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Dimitri dropped his pants, the belt buckle clattering on the wooden floorboards beneath his desk. He wrapped a hand around his cock, tugging on the flaccid piece of meat to bring it to full erection. The browser continued loading until a video popped on screen. He hit play. The video buffered, the image frozen on the grinning face of a cheetah. Demitri swore. His hand moved up and down his member, yanking on the flesh until it was as hard as it could be from physical stimulation alone. He checked behind him. The door to his room was still closed.

Moans vibrated through the speakers. Dimitri hissed, releasing his dick to quickly adjust the volume on the sound system, dropping it to a mere hint of noise. The moans continued, muted to the point he doubted anybody would be able to hear from outside the room. On screen, the cheetah was snarling, his body rocking back and forth. The frame didn't include who was getting fucked by the feline. Dimitri didn't much care who was down there. He simply enjoyed watching the thin frame of the cheetah, yellow fur covered in black spots all wrapped around a wiry body similar to Dimitri's.

The wolf weighed in at an even 160 pounds, a fitting compliment to his 5"10 height. As the cheetah humped forwards, Dimitri followed along, using the tight grip of a hand to mimic the warmth of an ass. It was a poor substitute, if the videos he looked at were any indication. Watching somebody masturbate just wasn't arousing in the way watching two people fucking was. His dark grey fur was getting slicked with sweat as the action on screen intensified. He slowed down his pace, hazel eyes shutting out the video, leaving only the sounds.

He could imagine himself in place of the cheetah, the one plowing some fine piece of rump. Male or female, he didn't really know and didn't really care. The act of sex was enough for him to imagine and enjoy, the thought of having something fleshy and hot encasing his dick in a vice, slick with his juices, a tunnel formed explicitly for his desire and pleasure. Dimitri's growls timed with the cheetah's, a pair of altos singing in harmony as they approached a crescendo.

Cloudy spunk drizzled out from Dimitri's dick, his body slumping into the leather chair. The heat of his jizz covered his loins, getting stuck in his fur within seconds. He grumbled to himself as he panted, reaching for the hand cloth on the table. Careful to dab instead of rub, Dimitri cleaned himself off, wincing each time he had to pluck out some fur along with a clinging glob of semen. He tossed the cloth behind him, the dank smelling rag sailing through the air before landing beside the laundry hamper, atop a pile of similarly used woolens.

The video continued to play, the cheetah's endurance enough to last him into a second round. Dimitri dragged his mouse over to click the close button in the upper hand corner of the video. His fingers twitched, his arm seized up, and the video continued to play unhindered. Dimitri starred in slack jaw horror at the monitor. The cheetah panted, grimaced, and quickly reached his second orgasm. Dimitri's cock throbbed in appreciation, in direct contrast to the feeling of terror running through him.

He couldn't move. His body had locked itself into place, every muscular fibre spasming at once. The convulsing in his groin made the experience pleasurable rather than painful, as if his cock was getting an internal massage. The video ceased and turned itself off, leaving Dimitri gazing at a blae square framed by white. A hint of his reflection could be seen in the darkness of the screen, grey fur bristling without any wind to blow through it. His laboured breathing replaced the sounds of sexual bliss.

Seeing what was happening to him, though faintly, was unnecessary. The wolf felt the weight on his limbs, the mass in his chest and back, all of it piling on unnaturally quickly. Muscle forced itself onto his body, accumulating faster than he thought a person could achieve within a year. His view of the screen changed as his butt filled out thicker and pushed him up. A shiver ran through him, another dose of involuntary movement that had him fearing for his life.

The thin look he had cultivated throughout high school faded, replacing itself with a professional athlete's physique. A crevice between his pecs, a tight six pack, noticeable definition in his arms that clarified where his shoulder met his biceps: he didn't want anything to do with it. he couldn't see whatever was happening below the belt. His lids refused to blink, water building up over his irises, clouding his vision. The cleft of his chest grew deeper still. Dimitri groaned, his voice unfamiliar, dropped a full octave by his new mass.

