God I need a shower... Caleb thought as he sat down on a park bench, panting a bit from his fifteen mile run around the lake. It was a path he'd taken many times but every time he always ended up soaked in sweat and panting like a hound dog at high noon. Not that he minded, he loved how he smelled, but he's had enough complaints from neighbors and friends to be more circumspect when he knew his plans would mesh with others. The feline leaned against the back of the bench, wiping his forehead, rather fruitlessly on his sweaty forearm; his dark gold fur stained a muddy brown color from the sweat and the shade of a tree above. 
       So intent was he on his own condition that he didn't even notice his partner on the opposite side of the bench, small wonder since the other took up half of the bench alone! When Caleb finally took note of his surroundings, he gasps at the mountain of fur and muscle that made up the giant otter beside him. The otter was dark brown with cream colored chin that ran down his bare ripped chest, just grazing his huge dollar coin sized nipples, one of which was covered by a sky blue shirt hanging off his shoulder. The cream color ran down to his prodigious muscle gut and presumably farther. He was reading a book with one hand, while the other is doing curls with a hand weight. Caleb reads the numbers on the side of it and gasps again; fifty pounds!? He's lifting it like it weighs nothing! He practically screams to himself. Sitting, the otter still towered over the feline by a good three feet, his weight easily being five times the cat's own meager 120 lbs, all pure muscle.
       "You know, it's impolite to stare..." a voice sounding like a bear waking from hibernation, more felt through his soles and back and rump than actually heard. 
       "S...sorry, guess I wasn't expecting someone to be here..." Caleb stammers, blushing deeply as he realizes it's coming from thee otter who hadn't looked away from his book.
       "kind of a surprise since I'm so large," he grins and switches hands, setting the weight down on the bench beside him, turning the page, and switching hands, curling with the opposite now, without once looking towards the much smaller male.
       "I get very caught up in my runs..."Caleb replies lamely, mentally kicking himself for his inability to form a coherent sentence.
       "oh so did I, but then I found that keeping your mind occupied with something other than your own body's reactions tends to make things go a lot faster," he chuckles, which sounds more like a land slide. "Fell into a good book once, didn't even realize how long had passed and when I put it down, I was like this!" he grins and turns to the feline, resting one of his legs on the other knee.  "My you certainly do take your runs seriously..." 
       Caleb blushes deeply and looks down at his sweat soaked body, his tail flicking in embarrassment. "Yea I know I reek..." 
       "Kid, I've smelled you since you were turning that last curve a mile back that way!" he points towards the out of sight curve. "And believe me, I've smelt worse, meaning I myself have stunk worse and I've smelled others who stank worse!" he grins oddly to himself. "Anyway, my names Arthur," he offers a big hand to the small cat. 
       "Caleb..." he offers his, blushing as he realizes the massive otter can close his hand around Caleb's and cover it completely. 
       "Nice to meet you Caleb! It's good to see young people taking an interest in their bodies! Nowadays you mostly see kids wasting away in front of videogames and television, horrid inventions. There's so much beauty in the world, far more than can be encompassed in a few gigs of data or half an hour of whose dating who in Hollywood." Arthur leans back, throwing an arm behind the back of the bench, resting a leg on the other so his big bare footpaw was pointed towards the cat. Caleb blushes as he sees it, tail flicking nervously as he stares at the large pink pad of Arthur's sole. Feet paws were Caleb's weakness, he loved looking at them, rubbing them, and above all else, smelling them. That's right, Caleb was a total scent hound, not just his own but others as well, but his own was the most readily available so he tended towards that. 
       "I agree... but not so much about those being the only vices... I've seen some kids wasting their lives in front of books as well, sitting all hours of the day in dark dusty libraries, noses smeared against ink." 
       Arthur booms out laughing, "Ah true true, but reading improves the mind as well, that's why I exercise doing both at the same time, a proper balance is needed!" he smiles proudly down at the feline. "I'm impressed; most would have stared dumbly at me or agreed blindly, it's nice to see someone who's not taken in by my appearance. How old are you anyway?" he asks offhandedly.
