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Day 1: A Perfectly Normal Fox

Alkali was ready with the first dose of his experimental smoothie before I walked into the lab. He shoved the glass into my hands, the pale yellow fluid within swirling around the rim.

"Drink, drink! You have to drink it right away before it sits for too long." He was insistent and encouraging me to chug it, even when I made a face and nearly stopped.

"Tastes like sand," I muttered, handing him back the empty glass. "These had better not all be awful to drink."

"They will be," came a squeak from the floor. Bomba was standing at Alkali's side, the diminutive otter leaning against the scientist roo's ankle. "Mine tasted like mushroom. You'd think with mushroom it would make me big, but no, here I am, small as can be, thanks to this dolt." Bomba kicked at Alkali's toes.

"Anyway, thanks for coming in to fill up for the day, Zev. Bomba absolutely refuses to let me do any testing on him now that he's shrunk." Alkali leaned in and whispered. "I'm reasonably sure he likes it even though he keeps complaining."

"I can hear you just fine, you know," the otter called up.

I signed some waivers, stating that I would not sue Alkali and his assistant (Bomba has been forced into being the lab assistant since he won't do anymore testing). In the event that something does go wrong, I'm well aware that I've no legal recourse and must live with whatever happens.

It seems just a little bit like overkill to me. I really don't think anything bad is going to happen. According to Alkali, he's worked out most of the kinks. He's trying to just create a supplement that will encourage growth after consumption, but he's hoping to keep the effects delayed and minimal. He doesn't want there to be mass confusion and chaos if he starts distributing a product that causes near instant size increases. Knowing him, he probably actually wants to do exactly that but hasn't quite figured it out, so he's setting his sights a little bit smaller for a test run.

Getting a chance to get bigger and buffer would be awesome. I'm perfectly content with my size. 5'7 and 200 pounds of muscle makes for a pretty impressive figure of cross fox. But I'll never say no to the chance to get just a little bigger and a little broader. I don't think anything too major will go wrong during a month of daily trials.

Alkali asked me to keep a recording in a diary. Not a problem, I'm fine with doing a little writing in exchange for the potential for size. Sounds like this is going to be a win-win scenario for everybody. As long as the flavours aren't all utterly atrocious. Day 2: An Ordinary Fennec

Alkali said the results of the first potion showed promise, but I don't feel or look any different, so I don't know what he's talking about. Then again, I'm not the one doing the measurements or using all the fancy equipment, so I don't really have a right to comment on it. He said that this was a good start and he's sure that by the end of the month there will be noticeable changes that will prove the success of his work.

I'm glad it's summer again. The warmer temperatures are so much nicer, and thanks to my large ears it's easy for me to keep cool no matter what I'm doing. Summer means the bonus of showing off my upper body, which made Alkali sputter and look away before he handed me the new potion for the day. I always knew the doctor appreciated a well sculpted male.

"Make sure to finish this one all, but don't worry about chugging it quickly," the kangaroo said. I gagged after the first sip. "Not a pleasant flavour again?"

"It's too salty," I said. "The consistency is also really thick."

"Like semen!" Bomba shouted from somewhere near my paws.

"It's not semen," Alkali grumbled as he turned back to his equipment to run a few more tests.

"So what's it like being a fennec now?" Bomba asked as he shimmied up the leg of a stool. I watched the small otter scramble his way up the metal, climbing like he was using a hanging rope in a gym.

"Now?" I asked.

"Ya, now," he said, as he sat down on the cushion. It would be incredibly easy to miss him there at all if I didn't know he was on the stool. He seemed to be even smaller today than yesterday.

I don't know what he was talking about, either. I've always been a fennec. It's made getting through the winters kind of rough, as I don't get the nice thick coats that red foxes get, but it has the nice trade off of making the summers so much more pleasant. And the beaches are great. Getting sand out of my fur is so simple, sometimes I just like to lie around the beaches for days and enjoy the heat of the grains on my back. Makes me think of how great the desert life must be.

Bomba asked if he could swing off of my ears. I told him no. People give me enough trouble for that already. He asked if I bleached my fur, and again I told him no. It's always been pale. That's perfectly normal for my species. That otter has some rather strange ideas sometimes.

Day 3: A Hyper Fennec

Today's potion tasted like beef. Like a really good and juicy hamburger that had been let to sizzle on the grill just enough, then taken off and presented without embellishment. No bun, no toppings, just good old fashioned meat. Writing about it is making my mouth water and I would really like some more of it.

Bomba seemed rather surprised with me today. He wasn't asking questions like yesterday, but he definitely kept giving me glances and looks, as if he'd never seen me before. Or maybe somebody like me before. I'd have thought that he would be used to my appearance already considering how long we've known each other, but I suppose some people will never get used to the sight of a package that bounces around knee level.

Alkali was pretty red in the cheeks today. That was understandable. I couldn't find any of my custom pants when I was getting dressed this morning, so I had to make do with wearing some sweatpants that don't really cover up everything. A bit of the base of my cock was showing, and I suppose putting on a shirt might have covered that, but it's summer and I'll be damned if I'm going to wear anything more than necessary.

"You sure you have enough to cover yourself up?" the kangaroo asked. Bomba was standing on the scientist's hat, coughing and looking around without trying to stare. "You won't get in trouble for going outside like that?"

"I don't see why I should," I told them. "I've had wardrobe malfunctions before and nobody seemed to care about it. This is at least somewhat covered, so that's good enough usually." The sweatpants definitely didn't like being stretched so much. I suppose that's what I get for wearing some of my tighter pants when going out. The only reason I own all those normal sized jeans is because sometimes I love trying to stuff my junk into something I know that won't fit. It can be pretty amusing and wonderfully arousing to have that visual reminder of my size.

"I'll need to take more measurements, a bit more intimate ones at that," Alkali stated. What he meant was doing full checks of the length of my cock. I could have told him that it hangs just past my knees, but he wanted exact numbers. That sort of thing never really interested me. I know what it feels like - it feels great. It always has. Then he wanted ball measurements. Cantaloupe sized wasn't good enough for him. So picky. I think he just wanted an excuse to touch my goods. He could have just asked. If I had to guess, I bet this whole experiment was just an excuse for him and Bomba to get the opportunity to play with my junk. Sheesh.

"You need any underwear?" Alkali asked as I was pulling up the sweatpants, struggling to tuck my goods into it.

"No thanks. I've got plenty at home." I do, I know I do. I'm just not sure where I left them. I found only my undersized pairs this morning. I'll go look for the ones that fit right now. Day 4: A Musclebound Fennec

Today's mixture didn't really have a taste. It was almost not a liquid at all, mostly smoke that just sort of billowed from the lip of the vial. I asked Alkali if it was normal.

"What? Oh, yes, that's the test for today," he said as he took some notes while measuring my biceps. "Working with more of a gaseous concoction to see if we can hope to get results other than just through liquids."

He seemed very intent on measuring my arms and chest throughout the check up. That does make sense, since he'd need accurate measurements if he wanted to prove his formula was working. I don't remember him spending this much time on it the previous days. I was happy to flex and show off for him. It was fun to watch him try and keep himself professional.

I can't blame him. I don't let just anybody feel me up. And it can be a bit difficult to keep people off of me. Most people aren't used to seeing somebody as wide as they are tall, and I'm pretty sure my shoulder width is actually greater than my height. Getting through doors has been a pain for years and years now. And people who suggest going sideways get a dirty look. I've got pecs and lats, people. Those aren't going to fit through narrow doorways any better than my shoulders.

Bomba was being particularly helpful today. He clambered over me, taking an end of a tape measure with him to help encircle whatever muscle group Alkali wanted checked. The tiny otter perched himself on my bubble butt when all was finished, and refused to get off when I told him I needed to get home.

"This is my butt now. It's all in your contract when you agreed to the tests," he stated.

"No it wasn't," Alkali replied, plucking the otter off of me. "Go ahead and get dressed."

"This is tyranny! This is an outrage!" Bomba squeaked and flailed as he was carried away while I worked on getting my sweatpants back on. Still haven't found where my custom pants are, but I'm a bit messy around the home, so it happens. Sweatpants are the best things anyway: I can fit my junk and my legs in them comfortably thanks to the more elastic material. And seeing my quads, hamstrings, and calves all perfectly outlined in grey fabric is definitely a turn on.

I get a lot of stares when I walk around town. Huge muscled fennec, with a bouncing package, wearing only as much as he needs to in the summer to stay at least a bit decent. Can't fault them for looking. I'd take public transit - heck I'd even splurge on a car - to obscure myself a little from the public eye, but I'm too heavy for most vehicles. Last time I tried to squeeze into a bus I was told I was a safety hazard. That's ridiculous, to me. People can get around me if they suck it in. Going to go to the gym for the rest of the day. I've been feeling so high energy since this morning. I wonder if Alkali's formula is finally starting to work now!

