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Coping Mechanism/Pet Project - Corllengatu

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"Meet Sam. He didn't strictly need that growth spurt that made him seven feet of towering, massive wolf. He didn't ask for his cock to grow to quite such ridiculous proportions. He *certainly* didn't want to be so over-productive that he'd struggle with what to *do* with it all. It's alright though. He's coping. He's practically normal, and that's all he really wants."

--- Prologue ---

"Guh. S-six thousand, seven h-hundred and s-s ... sixty ... fuck."

Sam worked numbers in his head as the pump worked his throbbing cock, the big gray wolf fighting to keep conscious through the pleasure assaulting his senses as he knelt on the floor, his broad-shouldered, nearly seven-foot frame crammed into what little available space there was in the tiny room. The bulky machine next to him thunked heavily with each cycle of the internal vacuum pump, creating a slight tugging sensation, and flooding the canine's senses with white-hot pleasure that slowly faded to euphoric tingles before being stoked back to blinding, brilliant sensation as the cycle ticked over and Sam's orgasm built.

He lost count. He always did. The wolf's mind was too frayed by the wonderful, insistent feelings in his groin to focus. Sam turned his gaze the huge, custom-made glass cylinder filled nearly to bursting with thick, veiny wolf-cock - his usual twenty-and-three-quarters inches member swollen much closer to two feet by the relentless suction. His knot pressed tightly against the widened base of the cylinder, sealing the fluids in place. His balls were swollen to the size of cantaloupe - brushing against the cold linoleum floor below. Out in the open air, they were freed from the relentless sucking of the vacuum pump, but they labored under the strain of their own impossible production.

Sam hated the machine. It was loud. It was massive - the apparatus and the storage for his copious production had completely replaced one of his bathrooms. It was a drain on his budget - especially when it broke or malfunctioned and damn near flooded the entire apartment.

It was also necessary.

Three years ago, Sam - and approximately thirty-million other furs all across the world - had suddenly and simultaneously come down with a ... condition of sorts. In Sam's case, it meant he'd woken up from vibrantly erotic dreams one moring having grown a head taller and more than a foot /longer/ downstairs, with the worst case of blue balls he'd ever felt. The now huge and hung wolf had greeted the prospect about how anyone might expect - elated bewilderment quickly turning into a days-long masturbatory haze that lasted until he'd successfully clogged every drain in his apartment and been publicly reprimanded for ejaculating out an open window. His entire wardrobe and most of his furniture had to be replaced, or he was confident he'd /still/ smell like cum.

His enthusiasm had waned somewhat when he began to realize that his new rampant hunger for sex and biological need to vent literally *gallons* of cum on a regular basis weren't going to go away - or even stay sated for any reasonable amount of time. What's worse, no one else in his apartment complex had experienced /any/ changes at all. No one understood his sudden fixation on carnal matters, and those that indulged him viewed him more as a curiosity than a viable sexual partner. Most blanched away from his sheer size - never mind his insatiable /need/.

Eventually, he'd been forced back into the outside world, only to learn that while there certainly /were/ others similarly affected - other hypers - they had vastly varying degrees of transformation. Most it turned out, were even /more/ altered than Sam himself. It wasn't uncommon for hypers to be massive dynamos of sexual energy and desire - hermaphrodites of such outstanding double-endowment that the only reason they could remain standing was the fact that they were nearly nine feet tall and gifted with preternatural strength that didn't necessarily show in staggering hourglass figures.

Sam quickly had quickly become aware he couldn't satisfy them any more than a normal person could sate his lusts. Most weren't willing to give him a second glance, in any case. For them, he was a temporary solution at best - and the ones most willing to accept a quick-fix were the ones who didn't necessarily care if their partner enjoyed or even survived their ardor. He learned that any 'amorous' intention aimed his way from someone /truly/ changed, could easily be a terrifying prospect.

In the end, a panel of 'experts' declared he barely qualified as a hyper by any reasonable metrics. Despite what it had done to his libido, his transformation garnered him hardly any financial aid, almost zero sympathy, and even less in the way of intimacy and compatible sex partners.

Apart from the machine, anyway. It was Sam's way of coping. The pump handled his monstrosity of a cock, draining his balls as completely and regularly as he could manage - and dulling the ever-present /need/ just enough for him to function for hours at a time without the pulsing, driving lust bearing down on him - driving lewd fantasies into his head every time he saw someone - anyone else. It had become his way of being almost normal again.

The big wolf moaned involuntarily, closing his eyes as he felt his orgasm draw slowly nearer. It was taking longer than usual - pleasure and need /still/ building - and he struggled to make a mental note to start his routine earlier to compensate ... again.

During his rational moments, he suspected he wasn't just getting used to the pleasure - he was confident he'd /never/ get used to how good nearly two feet of cock felt, and even just the relentless mechanical persistence of his cock milker seemed to just get better every time he strapped himself in. There was just /more/ pleasure to be had. More mounting, climbing anticipation before he could finally find release. There was just more time for his impossible balls to swell larger, more time for his body to produce more and more and more.

It was hard to shake the feeling that this he was slowly becoming a cock with a wolf attached instead of the other way around. Then, every time he strapped himself into the machine and let it slowly rob him thought in exchange for seemingly endless pleasure, he found - time and time again - that he didn't care.

Thunk. Suck. Thunk. Suck. The /need/ built. Pleasure mounted upon pleasure. Surely he should have come by now ... Every moment, he expected to find himself careening over the edge, but it just kept building. The slow, persistent sensation from the machine never relented, and Sam lost track of time altogether. He felt like he'd been there for days - his need for release just getting worse with every Thunk. Suck.

Without warning, Sam found himself teetering on the brink of an endless abyss just a split-second before full-fledged orgasm /finally/ struck. It consumed the wolf entirely. He locked up - lean muscle tensing under his fur as he tumbled gracelessly into that void of pleasure and white-hot, wonderful sensation. In that first moment of indescribable sensation, the whole of his awareness was reduced down to one thought - one experience: /cum/.

Ecstasy. Pleasure. Release. Sweet, sweet release. Sam would never be able to put words to exactly how important that was. To a someone who wasn't a hyper, it just wouldn't make sense. There was nothing in the world comparable to the feeling of satisfying that need. The pleasure was astronomical, sure. His 'improved' maleness generated pleasure entire orders of magnitude more than anything he'd ever felt before he'd become a hyper - he would happily give up everything he owned, surrender his identity, and debase himself in any way he could think of to just fuck for the rest of his life and feel that pleasure - but that was *nothing* compared to the sheer relief he felt in just the first instant of release.

That single moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity as his brain struggled to process what he was experiencing. He would have passed out except that every muscle in his body was rigid with the force of his orgasm. He was locked in place, his jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. Guttural sounds pried themselves from his throat as the effort, pleasure, and the overwhelming *need* to just keep cumming replaced every other desire.

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Sam was completely removed from awareness and rational thought for nearly half an hour while his hyper-productive sex waged its own personal war with the massive pump apparatus. His cock fired volley after volley of viscous, hyper-potent cum with the enthusiasm of a fire hose, each seconds-long contraction of his muscles nearly overwhelming the pump as it barely caught up before the next round. The machine groaned and burbled with the thick fluid as it worked to fill the make-shift enlarged tank Sam had installed last year - assuring himself that it was more than enough to suit his needs.

The third warm splatter across his muzzle sparked Sam's return to the realm of sensation. Accustomed to working with the messes that closely followed his pleasure, he instinctively forced his eyes open - only to have to snap them closed again as his next spurt sent a great smear of cum splashing across his face. Eyes squeezed shut, Sam had to think for a moment, recovering enough of his faculties to remember important things like his how to breathe and where he was before he could take a stab at diagnosing what was wrong with the machine.

From what he'd seen - and what was currently splattering across his chest with every throb of his cock - he had ruptured a hose. He couldn't hear the loud thunk-whirr of the pump for whatever reason, and he was now covering himself with the last remnants of his ejaculation. The wolf tried to make his arms move, wipe the cum from his eyes so he could get a better look at the problem, but he was still cumming - still locked in the wonderful paralysis of his need. He was winding down though - as evidenced by the fact that he could almost think straight - and the problem didn't seem to be catastrophic. The best course of action was probably just to wait it out.

A short time - and ten uncomfortably warm splatters later, Sam's morning orgasm ended. With control returned to his limbs, the big wolf wiped the mess from his eyes with sopping, sticky paws, unstrapped the milker from around his maleness, and waited patiently for his knot to deflate enough for him to remove the glass cylinder. His balls still felt heavy, and achingly full - he knew better than to assume he'd get any /real/ relief from something as trivial as a single session with his pump, but the nagging itch of the /need/ was gone from his mind.

It might even last him all the way to lunch.

Sam's body ached from the stress of being locked in rigid pleasure for so long, while his brain tingled with the warm golden afterglow of his best orgasm yet. They were /always/ the best orgasm yet - each one bigger and better than the last. With the pump out of commission, at least the temptation to go again right away was snuffed out. Thank heavens for small mercies.

It was some time before he could bring himself to try and stand. He flinched at the feeling of his sensitive member flopping flaccidly against his knees, and slipped back down as he lost his footing on the cum-slick floor. The second time he reminded himself to brace his legs farther apart as he got to his feet. After a shaky moment, he remained standing without any of his bits getting in the way. The swelling would go down in short order, and if the mess was anything to go on, he might even be able to fit himself into a pair of pants today. The thought made him smile.

Sam glanced at the mess on the floor - and himself. The recently-added tile wall behind him was painted more than a few thick splatters - the rough silhouette of his body almost visible in the dripping mess. His entire body was matted with viscous cum. Even the fur on his tail had been drenched in spent male potency. It wasn't his biggest mess - not even close - but he still felt a strange sort of detached pride that he'd made it. Most males couldn't even dream of being this potent. He was sticky, but satisfied.

Personal inspection done, he turned his gaze to the rubber connector hose, currently dripping cum onto the linoleum floor. The acrid odor of burnt motor oil and burnt-out electronics wafted up from the over-worked pump to mingle with the smell of male musk and cum. It was a strange boquet that the wolf was getting far too familiar with as of late. The clock on the wall - thankfully spared from a semen pressure-wash by sheer dumb luck - declared that he was already going to be late for his appointment this morning, so he might as well try and figure out what outlandishly expensive parts of his milking apparatus he was going to have to replace. On the plus side it's not like he could get much messier cleaning out the machine.

The rubber hose leading from Sam's glass cock-container was flooded with cum. When the machine had shut off, his incorrigible tool had simply kept forcing more down the line - not caring that the seed had nowhere to go - building up pressure until something had to give. Thankfully, it had been the relatively inexpensive hose, and not the custom-ordered glass cylinder.

A quick inspection of the rest of the piping showed it mostly intact if similarly filled, and the pump itself seemed to be in good enough condition - though it, too was completely gummed up. Cummed up, really. It had overheated trying to force more and more fluid into already overfilled pipes and had shut itself off. Once he got it cleaned up and replaced the fuse it would hopefully work again. That left ...

Sam stared at the fifteen-gallon tank with apprehension. The absolutely full fifteen-gallon tank. Had he forgotten to empty it? No. He'd done that last night. It was part of his routine now, and the days when he'd been simply forgetful about his condition were long past ... but that meant ...

"Fuck me." the massive wolf muttered under his breath. Fifteen *gallons*.

That was more than the total body volume of some *people*, and his prodigious balls produced enough to not only fill the tank, but all of the hosing in the machine, and still overflow and make a mess larger than any normal male would ever see in his life. When he'd installed the tank last year, he'd been *sure* he'd never need another one.

He chuckled to himself, grabbing an almost clean towel off of the rack by the tank. Just another wrong assumption about his *wonderful* new life as a hyper. The wolf wiped his foot-paws off as best he could manage, resolving to grab a shower and head into work. It was probably a bad idea to delay fixing the pump, but he'd had enough of dealing with his over-productive anatomy for one morning.

The wolf let the towel drop to the floor, ignoring the wet thwap that sounded as it landed. He pretended it hadn't sounded decidedly sticky. He actively didn't notice as his paws left a new set of slimy footprints on the hallway carpet outside. He selected the only bottle of shampoo he owned that wasn't openly advertising it's ability to get cum out of fur. He whistled as he worked, recalling the theme from a show that was only a little bit pornographic - only three sex scenes, maybe four. He had everything under control.

He might even make time for breakfast.

---

"Sam knew he was being optimistic when he made the appointment. No one had announced a cure for whatever had made him a hyper-endowed, over-sexed parody of his former self, and so few were even still trying to find one. Still, he had high hopes for his visit Doctor Hirsch's little clinic. The staff he'd met so far had certainly been *enthusiastic* about it."

