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Hawk was ready. He had his favorite pair of DeltaPaw sunglasses turned up in his hair, his black leather jacket with a snazzy grey shirt, and dark blue jeans with just the smallest of tearing. He was ready for the club, and Gulp was one of the undiscovered gems of the South Street entertainment district. As he walked away from the cab to wait in line to enter, he noticed his pants were a little snug. He sighed in exasperation. His wide, ample rear was both a blessing and a curse at times. It was one of the few things that stood out about him. Hawk wasn't particularly tall or strong like other wolves his age. He wasn't fast or particularly athletic in general. Not that he was bad at sports either, just...he didn't stick out. He was just average. Just normal.

He huffed, stepping in line. Well tonight would not be a normal night. He was on the prowl for action, and he was certain he'd hit his mark within the next two-three hours tops. Not that he was ladies man or a pick-up artist. Hawk's boyish features were handsome enough. It was just hard to compete with someone a foot taller than you. He growled to himself. Two-three hours was how long Dr. Swinekowski said it would take for him to attract a breeding partner. He had given Hawk an experimental pheromone producing drug, a simple pill Hawk had swallowed a few hours back. "Are you sure this is gonna work, Doc?" Hawk had asked.

"Well of course, Hawkie! If I've done my calculations correctly, and I'm sure I have! Within a few hours your bloodstream will be teaming with pheromones which will produce erotic feelings in those around you. You'll be irresistible!" the Doc had said.

Hmmm, now what was it the Doc had told him not to forget? "GREAT SCOTT!! I almost forgot, Hawkie! There is one thing you must promise never to do while on this drug. Imbibe alcohol! As ethyl alcohol is metabolized by your liver it will cause mass up-regulation of the drug, which could have a CATESTROPHIC effect on your endocrine system!" the Doc had said.

"Yeah-yeah, Doc! I got it, I got it. Sheesh!" Hawk had said.

A whole night without alcohol. Hawk wasn't sure if he could approach some of the prettier girls standing in line, at least not without a bit of liquid courage. As he paid entry to club and music started throbbing in his ears he resolved to have one drink. Just one couldn't hurt, could it?

Hawk ordered something strong and surveyed the landscape for potential mates, his hunters instinct and night vision in full effect. He spotted a sexy blue minx with legs from here to Pakistan. Spotting her prodigious cleavage almost made Hawk choke on his drink. Suddenly he was nervous. He quickly downed the drink and ordered another before throwing that one back too. The Doc always had a way of exaggerating things. Hawk was sure he'd be fine and walked over to the pretty lady.

The minx was seated at the opposite bar scrolling through her phone. Hawk walked right up and leaned against the bar. He said, "Hi there. Alone tonight?"

She looked over at him, looked him up and down and said, "Not a chance, bozo. Buzz off."

"Hey you didn't even give me a chance to say something charming here," said Hawk, laughing at the epic fail.

"What? Let me guess you're really a nice guy, aaand you're packing an 8 inch salami down there. Am I right? Aww, I didn't so."

"W-well, I mean, it's...well...,"

Suddenly they both heard a low rumble which grew into a fast throbbing rumble, then the stretching of fabric, then fabric ripping. Hawk hadn't realize how incredibly horny he was. Hadn't noticed he was sporting a semi for most of the conversation. They both looked down and their eyes went wide. Hawk bulge was obscenely protruding from his jeans, like he was trying to smuggling two large apples and a smoked sausage down his pants. The mink looked up at Hawk, then down at his bulge, up, down, up...She grabbed his arm and yanked him to bathroom.

They came into the ladies room, Hawk tripping and trying to hold his balance as the sex-crazed mink went on the war path. There were at least six girls in the bathroom in various stages of conversation and make-up application. The mink, Maggie, as she would later tell Hawk, whipped out a small canister of mace and started squirting the girls in the eyes, shouting, "Get out! Out! Mine! He's all mine! Out out out!"

