https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52354237/
Jayren's Hard Time
by flagcatcher
Dr. Alder steepled her fingers. The woman was short, a tawny-and-black sand fox. Glasses were perched on her small snout and her expression was serious as she addressed her colleagues:
"...Previously, our findings have shown that five to ten percent of CTPP patients develop gonad-like structures within the body. The mechanism of this complication was poorly understood. However, this new study sheds light onto 'Sustained and Spontaneous Ejaculations', or SSE. Please observe."
Her assistant clicked through to the next slide on the slideshow. It read 'CTPP - Cock Beast Disease' and briefly outlined the main symptoms:
- Swelling
- Vascularity
- Throbbing
- The eruption of canine penis-like structures throughout the body
Everyone in attendance nodded along, for CTPP was pretty middle-of-the-road as far as growth & ero-sexual diseases (GESD) went. The assistant then clicked through a few slides full of infected patients. One could see the progression from the Blush stage, which was characterized by swelling and redness across the fleshy and pink parts of the body, to the Bloom stage, when the most distinctive symptom manifested. There were plenty of patients stripped naked, with fat and throbbing canine spires jutting from everywhere.
Nipples were veiny dicks, fat cocks were erupting out of their tailholes and cunts. Anyone with a clit had a fat cock in its place. Sheaths were overstuffed with multiple smaller cocks like a bouquet of flowers. Noses were more like dicks with nostrils. Cocks were brimming out of ears. Mouths were spread wide open by throbbing bundles of dicks, which had long replaced tongues. Even eyes were replaced by fat pulsing poles, kind of like slug eye-stalks. And much of the time, smaller dicks were growing off of the larger ones, like trees.
No one in attendance was particularly fazed, although these were the most severe presentations of the disease yet. Yet, after the dozenth slide of penile absurdity, a clinical-looking diagram was on the big screen... It featured an internal shot of a woman's breast. Her nipple had developed into a large canine penis, whereas the milk glands were apparently replaced by multiple testicles. There were structures such as a urethra and epididymis which connected the testicles to the nipple-penis. Again, this was all illustrated, but it demonstrated the point well enough.
Andrea Alder spoke, "We've recently decoded the proteins produced by--Well, as you know, CTPP cells are essentially a lineage, all descended from the same host, self-multiplying--So they are all working from the same base. There are mutations in the cell line which do not always present themselves, which can account for differences in speed of progression and symptoms. In the particular case of spontaneous ejaculation--the cells can revert back to their germ line form, very interesting. In almost all cases, these germ cells then develop into testicular tissue. However--"
The slideshow flipped to the next slide, which showed an axolotl, amidst other creatures which can regenerate, such as the starfish and crab.
"Remember that unlike these creatures, we can't regrow back limbs because we lose the blueprints to rebuild them--Those bits of our genome turn off. But CTPP cells are not our cells, remember? Their blueprints never turned off. So they are able to form complex structures using the instructions in their genome, like a urethra. Even though they generally start off as an undifferentiated mass of mucosal tissue on the host. We have a case study that I'll tell you all about, which proved this as well as pinpointed the exact markers on the genome responsible for this ability."
The doctor pulled out her notebook and flipped towards the right page. "This particular patient, Jayren, was documented in his progression from Early to Late Bloom..."
***
Jayren was feeling alright. He sat in the waiting room, shoulder-to-shoulder with people that looked and sounded much sicker than himself. He would've rather not waited to pay out the ass for emergency treatment, but the ER was the only place open right now. And the cross fox wasn't a worrywart or anything, but he woke up in the middle of the night gargling his own cum. Somehow, his tongue had turned into a fat cock!
He wore one of his leftover disposable masks, because he didn't want to be seen like this. But his entire tongue was just--gone! It was literally replaced by a seven inch canine length, perpetually stiff, protruding out of his mouth thanks to its size. The length was thick enough to bulge out his cheeks. It was fully functional, which meant that it leaked precum like constant drool. His mask was soaked and a little drippage leaked down his chin and neck. He had trouble swallowing, as if his throat was narrow, swollen. Otherwise, it wasn't a big deal.
The throbbing seemed to grow slightly stronger by the minute, but whatever. It was just weird to be stuck tasting his own tongue-cock, the flavor of which he idly mused on while he scrolled through his phone. Salty, and frankly tinged by a musky pungency. The taste was stronger than his own dick’s, and it was certainly more leaky and a bit bigger than his own. Or well, his lower dick, to clarify. I mean at this point, didn't he have two dicks? Well, he was just grateful he didn't have two bladders.
"Jayren? Jayren!"
The cross-fox picked himself up as his green eyes darted towards the nurse calling his name. Jayren could feel several gazes in turn lock onto him, watching him leave. I mean what was his deal? He looked healthy. The vulpine had a moderately toned build with predominantly black fur. The shiny coat transitioned towards a burnt orange then light gray across his back and the back of his tail. White lined his inner ears and tipped his tail while his hair was long, black, and lavish. He left home in a hurry, so he just tossed on a pink shirt to go with his khaki shorts.