       "Eighteen, just turned eighteen two months ago." Caleb blushes, wondering at the sudden change of topic. "So...what are you reading...sir?" he blushes but unable to stop himself from uttering the title.
       "Sir? No call me Arthur, though I do appreciate the respect. I'm reading a wonderful fantasy novel." 
       "Fantasy? Thought you said reading improved the mind? What good would lies be?" 
       "What are we but lies? Lies we show to others, lies we tell ourselves, lies we show our betters, lovers, children, friends, acquaintances. We treat ourselves as someone foreign, falsify what we feel or say or think or want, simply for the ease of ceding into society. Giving in to what others think and what others think we ought to think without thinking for ourselves. Fantasy is the lies that tell the deepest truths about ourselves, what we want, how we feel, what we truly need and desire deep down in our truest hearts of hearts. Fantasy is the gateway into our own beings, far more so than philosophy or science or biology or psychology. More distilled than artwork, more abstract than poetry. I adore fantasy for this reason, do you understand?" 
       Caleb blushes deeply, thinking how he constantly felt the need to hide who he was and what he enjoyed from his friends and society at large. "I think so... you're very intelligent..." Caleb smiles shyly up at the mountainous lutra. 
       "No son, I'm old, I know the why's and wherefore's of the world, but I appreciate you saying that all the same." he smiles benignly down at the feline. 
       "C...could you show me some of your favorite novels?" Caleb asks, feeling a sudden desire to read and explore the realms of himself he'd never known existed. 
       "certainly!" Arthur booms and hands the book he'd been reading to the feline. "Start with this, it's one of my favorites, but I've read it several times already. Bear in mind I'm just loaning it to you, I'll want it back!" he says, mock sternly. 
       "O... of course! But...are you sure?" Caleb asks, blushing at the act of generosity.
       "Certainly, I'm usually here every Wednesday about this time. Only reason I'm here today is it's my day off from work. You can return it to me next week, and we can discuss it then. I love talking about books!" he chuckles and heaves himself up, patting his muscular belly and padding away before turning around and grabbing the weight. He turns back around; flashing Caleb one last smile before heading off towards the other side of the park, the tremors of his heavy footsteps can be felt through the ground.
       "see you then!" Caleb calls back, blushing and smiling, looking at the faded, time worn cover and standing up and turning towards his dorm. As he's turning he blushes as he smells a very faint but very masculine. He reaches down and readjusts the bulge in the front of his running shorts, and jogs towards home. 
       
       After reaching home and showering he walks into his bedroom and closes the door wearing only his underwear. He looks at the clock; it read three in flashing green numbers. Well, no homework, friends are all at work, and nothing to do...May as well start on the book...  Caleb thinks, looking down at the thick fabric bound book sitting on his desk near his computer. He grabs it and turns on his desk lamp, turning it so he can sit in his papasan in comfort and read the book. He sighs as he plops himself in the deep wicker bowl, nuzzling the fuzzy pillow, heavily permeated with his musky scent before opening the cover and reading the title. "To All Things a Season" it read in big, thin serif letters. Wonder what it's about Caleb thinks before shrugging and starting to read the story. He was engrossed within the first chapter; pages flew by in a whisper of paper across fingers, his eyes never deviating from word after word. With every conflict his heart leaped at the victory and sunk at each tragedy, even cried when the hero loses the one he loved so dearly, fat tears dripping from his whiskers to land on the pages. Page after page he devoured, not even noticing the passing of time or the sun passing his window to sink below the horizon or even the ravenous hunger he was feeling, only the story in his hands and the hunger of a different sort, the hunger to know more.
       
       With finality Caleb turns the last page, physically exhausted but mentally invigorated, his mind teaming with questions and speculations about the motives, the intrigue the reasoning behind the characters words, actions and even their thoughts. It was a shock then when he looked up at the clock, it flashed the numbers 5:21 balefully in the darkness. "Five? But I only..." he gasps and turns around, looking out the window at "I've sat here all night!" he sinks back into the comfortable chair, puzzled that he'd let that much time pass before his eyes and shocked that a single stack of papers could have been the cause. "books are dangerous..." he whispers before closing his eyes and falling deeply asleep, his dreams filled with heroic battles and lusty encounters in darkened rooms behind gossamer curtains, and heart breaking tragedies.  
