Cashew Lou ©2003 his player. Used with permission.
They called it "Amp." Few people outside the medical community knew what it was, what it could do. Some kind of hormone pill, people thought. The kind of thing you see in bottles larger than your head on the front shelf of a fitness store.
Except that you wouldn't find it there.
The things you see at a fitness store, with names like Mass Builder 2000, Ultimate Protein, Ultramass, and the like, those things have been inspected, categorized, and deemed harmless by various governments. Getting ahold of Amp was like running a gauntlet of paranoid drug dealers. The so-called "Amp Ordeal" made anabolic steroids seem like over-the-counter cough syrup by comparison.
But the majority of the general public was blissfully unaware of the existence of Amp. And if they heard, they scarcely would have cared.
It was, of course, for this reason that Cashew Lou had never heard of such a thing, but sometimes he wondered, as some of the people he saw coming out of the gym he passed daily -- furry and human alike -- had achieved some incredible results in a phenomenally short amount of time. There's one now, he thought, eyeing the young wolf speculatively. Well built, although a bit short for a wolf, and I could swear he looks a bit bigger every day. The Yukon Wolf shook his head and walked on, chuckling, unaware of the younger wolf's gaze fixed on his retreating back.
And so it continued. Every day Lou noticed the young wolf coming out of the club, every day the fellow seemed a bit more muscular, better defined, and every day, the young wolf watched Lou leave, unnoticed. It seemed it would continue that way forever, but after a week and a half, the muscular young fellow decided that if the Yukon Wolf wasn't going to make the first move, he was.
"Hey," he called out. "You're Cashew Lou, aren't you?"
Lou looked around, chuckling when he identified the speaker as the wolf he'd been checking out. Apparently, he thought, it's been mutual. "Yeah," he said. "Do I know you?"
The wolf grinned. "Not yet, but one can hope," he chuckled, and beckoned Lou closer. "I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Wulfe."
Lou chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Peter. What can I do for you?"
"Well, to be honest, I was kind of hoping you'd go to lunch with me. I noticed you checking me out the past few days, and, well, I was hoping..."
Lou grinned. "Look, kid," he said, "I'm flattered, but that's kind of fast for my taste, you know?"
Peter's ears flushed and laid back against his head. "No, no, that's not it at all." He blinked. "Well, that is it, but at the moment, I'll settle for lunch."
* * * * *
I don't believe this. Am I being incredibly naive, or is he? thought Lou as he sat down opposite the younger wolf at the cafe. "So, Peter, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well," Peter said, "among other things, if you're so into hardbodies -- and don't lie to me, I've seen your website -- why don't you spend more time at the gym instead of just walking by?"
Lou chuckled. "No time, for one thing. That, and, to be honest, sometimes I'd rather just admire."
"Uh-huh," nodded Peter. "I understand. For me, it was the work. Too much effort, too little results."
Lou blinked. "I'd hardly call your body 'too little results,' myself."
Peter grinned. "Oh, that's not so much the workouts as it is the Amp."
Lou got a sinking feeling. "Amp? Is that, like, steroids? Because if so, it's been fun talking to you, but I've got to go."
Peter shook his head. "No, no, no. It's not steroids, it's totally healthy. It's not even a drug, or any kind of chemical. What it is, is nanites."
The Yukon Wolf blinked, shaking his head. "Nanites? Microscopic robots? This is a joke, right?"
"No, no joke. See, the nanites stimulate the pituitary, and also provide the raw materials for your body to build with, so a single good workout session yields big results. It's expensive as hell, though." He grinned again, and Lou found himself grinning back. "It's simple," he said, pulling a small bottle out of his jacket pocket and tipping a pill out into his paw.
The pill was small, metallic grey, and oblong, looking almost like a prop from a science fiction miniature. Lou picked it up between his finger and thumb and sniffed at it. Peter was right, all he could smell was the water soluable coating and a bit of silicon. "That's it?"
Peter nodded, opening the child-proof bottle again. "Yup," he said. "It's not exactly over-the-counter yet, but it's harmless, so it's only a matter of time."
Lou shrugged. "Well, it's your body," he said, dropping the pill into Peter's waiting paw. "You wanna louse it up with little bitty computers, that's your problem."
Peter sighed, and tipped the pill back into its bottle. "Wow, I'm sorry you feel that way." He fumbled with the bottle and yipped softly when the entire contents spilled into his cocoa. "Fuck, that's almost a thousand dollars worth of Amp," he said, desperately fishing the tiny pills out and laying them on a napkin.
"Oh, for crying..." Lou shook his head. "Look, kid. Get help. If you're spending that much on something that's untested and possibly dangerous, you need to see someone."
Peter shook his head. "It's not like that," he said, drying the pills off and returning them to the bottle. "Not at all." Sighing, he probed around the inside of his cup to make sure he hadn't missed any pills, then drained the cocoa. "But, if that's the way you feel about it, I certainly won't bother you any..." He blinked. "Ugh."
"What is it?"
Peter shook his head. "I dunno, I feel queasy. It'll pass. Probably just too much chocolate or som... mmf." He clutched his stomach, doubling over in pain or nausea, Lou couldn't tell which.
"I think we better take you to a hospital, Peter," the Yukon Wolf said, concerned.
"Nah, just get me home, I'll be fine. Just need a rest."
"Fine, fine, first you poison yourself with those pills, then you refuse medical attention. By all means, let me assist you in compounding your condition." He growled softly at himself. "Fine, which way."
Peter nodded up the street. "Just a little ways down the street. About a block and a half, that's all, and then you won't have to deal with me anymore, I swear."
