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The rabbit descended the stairs, casually pulling off his shirt off to expose broad shoulders, thick, white-furred chest and solid abs. Matt found himself staring, distracted from the cat slurping at his shaft below. He'd always appreciated Stetson's build before, but now it seemed like he was seeing his boyfriend for the first time, lust intensifying his appreciation of the solid lines and bulging strength. And for possibly the first time, his perspective was unclouded by envy over the rabbit's thick musculature

Through his lust, he did notice that Saul flinched when Stetson spoke, but in no way did the cat leave off swallowing against his cock. Matt felt his shaft flex on its own, pulsing as what felt like half a cup of pre shot from the end into Saul's throat, with an intensity of pleasure almost as strong as climaxes had once been for him. Distantly, he felt his hips rocking forward against the tabby, seeming to move by themselves, independent of his wishes. He gave Stetson a worried, apologetic smile, unable to stop thrusting against the cat's face even as a sense of betrayal rolled through him. Stetson had tried so hard to keep this from happening, had summoned all his strength of will and left the room, the air heavy with the scent of musk, and Matt had let him down. He'd tried so hard to hold out, but he had failed. There was no reproach in Stetson's eyes, though: the rabbit smiled back broadly, warmly, unzipping his jeans to expose a thick, swollen sheath that made even Matt's look small by comparison. Above it wagged about four inches of rabbit cock, rising before Matt's eyes. He licked his nose hungrily and bucked his hips hard once, ignoring Saul's muted gag of protest.

Stetson slid his jeans down muscular calves and kicked them to the side. His cock was already rigid and erect, white-furred balls held up tight between his thighs. He walked over to his boyfriend, shaft bobbing heavily with each step, and pressed himself up against Matt's side, leaning forward to give the otter a slow, reassuring kiss, his pink tongue curling between pointed, lutrine teeth. Matt felt himself moan into the kiss, partly because of the attention on dual fronts, and partly because the cat was rocking back and forth on his cock, nose hitting against his new abs. His cock flexed again as another thick load of pre slid up its length and shot down Saul's throat.

The rabbit leaned back, and Matt licked instinctively toward him, trying to kiss again, but Stetson shook his head and pressed his nose to the otter's chest, burying it in the fur and inhaling deeply as he nuzzled down. Matt's arms tugged at the chains as he tried to reach forward to take his boyfriend in his arms, but this only made his newly developed pectorals bounce against Stetson's muzzle. The rabbit shuddered at that and began nuzzling lower, his soft, whiskery nose drawing down the otter's abs until he was right up against Matt's thigh, cheek to cheek with the tabby who was gagging slightly as he moved back and forth. The rabbit waited until Saul drew back a bit, then curled out his tongue and flicked it across the base of Matt's cock. Matt caught his breath, realizing he could feel the difference in texture between Saul's somewhat coarse tongue and Stetson's silky-smooth one, and his hips bucked again, hard, thigh striking against Stetson's cheek. Saul made a sudden gurgle of protest.

"Sorry," Matt managed to groan, but he felt his cock flex again - it wasn't sorry at all. Stetson ignored his comment, and nuzzled lower, his muzzle sliding against Saul's as the tabby moved back and forth and curled his tongue around the base, then the tip, of the otter's cock. Eagerness had apparently subsumed expertise for Saul.

Stetson, however, was suffering no such handicap: he let the tip of his tongue flick back and forth down the length of Matt's sheath, and then somehow managed to turn around to lie on his back between the otter's spread paws without ever diverting lingual attention away from between Matt's thighs. He flicked it slowly down until he was bathing the otter's larger balls, already drawing up in preparation for climax, with broad, smooth strokes of his tongue.

Matt felt his breath huffing. His balls felt bloated, straining with cum, and Saul's teasing had driven him near the edge as it was. His body tensed, hands tugging ineffectively at the manacles as they tried to reach down, to seize the cat's head and press it hard up against the top of his sheath, to squeeze one or two more of his hidden inches into that tight gullet. He groaned loudly, feeling his shaft throb and strain, and then pleasure and relief washed through him as his cock shot seed deep into Saul's throat. The cat gagged in surprise, his teeth pricking lightly at Matt's flesh. He tried to draw back, but then stopped, his tail lifting behind him, and pushed forward again, tongue massaging with greedy swallows. Matt felt himself buck again and again, each burst of seed feeling too voluminous to squeeze through the end of his shaft. He strained, every muscle tensing hard... and then he felt himself grow.