Day 5: A Muscular Kitsune

Alkali requested that I no longer just appear in his lab when it's time for the next appointment. He said that he needs a moment to be prepared for my entrance so he can put away what ever else he is working on first. I don't see what the problem is. I have an appointment. It shouldn't matter if I materialise outside or inside of his lab at that time. At least he agreed that I can leave without having to go through the door. Walking is such a waste of effort.

"So you're wearing clothing today," Bomba asked me as Alkali cleaned up some broken glass and a spill. I really didn't expect the roo to be so startled.

Wearing in the loosest sense of the word. Today I decided to garb myself in tank top and shorts. It's a good look for me - it looks like I'm wearing perfectly ordinary clothing for a man of my build, so I can't get accused of showing off too much fur.

When Alkali told me to get undressed for more measurements, he once more started, surprised to see me drop the illusion. Working with chemicals all day must be really messing with his memory. I know I've shown him that trick. It's one of my simpler spells.

He spent a lot of time testing the mobility of my tails, asking me to fan them out or cluster them together. I like having them separated and moving freely, for the most part. Having all nine of them bunched up restricts my powers. Not in actuality, that's just the way I feel about it.

Bomba was being huffy for the rest of the visit. He said too many tails makes it hard to see the butt, and if he can't see my butt, there's really no point in him being there at all. Not sure what's gotten his spots in a twist; I know full well he's never had a problem staring at my ass when he feels like it. Although that might have been on a day when I was obscuring the majority of my tails. Now I'm not sure.

The concoction for the day tasted remarkably like lady fingers. Not one of my favourite desserts, but I've got quite the sweet tooth, so I enjoyed the clear liquid. A nice treat and more along the lines of what I had hoped for compared to previous samplings.

I hung around to chat with them. Mostly to punish Bomba and have some fun with him. The best way to describe what I did would be to compare the spell to magnets. Bomba was one pole, my ass was the other, and the pull was strong enough that he couldn't get away from my rear no matter how much he struggled.

Alkali and I talked, mostly me trying to get him to tell me about his other projects and his research, while he sputtered and did his best to not stutter and openly stare at me. I should probably have turned down some of the charm, but that's not really any fun. I was born to make people want me, even if I didn't have this sexy bod. Being able to entice people with a glance is just one of the reasons I love being a kitsune. Day 6: A Multiarmed Kitsune

Another beef flavoured potion. I asked Alkali about it, since I thought the idea was to have different flavours to try and find ones that do and don't work. He said that there were some slight adjustments to the mixture, so that while it technically tasted the same, it was actually slightly different. I didn't ask anything more. The way he went on listing chemicals and properties left me scratching my head.

Today I was asked to do exercises. Alkali had a bunch of machines set up for me, and I had to admit I was impressed with what he managed to get. Gyms always have the problem of designing their equipment for people with just two arms. But I've got four. And it makes doing some of the more standard exercises incredibly frustrating when I can't find any machines that are built to let me train all four arms at the same time.

Not only did he get machines that I could use, he even found a way to get a decent amount of weight into them, I haven't had a workout that great in years. Free Weights are still better, as far as I'm concerned, since I can do bicep curls no problem when I don't have to worry about pulleys getting in my way. Curl all four up, let all four down and relax. It's pretty simple. People always stare when they see me doing it for the first time.

By far the best thing that he had was a custom built bench press, with two bars fully stacked and loaded, ready for me to use. I've never been able to get a decent pump in both sets of pecs at the same time like I did today. He wouldn't let me take it home when I asked, but he said I could come in and use it whenever I wanted, as long as I let him know first. I had hoped he wouldn't add that last clause. Would have been fun to just teleport in and get to lifting while he was in the lab working on something else. I saw how he stared at me today.

I almost had to apologize to Bomba today. I say almost, because he seemed kind of delirious when I found him, with this big goofy smile on his little face. Apparently I had forgotten to turn off my spell from the other day, and so he had still been stuck to my ass for the entire time I was out of the lab. He's mighty resilient! I'm surprised that he didn't get crushed under me while I slept.

Whatever was in today's juice has really got me itching to do some more lifting. I'm going to go ask Alkali if I can do another session. Three times in one day. Maybe I'll try focusing on lower arms today, since yesterday was upper arms day.

Who am I kidding, I'm just going to keep doing upper body entirely. Trying to squeeze into a shirt that's not made for me, then bursting the seams on the sides to let my extra arms through is exhilarating. I already busted two shirts since getting home. I'll repair them later so I can do it again, next time in front of an audience.

Damn, I feel good. Maybe the tests are finally starting to work! I can't wait to be bigger.

Day 7: An Overbuff Kitsune

Alkali was completely shocked to see me today. I guess wearing a three piece suit must have thrown him off, but I thought the idea of coming in with vest, shirt, and jacket all pulled taut over my muscles was a great way to enjoy the weekend. He practically fainted, which just made me laugh. I dropped the illusion for him.

"I had wondered how you could get a suit on," he said when he finally recovered.

What a silly kangaroo. Clothing doesn't fit me and he knows it. Even if I could find some shirts that could stretch over my monstrously thick pecs, or pants baggy enough for me to squeeze my thicker than tree trunk quads into, I wouldn't be able to actually get anything on me. Mobility has been a huge issue for me once I really got dedicated to working out.

I've got triceps fighting with biceps, and that's not an upper arm battling lower arm problem. I can only talk when I tilt my head back ever so slightly, otherwise my muzzle is trapped in my pecs. My favourite thing is my abs, though. I love having a ridiculously tight eight pack, with each brick standing out and fighting, almost looking larger than a normal person's stomach, but it's all pure muscle. If it wasn't for magic I doubt I could function.

"Cookies and cream," I told Alkali as I smacked my lips, the vial of potion bobbing merrily in front of me before I let it slowly sink down back to the waiting arms of Bomba, who wobbled and nearly collapsed under the weight of the glass. "I love cookies and cream. It's the best chocolate bar."

Alkali requested that I put on the suit again when he was done with today's measurements. I gave him a bit of a show by creating the garment in the air before attempting to put it on. Obviously there was no way I could properly dress, but by floating myself slightly, I could at least make the imaginary clothes slide into place on their own.

I started with a pair of underwear to contain my junk, a cottony affair done in a deep shade of blue that transitioned to black closer to the elastic. Then I did the shirt, specially designed to have four arm holes. The shirt almost whispered as it moved, slipping itself over my practically locked in place arms. From bottom to top, the buttons closed one at time, loose around the abs, scrumptiously tight around the pecs. I even made a show of having the top one be unable to close.

Pants followed, looking painted on, with each quad head straining the fake fabric. The belt was easy. Just a simple black leather, but having it loop around my waist, to highlight how tight my waist is, that was the fun part for me. The vest was next, the straps over my shoulder barely better than a tank top. Then the jacket, a two button piece that strained and creaked when I flexed. I made sure to not do up the bottom button. And finally, a tie, immaculately knotted around my bulging neck. I left Alkali swooning. It was a good day. Day 8: A Too Buff Dalmatian

Bomba would not stop talking about spots today. Sometimes I really don't know what to make of that otter. He seemed incredibly excited that I had spots to go with his spots, but why today of all days that should matter more than usual was beyond me.

"Spots, spots, spots." I don't think he said any other word the entire time I was in the lab. It was almost unnerving. Good to see him happy and enjoying the work, though.

I just don't know what he expected different. That I would suddenly come in with stripes? I've always been fond of my spots, as they make for some fun games when I've got company over. Guys will count them on one arm, then move to another arm and see if the number matches. Usually people forget, so they have to go back, and before long they are using tongue instead of fingers. It's one of my favourite intimate games. Especially when they start working towards the abs.

Or some people will do more of a connect the dots type of thing. I usually try and make sure I flex so they get their hands caught in my pecs or between bicep and tricep of same side arms. That one is usually more of a party trick than an intimacy sort of thing for me, just an excuse to show off my body.

And don't get me started on when people play with my ears. They're kind of floppy, and sometimes my hair gets a bit tangled around them, so it's always a treat when somebody comes over and undoes the knots, then strokes along the fur. It always feels just so incredible. Makes me blush a little red under my white fur.

Today's potion was very buttery. Not a bad flavour, just not something that I really thought would be good by itself. There was a lot more of it than usual, too.

"I'm trying a slight dosage increase," Alkali explained. "Since progress has been good until now, I want to see what happens if you get more on a particular day. Tomorrow we'll go back to the normal dosages. So just enjoy this extra treat and hopefully we'll see some real big changes tomorrow."

Of course I finished the whole thing. I don't want to interrupt the tests and ruin Alkali's research. He seems pretty happy with how things are going, so I'll trust that things are working out just fine. I know it'll be nice to get larger, especially given how much difficulty I have with moving already. I'm glad for my kitsune heritage. The spellcasting is so helpful. I don't think I could really manage to function without it. Heck, without it, I wouldn't be able to write this journal!

My sweet tooth is tingling. I think I'll indulge myself a little with some cake. It's been too long since I've had some sugar in my diet. A little treat won't hurt.

