crowded place with flashing lights and pounding music. The /worst/ kind of idea. But life was no fun if you got stuck on /could/, and he really needed a break. A smile broke out across his muzzle. "What the hell. Down the rabbit-hole."

He popped the pill into his mouth, and washed it down with a liberal helping of squirrel tongue as he pulled Eve into an enthusiastic French-kiss. He was really looking forward to getting to know this one.

Dancing with Eve quickly devolved into a thinly-veiled sexual pantomime as they both began to feel the effects of their 'medicine'. The music faded into a pulsing backdrop - a beat by which they explored one another's bodies. His hands on her swaying hips. Her lips against his muzzle. Teasing hands that felt /so/ good. Soft, warm tingles of pleasure flooded Dane's body - turning every little touch into electric bursts of ecstasy that spider-webbed up his spine and sent fireworks spinning behind his eyes.

Then there were the not-so-little touches. Eve's body pressed against his own with little provocation, and every time he became almost painfully aware of his maleness trapped beneath the increasingly tight denim of his jeans. He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't just tear her clothes off and fuck her in the middle of the dance floor every time they ground together. Though it was beginning to get harder and harder to remember /why/ exactly that was. Whatever 'A New You' was, it was making him hornier than he had ever been in his life. It felt fucking fantastic, it was just a little challenging to stop himself from indulging every carnal impulse that flitted across his brain.

Eve appeared to be having similar problems with self-control. As the music lulled between songs, she made it an excuse to lean into him - barely stopping herself from sliding a hand below his belt. She was only pulled out of her trance at the last second when he gasped - the feeling of her hand on his bare stomach sparking those wonderful feelings. "Fuck. Husky boy, I think we'd better get out of this crowd or I'm about to cause a scene."

"Yeah," Dane caught his own hand before it slid up her shirt. He could see his own hunger reflected in her wild brown eyes. Everything felt so good - so /right/. He was already kicking himself for letting himself cry out. A few people in the audience were looking their way at the outburst, but more importantly she might not have stopped - and then they could be ... "Unf ... and I don't think I'd be able to stop you. Your place?"

"Too far." She bit her lower lip, shaking her head slightly to try and clear her thoughts enough to concentrate as she stepped down from the dance floor with Dane towed behind her by an arm. Even that little sensation of her grip was feeding his brain with a warm buzz of desire, "If I don't take this edge off, you won't make it to the /car/ with all your clothes intact."

They wound up in the women's restroom. Dane's increasingly distant rational mind suggested they deadbolt the door to avoid getting caught fucking in the middle of the club. That part of his mind was drowned out as Eve had made good on her threat to start tearing off his clothes - his tee-shirt halfway up over his head before they were fully through the doors. He couldn't blame her, since he was busily working at peeling the jeans off of her shapely hips. The tight fabric clung stubbornly. How the hell had she gotten the damn things on?

Somewhere in the frantic undressing, they both got frustrated - Dane unable to see, and Eve unwilling to wait for him to cooperate and raise his arms up so she could get the shirt off. Neither article of clothing survived for very long, and after a short chorus of tearing fabric Dane was finally able to get a look at his dance partner.

In the bright, flouresecent light of the bathroom Eve looked even hotter. For one, it was obvious she was absolutely stacked - fabulous cream-colored breasts practically bursting out of a crop-top that looked tight enough to be painted on. She /clearly/ wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were proclaiming her obvious arousal to even a casual glance. How had he not noticed how big she was up top? That poor outfit certainly didn't leave anything to the imagination. The fish-netting didn't even reach all the way down her plush, gently curved midriff. The only scrap of anything below here belly button was a simple black g-string - threatening to give out as the straps stretched across the fur and soft flesh of her lower body. Were her hips ... wider? He'd gotten a pretty good grip on them out on the dance floor and he'd been sure she was such a slim thing ...

His lust-addled brain wouldn't let him concentrate on the discrepancy. This was the hottest chick he'd so much as /seen/ in a year. She was sexy. She was crazy in the best way possible, and any thought that didn't involve the two of them getting hot and heavy - and soon - just seemed to slide right out of his awareness. So what if she was getting curvier right in front of his eyes? How could that /possibly/ be a bad thing?

Eve, for her part trailed a hand lightly across Dane's chiseled chest - pinning him against the door with another kiss - playfully tugging on his lower lip with her teeth as her hands slid quickly down to work on the button of his jeans. It was painfully slow going - the mixed pleasure, tightness, and anticipation nearly driving Dane insane. Then, when she got the job done, it became readily apparent what the problem had been. More than a foot of thick dog-cock burst out of the tight confines of his jeans, a thick smear of clear precum sliding lazily down the length as it bobbed free. His balls were still hugged tightly by the denim, crammed down against an inseam never designed to contain such a well-endowed dog. They both stared down at the throbbing monster.

Okay. That was /definitely/ bigger.

"Fuck me! Husky boy, you've been holding out on me." Eve took a step back and looked him over, excitement and a raw, unbridled hunger dancing in her eyes. Dane forgot all about his own transformation as he watched the drop-dead gorgeous squirrel sway over to the sinks - her hips rolling hypnotically as she moved. She braced her arms on the countertop in front of the sinks - the big mirror giving Dane a view from both sides as she posed. Her shapely ass on display from one side, and her increasingly impressive cleavage prominent in the mirror. "Come on, now. It's not polite to leave a lady waiting."

"You're no lady, little squirrel." Dane growled as Eve /wiggled/ her ass at him. He left his pants behind on the floor - forgotten before he finished stepping out of them. In one quick motion, he put the poor g-string out of its misery - the overtaxed elastic snapping off with two sharp snapping noises. "You're a good little slut." *Pop!* "You're hot for cock in a public bathroom where just /anyone/," *Pop!* "could walk in here and find us -"

"Mph. Let 'em watch." She bit her lower lip and backed her hips up against his groin, pressing the thick mass of Dane's cock up against the firm flesh of her ass. He went a little weak in the knees, at the light sensation. "Just fuck me, you tease! I want everyone in the building to hear me scream - they'll all wish /they/ were such Good. Little. Sluts."

Some small rational part of Dane's mind gave a final weak objection. There were cameras just outside the door. Several people had seen them both push their way in here, and this was a /very/ public place. But that was as far as rationality got. He didn't care who knew. He wouldn't care if he was on stage in an auditorium. He was going to fuck this girl silly.

Dane bent her over the narrow little countertop, snarling with need as he guided his cock to her wet entrance. She moaned - loud and passionate - as he entered her, and the wonderful sensation of her tight cunt wrapped around his length became the foremost thought in his brain. This was already far and away the best sex he'd ever had, and he wasn't even all the way in yet. He bottomed out, a few extra inches of his cock still throbbing in the open air, and as he began to fall into a rhythm, the animal part of his brain took over entirely - wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. He was merely along for the ride as cascades of wonderful sensation washed away all thoughts that weren't about fucking the red squirrel beneath him senseless.

Eve, meanwhile was putting on quite a show. The mirror gave Dane front row seats to see the pleasure plastered on her face. She braced herself against the glassy surface, shoving back to meet him with every thrust - her mouth locked open in a pleasant 'O' by gratified moans, her eyes squeezed shut against pleasure that sent her bushy tail twitching and every muscle in her body locking up at regular intervals. Her increasingly impressive cleavage pressed up against the countertop, straing and tearing her over-taxed top with every thrust until it gave out completely. Her breasts spilled out over the counter, bouncing forward with every thrust and coming back to rest a little more heavily every time.

