Chapter #5Miles an Otter with a growing problem. by: Mph140   God what a night, only two weeks into your new year at college and the big orca roomate you were assigned was determined to shake things up in your life. Quentin wasn't like your previous dorm mates. While previous years had been fun in their own way the days of hardly interacting with absentee roomies and spending all your free time playing games seemed to be on the way out.
The big orca was friendly enough, when the two of you started moving in he seemed to enjoy the fact that you were an aquatic species like him. You weren't sure if it was some simple camaraderie like that or just his nature but he didn't seem to believe in personal space when it came to you. Maybe it was just his standard room mate treatment you were getting but it's hard to get used to bear hugs from a six and a half foot tank like Quentin when you came back from classes.
Being only five and a half feet tall yourself you almost had to worry the big guy would snap you in half by accident one of these days. While maybe slightly taller than some other otters your age it was still felt bad comparing yourself to veritable titans like Quentin. Especially considering how weak you feel you have become. Raised the son of an otter and wolf you seemed to take well to sports at a young age. Back then you had so much more confidence, not only feeling the pride of going against the stereotype that otters were weak but you also had the support of a pair of proud parents. At least you did until that fateful day back on the high school football field.
You the short otter on the team had been improving fast, even shaping up to be MVP that season. You were an excellent running back able to pack surprising power behind your rushes into a small package. With only one last game to qualify for playoffs you and some of the other top players had pushed yourselves to the limit in the gym before stomping out on the field that day. The game was neck and neck until the final quarter, a strange sense of energy keeping you going when the rest of your team was becoming exhausted. In fact you can almost remember how your body was starting to feel eager for more as if your muscles craved a stronger burn. You let the quarterback know with the tone like you were barking an order that this was your moment and told him to hand you the ball to single-handedly take it to the end-zone. Confidence pulsed through your form as the tight uniform began to tear, muscles growing ever so slightly with each breath.
The rest of the memory is a blur, you remember your claws tearing in to the ball as you took it straight through the opposing team. Easily bulldozing through men who must have weighed double you as you pushed through. A feeling of downright euphoria flowing through your body as your feet touched the endzone. Everything inside you had been building up to a marvelous crescendo as you heard your team cheer, your hand's growing power punctured the football as you pulled back to spike the ball in victory. But before you could finish your brain overloaded from the sensation, muscles expanding as they tore through the uniform, the growing bulge in your crotch caught up in a spontaneous orgasm of pleasure as the fabric was darkened with an immense load.
The rest was hazy, as good as it felt to have such a strange growth spurt it was accompanied by a dose of fear. You were sent to the school nurse shortly after, disposing of the poorly fitting and otter jizz soaked uniform there for a loose hospital gown. The episode had made your parents more than worried as you were forbidden from participating in sports until they could find out more. After your parents drove you around to a few different doctors they ended up putting you on a strict regimen of some grey pill once a day. They made you feel weak, tired, lazy, your former energy and drive quickly vanishing. But as bad as it was your parents seemed worried enough that you continued to diligently take them. Your muscles slowly giving away to a small layer of pudge over the years. But ever since things have been different between them and you, they always sent a new package of the pills each month but seemed to do nothing but worry these days.
"Hey Miles snap out of it bro!" Quentin said giving your back a playful smack.
Today the big orca finally convinced you to let loose a little bit with him. He had snuck some beer into the dorm not long after you moved in but you had never joined him until tonight.
"Cmon rudderbutt you've only had like three beers! That's barely even a warm up." The orca said as he crushed back another empty against his pecs.
"Can you toss me another? I get a little couch bound after my eighth or so." Quentin said as he rubbed his chest underneath the loose tank top he was sporting. Clearly taking more than a passing grope at his meaty pecs and enjoying it quite a lot as evidenced by the growing bulge in his jockstrap that was just barely held back by his shorts.
