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?
“I just was thinking out loud!” Izzy called out, noticing how slurred her voice was as she stumbled out through the hall and into the living room, her dick tenting her long black skirt.
The autumn-coloured wolf’s eyes went wide as Izzy entered in, her face turning bright red as she sputter-choked and stumbled out of the fold-out bed.
“Geez! Izzy! It wasn’t supposed to get that big!” Ruby had been sleeping naked, her tits and dick hanging out - her nipples were already getting a little hard, too. She liked what she saw.
“What’dy’a mean?” Izzy tilted her head and smirked, wiggling her tent from side to side. “It’s always been this big.”
“How many of those drinks did you have…?” Ruby asked, cautiously.
“I dunno…” Izzy shrugged. “Like… three of them?”
“You were only supposed to have one every couple of days!” Ruby said. “You’re supposed to wean yourself onto them!”
“So what?” Izzy said? “What’s the problem?”
“The problem? The problem is you’ve grown a dick way faster than you should’ve! And you’re gonna pass out if you get much harder… you’re supposed to let the potion work gradually - look, I’ll just have to get an antidote.”
“An antidote for what?”
“...Did she say memory loss was a symptom?” Ruby was muttering to herself. “Should’ve only brought one…”

Why was she being such a killjoy? Izzy frowned. She had another few bottles of the stuff the wolf had brought, and was gonna pound another one before she headed out…
Maybe Ruby needed it more than her. So she headed back to her bedroom, where three un-opened bottles were nestled by the side of her bed. Lukewarm, probably, but she wasn’t drinking them for the taste.
Besides, they had a more important duty now.
The potions fizzed inside the bottles. She was a little mesmerised by the bubbles in the thick rainbow-smear liquid, the colour and texture of an oil spill. The way the bubbles burst and popped in the liquid reminded her of her dick. Tightly squeezed, fit to burst, so full of tension and pleasurable possibility. She bit her lip and grinned, imagining just how good Ruby was gonna look with an equally hard tool.
“Izzy?” Ruby called out. “Can you c’mere a sec?”
“Coming~!” Izzy said sweetly, the bottles clinking in her hands as she stumbled back out towards her guest. Her cock felt stiffer and stiffer with each step, clenched like a fist and pressed against her tight underwear like it was stuck in a finger-trap.
She flounced her way out, her cock sticking out like a sword in front of her.
Ruby had taken out her laptop and was hunched over it, pecking away at the keys. She’d also thrown on a bra and panties - the latter bulging with the heft of her own package.
Just seeing someone else all stiffened made Izzy feel stiffer…
“So… the main thing is to drink a lot of water until it goes down, the priapism should go away before the end of the…”
As Izzy pulled the cork off of one of the bottles with her mouth, the foonk noise got Ruby looking up at her. Before the wolf could protest, Izzy grabbed her and pried her mouth open, managing to keep hold of the two other bottles as she poured the first one into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby tried to pull away, her yells becoming gargles as the potion slid down her throat. 
Ruby’s own potion-enhanced cock throbbed from inside her panties, already pushing hard against the sheer fabric. Ruby’s eyes were spinning and fluttering, her irises taking on the same swimming rainbow shades as the potion. Did Izzy look like that while she was drinking? It was cute…
As soon as the first one was empty, the bunny tossed it aside and uncorked the next one before pouring it down Ruby’s open throat. She found there was a lot less resistance this time. And with the third, there was no complaint at all. Ruby drank it down like she was dehydrated, her tongue lapping against the neck of the bottle. By the time she’d downed the last one, Ruby was well and truly out of it, her cock stiffening like a statue. The panties were stretched thin, so tented that they basically were covering nothing at all.
“There we gooo~!” Izzy said with a triumphant laugh. “See? Nothing wrong with having more than one~!”
“F…fuh…”
“Feels great!”
“Feels… g-great…” Ruby slurred, her lips curling into a dumbfounded grin.

Izzy took the liberty of pushing her hard dick-bulge against Ruby’s, pulling the wolf’s thighs towards her to wrap around the bunny’s waist. Balls to balls, shaft to shaft, they rubbed and ground against each other with relish. For a time, their heavy breathing was the only sound as they slid their fabric-clad stiffies against each other.
“So ssstiff…” Ruby gasped, still lost in the sauce.
“Stiff n’ hard n throbby, and… nngh!” Izzy growled. “Hhh, we can’t stay here like this.”
She pulled back. “I haven’t even shown you around the city yet! You gotta be a tourist… and We gotta show these off to everyone, don’t we?”
“Nnnhnm..” Ruby was still not used to thinking clearly with less blood in her brain. She nodded drunkenly.
“Yeah! Come on!” Izzy got a burst of bubbly excitement. “We gotta head out, show off what we got. See if anyone decides to say anything…. I bet none of ‘em will though. And that’ll make it even more fun, won’t it?”
“Nnnhokay…” Ruby nodded, giggling.
“I think I’ve got some shorts you can borrow - your boner’ll look really cute in them!”

Oh, the two of them were going to have so much fun. Izzy was gonna count every single blush and embarrassed expression. 

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