Dane found his hands on her wide hips being slowly forced apart as her hourglass figure expanded in every direction. Despite the fact that he was /sure/ his own maleness was considerably bigger than when they he'd entered her, he soon found himself hilting in her hot, tight pussy - his massive balls slapping and bouncing against her inner thighs heavily as he rutted into her. Every passing moment felt better than the last - as firey passion burned through Dane's body - rising in intensity with each passing second. He wanted more. More pleasure, more flesh, more /fucking/.

Then, the pressure started. A strange tightness in his groin that quickly built into an uncomfortable weight, enveloping his entire maleness. A twinge of pain and pleasure interrupted his rhythm - causing him to gasp and pull out. Eve made an unhappy mewling noise as he stopped - but he barely heard her. The sensations intensified, becoming a white-hot lance that would have knocked him from his feet had he not been holding on to Eve for dear life. He slammed his eyes shut for a moment that seemed to last an eternity, and then - as quickly as it had come - the pain vanished and he was left with only the pulsing, throbbing, pleasure.

Dane opened his eyes. His skull tingled with New You's trademark pleasure - nearly twice as intense as before. The strange, heavy weight in his groin drew his gaze down ... and his eyes nearly jumped out of his skull.

Two. Two massive cocks jutted out of his groin - twin spires of flesh longer than his forearm and fist together and thicker than his bicep. He could feel a second pair of massive balls pressing against his thighs between his legs. The small, rational part of his brain screamed and tried to find a corner to hide in. This wasn't natural. This wasn't possible. You didn't just /grow/ a second cock!

The animal part of his brain, emboldened by the wonderful pleasure being generated by his twinned maleness, ignored his rational mind completely. His gaze wandered over to the blissed-out squirrel still riding the afterglow of multiple-orgasm right in front of him. She breathed heavily, watching him in the mirror and eyeing him with the same hungry eyes - her wonderful ass still presented before him. Her voice was breathless, pleading, "Don't stop. More."

More. More was better. So what if he had more? So he was better able to please the both of them? This was the best thing that could have happened! He stepped forward, and drove a cock into her cunt, working the second into her ass, and lost his breath at the sensations of unnatural pleasure that flooded his brain.

"Fuck me!" Eve screamed, her moans of pleasure rising in pitch and volume until her voice cracked. Her eyes were wide, her back arched, and her massive breasts pressed flat against the mirror's glass. Her ever-present enthusiasm graduated to full-fledged wild abandon. The mirror began to crack under the force of their fucking and Eve's expanding assets, but if the squirrel-turned-fertility-goddess noticed or cared, she didn't let it interrupt the experience, "Fuck me! Breed me! Give me your seed, you /fucking/ tease!"

Dane wanted more than anything to do just that, but his body was still building - his need to cum just mounting on top of itself until it possessed him completely. He could feel all four swollen balls brushing the inside of thighs - aching with his need. It filled him up until it /overflowed/ him - and still it just built. He couldn't say how long he was trapped in that eternity of swelling, pulsing need - unable to cum.

After what surely must have been eons, he felt the dam begin to crack.

"I'm gonna-" Dane's jaw locked up as he spiraling over the edge into twin earth-shattering orgasms. His warning wouldn't have been enough anyway. He was going to cum? That couldn't begin to describe what happened. His senses were subsumed by pleasure - one by one. Touch, taste, sight, sound, and smell where nothing but white walls of bliss around the sheer relief that came with such a powerful release. In his altered state of mind, the pleasure from just one cock would have been overwhelming. Two? Two was a /spiritual/ experience.

When the world came swirling back to Dane, he found himself doubly knotted in his enormous squirrel lover - still coming like a fire hose. He was swimming in a lake of orgasmic bliss - barely treading water - but he was no longer /drowning/ in it. Eve was pressed up against the mirror, cracks spider-webbing out from around her chest and palms across the mirror's surface. Her head fully cleared the top of the mirror - her face locked in bliss that was beyond orgasmic. With Dane's hyper-natural virility pumping her full of white hot seed, her figure was rapidly swelling - approaching the body of a full-fledged fertility goddess. Already she looked five months pregnant, and she was filling with life at a frighteningly quick pace.

As Dane watched, Eve passed looking nine-months in, her bloating belly pressing against the sinks below her. There was a moment of resistance before she simply bulged /through/ the ceramic and pipework with a sickening crunch - as if the whole countertop were no more sturdy than wax paper. Pipes burst, and Dane felt water flowing around his feet, mixing with the sex fluids that coated the floor before running off towards a drain in the floor.

By the time Dane's enhanced anatomy allowed him to stop being a living cum pump, Eve's womb was big enough to begin threatening the wall itself. He collapsed back to the tile, his chest heaving, semi-flaccid cocks flopping back against his upper body, oozing the last dregs of his seed into his fur. His whole body was pleasantly sore, and the cold water flowing under him was a grounding force.

Without him bracing her, Eve dropped to her knees, still moaning in pleasure. She leaned forward, resting on her still rapidly-expanding pregnancy - its growing bulk sliding her across the sex-slicked floor towards where Dane was struggling back to his feet. The fractured mirror reflected back hundreds of massively pregnant squirrels expanding across the room.

With the warm, tingling afterglow buzzing through Dane's body, genuine lucid thought flitted across his mind for the first time since he'd taken the little red pill.

What the /fuck/ had he gotten himself into?

Dane reluctantly decided it was time to abandon the bathroom. Eve's swelling bulk had already collapsed the nearest bathroom stalls, and the space in the little tile room was quickly becoming cramped as the squirrel's pregnancy progressed at frightening speed. She had been more womb than squirrel for a while now, and her expansion showed no sign of slowing any time soon. At least she seemed to be enjoying herself - greeting the prospect of being wall-to-wall pregnant with warm churring noises and the occasional cry of extreme pleasure as another bathroom appliance gave out under her swelling belly or something within her kicked as it grew.

She was too overwhelmed with sensation to even be aware of the world around her, much less Dane's comparably miniscule form - leaving the newly-minted hyper-husky to examine to his own swelling. Twin, massive members hung down towards the floor, knocking against his knees even while completely flaccid - the thick pillars of flesh that weighed down sheaths that had no hope of containing their mass. Four cantaloupe-sized, white-furred testicles hung low between his legs - pressed up against his inner thighs and forcing him to stand bow-legged. They ached - tight and /heavy/ with impossible amounts of seed.

Thick, white cum drooled lazily onto the floor from the heads of both massive cocks - more seed than Dane had produced in his entire life before today, dibbling into the swirling water at his feet every thirty seconds or so. That was just the /overflow/ - his balls filling him back up so quickly that not even his mutated anatomy could contain all of it. He needed to find someone else to fuck - and fast - or he was going to explode. The mountain of pregnant squirrel filling up the room behind of him was an accomplishment any suitably fertile male could be proud of, but a virility like his was meant to be shared with more than one female - preferably more than one at a time.

He grunted as he forced himself back into his jeans. He left them low on his hips to make sure there was enough room for his prodigious balls. It was still tight going, and shoving the massive girth of his cocks down one pant leg was only marginally successful. Even with the zipper undone, there wasn't enough room to contain all of him, and a large dark-pink bulge of cock-flesh jutted up obscenely from the open fly - to say nothing of what was clearly visible outlined in the straining denim.

It was a long way off from an outfit for a night out, but it would have to do. The fur of his bare chest was streaked with sexual fluids. The jeans he was squeezed into were soaking wet from the water swirling around the bathroom floor. One of his pant legs was leaking a line of viscous cum down his bare footpaw and onto the floor. He was /proud/ of the fluids that stained him - a visible reminder of his own virility and viability as a mate - but he was also aware that society still had ... different standards. Wearing pants was the best compromise he could manage on short notice.