--- One ---

"Let's see ... Seven ... twenty-four." Sam stopped in front of the nondescript office door, eyeing the blocky lettering on the frosted glass in front of him, comparing it to the equally nondescript business card he'd a week before. The door proclaimed this to be the office of one 'Doctor Valentine Hirsh: Genetech, LLC'. Someone had written 'Hyper-Sexual Studies!!' with looping black handwriting underneath - in what looked like wax pencil. The exclamation points were dotted with hearts. Sam flipped over the business card he'd been given last week - where '9 AM!!' was written in the same exuberant script. Sam's watch reported it was already nearing noon, but at least he was in the right place.

The big wolf rapped as gently on the door as he could manage and waited. He glanced around, shoving his hands into the cramped pockets of his jeans and trying not to think about the obvious bulge in the tight denim that ran down his left leg to just above his knee. He *refused* to think of the decision to wear pants as a mistake. Despite his balls already beginning to feel cramped, and the rough texture of the fabric against his maleness threatening to drive him crazy, he figured he looked more decent - more *normal* than he had in ages.

"Which is more than I can say for this place." Sam pulled a face as he examined his surroundings. The low rumble of his voice echoed around the decidedly empty halls. Most of what the wolf could see was just storage rooms, marked with blank, numbered wooden doors - with a few seemingly deserted offices. The entire seventh floor seemed ... deserted, and it wasn't hard to see - or smell - why. Huge puddles of discoloration visibly marred a carpet that had clearly been designed to hide such 'spills', and the odor permeating everything left no doubts as to what they were. The scent of stale sex hung in the hallway so thickly that the air had gained *texture*.

On the far wall, someone had covered the normally beige wall from floor to ceiling in a surprisingly detailed graffiti 'mural'. Only passing attempts had been made to scrub it off, and Sam could still make out its subject if he let his eyes wander too far - a cartoonishly-proportioned cougaress taking a massive and obviously hyper equine cock from behind, signed by the aspiring artist with some stylized incomprehensible squiggle that looked more like a dick than an actual signature.

The presence of Genetech, and Doctor Hirsch's Hyper clinic had no doubt turned the seventh floor of Aspen Springs Office Park into a bit of a hyper stomping-ground. It was rare to see a hyper with the patience to attend a night-club, or prowl a bar for a date. There were ridiculous rules like no fucking in the bathrooms, or in public - and while dancing could degenerate into sexual pantomime without too many heads being turned, the owners of such establishments tended to frown on someone starting an *actual* orgy on the dance floor. Pulsing lights, thrumming beats, and large crowds were nice, of course - but the best place for hyper sex was ... well, anywhere and *everywhere* proper society didn't shove its nose. That included under-funded back-alley clinics for the 'deviant' study of hyper-sexuality. The rich smells and backdrop pornography would just help get the average hyper's engine revving.

Sam was blatantly trying to ignore the ambiance. Though, the longer he had to stand in this hall, the more the ambient *sex* soaked into his brain. The big wolf had to adjust the semi-hardon creeping its way further down his pant leg as he knocked more insistently, rattling the door hinges when his massive frame put more force behind the knock than he'd meant. He sucked in air, mentally preparing one of his default 'I don't know my own strength' apologies, but no angry office worker accosted him. Nothing moved on the other side of the frosted glass, and he was greeted with only the soft buzz of fluorescent lighting, the electric whirr of some distant machinery. On an impulse, he tried the door.

"Hello?" Sam called sheepishly into the brightly lit room as the door swung open with a soft click. He had to duck under the frame as he stepped inside, searching for signs of life. "Sam Fischer? Nine-o'clock appointment? ... Anybody?"

The room appeared to be some strange amalgam of laboratory and office space - its neat, white sterility contrasting sharply with the mess and disrepair outside. Strange machines and meticulously organized glass tubes lined the right side of the room amidst softly humming mechanisms, and a slew of small sample casings were arrayed out on an off-white epoxy counter-top. Sam exhausted his scientific knowledge identifying the microscope, and the remaining machines and their multitude of tiny blinking status lights remained remained a mystery. Vague hints of ammonia tickled Sam's senses, but failed to completely wipe the smell of sex that clung his fur from hallway, and the big wolf found himself self-consciously adjusting his rowdy maleness again as he made his way to what looked like a small reception alcove on the far side of the room.

"Anybody at all ...?" Sam found only a pair of empty desks on that side of the room. Nameplates on the front of the nearest proclaimed it belonged to 'Doctor Valentine Hirsch, MD, DSc, DVM', and appeared not to have been used in quite some time - only a four-year-old datebook, powered-down computer, and a suspicious amount of dust left out in the open.

"I'm a little late, but I'm here!" Sam raised his voice as he moved to examine the second unoccupied desk, property of one 'Nikki'. This computer was on - a Genetech logo blinking around randomly on some sort of screensaver. There was also a datebook opened to the current week with a single entry for Monday in the familiar looping script that the big wolf struggled to read upside down: 'Sam F. 9 AM. T Wolf, M. ~7 ft 2 in, Est 22 in. Solid 9/10.'

The rest of the page was covered in pencil doodles - hearts, smileys, and what were undeniably several cartoonish attempts at rendering a canine cock, knot and all, laid out next to - and completely dwarfing - a ruler. The word 'maybe~!!' was written next to the last drawing. Sam felt his eyebrows raise as he examined the datebook, recalling the cute - and very *petite* - cougaress who'd talked him into coming out and seeing the Doctor about his condition. The cougaress who'd been not so subtly sizing him up, and was now apparently drawing sketches of his erect maleness in her datebook ... very *accurate* sketches.

And ... that was enough of *that*. Sam straightened, running a hand down the leg of his jeans, trying to lever his rebellious cock into a manageable position, ignoring the wet spot darkening the denim by his kneecap, and pretending he couldn't hear the stitching popping as his incorrigible imagination provided fuel for his building arousal. The damn smell of *fucking* was still stuck in his nose, and free space in his pants was rapidly vanishing.

---

Sam had gotten as far as undoing his belt, one arm fully down his pant leg as he manhandled his unruly member - desperately trying *not* to picture himself balls-deep in impossibly tight cougar cunt, when he started hearing the ... sounds.

A resonant mewling sound floated through a heavy, featureless white door on the laboratory half of the room. It was a pleading noise - the keen of some great beast that was full of loss, betrayal, and confusion. The howl tapered off, only to be replaced by a full-throated moan of animal passion, the sibilant screech of straining metal, and the *thud* of something /massive/ landing heavily - sending a shock of impact jolting through the wolf's knees.

Schlick ... Schlick ...

Sam stared at the closed door, frozen with one hand down his pants. He listened to the soft rhythmic sucking sounds and muffled cries of pleasure that drifted to his ears. Some primitive part of his brain - one that had suddenly gotten a *lot* better at its job these last three years - screamed its way through the shock as a new scent tickled his nose.

Fertile.

Sweet femininity, powerful enough to be cloying drifted into the room - tugging at the wolf's brain, demanding that he *breed* this female. Now. The wolf's rational mind clicked off. A billion years of evolutionary prerogative swirled around him a haze of sex and longing. Amplified buy his near-constant sexual frustration and pulsing, supernatural *need*, the scent consumed him.

Schlick ... Schlick ... "Mmmhhnnn~ ..."

Sam heard a growl of frustration torn from his own throat. He didn't remember crossing the room. A thick fog of lust clouded his head. He couldn't think. Something was in the way. He could *smell* her, but he couldn't reach her. He couldn't *breed* her. Blind rage flooded the wolf's mind. He clawed wildly at the obstruction. He swung at it with enough force to dent the metal, corded muscle on his arms straining with the effort of his frustration.

Door ... it was a door. He knew about doors. Handle. Open. Score one for the rational mind. Sam stumbled through the opening, finding himself in high-ceilinged, dimly lit hallway. Adrenaline and desire pounded through the big wolf's system. Hot, pheromone-laced air washed down the hallway towards him, and the *need* flooded through him. He stumbled forward, towards the open door at the end of the hall.

Schlick ... Ssssschliiiick ... Schlick ...

Sam stopped in the open doorway, panting heavily - his pupils dilated as lust fogged his mind. At some point, his pants had given out. The flex of powerful thigh muscles and the sheer mass of his steel-hard cock quickly worked apart the stitching of his inseam until his maleness had simply sprung free, splattering his chest with milky globs of pre-cum as it bounced back down. The front of his shirt clung wetly to his muscled chest. The tattered remains of his jeans hung halfheartedly off his hips - his erection jutting out nearly two feet up and away from his body, throbbing with the heartbeat that pounded in his ears. His balls rested heavily against his bare thighs - freed from their denim prison, and churning with immense stores of potent seed. He was seven feet and three inches of towering, masculine wolf - ready and so very *willing* to breed anything and everything that moved.

He never stood a chance.

The sole occupant of the room was the single most *massive* hyper Sam had ever laid eyes on - at least twelve feet of towering, predatory sex appeal. The titanic cougar herm rested on the floor, hir back reclining against a dull gray examination table that had *bent* under the weight of hir upper body - the metal crushed and deformed like a cushion. The tile floor cracked under the weight of wide, feminine hips - hir legs splayed out away from her, powerful calf muscles carving deep furrows in the floor as black-clawed toes curled in pleasure. Shi had reduced several expensive-looking pieces of medical machinery to twisted wrecks under a haphazard paw.

The cougaress' attention was largely occupied by the massive *pillar* of male flesh that rose from hir groin - the only feature on hir body that broke from the trend of amazonian perfection. White-furred testicles the size of over-inflated beach balls rested heavily on the ground between hir legs while the enormous, throbbing pink cock jutted up between the twin peaks of perfect female flesh - nearly three times the size of the cougaress' head - before disappearing into the hir eager maw. Shi had one powerful, sandy-furred arm wrapped around as much of hir cleavage as shi could manage, teasing hir nipples and pressing the soft breast flesh in around the thick veiny meat of hir gargantuan tool - while the other paw disturbed the weight of hir sack to tease the folds of hir needy female sex. Shi was *drenched* in sex - producing so much precum that it flooded out around the edges of hir mouth, sliding back down the length of hir cock and coating hir body in glistening lubrication as shi face-fucked hirself with monstrous enthusiasm.

The cougar herm rocked hir body back, eliciting a soft groan from the strained metal underneath hir and making a loud, wet sucking noise as flesh and fur slid together. Shi had to arch hir back to get the enormous head of hir cock all the way out of hir throat - the tool coming free from with a slurp and drenching hir muzzle in viscous fluid that ran down hir neck in thick globs to settle in the valley between cock and cleavage. Shi ran a tongue lovingly up the flesh, causing hir body to shiver in pleasure and eliciting an involuntary moan that vibrated the floor under Sam's feet. A whine of need escaped Sam's throat as he watched the spectacle - a hand drifting down to his own needy member,and the the herm's black-tipped ears twitched towards the doorway. Hir eyes snapped open, meeting the gaze of hir startled voyeur over the tip of hir throbbing member.

Shi *lingered*. Hir tongue slowed down as shi ran it along the slit of hir enormous dick - keeping eye contact as another pulse of precum coated hir nose and mouth. Shi watched the wolf standing in the door, with his arousal throbbing out in the open air - ogling hir body with the intensity of a starving man, and A feline smile lit up hir features. Shi stuffed the head of hir cock back into hir muzzle, and continued hir passionate autofellatio without looking away. Sam couldn't tear his eyes off of the lewd display, but the endless void of *hunger* burning behind those eyes froze him in place - watching.

The cougaress filled Sam's world, scent, sight, and sound. He could barely catch his breath. He was *overwhelmed*. That animal part of him *ached* to go join in - to pleasure hir. To *claim* hir. Only the knowledge that he could never keep up with hir desires - that he'd die of exhaustion *long* before shi was sated - kept him rooted in the doorway, one hand idly massaging his own rigid maleness as he struggled to keep his *need* in check.

It was a war Sam couldn't win. His will shattered - his legs moving a shaking step forward on their own and his voice reduced to a needy whimper. At the same moment, the cougaress reached her limit as well. The massive herm let out another moan of pleasure, only somewhat muffled by the *feet* of dick buried down hir throat. Hir eyes squeezed shut and hir weight shifted as she *convulsed* - hir hips bucking - hir maleness swollen with the impending orgasm.

Shi came.

The base of hir gargantuan cock bulged visibly with the sheer volume of cum flowing through it. Shi swallowed the first few ropes of thick cougar jism with a herculean effort - the titanic cat's impressive six-pack paunching slightly as hir stomach reached capacity in seconds. The force the next shot popped hir cock free and blasted the underside of hir muzzle - splattering the walls, floor, and hirself in huge globs as shi screamed and gurgled in the throes of orgasm. Freed from hir jaws, hir maleness bobbed down under its own weight. Hir back arched in pleasure, hir hips thrust forward automatically, and Sam suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of the cougaress' weapons-grade phallus.