His forearms thickened in the manacles, biceps swelling outward as he tugged at the restraints. His shoulders tensed, strength filling them as they pushed apart, a little broader than before, his traps mounding up behind his neck as it thickened. He felt his back widening, and, looking down, could see new layers of muscle bulking his chest as it swelled outward. Below it, his abs tensed once, again, three times, each time the lines between the hard muscle there growing a little deeper, the bulges rounding out a little larger. His thighs widened, and behind him he could feel his tail thickening as well. His calves balled up rounder, and he suddenly felt oddly light on his feet, as if he'd lost, rather than gained, weight. And then Saul gagged again, struggled, and pulled back, his jaws pushing apart slightly as the column of flesh pushing between his teeth widened perceptibly. Below the cat's chin, Matt could feel his balls pulse, strain. He groaned again, tugging at the chains, feeling the new strength in his arms as they pulled the manacles tight to dig into his wrists. His hips bucked twice more, and then his climax had ended. Saul made faint whimpering noises as he slowly slid backward off of Matt's cock. Then the cat fell backward, panting heavily, his hand rubbing at his stomach, which looked slightly bloated.

"Oh my God," Saul said. The cat's own cock was dripping cum. Matt had no idea when he'd climaxed. He looked down to see his own, listing forward heavily, drooling a thick, viscous cream onto Stetson's belly as the rabbit grinned up at him. The otter's cock was slightly but perceptibly larger, and from what he could see of himself, he'd gone from underwear model to proper amateur bodybuilder. Every muscle bulged and strained through his fur, exuding strength and power and raw sexual attraction. From what Matt could tell, he was gorgeous. He looked like a porn star.

"Oh my God," Saul said again. "Oh my God, oh my GOD."

Matt looked down at the cat and rabbit at his feet, both still erect. The relief that had flooded through him just a moment ago gradually dissipated, replaced by incredible need. His desire hadn't waned at all. His cock flexed, sending a string of seed to arc across the basement. The smell was intense. "Unh," he heard himself groan. "I need to fuck. I need to fuck so badly."

"Again?" Saul gaped.

Matt's stomach growled, the sound gurgling in the room.

Stetson immediately got to his feet and began putting on his jeans.

"Wait, Stets!" Matt called toward him, tugging on the chains as he turned in the rabbit's direction. "Don't leave! I need... I need..." His cock ached, and then pre spilled from the end. He stared down at it in amazement, and saw the plum-sized balls below it pulse in their stretched pouch. "I need," he finished lamely.

Stetson began pulling on his shirt again, ignoring the pink spire of flesh that jutted up above his waistband. "Saul," he said, his voice calm and confident, "since he is so eager to have fun with you, is going to let you fuck him, while I go to get you food. Aren't you, Saul?"

The cat nodded, looking down and away.

Stetson gave Matt a reassuring grin. "Do you want to fuck Saul, Matt?"

Matt's gaze shifted over to the tabby, saw the lean lines of his waist, the round, soft-furred rump, the tail waving behind the cat, and realized that even though all these things were incredibly appealing, none of them mattered too much. He needed to fuck, and he needed it badly. The mating instinct raced through his mind. If his hands were free, right now he'd be snatching the cat up, sinking his tip up under that switching tail into tight, hot warmth. Pre shot from the end of his cock, spattering the floor. Then he looked back at his boyfriend, covering up that gorgeous, white-furred body with clothes that almost seemed an affront to it, and he realized that as much as he wanted to fuck Saul, he wanted his boyfriend that much more. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I want to very much." He gave a low, urgent groan. The need boiling in his balls was actually rising. "But I'd rather fuck you," he murmured.

Stetson came forward, fully dressed now, and patted Matt on the forearm, his hand feeling smaller than it used to. His eyes shone. "I'd rather that too, Matt. And maybe that's fair, since Saul's the reason you need food so badly."

Matt nodded, felt his breath huffing from his nostrils as he turned back toward the gaping cat, noticing Saul's erection had not diminished at all, but the cat's ears were folded back.

