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Sam woke up with a low snarl, feeling heat and pleasure wash over him as his cock finished spurting seed all over his chest and belly, the liquid dripping down and soaking into his futons sheet.

The over-muscled otter's chest rose and fell as he panted, waiting for his strength to return before attempting to get up. He'd been waking up to an orgasm for a week now, and was starting to enjoy it rather than be annoyed. He looked up at the clock mounted on the ceiling above his bed, and grunted. It was just past 8am. At least, he thought as he glared at his flagging cock, it had let him get some decent sleep this time.

Setting those thoughts aside, Sam took a deep breath and pushed to one side, using the incline of the futon to assist him rolling over and off onto the ground, onto his belly and knees. He'd had time to get used to the maneuver now, and chuckled softly as he remembered his earlier difficulties.

Using a bar placed on the wall for this purpose, the huge otter slowly rose up to his full height, nearly 8 feet tall. Cameras positioned around his bedroom focused in on him as he began his morning routine, stretching and flexing his huge muscles in front of a set of giant angled mirrors, allowing the otter to see parts of his body he otherwise couldn't bend to check.

Or was blocked from view, Sam thought to himself as he looked down and saw nothing but his massive chest, his toes wiggling unseen.

The massive otter checked his height and weight, frowning a little as both showed a little increase, but shrugged it away, the massive muscles of his back and shoulders rippling and straining, getting in the way of each other and only allowing for a small bit of movement.

Sam took a deep breath, chest inflating, then let it go slowly before sniffing himself and frowning. When he was a small and trim otter - three years and another lifetime ago - it seemed he could go go for several days without getting too musky. But now...

Sam pondered the utility of showering. Cleaners came and deep cleaned his converted warehouse one a week but even then his scent lingered. His body constantly wanted to exercise, but even without that his body constantly produced heavy scent and stuck to him like a manly cologne, a mixture of zesty sweat and musky sex.

The hulking otter dismissed the idea. He wouldn't stay clean, he thought to himself as he looked the cameras, but the stream revenue jumped whenever he did shower. Besides, he was an otter and loved the water, even if his body was now too dense to float and his limbs too restrained by their own bulk to let him swim.

As his feet thudded loudly with every ponderous step towards the shower, Sam thought idly - he was too big to swim, but he was also over seven feet tall now. Perhaps he could stand in the pool? He chuckled at the memory of his last pool visit as he stepped into the glassed off area that served as his shower, the walls vibrating from the deep sound.

The pool water had overflowed and flooded the pool grounds as he got in, and how it dipped almost a foot once he got out. Eventually.

The otter looked thoughtfully at the controls to his shower, then set it to be warm soapy water and turned it on, thick feet awkwardly shuffling his bulky frame in a circle and letting the warm water cascade over him. Sam pondered a moment on getting just a rinse, but sighed a little as he saw the camera watching him in the corner and thought about the bill for the cargo van he accidentally wrecked when he got in and the suspension crumpled. As much as he just wanted to enjoy the shower and just rinse, the otter would earn more money with a scrub.

Sam hid a grimace and began to rub and scrub his soap covered pelt, his thick clumsy hands foaming the soap up where he could reach.

Which wasn't very much, even when straining, and he had to use the fog-proof mirror to see much of it. His forearms, a bit of his giant biceps. He managed to get a good portion of his broad torso and jutting chest, as well as a good portion of his neck. His face and head was still in reach, and Sam quickly moved his head under the water to rinse it off, feeling only a slight stinging in his eyes.

The otter looked at himself in the mirrors, inspecting what he could before grunting and gingerly sitting down on the solid stone slab that served as his chair and tried to wash his legs. He used to have an actual chair, but luckily he outgrew it before it could break under his weight.

Eventually Sam gave up, with only a portion of his body scrubbed, mainly the front of his upper torso. His heart was starting to race, his breathing was becoming rapid, and he didn't want to start sweating from exertion while trying to clean up. It was time to give in, the otter thought as he reached for his wash stick.