Sam realized he was in real *danger* a split second before he was hit in the chest with a column of feline spunk with enough force to drive him back a step. The impact knocked the wind from his lungs, and sent a thick wave of cum splattering across his body and up the wall behind him. It got under his shirt, up his nose, in his ears, and covering his /eyes/. He staggered backwards, coughing up thick globs of cougar seed and hoping to make it to the door and the relative safety of the hallway - but instead he collided with a wall of soft, white-furred flesh.

Sam had enough time to get the vague impression of a looming, feminine figure before the impact of the cougar's next volley struck him in the temple.

Everything went black.

---

"Doctor Valerie Hirsch's 'breakthrough' was more of a personal revelation than any real scientific discovery. The transformation didn't seem to obey the laws of physics, nevermind the whims of modern medicine. The time for mere pedantic science had passed. If Hirsch ever wanted to be normal again, she would need a plan of action, a little luck, and a whole lot of *mad* science."

--- Two ---

When consciousness finally dragged Sam back into the waking world, the first sensation he felt - floating in the empty void between a dreamless sleep and the waking world - wasn't the pulsing, unsated *need* he expected. It wasn't the sticky, viscous mess that coated his body, matted his fur, and stuck in his nose - or the scent of feline musk and potency that came with it. It wasn't even the mild nausea and disorientation from the cum-induced concussion he was probably suffering.

It was pleasure.

Someone was doing *fantastic* things to his cock, and for a moment he was free to just float in bliss. Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation coated his consciousness to the exclusion of all else. Then - as always - the crippling, throbbing *desire* bled back into his mind. Worse than he'd ever felt it before - and suddenly, the wonderful stimulation wasn't enough. He needed to cum.

The return of the ache in his balls brought the world - and all the little details and sensations - rushing back in around him. He was lying on his back on something cold and unyielding, his arms and legs spread-eagled. Wonderful sensations *assaulted* his cock - most of his length engulfed in something tight, hot, and warm. A wonderful, plush softness caressed his swollen testes, and the taut flesh of his sack was being massaged in idle circles.

"Ahhh-Nnnnn!" A whorish moan tore itself from between Sam's clenched teeth as whatever was engulfing his meat began to vibrate pleasantly in soft rolling waves as he stirred. The wolf's hips bucked automatically, thrusting upwards as far as he could in this awkward position while his subconscious begged whatever it was to go *faster*. Soft wet sounds floated to his ears - accompanied by a low, pleasing rumble that rose in time with the caress on his cock. Viscous globs of cougar cum stuck up Sam's nose and matted the fur on his his face - drowning the world in an overwhelming odor of *sex*, and softly sticking his attempts to open his eyes.

Sam tried to move his arms, to wipe the mess from his face, planning to sit up and confront the source of his pleasure, but something held his wrists tight. Whatever it was flexed ever-so-slightly under his struggles, but held fast with a supple strength - keeping the wolf's arms held out away from his body even as his muscles flexed with the strain. The effort left Sam feeling feverish and weak - the portions of his body not currently engulfed in pleasure were wracked by shivers and aches.

"H-ha. Unnnnf." the big wolf panted, struggling to catch his breath with the overwhelming stimulation assailing his senses. His lower half was more or less ignoring his instructions, but he could feel a second pair of tight bindings around his ankles - to say nothing of the softly oppressive weight that pressed down around most of his legs. Even the wolf's *tail* - unresponsive to his conscious direction as the twitching pleasure had rendered it - seemed to be strapped down away from his body with only the tip free to thonk against the metal surface of his prison as *pleasure* shot down his spine and bled over into motor commands.

Sam wasn't going anywhere.

The wolf pried his eyelids open with an effort, trying to ignore the sticky sensation that remained behind. He raised his head to peer over the slight rise of his pectorals at the source of his pleasure, grateful to find that his neck and head at least seemed to have some degree of freedom. He had to pause for a moment as a dizzy spell swept over him - his eyes squeezed tight again as nausea and heat consumed what little of his conscious mind wasn't occupied by pleasure and passion. As the moment passed - and Sam's stomach settled - he was treated to a vision straight from his wildest fantasies.

The massive, buxom form of the cougaress crouched over the end of the table, hir titanic cleavage squeezed into the very limited space between Sam, the table, and hir own gargantuan frame. Sam's rampant erection was buried nearly up to the knot in hir muzzle - vibrating with contented purrs as shi worked him over - sending wonderful tingles of pleasure coursing through his body and dragging another whorish moan from Sam's open mouth. Shi appeared to have *torn* the wolf's clothing from his body - leaving little more than a few strips of denim between the two of them.

The cougaress had one massive paw splayed out into the soft white fur of Sam's groin, keeping him from thrusting up deeper into hir muzzle with a sort of casual, overwhelming strength - while hir other arm disappeared under the wall of female flesh to caress the bits of Sam's maleness that hir mouth and tongue couldn't reach - his bulging balls that just filled the palm of her hand while one soft-padded finger massaged his taint.

"H-hey," Sam panted, hoping to talk his way out of his bindings. They could continue this in a more comfortable position. Fellatio had been one of those fantasies the wolf had abandoned as his cock had neared two feet long, but he suspected the only reason *this* cougaress wasn't deep-throating his *entire* length was because the table - and hir fantastic rack - were in the way. "Oh god. That's ... guh. C-could w-"

The cougaress cut Sam short, sliding one huge paw up the comparably tiny wolf's chest, clamping his mouth shut with easy strength - *forcing* his head back down on the table with a warning growl. The long, low sound vibrated his entire body, and sent a spike of ecstasy through his rigid maleness. Sam's suddenly unrestrained hips thrust upwards into her muzzle, driving his length ever-so-slightly - *wonderfully* - deeper into hir hot, wet maw. He lost his breath as the flesh of his knot brushed against hir lips.

Sam shook with the effort of lifting the brunt of her massive chest a scant few inches off of the table with for a moment before he collapsed back down - the exertion leaving him hot, sore, and about as weak as a newborn pup. That didn't stop the wolf's body from trying again automatically, rolling his hips back and forth as far as he could manage without any leverage or freedom to move.

"Nngh." Sam agreed, closing his eyes and waiting for the room to stop spinning as the contented purring resumed its slow, inexorable massage - the cougar paw still firmly clamped around his mouth. Strapped to the table it was. *Helpless*. The ache in his groin was reaching a whole new level of demanding, and the massive, predator currently in absolute control of Sam's pulsing erection seeming to take particular delight in continuing at a slow roll. Shi was *savoring* hir new toy.

"You'll have to forgive my little Nikki." A voice came from somewhere on the other side of the table 'above' Sam's head - a low, breathy tone that forced words together in a clipped, rigid way. The accent carried a sense of authority and professionalism, but the tone was *dripping* with animal magnetism, and unspoken lewd promises. "I'm afraid the sudden nature of hir transformation may have ... turned hir up just a *bit* too much. Shi seems to have developed a bit of an ... oral fixation."

"Mmmph?" Sam leaned his head back, trying to get a good view of the speaker. The cougaress' huge paw took up most of his vision, and the upside down image made Sam's aching head spin - but the wolf's eyes slowly focused. The room beyond the table was dark, and the wolf could only make out the vaguest suggestions of a form in the shadows. The parts of his mind that weren't entirely pleasure-coated caught onto the voice's last sentence - trying to form a complete string of rational thought and cling to it like a lifeline. There was something about ... "Nmkkm?"

Nikki? The cute and decidedly *little* receptionist who'd set Sam's appointment at the clinic the day before? The one who had been drawing delicious caricatures of his member in her datebook? The massive fuck-beast currently slavering all over his dick did bear a *passing* resemblance to the cougaress he'd met then ... but Nikki *hadn't* been a hyper. Happy-go-lucky, enthusiastic, and yes - more than a little sexually charged - but she hadn't been even *mildly* transformed. Hell, she'd been a little *less* than average in the endowment department for a 'big' cat. In that regard, the two cougaresses were as different as night and day. The voice had said something about a 'transformation', but people didn't just *become* hypers!

Well ... it had happened with the *original* transformation .. but ...

Sam's mind spun feverishly as the speaker stepped into the bright overhead light, the features of an absolutely *colossal* brown-furred deer outlined in a shimmering halo of light. If the bound wolf's jaw hadn't been clamped shut upside down, he was sure it would be on the floor. His train of thought *died* in puff of renewed desire. Shi was technically only the *second* largest hyper Sam had met - the newcomer was almost a full head shorter than the astoundingly amazon-figured cougar currently treating the captive wolf's member like hir favorite lollipop, but that was still considerably larger than anyone Sam had ever met outside of this clinic.

*Larger* - in every sense of the word.

---

Shi wasn't quite as ... imposing as her cougar counterpart. Where the cat had a predator's lean, powerful musculature and an alluring feline grace, the deer was considerably more *plush*. Hir curves were significantly more pronounced than 'little' Nikki's, forming an impressive hourglass, and there was a pleasing feminine softness to all of her features that jiggled and bounced hypnotically whenever she moved. Shie was functionally naked, dressed in nothing but a lab coat that looked about a dozen sizes too small. The enormous cervine hadn't even *tried* to fit it over hir chest or hips, and it clung the rest of hir figure - hugging hir back and upper arms so tightly that only the fur pattern beneath was left to the imagination. Thumb-thick, engorged nipples capped the twin white-furred peaks of feminine perfection that dominated hir exposed torso - supernaturally firm and pirky for their obscene size. A gentle sex-flush was quickly becoming visible through the white fur of hir chest, muzzle, and even inside hir ears - the soft pink accenting the brown-and-white of short fur that clung to hir curves. Sam could clearly make out hir mounting arousal as shi surveyed his helpless form with intelligent, blue eyes.

An impressive rack of antlers - the envy of any mere mortal buck - sprouted from the crown of hir head and rose several *more* feet into the air, mere inches from scraping the high ceiling. Between hir shapely hips rested a cervine endowment that promised to be an order of magnitude larger than Sam had ever seen on *anyone*. The pulsing, semi-erect *pillar* of dappled pink flesh that flowed from the soft white fur of hir groin could have easily dropped down to drag on the floor, but it was competing for space with the huge, white-furred orbs that rested heavily against hir plush thighs. The sheer mass of hir sperm-factories thrust the tip of the titanic endowment out *feet* in front of hir - reaching just farther than the prominent swell of her bosom and bobbing softly below the level of hir knees. Sam recognized the cock from the 'mural' outside the clinic, realizing that the artist's wall-filling rendition had actually been more than a little *modest* in its portrayal.

Hir maleness *thumped* heavily against the side of the table as shi leaned over Sam's prone and spread-eagled form - the bound wolf treated to a view of veins the size of his wrist throbbing along its length as it visibly thickened with arousal. It was quickly becoming apparent that the deer's member would be bigger than Sam's entire body once it reached full-mast. Sam could see a *hunger* burning behind hir gaze as she looked into his eyes. A bottomless, void of *need* that only grew more wild as shi drank in the sight of him. Bound. Effectively gagged. Powerless, and unable to resist. *Hers*.

"Ah. Where are my manners?" the deer smiled and extended a hand down to Sam, who couldn't do much more than stare back from his current position. It didn't help that his eyes kept losing focus from the sheer sensation of what was being done to his maleness. "I am Doctor Valentine Hirsch, and this is my clinic. Helping those in *need* handle what society has deemed ... excessive sexuality. This room, specifically is one of the few in my *private* laboratory. The same laboratory I found you so eagerly exploring without invitation or permission. So who might you be, little snoop-wolf? And who are you working *for*?"

"Mm Smm - HmmmmMmmMmm~!!" Sam tried to give hir his name. He tried to explain that he was here by appointment - looking for a cure to his own very 'excessive sexuality'. If they would just undo his restraints, they could discuss this like rational hyper-sexed adults. His introduction was somewhat hampered the paw still clamping his mouth shut. Before he could try and solve the problem, the sensation of rough, feline tongue sliding slowly over his knot and down into the soft fur of his groin completely robbed him of the ability to think. A *tsunami* of pleasure washed over him, and his whole body seized - straining against his restraints. When his vision returned a moment later, he was staring up at *two* hyper-endowed deer for a moment before he realized his eyes were crossed. The cougar's thumb slipped into Sam's mouth - massive and fleshy - and he began to suck and lick automatically.