"That's fair," the tabby mumbled his agreement. He looked at Stetson, then back at Matt, and whimpered. "But he's just so... so..." He turned his gaze back to the rabbit. "You can't blame me for this, right? You know I couldn't help myself. How could anyone help themselves with him?"

Stetson ignored the question, pulling off his shirt again. "It'll be hard to buy food when you're naked, Saul." He looked Matt up and down. "And I think he's going to need a lot of food, don't you?"

Matt felt himself puff up slightly as the cat stared at him.

"Yeah..." Saul breathed slowly. His tailtip twitched back and forth excitedly. "He sure will." Apparently forgetting his clothes, he began climbing the steps naked, his slender hips swaying back and forth, pink erection conducting his way. He looked back over his shoulder. "You'll let me have him when I get back," he pleaded. "At least once. Won't you?"

Stetson's face darkened. "That would be up to Matt," he said. "Now hurry. My boy is hungry, and he's hungry because of you."

The cat mewled again, and then hurried up the stairs and shut the door behind him. Stetson watched him go with a cold expression, then turned back toward Matt and a smile lit up his face. He unbuttoned his jeans again and slid them to the floor, nestling up to his boyfriend. Matt groaned as his slick tip pushed up against the rabbit's silky-furred, hard stomach. His cock was straining so hard, it felt as if it might burst. Stetson slid his paws across Matt's chest. The sensation was strange to the otter. His skin felt tight, the weight of his pectorals heavy and full and oddly pleasant under his pelt. He couldn't explain it; he just felt strong somehow. He looked down as the rabbit traced his fingers under the bottom of Matt's chest, able to conceal them under thick bulges that had once been flat. His boyfriend looked up at him, that smile still wide, but somewhat sad. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. "If this keeps happening, it might be permanent. You might not be able to go back. And who knows how big you'll get before it wears off." He walked his fingers down Matt's abs a few inches and then curled them around the otter's slick head, squeezing it. Matt heard himself groan as pleasure lanced and need through him. "And this." Stetson said. "I can take a lot - an awful lot - but you grow this thing enough, you're gonna get too big for me. Maybe too big for anybody. You understand that? Are you okay with that?"

There were two answers here. One of them led to sweet, mindblowing pleasure and relief. The other led toward endless, aching increase of the pressure. "Yes," Matt said without hesitation. "Please. It doesn't have to be a lot. I just need to let off a little of the pressure. It's too much. Please, Stets."

The rabbit sighed heavily, then smiled up at him, biting his lip. "You know, I honestly doubt I could have left if you'd said no." He looked Matt over, then winked. "I don't think we should unchain you, though. Can you crouch a little?"

Matt nodded eagerly, feeling the strange thickness in his thighs as he dropped down, chains jingling as he raised his arms higher so he could reach. His boyfriend's huge and solid erection jabbed forcefully against the bottom of his chest as he slid down as far as he could. "Lube?" he asked.

Stetson barked a laugh at that, and rubbed his paw all over the slick surface of the otter's cockhead, making him groan again. "Hon, you make more lube with that thing than I could ever need." The huffing in his nostrils betrayed his eagerness as he reached back with the coated paw, leaning forward to rub up under his flicking spadetail. He shuddered and stood up, tip poking Matt in the chest again. The otter inhaled deeply, smelling the thick, masculine odor of his boyfriend's cock, and leaned his head down, sticking his tongue out to try to lick at it.

"Hon, don't," said Stetson. "You'll make me cum before I'm ready. Just smelling you, looking at you, is almost putting me over the edge." He reached his paws up and gripped Matt's shoulders. Matt couldn't believe how different those hands felt on his shoulders. He rolled the muscles back, feeling them bulge in his skin.

"Oh yeah," Stetson said, his voice shaking a little. "I think you can handle me, no problem." And with that, he dug his fingers in, and then hoisted himself up against Matt, bracing his broad, lapine feet against the wall behind the otter. Matt grunted, feeling his thighs flex as they were suddenly required to support the rabbit's not insignificant weight. But even though Stetson was heavy, he found himself able to hold him up. The muscles to either side of his neck bulged as he lifted his shoulders, pulling Stetson higher.

