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Stetson awoke to a low groan. It took him a moment to realize who it was. Matt's voice was a little deeper than it had been before. Not much, but a little. That was another thing he should remind his boyfriend to ask the doctor about. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the clock. About 3 a.m. Matt groaned again, and the rabbit rolled over to look at him.

The otter was lying on his back. He took up a little more of the bed than he used to, and the moonlight spilled across his chiseled chest and abs, delineating them in a canvas of glow and shadow. The sheets were cowled around his thighs, but above them, his erection jutted, large and heavy. Stetson marveled at it. It must have grown three inches larger than it had been two days ago, and it was much thicker. Over eight inches long now, it was suspended over the otter's abs and pulsing with his heartbeat. Still not as large as what the rabbit had been blessed with, but if today was anything like yesterday, he'd surpass him soon. Stetson had to admit, this was making him feel nervous, not because he was envious or felt threatened - in fact, he liked his men bigger than he was - but there was no indication as to what was causing this and when it would end. It must have been something the otter had swallowed at the GNC. Hopefully they'd be able to figure it out later today.

He leaned up, looking down at his boyfriend. Matt turned his head in his sleep, and a low sigh came from his muzzle again as his cock flexed hard. Poor little guy. Well, not so little anymore. But he must be positively sore by now, what with all the activity he'd been having. His muscled chest rose and fell with his breath. Stetson looked at that jutting shaft, then leaned down close, letting his whiskers tickle against it.

Matt moaned in response, his cock flexing hard, and then a spill of clear fluid arced from his tip and pooled on his belly. Stetson caught his breath. Was that all pre? He couldn't believe it. His boyfriend had just, in his sleep, dumped a bigger load of pre on his belly than he used to cum. It collected in the ridges between his new abs, and pooled in his navel, a little trickle running down from his stomach toward his side. Had the pill Stetson slipped him caused this?

Quickly, but as quietly as he could, the rabbit slipped out of the bed and crept into the bathroom. He opened the cupboard under the sink and took out two large, fluffy towels. Then he tiptoed back to the bed and nestled those towels on each side of Matt's belly. No sense in having to change the sheets if they could help it.

He climbed back into the bed next to the otter and leaned down again, letting his whiskers tickle along the length of his boyfriend's cock. It had to be more than an inch and a half thick. Matt tensed, and another copious spill of pre spattered down onto his abs, soaking into the fur, sliding down his side to the towel. Stetson breathed in, impressed, and caught the strong, pungent scent of male otter. Sudden images flickered through his head, images of being pinned down and rutted hard, of meticulously and slowly adoring every inch of this lutrine god with his tongue, of sliding that pulsing cock deep down his throat and swallowing until he choked.

He caught himself, shaking his head. What was wrong with him? He loved Matt, to be sure, he loved sex with him, but he'd never pictured the otter in those kinds of fantasies. But he was so gorgeous... Stetson reached down and pulled the sheets back, exposing the otter's stretched sheath, revealing the sac, stuffed with two separate and large bulges, cradled between muscled thighs. He breathed in deeply again, smelling that imperative, masculine scent, and sudden need hit his mind. He felt his back arch, his tufted tail lift, rump pushing into the air. The tip of his cock suddenly hit the soft linen of the bed and he barely bit back his surprise. He hadn't even felt himself go erect. Why was he behaving this way?

Suddenly he remembered what Matt had told him yesterday, about the husky in the shower who had claimed to be straight, and then blown him. What was it he had been doing right before putting his tongue on the otter's cock? Oh yeah. Sniffing. Suddenly, Stetson thought he understood. It was some kind of pheromonal response. How it was possible, why it worked on males, he wasn't sure, but it was definitely having an effect. He felt a warm dampness on the sheets - shit, he was leaking pre himself. He turned on his knees so that his tip was against the towel, and that put him almost nose to shaft with the otter, his whiskers brushing smoothly down the length of his boyfriend, who gave a low growl, and then spattered his own chest with clear pre.

Stetson gasped in surprise, a sharp inhalation. He smelled masculinity, then opened his eyes to find that his tongue was licking eagerly up Matt's underchannel, and while he tried to process how this had happened, he felt the tip of the otter's cock push between his teeth. Was he doing this? He must be, he thought. Matt was still sleeping.