A finger wasn't as good as a cock, but Sam wasn't in a position to be choosy. The wolf worked his tongue over the pad of the thick digit and down into hir palm - trying to give the cougaress a taste of hir own medicine. Something nagged at the back of his mind, trying to worm its way past the cloud of sex that had drifted in over his brain. He'd been trying to do something, hadn't he? Something important ... something ...

"Oh, you've got it baaaad." Doctor Hirsch leaned down, chesire smile visible over a deliciously deep valley of cleavage as the wolf fought to clear the stars from his vision. He was having trouble focusing on the words she was saying as new sexual fantasies began to clog the small part of his mind still clinging to rational thought. Something was very *wrong* here. His stupid fight-or-flight response had short-circuited to 'fuck' and landed him right in the middle of ... something. This clinic was supposed to be helping *cure* the transformations, not turn normal people into ... hyper-endowed *fuck-monsters* ... with their massive, soft breasts - deliciously pert nipples - and their throbbing, thick cocks ... fuck. Where had that train of thought been going again?

"Hmm. Pupils ... completely dilated. Stage two already! My, my. Too far gone for questioning, it seems." Hirsch's smile broke into a pensive frown as shi pried his eye open with on hand and gazed into it - prodding his chest with a huge finger. "You're a real man of mystery, little wolf. The people with the balls for espionage shouldn't know my ... project has gotten this far yet ... but, I suppose they could be *suspicious* even at this early stage ..." The doctor shot a glance up at hir transformed assistant - the cougaress' muzzle buried in the fur at the base of Sam's cock, two feet of impressively girthy wolf meat jammed down hir throat. "I suppose you could just as easily be a prospective ... patient. Nikki didn't inform me of any appointments today ... Though that may be *somewhat* my fault." The deer laughed with a dismissive wave of one black-tipped hand, hir eyes lighting up as shi spoke. "Don't worry though, innocent or *spy*, you'll be taken care of. In fact, as of last night, the treatement for *both* afflictions is one and the same! You even had the decency to wander in and get yourself treated on your own! Quite ... liberally, might I add. You're most likely in for a wild ride - and I do believe my little Nikki has taken a ... 'shine' to you, yes?"

Sam giggled at that, muffled by the cougar thumb he was still lavishing with attention. His mind felt fizzy. His thoughts had been replaced with wonderful, bubbly, pleasure and tingles of warmth that ran along his skull and up into his ears, making them twitch with little spasms of pleasure. Nikki had certainly taken to shining his *cock*. Though the cougaress was still just toying with him - stoking the building fire of *need* within him with a single-minded determination and precision. He was barely even *crawling* towards orgasm at this pace, but that just seemed to delight the big cat more.

Tha-thump ...

Sam's pulse pounded in his ears. His breath hung in his chest. The sensations assaulting the wolf's brain began to change subtly. There was a ... *tightness* building in his torso - and another in his groin that had nothing to do with the ache of his overfull balls. He couldn't focus on the problem, though. His thoughts were fevered - soaked in pleasure and *need*. Pleading whines undercut the wolf's moans of pleasure as *desire* spurred him to go faster and to fuck harder, but he was unable to move - barely able to *think* - and the cougaress just continued on with the same maddening rhythm. Shi savored him - teased him - grinding hir hips against the far edge of the table as shi worked.

Tha-thump ... tha-thump ...

"Mmmm. It'll be *days* before you'll be clear-headed enough to string two neurons together - much less *tell* anyone what you've seen - and afterwards ... well, I suppose Nikki and I *could* use another member on Team Hirsch." The doctor's smile returned as hir eyes roved over the helpless wolf. "We'll have to do a little bit of deprogramming before you're on board, of course. There's so many *things* filling that head of yours." Shi tapped a finger against his forehead. "So many wrong notions and ... inhibitions. You're too confused. Too helpless to even know where your *loyalties* should lie. Thankfully, with your head all full of fuck, you should be nice and ... suggestible. We'll just have to wait for ..."

Tha-thump ...

Sam was only partially aware of the pressure building in the tip of his cock, as the doctor spoke - spreading rapidly down his shaft in a ripple of tension. He paid it only cursory attention as it washed over his aching balls - and spread out into his abdomen like a ripple on a pond, joining the growing tightness in his chest and leaving him feeling like he suddenly didn't fit in his own skin. The increasing *oddness* as the sensation spread outward from his core and seemed to *fill* him only drew his attention as it stretched ... stretched ... and finally *snapped*.

Tha-*THUMP* ...

Sam was suddenly more *real*. It was as if his every waking moment before this one was one bleary, misremembered dream. He suddenly felt *everything* with an intensity he hadn't imagined was possible - beginning with the sensation of shaft *bulging* outwards in all directions. The head of his maleness swelled obscenely in the tight confines of Nikki's hungry maw, the growth flowing fluidly down the shaft in short bursts - leaving a startled cougaress deepthroating a solid six inches more cock than shi had been a moment ago. Shi freed hirself from the expanding member with a sticky pop as the head cleared hir muzzle. The outsized tool jutted straight up in the air above Sam's groin - the length engorged to an angry purple - bobbing in time with the wolf's frantic heartbeat.

The wolf groaned as the growth spread lower, his already over-inflated testicles ballooning outwards - pressing against his inner thighs in fits and starts - spilling upwards to press tightly against the wall of breast-flesh that filled his lap. Musky precum *surged* out of the head of his growing endowment with each throbbing expansion - thick, heavy globs of warm lubrication flowing in rivulets down the underside of Sam's maleness and pooling on the metal table under the cum-slick fur of his balls. A spike of heat began to thrust itself deep into his abdomen from just behind his swelling sack, the muscles of his groin clenching and swelling as the changes began flowing into the rest of the expanding canine's body.

The ripple of growth moved into Sam's hips, bones creaking audibly as the wolf ... *widened* - narrow, masculine frame stretching outward into wide, effeminate hips in the space of a few ragged breaths. The changes flowed down towards his feet, and Sam could feel his thighs gaining a soft curve, his legs stretching out - his feet growing sizes larger, starting at his heels and enlarging one toe at a time. At the same time, the growth flowed out along his tail and upwards into his stomach, gently softening his stomach. The muscles there tightened and firmed, gaining strength, size, and power even as they were hidden by an emerging soft, flat stomach that could have been at home on a fitness model.

Up further still, and Sam was treated to the strange and *wonderful* sensation of growing breasts. As his ribcage expanded with the rest of his body, the lighter fur on his chest swelled outwards - fueled by the burning core of power that lit his every nerve. More and more soft flesh poured out of nowhere - bouncing and jiggling with added mass as wave after wave of growth rippled outward - until Sam had a pair of tits even a porn star could be be proud of. They stopped swelling only once they had reached the size of his head - huge and firm, each capped with a dark pink nipple, engorged with feminine arousal. The sentiment was echoed as the burrowing *heat* between his legs fully resolved itself into the hot, needy folds of a brand new female sex. Wetness dripped down the fur of his inner thighs to join the growing puddle beneath him - as Sam found himself struck with an ... emptiness, begging to be *filled* nearly as insistently as his balls still begged for *release*.

The changes moved into his arms - the bonds around wolf's arms tightening uncomfortably as his entire frame lengthened and grew. Once more, his once domineering muscle-tone was simply *outgrown* by the rest of his body - the growth spurt leaving his arms leaner, and his fingers longer and more slender. Sam felt the ripple flow over his face, and could feel his features *shift* as his skull pushed outwards slightly to match the of his new, taller frame. He felt his face tingle as it became more feminine - his muzzle less squared - his brow softer. His scalp itched, and a few locks of long, black hair drifted over his left eye - glossy and shining in the light. He could feel more of it brushing against his shoulders and splaying out over the table as the ripple flowed out of Sam's body through his extremities - leaving him alone with his heart hammering in his ears.

Tha-thump-tha-thump-tha-thump.

The wave of change departed with the strange hyper-awareness and the overflowing, fiery, energy - leaving Sam's body with a dull ache and his mind flooded with the gentle rush of endorphins. The wolf felt as if he'd just had the best stretch of his life. He panted, trying to lay perfectly still as he was bathed in sensation. His body tingled with electric intensity as his brain dealt with the influx of information from thousands of new nerve endings in every square inch of new flesh. Most of it simply registered as a loud buzz of pleasure - the feel of the air, table, fur, and flesh pressing against his body sent tingles along his skull. Then, the *need* resolved itself in the front of his mind. Bigger and more *intense* than ever before.

The wolf had gained more than a half a foot of height in the space of a few seconds, and his endowments had once again grown out-of-proportion to the rest of his body. His cock had cleared the two-foot mark and kept right on going for another four inches - huge, thick, and heavy. Desire *weighed* on his mind. His bloated, melon-sized balls protested their forcible over-filling as his instincts demanded they be emptied. At the same time, his new ... cunt begged to be filled by the biggest and most potent male the wolf could find - and the pleasant weight of his tits was sending soft ripples of pleasure down his spine as they rose and fell with his breathing.

Sam's mind *fizzed* pleasantly as his expanded brain worked to use up the added space - entirely new sections of gray matter swiftly becoming additional erogenous zones, while the wolf's hind-brain worked to amplify his breeding instincts to fit his new form. The canine's rational thought was taking up proportionally smaller and smaller territory in the landscape of his mind, settled in a narrow ravine between *looming* cliffs of lust and pleasure.

"Stage three. That's *much* better already, isn't it?" The doctor spoke softly as shi traced a black-tipped finger lazily over the bare flesh of Sam's nipples - sending the wolf's back arching in ecstasy. The moan that tore from his throat was as transformed as the rest of his body - a lusty, effeminate, growl of pleasure that sounded like a bitch in heat - even through the cougar paw that still filled his mouth, "You see, I'm afraid my recent ... experimenets have left my assistant and I *quite* contagious. We've been *saturated* by the changes, and now we're simply ... overflowing. Hair. Saliva. *Especially* semen.

"From the looks of things, you've got enough of Nature's little ... *helpers* in your system to go from zero to *fuck-beast* in a matter of minutes." The deer gestured at the the viscous mess of cougar cum that matted the wolf's torso and face. "Now, it's not *supposed* to go that fast. The original transformations took upwards of eight hours, and they didn't go *nearly* as far as what we've accomplished here. That unfortunately means there are going to be some ... side effects for you. Not the least of which is the *intensity* of this next part."

Sam felt Nikki's weight press back down on top of him. He felt the heat of hir breath as she positioned hirself over the head of his throbbing cock. He didn't so much *feel* what happened next as he was *consumed* by it. The cougaress ran hir grippy, feline tongue across the cum-coated head of the wolf's member. Lightly. Teasingly. Slowly. Shi dipping the rough-textured tip down into his slit - and the wolf nearly whited out from the sensation.

---

*Pleasure*.

Ecstasy tore through Sam's mind like a wildfire - the small intimate touch threatening to overwhelm him. The transformation had more than doubled his body's already supernatural capacity for pleasure, but his mind hadn't been given a chance to catch up. The cougaress' tongue sent a sudden spike of bliss driving deep into his brain, and shi didn't stop there. Sam's eyes rolled back in his head as the cat worked the head of his cock back into her eager maw - and by the time shi had worked the oversized canine cock back down to the knot - the wolf was *twitching* with the pleasure that felt like it belonged to multiple simultaneous orgasms. Then, shi started purring again. Only his mounting desire assured him he wasn't cumming right then and there.

The *need* grounded Sam through the assault of sensation as he slowly adjusted. The wolf emerged from the sea of pleasure, his body shaking - his senses distorted. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth around the cougaress' thumb. Doctor Hirsch's smirking face floated over the wolf's head - wreathed in pleasure-induced hallucinations - the canine's over-taxed mind turning hir features into swirling orgies of tiny, rutting figures. When his eyes finally *almost* focused, Sam realized the doctor was grinning down at him from around the titanic girth of hir fully-erect member.

"We're going to begin your re-education." The doctor lifted the cougaress' hand free of Sam's questing tongue. The wolf mewled in confusion - his lust-drunk mind unable to reconcile the sudden absence in his mouth - before the doctor slipped a pair of slender fingers under his jaw and guided his muzzle backwards. Shi buried his nose in the cradle between hir huge, white-furred testicles and the base of hir gargantuan member. The wolf's vision was filled with white fur as the deer rested the weight of hir maleness directly on his head and gently held him there with the same easily overwhelming strength. Sam felt his tongue reach out automatically to caress what small part of hir shaft it could reach, but he couldn't think of a reason to should stop when thought crossed his mind. "Mmm~. Good girl. We'll certainly get to *that* later. Nnph~. Pay close attention, now. You've got so *much* to learn before your mind turns into a big puddle of *fuck*. And ... if you're a good student," Sam felt Hirsch's breath on his ear as the gargantuan deer leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "I might even let you *cum*."

