Maximum Stimulation

Characters involved in my story are furry which has them walk on two legs and talk. Written for the macro furry community. All characters are my own and are written to be eighteen years and older.

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It was not turning out to be Hutchinson's day. He noticed his broken antler next to him after the deer boy was thrown to the ground like a rag doll by the athletic bunny girl. She straddled his small body making his blush visible against his white cheeks getting a good view of her washboard abs before her fist landed on his face.

"You really fucked up this time doe boy!" said the bunny girl stuffing sand into his mouth. She was furious about what had happened during the sailing regatta, almost costing the team the match in the process. Hutchinson had forgotten to warn her about the incoming boom during a tack. Luckily, the bunny girl dove off the side of their racing boat before getting smacked square on her butt.

She winced from sitting on him through gritted teeth. Her fists turn into slaps of descending wrath.

Hutchinson coughed out the sand and shook his head. "I-I'm sorry Vanessa...I-I wasn't..."

His eyes were drawn to the cleavage of her red swimsuit, the light from the sun outlined the black fur of her C-sized breasts. Hutchinson couldn't control his member growing into her thick muscular thigh.

Vanessa noticed and balled up her fist. "Having a nice view you perverted little freak?!" Hutchinson felt the pain of her fists pummeling his face, drawing more blood onto the sand. Hutchinson could hear snickers coming from the sail house. Great, now everyone would give him shit later. Getting hard while receiving a severe beatdown by the team captain wasn't a good look.

Vanessa seemed nice enough, if not incredibly determined to be a champion sailor. What attracted Hutchinson to her was her athleticism, a body sculpted close to perfection with cut muscles. The red deer's nose bleeds a bit more thinking about it as he lay there staring at the sky quietly mulling his life choices and tastes.

Vanessa got off of him. Her ears flopped to the side, finished with her beat down.

"Don't come around here any more shrimp doe. As team captain, you're off the sailing team." Vanessa spat on him and turned back to the boat house with a flick of her ears.

Hutchinson turned his head to the boat house where every team member stood and watched from the window. The sailing coach, a portly hippo ignored what was happening to him. The red deer felt small and weak. Ever since coming to Willow-Brook University, he had turned 18 and still hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. Only a scrawny 4-foot-8 with small antlers. Now he looked strange with one broken off. Thoroughly emasculated.

Hutchinson's ears twitched toward the open door of the boat house. "Way to go, Vanessa, I can't believe he's into you beating him." Followed by. "Yeah, what a weirdo."

"Don't worry team he won't be coming back here again," Vanessa said. Everyone on the team seemed to follow the gorgeous black bunny's lead and closed the doors to get on with the after-race meeting.

Hutchinson blinked and quietly got up from the sand. He whimpered a little at touching his broken antler, the symbolic masculinity of all deer anthros.

"Bitch!" He spat but recognized it was his fault for almost severely injuring his teammate. He gritted his bloodied teeth feeling like a loser.

Hutchinson's blunder almost took Vanessa's head off, she was right to be furious. The red deer became the ultimate form of a failed crewman that couldn't synergize with a teammate that was way out of his league on the dating spectrum.

"Hey there? Do you need a paw?" Hutchinson jumped and turned around. His stress increased as he saw who had asked him. Well, speaking of out of his league, this day might've just gotten worse. A 6-foot-3 golden brown collie girl with silver highlights towered over him. She held his broken antler.

"I-I am f-fine. You want a p-piece of me to-o?" He said desperately trying to put on a tough act, which came off as more comical given her size advantage over him.

The collie girl countered with a warm smile. "Oh no, don't be like that. I only wanted to help."

Hutchinson looked her over. The beautiful collie had a bit of an athletic physic in her tight green gym shorts that hugged her ample butt and went halfway down her thick thighs that looked like they could crash his head if he wasn't careful. She leaned forward so Hutchinson could get a good look at her fitting blue crop top. She extended the paw holding the antler.

"T-thank..you?" He took the antler still suspicious of her.

"I wanted to talk to you after the race, but that rabbit you were sailing with jumped you." The collie girl said, rubbing the back of her head.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Hutchinson grew more suspicious.

"I...I wanted to break that bitches spine if I'm being honest. The way she was treating you...but I didn't want to make a scene...for you."

Hutchinson's eyes widened. Was she hitting on him?

"What's this all about?" He asked.

The collie girl cocked her head and grinned. "I wanted to ask you to take part in a special project of mine?"