Stetson gave a soft, desperate keening noise as his rump pushed higher into the air, his ten-inch cock furrowing the sheets where he ground it in. He licked down the otter's length once more, and then Matt's whole perfectly chiseled body went tense, the otter's back arching as he gave another growl. Stetson backed away instinctively, the growl flickering prey instincts through his pheromone-addled mind.

There was a sudden, wet thwap. Stetson looked toward the head of the bed where the sound had come from, and saw a large gob of cum, a whole teaspoon's worth at least, sliding slowly down the headboard. Matt grunted, his body bucking, and then there was another splat, and a second dollop joined the first, adding its weight to the fluid, which slid down toward the pillow. Good god, Stetson thought, scooting farther back, the adrenaline pulling him out of his daze. He watched the otter convulse in his sleep as load after load jetted from his cock, none going so far as the first two, but hitting him in the face, chin, above one shoulder, and then a whole mess of it collecting on his chest and belly.

Stetson started to creep forward, sure it was over, but then something really strange happened. Matt's cock started to stretch slightly larger. It was so subtle an effect, it might almost have been his imagination, but no, it grew steadily larger. His sheath grew too, the whole thing pulsing as it swelled perceptibly bigger, its opening creeping a little further up toward the otter's well-formed abs. Stetson's eyes flickered around, trying to catch all the effects. He saw Matt's sac stretch tighter as its contents inflated to large, round eggs, then it loosened as the skin grew to make more room.

Then the rabbit noticed that wasn't all that was growing. As Matt's body tensed with his climax, each muscle flexed, and after it flexed, it didn't unflex, but then seemed to be relaxed before it flexed again even larger. Pecs thickened and broadened on his chest, his shoulders pushed farther apart, the traps leading up to his neck bulging from straight lines into defined arcs. The otter's abs pushed up more clearly from the cum covering them, and his arms bulged rounder, looking far stronger than they had a moment ago. Beneath his larger sac, his thighs swelled larger, pushing each other apart. The otter's calves swelled up to the size of small grapefruits clinging to the backs of his legs, even the muscles layering over his shins thickening noticeably.

Stetson couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was impossible. He bit his lip, then shook his boyfriend. "Matt! Matt, wake up?"

Matt grunted. "What... what?" His eyes opened. "What's wrong?" He looked down at the mess spread across his chest and belly, at the tip still drooling a thin stream of cum onto him. "Oh, god. Did I have a wet dream?"

"Yes," Stetson said at first, then realized sooner or later he was going to have to be honest. "I mean, no, not exactly, but listen. I found out what's making you grow. I mean, what causes it to happen."

Matt blinked, clearly much more awake now. He pushed backward with thicker arms, sat up in bed, the mess on his chest slowly sliding down, his still-erect cock dripping onto his thighs. Stetson reminded himself to take shallow breaths, to breathe through the mouth, not the nose. "What do you mean?" the otter asked.

"Okay, just now, when you came, as soon as you started climaxing, you grew," the rabbit said.

Matt rubbed his eyes. "What do you mean, I grew?"

"I mean I saw you get larger. You came, and then your cock grew, your balls, your muscles. You grew all over." Stetson bit his lip. "I think that when you cum, you grow."

Matt stared at him. Then stared at him some more. "That's crazy," he finally said.

"Is it?" the rabbit asked. "I mean, you're bigger, right? You know you're bigger. It happens when you climax. I felt it yesterday morning when you were in me. As you came, you seemed to push in just a little more. I thought you just... I dunno, I don't what I thought. But I felt it."

Matt nodded. "Now that you mention it, I was wondering what was happening whenever I came." He reached forward to put his paw on top of his tip, then groaned, but it didn't sound like the groan of someone too sensitive after climax. It was an interested groan. He squeezed around that length, and Stetson fought back the urge to help him. The pheromones must be getting to him, even breathing through the mouth. "It's definitely bigger than when I jerked it yesterday," he said.

Then his face fell. "Oh, shit, Stets. Shit."

"What?" The rabbit felt his heart jump in worry. "What's wrong?"

"You know how I said I wasn't going to take the Wellbutrin again? Well, I did. Not a full one, but a half of one. That must be why I came in my sleep. If this keeps happening, and I'm as horny today as I was yesterday... who knows what could happen?" He looked down at the huge shaft attached to him, stretching eagerly upward.

Stetson's stomach was heavy in him; he wanted to throw up. But he had to tell Matt. "Matt," he began, then backed away, clutching his hands at his belly. "Matt, I have to tell you something."