Sam was *inundated* in the doctor's scent as shi held him there. It filled his nose and mouth - sending long, graceful fingers groping into the deep dark primal places his mind and gently *tugging*. Wonderful feminine sweetness flowed seamlessly into the overpowering sharp scent of masculinity, wrapped in pungent sex and fertility that spoke directly to Sam's instincts. Shi was a creature of pleasure. She was powerful. Dominant. Hir scent promised rewards for his cooperation. For his *submission*. Shi might even let him *cum*! Sam's skull tingled as Hirsch's scent turned the weight of Sam's supernatural *need* against his rational mind and wielded it like a cudgel.

It wasn't much of a contest.

"You're *mine* little wolf." Hirsch ran the thumb and forefinger of hir free hand around the edge of Sam's ear as she spoke, generating wonderful fizzy waves of sensation. His ... well *hir* now, Sam supposed - there was really no denying the decidedly hermaphroditic attributes of hir new body. Besides, the doctor had already made it clear what *good girl* shi was, and a good girl did *not* disappoint. The wolf's other ear twitched in sympathy with each slow, intimate caress - hir tongue lolling uselessly as shi gasped in soft, contented pleasure.

'Mine'. Sam liked the sound of that. The wolf felt hir stress at the situation dissolve. Yes, shi was still bound to the table - still helpless, and undergoing a transformation completely at the mercy of this ... *mad* scientist. But the worry and fear was replaced with a gentle euphoria at the realization that shi was bound to *Hirsch's* table, and completely at *hir* mercy. That was different ... somehow. Better.

"And since you're my little Pet ..." the doctor's velvet voice drifted down to Sam's ears, and the wolf hung on hir every word, "Since you *belong* to me ... You don't get to *cum* until I do."

Sam exhaled sharply as hir mind processed that. The distant promise of release for the colossal *need* within hir - the finish line for a marathon that the cougaress had only let hir run *inches* at a time - simply ... vanished from hir mind. The overwhelming pleasure was still there - a euphoric tide of sensation that only got better and better with every passing moment as the wolf's mind rewrote other, less important things to try and find a way to express the sheer *magnitude* of pleasure hir body was being subjected to. The *need* hadn't gone anywhere, either. It filled hir thoughts, making it hard to sit back and enjoy all the pleasure when shi was simply so *full* ... so *empty* ... so ... *fuck*. Instead, hir orgasm was blocked off by the certain *knowledge* that shi wouldn't be able to make any progress towards hir own orgasm unless Hirsch had been sated first.

"See how much simpler that makes things?" Hirsch pulled away from Sam's frantically questing tongue before shi could reach the sensitive flesh of the deer's cock once more. "Now, I *know* what they'be been telling you. After all, I used to think the way they did. I'd given up hope. Thought I'd never be normal again. Like the people who hired you to *spy* on me, I saw our ... abundant sexuality as some ... 'deviant' thing. Something to be abhorred, hidden, and *cured* at the earliest possible convenience. They hold up their 'normal' on a pedestal, and tell you that because there's so many more people like them, that *we're* the ones who are wrong."

The metal table groaned and shifted. Sam's entire torso leaned downward as the table *bent* away from the center where it was anchored to the floor, the motion arching hir back and forcibly thrusting the canine's hips forward - driving hir cock deeper down the hot embrace of Nikki's throat. Gravity took hold of Sam's breasts, sending wonderful waves of pleasure down hir spine as the sudden tilt bounced their weight down, thrusting the wolfess' muzzle into the valley of hir own cleavage - filling hir view of everything below hir nose with white-furred flesh. There was a wet smacking noise, and Sam could feel Nikki adjust hirself on the wolf's jutting member, just before something *massive* thudded down next to the wolf's torso on the metal table. Sam leaned up as much as shi could, managing to get hir breasts to settle back on hir chest enough to catch the over-endowed deer finishing hir climb up onto the table with surprising grace and dexterity. The cervine swung one leg over Sam's prone form, and massive, hooved feet landed on either side of the wolf's head - the table audibly protesting the added mass.

Sam was treated to a bottom-up view of Hirsch's truly impressive, white-speckled backside. Shi straddled the wolf's chest - *towering* over hir - and looking every bit like a goddess of fertility. The deer's antlers gouged out ceiling panels as she straightened, raining plaster down upon the cougaress - interrupting hir fellatiotic efforts and drawing the cat's attention up to the *monstrous* phallus that had settled just above hir head. It twitched upward rhythmically with the beat of the doctor's heart, steel-hard with arousal - an irresistable cat-toy. The massive feline straightened, releasing Sam's own erection from hir mouth with a sticky popping sound - thick lines of precum trailing from hir mouth to the engorged head of the wolf's rod.

Nikki gripped the doctor's intruding cock with both hands, giving it a single, lingering *slurp* that made the doctor visibly *shiver* in pleasure - hir massive rod rewarding the already cum-slicked kitty with a massive load of pre. The fact that shi even *tried* to fit hir mouth around the mottled head spoke volumes about the cat's determination, and quantity of lubricant her cervine prize was producing - but in the end, the sheer size of the doctor's engorged endowment proved too much, and shi collapsed back onto the table with a huff and attacked Sam's more modest member with a *vengeance* - smearing the deer's pre-seed into the fluff of black fur at the base of Sam's cock of as shi squared hir jaw and slipped the entire knot into hir greedy muzzle. The sensation nearly sending the canine cross-eyed again.

"It's the *sex* that changed my mind ..." Hirsch sighed, patting the cougar's bobbing head lovingly and smiling down at hir captive wolf, *basking* in his lustful gaze. She was an impossibly curvaceous titan - hir voluptuous ass framed by the sterile white of hir much-too-small lab coat - the bulk of hir breasts *easily* visible from behind. Hir enormous testicles rested squarely on Sam's stomach. "Even if I *could* somehow reverse the transformations, go back home and pick up right where I left off, I could never give up the sex. That got me thinking, Pet. Nothing that feels this *good* could *possibly* be wrong. So we're going to share it with the *world*. 'Normal' is just weight of numbers, after all - and when the transformed are the majority ... who's the *deviant* then?"

---

"Sometimes, the *search* teaches more than finding what was initially sought. Of course, other times a Mad Scientist catches you searching and ties you down to a metal table to you as a test subject for own pleasure. It's not the best moral, but that's just what happens sometimes ..."

--- Three ---

"Nikk-gh~!"

Sam tried to to choke out a warning as a familiar sensation crested above the sea of pleasure assaulting hir body. Pressure. More intense than last time.

*Much* more intense.

The sensation built in hir member first - a hot sphere of power swelling in hir chest. The wolf felt the same strange *ripple* slide down hir shaft, caressing hir balls before flowing into hir abdomen and joining with that core of fire and energy just above hir stomach. Shi got the familiar sensation of being cramped in hir own body - of something within hir stretching ... stretching ... stretching. Shi held hir breath as the sensation became almost too intense to bear.

Then the tension *shattered*. The wonderful feeling of *growth* flooded hir.

*Tight*.

Hot, wet walls pressed in on Sam's rapidly expanding flesh as the head of hir cock bulged - growing and growing and growing - still buried deep in the cougar's greedy maw. Sam could feel Nikki bucked backwards by the force of more than a foot of brand new canine member pouring out of the wolf's groin and trying to force its way down hir throat. The feline's body reflexively swallowed as the massive cock-head tried to jam itself down hir esophagus - the rippling contraction sending hot spikes of pleasure straight into Sam's brain. The cougaress was forced to sit up in order to survive the sudden expansion with little more than a bit of wounded pride - gracelessly extricating hirself from hir favorite toy just as it became a choking hazard.

Sam's growing maleness jutted up against the underside of the doctor's own titanic endowment as it swelled - sliding up the immovably massive cervine shaft until more than forty inches of rampant canine cock jutted up from the wolf's groin. As the growth shuddered to a stop, Nikki leaned forward - using one hand to guide the tip back towards hir mouth. A huge dent rose up from under the table as shi levered hirself forward, hir erection deforming the steel surface upwards with the sheer force of hir own excitement.

Growth flooded out of Sam's comically outsized cock and began resizing hir balls to match. In the space of a few heartbeats, they nearly *doubled* in size - swelling to the size of basketballs, and then bloating larger still - heavy with unspent seed and churning with yet more impossible production. They spilled out from between the wolf's legs - swelling up the slight bulge in the table until they just brushed the underside of Nikki's breasts. The growth flowed into the wolf's abdomen - the fire between hir legs intensifying as hir hips widened further. Hir toned ass swelled out into a pleasant heart shape, the firm cheeks raising hir center of gravity further off the table by a few inches.

Sam collapsed back against the incline as the hir frame expanded - stretching outward in every direction. The bonds dug deeply into hir arms, legs, and even hir tail as shi grew. More pleasing femininity poured over hir body from the hot fist of crackling power buried in hir chest - obscuring the strength and size shi gained with living *sex*. Sam tried to maneuver one bottlecap-thick nipple into hir mouth as hir breasts ballooned outwards to more than twice their previous size - failing as they simply *grew* out of reach. Sam's view was entirely obscured by the sea of hir own breasts - even as the wolf's muzzle began to press further into the valley between them as it scaled up to match the rest of hir body - gently softening and smoothing hir features further as it went. Hir scalp tingled as hir hair became a full-fledged mane of silky black that slid just off the edge of the table below hir head.

The need *roared* in Sam's ears as the growth faded and the molten tension in hir core slowly dispersed - barely aware of the pleasant ache that swept over hir body in its place. This most recent transformation had blown every facet of hir desire out of proportion to the rest of hir. It pressed on hir mind. *Filled* hir. It shoved little bits of the wolf's personality out of the way to make room for still more rampant, unsated *need*. Sam couldn't remembered why shi'd come here. It was a motivation that hadn't included sating hir *need* - and that notion simply didn't make sense to hir anymore. The desire to find release had become hir everything.

Sam mewled in confusion once more as the thought butted up against the certain *knowledge* that shi wouldn't be able to do anything about hir arousal until shi'd gotten Hirsch off first. The idea stood in hir mind like an impenetrable wall. A *fact*. Shi was going to *fuck* Hirsch. The wolfess sat up as much as hir bonds would allow - the pleasant weight of hir breasts settling back onto hir chest once more, but still obscuring a good portion of hir view. Thankfully, the object of hir renewed *lust* towered overhead.

The deer watched Sam with an amused expression - the bottomless *hunger* burning behind hir eyes. Hir lab-coat had been hiked up by the soft plume of hir raised tail - showing off the transformation-tempered ass of a curvaceous wet-dream-made-flesh. Hir tail's bright, white fur accented the rounded swell of hir plush, brown-coated backside. White ran up hir inner thighs, highlighting the soft mound of hir glistening female sex with a soft heart-shape. A target. The scent of hir arousal drifted down to the wolf's nose, spurring hir freshly-enhanced mating instincts further into a frenzy.

*Take*. Shi would sate the deer so shi could take care of hir own lusts - by force if necessary. Shi struggled against the leather straps holding hir in place, arms burning with the strain. If the doctor would just give in and let Sam *fuck* hir, they could solve both problems at the once. If shi could just ...

Sam's strength failed, and the wolf collapsed panting back onto the table - the sensitive new flesh on hir chest bouncing back to obscure hir vision. With an effort shi leaned forward again - the *need* thrumming through hir body, stronger and stronger and stronger. When shi finally remembered to speak, hir voice was as desperate and *hungry* as shi felt. "Please!"

"Ooh~! I got a little weak in the knees there." Hirsch leaned down to trail a finger lazily along the wolf's bicep, "It is great fun watching you struggle break free, Pet ... but it's ... something *else* when you beg like that. Mmmn~ ... I've got shivers!"

"Please! I ... n-need ..." Sam struggled to find words. Shi wasn't above begging. The *need* was the only thing that mattered, and if begging was what would finally net Sam release, shi would debase hirself however the Doctor wanted - but it was clear from the deer's furrowed brow that this wasn't what shi'd been looking for.

Pleasure once more whited out the wolf's vision as Nikki worked Sam's member into the sex-slick space between hir cleavage, using hir tongue to lick the tip where it *just* emerged from the top. Hir hands worked the sides of hir breasts, sending waves of rolling, sucking pleasure down the wolf's length as shi rocked hir entire body in long, slow strokes - lavishing attention on the head of the canine's cock whenever hir tongue could reach it. It seemed the cougaress had finally stopped *teasing*, and had instead gone all the way to the other side. What little still remained of Sam's conscious mind was dog-paddling just to stay afloat in the ocean of pleasure. The *need* swelled within hir.