The amazon looked around to make sure no one was listening. Hutchinson was a little uneasy about her unusual behavior.

"What kind of project?" Hutchinson raised an eyebrow.

"Not here...let's go somewhere...more private."

Hutchinson wasn't sure he looked down and spat some of the blood out from his mouth trying to get rid of the sand.

"I-I guess. I have some time." Hutchinson replied it would beat going back to the dorms feeling even more depressed. But like the color of the muscle girl's fur, his day was brightening up.

"I am Sylvia by the way," She said extending her paw again. Hutchinson took it noticing she gripped it firmly and almost crippling his hand.

"Ow! You trying to kill me," Hutchinson said, blushing from more embarrassment. Good thing there was no one watching them anymore from the boat house.

Sylvia blushed and licked his hand. "Aw, my bad. I don't know my own strength sometimes."

"Yeah, uh, no problem...I'm Hutchinson by the way...but my friends call me Hutch." Wincing through the feeling of his hand caught in a pair of vice grips. Damn, she nearly broke it!

Sylvia turned on her paw and signaled Hutch to follow her. The red deer walked closely behind her as they made their way down towards the beach.

***

The heat from the hot sand felt good under Hutch's hooves, the calm sound of the waves did little to ease his anxiety. What was he doing? Sylvia could be leading him somewhere to get jumped by her monstrous boyfriend or something. She kept a brisk pace slightly in front of him with her paw pads leaving deep impressions.

Hutch couldn't help but stare down at her solid buttocks wobbling a bit under her shiny and fluffy tail. He felt the blood from his nose drip down. "Um, wait a minute I need to clean myself...a bit."

Sylvia turned toward him and beamed. "Mind if I help you with that? I could give you a good tongue bath."

Hutch felt his face flush a deeper crimson than his fur.

"Kidding, kidding. I'll wait here." Sylvia giggled and plopped down on the hot sand, her tail wagging as she watched him.

"Uh...sure."

He walked down to the water and splashed it onto his muzzle. He didn't know what to do or say to Sylvia. It appeared that she liked him, but he couldn't figure out why someone as athletic as her would want a wimp like him. Although, he was curious to risk figuring out her game despite his nerves.

Hutch walked back to her, surprised as she sat spread eagle with her foot paws in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of her camel toe poking through her tight shorts.

"Caught you looking!" She was teasing him with her powerful sexual energy, getting a whiff of her shorts.

"I...I d-didn't...uh p-please d-don't...k-kill m-me." Hutch stammered out.

Sylvia snickered and rolled into a backward handspring, she motioned him to come closer. Hutch stared at the sand and did as she commanded.

"Don't worry Hutchy, I would never hurt you." She said, lovingly embracing him with a gentle hug. "Truth is you remind me of myself before I...got big."

Hutch felt secure in her grip, but what she was saying was weird. "What do you mean?"

"Come, I'll show you." Sylvia was still being cryptic, but Hutch was now more relaxed knowing she didn't harbor any ill intentions toward him.

Sylvia leads Hutch by the paw down a small pathway into the forest, the tree cover cast shadows over the couple. Once they came to a small clearing with a big oak tree, Hutch noticed the bark had been stripped and clawed at like some massive wild animal had tried to rip it apart.

"W-well, what did you want to show me?" Hutch asked.

As if to respond, Sylvia let go of his hand and sat down on the ground cross-legged, and began to breathe deeply. Hutch was a bit confused until he realized her outfit was getting...tighter? With each breath her chest seemed to get a little larger, suddenly sparks began to discharge from her fur as her breaths turned into slight moans of pleasure.

Hutch backed away a little and watched, the sound of her clothes ripping made his member slightly erect. One of his biggest fetishes was coming true before his eyes. From her seated position, her head rose higher with her muscles becoming more pronounced, splitting the blue crop top down the middle and her shorts shredding at the seams.

Sylvia's breath grew a bit more shallow as she began to pulse bigger at a towering height. Even from her sitting position. The six-pack morphed into an eight-pack with her biceps becoming more defined like a professional bodybuilder. She opened her green eyes at Hutch and smiled seductively with her crop top tearing off into tiny pieces revealing large golden breasts. It seemed her fur was becoming brighter as she grew bigger.

Hutch didn't care if she saw his full erection through his swimsuit, his jaw hung open as he fell backward. Sylvia breathed out a sigh of relief and pleasure standing up to a gargantuan 12-foot-10 of feminine muscle.