Whatever kept him spellbound wore off as suddenly as it had come. His head slumped forward before he could regain control of his motions. He grabbed the desk, keeping himself from falling out of his chair entirely. Slowly, mindful of the difference in his weight, Dimitri stood up. His centre of gravity pulled him down harder than what he was comfortable with, his mass bringing him to his knees before he could fully rise from the chair. His muzzle smacked the desk. Dimitri whimpered as he let himself collapse.

He shuffled across the floor, using hands and feet to move himself to a more spacious location in the middle of the bedroom. Lying on his back, he used touch to determine the damage to his personage. His feet scouted out the expanse of his legs, finding bumps and ridges that weren't there minutes prior. He had calf muscles that didn't dent when he pushed at them. His quads pressed awkwardly together, forcing him to spread his legs apart.

His balls hit the floor, his rock hard cock bobbing merrily above his sac. It too felt heavier, tugging hard on his groin even as he lay there. He didn't particularly care how many inches more it had grown. Dimitri wanted nothing to do with any of it. His dick throbbed, pleased by the changes that his mind rejected. He grabbed for the blanket on his bed, dragging it over himself. Curled up on his side, his knees tucked towards his chest but unable to reach as they once had, the wolf attempted to sleep.

"And that concludes today's lecture," the cardinal said as she dropped her laser pointer on the metallic desk in the front of the classroom. "Please remember to do your online course work. Many of you have failed to submit any of your assignments to me. Rest assured, you will be feeling the results of that blunder come midterms when you receive your overall grade. For next week, read chapter 4 on organic compounds. Pay special attention to the sections on polymers." She walked out the back door without another word, the majority of the class already packed and leaving themselves.

Dimitri held his bookbag in front of him, the straps having been unbearably tight when he had tried to sling the knapsack across his back. It helped cover his crotch as an added bonus, obscuring the size of the bulge he was concealing in a pair of baggy sweatpants. The sweater he wore served a similar purpose, though it couldn't hide the way the sleeve rolled over his biceps when he bent his arms. He shuffled out of the classroom, trying to mix into the crowd in a way that his new size didn't allow.

People didn't stare at him in the halls. They stared at the other guys who wore tight clothing even though it was approaching the end of autumn, guys who were on the football team and craved attention. The students stared at the cheerleaders and girls who wore just a little bit less than they should have. They didn't stare at the freshman in baggy sweat clothing, just one of many new faces that still needed to assimilate into the populace and learn acceptable fashion protocols. Dimitri left for the cafeteria, his ravenous hunger not satiated by the morning's extra large breakfast.

"Dimitri, you've got that math final next week, right?" The wolf had to look down to see who was talking to him. A husky in a t-shirt and shorts stared up at Dimitri. "We should get studying tonight. I'll be at your place, that sound good? You should tell your housemates to go party or something, because studying is muchos importento, you catch my drift?" The husky aimed a poke at Dimitri's stomach, the wolf dodging the assault by blocking the digit with his bookbag.

"It's just derivatives, Gerald," Dimitri said, still adjusting from an onslaught of vertigo. Gerald had always been shorter, but not chest high shorter. Dimitri coughed into his hand. "Sorry, I've got a bit of a sore throat. Don't think I'll be able to get any studying done tonight." The wolf tried to walk on, Gerald stepping in front and blocking the path no matter which way Dimitri went.

"You can't be that sick if you're already here for class, bub. No, no no no, we're going to be studying tonight, and that's final. I didn't make friends with the guy who knows what he's doing just so he could get sick and blow me off, you hear me? We're going to your place, tonight, and we are going to sit down and study. Study until our brains explode. Study until you explain to me why there's always an F in every equation that ends up on the board or in the textbook."

"That's just shorthand for function, Gerald."

"Woah woah woah, slow down there, Dimitrio. One thing at a time. I'll see you at seven, capiche?" Gerald dashed to the cafeteria, his curled tail swishing back and forth. "And don't think you can get away with avoiding me, you hear?" The husky ran face first into another student carrying a tray of salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, and angry words ended up everywhere. Dimitri went the other way, deciding that he would go eat at home today.