The New Dane was a hyper-sexed monster - and while he was absolutely sure that was a wonderful thing to be, the stark normalcy of the jeans only served to emphasize the how much he had changed. This was a remarkably poor attempt at masquerading as a normal person, and his disguise wouldn't pass even a cursory inspection if he drew attention to himself. In a crowd, though, most probably wouldn't notice unless he was right next to them, and Dane was confident that a few minutes of intimate scrutiny could convince anyone to give him a try, if only out of curiosity. It might take quite a few of them to handle him, in fact. A swarm of beautiful, fertile girls swelling up as he pumped them full, filling the dance floor ...

Dane took a deep breath and forced himself to focus as he stepped out into Studio Six's crowded main room. The atmosphere in the room was subtly different from when he'd last seen it. The music still played. People still danced, drank, and gathered around tables to talk, but a heady, musky smell hung in the air around them. Their body-language was different, too - more open and almost feral. Couples were beginning to get physical with one another more or less out in the open, and it wasn't hard to spot the little oddities in the crowd that could only be the work of a few of those wonderful little red pills.

A lean, male hyena in gothic garb and silver-studded piercings was seated near the edge of the dance floor, making out with a bunny girl, dressed in a matching black tube top that was clearly straining under the effort of containing such a top-heavy lapine. Tit-flesh bulged out of the edges around the elastic material. The hyena, meanwhile had his thick, red tongue threaded down into her cleavage - the appendage easily long enough to reappear below the prodigious valley of rabbit flesh and arc back up to caress a fat nipple beneath the tight top. Dane watched as a /second/ tongue slipped out of his mouth, sliding down over her curves to tease the hem of her dress. She moaned in pleasure as the altered hyena concentrated on his work, and while a few people on the dance floor nearby looked their direction, no one commented on the exhibitionist oddity. If anything, they returned to their dance partners with new fervor - and more than dancing on their minds.

At the bar across the room, the cute calico had her black button-down shirt open, her torso obscured by two massive pairs of white-furred breasts that overflowed her frame. Where she might once have sported pert nipples, each breast was instead capped by a thick black-hued cock that any porn star would have been proud to have. The lower pair of her massive mammaries rested on the countertop where she was quickly drawing a small crowd of patrons. At any point in time, four of them were crowded around her expansive tit-flesh - gulping greedily at the thick cream that flowed freely into eager muzzles. Men and women alike took turns deep-throating her with lewd enthusiasm until their bellies bulged - collapsing onto a stool nearby until the craving came back and they joined the group vying for another taste. The brew went straight to their hips and their heads - a few of her more regular visitors making out with one another as they slipped out of too-tight pants with no regard for who might be watching.

The big ram seated at the table Eve had pointed out earlier looked more ... slight in most places. His silk shirt was loose over his arms and shoulders, but was pulled tight over the chest - where it was struggling to contain a rather sizeable pair of breasts. He still had the busty cougar seated on his lap, and she had a hand down the front of his pants, stroking a massive male bulge within. It was visible below the table from this far away - looking like he'd tried to shove two legs down one side of his pants. The material was torn in several places, the combined expansion of his girthy cock and increasingly shapely hips proving too much for the material. The cougaress' other hand reached down to her own groin, where she was massaging a sizeable bulge of her own. The tight, red material of a dress that had been designed to hug her curves was pulled taut over the outline of a thick maleness that disappeared into the cleavage line created by breasts nearly twice the size of her head and four times too small for her dress. The ram reached out to caress her softball-sized orbs through the tight dress - and Dane saw a familiar hunger burning in their eyes.

In other places, more "normal" pairings could be seen in various stages of undress. The entirety of Studio Six seeming to have developed a healthy exhibitionist streak. Or, Dane corrected himself, had found themselves suddenly horny enough not to care who was watching - as the pheromones pouring off of the more mutated members of the crowd invaded their thoughts. The whole building was flooded with sexual tension - teetering just this side of a full-blown, nonstop orgy. When it tipped over that edge, anyone with a dose of New You Serum in their system was going to be very ... popular.

Dane smiled hungrily as he scanned the crowd, trying to find the best place to insert himself. A half-dozen "normal" girls might do for an appetizer, but as he scanned the crowd, he found his tastes trending towards something a little more ... enhanced.

It was just a simple matter of finding whoever was already having the most fun.

At one of the circular booths near the center of the room, Dane found exactly what he was looking for. Most of the space on the seat was completely occupied by the towering Amazonian figure of a dark-scaled dragoness. She was turned away from the table, and Dane was treated to a view of her massive, shapely backside. The torn remnants of a simple white shirt still clung half-heartedly to her rippling back - the cuffs torn around bulging biceps. Whatever she'd been wearing around her lower half had been completely undone by her transformation - bearing her heart-shaped ass to anyone who wanted to watch. Her thighs bulged with predatory power where they knelt on the cushions.

She might have been eight and a half feet tall from obsidian horn tips to her clawed toes. She was a delightful combination of feminine curves and smooth, savage power - all of which was currently concentrated on the squirming husky girl she had pinned against the wall, positioning herself so that the canine's considerable breasts were at a convenient height for the scaled giant to give them a thorough going-over.

The dragoness' partner was wearing even less. The claw-torn scraps of a bright pink cloth on the back of the booth spoke to the fate of her wardrobe. She was cute, leanly-figured with a mane of black hair spilling over her shoulders and back. A stripe of dyed pink ran through her hair and continued through her blue-gray fur, outlining her curves as it ran down her body, dropping out of sight behind the bulging form of the dragon. Only the massively enlarged state of her breasts gave any hints that she was serum-enhanced - where she was giving even the big dragoness a run for her money in the endowment department.

The nipple that didn't currently have a dragon's mouth around it was leaking glistening white milk in a steady stream in response to the skilled attentions of a massive paw. The growing dragoness appeared to have quite the appetite - her massive form tightening and swelling - growing slightly with every gulp she took.

The husky girl spotted Dane first, blushing and letting out an adorable "Eep!" as she apparently realized that he was watching her, and yes - there was a substantial dragoness currently attached to her nipple literally milking her for all she was worth. She tried to get the dragoness' attention with a bare foot, which resulted in her toes getting a good solid tonguing. Her eyes rolled back for a moment, and she moaned in unadulterated pleasure.

"Alexi-" the husky hissed between short, ecstatic gasps. "Company! Please ... Ah!"

"Let mm aatch." The dragon's - Alexi's - words were muffled by the footpaw in her mouth. She gave it one last long, lick and turned to glance over her shoulder at Dane. Her face lighting up when she spotted him, "Oh! It's the wolf from the washroom!"

"Husky." Gasped her partner, "He's a husky."

"Whatever," She tweaked one of the husky girl's large nipples, and the sensation took her breath away again. "Canines all look the same in the dark, yeah? You're the one who slipped away with that bouncy little squirrel girl, and gave us such a lovely chorus of screams. We're /big/ fans of your work. Zoe here practically jumped out of her clothes when she heard you two going at it."

"Y-you tore off my clothes, you crazy beast!" Zoe protested. She squirmed in Alexi's grip, eyeing the dragoness' probing hands with an indignant glare.

"Mmm, guilty." The dragoness' gaze travelled slowly down Dane's body - taking in his naked chest, the uncontained bulge in his ruined pants, and the small puddle of cum that was beginning to form around his footpaws. A devious smile flicked across her face - a wonderful, feral hunger burning behind her eyes. "I see someone found Marcus' little red pills. That's /quite/ the ... Mmm ... I bet you taste wonderful ..." She turned back to the husky with a girlish glee, "What do you say, little Zoe? You good for a threesome?"

"Guh." Replied Zoe as Alexi slid her scaled muzzle between Zoe's legs before the husky could give a real answer. The poor girl's wits vanished. The only sound she produced was a sharp intake of breath as serum-enhanced sensation assaulted her brain.