Day 9: A Musclegut Dalmatian

It's still bothering me, the flavour of today's mixture. I don't really have a way to describe it aside from deja vu, like something recognizable but in a vague, hazy sense. Familiar and foreign at the same time. It left me wanting more, but Alkali said that it was a very small batch and that it was probably going to be the only time he tried this particular set of ingredients. He said that if I don't see changes with this one tomorrow, he'll bust out a more extreme dose.

Now I'm kind of hopeful today's doesn't work!

Lab tests were about the same. The roo measured my gut today. Odd, when I think about it, that he hasn't done so sooner. It's a pretty nice bit of belly that I'm sure to take care of, both with exercise and food. You can kind of see abs somewhere, but they are buried under some fat. My stomach sticks out as far as my pecs - I can't even recall the last day I saw my feet when looking down.

One of the reasons I love having some fat on my body is mobility. Without it, I bet I wouldn't be able to move at all. With it, however, there's a lot more give over all, so my limbs can sort of rub together without being completely locked. I'm still pretty limited, like I can't really feed myself without having to resort to levitating the food to my mouth, but I can at least bend my arms a little bit and get something like a good flex going on.

Another reason I love my chub is the belly rubs. It feels just so good when somebody is giving my stomach some rubs, going all over the dome. So sensitive and wonderful. Getting rubs just has me falling on my back and throwing arms and legs up, begging for more and more attention. I'm insatiable that way.

Bomba was being affectionate again today, which makes me happy. I gave him some butt love, and he complained when I sat on him, so I just continued to do it. Having some cushion in my ass is great, I don't have to worry too much about crushing him when I want to play with him. In general, having that extra softness in my rump is nice. Aside from comfort, it makes any pants I decide to wear for the day look real great. I've seen people checking out my ass just as much as my junk. Front or back, I've got what the boys want.

Oh ya, I almost lost track of my point. So Alkali measured my belly, and asked if I was going to want to keep it, or if I would prefer to have abs and lose the fat. I told him I didn't really have much intention of getting rid of it, since I'd worked so hard to develop it in the first place.

"Well I'll be sure to adjust some of my formulae then so you don't end up slim," he reassured me with a smile. "Maybe I'll even find a way to get it bigger for you if you want."

I told him I did. Having huge muscles just wouldn't be the same without my huge gut to go with it.

Day 10: Musclegut Dalmatians

Alkali was pretty disorganized today. I was standing around for twenty minutes waiting for him to clean up a mess of some sort. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but I overheard him grumbling about spotted dogs causing trouble, and that just left me grinning and with enough information to guess that one of my doubles had probably gotten into the back.

I'm kind of hoping Alkali will do some testing on them too. Having exact copies around is pretty fantastic, but the idea of them getting to grow with me would be pretty amazing. Heck, maybe Alkali can even use them for other experiments. I'm not really sure why it took me so long to realize this. I'll have to ask him tomorrow if he's okay with trying a few more things.

When the roo finally came back I could smell what the cause of his problems was. I'm guessing two or more of my clones had decided to get frisky somewhere and were just leaving a big mess on the floor. Probably the walls too. Alkali should know I take no responsibility for their actions. They may be my duplicates, but hey, they are their own people too.

Maybe I should have been keeping better track of where they all were at the time. I was pretty sure that this morning I was only up to four, but then I found two back in the house on the bed, and there had to be at least three at the lab, plus some more that I think said they were going to go to the beach today and do a bit of cruising. Eh, they can handle themselves. And I'm kind of hoping the ones who hit the beach will bring back some nice ass for tonight.

I wonder if I can get Bomba involved in that somehow. I'll have to see if I can take him home again tomorrow. Though I guess with him, he'd be happy to get ass in a different way from us.

Worst case scenario, they come back with nobody and we just have our usual nightly orgy before going back to sleep. Nothing wrong with that, but it's nice to get some new blood involved now and again just to spice things up. I don't think we've ever managed to find somebody with quite our build, so they're never as hot as I find myself, but hey, never hurts to look still.

Today's potion was kind of gross. Alkali must have noticed when I made a bit of a face. The smell coming out of it should have been strong enough for him to know. When I told him to have a taste, he backed away quickly.

"I shouldn't be involved in the tests," he said quickly. "What's the problem with this one?"

"It tastes like raw cabbage," I explained. "It's like I'm drinking an entire cabbage that's just been plucked out of the earth. Couldn't you at least have done a cabbage soup?"

I had to finish the whole thing. It was not pleasant at all. This was definitely the first time I've regretted agreeing to this experiment. I never want to have that taste in my mouth again.

Day 11: Twoheaded Dalmatians

Let me start today by trying to clarify something, since I had to explain again to Bomba how this works: Yes, I have two heads. No, that doesn't mean I'm two different people. I'm not a conjoined twin. I am one person who has two heads. It's not really all that complicated.

I share thoughts with myself. I can have a conversation with myself. Heck I can make out with myself, and made a point of doing that while Alkali was watching just because I know it drives him wild. Even better, I can make out with myself while making out with myself if I've got a clone handy. Sure, once you start adding in the doubles, it can get a little confusing if it's we or me, but when I'm alone, it's just singular. I'm one person with two heads.

Now, that being said, it can lead to some interesting complications for things. Like which one eats, which one speaks, which one sings, which one gets to make out with somebody else. Right now, my other head is eating and rather enjoying a freshly grilled steak while I do the leg work, so to speak, in writing this entry. You'd think it might get a little complicated, but trust me, I've been doing this forever. If you're born with it, it's as simple as learning to walk.

Alkali sure seemed to be having some trouble with it still. I guess he must have been working on this decision for a while, because he didn't show any hesitation when he suggested we start using two potions a day instead of one, just so that I can drink them at the same time. It's his experiment, so it's his decision ultimately. Maybe this was always a plan in his testing, to see if one concoction would have drastic effects, and if it didn't, bump it to two. And since I'm not seeing any results, two sounds good to me.

"Talk for me," Alkali requested as he stirred something bubbly and black over a bunsen burner.

"Now the other head," he said. Confused, I obliged. He knows they both work. Anyway that was when I started making out with myself just to give him some grief.

It's a good thing I can distinctly taste each flavour. I don't feel like mixing hair and coffee is ever going to catch on as the new hit sensation. Really, who wants to even drink something that tastes like hair? And coffee is not exactly my beverage of choice, but I guess with enough sweetener it would be pretty okay.

The lab was looking suspiciously clean today. As Bomba informed me, some of the extras of me were staying around to help clean things up, after Alkali gave them an earful for leaving a mess and expecting him to do the work. Not sure they're really me, now. I wouldn't have caved in.

Sorry, had to take a short break. I got into a bit of a three way make out with two of my doubles. It's pretty awesome that I can kiss two people at the same time, and those two can kiss each other as well, all at once. Would definitely recommend a second head for everyone. Just the things it lets me do. Day 12: Tall Were-Dalmatians

As the new moon gets closer and closer, I have to admit that this is my least favourite time of the month. It just makes me feel weaker, and overall, a hell of a lot less sexy.

I know some were-creatures really don't care for their transformations, or hate being bound to a lunar cycle, but me? Couldn't ask for anything better. That rush of adrenaline as the night rolls in, basking in the glow of the moon, feeling all my muscles swell, my instincts becoming more feral, the urges and needs rising out of control. Absolutely adore it.

It's no secret that I'm a were-folk. No matter what the time of the month, I've got shaggy fur, extra sharp canines, and noticeable claws. I've got golden eyes that reflect just a bit more than is normal, and the glow of my irises only gets stronger with the waxing of the moon. With the waning, they dim, and it just makes me look kind of tired.

Alkali sure noticed that today when he was standing on his step ladder to hand me today's smoothies. He doesn't really have to get up on ladder, I keep telling him I can reach down just fine, but he seems to insist on looking at my faces when I'm drinking, as if he'll see something change instantly. It never happens, and I just feel like I'm letting him down when each day brings no differences.

I'm glad for the high ceilings in the lab, though. Most indoors are not built to accommodate somebody who is just over 11 feet tall. Even my own living space isn't built for it, so I have to make do by powering some enchantments, making it bigger on the inside. Something like that would drain me if I didn't have help from myself. Honestly, at the moon's peak of power, I can keep the illusion running without even thinking about it. Man, I hate the new moon so much.

One drink was salty again, the other was some mixture of passion fruit. I couldn't get enough of that one, but there was sadly a limited amount, as Alkali was quick to remind me when I asked for more. I compensated my other head with some making out, which was a mistake. Mixing salty and passion fruit just did not work out well at all. Blech.

I convinced Bomba to come home with me today. He's currently buried under my butt, and I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'm sort of wiggling in my seat and smooshing him into my couch. I have a chair for guests, but there's no way I could sit in it. The couch is much more comfortable for me.