Sylvia flexed her mammoth thighs splitting the shorts apart. Hutch breathed deep the scent of her sweat juices that flowed slowly from the erotic display. Her side chest pose made her fur smooth with definition.

"Aaahhh fuck that felt good." She cooed. "Well, what do you think down there?"

"I-h-ow? Wha..." Hutch couldn't speak straight and tripped over each word.

Sylvia giggled leaning over and lifting Hutch off the ground like a pool toy. Hutch stared into her lustful gaze, enjoying his shock and awe. The massive collie girl's breath smelled like peaches when her long pink tongue coats Hutch's reddish fur with thin strands of saliva.

"I know you want to be biiiiggg and ssstronnggg like me cutie," Sylvia said, putting Hutch down and hastily ripping off his bathing suit to show his full erection.

"Y-yes." Hutch felt lightheaded from the shock.

Sylvia leaned closer, her ample G-cup bosom nearly reaching Hutch's face. "I...can't...hear...yoouu?"

"YES! I-I want to be titanic!" Hutch snapped, gaining a bit of confidence.

"Then you'll be my test subject?" Sylvia returns to her full height looking over him with her paws on her hips in a light flex. Christ, he only came up to her knee. He was almost near climax just looking at her gargantuan proportions.

"Absolutely." He said with precum leaking out of his dick, he musters enough effort to not collapse.

"Splendid!" Sylvia exclaims, jumping in place. It shook the ground around them. She looks behind her at the scared tree and turns back with a wicked grin. Hutch gives her a confused look. Sylvia suddenly springs into a backward handspring. Gracefully moving her massive body with the speed of a cheetah and stomps down into a straddling stance, exploding sand over Hutch.

Sylvia's leg muscles flex as she kicks her foot paw into the tree cleaving it in two. The large oak groans as it falls to the side, and the Amazonian collie turns back to Hutch. He could smell her wafting sex damp with excitement from her raw power.

Sylvia flicks her golden mane over her shoulder. "Well hop on and I'll take you back to my lab."

Hutch walks up to Sylvia and she lifts him onto her shoulder; Hutch gasps not used to being handled this way. Although, he was loving it.

"Hang on, cutie this is going to be a bumpy ride." Hutch almost falls off her shoulder as she takes off into a full sprint. Deeper into the forest.

***

A smirk of satisfaction stretched across Sylvia's face. The hard erection of Hutch's cock rammed into her shoulder blade. The red deer held onto her golden brown fur. She bounded and leaped between the trees. Her hard body left a trail of splintered branches.

Hutch felt good being carried. The feeling of absolute power pulsating through her muscles. He panted from the ecstasy.

The red deer didn't know what Sylvia had planned for him. He smiled thinking about how quickly the day turned around. In its weird way. The broken antler was a mere afterthought. Compared to this joy ride on a hulking collie girl. Hutch nuzzled her a bit.

Sylvia burst through the tree line into the sunshine. She landed on a cliffside. Cracks formed in the rockface from her footfalls. She took a deep inhale and made a loud moan. It vibrated the ground beneath them. Sylvia plucked Hutch from her shoulder and set him down beside her.

"I can smell your excitement, don't think I will be holding back anymore." Sylvia stretched her massive form. Hutch got a good view of her moist crotch.

Hutch looked down and saw the head of his shaft dripping with cum. He didn't know what to say or how to react. The collie girl wiped the sperm from her shoulder blade. Slurping it down like honey. Sylvia was only teasing, Hutch knew she could do whatever she wanted with him.

Sylvia giggled and bent in close. "Close your eyes I have a surprise for you. My lovely test subject."

Hutch could smell the musty aroma of her pussy. A citrus-like scent radiated from her fur. Normally he would be suspicious of a predator anthro. However, he sensed no ill intent from her tone of voice. Her tail wagged to convey her excitement. Those muscles looked so good on her; how did she get that big so fast?

"I-okay" Hutch blurted, blushing in the process as he closed his eyes.

Sylvia scooped Hutch up in her massive arms, she cooed at the feeling of his erection on her fur. "Now hang on."

"What do you--"

Sylvia suddenly leaped off the cliff overlooking the lagoon twisting gracefully in the air.

"Whhhaaatt the fffuuucckk!!!" Hutch screamed, hearing Sylvia giggle impulsively feeling the rush of gravity. Her loins stimulated on the plunge.

The massive collie girl twisted and flipped in the air on the way down landing in the water paws first. She playfully pushed off Hutch, who frantically swam up exploding out of the water and gulping in as much air as his lungs could hold.