"Gods, you're strong now," the rabbit gasped. He reached back behind him, arms and legs bulging as he supported his weight on them, and then his fingers curled around the underside of Matt's cock, pulling it up toward him. Another groan escaped him as the shaft flexed and the sound of his pre spattering the floor several feet away accompanied the wave of pleasure. He felt the soft, matted fur of Stetson's muscled rump press against the burning skin of his cockhead, felt the squeeze of the muscle there as the rabbit carefully lowered himself against it until the tip pressed against something quivering. Then Stetson let go, gripping his tip there between globes of muscle, returning his hand to Matt's other shoulder where it left a warm, sticky smear. It was all Matt could do not to buck his hips upward. He felt his cock pulse again, the warmth of his pre surrounding his head.

"Unf," Stetson said. "Good boy." And then he relaxed, letting himself slide down, the heat of his insides slowly swallowing the thickness of Matt's cock. Matt heard himself give a low, urgent growl, and this time his hips did buck. He pushed a few inches into the rabbit, and Stetson yelped suddenly. "Careful!"

"Sorry, sorry," Matt said. Distant in his psyche, guilt flickered, but it barely registered amid the waves of pleasure and need crashing through him.

The rabbit's grip on his shoulders became much more firm as he pushed down farther and farther onto Matt's cock, his own tip sliding down in the new groove between the otter's abdominals, and then the rabbit lowered first one foot, then the other to the floor, standing impaled by his crouching boyfriend. "Oh gods," he said, and let go of Matt's shoulders. He gripped Matt's waist instead, and leaned back. "Okay, lift up a little, but slowly."

Matt nodded. It vaguely occurred to him that crouching for such an extended period of time, especially while supporting a heavy weight, would once have been tiring, but he barely felt exerted at all. He began to push his hips upward, still keeping them angled forward. He had to bend his knees more, and the manacles bit at his wrists as he began to depend on them for support, but he didn't care. The pain was distant, barely noticeable. His thighs bulged against his boyfriend's as they supported his weight and he pushed up, deeper and deeper.

Stetson groaned loudly, his head tilted back, and Matt felt the rabbit's ring squeeze firmly around his girth. He paused.

"No," the rabbit said. "More. More."

There wasn't much more to go, though. Stetson must not have been kidding when he said he could take a lot; Matt already felt, with his new size, as if he'd sunk two cocks into his boyfriend. The pleasure was lengthened, extended. He felt his shaft surge with pre inside Stetson, and the sudden, urgent pleasure made him push up firmly. The rabbit's hips connected with his thighs, his cock swinging forward to thump him heavily against the stomach as he gave an almost shrill lapine cry, those last two inches burying themselves deep inside his rump, his heavy sac resting against the base of Matt's shaft.

The otter was quickly being consumed by instinct again. He felt his hips lower toward the floor and then thrust sharply upward again, making Stetson gasp as he lifted him briefly up off the floor. The manacles bit sharply against his wrists, and without really thinking, he twisted his hands around to grip at the chains, forearms and biceps bulging to either side of his head as they hefted his weight. Stetson squeezed firmly around him, his fingers digging into his sides as the rabbit clung to keep his balance. Matt lowered and thrust again, and again, not so much sliding in and out of the gripping heat as he was almost bouncing it, stretching it with his flexing cock. With each thrust and squeeze, Stetson's eyes widened slightly, his breath shuddered out in sometimes groans, sometimes cries. The rabbit's cock spattered pre, and then abruptly cum, musky-smelling ropes arcing across Matt's chest, one hitting his chin.

Seconds later, a huge wave built inside the otter, a tide, a flood in his balls, and then they squeezed almost painfully. He bellowed then at the sudden crash of pleasure, feeling his cock surge into his boyfriend, feeling almost as if he were pouring out of his own body, down the length of his cock, and into Stetson. And then he felt the now familiar tightness enter his limbs, his whole body tensing, squeezing, his skin feeling about to split. His body, and the rabbit astride it, seemed to grow lighter, his grip on the chains hefting his weight far more easily. He could actually feel himself thickening, new layers of muscle forming across his chest, his abs swelling. His thighs tensed once, twice, and then the muscles of the inner right touched muscles of the inner left, and then they pressed together slightly. The biceps of his upstretched arms suddenly touched his ears, his back pushed more firmly against the wall. Then the tenseness flooded into his cock. Stetson cried out again as he seemed to slide down just a little deeper upon it, though that was impossible; Matt was hilted in him already, but even so he sunk deeper and slightly tighter. The otter felt his sac, aching with relief, press against his thighs and the rabbit's rump, oddly crowded for room, and then the tenseness passed, and the rabbit was shuddering, leaning against him and panting.