"Thus, instead of solving for the equation, you can just subtract the exponent by one and multiply the factor by the exponent's original number." Dimitri dripped with sweat as he wrote in the notebook, beads of saline clearness dotting the piece of paper. Gerald sat perched over, the husky's muzzle pressing against the wolf's cheek. The proximity was making Dimitri flush.

"Not sure I get it, at all in fact. Explain it one more time, real slow and all that like I'm some kind of dummy." Dimitri was inclined to agree, but reminded himself that not everybody understood the mathematics as easily as he did. He went over the process one more time, drawing arrows and circles and X's that obscured everything. Gerald gasped and began bouncing in his chair. "Oh I get it now, I do! So the derivative of something like 2x to the power of 3 would be 6x to the power of 2."

Dimitri nodded and exhaled. "Yes, that is correct. And it brings you up to speed with everything you'll need to know for next week's test. Now if you'll excuse me, I should really get to sleep so I can deal with this sore throat." Dimitri glanced at the wall clock beside the door. 9:21. The night was still quite young.

"Hold on," Gerald said as he stood up. "Let me give you a big old hug for being such a stand up guy." Stuck in a chair, Dimitri couldn't back away. He tried to protest, saying he was probably infectious still. "Then we can be sick buddies and take care of one another, wouldn't that be grand?" Gerald was not to be dissuaded. He pounced upon his target, Dimitri bracing himself for the impact. The chair creaked beneath their combined weight, but they did not fall backwards as Dimitri had expected they might. Gerald had his arms around the wolf's neck. "Since when did you get so strong?"

Dimitri looked away. "I've always been this strong."

Gerald's hands were grabbing whatever part of Dimitri's body they could find. "No way, Jose, you were never this buff before. You're really huge, wow, I was going to try and get it on with you anyway, but now that you're this thick it's just going to make it even more fun." Dimitri's ears flicked. "Stop hiding stop hiding get undressed I wanna see what you look like under there come on take it off."

Dimitri squirmed in his chair. The physical contact was getting him aroused while the situation upset him. "Gerald, maybe another time we can do this. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with, well, progressing things like this."

The husky wasn't having any of it. His rump was placed on top of Dimitri's plumping erection, grinding against it to make the dick harden. The wolf gasped from the pressure and pleasure. "Oh the big strong wolf likes that, does he? Come on Dimitri you knew I was gay and you clearly are too and you never thought to ask to me if I wanted to ride the train? Because the train needs a home, and I've got a station for you right here if you can get through the tunnel." Dimitri grimaced as his cock was sandwiched between his muscular quads and Gerald's ass. "Oh you are big everywhere, aren't you, stud woofin."

"Gerald, please," Dimitri begged, his body heating up. The perspiration stopped, his sweatshirt and pants soaked through with water. He started to pant, feeling a familiar cramping going through his body. "Gerald, get off." Dimitri shoved his friend away. The wolf rose to his feet, his arms locking up and his head going rigid, stuck in an open mouth scream of terror.

Gerald stepped away. "Woah woah woah, Dimitri, you okay there? What's wrong with your face, what's going on here? This doesn't look like a cold to me" The husky put his hand on Dimitri's head. "You're burning up inside there, we need to get you a doctor pronto umono." Dimitri managed a short growl. "You don't wanna get better or something, or are you just kooky from sickness?"

The husky got his answer in the sound of ripping clothing, Dimtri's shirt stretching tight across his torso before splitting apart, revealing a pair of pecs bigger than most women's chest. Awed, Gerald put his hand on the wolf's exposed fur, pleased to find that the pecs were real and firm as muscle should be. The shirt continued to tear, revealing more and more of the musculature beneath it. Dimitri grit his teeth, trying to regain control. His arm curled, bicep mounting and shredding through the sleeve. Gerald whistled in appreciation.