Maybe Bomba will let me bite him. I don't think he's interested in being a were-otter himself, but I'll double check, and if he is, well, that would be a lot of fun for all of us here, I'm sure. He just needs to know that if he lets me, there's no going back, and I can't be held responsible anymore. Especially if it makes him so sexy that I just want to bend him over and never let him up again.

Day 13: Lusty Hyper Dalmatians

Fuck. I need somebody on my cock right now. It's been like an hour since I got to pound an ass. Fuck where's a clone when I want one. Oh damn, self suck for now, then. Fuck does that feel good. Looks hot as well, watching my second head suck this huge dick, feeling all that pressure building up. I'm a damn good cocksucker.

If I'm not jacking or sucking myself, I'm plowing somebody else. A cock like mine demands attention, and fuck do I want to give it to it. Thing is huge, huge like me. I'm a sexy beast, so why the hell would you expect anything else? Balls that hit the floor and hardon that goes right to my mouth. The shaft bends, because if it goes up straight it's just too tall. Fuck, just climaxed. Tastes so good.

Salty, sort of like one of those drinks Alkali gave me. The other was like dirt. Made me think of tunnels I could just shove myself into and flood full of spunk. Love getting to work on myself while writing this. If I didn't have two heads I don't think I could focus. Shit I'm so good with my tongue, just right into the slit, tonguefucking myself, trying to get my balls to draw up and blow my load. What was I writing about again?

Alkali wouldn't let me fuck him. His loss. I just worked on one of the clones while he watched, and I could tell the little roo loved it. He's probably getting off to it right now, probably messing with Bomba while doing it. Goddammit thinking of me getting to plow Alkali while he has his fun with Bomba just set me off again. Can't get enough sex. Gonna call over a clone so I can get some service.

Oh hell yes, he's riding me real good. Should be saying how I feel, that's what Alkali said. Well right now I feel like I'm going over the fucking moon and back again. Ya, so what if this is normal for me? Alkali can read this later and he'll know what a fucking man I am, and that if he could get his goddamn potions working I could be even more of one.

Want me to clean up, do you Alkali? I'll lick up my mess, sure, and you can help. Get Bomba. Get some more of me. Lick my muscles. Lick my cock. Get me clean and have me spew cum all over your lab. Maybe getting some man juice into your fluids will give them some potency. Getting real sick of having nothing to show from this month.

Fuck! Just got hoisted up and implanted on myself. Sandwiched. Tight ass on my cock with a pole as thick as my own massive legs deep inside me. Fuck, fuck, hard to think. Gotta focus for a little more. Can have sex all night after. Shit, this is hard. I'm hard as fuck.

Just want to rub a gut. Mine. That one is mine too. Forget it. I'll write this stupid thing later. Not worth my time. There's asses to fuck, cocks to suck, and handsome, super muscled dogs to kiss. Smells like sex. It always does here. I fucking love me.

Day 14: Dragging Meerkats

I fucking love my cock. Thing is so huge. It's always there for me, morning, day and night, just being there, huge, uncontrollable, massive. Heck it's bigger than pretty much any normal person. And fuck normal people. They won't even come close to understanding just how amazingly erotic I feel all day, every day.

Oh I try and help them understand. I don't wear clothing, don't even try. How could I? Dick so big that if it's ever soft it's like some kind of overgrown, fat boa sticking out of my groin and laying on the ground. Balls so bloated if I stand up straight I'm just barely taller than them. So glad I can do magic. Wouldn't be able to move. Wouldn't be able to have sex. Hell I've got to keep myself restricted to clones otherwise I'm just way too huge for anybody.

But it's great when people sleep on my cock. I've had three people lying across it at once, using it as a bed. Threatened to shove the whole thing into a duplicate's ass, and they freaked out. Shame. Would have been so damn hot. Maybe I'll convince Bomba to do it. He's small. Wouldn't even require any spells to get that part to work.

Sometimes when I go out for functions I let people use my junk as makeshift seats. Best part is I don't have to worry about blocking the view. I am the fucking view. I'm the show, wherever I go. I could illusion myself up, make it look like I'm something else, hide the space, but why? Why would anybody not want this? And if they don't, just a matter of turning on the kitsune charm. Nobody is saying no to me when I'm in the mood, and I'm always in the fucking mood.

You come with me, you get options. You want dick? I've got more dick than you could possibly handle. You want fuzzy? I'm hairy as can be and it just gets better with the moon. You want spots and dogs? Kiss my right head. Everybody loves dalmatians. You want a normally small species turned massive? Kiss my left head. Everybody loves meerkats.

"Do you ever find it odd, having a different species for each head?" Alkali asked me while stirring the drinks for the day.

Never. It's never odd. It's hot as hell. There are so many combinations I can have with just myself, options aren't limited just to fuck buddies. Sometimes I want to bark, so I let the suricata do the licking. Other times I just find it ridiculous hot to have a canine tongue lapping all over my shaft, drinking my own pre and cum as it trickles down. Like right now. Right now I'm just enjoying some delicious spunk, straight from myself.

Much better taste than what I had to swallow today. Cabbage again, and horse. Horse is not a pleasant flavour. Come on, Alkali, at least do something to make sure the flavour is different if you want to test. But he wants combinations, he says. I've got a great combination for him. Dalmatian and meerkat. Spots on a herbivore, capped with huge muscles and a fucking rock hard dick practically as long as a truck that never quits. Day 15: Taur-berus Meerkats

Something fishy is going on. Alkali must be experimenting on the clones behind my back, because I'm starting to see some really weird duplicates of myself out there. They're fucking sexy and I want to take them home and rough em up a little, but they don't seem quite like me. One of them was a fox. Just a fox. So strange. He looked totally ordinary, but I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him, like he had some kind of magnetism even beyond my normal kitsune charm. I'd lift my tail for him.

Two of the normal clones in the lab were fucking furiously in a test chamber. They were really going at it, each of their three heads doing a mixture of shrieks, barks, and howls as they climaxed over and over again, filling the room with gallons of spunk that lapped at their ankles. It's amazing to me, watching taurs fuck. I love being able to see what I must look like when I'm doing it.

It can be super hard to get into position, sure. Like which cock do I want to use: front or back? If I want to use the front one, I pretty much have to just hope that the other party is willing to climb up my stiffy and slide his way down, because there's no fucking way I can see what's going on. There's no room behind me to position my forward balls, so they gave to rest up ahead, giving me two giant spheres to snuggle all day.

The back one is another challenge. I have to hoist up my front tackle so the hind cock can poke its way forward through my front legs. Then when I can finally mount somebody they have to be able to withstand getting smothered under the weight of my balls. I'm telling you, it's something of a hassle, but it's so worth it every time. Especially when I find ways to get both cocks impaled on other copies of myself. There would jus tbe no room for us in that apartment if we couldn't cheat.

I'm glad I'm a cerberus, too. The sight and smell of so much man would probably send my over active libidio into a frenzy if I didn't have the combined willpower to focus. Even still, I know fucking and dicks are always occupying one large segment of my thoughts.

Three potions today, which Bomba had to carry to me one at a time. Little otter looked like he was having a hard time keeping track of me. I nearly stepped on him with my hand paws at one point. Then I did it on purpose and gave him some taur paw to love before getting down to the drinks.

"Fish, ashes ,and steak," I told Alkali after all three throats swallowed simultaneously. My meerkat head went straight to licking my cock after that. I chatted with Alkali for a bit, trying to get him to tell me more about the strange doppelgangers, but he was surprisingly tight lipped about it all. I was going to try and persuade him with some sex, but Bomba's squeaks interrupted. He was getting squashed into a chair by an extra wide, extra fat clone.

Is he even a clone? I've never looked like that. I've always had this musclegut, never just flab. Day 16: Buff Kaiju Otters

Another day, another three. Good mixture of tastes, today. There was butter, the lady fingers, and I new one that was absolutely amazing. It was one of those fancy wedding dishes where they cook chicken and stuff it full of cow. Abso-fucking-lutely incredible. I want that one every day if Alkali will allow for it.

The clones are getting stranger and stranger, too, and there's all sorts of fuckable varieties of me wandering around the lab now. The roo admitted to experimenting with them. Said he did Bomba a favour and even changed one so that the otter could have a somewhat submissive version of me that would do everything the little otter commanded. As if I could ever be so meek!

"Just go with it," Alkali instructed as I turned my body to follow the swagger of a tall, lithe, well hung kangaroo version of myself. I have a good guess as to what Alkali has planned tonight.

Today I noticed just how breakable everything in the lab is. I could feel my inner flame burning, and the urge to just rampage through the place rising in me. It's so much fun to smash things, crushing debris under my paws, swinging my huge frontal cock and balls into things and watching them fall over, incapable of withstanding my force.

Sadly rampaging has been difficult for me ever since my muscles became so huge they immobilized me. I can't move anything. My heads are encased between lats, traps, and pecs. I'm always looking at the ceiling, which would suck, if it didn't mean I was also constantly looking at my cock which towers above me, drooling pre into my waiting mouths. It's fucking delicious.