       When he awoke he was curled up in the bowl of his chair, purring softly and feeling amazing. He crawls out of the chair and stretches, much like a cat. He looks up at the clock, now flashing a green nine and quirks his head, but I've only been asleep a few hours...must have needed it more than I thought... he thinks and shrugs, yawning again and rubbing the front of his shorts.  His eyes land on the book, laying placidly on the floor and bends to pick it up, smiling and hugging it against his chest. Can't wait to give this back to Arthur, I really need to thank him!  He thought with a smile, his tail twitching happily as he gets ready for his daily run, hoping to see the big lutra but not holding much hope, it'd still be two days till he'd be there.
       
       It was in fact two days till Caleb saw the giant otter again, sitting in the same bench, curling his arm while hefting the huge weight, this time reading a black covered book with red paneling on the front and back. As Caleb sits down on the bench, barely able to contain himself, Arthur sets his book down and smiles at the littler male. "Ah Caleb! Did you finish the book?" he asks cheerfully.
       "I did! And it's the most amazing thing I've ever read! So descriptive! It felt I was there, living the action myself! I had no idea that books could be so wonderful and I've you to thank for it!" Caleb says in a rush, practically wiggling with excitement.
       "There there, calm down! There's a reason it's one of my favorites!" Arthur chuckles and marks his place with a small strip of paper. "Come on; let's go to a coffee shop nearby, that's far better than sitting out here in the heat." 
       He heaves himself up and holds a hand out to the little feline who blushes and accepts the offered paw. Arthur leads Caleb down a smaller walk towards a Victorian style building situated on a concrete circle at the edge of the lake, a covered patio filled with small tables and chairs and couples of creatures enjoying a midmorning repast. "this place has the best tea in the state!" he says and opens the door, ducking a bit and greeting the woman behind the counter, a plump squirrel who smiled and twitched her tail, greeting Arthur by name even. "Will you be sitting in your normal spot, arty?" she asks.
       "Of course Grett! You know I love the view from there!" he smiles and kisses the squirrel's hand, who blushes and giggles like a school girl before bustling off to the kitchen.
       "I've seen this place hundreds of times on my runs but never been in, what do they sell?" Caleb asks as Arthur guides him to an alcove off to the opposite side of the house from the patio, a small secluded solar with only one table and two chairs, one very large for the otter and the other more reasonably sized. 
       "They sell standard café fare, they've got wonderful teas as I said, and they've got good deserts as well, but stay away from the cheese cake!" he says cautionary.
       "Why, what's wrong with the cheesecake?" Caleb asks eyes wide.
       "Nothing, it's delicious! But if you have one, you'll never be able to stop till I've got to roll you out!" he chuckles, the masculine sound bouncing around in his muscular chest before issuing forth from his mouth, deep and full. 
       "What are you telling this poor boy arty?" Grett comes back, hands on hips, glaring at the big otter in mock severity.
       "Just that you're a wonderful cook, no match anywhere in this state or any other!" he says grinning widely, his teeth even and white beneath his blunt whiskered muzzle.
       "Oh you flatterer!" he smiles, her gray furred cheeks noticeably pinkened. "So what will I be getting you boys today?" she asks, aiming it more towards Caleb than Arthur. 
       "W...well..." he flounders a bit till Arthur comes to his rescue. 
       "He'll have the raspberry tea and a small plate of apple slices." he smiles. "And my usual too."
       "Coming right up!" she flicks her tail and bustles off once more. 
       "Apple slices?" Caleb asks. 
       "They're marinated in sugar, cinnamon and a bit of vanilla for a week, you've not lived till you've tried them!" he smiles at the squirrel as she sets two cups of tea in front of the two and disappearing.
       "So tell me," Arthur says, picking his ponderously tiny cup and saucer and sipping it daintily, once more resting one of his big paws on the other leg and leaning back into the chair. "What did you enjoy most about the story?" 