"Oh, Matt," he said. "Oh, Matt. Oh, Matt." He leaned up to look at the otter.

Matt grinned down at him and flexed his cock once more, making the rabbit yelp in surprise.

"Yeah, otter, you definitely grew," he said. "I can feel it." He groaned, and gripped Matt's shoulders again, carefully beginning to lift himself up off the cock. "Gods, I feel full. How much did you have in there? Can you crouch down again, please?"

Matt nodded and crouched, his biceps pressing firmly against his head as he extended his arms. His cock made a sticky sound as his boyfriend hefted himself up, slowly sliding up off of it.

"Gods," Stetson said again, moving awkwardly as he stepped back. "That was great, but let's never repeat that position again, okay?"

Matt stood upright and nodded. "Okay," he said. "Are you all right?" His voice sounded strange. It was rich and resonant, and definitely deeper than before.

Stetson wrapped his fingers around his erection, which was beginning to droop slightly, and squeezed, then lifted them to his muzzle, licking the white drops from their tips. "Oh yeah," he said. "I've taken way bigger than you, hon, like I said before." He eyed Matt up and down, his expression strange. "Though I think you're definitely a contender for the beefiest I've ever had."

Matt looked down at himself, but most of what he saw was just two heavy pillows of muscle, and the slick, pink tip of his cock poking out in front of it. His erection hadn't flagged, but his stomach growled again. Now that the lust was fading, he was aware that he was acutely hungry.

Stetson's ears flicked at that sound. "Oh!" he said, still keeping his gaze transfixed on Matt, "You must be starving by now. I'll go get cleaned up and see if I can find out what's keeping Saul. You going to be okay down here?"

Matt thought about that a moment. The relief he'd felt a couple of minutes before was already beginning to subside, but he was definitely hungrier than horny now. "Yeah," he said. "I'm just... I think I'm going to need food badly really soon."

Stetson nodded, and crouched down to pick up his clothes, his muscular, naked body gleaming with pre and seed. "I'll be back as soon as I can. You try to relax, okay?"

Matt nodded back. "Stetson, about earlier, when Saul came down here--"

Stetson shook his head. "Hon, don't say anything. When I took him upstairs before, it took every ounce of willpower I had to leave that room so I didn't do anything. You were stuck down here, chained up. I'm amazed you lasted at all. Don't blame yourself, okay?"

The otter sighed, relieved. "Okay."

Stetson smiled broadly at him, and climbed the stairs, careful to keep his clothes free of any fluids clinging to him. "Be back in a flash," he said, and as he went through the basement door, his paw went to the light switch and flicked it off.

"No wait, Stets, you--" Matt began, but it was too late. He sighed. The rabbit was always doing this. He was kind of anal about power conservation, and turned off lights more out of habit than anything else by now, not even aware he was doing it. Matt couldn't count the number of times he'd been reading in a room when Stetson left it, leaving the otter to grope for the switch in the darkness. Oh well. Probably just as well he couldn't see anyway; looking at his chest and cock for who knows how long wouldn't do anything for restraining his libido.

Libido. He felt his cock pulse. It felt so different, so heavy. He could feel the new weight of it between his legs, and when it bobbed, it bobbed lower. Why wouldn't his erection go away yet? He could feel his sac hanging heavily against his thighs, with what felt like a pair of goose eggs inside it, stretching the flesh. His thighs, too, rubbed against each other when they moved, a new and strange feeling. He shifted up and down, feeling the muscle rub, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. Time passed, but all he could see was a faint line of light under the door at the top of the basement steps.