The otter looked back at him, wide-eyed and trusting. Stetson wished he could kick himself in the teeth. "I... I was disappointed when you said you weren't going to take the pill anymore. I thought it would be best if you learned how to control your sex urges instead of just not having them." He looked down at the floor, noticing that his own erection was, at least for the moment, thankfully, gone. "And," he admitted, "I really wanted you to want to have sex with me as much as you did yesterday. So I slipped a pill into your food last night."

He didn't hear a response right away, so after a moment, he looked up. Matt was gazing down at the end of the thick organ he gripped in both paws. "Well," the otter said, "I guess you figured out pretty quick that giving me a drug that I didn't want to take in the first place is pretty goddamn unethical and trustworthy."

Stetson winced, feeling like he'd been kicked.

"And that," Matt continued, "it demonstrates a real lack of respect for me."

"I don't disrespect you," Stetson said. "I guess I just wasn't thinking clearly." He managed a faint smile. "It's hard to do that around you lately, you know?"

Matt nodded and gave him a quirky smile back. "Unfortunately, yeah. I've had trouble thinking around me lately too. Which is, I suppose, why I'm not as mad as I should be."

The rabbit nodded. "But you're right... and I'm sorry." He couldn't keep from glancing out of the corner of his eyes at that still-erect shaft pushing out Matt's paws. "So what do we do about that?"

The otter looked down. His paws squeezed at his girth, and another stream of pre drooled down the underside. "Oh gods," he gasped. "I just... I really need sex." He licked his lips, looking back up at Stetson. His eyes were clouded with lust. "Wanna fuck like wildcats?"

Stetson gasped, and suddenly felt so empty, so void. He needed to feel that cock buried deep into him, the raw, urgent pulsing as his otter held down his prey and mated and mated and...

...the pheromones were getting to him again. He got up from the bed, stepping back, and his paw tripped on the bedspread. He fell backward on his rump, catching himself on the heels of his hands, and as he fell, felt his tail lift again, his jaws gape open to be crammed with Matt's cock. What the hell? He thought. This is too strong.

The otter looked unconcerned, getting up from the bed, his broad shoulders swaying, triceps bulging as he lifted his new bulk off the mattress, a long string of pre attaching his red tip to the sheets. "Sure, I can take ya' there on the floor," he growled low.

"No, Matt, wait," Stetson cried. "We can't do this! You'll grow again! We have to keep you someplace safe until the pills wear off!" Oh gods, I want to so bad.

"Yeah," Matt said, his voice sounding hungry. "I'll grow again."

"Matt, NO!" he heard himself cry. He scrambled up to his feet, moving backward, then darted through the bedroom door and slammed it shut. He heard a couple of heavy thumps, and then a splintering sound came from the door. At first he thought it had broken, but when he looked up, it was still intact. Probably the jamb had pulled away from the wall a bit. A low moan came from the bedroom.

"Matt?" he said. He went back to the door. "Matt?" No answer. He opened the door. The muscled otter that his boyfriend now was lay curled up on the floor. His cock had gone soft, retreated into the impressive sheath jutting up from between his legs.

"I hit it on the door," Matt groaned. "Really hard!"

Oh, thank gods, Stetson thought. That at least bought us some time. He carefully reached down to pet at Matt's side with one hand. "Hang on there, big guy. I've got an idea."

He went to the phone in the kitchen and dialed. The other end rang for six or seven times. He looked over at the clock. About 3:30 a.m.

"Sup?" a sleepy voice on the other end of the line said.

"Saul," he said. "It's me, Stetson."

"Yeah." Saul sounded out of it.

"Look, I'm sorry for calling you this early in the morning, but we've got an emergency."

He heard the rustle of sheets as Saul sat up. "Yeah, man, what do you need?"

"It's going to be really hard to explain, and time's a factor. Can you get over here in your truck?"

"Uh... my truck, my truck." He still sounded disoriented. "Yeah, okay. I can be there in fifteen."

"And look, we're gonna need your handcuffs."

* * *

"Holy shit, you can't be telling me that's Matt," a voice said.

"That's what I'm telling you," Matt heard Stetson reply. He blinked his eyes open. He must have been really tired; he'd fallen asleep on the bedroom floor. His stomach felt like the walls were touching, he was so hungry. The aching emptiness clawed at his belly.

Above him stood his boyfriend and one of the rabbit's old friends, a tabby who he believed was named Saul. Saul was an older guy, in his late fifties, his fur thinning. He'd been gay back when that would get you beat to death by the side of the road. He still looked damned good, though, for an older guy, Matt thought. "How did this happen?" the cat asked.