       "where to begin!" over the next hour the small feline talked animatedly, motioning with his hands and even standing up to lunge at an unseen enemy, almost knocking over Grett when she delivered the steaming plate of apples in a thick cinnamon juice. With many apologies from Caleb and chuckles from Arthur, Grett smiles amicably and pats the poor felines hand and says not to worry. 
       "One thing I didn't like about it though." Caleb says, sitting back down after another round of play swordsmanship.
       "Oh? And what's that?" Arthur says over his steepled fingers, his cup long since drained and apples devoured by both.
       "It ended too soon! We never found out if Bolesan ever found his friend! And what's more Obani never got his revenge!" he says exasperatedly.
       "Ah but that's got you hooked! You've fallen into the trap that is a good story! Books are..." he starts to say, but Caleb finishes.
       "dangerous." he grins up at the big otter who smiles back. 
       "Quite so. Anyway, since you've finished the book and enjoyed it so much, consider it a gift!" 
       "But I couldn't!" Caleb starts.
       "I insist! You need to start your own library somewhere!" 
       "I...suppose..." Caleb blushes, how'd Arthur known that's exactly what was running through his head.
       "And as another gift, here's another book to add to your collection! A good book should keep you coming back for more!" Arthur smiles and hands the dumbstruck feline the black bound book. "It's another of my favorites, but for different reasons, as I'm sure you'll find out." he grins with a strange glint in his eye.
       "t....thank you..." touched by the gift, Caleb moves around to the other side of the table and hugs the big otter, resting his cheek against his chest, hearing the colossally powerful heart beating beneath the iron hard muscle. 
       "Aaww, come now, I'm old enough to be your grandfather!" Arthur says, blushing deeply but hugs the little cat back.
       "I know...I just really appreciate it, you've showed me an entirely new universe of things, just with one single book..." Caleb blushes, purring slightly as he felt the big otter's muscular arms folding around him. As he's about to pull away he catches the same musky masculine scent he'd smelt three days previously, only far stronger.
       "Shall we meet here again next Wednesday to confer about the book? Or should we meet sooner in the park?" Arthur asks, smiling down at the still standing feline. 
       "E...either's fine," Caleb blushes, smiling at the thought of getting to see the otter again, totally smitten with the intelligent beast of an otter.
       "Lets meet on Saturday then, I've a late start that day," he says and places a big paw on the cat's shoulder, heaving himself up and heading towards the door, winking to Grett who tittered and hid behind her apron.
       
       
       Caleb could hardly wait to get home and start on the book, totally forgoing his shower in lieu of starting on it. He turns on his desk lamp and begins to read. Once more time begins to lose its meaning for the small feline, but no matter how much he reads, the words slip through his head an instant later, bringing a strange sense of pleasure beyond what the previous book had given him. Chapter after chapter went by; every time he turned the page he'd moan softly to himself, every chapter would cause the bulge in the front of his running shorts to strain, already soaked through with pre he hadn't even been aware he'd been producing. His toes clench in the soft carpet beneath his feet, the knotted string sending bolts of electricity running from his toe to his ears, the soft fuzzy fabric of the pillow beneath him caressed him exquisitely till he was whining and yowling in a need he'd been completely unaware of, the stink of his sweat and musk like the finest incenses, his nose tingling and sending him into a frenzy of lust. On and on he reads until he reaches the strip of paper the large otter had left to mark his page, taking it out and turning it over, in big black letters spell the words, CUM TO ME. As soon as the last letter passes through his brain, all thoughts cease in the throes of a cataclysmic orgasm, his body wracked and spasming like he's having a fit as he fills the inside of his shorts with shot after shot after shot of white hot feline cum, his balls clenched painfully as they squeeze out every drop of seed stored within. It takes five minutes till the pleasure subsides, leaving him gasping, panting, sweating, and exhausted, his pants soaked, and what feels like a pint of fluid running down his legs.  The first thought to run through his head was not one of wonder. Instead he thought, I need to find that otter. 
       He picks up the book and strip of paper which had fallen and been kicked across the floor in the spasms of his earth shattering orgasm, the floor beneath his feet feeling like the sweetest caresses, bringing his shaft to rock hardness once more. On the other side of the paper are an address and a small list of things to do. 
       One: do not shower.