The girls shrieked and quickly vacated. Hawk fell to the floor in shock. The adrenaline rush combined with his chemically modified hormones causes his to quickly get hard, the fabric of his jeans ripping as his thickening shaft lengthened. Maggie stood and stared in awe at the sight, until she could take no more. She yanked Hawk's pants and shredded underwear off. Hawk yelped as she pinned him down. She pulled off her shirt and unshackled her boobs, the weighty light brown masses wobbling in mid-air. Then she slurped up Hawk's cock head and started bobbing her head up and down. Hawk's eyes rolled back and he moaned. How on Earth was his penis this big? It wasn't possible for a guy's cock to just grow like that, was it? Hawk looked at the shaft, it was easily a foot and a half long with huge throbbing veins spidering across the surface. A deep moan escaped Hawk's mouth as Maggie upped her game, her tongue playing Mozart on his penis. She deepthroated him over and over, each time taking a little more of his cock into her throat. Hawk grabbed Maggie's tits and pressed them around his shaft as he thrust his hips, face-fucking Maggie with new vigor. Hawk's now apple-sized balls suddenly swelled and lifted up, throbbing faster and faster until...until...

"OOHHHH...!!" howled Hawk as he came.

Maggie gurgled and yelped as thick ropes of hot seed fired down her throat. Hawk grabbed her by the hair and forced face as far down his shaft as he could as he fired shot after shot into her. After about 30 seconds Hawks orgasm died down and he slid his softening member out, then got dressed. It was hard to see the rip in the front of his pants, and it was dark in the club. Maggie was busy moaning and fingering herself on the floor, cum drooling out the side of her mouth. "Name's Maggie, here," she said, handing him a business card.

She was a yoga instructor. Hawk pocketed the card and left.

Well this night was a success. He'd even gotten a bigger dick out of the deal. Though it was now difficult to be modest, his bulge was flopping around his pants leg for all to see. And he was still horny, even has pumping what to have been a liter of cum into that poor minx. Perhaps it was time to step out and ask Dr. Swinekowski for advice. Hawk used the back door to step out into the quiet parking garage and called up the Doc. Quickly Hawk explained what had just happened.

"MY...GOD, HAWKIE! Do you know what this means!? The geneto-chemical element in your blood streams is actually rewriting your DNA with the exaggeration! A catalytic reactive with the alcohol you drank no doubt! Who knows where this will end!? You must return to my laboratory immediately or I fear some...-" said the Doc, before the phone was knocked from Hawk's hand.

It was Maggie, practically frothing at the mouth, and with a bloated cum-filled belly to boot. Behind her was a crowd of women, all clamoring for a closer look. "I told you! You didn't believe me! Behold!" shouted Maggie.

With forceful motions she yanked off Hawk's pants, allowing his stiffening member to flop free, bobbing heavily over his melon-sized nuts. His breathing quickened from all the excitement which only served to make him harder. "None of you believed me! I told you, I told you! Now everybody knows it's true! Mwahahahahaa!" shouted Maggie as she ran cackling into the street, yanking at her hair.

Hawk breathed a sigh of relief as the woman who accosted him disappeared. However in the next moment the women were upon him. Hawk yelped as they grabbed his arms and legs and hoisted him into the air. They carried him kicking and screaming into the club. It must have been the pheromone drug kicked into overdrive by the alcohol, Hawk reasoned.

Inside had become a war zone with female furs attacking their boyfriends and gnawing at their arms; tables were thrown over as women searched for the massive they new was still nearby; at the doors men ran from the club, with a female holding a shotgun keeping watch. Hawk was carried into the center of the room and then pounced by at least five women. Most of them starting licking and sucking Hawk's sensitive meat tower. A couple others were content to suckle and grope his prodigious balls. The stimulation was overwhelming and Hawk thought he might be close to cumming. Suddenly he felt a great pressure build in his genitals and a familiar growing sensation appeared. His cock lurched longer before the shaft just below the head swelled thicker; again it throbbed and surged longer. Hawk gasps with pleasure as he felt he cock head bloat to twice its size, pulsing and red with need. Next his balls doubled in size, stretching his sack to the limit, allowing one to see a web of thick veins pulsing on the orbs. His cock was now at least two and half feet long with testicles the size of cantaloupes.

The women all cheered and started worshiping ever inch of his monster dong. He could stand it no longer and began to cum hard into the crowd of ladies. They all started tearing off their clothes and bathing in the raining cum. It was the first of many loads he fired that night until at last his perma-stiffy disappeared and he softened. The ladies all cuddled around him, naked and soaked with his seed. Hawk waited till they had all dozed off to snatch his clothes and carefully escape out the back. There was no way he could hide his enormous cock, but thankfully it was early in the morning and the streets were empty. He grabbed his cell phone off the ground and headed to the Doc's place.