Sylvia's head rose slowly out of the water and gave him a wicked grin. "Fun am I right, Hutchy?"

Hutch splashed her in the face to attempt to get her back. "You're crazy...t-that was insane!"

"Yet we are still here." Sylvia swam up to Hutch and patted him on the head feeling the squishiness of his matted red fur. Hutch felt the warm embrace of her bust. He felt at ease with the adrenaline effectively dissipated.

"As long as I am here. I won't let anything hurt you. After all, you are the perfect specimen." She whispered and licked his ear.

"It's kind of...weird y-you calling me that," Hutch stammered in awe of the amazon collie's strength. "I-I am weak."

Sylvia pushed him back gently and leaned down. "Not in my eyes. Besides I am here to change that. Now, do you want to be biiiggg and sttrroonnggg?"

Sylvia flexed a bicep bigger than Hutch's head, he reaches up to feel the definition. "Y-yes."

"Then follow me."

Sylvia swam off toward the log cabin on the lakeside. Hutch attempted to race her but she was faster in the water with each mighty stroke. He couldn't help but admire her perfect form and couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him.

Hutch's anxiety washed away as she launched herself onto the deck and pulled him out of the water.

The couple walks up to the door, and Sylvia easily towers over the roof. Hutch observes her as she closes her eyes and concentrates shrinking from 12-foot-10 down to 7-foot-8. She let out a resigned sigh.

Hutch opened his mouth but Sylvia quickly spun around and put a paw to his lips. "All will be revealed shortly." She winked at him and lead him inside.

Sylvia sauntered over to the fireplace and hit a secret button, the wall for the fireplace spun downward to reveal a hidden staircase. Hutchinson stared between the passageway and Sylvia's wide shoulders. "You sure you can fit into that?"

"Not a problem."

She winked at him and grasped Hutchinson. The massive collie girl's paw felt firm yet strangely soft. Never had he felt this much at ease around a commanding presence like hers. Kind of reminds him of similar feelings while sailing with Vanessa. Before the bunny girl emasculated him in front of the whole sailing team.

Hutch cracked a smile seeing her detailed thigh muscles twitch in anticipation of what she was about to show him. They slowly descended.

The couple reached the bottom of the stairs in pitch darkness, Sylvia clapped her paws to turn on the lights to reveal a high-tech gym like something pulled from a sci-fi novel Hutch loved to read.

The weight room was white with blue neon to match the blue light coming in from the submerged window of the lake. Hutch recalled the rustic interior of the above cabin. "Cleaver I never would've guessed something this...this..."

"Incredible." Sylvia finished and turned on her paw pad with a smirk. Hutch took in more of the room. The high-tech workout equipment from a rowing machine with a VR headset to barbells with four large plates.

Sylvia noticed his gaze. "Those were my quasi-dumbbells before I went to see you."

Hutch gulped down his lust and eyed the wall lined with dumbbells' going into the 1,000 lbs. range.

"How do you do it? It must've taken decades to perfect your physic."

"Oh, but I am only 22 my young buck."

Hutch looked past the pullup bar and other weight machines and spied a usual chair that looked like a chest fly machine. Except for the tubes of purple liquid running through the armrests.

"What does this one do?" Hutch asked.

"That is what I wanted to show you. It's part of my test." Sylvia said, walking over with Hutch. "With this, you'll be just as strong as me."

The athletic copper collie flexes her bicep blowing it up to the size of a medicine ball.

"I-is it safe?" Hutch felt a bit nervous, yet excited to be honored with testing this out.

Sylvia winked at Hutch. "Oh, I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't."

The collie girl struck a double bicep pose, Hutch wanted more than ever to reach out and feel the definition etched on her gorgeous muscles. But he had to snap out of his fantasies because he was about to become just like her. If the process didn't end up killing him.

Hutch took a deep breath, mustering up his courage to sit in the intimidating contraption. The bubbling purple liquid in the tubes along the armrests was indeed strange, but he gave a shy shrug to Sylvia making the massive amazon blush at his cute behavior. She curled her paw pads. But the back of her lip, imagining what results from this day would bring.

"Today will be the first test done on a male test subject." Sylvia smiled at finding the perfect test subject. However, his abrasive yet shy personality reminded her of what she used to be before discovering her formula.

"I hope I live up to your standards, Sylvie." He noticed her big grin at her new pet name. She seemed glad he was finally relaxing a bit.