His cock strained urgently, the need to mate ratcheting up again. A slow, constant pleasure came from the head, and then he felt a line of warmth slide down the underchannel, steadily, centimeter by centimeter, moving down. He gripped the chains with his hands, enjoying the small but delicious sensation, the new power in his arms evident as he tugged at them. He thought of how incredible it had been to have Stetson ride him a few minutes before, and shivered. He imagined the line of heat drooling down the bottom of his cock was the rabbit's delicate tongue, moving farther and farther down toward his balls, and his cock jumped. The sound of liquid spattering against the floor reached his ears, and then the warmth spread farther down his length and began to kiss at his balls. He groaned, hearing the strange, deeper sound of his voice, feeling it vibrate in his chest. He wished Stetson were there now, tongue sliding up and down his cock, huffing hot breath into his short, dense fur, perhaps taking each of his oversized balls between his teeth and suckling lightly at them, curling his tongue around them.

Matt shuddered at the thought, his cock straining again, this time making a heavier splat. The warmth of his pre tickled at his balls and began to soak into the fur of his thighs. Maybe having the lights off wasn't such a good thing after all. His imagination was running wild. He gasped with pleasure, cock flexing a third time, another spatter of his pre trickling against the floor. He needed to think of something to calm down. What was it he'd focused on before? Oh yes, the office, that was right. Horrible, dreary work. Was it today or tomorrow he was supposed to go back? He couldn't remember. Not like he could go back like this, sit there in his chair while dealing with assholes like Jim, a bully of a rhino who thought that being confrontational and demanding meant everyone else would do his work. Of course, one whiff of Matt's pheromones, and Jim would be likely to do whatever Matt wanted. He could strip one of those stupid Hawaiian shirts off of Jim's thick, rough hide, bend him over a desk, drop his slacks and bury himself deep into that - no!

He tore his thoughts away, but the pleasure at the end of his cock had increased, the line of warmth going down it had broadened. He could feel the wetness of his pre soaking halfway down his thighs by now. Not Jim, no, Jim was kind of hot in his own way. How about his boss, Gomez, a dreary, unimaginative lion who just wanted to save his own skin. It'd be really interesting to strip him down, see if that mane connected all the way down his chest with his crotch, see if he was hung - almost certainly - smaller than Matt himself, and then plug that platitude-spewing muzzle with Matt's thick, throbbing length.

Matt caught his breath, his hips thrusting upward, his pre splashing on what must be, from the sound of it, the far side of the room. Oh gods! How could he find everyone at work hot? But now he was unable to stop thinking about it, his fingers buried in Gomez's mane as he tugged the lion's head toward his hips, bloating his belly with cum and then turning to Jim and fucking him up against the wall so hard that cracks jumped outward like lightning bolts. He could feel a pressure building in his balls, his cock straining. Pre was trickling down between his paws, and he didn't care. He was lost in the imagery. After the smell of that, the whole office would be hooked, desperate for his body, for his seed. They'd hold him down on a table and begin to lick him all over, Casey, the labrador, eagerly lapping between his thighs, a couple of the weasels from accounting matting the fur on his thick pecs while he flexed them hard to awe them. Phil and Toby lapping at his shoulders and neck, Gomez roaring as he rode his cock while Stetson bent over him from behind and kissed him deep... deep...

A thick pressure pushed at the base of his cock and then built upward. He couldn't believe it. Unable to touch himself or see himself or anything else, he was about to cum, and he couldn't stop it. His hips bucked upward hard, and he held back, tensing, trying to stop the orgasm, but then it was spewing out of him. He heard a splat hit the ceiling, and then he cried out, arms tugging violently at his chains as he tried to break free, to plunge his cock into anything, a towel, the drywall, anything, but the chains didn't even begin to give, and so he just thrust at empty air, growling and crying out over and over, feeling as if gallons were pouring out of him, hearing the splattering sound as it coated the basement floor. And then his body went tight again, straining, his shoulders pushing up at the sides of his head, thighs pushing each other apart as his paws spread across the floor. Then the wall seemed to slide downward along his back, and his arms didn't have to reach quite as high anymore. He felt the heaviness of his pulsing cock increase before him, bowing forward slightly, still spitting his seed into the air.

And then finally it was over, and he was alone in the dark, the only sounds his own deep-voiced panting, and an occasional drip as something from the ceiling dropped down to hit the floor.