"You're Jayren, correct?" The nurse next to the door spoke delicately.
He regarded Jayren with a good glance over. The nurse was a bull terrier or something like that, with white fur over a large frame, a good foot of height over Jayren--Who wasn't short at all. His scrubs were a sea-foam green, the sleeves of which were tight over his large biceps. His clipboard looked flimsy in his large hands, but he took his work entirely serious as he jotted something down once Jayren managed to reply:
"Uh, 'eah, I--I'm 'Ayren!"
The fox looked terribly embarrassed, because trying to speak with this cock up against his palate and bearing down on his tongue was a challenge.
The nurse furrowed his brow, "Aaron?"
"Nuhhh, Shayren!" Jayren tried to force out the sound, but of course garbled it.
"...Sharon? Oh--Never mind, I can see in your notes that, uh... Well, I'm sorry for the delay, let's get you to the specialist!"
He beckoned Jayren forth with a motion of his hand, and the two walked alongside each other as the fox sighed... He just wanted to get a round of antibiotics or something and head back to sleep... He still had to work in the morning. The man had all sorts of questions about his predicament, as he'd only vaguely heard about 'cock-tongue' in the context of bawdy jokes, STDs, and shit his dad said. The whole situation really embarrassed him, as he assumed the nurse--and everyone else--thought the worst of him right now. Talking was a chore, so it's not like he was going to ask, anyway.
The nurse seemed to have sensed this, given Jayren's lowered head and sulk. So as they paced through the winding halls, he assured him, "...Don't worry, dude. We see way worse than this on a weekly basis. There's some bug passing around that's turning people upside-down or some shit. And you know at the height of the pandemic, we were hosing down spores every day. This is nothing."
Jayren nodded. He rolled his shoulders as he was led down a wing of the hospital which had a sign, 'GESD'. He initially had no clue what that meant, but got a better idea with each room he passed. Most doors were closed. Those that weren't had curtains which obscured the shapes of their patients, but their silhouettes were there. They were distorted, and twisted into all manner of shapes that didn't make sense, but they were definitely occupied. Some swayed, some squirmed, and some twitched.
The sounds were even worse, though. The duo's steps were drowned out by splashing noise. Grunting sounds of varying desperation came from every corner. One could hear beds creaking and faux leather groaning from the movement of flesh against flesh. And one bed outright broke beneath the weight of a growing shape, which startled Jayren with the abruptness of it.
It was at this moment that the vulpine realized that if he was also a patient in this wing... Was he going to end up any better off than these guys, whatever they were going through? It made his fur stand on end, what a grim prognosis...
Jayren could finally bear it no longer, he took a sharp turn away from his guide and stood up against the door of a random room. One eye peered past the gap in the door, slightly ajar. He made out a fleshy, veiny, girthy white tail, like a shark. The appendage thumped madly against the pale tiles of the floor, and his gaze was drawn towards the base. Behind the white curtain, there was--It was some kind of female shape, at least that's what he thought at first. There were hips, breasts--really large ones, bigger than beach balls. In fact the entire woman was large--Wait, what the fuck, her neck was as long as a giraffe's and her head looked like a dickhead--
"Jayren!"
Jayren jerked. He pulled his face away and looked at a very upset nurse terrier. The man's arms were crossed as he tried to look stern: "Please, head to your room, we need to start treatment ASAP if you want to get better."
The fox stammered, "I, uhhh, di'n't 'ean to--" He immediately figured his protests weren't convincing, though, and looked resigned as he accompanied the nurse into his own room.
Here, Jayren paced around, anxious as he scanned over the furnishings. There wasn't much beside his leathery exam bed, the sink, cabinets, and a biohazard disposal. It had all the appearance of an ordinary, if smallish examination room. However, he noticed that all the posters and papers were... Laminated, and the floor depressed towards a drain at the very middle. All around him were anatomical posters of genitalia, specifically of enormous penises. It made him feel a little nervous and even inadequate, but the diagrams about spore infestation certainly didn't make him feel any better.
"Go ahead and lay down, Jayren. Relax, you're in good hands. Not only mine, but Dr. Rai is a maverick in her field." The nurse was busy scrubbing his hands clean, then he donned a surgical mask and gloves. And just to be safe, he put on some goggles, which worried Jayren that bit more.
As his steps flanked Jayren's bed, who had finally managed to relax enough to lay down, the nurse explained himself, "...It's just, y'know, cock-tongue has a variety of causes. But the most common is CTPP... If it's just your tongue, you should be fine. Now please, take off your mask."