"Good enough for me!" Alexi rose and stepped out from the booth, depositing Zoe on the cushion with her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolling - guiding Dane down next to the pleasure-drunk husky. He opted to break the ice with a passionate dog to dog kiss - letting his hands explore her soft body - while the dragoness squeezed herself under the table. Her bulk barely fit beneath it, but she eventually got into position - her head between Dane's legs as she smiled up at him. "Let's get you indecent, shall we?"

Alexi tore Dane's pants off with the force of someone /very/ strong trying to be gentle - almost pulling him under the table with her. He broke off his kiss with Zoe as he suddenly found himself sliding - his maleness spilling into the open space between the booth and the table, his balls bouncing heavily against the wooden backboard of the seat beneath him, his hardening cocks butting against the table with two solid thumping sounds. He couldn't see anything from this angle, but he could feel two massive hands grip the base of his shafts as the dragoness let out a low whistle.

"I think I'm gonna need a hand down here, Zoe." The dragoness laughed, running a rough tongue up one of Dane's shafts, sending fireworks of pleasure off behind his eyes. She smacked her lips audibly as she was rewarded with a generous helping of thick, seed-laden precum. "Or another mouth. Your choice."

The husky girl leaned down as far as she could, given the size of her heavy chest - her brow furrowed in confusion. "How am I supposed to fit-"

"Just get down here and we'll figure /something/ out. Trust me; you don't want to miss /this/."

Zoe disappeared beneath the table, leaving Dane by himself on the cushioned bench, enjoying the sensations of flesh, fur, and scales brushing against his rigid members as a series thumps and rustles came from under the table. There was a strange sensation of something ... flowing around his feet before he felts scales replaced by the heavy press of soft, furred breasts against his bare legs and the sensation of a warm muzzle around the head of one of his cocks.

"Another mouth, it is!" Said one of the girls. Dane couldn't place which one. Rational thoughts were doing a wonderful job of running for the hills as his second member began to get attention as well. How had he been so calm and composed just moments before when there was the possibility of doing something that felt so good?

They girls worked as one - from teasing tongues and cum-slick hands to hot, tight mouths, they seemed completely in sync in pleasuring him. That wonderful tide of pleasure washed over Dane as they worked, and he let himself be carried away in it. He could imagine them both under there, their bodies pressed together in that tight space, their muzzles slick with cum as they gulped greedily at his monstrous members.

Dane could feel them swelling underneath the table - his serum-tainted cum feeding their changes. Warm flesh pressed up against his legs and his expanding, aching balls. Powerful hands worked to grope his length as the space under the table became increasingly tight. Anyone who wanted to look would have been able to clearly see the dragoness' massive form - even if he wasn't quite sure how the husky was arranged beneath her bulk. The clear expression of pleasure on his face would leave absolutely no doubt what was going on.

They were such dirty girls - fucking him in public like this.

Not that anyone in Studio Six minded terribly.

A short distance away, Marcus - now an impossibly curvaceous, hyper-endowed hermaphrodite - was bent over the table by hir equally well-endowed cougaress lover. The massive cat cock bulged the sheep's abdomen obscenely as bulbous balls slapped against shapely ass. A curling pair of ram's horns sprouted on the cougar's forehead, growing until they dwarfed the pair on the sheep below hir, leaving no doubt who the dominant party had become. Both were jiggling and bouncing hypnotically with each thrust - bulging more and more - becoming more and more endowed as the minutes passed. Neither paid much attention when the table collapsed beneath them. Lust occupied their thoughts, and the impossible task of sating their new desires consumed them. The pheromones pouring off the pair had driven a few of the people at the tables nearby into a fevered rut of their own. Clothes were had long since passed the point of optional, and were quickly becoming intolerable impediments to sex - and quite a few carefully constructed outfits were completely destroyed in the lust-fueled frenzy.

The bartender's assets had swelled to include a third and fourth pair of massive breasts, propped up on the countertop - taking up so much space that the cat herself was barely visible behind their mass. The fact that each was tipped with a cock that would have put draft horses to shame didn't seem to quell the enthusiasm of those drinking from her. In fact, quite a few were beginning to resemble draft animals themselves - their widening lower bodies growing into powerful, tauric forms that each sported multiple rows of bulging breasts or a large, bestial cock. As the crowd around the not-so-little calico grew larger - and /larger/ - she rose up, propping a pair of forepaws up on the countertop. This motion allowed the crowd access to another massive pair of dick-nippled breasts on her taur body. This system worked for a short time, but soon there was only one way to keep up with the swelling demand. She heaved her entire massive form up onto the countertop with a heavy grunt of effort, revealing her serum-blessed body in all its glory. She lay on her side, reclined across most of the entire countertop. Unlike most of her disciples, whose changes ended after a single quadrupedal body, hers continued on - another heavy, feline torso beyond the first, and the second. Four pairs of breasts graced each partition, filling up all the space on the bar and then some. The crowd redistributed itself, but the empty space was quickly occupied by swelling bodies.

On the other side of Dane's table, the mostly-dainty rabbit girl was rapidly expanding out of her clothing under her hyena lover's ministrations. Her massive tits spilled out into the dance floor - easily as large as the girl herself. She would have been completely immobilized by their sheer mass if not for the two powerful, waist-thick, tentacle-like tongues that supported the rest of her weight. One continued to massage her breasts, while the other plungedinto the folds of her sex, the powerful muscle rippling with a sinuous, pistoning motion that had the rabbit screaming in pleasure. A clear, viscous slime covered the hyena's grappling, python-like appendages - lubricating their questing touches until it was absorbed into fur, scales, and feathers - the flesh below rapidly expanding. The hyena quickly proved himself an undiscriminating artist, snaking a third tongue down the pants of a nearby fox as a fourth and fifth strayed lazily into the crowd. The vulpine gasped and fought to undo his pants as he found his cock rapidly expanding into the thick coils of tongue that wrapped itself around his length. His mind dissolved into pleasure as his maleness grew heavy enough to bear him down to the floor - his balls filling the space between his legs even as the questing tongue tip played across his hips. He howled in pleasure, his body automatically thrusting as he was thoroughly tongue-fucked. The crowd inexplicably found themselves drawn in around the hyena as the dance floor erupted into a wild, expanding orgy.

A baffled security guard stepped out of his office in the back hallway, meaning to investigate the ... oddities going on in the main room. He didn't get far before the voluptuous flood of squirrel-husky hybrids that had begun pouring out of the bathroom in a fuck-frenzy overwhelmed the poor grizzly. Only minutes old, they had absolutely no concept of foreplay or the social niceties that would normally prevent someone from tearing the clothing off of security officers and rapidly introducing them into the myriad pleasures of serum-enhanced flesh. Most were already fully developed, towering a full head taller than the bear, consumed by a desire to breed, and so well-endowed that he couldn't have gotten his arms halfway around one of them. Their sheer mass and number meant he wouldn't have been able to refuse their advances even if the overwhelming smell of sex and squirrel hadn't had him tearing off his own clothes to join them.

Which - of course - it did.

Dane panted at the heavy, musky air that filled Studio Six, staring at the form rising up from under the table. His cock throbbed. His balls ached. He'd been enjoying the best blowjob of his life, and the scenes of wild sexual abandon that had become the permanent backdrop for Studio Six, but one or the other of the girls had decided to move their threesome beyond oral and into ...

Huh.

The towering form that stood up from between his legs - casting aside the table as if it didn't weigh a thing - wasn't either of his girls. It was, somehow ... both.

