The dreams you had were faint, it was hard to recall much besides a reoccurring feeling of power and visions of you at the gym. Maybe drinking affects you in a strange way. As you began to wake up feeling groggy you couldn't help but notice that the lower half of your sheets were soaked.
"Damn... did I spill my beer or something." You mumbled to yourself as your paw scratched your stomach. You really felt like you needed a good stretch as you flipped the covers off. All your muscles feeling like the old growing pains you used to have when you were young, but any pain was replaced by a pleasing tension instead.
Before you could contemplate that fact you were hit by a blast of otter musk as the covers came off. The lower half of your bed thoroughly soaked in your nighttime emissions.
"This can't all be me... can it?" You knew you were pent up but this was absurd. How much otter spunk could possibly get backed up after a week of no release.
Back in high school you used to have the embarrassing problem of frequent nocturnal spooging. It used to make sleep overs with friends quite an awkward affair, always having to remember to wrap up in a condom before the lights went out to avoid the mess and musk you would spread otherwise.
But things stopped after your parents had you start your medication regimen after the incident. How could it be starting again? Your balls even after last nights load (or loads) seemed to be full and bigger than usual. Both of your otter stones almost didn't fit the palm of your hand as you inspected yourself. You smiled as the sheer thought of having to two hand those puppies got your crank going as a jet of pre launched out of what should have been a spent cock.
The annoyance of having to remember to sheath your manhood in a latex containment each night again would be worth it if it felt this good you suppose.
Throwing on some clothes you start to clean up the mess from last night. Quentin no where to be seen of course but you weren't about to let the state of your room fall apart on the orca's accord.
While cleaning you had a spring in your step, your muscles eager for use as you worked. The slight burn you felt moving the couch and chairs around to clean wasn't quite enough though. There was a feeling of burning readiness in your body waiting for something to bring it out.
But with the orca gone and the room successfully cleaned you fell back into your habits. Breaking out the gaming console and firing up some online fighting games, what's left of your competitive spirit from high school channeled into something that at least gave you some satisfaction of being the best at something.
Not that your peace would last very long. Only ten minutes into your session and the door to your dorm bursts open as Quentin returns with a towel around his waist.
"Hey Miles, glad to see you're up. I mayyy have used all the hot water in our buildings showers. After all i've got quite a lot that needs to get cleaned." The muscled orca said as he dropped the towel with a flourish to emphasize his assets.
Sighing you set the controller down and asked him what the hell you were supposed to do now to wash off. You weren't about to take a cold shower and your pretty sure the lower half of your body still smelled like otter cum underneath your clothes.
"I'm glad you asked! I've got the perfect plan, the campus gym is still gonna have hot water so me and you are gonna work out together for once." The smile on Quentin's face says it all. You had been avoiding going with him since the school year started and now he had you trapped with the hot water held hostage over at the gym.
"Ok fine asshole now put some clothes on." You barked at him in defeat.
Surprised at your sudden fold after weeks of denying him on end your roomie looks confused. "Wait so that's it? No complaining or fighting it? I don't have to just grab you and drag you there like my plan B I was hoping to get to use?"
"Hey you're the one who used all the hot water it's not like I have much of a choice here." You feigned annoyance but a growing part of you was anticipating a trip to the gym with glee. Your muscles starting to wake up without the inhibitor pill to stop them.
The two of you arrive to the public part of the workout room. The basement only allowed for the school's varsity athletes. Quentin is in his usual tanktop and loose gym shorts that did little to hide his package. You on the other hand haven't been to a gym for so long you don't even know where to start. Your roomie has you follow him as you mirror his exercises albeit at less than half the weight. He made it clear you had to keep up with him for at least an hour to "earn" your hot shower at the end.
But your initial reps were going surprisingly solid for your small frame. You're clearly still out of shape but halfway through at least you haven't collapsed yet. In fact your body was starting to feel more energized than ever.
"Not as bad as I would have thought Miles." The orca says as he rummages through his gym bag. "Catch you should have brought your own but i'll spot you this time."
Startled by the sudden toss of a jug at you your hands fumble the protein shake as it slips though your sweaty fingers. Luckily your tail snatches it just before it crashes into the ground. Popping the lid off you take a whiff as the powerful odor hits your sensitive nose. "What's in this stuff anyway Q?"
The orca is too busy chugging his entire jug. A smile forming at his lips as he pounds it while moving his arms into a bodybuilder pose.
Whatever it's free after all. You hold your nose as you start to drink the creamy and thick mixture. The slightly salty mix of protein hits your stomach fast as your body breaks down the nutrients and gets to work. At first you only drink half but Quentin insists, at least it tastes better than you would have expected from the smell.
"Ok lets hit up the leg press you're up first this time Miles."
You sit down after adjusting the seat for your smaller size. You groan as your stomach tosses and turns as it finishes processing the mixture. "Whatever was in there better have been legal Q." You yell as you push out and start your twenty rep breakdown.
The orca says nothing as he watches you work the first twenty flying by with ease. A feeling of your body almost vibrating starts once you finish, pleasing tingles spreading all around. "More." You grunt as you finish. "Give me a real challenge Q i'm not as weak as you think."
"Haha where is this coming from Miles. Lets see how you can handle double that then hotshot." The amused orca says as he spots you expecting you to fail.
You wish you could have seen his face as you proved him wrong. Your eyes were closed shut as you focused on the workout, and the growing pleasure. Your cock pumping up alongside your muscles with each rep. A growing wet spot becoming visible fast on your shorts, overactive balls swelling even further as they leaked pre through two layers of fabric.
"Fucckking count em Q!" You started yelling after the first ten. Not sure where your energy was coming from he began counting your reps as he peppered you with encouragement.
At fifteen reps your balls had inflated so big they were clearly individually visible in your shorts. The testosterone pumping through your system was immense. Pre was now dripping profusely over the seat as streams of it leaked down your shorts.
The last rep was approaching and you could feel something inside you building up to a crescendo. Other muscles not even being worked on visibly flexing and expanding. Pushing that last rep out pushed a whole lot else out of you too as you let out a roar. Cum flying out from under your shorts as your dick pulsed bigger than ever before. Inch after inch of otterflesh adding on more pleasure as you coated the machine in slick white spooge.
Rather than be freaked out by what was going on Quentin was very interested. "Oh fuck yes Miles! Let it all out baby, I learned about these in the brofessors class. You're having one hell of a growth spurt little guy."
You couldn't even hear him as your legs kept pushing out more reps through your growth and orgasm. Desperate for more of that good feeling burn as your stature grew.
"Ride it out dude! You're parents barbarian's or something? I didn't know you had it in you." Your roomie gloated as your legs grew exhausted and you slid out of the chair, shooting a few last spurts of your load on the floor.
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