Sometimes it's a little uncomfortable. The spikes that go down my back and neck can dig into some of my own bulk, but whatever. I love the feeling of having so much fucking size on me, so huge I can't even do anything on my own. Well, couldn't, if I didn't just use spells for totally mundane tasks.

One exception I like to have is for cooking dinner. A kaiju's gotta eat. Recently I've found my otter heritage really pushing my thoughts for meals, so I've been charring various fish with my breath. Smoking hot body, smoking hot breath. I could burn this town to the ground. Then stamp through the rubble. Alkali's juice better make me taller. Want to fuck what I rampage through and be a huge kaiju, not just have some ancestry.

One of the best parts of being part kaiju is the durability I've got now. It's hard to tell under my oily fur, but there are scales, hard like my muscles, protecting me from pretty much anything. Nothing is going to pierce my hide unless I want it to. And about the only thing I want piercing me is a dick when I'm in the mood to bottom. Which isn't today.

No, today, I want to wreck somebody's house, and then plow them until they beg for mercy. And there won't be any, only my flames spouting as I roar and enjoy a triumphant fucking. Day 17: Fat Six-Armed Otters

If there's one thing that's definitely been a wonderful consequence of being too huge to move, it's that I got to develop an awesome gut over the years.

Obviously, it's not just the muscular immobility that's kept me from going to the gym. Even if my cock was half its size, I don't think there would be much of a possibility for me to do very many exercises. But having two gigantic dicks, and four balls all flopping around when I try and float along? Ya, there's barely any room for me as it is, let alone for mobility!

Love my gut though. Abs are pretty hot, hell one of the clones in the lab today was sporting a double wide set of sexy muscle bricks, but I don't think they're for me. Give me the softness of a stomach the sags slightly over my waistband. Well, assuming I could fucking wear clothes. Just imagine me, trying to fit into a pair of pants, trying to stuff enough junk that I might as well have a dozen people attached to me, and then do that twice! Fuck that sounds hot as hell, actually.

Well, four times, I guess. I've got two front and two back, after all, and I guess if I wanted to get dressed I'd need to cover my back half too. But then I would have this barrier between my taur belly and my back cocks, and there's no way I'm allowing that. I fucking love having my soft underbelly rubbing against my constantly hot and erect hind shafts. Feels so great. Even better if I could squirm somebody into there to get trapped between squishy and firm, and have them wriggling about, rubbing me, bringing me closer to climax. Ah fuck. Gotta clean this journal again now.

Mixed bag of flavours today. Cabbage again, at least this time it tasted cooked and like it was in soup, so that was a nice improvement. Coffee again, too. Really can't get behind coffee flavouring unless it's super sweet and has a fuck ton of milk in it. The new one was venison, and that was just absolutely amazing. Really anything that tastes like meat is okay in my mind.

Like cocks. Cocks are meat, big and fleshy, and they come with their own sauce. Just want to suck them, have mine sucked. Oh shit. My two side heads are licking a cock apiece. And I'm squeezing one on each side. Four. Six, shit. That's definitely six different cocks I'm holding, one in each hand of mine. Fuck, what has Alkali done to these copies of myself? I can't see them, but they must be hot as balls.

One is moaning. I'm moaning too. Well, the dalmatian head is moaning. Oh FUCK! Shit, shit, oh fucking hell that's good!

Urg, gotta clean the journal again. I'm adding this five hours after the orgy started. Seems one of my exact doubles decided to have a little fun and tried some double penetration. He got himself impaled on both my front cocks at once. That's always fucking intense. Fuck, I want to be on the receiving end of that again. And do it again. All at the same time. Maybe squeeze and jack six more dicks at the same time too. Fuck it's hard to think about writing again. Day 18: Huge Four Headed Deer

Until I made one, I didn't see a single copy of myself that actually looked like me around the lab. Alkali sure seemed flustered too. I spoke with a double as I fucked him. I couldn't resist, there was just this hot and fat ferret that was getting force fed some food from others. And I figured if his ass was open, well, I could get him fatter too! And boy did his belly expand when I started cumming. Fucking hot.

So ya, sounded like the clones were interested in having a little fun, but wouldn't tell me much more than that. Whatever. I let them have turns with me, enjoying the variation I could have. But I'll still settle for exact doubles of me, because that's just the fucking sexiest thing I can picture.

Four heads crammed as close to four other heads as possible, antlers all interlocking, muscles and dicks grinding together. Fuck, can you just imagine that? Fuck I'm blowing loads just thinking about it again, holy fuck that feels so good. Oh, shit, we're doing this live.

Okay now that those two are distracting each other, and me, shit, I need to stop flooding the sewers already, I can try and focus on something else for a bit.

Right, flavours. Four today. Butter and salt were repeats. Absolutely great combo, too, classic. Third one was kind of earthy, and boy did it stink! But it made me so horny. Fuck well I guess everything makes me horny but this sure did crank it up a notch. Tasted pretty great. Can't wait for more of it down the line.

Fourth one was super weird, though. It was like a full chinese buffet. But the second I tasted it, the flavour was gone. Didn't linger at all. Really strange, so I asked Alkali about it while I trapped Bomba between my ass and my rear balls.

"Oh, I'll look into it later," Alkali said, distracted by having to use his shrink ray to keep a growing clone from breaking out of the building. Fucking lucky bastard, getting to grow. Alkali keeps promising me it's working on me too, just more slowly, but I'm not believing a word of it. But fuck, I'll help him all the same with his experiment. I'm allowed to be envious, still.

I guess I'm not envious that the bastard was already stuck in the building, though. I've been living outside for years now. You're not really going to find a building that houses a 22 foot tall fuck beast like myself, and that's not including my sets of junk and my taur section. Now double that if I'm feeling like having a buddy, and there's no real limit on how many copies I'll want around if I'm in the mood for a party.

Oh, like right now. Maybe we can get the smaller and changed versions to worship the normal versions. Fuck there's all these hands on my balls. Does that one have ten arms? Oh fuck he's good at what he's doing. Putting this away before it's too late. Fuck I'm hungry.

Day 19: Hungry Obese Deer

Thought about something I haven't mentioned yet, and it's a huge turn on, so I'm going to mention it now. It's how I actually reduce the number of clones.

See generally I can create one by choice. More often than not if I'm aroused and getting it on they start popping up all around, and that tends to snowball the whole thing. Side note - snowballing clones? Sexy and awesome.

When I need to get rid of one - which is generally never, but some people complain I take up too much city space, so whatever - there are two main ways of doing it, and obviously one is preferential to the other. The first way? Boring! Not sexy at all. Just gotta snap em away. I don't bother with it like, ever. Such a fucking waste of hot flesh.

The awesome way? Well, that involves solving another problem of mine. I'm starving. Like, all the fucking time. Fuck I'm eating right now, and let me tell you, I'm delicious. I taste great, like some awesome combination of flavours I can't even try to describe. I'm a banquet all of my own. I think maybe Alkali's drinks have been enhancing my own taste, because I don't recall this.

So ya. To get rid of clones, I eat them. Just swallow them whole. Been doing it forever, and it shows. I've got a huge belly, always shoving into my stiff hard cocks, sagging over my balls. I bet if I could stand up on my own, and didn't have these two delectable dicks and nuts in front, my stomach would hang to my knees. Gut rubs are the best. Even better when I'm distended with squirming clones that keep me rumbling. Good thing I've got giant muscles to support my weight.

Best thing I've ever done? Swallowed four at the same time, and then enjoyed them fucking in my stomach. Oh man, that had me blasting for days on end. My cannons can handle it. Twice my size a piece, they're more than up to the task. I've forgotten what ground under my feet feels like. There's only stone against my balls and my rear shafts. Most of the time I'm resting in a pool of cum, anyway. It's warm. It's hot. It's fucking amazing.

And the smell! Just one whiff and you'll know how much of a man I am. You'll be fucking randy with me, bending to my will even before I charm you. Wish I could sniff my pits. Just get a head into a crevice and lick, and smell, and just ravage it. Closest as I can get is a clone. And fuck that works just fine for me. The rankness. The musk. Just, oh fuck, that's good.

"No potions today," Alkali called as he was carted away by a group of changed copies of myself.

I guess they went ahead with their plan to raid Alkali's supplies. Selfish assholes. Gonna have to punish them for taking away from me.

Stomach's growling again. I think I know exactly how to get even. Fuckers should know better than to fuck with the original. Day 20: Hungry Obese Deer

Oh did I ever get my fucking revenge on those assholes today.

My balls feel so bloated. I've been jizzing and cumming non stop even when I've got like three or four clones down a cock. And then they are all cumming too, and there's just this huge spray of white. Fuck I'll clean up the town later. I'm still going to be gushing well into the night at this rate.