She - and it was definitely a /she/ - was a towering behemoth of muscle and female flesh, dwarfing the previously huge dragoness by a significant amount. She had two identical heads, somewhere between the predatory power of the dragoness and the soft, curved lines of the husky girl. Long black hair fell down her back in two wild manes - white-furred ears and small black horns peeking out at near the tops of her head. Long, reptilian tongues flicked out to lick cum that smeared the fur on their muzzles below wet noses. Dark lines of scales ran up the bridge of her noses to where two pairs of luminous amber eyes regarded Dane with a predatory intensity. A long, furred, reptilian tail lashed casually back and forth behind her, dashing the table into little broken pieces across the floor.

The hard lines of muscles on her arms were blurred and softened by the thick coat of dark fur, but when she put an arm on the booth next to Dane, the wood cracked audibly under the effortless strength in her grip. The motion lowered her breasts level with his muzzle. Where she'd inherited the dragoness' muscle and size - and then some - the same was true of the husky's buxom proportions. Four massive, white-furred mammaries filled the space between them - scales accenting flesh nearer to her core. Drips of thick white milk dripped from hugely erect nipples, dropping onto Dane's fur with pleasant tingling warmth. It smelled cloying and sweet above the scent of sex that hung off of her like perfume. Dane couldn't stop himself from taking a teat in his mouth - the sweet stuff splashing against the back of his throat and burning like alcohol.

"Attaboy." Came the deep, gravelly purr of the husky-dragon - spoken in stereo - as warmth suffused Dane's body - his body aching dully - blood pounding in his ears as a pleasant tingling sensation settled on his chest and thighs. "Take a nice ... long ... drink."

Dane's head spun as the nipple was removed after several deep mouthfuls, and his titan lover moved until she was kneeling in front of him, his towering malenesses between them. He realized with a little bit of shock that all four of his balls were resting solidly on the floor below the booth. Even if he'd been sitting up, the swollen heads of his cocks would be somewhere above his own. Huge beyond reason - but then, so was the girl currently eyeing him with unguarded desire.

"Oh yes. I'll be having all of that." Said one of the dragoness' heads - while the other sounded a deep, possesive growl. She rose up briefly, guiding the heads of Dane's cocks home - and the husky gasped as he felt both slide into their own tight, hot entrance.

The booth groaned in protest as she lowered herself down onto him, hilting Dane's monster malenesses completely inside her - a prominent bulge of cock-flesh showing even through the thick scales on her stomach. Buried in the wonderful tingling warmth consuming his body, and the drunken rush of fantastic pleasure, Dane barely noticed himself changing ... growing as the milk worked the same magic on him that it had done to the dragoness.

Dane's body swelled. Muscle mass piled onto his frame as his hips widened and the tingling in his chest intensified. When things began to /bounce/ as they fucked, he let a hand wander up to investigate - delighting in the feel of power as he moved. The first caress of the breasts he found there sent wonderful new sensations of pleasure across his body - seeming to spur on the transformation. He swelled larger in every direction - the sudden onset of mass combined with the exuberant bucking of the dragon-husky above him finally collapsed the booth below them.

Lying on the floor, his body responded to his rapid feminization with a deep, throbbing pressure in his groin. This time, the pain was a mere footnote below the pleasure as a third, impossible cock sprouted from his groin, forcing its way up into the dragoness' cleavage as fifth and sixth testicles filled up his straining sack. The combined sensation of third cock, the added pressure of even more cum straining to get out, and the simultaneous discovery of the joys of female nipples sent Dane spiraling over the edge into orgasm.

He made it through three ... maybe four massive spurts of cum with the pleasure climbing higher as each wave stacked on top of each other. Then, without warning, there was a sort of ... fluid feeling all over his body, followed by a rushing sensation, and then Dane was in the middle of a sea of pleasure that took his breath away.

His head spun as he fought disorientation. When had he gotten to his knees? Why was his chest and mouth covered in hot, sticky seed? Why was the room so small? His face felt strange - and was he making out with someone? No ... two someones?

Realization tricked in as shi began to realize where ... and what shi was. Two of hir heads were making out with one another. Of course. Perfectly natural.

The trio knelt on the floor- three separate consciousnesses combined into one massive, dragon-husky fuckbeast. Powerful claws raked the ground, digging deep furrows in the solid concrete floor as the massive creature flexed - arching hir back in pleasure. Three heads experienced six simultaneous orgasms - shared and echoed back across one another until they consumed hir entire being. Hir hands wandered across her wonderful body. Six massive milk-laden breasts thrust forward, leaking transformative milk into a puddle around her. Three hot, wet cunts fired full female orgasm at the slightest provocation - begging to be filled and used. Three cocks spasmed with the pleasure of release above six bulging, over-full testicles that would never again emptied to her satisfaction. It was at once new and wonderful - yet familiar, comfortable, and somehow ... right.

Powerful muscles sent pillars of cum firing from cocks that could put cannons to shame - soaring over the heads of the crowd, splashing against the wall and back to soak those near and far. It splattered against the vaulted ceiling, falling back down in fist-thick globs to rain down on furs all across the room. She watched the cascade of serum-corrupted virility with a sense of wonder and pride.

Those who had somehow avoided the mutations of New You up until that moment changed rapidly. They were blank canvasses, erupting into musclebound demi-dragons - dual-sexed and hyper-fertile. Their minds were obliterated by pleasure and the overwhelming desire to breed - even as their wombs swelled with a permanent pregnancy. Anything that moved was risk of being bred by the sexual, powerful predators - and even those out of the direct cumshot found themselves quickly being introduced to the wonders of a fantastic new body.

Those whose genetics had already become more ... pliable under the influence of the serum found their own changes accelerating forward with explosive speed. The bloated hyper-herm ram at the table nearby bleated in pleasure as the dragoness' seed washed over hir and hir massively-endowed cougar lover. Shi suddenly found hirself being double, and then triple penetrated as the cougaress suddenly tripled. A second head sprouted from the ram's shoulders, locking hir into a long, passionate kiss even as she became little more than a living cock-sleeve for the cougaress pistoning into hir from behind. From the way hir third head was soon screaming in pleasure, and the way shi was rocked by spasms - cumming all over the wall as her own endowments multiplied in size and number - she didn't mind being used in the least.

The first few moments were chaos on the dance floor as the tentacle-tongued hyena mutated into a genuine monster - shooting up several feet of height almost instantly - sprouting additional heads as his body swelled - each disgorging a multitude of powerful tentacles that spread across the crowd in seconds. His multitude of flexible appendages bulged and twinned as they grew - thickening and lengthening and twinning again until every soul had at least one exploring their bodies. They grasped and teased - most of the crowd suddenly finding themselves with a sex organ - or two ... or six - larger than they were. Men and women who would be crushed under the weight of their own endowments found themselves stuck in a vicious cycle - relying on the monstrous hyena to support and stimulate their pleasure-starved bodies, while every touch only spread more of the tainted slime all over them. They couldn't stop even if they wanted to - though the thought never even crossed their minds. The hyena towered over them, feeding them pleasure, continuing the growth - his mind lost in the same feverish need for /more/ as the rest of the crowd.

The growing squirrel orgy on the far side of the dance floor carried the infection back through their number - cerberused squirrel-hybrids simply out-breeding their single-endowed brothers and sisters by sheer number of things they could fuck at a time. It wasn't long before the mutation spread back to the original progenitor, and the sudden exponential growth of pregnant squirrel simply breached the outer wall with the force of its expansion. Confused and interested passers-by peeked sheepishly through the new holes in the nightclub - only to be swarmed by massive, mutant, squirrel fuckbeasts. That close, their victims were transformed into proper breeding stock in a matter of seconds - regardless of how fit - or in a few cases, young - they had been moments ago. From there, it was only a short step for the horde of hyper squirrels to begin spilling out onto the city streets.