       Two: bring your dirty shorts
       Three: call me sir.
       
       It takes half an hour for the feline to run full tilt through the night dark city. He would have been there in half the time but he had to stop three times and hide in an alleyway as the feeling of the rough pavement beneath his bare paws caused him to spontaneously orgasm, messing his shorts severely but not enough to divert the feline from his path to the otter.
       He knocks on the door, tongue hanging out of his mouth, more cum leaking down his legs, the reek of his arousal surrounding him like a cloud. The door opens to reveal the monstrously sized otter wearing a robe and grinning maliciously down at the sweaty, cum stained otter. 
       "Good boy, now get in here!" he holds the door and steps aside for the feline to enter. The house was spacious, but well lived in, everything had an old, rustic feel to it. Shelves were piled with stacks and stacks of books, treaties, manuscripts and the like till they were practically overflowing onto the floor, but never once gave the impression of clutter or mess.  
       "I see you got through most of the book that's good, and you followed my instructions to the letter too!" he grabs the duffle bag with four pairs of cum stained underwear and shorts, the fifth the cat was wearing.
       "y...yes sir..." he mumbles in a haze, the musky scent he'd smelt previously fills every breath, making his senses ring and vibrate, the whole house permeated with the masculine odor of the massive otter.
       "Mmmm, I love it when they call me sir, almost lost it the other day when you called me that the first time!" he grins and unties the bathrobe, revealing a leather harness and a pair of chaps over a pair of straining blue jeans. "boy you smell good, so good I think I'm gonna keep you...at least for a little while!" he smirks, completely at odds with the gentle giant of an otter he showed the cat before. "Now strip! And get over here when you're done!" he turns around and sits heavily into a massive leather armchair. "I got myself all sweaty just for you, so you better appreciate it!" he says, hiking his big booted feet up onto a table. At the sight Caleb practically rips his clothes off and kneels on the other side of the table, mewling like a kitten. "Oh? Kitty wants something? Ask kitty, and I might just give it to you!" 
       "P...please sir...let me smell you're...feet," Caleb blushes, looking down, humiliated but practically blowing his load on the floor already at the dominant way the otter was treating him. 
       "Hm...well since you asked so nicely, you may, but first..." he reaches down by the floor on the side of his chair and pulls out a thick black leather collar with an oversized cat bell on it and attaches it around Caleb's neck. Caleb blushes but doesn't resist, instead he moans at the cool feel of leather and the light brush of the otters hands across his cheeks. Arthur reaches down and unties his thick boots, kicking them off to bare his massive pink soled paws for the feline, who practically dives for them. He smooshes his nose into the incredibly soft, large pad of the otter's foot, inhaling deeply and whining in ecstasy, his head swimming at the hot musky odor, the sweat of the otters foot soaking his face fur, matting it down. 
       "Mmmm, good kitty! You'll do well!" he growls deep in his chest, synching a leash to the ring next to the cat bell and tugging at it, grinding the cat's face even harder into Arthur's sweaty soles. 
       Caleb for his part whines and rubs his face up and down the pads, sniffing deeply, even going up and nuzzling between Arthur's sexy webbed toes, practically swimming in the collected sweat and musk, but never once going past where his new owner gave him permission. 
       "I think that's enough for now, pet." he rumbles, setting his paws down on the floor and growling, wiggling his toes against the carpet. "Before you start on the next part I want to explain that book you read... or rather books." he smirks and rubs his leg, one seemed to be far larger than the other, but the lust addled cat couldn't find any coherent thought to connect that information to. "The second book you read is a magic book, or at the very least it's very well written. It makes whoever read that live out their deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires, making them unconsciously strive to make them real, even if they themselves don't realize it. You seem to have a penchant for feet paws, I notice they were wiggling and squirming the entire time you were working mine, as if they tingled with need, am I right?" he chuckles, "I had a similar reaction, my feet are still so sensitive I almost blow a load just from walking to the park. The first book you read was written by me. I use it as a tool to get to know people and what they like. For example, you said you thought the sensory detail, particularly smells, intrigued you, your fascination with swords is obviously phallic in nature, Bolesan and his friend are obviously together sexually, and Obani wanted revenge against his father for disowning him because of his sexuality. From that and much more I gathered what it was you desired, so I gave you the book and your orders, and lo, here you are, kneeling at my feet like a good little toy, reeking like you'd just gotten out of a steam room with a team of football players! And damn do you smell good!" 