With a sigh you heaved out of the couch and stumbled over to the cooler. "Coming right up Q. And don't act like i'm the only one with a big tail around here." You said with a stupid alcohol infused grin on your face as you gave him a little thwack with it. You had surprisingly good control over your thick tail most of the time with it almost being like a third arm. Although in your current state it was getting harder to keep the fine details under control.
You were feeling pretty tipsy at this point and maybe your roomies lax attitude was rubbing off on you a little. You ended up grabbing a beer for yourself as you coiled your tail around it and started rummaging through the ice to get one for Quentin.
While you were doing that the big orca on your couch sat back and enjoyed the little show you were giving him with your own covered rump swaying around as you dug around the ice. Without a passing thought Quentin was tweaking one of his nips as he let out soft moans while he pulled his shorts down, exposing a healthy nine inches of orca meat that was already slick with pre.
"Hehe work it little guy!" Quentin said as he watched your accidental show. His words starting to slur a bit between moans.
You turn at his voice confused and slightly drunk, a beer in your hand and one wrapped up in your tail. "I'm not that little..." You start to say as you turn around and are greeted by the sight of one very horny orca who doesn't seem to care about his audience.
Your booze addled mind doesn't know how to react. Frozen in place you can't tear your eyes away from his muscular form as his hand slides up and down his member. "Can't you do that after i'm asleep or at least on my bunk?" You couldn't deny it though Quentin was pretty damn hot, as your own modest bulge would attest.
"Hey you're the one who got me going squirt. It looks like part of you likes it anyways." Quentin says gesturing to your bulge.
Your own brown tail instinctively moves to cover up your growing arousal but looses grip on your own beer leaving it rolling over under your desk. "Just take your damn beer Q and get on with it then." You say as you toss the other can to him and head over to grab your own escaped can.
The orca seems almost surprised you gave in and gave him permission that fast, but wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "Hell yea! I guess some of my wise teachings are wearing off on you now Miles." Quentin's massive hand cracks open the beer can while the other speeds up its ministrations small jets of pre splattering his tank top.
In your boozed up state of mind your starting to have trouble moving gracefully as you plop down under your desk and search for the dropped beer. The sounds and smells of your roommate jerking off certainly didn't help much either. You spot it at the way back, of course... As you continue to inch your small form closer towards your prize just out of reach of your paws Quentin ramps up his self pleasure. Just as you grab hold of the cold cheap brewski you jump in shock as Quentin lets loose a yell of pleasure followed by the tell tale spurting noises of climax. The incident has you banging your head against the bottom of the desk as he continues to fire off shots on the couch.
The force of your bump was enough to knock your bottle marked MEDS off your desk. Leaving it to roll under the bottom bunk belonging to Quentin sliding in between half empty bottles of the orca's work out supplements. By the time you come back up and shake the bonk on your head off you notice the big cum covered orca passed out on the couch.
"Well if he's having fun I should at least try a bit myself." You sigh to yourself before trying to knock your own beer down in one go, you fail but at least you're too drunk to care at this point.
"Might as well get ready for bed, or to pass out... i'll take either one at this point." You look for your bottle of meds to take your daily pill but find it missing. You know it couldn't have gone far as you plop back down to search for the missing pills. You know you can't miss a dose, you're parents made that perfectly clear.
"I should really make him clean under here." You grunt as you press your webbed hand into the darkness under his bed. Your hand strikes true as you pull back a grey bottle marked MAX-S and hazily dump a pill out and down it with the last of your shitty beer. Too tired and too drunk to read the Max Strength logo beneath the acronym you mistook.
You stripped down and climbed under the covers trying to ignore the growing feeling of warmth in your belly and the pervasive orca musk nearby. The persistent erection making sleep difficult at first but you're too drunk to act on it as you pass out softly humping the bed to sleep.
While your mind might be unconscious your body shifted and turned. Lacking the daily suppressant and instead fed pure protein your body got to work expanding your weak muscles, all the while your balls swelled.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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