The calico taur took a direct hit - drenched in husky-dragon spunk as soon as the orgasm began. She expanded outwards fast enough to collapse the entire bar beneath her weight in a matter of seconds. Her many tauric sections bulged with sudden addition of new breasts as the serum flooded her with pleasure. Eight became sixteen. Sixteen became twenty-four on each section, a single pair large enough to force her off her feet had she been standing - bloating as they rapidly filled with potent, transformative cream. The massive pillars of black cat-cock that topped each was longer than the legs of some of the less-transformed who crowded around her - though such people rapidly vanished - replaced by bulging, fucking taur bodies. The sudden addition of two new heads meant they could guzzle the sweet transformative nectar three times as fast - and with three times the endowment, everyone was losing what little remained of their inhibitions with record speed.

Before the dust from the collapse of the bar had settled, the calico's body began lengthening - new sections of elongated taur being added one after the other in rapid succession until she spilled onto the dance floor - forcing her way into the growing tentacle orgy and beyond to the horde of squirrels, as a few of the dragons began experimenting with the quickly developing hyper-herm orgy on the other side. Dane, Alexi, and Zoe watched from the center of the rapidly expanding fuck-fest - content to let it wash over them as they found warm bodies to fill with potent seed, and big thick cocks to sate their own desires.

For them, it was the beginning of a forever, filled with nonstop sex and ever-increasing pleasure and voracious sexual appetites. A massive, never-ending, ever-changing orgy of their own creation.

--- 3 ---

Ferrian panted heavily as he knocked on the heavy oak double doors of the executive offices. The suite was on the top floor of Genetech's rather impressive corporate headquarters, and the somewhat pudgy rabbit was wheezing and out of breath after sprinting up the 30-someodd flights of stairs between the Research Division and the upper floors - glad that Mr. Grey's secretary had gone home for the evening. Mr. Grey himself would no doubt still be sequestered away in his office working on one of the mysterious 'projects' that occupied so much of his time, but the late hour meant the desk next to his door was absent its usual vulpine occupant.

It was a load off of Ferrian's ego. He had enough on his plate without worrying about the rather beautiful vixen seeing him winded and out of sorts. Imagine, a cottontail worn out by the use of his own legs! If his job survived this fiasco, he was definitely going to get out of the computer chair and hit the gym more often. If only the elevator hadn't been ... dripping. Then he could have-

There was a heavy sound from the other side of the door - interrupting Ferrian's what-if's. It was a sound like someone had lifted something incredibly heavy, and set it down too quickly - like they hadn't been expecting it to weigh as much as it had. "Yes? Ah, I think I'm ready for you now." The voice that came from the other side was /not/ the rough, gravel-throated growl of the company's lupine CEO that Ferrian was expecting. It had a feminine lilt. Deep, smooth, and familiar.

Ferrian caught his breath and opened the door, his eyes straining to see in the strangely dim light of the office. Sera - Mr. Grey's buxom secretary - lounged in the CEO's chair, brushing her long, dark hair back over her shoulders before resting her elbows on the desk and giving the rabbit a friendly, if vaguely predatory smile.

Ferrian caught himself before he stared too long at the dress shirt stretched across her chest. Even squinting in the dim light, he could see it was struggling to contain quite a bit of fox. Definitely a few sizes too small, half the shirt's buttons weren't even done up, revealing an expanse of cream-colored cleavage that strained the remaining material to near breaking, even more of her body just hinted at in the gaps between overtaxed buttons. Ferrian forced his gaze down, focusing on the colorful Genetech logo emblazoned on the base of the desk - as if it were the most interesting thing in the world - and made a conscious effort not to adjust his pants.

"Sera, what are yo-" he started, fully intending to ask about what she was doing alone in Mr. Grey's office - with the surly wolf nowhere in sight. He meant to ask about dim lighting, about the odd, musky smell that permeated the air of the large room, and about the strange dampness that squished underfoot whenever he shuffled uneasily. There was something odd about the way she was sitting that seemed ...

"Mister Grey is ... indisposed at the moment." Sera interrupted, waving away his questions with an idle flick of her wrist, eying him up and down. Ferrian would swear he felt his body /tingle/ under her gaze. And ... did she just lick her lips? "And I have been left ... in control for the time being." She smiled to herself, a wistful look flicking across her face before she focused back on the rabbit in front of her. "So. How can I help /you/ this fine evening? Surely you didn't run all the way up here just to chat."

"That's right!" He hadn't. The reminder snapped Ferrian's mind off of the little details. They had bigger problems. "I've got some rather ... startling news about the company's most recent product."

"The 'New You' Serum?" Sera leaned forward, a sudden hunger burning in her eyes. The motion did fantastic things to her cleavage as it rested on the desk. Where /had/ she gotten a shirt that small? It looked about ready to-

Danmit! Ferrian Refocused his attention on her /face/ before continuing, "S-something's gone wrong with the serum. Somone added ... something to the formula, and while we haven't been able to identify what it is ... exactly ... the effects are drastic."

"As I understand it, the product was /supposed/to 'change your life'." Sera cocked an eyebrow, "I believe the word 'drastic' was even used in one of our ad campaigns?"

"Not /this/ drastic!" Ferian shook his head emphatically. "It's /supposed/ to be a simple dietary supplement with a fancy ad campaign. Instead, we're getting reports of 'New You' Serum users experiencing ... well ... rapid, full-body mutation! On a scale and speed that /defies/ scientific explanation. Quite frankly, it baffles me."

Mutations, uncontrolled growth, rapid expansion of mass, and the spontaneous growth of new limbs and often ... sex organs - as well as jaw-dropping increases in fertility rates - all with little to no regard for what should be limited by the laws of physics. He wouldn't have believed it if there hadn't been an ... abundance of video evidence. Security cameras across the country were capturing the phenomenon first hand, and while Ferrian would have loved to study the serum - to understand how any of this was even possible - containment would have to come first.

"We've also got mental side effects ranging from complete lack of inhibition - both social and moral, to /extreme/ increases in libido, and an advanced desire to spread the serum's effects to those around them. We need to take steps to address the fact that we've got a full-fledged mutagenic plague on our hands, and our product is turning everyone who uses it into a new patient zero."

"Highly contagious, possibly society-undermining ... " Sera's eyes were wide, her expression intent. "What about the users themselves? Are their lives in danger from this ... 'plague'?"

"Not ... that we've seen." Ferrian hedged. It was quite the opposite, in fact. Those affected with the serum were unnaturally healthy. If he believed the footage he's seen on the live feeds were to be believed, the serum-enhanced were damn near indestructible - a frightening concept if you considered how high their fertility rates were being jacked up. Containing this now was their best and quite possibly only option. "Though they might be a danger to others with their ... enthusiasm, and there are already quite a few who would never be able to return to normal lives."

"I see," Sera's voice was quiet. Breathy. She seemed to be considering something - her eyes unfocused, and her expression distant. Ferrian thought she almost sounded ... excited , but his rational mind told him it had to be caution tinging her voice: "How much of our product is ... tainted?"

"Near as makes no difference? One hundred percent." Ferrian had a sudden difficulty recalling the exact figure. He was having a hard time focusing on anything except the impossibly chesty cougar across the room. Her breasts were currently threatening to un-make her shirt in front of his eyes. There was no way it had been that tight just a moment ago, had it? Surely it wouldn't have survived this long. Was it shrinking? "Whatever this is, it was deliberate. We need to do a full recall - get the word out there that our product is dangerous - and start talking about containment measures. This must be stopped before it gets more of a foothold, or I don't think there's any way anyone can contain it."

"On the contrary!" Sera practically purred "I think I'm going to order a /drastic/ increase production."