Sam's wash stick was 5 feet long, multi-jointed, and tipped with a combination of a sponge and a comb. It let the otter reach portions of his hypermuscular body he could no longer reach with his paws, and he knew several fans of his loved seeing him reduced to using it.

As Sam struggled with the stick to wash his back, he once again considered the offer some other fans had made - they'd donate a large some for the opportunity to wash him. The idea had been growing on the oversize otter, but he mentally shied away from other thoughts, not wanting to rouse his bestial hunger.

Eventually Sam got his fur scrubbed, stepping under the water and switch it to rinse. As the water became clear and slightly warmer, he once again felt like he was a plate in a dishwasher - but as much as Sam grumbled, he knew deep down he loved it.

The otter closed his eyes, chest moving deeply in and out as he meditated under the running water, thinking back to several years ago - before the accident, when he could still be part of normal society, when this almost.oppressive feeling of mass wasn't always weighing him down.

For a moment he was brought to that past self, feeling that small - but only for a moment as Sam's mental self suddenly expanded and grew, pounds of muscle packing, the feeling of size and mass increasing.

Sam opened his eyes, smiling widely as he came to the present and turned the water off. He had no regrets, he told himself. He knew he enjoyed all of this and wouldn't turn back if he had the chance.

The otter grabbed a towel hanging inside the shower stall, thankfully dry, and did his best to towel off before stepping out of the shower and plodded to the industrial blow dryer, turning it on full blast.

A normal person would have been blown away by the wind - in fact, it happened to one of the installers accidentally - but Sam hardly moved as the jet of hot air blasted him. He shuffled around a few times to try his fur, then turned it off as the feeling of being wet went away, leaving his fur somewhat fluffy.

Sam faced the camera and raised his left arm as high as it would go and strained his neck, playing up the act of sniffing at his armpit and body after the shower. Two sniffs confirmed a somewhat odorous musk that in others would mean they should shower, but for Sam it meant he was as clean as he was going to get.

Sam pulled back from the position and gave a little stretch for the camera, making a few poses as he showed off a rare fluffy coat, one he could already feel starting to become greasy with his otter natural body oils.

As Sam plodded back into his bedroom proper, he glanced at his clock, now showing a bit past nine am. That was an unusually fast shower for him, as the otter liked to linger under the water a bit, but he paid it no mind. He had nothing scheduled for today. Or most days.

Sam's schedule was on his mind as he glanced at his wardrobe, all the contents either custom tailored or little more than sheets. Within the first year of his growth the otter had outgrown any off the shelf clothing, and soon after anything that wasn't custom made.

Sam didn't like spending money on clothing anymore - it was expensive and mostly impossibly to get on. He had a pulley system rigged to help with pants, but shirts were nearly impossible. Shoes were out of the question with his huge feet, so the otter either wore some simple sandals, or went barefoot if he could, the pads of his feet thick and tough - but he still didn't like stepping in things.

Still, Sam's schedule was empty for today - so instead the otter went with his prefered clothing option - nothing. He already felt like he was wearing heavy armor constantly, thick and weighty, and while Sam had avoided falling into a narcissistic trap, he had to admit he enjoyed showing off his body, his bulging rippling muscles, his thick rudder, the swaying weight of his -

Sam shook his head and growled down the feeling that tried to well up in him, taking a moment as the beast stopped trying to break free. Sam didn't mind the feeling and sensation, but he had just showered and didn't want to get messy again so soon.

Thick heavy steps pounding on the floor, Sam made his way to his kitchen. The converted warehouse didn't have one originally, just a small break room in the portion Sam could no longer fit in, as he found out the hard way when he got stuck. Thankfully a camera had caught him wedged halfway, the door frame caught between his muscled pectorals and shoulder blades. Help arrived not long after, showing the part the camera hadn't caught - the otter had gotten aroused at the situation and came at least twice, judging from the amount of fluid on the floor.

