Stiff-Drink
By Limewah
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Izzy’s cock had not gone down in the last 5 hours. If anything, it was somehow getting harder… and bigger?
It was hard to tell for the rabbit - she couldn’t take her eyes off the pillar of flesh, watching it twitch just a little with each beat of her fluttering heart. So if it was growing, it was too gradual for her to notice as she stared at it.
She reached for the glass bottle at the side of her bed and brought it to her lips, expecting another taste of that fizzy, anise-tasting potion. It was empty. Izzy smacked her lips, a little annoyed. That was her third bottle, and she knew there was more waiting for her just on the floor next to her bed
But grabbing for one of them would mean looking away from her throbbing, rock-hard cock. Which was absolutely, unquestionably not an option.
It was the most important thing in the world - it probably always had been. She couldn’t imagine herself doing anything else; she must have been doing it even before she drank the juice.

She was also incredibly horny - even more so than usual.
Just as her eyes hadn’t left her cock, her paw hadn’t either. In fact, now that her dick was approaching a full foot in length, she realised that she had to add her second paw just to cover the whole circumference. So it was getting bigger after all. Not to mention it was feeling even stiffer, the paralysis going from the very base right up to the tip. She giggled with delight at the realisation, bucking her hips into her pumping wrists.
“Ahhngh!” she cried out as another orgasm arrived, and her cock erupted with arc after arc of white juices.  Her orgasms were coming pretty regularly, and there was not even a second-long refractory period. Her cock just stayed hard, stayed hot, stayed throbbing. And she, by extension, stayed mind-meltingly horny.
…She did need to get out of bed, though. She did have things to do. She did need to get out of the house… but it was going to be very difficult to do - she couldn’t stop staring at her stiff dick, after all, and what else was she supposed to do about that aside from keep staring?

Her nose was pointed straight towards the floor - and her cock - as she waddled to the bathroom and grabbed a shower. She barely could focus on it though. As the hot water matted her fur and cleansed her, she still remained hunched forward and feeling how her stiff, turgid dick throbbed. Her face barely got wet. But she didn’t care. The stiffness was narcotic.
As soon as she was out of the shower, she towelled herself dry. She had to settle for fondling her balls with one paw while she dried herself with the other. It wasn’t an ideal compromise - she would rather have just kept stroking with both hands and feeling how much stiffer it could get - but it was the best she could do.

Then there was the issue of clothing. She really didn’t want any obstructions between her gaze and her cock. But, ugh, society would frown upon that. As if it wasn’t going to be obvious she was always erect, even if she wore her baggiest pair of sweatpants.
… but was that really a problem? She could already imagine the awkward reactions of everyone around them. That would be kinda hot. No, really hot.
And… she’d feel even stiffer if her cock was jammed into something tight, and that stiffness, the tension - that was the best part! Why wouldn’t she want to find ways to push that further?
She managed to find a pair of boyshorts that was just elastic enough enough to fit - but she could only just barely get it around her waist, and the microfibres strained to hold her stiff meat. It could barely even throb anymore - it felt like it was made of stone!

Man, it was heavy, too. It felt like it was sucking up all the blood in her body, and her head was starting to feel very light and dizzy as a result. It was like she’d had a few drinks, and the buzz was hitting hard.
“Mm’.. hard as my dick,” she giggled to herself.
“What was that?”

Oh yeah. She’d spent all morning drinking dick-growth potion stroking herself that she forgot about her guest. They were… supposed to spend the day together, weren’t they?

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