And goddamn does it feel good to have my cocks stretched like that. Just endless amounts of bulk and dick and muscle and fat getting shoved into my slits over and over again. I'm pretty sure some of them were even starting to get in on it and eating one another, but that's less important. None of them got to make it to the end of the day, I made sure of that.

Lost count of how many I had to devour. Definitely over 100. My gut doesn't even feel full. Sure they were pushing at it, humping it, fucking in it, but they all get digested so fast, and the fat and muscle just doesn't stick to me. I need all that energy to keep my body running regularly, anyway. If I'm not sucking myself off for fuel, I'm better off eating myself.

Bomba got a special treat today, too. Shoved him up my ass, kind of used him like my own personal dildo. He's small, so I had to use one of the smaller clones to make the fit nice and tight for Bomba. Then that smaller clone was in a slightly bigger one's ass, and so on and so forth until I could get a nice stretching in my rear. Fuck I'm still forcing all of them into me. I'll let Bomba go, but the clones? Those are ass food.

For fun I'll keep Bomba in my ass too once I'm done with punishment. Send him a message: he's my pleasure toy no matter how small he might be. ' I forced Alkali to get a hefty dose of cum, too. Should have been more careful with his potions. He's gotten himself quite a belly now, and I think I'll try adding to that every day. I'll make sure to take some out of him though. Can't have him getting so chubby and weighed down by cum that he can't keep experimenting.

He didn't seem to complain. Just lamented that he was down to only one test subject again. I left him a single clone. I wonder if the roo will be even squishier without me to protect him tonight.

Alkali did have four new drinks for me, though, so he kept good on that promise. Butter, coffee, horse, and that delectable beef and chicken combination.

Anyway, I'm still feeling miffed by the whole thing, so I'm going to cockvore a couple more copies of myself and then fuck some asses at the same time, watch the bellies expand when I orgasm, and then snack on the finished product. Even if, technically, these clones are guilt free.

Day 21: Corpulent Taur Deer

I love my digestive system. I give it a fucking workout like I've never been able to do for years and years now. My arms are muscular as shit. My pecs are so firm. But my stomach and ass? I'm fatter there than you could imagine, because I'll fucking eat anything and everything, and I mean that.

I've eaten plates. I've eaten tables and chairs. I've eaten dinner guests and dinner hosts. I've eaten cars and trucks and trains. I've eaten shacks and homes. There is no limit to my gluttony, and you can bet your nuts on it that I'm fucking eating right now too. Myself. Clones are still the best thing to eat. Nobody gets mad, or worried, or screams. It's just sexual awesomeness.

Just imagine. I open up one mouth - I love using my meerkat head for this - and start forcefully shoving another four headed version of myself into my maw. Stretching wider and wider until I can get around the width and breadth of myself. Then I've got to stretch wider for the shoulders. Wider still for the tremendous, floor sagging gut. Wider yet again for three sets of frontal cocks and balls that are all twice my size. Fuck, can't stop cumming again. Better get some more nutrients out of my cannons. Three heads aren't busy.

Meal time's over, now I'm just snacking. So ya, three sets of cocks I can lick that tower in front of me. Three huge pillars that I can't see past because I can't spread the suckers out far enough from each other, they're so fucking thick and huge. It gets fucking hotter when I realize that I've got another triple set poking under my balls from my mid legs. And then I'm just fucking flying on sex when I notice the third set of three from my back set! God I fucking love having two extra sections to me. Being a regular taur might be simpler, sure, but I'd never trade away being a double taur. Can't image what my life would have been like without it.

Was covering the parking lot at the lab today. Didn't feel like moving myself anywhere else, and it was awesome to feel Alkali climbing over my monstrous gut, squeezing my pecs as he tried to get up them. He's got some good climbing experience, and he needed it to get up my forty four foot tall bod. And every second on me just felt so fucking good. Was tempted to just shove him on to a cock and making him fatter with my jizz, but the experiment. Gotta stay in control for the experiment to finish.

Four more flavours, I really liked the blueberry one today. Nice and new. The other three were more of the same: the coffee, the cabbage, the steak. I asked him when I should start seeing some fucking progress already.

"Any day now," Alkali assured me. Fuck, I want it now. I don't want to have to wait until tomorrow or even the end of the month. I want to see some progress fucking today.

I made sure Alkali was nice and gorged before I let him leave. Don't think he'll be wearing a labcoat anymore after today. Day 22: Macro Bluebirds

Finally got frustrated with writing this damn journal. I can't even fucking see what i'm writing! The pages are so tiny compared to me, and I've just got to trust that the pen is writing my thoughts as they come to mind. Which, I'm guessing, means it's probably recording my thoughts while I'm fucking too. Would be hot to read that, but it's so damn tiny!

What the fuck was Alkali thinking, having an 88 foot tall behemoth like myself trying to write this thing? I tried to read it, and nearly burned the thing up when I belched and shot a gout of flame from my beak. Which was awesome, because it makes my cocks all warm and toasty. And now I want another blowjob.

Okay that's sorted. Getting on that right now. Clones are starting to look all different again, like Alkali's been giving them new things. Again. Can't trust that kangaroo. Anyway I'm getting three blow jobs at once from a three headed version of myself. Poor bastard is short two heads of being a true duplicate.

He's also missing my feathers, and that's just a shame. I've got this beautiful blue plumage that I've always treasured, especially over my arms. It feels great when it rubs over my biceps and triceps, and especially over my dicks. Plus beak kisses. Muzzle to beak self kisses. Fucking. Hot.

I remember when I could self suck my cocks, long before they grew out to their current sizes. Having a cock in my beak was - still is - amazing. Now I've got these three supergiants that are just towering over my head, and I can't even see the top of them. And I'm looking up all the time as it is. It's fucking incredible.

"Where do you keep all the, um, spillage," Alkali asked after he gave me the five drinks for the day. He must have meant cum. Silly for him not to use the word. It's just fucking cum. Jizz. Spunk. Semen. Fucking hell, that's got me leaking everywhere.

Had to explain to him - again, I'm pretty sure - that I syphon it into my mouths to keep me full, or at least try. It doesn't really work. Had to apologize when I started trying to eat his lab earlier, too. But I'm just starving all the fucking time. And though cum and clones are delicious, variety is even better. I wonder if Bomba will at least let me taste him.

Better make sure I jot down the flavours before that, though. And better clean off Bomba, too. I think I may have forgotten to take him out of my ass. I'm training him to be my personal butt plug, even if he's so tiny. Maybe I'll convince Bomba to let himself be grown back to normal size, or bigger, just for my pleasure.

Flavours were coffee, cabbage, and butter again. More of that amazing meat and chicken combo, too. And a new one, chocolate and vanilla. I added a personal touch to them all. My cum. Day 23: Monstrous Badgers

I salivated today when Alkali was climbing up me to deliver the six potions for the day. Combination of reasons, really. Primarily, I was thirsty for the flavours. I'm feeling addicted to them, even if they don't work, at least they are starting to taste just incredible. Except that cabbage one. That one is nasty.

Of fucking course there was a cabbage one today. Another horse, which tastes better each time. More salt, which just makes me thirstier. Two of the chicken and beef ones. Two! That was a really great treat. So thoughtful of Alkali to take my request for more of that one. And just as I was about to praise him for his selection, he gave me one that smelled and tasted like trash. And yet I drank it, and honestly? Wasn't that bad. A healthy dose of cum washed the bad part of the flavour out.

The other reason I was so thirsty was because Alkali was looking so wonderfully plump and round. I'm guessing some of the clones have been keeping the roo scientist nice and fed during the times I'm not able to take care of him. In fact he was only wearing a pouch on his side to hold the vials as he climbed me, letting his sagging belly bounce and jiggle, rubbing into my huge, neighbourhood spreading stomach.

It's a good thing my gut is just so heavy and huge. If it wasn't pushing down on my four frontal cocks, I wouldn't be able to see anything other than dicks! Not that I would mind that so much, I pretty much have cocks in my mouths in some form or another when I'm eating or blowing some of my doubles. Mostly it just feels so good to be able to feel all my own weight, pushing on my shafts. Buildings crumble and get smashed when I have to reposition myself. I love feeling the rubble under my dick. Makes my spikes all tingly, getting to indulge my kaiju side.

Alkali can't stop staring. He's fucking horny all the time around me now. Probably that's the musk. Just radiating off of me, overpowering, fuck, it just gets stronger all the time, the more and more I've been alive. I can't imagine what getting to a gym and working out would have done for me!

Never been to a gym in my life. By the time I was old enough, I was already so muscular, and even more fat, and so tall, I couldn't fit. And where are you going to find equipment for me now that I'm 176 feet tall? You fucking aren't, that's where.

The only workout I need is stuffing food into my mouth. Giving my badger head some extra love today. I find that head has the easiest time of stretching wide and swallowing, so that's often my first choice.