"We're not sure," Stetson said. "But look, better get him in those things now, trust me. I don't think he can control himself. And be careful not to smell him."

"Not to smell him?" the tabby laughed roughly. "Honey, I think I can take a little musk."

"Not like this, you can't," Stetson said firmly. "Please, just trust me."

"Sure, sure," Saul shrugged his wiry shoulders. "If it's major enough to bring me down here in the middle of the night, I figure you know what you're doing." Matt watched the kneel down toward him. "Hey there, big guy. You wanna hold out your wrists for me."

"No, behind his back," the rabbit said. "We can't let him touch himself."

"Oooh, is this what I think it is?" Matt said, his ears going alert. "I mean, not that that'd be worth getting me out of bed, but still, I had no idea!"

"I really, really doubt it's what you think it is." Stetson said.

"Okay, put those big arms behind your back, otter."

Matt nodded, still unsure what was going on, and tried to put his arms behind his back. He felt unfamiliar resistance, the backs of his arms pressing against his lats. How big was he now? He bent his elbows, leaning forward so that he could bring his wrists together, and then felt something cold and hard encircle one and click into place, tightly, and then the other. "You're handcuffing me?"

"That's what your boyfriend said," Saul sung into his ear. "What did you do, otter? And can I do it, too?"

Stetson knelt down next to him. "Come on, hon, get up." He put an arm around one of Matt's and grunted as he helped him to stand. Matt felt his thighs press against each other as he got up. The unfamiliar bulges of his body made his sheath start to thicken again. He looked at Stetson, then Matt. He could take them both, one after the other. It would be fantastic. Erotic sensations pulsed through his shaft as it rose, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

"Oh my god," Saul said. "What in the hell is he on? I thought steroids made your balls shrink."

"We don't know," Stetson answered. "But every time he cums, he gets bigger. All over. You understand what I'm saying? That's why we can't let him touch himself."

Saul laughed disbelievingly. "You're shitting me."

"Not in the slightest. He got some weird combination of workout supplements. And we accidentally gave him Wellbutrin, and now he's extra horny. He tried to take me in the bedroom earlier by force."

"I'm not seeing any problem here," Saul grinned. Matt found himself grinning in agreement.

The rabbit frowned, and Matt's grin faded. The worry in his boyfriend's eyes was unavoidable. "The problem," he said, "is that we have no idea what side effects there might be, or when it's going to stop. If he grew that much yesterday, how big will he be at the end of today?"

Matt shuddered in pleasure thinking about it. He felt strong, sensations of swelling filling his muscle, ready for the slightest excuse to pump larger. His cock was now painfully hard, and he felt a hot trickle of pre start to spill from the end.

"Oh my god!" Saul gasped. "Is that pre?"

Matt looked down. A three-inch wide puddle had already formed on the floor.

"Try not to inhale the scent." Stetson put his fingers over his nose and mouth. "Can we take him to your place?"

"Yeah, sure, bring him out to the truck."

The otter found himself being led outside, his broad shoulders bumping into the doorframe as they went out the front door, to Saul's truck, an old white pickup.

"He'll have to lie down in the back," the cat advised. "There's no room for him in the cab."

"You gonna be okay lying back there?" Stetson murmured into Matt's ear.

Matt nodded, still feeling confused and now a little frightened. His cock was still just as hard, and still dripping pre - it soaked into the fur on his paws and down his leg. "Yeah, but can you please get me some food? I'm starving so badly. I feel like I'm about to die from hunger. Maybe fried chicken? Like, two or three buckets? Please?"

Stetson looked doubtful for a moment, then stared him up and down and nodded. "Yeah, okay. We'll get you all you can eat, guy. Just try to think about something other than sex, okay? Don't rub it against the truck bed or anything."

"Okay."

And so Matt lay down in the bed of the pickup, trying to brace himself and keep from rolling back and forth as they drove down the roads. The movement of the truck on the road sent pleasant vibrations through him, and through his cock, which steadily dripped pre onto his chest throughout the drive. The smell of it a foot away from his nose made him think of rutting, of hunting down prey and pinning it to the ground, pushing his girth in just a little too deeply, flooding its body with his virility. After a while he felt the car turn into a drive, his heavy balls rolling back and forth where they were cradled in his thighs, and then there was the squawk of a drive-thru intercom. A moment or two later, and Stetson put a couple buckets of delicious, greasy-smelling chicken in the back of the truck next to Matt. "I can't uncuff you, hon, but don't worry. We'll feed you when we get there."