But shi wasn't *allowed* to cum yet. Shi wanted to howl in frustration.

"I think it's time for another lesson, dear Pet." Hirsh's expression turned thoughtful for a moment as shi watched Sam's face. Shi played idly with one of the straps holding his arms down while the wolf stared hungrily at hir dripping, available sex. Sam was having trouble rationalizing the fact that shi wasn't already *fucking* the doctor - fantasy and reality bleeding together under the weight of the ecstasy invading the wolf's mind. "It's important that we put our ... relationship in perspective. I *do* want to hear you ... mmnf~ ... *beg* again, but it's important that you're begging for the *right* thing. Do well enough, and I might even undo your arms."

"P-please ..." Sam whimpered, wracking hir brain for the answer that would net hir release. What did the doctor want to hear? Instead of answers, the wolf's mind presented only a towering wall of need, set against an *ocean* of pleasure. Only tiny islands of rational thought floated in that sea - fragments of ideas, worries, and memories that were already threatening to collapse into the rising tide - and none of it was up to solving this big of a puzzle. Hir mind was too ... too *fucked* to think.

"Please, *Mistress*." The deer corrected. "You've been good so far, Pet - but we're going to build a new world, you and Nikki and I - and it's important that you understand your place in it. There's going to be a lot of people to *fuck* and a lot of people to *use* to sate your own desires. *I* am not one of those people, Pet. I am your *Mistress*, and when you're with me, it is for *my* pleasure. If I want to strap you to a table and ride your cock, it will be me who gets off from it. If I bend you over a table and claim you like you're a bitch in heat, it's because it pleases me. Sex with *me* will be exclusively about *my* needs. Understand, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress!" the appellation rolled off of Sam's tongue like the most natural thing in the world. Shi understood. The wolf had been wrong to try and use the Mistress for hir own pleasure. Shi belonged to Mistress. Mistress *owned* hir, and the deer's needs would always come first. The wolf could wait ... *would* wait hours. *Days*, if that would please hir Mistress. Hir own need probably wouldn't get *too* much worse if shi worked quickly, and if shi made hir Mistress happy, shi would *certainly* be rewarded ... "Please, Mistress ... let me ..." Sam growled in frustration, unable to put what shi wanted into words. It was hard to concentrate long enough to string a sentence together, and shi kept losing track of which things shi'd said already. Instead, shi mimed licking the air above hir, imagining Mistress' wet cunt.

"Such a *good* little Pet." Hirsh laughed musically at Sam's display and patted the wolf on the head as shi leaned down to examine the table. It took hir only a matter of seconds to undo the buckles on the straps holding Sam's arms down. "Of course, you may. You'd do *anything* for me, wouldn't you?"

Sam slipped hir arms free from the bindings and out from under his mistress' legs. Shi was weary from straining against hir bonds, but hir body still responded more fluidly than shi expected. Shi felt more ... *right* somehow, and not just from the bubbly tide of fuck splashing around in hir skull. Hirsch towered over hir - still on hir knees astride Sam's torso - watching the wolf with an amused expression.

Sam couldn't get past the deer to undo the buckles on his ankles if shi'd wanted to. Even with how much shi'd grown - at barely over eight and a half feet tall, shi was still considerably smaller than the other two. Overpowering them *wasn't* really an option. With hir legs bound - and hir member held tightly in the maw of the sex-starved cougaress - the wolf was just as helpless as shi'd been when shi'd woken up what seemed like an eternity ago. That thought simply no longer bothered hir. Where else was there to be?

Sam could smell his Mistress' unattended arousal - see hir glistening feminine sex presented. The wolf could feel the wonderful pleasure from the cougaress' attentions flooding hir senses - Sam's whole body singing with the sensation. And, shi could feel the ever-present *need* that was still *growing* in the back of hir mind.

Everything else was simply ... gone.

---

Sam barely had the presence of mind to come up for air, and when shi did, hir ragged gasps filled hir mouth and nose with the sweet scent of Mistress' arousal. Sex dripped from hir muzzle - down the soft white fur of hir neck and into the valley of cleavage that pressed against the back of the deer's shapely thighs. The scent clouded Sam's mind, and dove hir mad with desire. The wolf was having trouble focusing on anything that wasn't Mistress' wet, waiting cunt. Vivid sexual fantasies spun around hir head - and shi had to concentrate just to keep track of which was really happening. The experience felt deliciously - *obscenely* good, and the wolf's world had quickly degenerated into nothing but sexual stimuli. Give. Receive. Repeat.

Sam panted - one arm above hir head, hir slender fingers gripping the doctor's wide hips for support. Hir other hand reached down to gently massage the churning mass of Mistress' balls as they rested heavily on the wolf's stomach. Sam's body still felt weak - feverish and subtly *wrong* - but the *lust* pressing upon hir mind never let hir rest for long. Shi was strangely detached from hir own needs - unconcerned as the crushing weight of hir own arousal steadily swelled larger in the back of hir mind - shoving broken bits of hir self out of its way as it grew. Hirsch, on the other hand, would not be kept waiting.

Mistress thrust back against Sam's muzzle as the wolfess *buired* hirself back into the task of pleasuring - a long low of pleasure escaping the doctor's throat as Sam worked - the deer's hands running the length of hir own cock in time with the wolf's ministrations.

Sam didn't consider the situation ideal. Shi was regrettably inexperienced at pleasuring someone so much ... *more* than shi hirself was, but Sam attacked the task with the single-minded zeal of someone absolutely *devoted* to their work. The wolf worked as slowly as shi could stand - responding to the pleasured gasps and involuntary motions of hir titanic lover with focused efforts of a long canine muzzle and thick, dexterous tongue - lavishing attention on the deer's outer lips and hir pleasure-swollen, plum-sized clitoris whenever shi could spare a moment.

For a wonderful few minutes, Sam was in heaven.

Then - the next time Sam found hirself gasping for breath, leaving hir Mistress without pleasure for tortuous *seconds* as the scent of the deer's need washed over hir - the wolf felt the alien pressure returning. The *wrongness* solidified in hir core like a tightly clenched fist, the fever leaving hir limbs and congealing into a firey *power* that pulsed in hir abdomen. Waves of pleasure *poured* from the head of hir cock, and down into hir groin - while an identical sensation flowed down hir fluid-soaked muzzle. The two waves met at hir center and *crashed* together, throwing turbulent peaks of spiking tension swirling back the way they had come. The hot core of power within the wolf *surged*, and shi was struck with a sudden sensation of claustrophobic panic as the pressure filled hir until shi thought shi would burst - and then just kept building. In that moment, Sam was certain shi was about to explode.

Tha-*THUMP* ...

All Sam could manage a slight quiver, and a soft choking noise in warning. The wolf was suddenly aware of every individual hair on hir body as the power flowed outwards in both directions, filling hir until it struck the tip of hir cock and nose in the same instant. A heartbeat later, shi was growing again.

The sensation was nothing like the previous two times. Hir previous experience with the rapid expansion of hir body then had been *gentle* and patterned by comparison. This time, shi grew in fits and starts - violent and random bursts of expansion. Hir cock shot upwards more than a foot with enough force to create an audible *crack* of displaced air - batting the cougaress on the nose as Sam's member hit eye-level in an instant of abrupt motion. At the same time, Sam's muzzle stretched and grew - hir nose and mouth becoming comically outsized for an instant before the rest of hir skull stretched outwards to match.

The growth struck seemingly random parts of Sam's body as the turbulence swept through hir. The wolf's left hand grew before hir right - causing hir to nearly lose hir grip on Mistress' hips as hir forearm bulged and lengthened without warning. Hir breasts surged outwards - beginning at hir nipples pressing against the deer's thighs before the transformation had spread to hir torso. One of hir legs lengthened into more alluring feminine curves while the other foot expanded long before hir leg caught up. Hir balls didn't even begin their own rapid expansion until the rest of hir was relatively evenly proportioned - a foot taller, and even more hugely endowed than ever.

The whole ordeal had lasted only a handful of seconds.

The strange hypersensitivity didn't leave as the growth calmed down. The core of power within Sam's body still glowed brightly - the random blips of expansion smoothing out into one continuous wave - once more centered on the wolf's aching erection. There was still *so much* pressure ... and the growth was coming faster than ever.

Nikki sneezed and rubbed hir nose, leaning back away from the table and straightening - only to find the pillar of wolf flesh had followed hir upwards by *growing*. Longer. Thicker. Harder. Another foot of growth, and it showed no signs of stopping. One more, and the growth finally slowed slowed - bulging bigger and bigger with each insistent tha-*THUD* of the wolf's heartbeat. When the rampant expansion of wolf-dick finally shuddered to a stop, it *towered* over hir. The head of the massive phallus reached half a foot taller than Sam hirself had been when shi'd first set foot in Hirsch's clinic. Even grown as shi was now, it was a full three-quarters the size of the rest of hir body - the swollen knot easily wider around than hir waist.

Hirsch grinned hir cheshire grin as shi watched the enormous head of Sam's cock lift hir own gargantuan member upwards. The wolf fell just over a foot short of completely overtaking the flat tip of Hirsch's erection, but shi realized with a start that if they were both sitting down, it would be down to a matter of *inches* to say who was the better endowed. Thankfully, the look on hir Mistress' face was clearly one of pride and not jealousy. Nikki was *certainly* watching the impromptu the measuring contest with undisguised lust, and the cougaress licked hir lips - a *hungry* expression on hir face.

The moment passed. Sam lost track of hir surroundings once more as the changes spread down into hir already watermelon-sized testicles. The growth was explosive - hir balls filling the rest of the space between hirself and the Nikki - pressing into the cougaress' firm abs and lifting hir breasts with their swelling mass. Sam's testicles blew past beach-ball sizes and continued on into the realm of *boulders*. They firmed as the transformation amplified the wolf's virility beyond what even hir absurd size would suggest. Denser. Heavier. Unbearably *full*.

Thick streams of potent, milky pre-seed ran in hot rivers down the sensitive flesh of hir magnified cock. Physical pain swept over hir as hir growing maleness fully filled hir too-small lap - giving hir a case of blue-balls strong enough to subsume hir entire *being*. Hir balls were fully twice the size they'd been only moments ago, but the *need* had intensified so much more. The *itch* dug at hir mind. The walls crept closer.

As the growth worked its way into Sam's hips - the spike of heat in hir transforming female sex multiplied hir unsated lust. The wall of need pressing in around hir mind became a *maelstrom* - in it's center, the glowing core of hot, throbbing power that drove the changes. The wolf watched helplessly as the tiny remnants of hir identity were torn apart by the force of hir *need*. Sam's life before the clinic vanished into the whirling thunderstorm of desire as the transformation widened hir hips and firmed hir ass - hir cunt dripping arousal on the table between hir legs - the slightest move sending tremors of pleasure up hir body.

Sam's inhibitions - decades of ingrained training about morality and the knowledge of what was and was not acceptable in a public setting - were scoured clean by gale-force-*lust* as hir frame expanded. The wolf's center shifted backwards on the metal table as the expansion of hir long, toned legs fought the remaining bindings. There was a sharp pain in hir calves as the straps gave one last, valiant effort before the metal buckles *shattered* one after the other - sending bits of broken metal *pinging* off into the unlit corners of the room. A moment later, the band around hir tail followed suit with a satisfying *pop*, leaving the growing wolfess completely unshackled. Freed from the anchoring point, hir rear stopped scooting backwards across the table, and instead shi grew off the end - spreading hir legs wider to accommodate some of the swollen size of hir sack as hir feet dangled out into the open air.

All of Sam's instincts save the ones shi needed for *breeding* were quitely obliterated by the storm of passion in hir mind. The room shrank away from the wolf as the changes flowed into hir torso. Hir breasts swelled larger as hir upper body expanded - forcing hir to lean back so hir rapidly-swelling assets didn't bowl hir Mistress over. The wolf's body filled with a subtle strength - even as hir torso quickly became absolutely *dominated* by the twin mountains of white-furred breast-flesh that came to rest mere inches above hir navel. Capped with huge, pink nipples thicker than doorknobs that pointed ever-so-slightly upwards - hir breasts remained impossibly firm for their size, creating a tear-drop shape that bounced pleasantly with every little motion shi made - obscuring the lower third of hir vision in a soft field of white fur and pink flesh.

Sam's back, arms, and fingers stretched and toned - dense, nearly invisible muscle that would give hir the same impossible grace, dexterity, and perky features no matter how ridiculously endowed the changes saw fit to make hir. At the same time, the ripple moved up to hir head - hir tongue lolling uselessly as the strange sensation of hir skull expanding buzzed around hir head. Shi could feel pressure of hir muzzle shoving out farther, and even the pleasant ear-twitching tingle of hir brain expanding to match hir larger frame - brand new IQ points burned away by pleasure as soon as they popped into existence. Hir scalp tingled and itched as hir glossy black hair grew further down hir back in a wild, unkempt mane - long ringlets spilling over hir shoulders and chest.