"Big boy is getting even bigger and giving me a show, oh Dimitri you really shouldn't have. And me without popcorn or something to snack on." Dimitri balled his hand up into a fist. The spasming continued as he slowly rose to his feet, his quads bound up in pants that were stretched out to the max. His aching cock was leaking, a spreading stain covering his crotch. Gerald gave it a touch. "Oh looks like you are enjoying yourself too aren't you sexy boy. How you doing this anyway, you should tell me your secret instead of hoarding it for yourself."

Dimitri winced as his dick throbbed, lengthened, and punctured through the damaged sweatpants. "No," the wolf gasped out, words broken up by panting and twitching. "Help. Make it. Stop." The waistband snapped, but the sweats remained on, fabric doing its best to contain the brawn of his legs. The head of his dick swelled as it turned a deep shade of purple, a steady flow of precum oozing down the shaft.

"Is it cause you're so turned on that you just get bigger maybe?" Gerald said as he walked around the expanding wolf. "Fascinating, fascinating, so I bet if we get you off we can make it stop at least for a little while, at least until you get turned on the second time, and then what? Why, you'll just be one hulking mass of muscle wolf from the looks of it. At least it doesn't seem like you're getting any taller over there, unless I'm missing something which is entirely possible." Gerald stood up on the balls of his feet. His eyes were barely level with Dimitri's nipples. "Oh you are getting taller too, what a wonderfully scrumptious turn of events."

Gerald ripped the last of the clothing off of Dimitri. With Dimitri naked and exposed, the husky got a clear view of the growing monster, how the width of the wolf's back could double as a work table for boring math homework, or how the lats were keeping Dimitri from putting his arms down at his side. "Help," Dimitri managed, a voice like rocks smashing against one another sounding deep within his chest. "Don't want."

"Well you may not want something like this, but boy howdy you can sure bet your fucking cockstick that I want you like this." Gerald grabbed at Dimitri's dick, stroking the tube of meat from base to tip. The husky looked up, past the two pectorals that were blocking the view of Dimitri's chin, and into the wolf's terrified hazel eyes. "Don't you worry yourself nothing you big lug of muscle and dick, I'll make sure you're taken care of just fine the whole time, and you'll have no problem with pleasure. Hey, who knows, you may eventually even stop growing sometime sooner or later, or maybe never, and well, both of those are just fine with me. Look at this beauty of yours, I can't even hold it in both hands, now isn't that something."

It didn't take much stimulation for Dimitri to reach his climax. The blast of seed smashed the wall beneath his alarm clock, the jizz sliding down over the paint and pooling on the floor. His balls churned and drooped, banging at useless knees which were surrounded in muscle. Dimitri tried to take a step forward as his orgasm died down, his hips rolling as he swung one leg around the other, unable to bend them. He stomped down into a puddle of his own seed. Dimitri managed two steps before his cock throbbed with the need to go off. The growth began again. No matter how far apart he tried to spread his legs, his quads simply wouldn't stop touching.

"Again? Why yes, I bet you'd just love to go again, wouldn't you, and then again and again after that, and so on and so forth, until you've ripped right out of this apartment and maybe flattened a university in the process." Gerald lay across Dimitri's dick and hugged it, the wolf's manhood longer than the husky was tall. The whimpering protests of the wolf faded away, his chest preventing him from uttering them anymore. "Now just relax and enjoy yourself, and I'll enjoy you too, and that'll be that, comprende?"

Dimitri flexed involuntarily. Every group of muscle seemed to fight for space with its neighbours. His dick bounced, Gerald riding it and shouting like he was on a rollercoaster. Cum welled up within Dimitri's balls, his nuts dropping lower and lower towards the floor while his head came closer to the ceiling. The height increase seemed like nothing more than an excuse for his body to pack on more sinew. Before they could hit the ceiling, Dimitri flattened his ears; he tucked his tail between his legs as best he could. With a deep rumble in his chest, Dimitri submitted to the pleasure.