Lou helped the young wolf to his feet, blinking at Peter's incredible vascularity. Jeez, he thought, if this keeps up, the kid'll have a heart attack.
Peter, leaning heavily -- and seeming heavier by the moment -- on the Yukon Wolf, and breathing just as heavily, directed Lou to his apartment.
"Thanks," he said, standing up to fish in his pockets for his key. It was then that Lou realized that Peter was actually growing, becoming taller by the moment. Peter, unaware for the moment, simply unlocked the door and headed in, very nearly grazing his head on the doorframe. "Come on in," he said.
Lou stepped into the apartment, a nice two-story loft with a great deal more space than he would have anticipated from outside. "Hey, Peter, are you sure you're feeling okay?"
Peter grinned at him. "Yeah, I feel great," he said. "Honestly, whatever it was is gone. Never felt better in my..." He blinked down at the Yukon Wolf. "Um... Are you shorter or am I taller?"
Lou looked up. "Oh, you're definitely taller," he said, trying not to stare at Peter's straining shorts and t-shirt, which looked to be fighting a losing battle against the young wolf's muscular physique.
Peter grinned down at him, flexing a steel-hard bicep, which throbbed with his pulse, each heartbeat somehow causing it to swell larger in proportion to his expanding frame. "Wow, talk about 'instant results,'" he said, admiring himself.
Lou nodded, torn between wanting to watch this impressive display and running to call an ambulance for the now nine-foot-tall musclebound wolf. As Peter's t-shirt sleeves began to split along the seams, Lou simply found himself staring, his eyes drinking in every phenomenally muscled inch of Peter's body. A telltale bulge in the other wolf's too-tight cut-off shorts caused him to chuckle slightly. "Enjoying this, I see," he said.
"Fuck, yeah," panted Peter, licking his muzzle and flexing his arms absently, looking down at Lou, his tail wagging happily. "Fuck yeah." Slowly at first, but faster -- and louder -- by the moment, his denim shorts began to tear along the seams, forced apart by titanic thigh muscles, and the tip of his erect shaft began to protrude through the tight waistband, causing him to wince.
Lou winced in sympathy and reached out to him. "Here," he said, "let me help, that's gotta hurt."
Pete whined softly, then gritted his teeth. "Nah," he said, "I got it." Sliding his thumbs into the too-tight waistband, he dug his claws into the denim and pulled, his massive biceps, triceps, lats and pecs bulging and quivering with the effort, and in moments his pants shredded apart, pushed from within by his erect phallus and bulging leg muscles and ripped and pulled by his claws. "Oh, God, that's better."
Lou found his eyes drawn to the massive erection in front of him. As long -- and as thick -- as his forearm, the massive cock somehow managed to seem small in comparison to the twelve-foot -- and still growing -- musclebound wolf it was attached to, but it was also growing, swelling with arousal as well as expanding with the wolf's growth.
Peter looked down at Lou, grinning. "Like what you see?" he asked playfully, and winced as the seams on his cotton t-shirt finally gave up the ghost, causing the shirt to snap up and hit him in the face. Growling, he tugged at the collar that kept the fabric on his body, and tore it loose easily.
Lou reached hesitantly for the swelling shaft before him, amazed as it continued to swell larger by the moment, growing faster than the rest of the incredibly powerful wolf's body.
Peter chuckled at Lou, looking for just a moment more like a predator than ever, and lifted the awestruck Yukon Wolf up in one massive paw. "Twenty feet," he chuckled, "at least. Much larger and I'll go right through the roof."
Lou blinked, and felt his own shaft swelling in response to this display of strength. "Right through," he agreed, then closed his eyes as Peter lifted him up, wrapping his large muzzle around the smaller wolf's erection and sucking, hard.
Peter continued to suck, his wet maw pressing firmly around Lou's throbbing shaft, his tongue curling nimbly around it and squeezing, caressing its entire length. Lou shuddered, feeling himself tense, within moments of orgasm already, and buried his paws in Peter's muzzlefur.
The "torture" continued, as Peter's tongue pulsed around the Yukon Wolf's shaft, and it wasn't long at all before Lou felt his member struggling against the obdurate strength of Peter's tongue, bucking as much as it could in its confinement and shooting his seed into Peter's greedy maw. Peter chuckled, swallowing the smaller wolf's cum, and continued to suck, his strong tongue sliding wetly along Lou's lust-soaked phallus.
It seemed to take forever, each orgasm making his shaft more sensitive to Peter's ministrations, one mind-shattering climax inevitably building into the next, when Peter finally released him, and he opened his eyes.
"Oh, my, fucking, god," Lou whispered, awestruck. Peter's paw alone was easily seven feet across, and Lou's entire world was filled with the view of Peter's grinning face. During the course of Peter's teasing, the massive wolf had easily outgrown his apartment. Somehow, Lou had managed not to notice as Peter grew in excess of one hundred feet tall. Peter gently lowered Lou to sit astride his massive -- thirty foot long -- phallus. "My turn," he said, grinning. "If I showed you a good time, it's only fair to get the same back."
Lou grinned, wrapping his arms as far around the massive, tree-trunk of an erection as best he could, and did the best he could to return the favor, his tongue and paws drawing shuddering breaths from the titan's clenched teeth. Hell, he thought, I might change my mind about that Amp stuff after all.
NOTE: First off, I hope you appreciate this story, Lou, and have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Secondly, in the event I or Lou make this story available for others to read, bear in mind that Amp is simply an obvious plot device, and that I do not, under any circumstances, support the use of anabolic steroids or similar illegal -- not to say dangerous -- drugs. Now, pardon me while I dismantle my soapbox and use it in the fireplace.