Inside Sam's head, landscape of hir mind *warped* with the magnitude of the new growth. The storm grew more fierce as the wolf's mind devoted newly-formed brain-power to the accurately representing the *voracity* of hir desire - stretching from horizon to horizon in hir mind. It tore pleasure from the endless seas of sensation that now made up almost all of Sam's consciousness and fed it into the core of heat and power at its center. With it went the tiny island remnants of Sam's rational, thinking mind.

Sam's unnecessary emotions - envy, fear, shame, pity, and a host of other thoughts that would be of no use in sating hir lusts or in hir role as Mistress' fucktoy - were sucked away by the whirling maelstrom of *need*. In their place, Sam had only the endless storm of passion and pleasure. Shi felt the *pull* of the storm even safe as shi was behind the certain *knowledge* that it couldn't reach her unless shi sated Mistress' needs first.

There was a sharp tug at the corner of the wolfess' mind as the storm *tore* the last little bit of hir old self from hir grasp. Shi watched it go with casual disinterest - unsure now why shi'd been so protective of it. Shi had hir body, hir pleasure, and the simple truth of what shi would devote the rest of hir life to.

It wasn't like shi *needed* a name.

---

The wolf shivered slightly as the growth slowed, and finally came to a stop - leaving hir with a significantly higher vantage on the room. The burning sphere of power still sat in hir chest, every nerve in hir body remaining lit with hypersensitivity. The world around hir seemed ... tighter. Ill fitting, somehow. Everything looked small and fragile - like someone had stuffed hir in a child's plastic playhouse. The only things that looked *right* to the wolfess' newly-enlarged perspective were the forms of of Nikki and hir Mistress. Sam could easily make out the cougaress' shape, sitting on the floor beyond the tiny table - tangled in the wolf's feet.

Shi realized with a start that the cougar even looked ... short.

The wolfess glanced back at hir Mistress. The deer no longer *towered* over hir. The wolf's arm no longer had to reach *up* to grasp Mistress' hips, even leaned back to make room for hir breasts as shi was. The wolf met the deer's gaze, and found they were very nearly on eye-level with one another, even though Mistress was on hir knees, and the wolfess was still squarely planted on hir ass. The transformation had left hir taller than hir Mistress, and not by a *small* margin. Unless the wolf missed hir guess, shi was a good head taller than the cougaress as well.

The size gap didn't diminish the wolf's ardor for hir Mistress in the slightest. Hirsch was still the spitting image a fertility goddess in a sizes-too-small lab coat. The deer's endowments were *larger* than the wolf's - if only *just* - despite hir smaller stature. Shi had a fertile plushness to hir features combined with a pair of breeding hips - and the wolfess was *all* about breeding. Nikki piqued hir interest as well. The once-amazonian cougaress was now a fitness-model-made-wet-dream. The cat was equal parts gymnast and porn star in a way that embodied hir feline grace, and made hir seem light-hearted and teasing. The predatory hunger in the cat's every expression was echoed by the voracity in the wolf's own eyes. The *hunger* was everything.

The big cat untangled hirself from the wolfess' lower extremities, sliding out from under the table, and coming to hir feet - showing off hir dripping feline cock, and the cum-slicked fur of hir chest. Shi moved as if to grab for both the wolf and deer's monstrously huge members at the same time.

Gravity weighed in first.

The metal table groaned beneath the combined mass of the enormous wolfess and hir hyper-endowed Mistress. Without the cat's cock providing support for that end of the table, their pair of hypers suddenly found themselves far past the weight limit. The already-warped metal gave one last tortured screech of protest before one end of the table simply collapsed out from under them.

The wolfess was thrown forward into the deer's plush back-side - sweeping hir Mistress off hir knees and bearing hir forward onto the hapless cougaress. The two collapsed back onto the floor below with a heavy *crash* - the cougar's muscled ass sending cracks spider-webbing across the tile floor as shi landed with the enormous doe on top of hir. An instant later, they were both splayed out on the floor - their massive male endowments pressed into their joined cleavage. There was a moment of motion as Hirsch tried to extricate hirself - and quite a bit of *rubbing* together, but Nikki had recovered faster. Unconcerned with the dignity of the position, the cougaress found hirself face-to-cock with the prize she'd been looking for, and shi wasted no time in running a textured tongue over the flat head of the Doctor's enormous shaft.

The wolfess stumbled upright from the ruins of the table, struggling to stay on hir feet as Mistress' cries of pleasure reached hir ears. Hir center of gravity wasn't where shi expected it to be - lower and *much* farther forward than shi was used to, but that felt somehow ... more *right*. Hir ears brushed the fifteen-foot ceiling as shi stood up straight - hir balls resting heavily against hir thighs. Their seed-swollen masses were held forward by the seven-foot shaft that jutted up and away from hir body at a slight angle - heedless of its own enormous mass. Shi stood still for a moment as shi fought hir *bouncing* assets for balance before cocking hir hips and examining the scene playing out in front of hir.

Hir Mistress was on top, hir body locked in pleasure - one hoofed foot digging a deep furrow through the tile-and-concrete floor - thrusting against the cougaress below as the cat worked hir magic. Nikki rocked hir hips forward, rubbing their bodies together and using hir larger size and generous lubrication to leverage the doctor's enormous phallus in and out of their combined-cleavage - and into the reach of hir teasing tongue. The doe's huge balls bounced against the cougaress' own pair on the floor between their legs - with a rhythmic thud, thud, thud as Nikki used hir whole body to pleasure them both. The position left Mistress' female sex was exposed beneath hir plush, heart-shaped ass, and the wolfess could smell hir need once more filling the air.

The wolf smiled as shi stepped forward, hir body naturally falling into an easy sashay - swinging hir hips and sending hir massive shaft bobbing through the air in front of hir - each step punctuated with a pleasant bounce. Shi smiled, just the way mistress did right before shi taught the wolfess something. Nikki had the right idea. Sometimes you just had to step up and take the *initiative* in order to give the mistress the pleasure shi deserved. Thankfully, shi had just the tool for the job. Shi reached the pile of fucking hyper-herms and dropped to hir knees, one hand gripping hir monstrous cock, and the other on Mistress' plush backside.

This was the wolf's first sexual stimulation in hir newly transformed body. The feeling of running hir dripping cock between hir Mistress' plush backside - smearing thick globs of viscous pre-cum over the pristine white fur of hir tail and adding hir own lubrication to the doe's already glistening sex *inundated* hir with pleasurable sensations as every nerve in hir cock lit up with hypersensitivity at the same time hir maleness began reporting pleasure beyond mortal understanding. The old hir - the wolf shi had been before Mistress had sculpted hir mind to serve - would have simply been overwhelmed. Hir rational mind would have drowned in pleasure and unable to continue. The new hir - the *better* wolf - didn't even hesitate. Mistress had turned hir into a creature of pleasure, and hir instincts took over even as hir mind filled hir vision with pleasured hallucinations.

Shi guided the head of hir massive cock into the wonderful warmth of hir Mistress' waiting cunt just before Nikki rocked the doe backwards, impaling hir on the throbbing shaft. The wolfess worked slowly - gently - working hir Mistress' tight passage over hir tremendous girth inch by pleasured inch as the cougaress rocked hir back and forth. Shi went more than a foot deep - hir Mistress thrusting back to ride the wolf's massive member and forward again to drive hir cock into the eager maw of the cougaress below. Two feet. Four. Mistress' transformed body accommodated the size of the wolf's endowment as shi went - spurred on by the cries of pleasure that tore from hir Mistress' throat. With six feet of cock buried deep in Hirsch's dripping cunt, the wolf reached out with a hand and took hold of the doe's hips - helping guide hir mistress as shi began to thrust forward just as Mistress finished a back-stroke.

The wolfess struggled to keep a steady rhythm as orgiastic visions swirled and danced in the shadows around hir fingers and in the white speckles on the deer's backside. No longer able to muster the will to tell reality from fantasy, the wolf immersed hirself in all of them at once. Hir mouth and tongue worked at an imaginary Mistress' pussy one moment, and shi struggled to deep throat a vision of the deer's obscene endowment the next. Shi day-dreamed of orgies - sensous flesh and fucking forms as far as the eye could see - Mistress' new world finally realized. In hir mind's eye, the wolf never strayed far from Mistress' side. Ready to serve, *eager* to please.

The trio's impromptu pleasure-session rapidly degenerated into a three-way rut - unapologetic, animal *fucking* as the need mounted, and overwhelming breeding instinct took over. The wolfess felt Hirsch's tight passage spasm against hir cock as the dual-ended stimulation quickly brought hir to a screaming orgasm. Hir balls drew up, and hir cock bulged with the effort of pumping out the sheer volume cum hir transformation-saturated body could produce. Thick ropes of deer-spunk poured out of the flared head of hir cervine cock - drenching the over-eager cougaress' muzzle in *gallons* of cum in a matter of seconds - even as the sensation drove the cat to hir own sympathetic orgasm.

Mistress' sudden orgasm brought down the walls between the wolf and the *maelstrom*. Shi had been observing distantly, some part of hir aware that shi wouldn't have to deal with the destruction until Mistress had cum first. Hir own swirling, raging, *need* had been little more than a curiosity until that exact moment - when the wolf was thrown back into the full-force of the experience. Shi didn't know what shi'd been expecting, but the deep gnawing *hunger* for release that powered the storm completely consumed hir.

Shi was suddenly teetering on the edge of orgasm - all of the pleasure and the need that the wolf hadn't been allowed to feel came rushing back in an instant. Impossible pleasures. Insatiable *need*. The wolf's legs shuddered as shi thrust forward one more time into Mistress' tight cunt - the ridiculous swollen size of hir knot preventing hir from tying hir lover on such short notice.

The next thing shi knew, shi was cumming.

The wolfess only remembered the orgasm in brief snapshots: Trying to deal with the sudden *existential* assault that was the pleasure of orgasm with a body that was over-saturated by the transformation. Black. Pumping gallons upon gallons of seed into Mistress' waiting cunt - watching hir womb swell up with the sheer volume as more and more splashed back onto the wolf's churning balls. Black. Lying on the ground, still cumming - the horrible ache still filling hir balls as shi vented more and *more* seed with every thick rope of cum that left hir cock - coating the table, walls, and hirself. Black. On hir knees, the huge head of hir cock buried in hir own muzzle as shi tried in vain to swallow some small portion of the torrent of cum still pouring out of hir member. Black.

At some point - after what shi was sure had been hours - the orgasm had ended. The wolfess had been thrown back into the storm of lust and *need* that filled hir mind, and shi had been reduced to a mindless fuck-beast once more. Still pent up, shi'd let the cougaress *use* hir needy cunt, and the feeling of being filled by the cat had been so good that shi hadn't cared when their ardor had destroyed a wall. The next room looked better covered in cum, anyway. Shi'd come down off that orgasm too, to find the same swirling vortex of hungry desire waiting for hir, and she'd given in to it happily. Again, and again, and again.

It was nearly a *week* later, after a particularly earth-shattering orgasm - the only one of those early orgasms shi fully remembered - when shi came down from the pleasure-high and threw hirself back into the vortex of *hunger* with wild abandon, only to find that shi was able to *think* again. The storm of passion was still there - swirling around that bright sphere of crackling heat and energy that made every inch of hir feel so much more *real* - no less intense than before. Shi was just ... lucid.

Shi got to hir feet - hir massive, semi-flaccid cock making a satisfyingly wet thwap as it bounced against hir cum-slick thighs - sounding decidedly sticky. Shi delighted in the feel of the thick, slimy layer of hir cum that coated the floor as it squelched beneath hir toes - enjoying the way the entire room smelled so thickly of sex. Mistress had already wandered off into the only remaining intact examination room to continue working on hir big project - leaving Nikki and the wolf to entertain themselves until shi got bored or horny again.

The wolfess gave it maybe an hour, tops.

--- Epilogue ---

Pet stood in the cool night air, a huge wooden crate balanced effortlessly under one arm, the corner resting on hir hip as shi scrutinized the chain-link fence in front of hir. The nine-foot, barbed-wire-capped fence - normally more than enough security for an out-of-the-way Genetech shipping hub was absolutely dwarfed by the towering wolf-herm. The top of the chain barely reached up to Pet's nipples - a comparison shi found herself making quite a bit, since hir breasts took up so much of her view of the world below hir - and so *much* of the *world* took place below hir. Shi chuckled at the thought. Poetry.