And now there's all this squirming in my guts. Gotta keep eating to stay healthy. Feels so fucking good. All that grinding going on inside, massaging my cocks. And I fucking love my cocks. Four stacked on top of four stacked on top of four. God I need twelve asses to fuck right fucking now. Day 24: Taur Train Raccoons

Best decision I've ever made - having the garbage collection in the city rerouted to me. It's like a constant supply of food and scraps for me to eat, and sure, it's pretty minimal, but it just makes me chitter whenever I see a truck come along, the wheels driving over a cock, massaging the flesh, and going up my belly, over my pecs, and depositing a small snack into my maw. Sometimes I eat the truck too! They are fucking tasty.

And it's great, because I've got six lanes for trucks, and each dick is more than wide enough to support traffic going in both directions. Fucking huge. It's basically a steady stream of nibbles for me to enjoy all day. I'm betting they get trash from the neighbouring cities too. Maybe I should move myself to the landfill.

Nah. I don't want to make Alkali come out just to feed me. Roo has to waddle now to walk, and I think I'm going to have to stop plumping him up at this point. Anymore and the experiment could be jeopardized. I'm holding out for some sign of success showing up on the last day, at least.

Maybe I've conditioned myself. When I saw Alkali coming along, I was wagging, nine tails - ringed with raccoon heritage - all swishing about and brushing over the farthest back set of balls. It's a great thing I have those tails, else I'd never be able to come in contact with the rear junk.

I mean ya, I'm tall as fuck, like 350 feet tall, but I've got eight legs, and this taur train is quite long. Good thing, too. If I was more compact I don't know how I'd have room for all my fucking junk.

Already I'm surrounded by my balls and supported up by rows and rows of dicks. Twenty four total. I like to give each one attention throughout the day, one for each hour. Sometimes it's fucking. Sometimes it's vore. Sometimes it's a blowjob. Right now cock 3C is plowing into the earth because I've already got a nice hole there. Really helpful. Feels fucking amazing. Real tight.

Goes in so deep, too. I love the way my dicks are all stacked, and so long and huge that even the rear set sticks out so much farther than my body. Maybe I should get Alkali to measure them. I've long been unable to do that. I'll ask him tomorrow.

Oh ya, potions. Hard to remember to keep thinking about those. I just want to worship myself and eat all day. Maybe I should just fuck this journal into oblivion and say it was an accident. Blame it on Bomba.

Steak, coffee, lady fingers, chicken and beef combo. Fuck, now that's a great combination. That stuff tastes fucking great. Another cabbage, gross. And then two new ones, one that was chicken like again, but also had some tuna in it. Was kind of odd. Last one tasted like the way feet smell. Not musky, just that strong foot smell. Almost gagged on that one, but Alkali was smiling real wide when I drank it. I ended up pumping him up a bit rounder for being cheeky. Day 25: Hydra Gryphons

I fucking love being a tourist attraction. Bring the city income, bringing myself some snacks, getting to be worshipped and admired. Best fucking deal I've made with myself. Not like I gave anybody else a choice in the matter. People can't get enough of my hot, sexy body.

Can't blame them. They come in busloads of 28 at a time, which is just perfect for me. I get each of them to pick a cock, and then they take little carts and drive to the shaft they want, drive across it, go up and down the flesh. Fuck feels so good even right now. I'm so used to cumming constantly at this point that it doesn't break my focus, but it just feels so fucking amazing. Would have been the shittiest thing in the world if I hadn't thought to do this so long ago.

They ask me questions about getting huge, and I tell them you gotta be born with it. You can't expect to get like me if you aren't born with the genetics for it. Never lifted a finger in my life, and here I am, this brute of muscle, so huge I can't even see anything other than my pecs. My heads are all trapped within walls and walls of beef. If I want a kiss, I gotta make sure somebody is willing to squeeze in and get real close. It's perfect. They never leave after that. Tasty morsels.

Alkali's approach, announced by his groans and sputters as he drags his obese body up me, makes me bounce. It's in my blood. If my paws could hit the floor, I'd be bouncing everywhere. Instead I just sort of hop on my cocks and balls, massaging them into the ground, and using my oversized roo paws to rub at whatever skin I can manage. Not like I could walk anyway. But bouncing? Bouncing I can do.

Brought me eight potions, made my wings go all aflutter. I like to keep the wings flapping when I actually do move around, make it look like I'm flying. They barely move, of course, so much muscle all over my back. And the feathers are just ornamental on my form. A gryphon has to have his fun somehow. Mostly sex. Mostly animalistic, earth quaking fucking.

After the roo climbed up all 700 feet of me - he must get help because he's climbing up real fast - he went from head to head, depositing the drinks down beaks and muzzles. Snow. Fur. Steak. Cabbage. Chicken and beef. Leather, like shoes. Coffee. Chamomile tea. I've got to give him credit, today he really came up with some new flavours. Shoe was kind of disgusting. Fur was a bit better than that. But the tea was a very soothing. Really relaxed me.

Wish I could just hug myself to sleep sometime. These six monster arms, all sticking out, encased in muscle, all pushed together, but can't even move them an inch. And these huge six pecs, all sticking out like my belly, but so chiseled, barely any fat in them at all. It's like a musclegut times a thousand. Belly on the ground and booming chests above. My laugh shatters skyscrapers.

Whatever happened to Bomba, anyway? Haven't seen him in a while, it feels like. I bet he got stuck in my ass. Ah fuck it, he can stay there. It's only doing me good, that's what matters here. Day 26: Hypnotic Snowmews

I love the sensation of tourists feeding themselves to me. It takes one whiff of my musk and they are under my sway. If I could hold a pocket watch and swing it I'd do that, just for the classic feel, but hypnotism in all its forms work just fine for me. All that matters is that they obey. People love obeying me. Why, if somebody reads this journal, they will want to obey me too.

I'll never know. I can't see the fucking thing. There's nothing but muscle. My pecs are so huge, so incredibly dense and massive, that they might as well be fucking foundations for a small city. I may only be 1400 feet tall, but I'm just so many orders of magnitude broader than that thanks to all this raw brawn packed on to my frame. I bet if I could flex I'd bend reality.

Fuck I bet people just cum looking at me. I know I am when I think about me, and all these cocks of mine are constantly flowing, blowing, 32 pipes of endless, miles long tubes of dick flesh that pulses and churns and begs for attention. I give it to them, too. I use my tails to stroke them. The fox ones are great for brushing, while the snow leopard ones can almost do enough bending to curl around at least a small portion.

And then I jack myself, at least three of the hind cocks in the back getting stroked by extra soft, extra massively long tails, while my humongous paws wiggle and rub over the outer sets of cocks at all junctions of my body. Just makes me think to myself how I could ever live if I wasn't like this, how do people even know what fucking pleasure is when they can't enjoy the life I've got?

I've been making partial clones to wash and tend and feed me, always climbing into my mouths or ass or dicks and providing me with nourishment. I've decided that the reason Alkali's potions aren't working isn't his fault. It's been mine. I simply haven't been eating enough. I didn't apologize to him, though. I love how he can't even walk anymore himself. He needs a double of mine, somebody to carry the fatty roo around everywhere.

Potions went down with a tourist each. The small doses are almost impossible for me to even register unless I'm real focused on them. Cookies and cream, butter, steak, salt, horse, lady fingers, coffee, coffee, and cabbage. Nothing new. It was such a boring set! Alkali really needs to ramp up his game.

Anyway it's been nearly a month since Bomba first got shrunk, so tomorrow he agreed to go back to his regular size. I'm hoping that I can convince Alkali to make the otter even bigger than normal, just so I can have my butt plug actually do something. I know he's still in there, but it doesn't feel like it, and that just disappoints me.

I mean sure, I can make do with shoving my tails up my own ass, and the tickling feels electric, but I'd be much happier, and it's fucking hotter, when there's a hypnotized squeaker back there.

Day 27: Freakish Hybrids

Today I was wondering what is normal. I'm not normal. I've known that since early on in life. But are the people who come to worship me normal? They certainly get off on my body, and I can't even say I blame them for that. I'm a fucking monster of sex.

Alkali isn't normal. Not anymore, at least. All blown up with fat and cum now thanks to me, there's no way he could be considered normal. Bomba's gotten enlarged, and he's my pleasure toy, so I don't know if he's normal. We're all happy. Being weird is being happy and having fun.

Two legs might be normal, but ten legs is hotter. Being able to move might be normal, but being so laden down with fat that I can feel it flowing into the streets, being so massively muscular that every breath I take could make my pecs crush diamonds is fucking hot. Sure, having two arms might be normal, but with eight I can stuff more things into my ten heads. Normal people aren't a mile tall, and you know what? Normal people are missing out.

Somebody was saying I was a freak, today. I agree. He was full of loathing and disgust when he said it, so I made sure that he got fucked forty ways to Sunday, getting to spend some good time with each cock before I ate him. It just got me thinking again. It's been so long since somebody was so repulsed by me that they said something before they were charmed or hypnotized.