The sex-bomb vixen behind the desk rubbed her hands together as she shifted around underneath the desk - and action that caused her breasts to bounce tremendously, and the shirt to groan audibly. She placed another pair of hands on the desk, beginning to lever herself up from where she'd apparently been sitting on the floor, hunched further and further over the massive wooden construction in an effort to minimize her height.

It took Ferrian's mind a couple of seconds to fully register the details of what had just happened. Between the distraction of her shirt threatening to give way, her nonchalant attitude about the situation, and the stark physiological impossibility what he was seeing, he simply stood there in stunned disbelief as Sera rose up from the desk ... and rose ... and rose ...

The little tickling sensation in the back of Ferrian's mind that had been telling him something was wrong since he'd entered the room suddenly made startling sense. Sera had looked normal sitting behind the CEO's desk - the massive oak construction that had been effectively helping Mr. Grey intimidate his employees for nearly three years - had seemed just another desk with Sera sitting behind it.

Ferrian stared as she levered herself upwards, revealing a second, equally massive pair of breasts - completely uncontained by the obviously woefully inadequate shirt. There was a loud thump as soft, pink nipples as thick as Ferrian's wrist brushed up against the underside of the heavy desk, causing Sera to moan as a fifth and sixth hand rose to caress the sensitive flesh. The shirt /exploded/ - buttons pinging off of the far wall as Sera's slow, unstoppable expansion overwhelmed the garment - revealing the uppermost expanse of cream-furred fox-flesh in all its glory.

The shirt, Ferrian realized, must have once belonged to Mr. Grey. Designed to withstand the huge, muscle-bound wolf, the shirt had /almost/ fit across Sera's uppermost pair of swelling mammaries for a time - only to be effortlessly and utterly destroyed by breasts that were easily twice the size of the growing vulpine's head - and Sera herself was rapidly approaching the ten foot mark.

And she was still just /standing up/.

Sera rose up to her full height, revealing a third, and then a fourth pair of breasts, each as large as the last, vying for position on her lean - albeit colossal - form. Their mass completely obscured her elongated torso, pushing up against one another and forming new lift and lines of cleavage like a perverted Wonderbra. Thick, pearlescent droplets of milk spattered the desk, flowing freely over her hands and down her chest wherever one of Sera's many paws idly toyed with herself. Her entire front, the desk - and even the carpet Ferrian realized with a start - were slick and wet from the near constant flow. He lost count of her arms she had as they flitted about. Rubbing. Tweaking. Playing.

"Now who would want to contain /this/?" Sera purred, staring down at Ferrian with a supernatural hunger burning in her eyes. She was /definitely/ licking her lips as she looked him over this time.

The switch in Ferrian's brain finally ticked over. It was fight or flight time. Mr. Grey was missing in action, Sera was as far gone into the serum's effects as any report Ferrian had heard yet, and he was standing in the belly of the beast. Containment of this thing was out of the question now, but /he/ was still in his right mind - maybe if he could get away ... then maybe he could survive. He could survive and then he could ...

Two things happened as Ferrian turned to run.

First, Ferrian tripped over his own cock. The erection he'd been plaintively ignoring during his conversation with Sera had slowly expanded down his pant leg under the influence of the thick, corrupted musk that hung in the air and the fluids soaking through the skin in his footpaws. It was now fully hard, stretching down somewhere past his knee. The constricting khaki fabric pulled painfully tight around a rigid thickness that could easily be mistaken for a third leg. As he turned to take his first frantic steps, his pant leg refused to bend and he stumbled perilously - sure the massive, mutated predator behind him would be on him in a matter of seconds.

He slipped on the slick carpet, and would have plowed headlong into the heavy, oak door - if he hadn't instead found himself buried muzzle-first in a solid pillar of pink flesh, fully as big around as he was. He flung his arms around the thing as he fell, trying to cushion his landing. This caused Sera to let out a gasp and another low moan as the thing surged larger in his grip, forcing his arms apart as it ... throbbed.

"Well, you certainly do get /right/ down to it, don't you?" Sera's voice came out almost as a gasp, and Ferrian realized immedately -horrifyingly - what he had grabbed a hold of. Stunned, Ferrian's gaze followed the path of the gargantuan, fleshy, fox-dick back around the room to where it flowed into the enormous, white-furred sheath between her wide, fertile hips. It would have been just out of sight as he entered the dimly-lit room, and he'd been so captivated by her - hir - femininity that he hadn't noticed the several yards of cock draped casually across the side of the expansive office. As Sera had grown - and grown aroused - during their talk, it had simply expanded to fill the doorway. Ferrian was completely cut off ... at the mercy of the fuck-beast Sera had become.

"The Serum did such /wonderful/ things to Mister Grey." Sera strode towards the trapped rabbit, brushing the heavy oak desk aside as if it weighed nothing at all - patting hir room-filling member as shi said the CEO's name. The sheer mass of hir own endowments should have weighed hir down, should have made hir completely immobile. Instead, shi moved with graceful flowing steps that sent hir hips swaying and made /all/ of hir bounce and jiggle hypnotically. With the desk out of the way, Ferrian could see shi had been granted full masculine package - a pair of balls hanging halfway down her shins, swollen nearly spherical with seed, and stretching the white-furred sack to capacity. "I've always been such a slut for a massive cock, but after he took the serum, he was /so/ big ... and he smelled so ... mmm, I'd never wanted to fuck someone so bad."

Ferrian tried to back away from hir instinctually with an emasculating squeak that probably would have embarrassed him greatly had this been another situation - pressing himself further up against the monstrous shaft as if he might somehow flee through it. This was apparently the wrong thing to do. The gargantuan cock rose up and twisted around him like a massive anaconda, binding his arms and lifting him bodily off the ground. Pre dripped down onto his muzzle from the bulbous cockhead, flooding his senses with a deep musky odor that seemed to fill his mind and push all the thoughts that weren't fucking Sera - putting his hands and body all over hir jiggling, milk-laden form - completely out of his mind.

Ferrian coughed and struggled against his cock-captor as he was /bathed/ in the stuff - but despite the excess lubrication, every motion he made only made his prison pulse and swell - its increasingly erect state not seeming to hamper its prehensile abilities in the slightest.

"The sex was amazing." Sera mused as hir dick effortlessly manhandled the poor rabbit, lifting him, rolling him around, and quickly depositing him to sit on hir lap, resting on top of the monstrous shaft itself, his feet tickling the tops of hir huge balls. Hands and claws quickly - expertly - tore away his clothes. Ferrian quickly found himself completely naked, and faced with a veritable wall of cleavage - obscured only by the head of his own more-than-two-foot erection. "But then I started changing, and things just kept getting better.

"The serum filled me with so much pleasure. It made me so much more." Sera tweaked a nipple as if to emphasize hir point, raising a milk-speckled hand up to Ferrian's nose. He licked tentatively. The taste sparked something primal in his mind as electric tingles of pleasure spread out in circles wherever the serum-tainted milk touched his muzzle and nose. He became sure - beyond any shadow of a doubt - that what was happening now was good, and somehow ... right, " And when Mister Grey began to help himself, my milk did even /more/ wonderful things to his cock - bigger and bigger and bigger until he was just all cock. Suddenly this monster's all me, and I can barely keep my hands off myself. I've got these tingles all over that just make me wanna fuck and grow and just keep cumming - and my dear wolf ... well I suppose there's only one thing a cock ever really wants.

"You could learn a lot from Mister Grey, little rabbit." Sera continued, a hand positioning Ferrian's head in front an engorged nipple. His lust-struck mind didn't need any further encouragement. He clamped his mouth down and drank greedily - a pleasant warmth washing over him. There was a tingling sensation in his groin, and when three skilled vixen hands rose to caress his rapidly swelling maleness, he couldn't stop himself from gasping at the pleasure and almost losing a precious mouthful of the sweet milk, "All that thinking. Worrying about containment and inhibitions and society and morality." She tsked softly - letting hir hands slid up and down his length, sending euphoric fireworks skidding across his brain, "Those aren't the sorts of things a good cock should think about."