After that incident, Sam had gotten a special kitchen built - large and spaced out, and built with his limited mobility in mind. Fully stocked it looked like it belong to a busy restaurant. It fed him for about a week at a time and was restocked by a company with a special contract.

While Sam was no longer limber or dexterous enough for many tasks, cooking was not one of them, though Sam's preferences were thankfully simple and breakfast was easy enough to cook, especially with pre cut meats and veggies, and already cracked eggs.

The otter felt like a light breakfast this time, only cooking a half dozen sausages, two tuna filets, and a dozen eggs - food that cooked quickly and went down easily. Special cookware helped keep the splattering of grease away from Sam's nude body, and helped it turn out well.

The smell of cooking food aroused the otters appetite, Sam's stomach growling. His huge body was a furnace that burned food quickly and demanded more, and Sam decided to skip the idea of a light breakfast, eating the food from the pant as it cooked, squared muzzle biting into the flavorful meats and eggs, thick adam's apple bobbing up and down as in one swallow he downed what would a normal.person's whole meal.

Eyeing the raw tuna steaks, Sam arched his whiskers and wagged his tail at an idea, and piled a bunch onto a large plate before rinsing off his cookware and leaving it in the sink to deal with later.

Sam carried the plate over to his 'living room', where he kept his computer and tv, but also one of the pieces of furniture big and strong enough to hold his huge form.

Sam placed the plate down on the table next to his reclining couch before gingerly sitting down, always half expecting the solid titanium frame to collapse under him - but it didn't. The thick padding regularly gave out, but for now Sam enjoying laying on his back. He wiggled his webbed toes unseen and imagined that they would look like past his chest, then sighed contentedly as he pulled the plate of tuna steaks onto his thick pectorals, using them as a table.

His arms not quite straining, Sam churred happily as he fed himself the tuna, the deep rumbling from his chest low and pleasant. He used to be almost an alto, a stray thought crossed his mind, but now his voice was low and deep.

The otter sighed contentedly, not caring about the juices from the tuna steak dripping from his muzzle and onto his chest, the plate discarded to the side and the fish laying directly on his fur. He closed his eyes and imagined himself wild and primal, a feral hunter tearing into the flesh of fish he caught, laying back and enjoying the shore.

Eventually the fish ran out and the hunter growled to feed another desire as Sam's eyes popped wide open as he felt something drip onto his stomach, a tense sensation deep within him building up.

The muscular otter scrambled to his feet as best he could and tried to take control, but the scent of his musky seed was already increasing, and he felt a few hot droplets of liquid splatter against his feet.

His body always felt warm but Sam knew what this flush feeling coming over his body meant, and struggled to control himself as he lumbered to the next room over. His cock had not quite started to stiffen yet, but he could feel his tip flaring and his shaft brushing against his thighs, sending a shivering pleasure up his spine. Sam felt his knee get smeared with hot thick pre as his cockhead bounced next to it. His chest heaved as he panted, trying to hold back what was coming.

The otter left an ever growing trail of seed along his path, but finally made it to his destination, a room filled with cameras, and a surfaces easily cleaned. A room he knew all too well and visited at least twice a day.

Sam groaned loudly, suddenly aware of the weight of his nuts, his sack feeling heavy and bloated, pushed forward by his thighs. A few mirrors were positioned in the room, allowing the otter to see his bloated balls even though his chest obscured the view. Normally they weren't so insistent, but right now Sam felt they were as heavy as the bowling balls they looked like.

The otters heart beat faster as he felt the pressure from within him increase, and his cock began pulsing to life. The muscular otter growled in pleasure as his already prodigious member began to swell with every pulse, with every beat of his heart. Already thicker than a soda bottle, it became a bit more girthy but mainly lengthed, moving past its normal resting point of his knee by a few inches.

Sam began panting as his internal muscles clenched and released automatically, feeling the flow from his cock increase, a steady drip onto his feet becoming a near steady stream, a small sticky puddle forming.