I love who I am. I learned to love me because quite honestly having a body that's jizzing cum constantly like the sun produces heat doesn't really leave me much chance to think of other things. Having ten heads has helped keep it all in control. Some days I'm sure that the need for sex would take over if I didn't have the brains to redistribute the pleasure.

The experiment is coming close to an end. I know there's only three days left, and I've given up on expecting anything to change. I don't regret trying. Alkali was incredibly nice to use me to test his formula, to help me become more freaky. That's what I've wanted since I embraced my own strangeness. I just want to be the biggest, thickest, most massive sexy freak that a dalmatian can become.

Maybe in a way I have gained something from this experiment. My ability to taste even small amounts of fluids has increased. Recording the flavours here has helped with that. It's like training any muscle, really. Or so I would imagine. I've never done any training.

There was ladyfingers and coffee. There was passion fruit and salt. There was something that was unmistakably cum. I'm positive of that one because I've been sampling myself for pretty much ever. And then the beef and chicken. Five times. Five times the helping of that in one day. It was pretty much a dream come true.

Now, I've got 20 mile cocks that need some attention. Been way too philosophical today. Sometimes, it really is nice just to let the need to take over and drown out all the other thoughts. Day 28: Lust Mad Hybrids

Oh fuck. Fuck that's good. Ya, Right there. Fuck, deeper. Deeper! Cram them all in. Fuck! That's fucking amazing. God yes, harder. Harder!

Ten armed monster. Fucking beast. Ten arms. Jack a cock in each hand. So much cum. Constantly firing. Cum everywhere. All over my pecs. My fucking beautiful pecs. Fucking massive chests. Squeeze a dick between them all. Cum raining everywhere. Rub it into my fur. Black spots with cum spots. Fuck. So beautiful.

Plowing the ground. Holes everywhere. So many fucking holes. God that's good. Tight. How many holes? How many cocks? So fucking tight. Lost count. Like orgasms. So many orgasms. Feels so good. More. Want more.

Doesn't taste right. Not cum. Tastes weird. Fat roo on my nose. Otter too. Covered in my jizz. Look delicious. So hungry. So fucking hungry. Gotta eat. Suck on my dicks and eat. No more potions? More sex. Need more sex. More food to get bigger.

13? How many orgasms this minute? No. More. 13 what? Cocks. So many cocks. Huge, beautiful, massive dicks. Powerful and huge. Plowing into buildings. Jammed into the earth. Shoved into clones. Tight asses. Oh god. Fucking intense.

Not 13. More. 13 and another 13. Five. Five thirteens. That's how much? Lots. Lots of cocks. Not enough. Want more. More sex. More fucking. A cock in each mouth. Still three without a mouth. Need more heads.

Can't move. Muscles everywhere. Flexing. Powerful. Covered in cum. Cum everywhere. So hungry. Need more spunk and food. Gotta eat something. Shove food in me. Belly so fat. So soft and saggy. Coated in cum. So much cum everywhere.

Big. Want bigger. Not big enough. Can't get bigger. Not working? Why not? Potions? Hard to think. So fucking hungry. Gotta eat something. Smells fucking amazing. Smells like man. Male sex. Deep and strong. Fire and sex. Want to destroy something with my dicks. Swing em and destroy everything.

Oh shit! Clones in cocks and ass. Oh shit that feels fucking incredible. Deeper! Deeper! God I fucking want more. Need more. Someone said they would help? Can't remember. Can I fuck him? He looks so fuckable. Gonna shove my dicks up his ass. Pump him up full of cum. Eat him when he's big enough.

Fuck yes I want that. Ten, twenty, more. Shove them all into me. Fucking clones. My snacks. My fuck buddies. Squeeze them into my muscle pecs. Watch them get eaten by my muscles. Oh fuck this one is strong. Fuck, fuck, fuck, feels like all of them are about to explode. How many? Day 29: Size Draining Hybrids

Getting bigger. Not enough. So slow. Been so slow. Too fucking slow. Everybody is so small. So tiny. Make them tinier. Take their size. Get bigger. Get fucking huge. Fuck huge things. Me. I'm huge. Fuck me.

Ate a building. Ate more. Ate a roo. Shoved an otter up my ass. Shove some clones up my ass. Ate clones. Stole their size. Gotta get bigger. Going to be fucking massive. Keep getting bigger.

Tall. Very tall. Many tall. Cocks even taller. So far away. Can't see the tips. Bend them up and into my mouths. Shove them into the muscle. Hump my pecs. Can't fuck myself. Want to. Fucking clones. Then take their size. Then eat them. Fucking hot.

Shit, shit, shit, so fucking intense. Can't see. Just feeling it. Orgasm. Constant orgasm. Want them all to go off together. Not one at a time. Not many at a time. All at a time. So hard. Aching. Burning. Gurgling and roiling. Sounds like cum and balls churning. Hot. Sexy. Fucking massive.

Put their cocks into mine. Have them fuck my slits. Feel them shrink as they cum. Jizz all over them. Slam my cocks into them. Gobble them up. Fucking in my nuts. Fucking fuckers fucking in my nuts. Stealing my cum. My food. Drain them to nothing. Get my cum back. Gotta eat. Gotta consume to get bigger.

Kiss them. Lips on lips. Take their mass. Get bigger. Thicker muscles. More fat. More body. More. Swallow them when they are drained. Nothing but skin and bones. Still delicious. Skinny clones. Not hot. Not like me. I'm a fucking fire. Light up the sky with my flames.

Shove my tails into my ass and fuck myself. Spread my cheeks. Get some clone cock up there. Shove them in with my tails. Gobble them up. Lower bellies stretched. So full. Not full enough. Always gurgling. So hungry. Need more. Fuck in my bellies. Fuck inside me. That's fucking hot.

Some kind of test? What was it? To get bigger? Always getting bigger. Getting bigger is hot as fuck. Going to be the biggest. I'm a fucking freak. Want to be a bigger freak. The only freak. Everybody sees me. Everybody cums looking at me. So much musk. Sex and dicks and muscle and fat. They all want it. I've got it.

Fucking want to be me. Want to fuck me. Want me to fuck them. I want to fuck me. Gonna eat them. Eat everyone. Everyone will be a part of me. Gonna fuck and suck and blow and fuck. Shit, so strong. Cocks inflating. Holy shit this one is strong. Oh shit! Fuck this is so strong.

Panting. So sweaty. Smell is getting stronger. Smells so good. Fuck. Something plugging my dicks. Fucking fat ass clones. Stealing my size. That's my fucking size. Take it back. Suck em up my cocks. God fucking dammit that's good. Fucking in my balls. Fill me up. Make my nuts bloat. Give me your muscle. Give me everything. I want it all. Day 30: Pure Mutant

More. Want more. White things. No flavour. Boring. Cum. White thing. Delicious. Fuck. So good.

Cocks. Dicks. Huge throbbing. Pulsing cocks. Leaking cum. Wet with semen. Rubbing together. Dozens. Feels fucking awesome. Fucking beastly. Fucking orgasm.

Can't move. Can't see. Muscle. Squeezing. Tight. Thick. Brawny. Huge. Powerflex. Shit! Shooting so strong. Stronger when flexing. Flex more. More pleasure.

Kisses. Can't kiss myself. So many heads. Can't reach them. Make out with muscle. Kiss pecs. Thick pecs. Massive chests. Kiss and grow. Get bigger. Take size. Steal it. Make me bigger.

Hungry. Stomach hurts. Belly empty. Fat everywhere. Spreading. Wet. Cum? Water? Hungry. Fill my belly. Fill my cocks. Stuff my balls. Cram my ass. So many holes. Something for all. Empty. Want filling.

Feel heavy. No weight? Floating? Tickling my balls. Hard and small. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. Going up my dick. Round. Small ball. Smaller than mine. Felt good. Still hungry. Not filling. Fuck.

Warm. Something hot. Hot like me. Fucking beast. Fucking sex freak. Fucking mutant. Constantly growing. Always changing. Fucking sex mutant. Heating up. Hot as fuck.

Heat's gone. Inside me. Ate it. So empty. Hot inside. Hot outside. Sexy muscles. Fucking massive gut. Many arms. Many legs. Many cocks. More cocks. More growth.

Tiny things. Everywhere. Small. Not me. Part of me. Eat them. Take their size. Get bigger. Get fatter. More muscles. More everything. More me. All me. Fuck me.

Cocks against ass. Ass against cocks. My cocks? My ass? Fuck! Fuck. So tight. So horny. Fuck myself. Push deeper. Deeper. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Full of cum. So much jizz. Bloating. Still hungry. Want more.

Cramped. No space. Fuck. Just fuck me. Want to fuck more. Need more asses. More mouths. Need more holes. Holes for dicks. All of mine. Many dicks. Not many holes. Fuck. Feels great. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Alkali's Footnote

I guess Zev eventually swallowed this diary. Most of it is illegible. The whole thing is covered in stains and it's not hard to guess what those stains are when I'm still swimming in the stuff here.

I may have gone just a little overboard with this experiment. But it was definitely a success.