Ferrian didn't worry about what she meant by that. His brain was too busy being overwhelmed with impossible pleasure. Every stroke of a delicate fox's finger was more powerful than even the most earthshattering orgasms he'd had before the serum. The sensation stacked on itself, always building. Each second threatened to throw him over the edge into an orgasm that promised to shatter what little remained of his mind - but instead it just built. The pleasure just grew. Each gulped mouthful swelled him larger. Each moment redoubled his bliss. He never wanted it to stop, and he realized that it never had to.

"Grow for me." Sera commanded, and Ferrian complied. He had feared this only minutes ago. Ferrian couldn't remember why exactly, but he understood now that he'd been wrong. This was heaven. He had ached for so long. He'd dreamed - desired - in some private corner of his mind to spend his days bending Sera over her receptionist's desk and fucking her like a wild animal in heat. But he'd put her on a pedestal - a goddess of sex to be worshipped from a far, but always just out of reach. Now that she was becoming a real goddess made flesh - a goddess of sex and lust and desire and so very much more - he could see that desire reflected in hir eyes. Shi wanted him in every carnal way imaginable, and it was beyond his ability to deny hir.

Ferrian let his hands roam across the expanse of breasts before him. Above, aside, and below, he found more of hir nipples to tweak and tease, and was rewarded with rivulets of transformative essence. It poured over him, soaking into his damp fur. Sera moaned lustily at the added attention, and Ferrian felt more than saw hir growth accelerate again - the wall of vulpine breast flesh simply expanding outwards to meet him. The nipple in his mouth bulged and swelled, forcing itself partway down his throat. He gagged and extricated himself before his forced-open jaws cut off the flow of the sweet milky ambrosia, and returned his hands to work the single massive teat, compensating by working his cock in between the lowest pair of Sera's breasts, his hips bucking automatically as hir whole body worked to bring him pleasure.

He lost himself in the feeling. The growth, the pleasure, and the sheer joy of the vixen's body became his entire world. The ever increasing torrent of milk flowing into him from his expanding lover ensured that his already massive cock grew ever faster - warping his mind further and further with pleasure and promises of more. Time lost meaning to him - dissolved into the sex-slicked world of Sera's cleavage and the wonderful sensations coming from his swelling member. By the by the time he had grown enough for the head of his maleness to peek over the top of hir breasts - only to have the head engulfed in the perverse and wonderful combination mutli-titfuck and blowjob - it was rapidly becoming hard to tell where the vixen ended and rabbit began.

Shi fed him her desires - to fuck and cum and grow until they filled the room - until they filled /everything/. In return, Ferrian reported his endless pleasure back to hir and allowed the growth to consume him - his entire body rapidly absorbed by the exponentially swelling girth of his cock. It hardly registered in his mind, he could still feel the pleasure - still move across hir body at hir slightest whim - his flesh pressing up against breasts and hips and ass, helping hir overtaxed hands caress hir every soft curve.

His growth didn't slow until he was a perfect twin for Sera's first cock, and together they broke through the far wall with a satisfying crunch, spilling into the lobby as the lofted office quickly overflowed with the sheer amount of fox flesh trying to occupy such a ridiculously small space. The wonderful feeling of the wall collapsing under hir sheer girth, and the wonderful glowing feeling of being a part of Sera's transformation were the last semi-rational thoughts that Ferrian had before his entire world became one word.

/Cum/.

Orgasm ripped through Sera's new form - white hot and wonderful beyond anything shi could have imagined. One massive cock had been fantastic, but two was beyond hir capacity to describe. Exponentially better. Infinitely better. Fucking amazing. Hir knees buckled as hir whole body went rigid with pleasure. Hir potent seed washed over hir in a hot, white flood - matting hir fur, mixing with the sweet milk that now leaked constantly from hir multitude of massive breasts. Hir fluids drenched hir, staining her red fur with blotches of off-white, and making hir feel sticky and dirty and wonderful all at the same time. Shi didn't know how shi had ever lived without the feeling of hir cum matting hir fur, displaying hir overpowering virility to anyone who might be watching.

With an idle thought, shi directed the head of one of hir colossal pricks towards the swollen folds of her feminine sex. Shi'd been too interested in turning the poor babbling rabbit into a massive fuckstick to give hir pussy the proper gratification it deserved. Thankfully, shi was more than well equipped to deal with that problem now. Hir tool moved easily into position - the excess lubrication making the fit possible despite its impressive size, and she gasped at the double-sensation of her self-penetration - hir whole body swelling with the new pleasure.

Shi had to stand hunched-over just to be able to be on hir knees - a feat made more difficult by the wonderful fullness of hir breasts. Hir session with the rabbit had left hir with several new pairs, and they all were growing increasingly sensitive and even more /full/ with every passing moment. Shi was beginning to have trouble reaching her nipples to help alleviate the pressure, and that just made things swell faster. The problem was exaggerated by her swelling belly - hir hyperactive fertility and virility quickly filling hir womb with a veritable army of growing kits.

How tall was this room again? Fifteen feet? Twenty? It was growing increasingly claustrophobic, and while shi loved the sensation of all of her bits rubbing together, it was an obstacle to her growth. It would have to go, or it was going to become crowded in here rather quickly.

The roof didn't last all the way through hir orgasm, and the north wall was obliterated by rapidly swelling breasts and a torrent of thick cougar-cum as the second didn't even have the decency to wait for the first to end.

The first of Sera's progeny emerged from her still swelling womb - fully adult - lusty, curvy, vixens. They were all well-endowed enough to make porn stars of both sexes green with envy, but that didn't stop them from rapidly maturing in both size and sexuality as their serum-crafted genetics took over. Those that helped their mother with hir milky burden soon found themselves taking after their fathers - rapidly becoming more cock than fox. Most of these gave in to their desires, and added themselves to their mother's growing number of endowments - even as the tainted milk spilled down the sides of the building and began flooding the city streets.

Still others tried to help sate the fires in their mother's legs - taking over breeding the next generations of hyper-foxes from Sera's many wombs. This freed hir own massive cocks to dive into the building, down tight stairways or simply through ceilings that buckled under their sheer girth, filling entire floors with seed and ever expanding fox flesh. All over the building, those still in their offices found themselves /bulging/ out of their clothing and becoming almost rabid with the need to breed. Anything. Everything. The overwhelming exposure to the pheromones flooding the building corrupted their minds and bodies faster than a direct does of the 'New You' Serum ever could have. Those caught directly in the flood of fox-seed found the transformation upon them with explosive speed - morphing into vastly-pregnant breeding machines. They were little more than living manufacturing plants for Sera's children, their minds consumed by the wonderful glow of being filled so far beyond capacity.

Sera watched from the top of hir tower as hir seed began to spill into the streets below. Hir children spread out into the city, searching for new targets to breed and corrupt - occasionally their pursuit devolving into lust-fueled orgies that only served to increase their number. Their serum-born mutations brought sporadic diversity even in the sea of writhing red and white furred flesh. It was a paradise for Sera. She was creating a world where shi could grow and breed and corrupt all those around her with wild abandon.

Ferrian had wanted to /contain/ the wonderful effects of the 'New You' Serum. He hadn't understood the pleasure it brought, or how it could make everything so ... right with the world. Those who hadn't been touched by its transformative powers couldn't possibly understand. Sera would show them. Shi would spread far and wide, sharing the gifts, the pleasure, the growth, and the never-ending sex. There would be /no/ containing hir.

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