       Throughout his monologue, the bulge running down one of his legs was visibly growing, thicker and thicker until with a grunt it ripped the fabric along the seam. Beneath, lay what could only be described as a brown colored snake. It was absolutely massive, twice as thick around as both of Caleb's hands together and about as long Caleb's leg, and the sight of it put the lust mad feline in such a state of need he practically yowled and lunged at it. 
       "Oh calm down boy, it's not even full mast yet!" he growls with a malicious grin, standing up and unbuttoning his chaps and jeans, tugging the still floppy but gloriously thick meat from the destroyed fabric. He released it and it flopped free, swinging like a pendulum, foreskin covering the end thickly, covering a huge silver piercing, easily weight five pounds. Hanging beneath were two equally massive balls, hanging down his thighs, easily the size of volley balls.
       "P...please sir, may I touch, it, it's so beautiful!" the cat whines, unable to look away from the monstrous tool. 
       "Go ahead boy, its gotta get hard somehow!" he chuckles and sits back down. 
       The cat crawls forward, his bell jingling and ringing with ever little movement. He leans down and nuzzles the tip, shivering at the cool metal of the PA and slowly rubbing his hand along the underside, hefting it up and pulling back the foreskin. 
       Beneath the thick dark foreskin lay a huge mushroom shaped head, pink and pulsing darker with the beat of the large otter's heart, pre beading slowly at the tip which Caleb lapped up with a greed born of purest lust, suckling hard at the opening and diving his tongue inside, seeking more. "Damn boy you're a dirty slut! Keep workin that head, get in deep and suck my pre!" Arthur growls in approval, moving a big foot paw and smear it in the still hot seed beneath him, making him moan and squirm as his shaft begins to, if possible, engorge even more! 
       "Git up here!" he growls patting his gut and tugging the leash. 
       Caleb complies readily, climbing up over the massive uncut otter cock and straddling his master's gut, whimpering as the soft belly fur causes another orgasm to wrack his body. "Oh gods!" he whimpers. 
       "oh yea, forgot to mention, the book also causes hyper sexuality, your balls are producing enough cum to fill a bucket in just under an hour, but you get the luxury of blowing it on your master, feel privileged boy! And it lasts for days too, it doesn't degrade after a few hours either!" he smirks dominantly. The leather of his harness streaked with his pet's seed. "now get up here and lick these pits clean!" he growls, grabbing Caleb's head and practically grinds it into his sweaty musky pit, the scent of the otter exquisitely overpowering, Caleb's eyes rolling back as he slips his tongue into the thick sweat matted fur. While he was working his master's pits, he barely notices the hand vanish and a vague movement around him, but never once did he look up from his task, at least until he feels something hot, wet and squishy surround his feet, causing him to shudder and arch. He turns around and gasps, seeing the gaping slit of the otter's cock slowly beginning to engulf him. He whimpers a bit and begins to pull at his feet, more from the excess of pleasure than fear for what's next. 
       "Mmmm good boy, keep struggling, I love it!" Arthur growls, sliding his foreskin back to bare more of his cock tip, the mottled cheese covering a good portion of his head still. He grips Caleb's shoulders and pushes him slowly inside, the cock beginning to squeeze and tug at the feline, massing over his feet and soon working up his legs, pre flowing freely around him. "Don't cum!" at Arthurs words, the colossal orgasm that had been building ceased to raise towards its peak, instead it leveled off, filling the cat with mind numbing pleasure. Farther and farther the little cat slid till even his shaft was being engulfed, his balls aching for release, throbbing and even growing as they disappeared into the otter's voracious cock. All throughout, arthur lay there, watching the cat being eaten by his monstrous dick, moaning and rubbing his foot in the cat's cum, trying hard not to cum just yet, wanting to savor it till the finale.  
