Keep Growing - Part 3 (Patreon)

Stroke or not, October simply continued sorting all the scrambled numbers his whining monitor spat onto the screen. He couldn’t really afford to use up a sick day right after his short vacation, especially since he was still capable of fulfilling his workplace duties.

Or so he thought.

For the next few hours, things stayed consistent. Sure, his shirt was way tighter, his toes hurt inside the cramped trainers, but you get used to it. Things felt simply… a bit off. Different. 

October is usually a cat that can get started by unexpected changes in his life, but whatever this was - this change felt good. Warm. He couldn’t really place a finger on what had changed - until the moment he saw his workplace friend in the break room.

It was already routine for Mark and October to meet at the coffee machine every afternoon, so much so that whoever got there first would fill an additional mug of the energizing black drink. Mark was an average gray wolf, standing just an inch taller than his feline friend - until he didn’t. When October entered the room, he looked down at Mark. 

Down. Way down. 

Oh. So that’s why he felt so weird and his clothes so tight. He grew. 

You know, the obvious can take a while to register, especially when it should have been impossible. So impossible in fact, that the wolf didn’t even register the appearing tiger as his friend initially. He mistook him for a stranger, manlier and more imposing than the two of them. 

The short break passed without much further hassle; The two of them came to the conclusion that October simply hit a weird growth spurt, that he’d be a late bloomer. After they talked a bit about his vacation, they returned to their desks and clocked the tasks away. Or, Mark did at least. 

The growing tiger sat down and reflected about his newfound discovery. He grew. He actually got taller, he’s gotta be 6’2” or so by now! Everything made sense now, that’s why he felt more like himself today - that was the way he was supposed to stand! 

It was kind of weird that it happened so quickly, but - does that matter? God, he kept thinking to himself: “If it happened once, it can happen twice..” 

October imagined himself standing even taller, greeting his friend with a hug where Mark's head wouldn't even reach his shoulders! Or even better, his huge cousin… Oh fuck. 

He felt himself run hot again. Electrical jolts were spreading warmth through his nervous system. Fuck. It’s happening again! 

October rolled further into his cubicle, afraid someone’ got wind of this mysterious freak show. You can only really be so low key when the silent office soundscape would get interrupted by deep rhythmical breathing and cotton threads ripping forcefully. The sleeves of his shirt rode higher and higher up his forearm, his torso’s expansion overstretching the buttons to their breaking point. It took a lot of self restraint to not start audibly moaning as he watched his shoulders broaden and his chest swell in size. 

Pop! a button flung across the room after it failed the containment of this much tiger. 

Pop! Pop! 

He started unbuttoning the remaining surviving buttons, in hopes of controlling the damage and to ease airflow into his lungs - the shirt had really started to press onto his lungs. 

Blood rushed into his crotch after seeing what the white cloth had been hiding - hints of pecs and abs were visible on his torso! Fuck… His breathing accelerated, he started to run hotter. 

He felt the meat of his manhood expanding, his balls ballooning in size… Mmhhhm, if he would not be at his desk right now but anywhere else, he’d reach down and- 

Two slow and audible rrriipps sounded from his shoes. The feline toes burst from the front, shredding the synthetic fibers into shreds. 

Damn! His mind cleared up in an instant. What just happened? He looked around him hastily, most of his colleagues were too tired or focused to really care.. But they didn’t exist in a vacuum. It was just that the pairs of peering eyes dissipated faster than the enlarged apex predator registered. 

Whatever. October just wanted to get out of there, to get Mark, he’d know what to do, right? 

As he got up, the office chair creaked and groaned, his point of view kept rising, and rising, and rising… Fuck, he was big now! 

He made his way for the exit, his head coming dangerously close to the top of the doorway. Each step he made towards his friend's office was creating additional stress on his clothes, fibers ripping in the most tight spots - one of which was the crotch, which simply tore apart in half, revealing a bit too much about his underwear and bulge.  At least he had stopped growing for now… 

He turned the corner, looking straight ahead - Thump! He suddenly felt a collision in his torso. “Ow!”, a short worker said, “Can’t you see whereeee...-”

Their gazes met. The smaller guy looked UP, after colliding with what seemingly was a suddenly appearing fuzzy wall. 

It was Mark. October had literally run into him - and hardly felt any rebound when they collided! The only thing that could have indicated any sort of effect onto the enlarged man was a grunt, his now longer vocal cords made even this sound more rich in bass. A tenor every choir would be begging for. Oh god, maybe he was enjoying this a bit too much… 

“What the fuck happened to you now?”, the gray wolf asked half in shock, half in anger over his own hurt ego. October shrugged, not wanting to say a thing. He feared that a deepened voice would startle his friend even more. 

They hid the growing tiger for the next half hour inside Mark's private office, where they assessed this unfamiliar situation and collected data, just like they do at their desk. The wolf had to get onto a cardboard box to reach the tiger’s head with a tape measure. 

October had shot up to a proud 6’6” in a single day. 9 whole inches of height slammed onto his frame in a single workday! Mark wanted to crack an inappropriate joke, but it was clear from looking at the prominent and throbbing bulge his friend was sporting - that thing was clearly measuring above 9 inches now. 

His own manhood paled in comparison - even though it was where all of his blood sat while in the presence of this specimen of a man. I mean, he was standing in front of perfectly symmetrical pecs and abs that appeared out of thin air! Broad shoulders, a thick neck and massive paws. You can’t judge someone with this kind of view, right?