Mind awash with pleasure and no longer caring he was in the right spot, Sam let go of his resistance, embracing the sexual need of his bestial body. The otter's thick nipples hardened as he snarled in pleasure, a thick burst of seed erupting from his cock as it continued to rise.

Eventually Sams cock began to stiffen and rise, the growing need filling it. Seed that once splattered onto the ground flowed from the tip and down his shaft, white milky fluid making it look like a melting candle.

Sam closed his eyes let out a moan as his cock finally slapped against his hard belly, tip smearing the fur below his belly button as it continued to length, crawling up the otters abs like a vine on cobblestone. The otter huffed at the sensation of his fur rubbing against his shaft as it continued its climb up his torso. Hot seed smeared against his fur and dribbled down his belly and legs before joining the growing pool at his feet.

The otter felt warm liquid between his pecs and opened his eyes. Sam always enjoyed watching his cock come to view, heralded by a spurt of seed. It was like watching the sun rise over the mountains.

The pleasure washed over Sam and wiped away his thoughts as his cock came to its full size, his slit eye level with him, but his chest jutted out too far, the thick muscles of his pectorals keeping it from his muzzle - but oh so tantalizingly close.

But that option was long taken away. Instead Sam wrapped his arms around his cock the best he could, holding it close like a lover and smearing himself with the seed that constantly bubbled up.

The otter held his cock with his thick clumsy paws, the pre acting as lubricant and turning what would be rough paw pads into light stimulus as he ran both paws up and down the shaft, a bit of him still in awe that both his gigantic hands were still not big enough to fully wrap around his cock

Sam's arms didn't have the range of motion to properly stimulate his length anymore, but the muscled otter had a trick up his sleeve. Using his rubbing paws to hold his shaft in the valley of his chest, Sam flexed and bounced his pectorals.

The sensation never failed to drive him wild, feeling the his heavy hot meat against his chest, the sensation of the thick pre covering his body, and the stimulation of fur and moving flesh against his cock.

Sam huffed repeatedly, each one louder than the last as the pleasure inside him built up hotter and faster, more demanding. He reveled in the loud and lewd noises he made as the pleasure consumed him, the vibrating of his chest adding to his stimulation. His tail swayed back and forth as his hips tried to gyrate and roll to increase the feeling.

The feelings of weight built up higher inside Sam's mind. The otter replayed the growth of the last few years of his life in fast forward. His weight, his size, even every little inconvenience due to his massive form turned him on.

The otter felt something inside him pull tightly, then let out a snarling huff loud and low enough to make his windows shake as white hot pleasure washed over his body.

Lava hot seed burst from Sam's spasming cock, the jet arcing high and splatting against the 15 foot ceiling. The otter felt another pulsing wave of pleasure as his cock erupted and hit the ceiling again, then Sam lost count as his mind succumbed to then pleasure.

The otter came aware again as his cock began to flag, a load of seed arcing up before missing the ceiling and landing on his head, covering the otters face. Sam opened his muzzle on instinct as the blasts of seed were aimed at his face, enjoying his own rich flavor before the jets weakened again, splattering against his chest.

One final spurt dribbled out, dripping down into the valley between Sam's thick pectorals as his cock started to soften, beginning its slow retreat, the sensation of rubbing against Sam's matted fur adding a thrill of pleasure before finally flopping back down to its fully soft size, hanging down to his knee and thick as a bottle.

Sam stood there with his eyes closed, chest heaving as he breathed deeply and let the lingering pleasure wash over him. Even now he still felt the stirring desire to go again, but he ignored it for now. The desire was always there, part of him now.

The otter reveled in feeling huge. Heavy. Gigantic, even. Thick and powerful. The sheer feeling of mass, of the weight of his bulging muscles, even his limited mobility - it all added to the pleasure he felt. He was the biggest. The largest. The manliest.

Sam's chest let out a rumble of pleasure at the thoughts, then felt his cock pulse to life, ready for another go. It was always ready for another go.

Sam didn't want it any other way.