       The cat wriggled and squirmed, grinding himself against the massaging walls of his master's cock, whining and yowling in pleasure until even his head was engulfed. As soon as that happens, Arthur runs his hand along the underside, pushing the cat toward his final destination, his feet already sunk into his balls. He could feel them, churning and becoming less definite, merging with his seed. "Oh gods, that's right, become my load boy! You're gonna taste amazing! Musky, sweet, and cheesy!" he growls, working the cat deeper till his head slipped into his balls, he sits back and massages them, squeezing and working the cat inside, feeling his form becoming less and less defined, becoming his seed, filling him with the aching need of release.
       Unable to resist any longer, he grabs his cock, peels the foreskin down all the way and dives his mouth over his tip, lapping at the musky pre gushing from his tip and stroking his cock furiously. With the third, his massive cum filled balls clench and his tip erupts straight into his mouth and down his throat, the musky flavor of his own cum, and the musk of the cat making the orgasm all the more exquisite, all throughout his feet work furiously over the carpet, working his orgasm to ever higher climes. Shot after shot fills him up, filling his gut with nothing but cum and masculinity until finally, after half an hour of spasming, sweating and swallowing he lays back, spent and moaning, his senses overwrought from the glorious orgasm. He pants and looks down at his head; the PA hadn't gotten in the way, and even seemed to have caught the cat bell and collar. "Mmmm, good thing he wore that." he chuckles and heaves himself up, a bit shakily, shuddering with every step causes his sensitive feet exquisite pleasure.  He bends down and collects the pile of Caleb's cum filled clothes and carries them to his bedroom and situates them in a small pile by the pillow and sets the cat bell in a particularly large patch of still fresh seed and collapses, soon snoring loudly. Beside him the bell begins to glow a faint blue.
       
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       Caleb awakes with a start, snuggled against a rock hard but very soft and warm surface. He looks around and gasps as the events of the previous night hit him in a rush, and a moan. He blushes at how wonderful it felt to be dissolved, to become one with something so wonderful and masculine. He looks up at the otter, now even larger than he had been the previous day, his muscles fuller, thicker and even sexier. He sits up on his knees and takes stock of himself, to reassure himself he was still whole. What he found was his own were thicker as well, far more so than they had been the previous day, his fur was lustrous and soft. What had happened to him? 
       A deep bass rumble startled him out of admiring himself and his newly modified body. "See you're awake!" Arthur grins, scratching beneath his now medicine ball sized testes. "Like the changes? You're buffer, stronger, and better hung than you were before." he chuckles. "So for that matter, am I. bet you're wondering how you're here. Well, because of your overproduction of seed, you gave me all the genetic material I needed to create a new you, or rather an old you. Anyway, that cat bell....think of it like an egg cell, let it set in seed for a while and it'll get fertilized and produce whatever it was that created the seed." he smiles down at the cat. "unfortunately...or rather fortunately, your seed mixed with a bit of mine." he reaches a massive hand down and strokes his pet's shaft, which now had an impressively thick foreskin and was twice as long as it was before, now boasting almost a foot and a half in length and tennis ball sized testes.  "and not only that," he reaches back and strokes down cat's back to his tail, which now was far thicker and more muscular at the base than t should have been. "you're now part otter as well!" he smirks and teases a dull claw along the cat-otters sole, the paw pad larger and flatter but far more sensitive, causing the cat to yowl and spray his master's gut with seed again.  When he stops spasming and shooting, he blushes deeply at the big otter. "So...sorry sir." 
       "Pfft, don't be, you'll get used to it, son. And I can call you that now, you're part of me now!" he chuckles and sits up, scooping up the cotter-seed up and licking his fingers clean. "Mmmm, and don't you taste like it too!" 
       "What do you mean?" Caleb asks, blushing.
       "Smell yourself!" Arthur grins as Caleb raises an arm and sniffs.
       "Oh gods....I smell amazing! I smell like you!" he blushes, his paddle like tail swishing slowly. 
       "As well you should smell like your father!" he grins and grabs the cat-otter, rolling onto his back and kissing him on the lips. "Call me daddy from now on." he says.
       "Yes daddy!" Caleb says before pressing against the large otter's muscular gut.