Shi was fairly certain she could just walk *through* the fence if it came down to it. With hir size, and transformation-gifted strength, it would be like stepping through wax paper. As for the barbed wire ... they made them so *small* she doubted shi could hurt hirself on it if she tried, even completely nude as shi was. Of course, Mistress had been *very* adamant that they still needed to approach the problem stealthily, and even Pet had to admit that a gaping hole in the fence might raise some flags.

Pet grumbled under hir breath, looking around for an alternative. Shi'd already been gone for ten minutes - and the longer it took, the harder it would be for hir to do all the really ... finicky bits. Mistress had drilled Nikki and Pet on the procedure repeatedly, but Pet could only go about an hour by hirself before one *need* or another drove hir to distraction - and once that happened there was no way shi'd be able to concentrate on the tiny plastic vials in hir crate without finding someone to *fuck* first.

And there was another thing Mistress was very adamant about - no sex outside of the lab. Not even just between the three of them - and under *no* circumstances was Pet allowed to find some random stranger and fill them so full of cum it came out of their nose. Pet didn't really understand *why* Mistress was so adamant about that last one - Pet was fully aware what a full dose of hir cum would do to a 'normal' person, shi just didn't really understand how having more hypers could be a *bad* thing.

Mistress always just smiled and said that they'd make even *more* if they waited, and Pet just left it at that. Shi trusted Mistress, and there was always the unspoken promise that Pet and Nikki would get to have their way with anyone shi wanted once they finished their mission.

Pet leaned down as shi neared a corner of the fenced-in lot - careful to keep hir assets clear of the asphalt below - the *last* thing shi need was the stimulation that would cause. Someone had tied a chain to a small section of the fence here, and shi thought shi'd spotted ... yes! Padlock. This had to be the way people got in when they didn't want to damage the fence.

Pet reached out and gripped the lock between the thumb and forefinger of hir free hand, and *pulled* gently. There was a metallic clack as the locking mechanism gave out, and with a little work, shi unlaced the chain from the fence without breaking anything else. A section of the fence swung outward as shi removed the chain.

A *small* section.

Pet grumbled, glaring at the tiny door - clearly not designed with someone of hir ... stature in mind. Shi briefly considered going *through* the fence one more time before she made up hir mind and squared hir shoulders. Shi could do this. Shi was *good* at this. Mistress said shi'd been a *spy* before the transformation had all but wiped hir personality and reduced hir to a week of mindless non-stop rutting and pleasure. Shi felt a little guilty about having once been a spy - and working *against* the doctor was almost inconceivable - but Mistress assured Pet that the best parts of the wolf shi had been were preserved in the wolfess shi had become. This was usually accompanied by a knowing glance at Pet's bulging cock, and followed by an hours-long pleasure session.

Pet sighed. Mistress was the best, hands down. This mission was important to Mistress, and Pet was going to do it *right*. The towering canine set the box down, and nudged it through the opening as gently as shi could manage with one toe. Then shi got down on hir hands and knees and tried to maneuver hir way through the tiny entrance as quickly as possible.

Hir massive breasts filled the space between hir arms, hir bare nipples rubbing against the asphalt and sending little shocks of stimulation as she waddled forwards on all fours. Hir cock flopped heavily on the pavement - chubbing slightly at the attention - and hir pendulous balls hung bare inches off the ground. Shi wasn't made for this. Still, no one come forward and offered to do this for hir - so shi pressed on. For Mistress' sake.

Hir broad shoulders didn't fit through the opening, and shi had to turn sideways and maneuver hir massive rack through the gap while lying on hir side. Hir nipples rubbed against the smooth metal as shi squeezed hir front through, and hir eager member chubbed up a little bit further. Its semi-hard state presented another challenge when hir hips didn't fit any better than hir shoulders, and now shi had to sidle sideways through the opening with hir cock pressed against hir stomach with one arm. By the time shi made it through, shi was *decidedly* overstimulated, and the first signs of hir libido were beginning to flare in hir mind.

How did people *do* that every time they wanted in here?

Pet examined the damage hir passage had caused with a grimace. The gate was bent slightly forward where hir hips had struck it a little harder than she'd intended, and hir nipples had left noticeable impressions in the malleable metal frame when they'd gotten ... stuck, and the effort of forcing hir considerable mass along the ground had meant hir claws had scored the soft asphalt slightly in a few places. Not necessarily as alarming as a gaping hole in the fence, but definitely noticeable. Pet shrugged. Nothing shi could do about that right now. On with the mission.

Pet scooped the crate back up and searched around the yard - the open pen full of white delivery-trucks marked with the Genetech logo - standing next to a towering warehouse building. Mistress had said this was one of Genetech's distribution hubs. The building would be carefully watched - storing a good portion of Genetech's pharmaceutical products. Breaking in without being noticed wasn't worth the risk, but the *trucks* were a different story. Theoretically, there shouldn't be anything in them at all - but this was *flu* season, and the Genetech did a *lot* of shipping influenza vaccines all across the country. Minimum-wage workers facing a high-volume of shipments would most likely cut corners. If Pet could find a trailer that hadn't been unloaded completely - or one that had been loaded ahead of time, shi would be able to swap out the vials for some of the 'special' ones Mistress had prepared.

As far as Pet could tell, they weren't special at all. Just plastic tubes filled with Pet's precum - not exactly a rare resource around Hirsch's lab. However, Mistress had assured Pet that this was *more* than enough to induce a transformation in anyone directly injected. At which point, they would become a highly contagious - and enthusiastically horny - carrier for the transformation themselves. Mistress also pointed out that since the transformed were immune to most traditional diseases - *including* the influenza virus - that they would even still be getting the 'flu' shot they had wanted in the first place.

Pet wasn't entirely sure that was enough of an argument to claim moral high ground - but shi was behind the operation in any case. Mistress claimed that having multiple 'infection' points would increase the spread of the transformation exponentially. Once shi had explained that this meant there would be more hypers for Pet to *fuck*, Pet had been behind the plan one-hundred-percent. Well, she would do anything for Mistress, but it was nice that the wolf approved of the direction the plan was going, too.

Just thinking about all those brand new hypers appearing all over world ... blooming into living incarnations of sex ... fresh lust burning in their eyes as they explored their bodies ... massive *orgies* breaking out as entire *cities* became hyper ... Unff~.

Pet felt hir face flush with arousal, and picked up hir pace - scanning the trucks as shi went. Small local delivery trucks wouldn't go far enough away to be truly useful. Mistress had jokingly said they might as well just go out to the local drug store and start ejaculating on people if that's what they were shooting for - and Pet secretly hoped Mistress would let hir do just that at some point. In the meantime, shi was looking for *big* trailers. Climate controlled, and rigged for storage and transport across long distances.

The massive wolfess paused in front of a set of boxy, white-paneled trucks - eighteen wheelers, that looked like they could be truck and trailer all in one. They didn't look terribly ... large - Pet would be *cramped* if shi had to go in one to work - but shi didn't see anything bigger besides the warehouse itself, so shi assumed this was what Mistress was talking about. Most were indeed empty, but as Pet kept searching - getting hornier by the second as hir mind wandered - shi found a trio of trailers secured with padlocks. Pet made short work of the security measures with three sharp clicks as the locks gave out without much of a fight.

They were all three *filled* with row-upon row of metal racks - filled with shelves of tiny plastic vials. Overhead lights clicked on as soon as Pet opened the doors, and the air inside was a bit too cool to just be chilled by the autumn night. Pet grinned like a giddy schoolgirl and set hir crate down - tearing off the wooden lid unceremoniously and gingerly lifting one of the orange-capped vials from Mistress' collection. As far as Pet could tell, they were *identical* to the ones inside the truck - which was to be expected since Mistress had done the preparation. Pet smiled as shi set to work. Mistress was the best.

Pet moved through the trailers, replacing random vials in the racks of vaccines on all three trucks with Mistress' special ones. The vials shi removed from the trailers, shi unceremoniously tossed over the compound fence - watching the clear plastic twinkle in the moonlight as they disappeared into the tall grass of the field on the other side. Mistress said it didn't matter if they were found - so long as they were found too late. Handling the tiny little vials required a lot of *concentration*. They were obnoxiously small, everything about them was *fragile*, and there wasn't a whole lot of room to maneuver inside the trailers. It took the transformed wolf nearly twenty minutes of careful and delicate work before shi returned to find the box completely empty.

It hadn't gone perfectly. Pet's concentration had begin slipping near the end, and shi had gripped a few of Mistress' vials a little too tightly - lost in fantasies of a bout of celebratory 'mission-successful' sex. The vials had shattered in hir palm with a wicked crunching noise - fluid dripping back down into the crate. Mistress had been very *detailed* about what to do if one of the vials spilled - and Pet had to handle the last several left-handed to avoid what mistress had dubbed 'contact contamination', but Mistress hadn't mentioned what to do if shi spilled inside the *crate*.

Pet thought about it for a moment before deciding the crate had to be disposed of as well. It wasn't watertight, and carrying it back through the city where it might ... leak was tantamount to dripping precum all over the sidewalk - something Mistress had made very *clear* was a faux-pas. Only one method of disposal came to mind, so Pet flipped the empty crate up on one shoulder, took a step forward, and *hurled* the crate into the treeline - watching it soar into the middle distance. The box cleared the boundary trees with ease, crashing down in the middle of the woods with a satisfying crunch.

Pet hummed tunelessly to hirself as shi closed up the trucks - careful not to wipe the still-sticky mess on hir right hand off on the doors. She replaced the padlocks as best shi could - though they all hung brokenly from their hooks - their mechanisms unable to close back as they once had. Forcing them didn't fix the problem, and shi was too jittery with budding *need* to try and investigate them any further. Shi wanted to get out of here, go back to the labs and spend the next two hours with hir cock down the throat of a certain amorous cougaress while Pet worked to pleasure Mistress.

Pet was halfway back out through the narrow gate in the chain-link fence - struggling to get hir swollen balls and hir hips through the gate at the same time without causing any further damage to the flimsy thing when shi realized shi was being watched. Her observer had been silent - at least compared to Pet's own struggles with the fence - but the ultra-bright flashlight he shined in hir direction to get a better view of the massive *thing* literally clawing its way out of the compound had been a dead give-away.

... At least once Pet finally got hir balls through the gate and looked in his direction.

"Fuck!" Pet swore, staring up at the raccoon in a night-guard's uniform - emblazoned with the Genetech 'G' - currently staring at hir slack-jawed as shi rose to hir full fifteen-foot height in front of him. "Why're you over *here*? I thought you security guys were supposed to stay in the building."

"Heard ... a crash ..." the raccoon guard mumbled. His speech was strangely slurred. He was staring - and not at Pet's face. He seemed to be struggling to lift his gaze above waist level - his eyes wide as saucers - his pupils dilated. A healthy erection visibly tented his khakis, and he looked like he was struggling with whether to run *away* from hir or straight into hir arms. The attention was *not* helping Pet's hold on hir desires right that minute. "You ... heyyy ... You're one of those ... hyper things, ain't'cha? The ... sex thin's ..."

"Who me? I'm just a normal girl out for a midnight stroll." Pet stared at the guard for a moment, trying to think of a plan. Had shi been lucky enough to get the drunk guard? That was a touch cliche, but shi wasn't going to look deus ex machina in the mouth. Though, shi couldn't smell liquor on his breath - at least not over the constant nagging scent of hir own annoyingly persistent arousal - so why was he ...

Ah. Pheromones.

Pet was broadcasting so much stress and arousal that the poor little guard must have short-circuited. Okay. Shi could work with that. Pet leaned down and dangled the gate's chain out in front of hir - the pose put her breasts closer to the raccoon's eye-level, creating a line of cleavage, and emphasizing hir curves. "Mmm~. Tell ya what, Stud ... Why don't you come help me lock this up? Then we can head back to my place and talk more about those ... *sex* things if ya want to."

A look of forced concentration was followed by awed excitement that settled over the guard's face in slow motion, and an idiot's grin split his muzzle as he ran forward to grab the chain from Pet's outstretched arm. He closed the gate, trying to watch what he was doing and oogle Pet's body at the same time - and it took him nearly a minute to realize that the padlock was completely shot. Pet laughed at his horrified expression when he realized the lock wasn't *going* to close. Shi placed one huge hand on his back to steer him away - grimacing as shi saw the sticky smear hir hand left on his uniform. Oh well, he probably wasn't going to be able to fit back in them when shi was done with him. The raccoon would just be hir little reward for a job well done, and no one would miss him before the trucks went out tomorrow.

"I know a few girls that would just love to ... tie you down and show you a thing or two."

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