The truck started up again, but the hunger clawed at Matt's belly. He couldn't wait for the food. He rolled to lean up on one shoulder, which elevated him higher than he thought it should have, and dipped his muzzle into one of the cardboard buckets, greedily chewing up the pieces of chicken there, trying to avoid the bones even as they cracked between his teeth. He found himself so incredibly hungry he didn't even care when he accidentally poked the tip of his cock over the top of the bucket, spattering his food with his own pre - he ate that too, just as readily, and was of the opinion that it tasted possibly even better that way.

He hadn't finished the second bucket yet, and wasn't close to full, when he noticed the truck finally come to the stop.

"Cripes," Stetson said, "He's been eating it bones and all." Matt looked up, licking his lips, and Stetson swatted him on the shoulder. "Don't you know how dangerous that is? The bones could splinter."

"I couldn't wait," Matt groaned. "I was just too hungry."

Saul's voice came from behind him; he was peering into the back of the truck. "Gods... is all that pre? There's so much of it. It reeks like a... like a..." he looked up to stare at Matt.

"Step away," Matt heard Stetson shout. "Don't let the smell get to your head!"

"Well why not?" Saul began to purr. He reached out and let his thin, delicately clawed fingers brush down Matt's shoulder; the otter felt the muscle jump instinctively, flexing in response. "Not like I'd regret anything I did with THIS big otter."

"Please," Stetson said. "Just help me get him to the basement."

"All right, all right."

Behind Matt, the tailgate to the truck opened. He made an effort to sit up, which was difficult with his hands behind his back, and scooted out onto his feet.

"Come on inside, big guy," the tabby said, still purring. "We've got a special place for you."

Matt was still hungry, but digesting the chicken was starting to make him sleepy. Blearily, he followed the cat through a door into an old, but tastefully decorated living room, with sparse furnishings and abstract art on the walls.

"Back here," said Saul, and led him to a door in the far corner. He opened it and flicked on a light. Matt followed him down a set of stairs that creaked worryingly under his paws. Stetson followed close behind him. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, the otter saw they were in a basement, but not a comfortable one. The walls were stone. There was an odd, flat table in one corner. On one wall hung a variety of whips, ropes, and strange wooden and metal instruments in a rack that seemed custom-built for them. And on the opposite wall hung a pair of manacles, with two matching leg-cuffs below.

"Matt," said Stetson, "This is how we're gonna keep you from going nuts during the next twenty-four hours. We keep you down here this long, and maybe by then the Wellbutrin will have worn off and you can get control of yourself." He put a paw on the otter's arm. It felt strangely small and delicate. "Are you okay with this? I really think this is the best thing."

Matt looked at the manacles, and then down at his still-dripping cock. He wanted so badly to use it, to push it deep into his boyfriend, let his hips rock in, flood him with his cum, and then maybe "encourage" that tabby to suck it dry, and then... gods, what was wrong with him? "Yeah," he said. "I agree. Chain me up."

He stood against the wall and held up his arms, which felt oddly light, as Saul and Stetson clamped the cold iron of the manacles around them. The metal was hard and uncomfortable. Matt found himself wondering what had been done to other people who had been in these chains before. His ankles were secured as well.

"How does that feel?" Stetson asked him, standing back with Saul.

Matt gave the chains a tug with each arm. He watched his round biceps mound up like an amateur bodybuilder's as he did so. God, he looked hot. He leaned his head down to one side, stuck out his tongue, and licked smoothly up the right bicep. It was hard and warm against his tongue. He tugged with both arms as hard as he could, leaning forward, bracing with his thighs, and he felt his chest mound up. I'm dangerous, he thought. So gorgeous, so irresistible, they have to chain me up. At that thought, his cock flexed, and a huge burst of pre spilled from his tip and spattered to the floor, the puddle spreading out. He shuddered, feeling his whole body flex with lust, and another stream spilled out, making the puddle grow.

Stetson sniffed the air, and looked over at the tabby. "Saul," he said. "Is this room ventilated?"

The tabby stared at Matt, transfixed. "What?" he said. His eyes were locked on Matt's cock. Matt felt himself grin, and flexed the cock for him, feeling the strange weight bob against his front. "What do you mean, ventilated?"