The fox hesitated... Because this didn't bode well. His tongue for a cock felt even larger now, as though it had throbbed bigger and bigger during their entire walk. At this point, the tip pushed up against the inner lining, and the covered part of his face felt all hot, humid, steamy even. The tip of his tongue chafed against his mask. He could even detect this aroused smell, a little earthy, tickling just beneath his nose... It was his own cock-tongue's scent! So while Jayren was humiliated by the idea of taking it off, he was dying for some fresh air. His fingers reached up and pulled the mask's loop off.
He let the mask drop, and so his impressive canine spire jutted right out! There were several inches trapped in his maw as the cheeks fit tightly around the girth. His muzzle was practically a sheath for his facial cock, which dominated his face. The exposed part of his tongue-cock was over an inch, but more of that dick was spilling out. In fact, his phallic tongue was rapidly pushing out and forward, as the pressure on his throat let up, all that cock pushing out of his gullet, out of the back of his throat. The pressure on his tonsils, the difficulty swallowing... It released, for every bit that his cheeks bulged out further, fatter.
One bulb in each cheek, they were the size of kiwis. These were the lumps of his canine knot, which had started to engorge... As if the taste of the outside air was enough to arouse. Meanwhile, the amount of glossy, oozing dick sticking out of his mouth was the size of a flashlight. His facial tongue pulsed hotly, visibly twitching below the nurse's gaze. The length was riddled in dense blue veins, contrasting the reddish hue of the shaft. The size of it startled Jayren, who had no idea that his tongue had gotten this BIG. His eyes crossed as he stared down the barrel of his obscene tongue, drooling all over his shirt from the pointy tip.
The nurse's face scrunched with a worried look. His hands hovered around Jayren's massive facial spire, as if deliberating on what angle to grasp this beast from. This whole ordeal made the fox even more nervous, his heart thumping. That, and the fact his dick took so much pressure to keep erect, needless to say his heart was working overtime. Breathing was complicated by the fact that he knew he was inhaling his own scent, which maybe had pheromones that could arouse himself? How else would he be progressing so quickly...?
Shhhlick. Those gloved fingers finally grasped the girth near the middle. The terrier's gaze was intense as he stared down Jayren's phallic tongue. He moved his fingers carefully, applying pressure to ascertain the erection of his cock. The flesh was tense and very swollen, which made him even more concerned, obvious by his brows. He tried his best to not, ahem, stimulate the fox with the gliding of his fingertips across the tense flesh, but that dick twitched that little bit longer and larger with each stroke. Soon, one hand palpated Jayren's cheek whereas the other pinched fingers around the fox's tapered glans. Along the shaft, he had felt a few small bumps.
Jayren's lips trembled.
"It's, hmmm, very advanced. Jayren... Have you recently touched your tongue and then touched another part of your face? Or your groin?" The nurse's tone was dire.
The vulpine gulped. He racked his brain on the matter and realized... I mean, he went to the bathroom before he came here, because he figured he'd wait a while. He figured his spit-jizz mixture might've touched his nose at some point, too? And, well, he... He rubbed his eyes before he put on that mask, didn't he?
Jayren nodded weakly.
The nurse released his hold on that pulsing member, letting it twitch in the open. He had apparently seen enough, given he waltzed over to the biohazard bin and disposed of his gloves. He then paced around and thoroughly washed his hands, wordless, as Jayren tried to cut the silence, but all that came out was gurgling and drool.
Then, Dr. Rai finally arrived. Her approach was heralded by the slaps of her shoes across the ground. She was dressed in an ensemble of dark clothing, from her jacket to her top and then that pencil skirt. Being a snow leopard, she was covered in gray, white, and darker spots. She was already prepared, given that she also wore goggles, gloves, and a mask. Nonetheless, Jayren’s spirits lifted. He was going to be okay, he knew it.
Doctor and nurse exchanged glances as the terrier gave her this telling nod. Meanwhile, Jayren's fretful gaze darted between the two, his eyes all watery... Not because he sobbed, but it was more like an allergy, accompanied by redness.
Dr. Rai said: "We'll have to examine his genitalia."
Jayren's heart somehow raced even faster. It was the anxiety as well as, strangely, a sense of arousal. Something about having a giant cock make up half the mass of one's head would do that to someone. But he felt hornier than ever despite his predicament, despite what he imagined he'd end up like... What was going to happen to him? Was he going to end up with--With a giant dick for a head like that lady did? Or worse? His mind reeled from the possibilities while the nurse decided to make things easier for him, by helping out.
"Don't move, I got this." The terrier unclasped Jayren’s belt with a little clink of metal. His strong grip then easily yanked the shorts right off of his patient. They were left to hang at the fox's ankles and then tumble the rest of the way off, as the nurse's hands didn't waste any time. He went for those boxers next and yanked them right down!
"Huh, so which one is supposed to be his dick?" The nurse asked, while Jayren balked at the sight.
The fox's sheath was BLOATED, his sheath was stretched out wider than his arm as it was stuffed with cocks. A bundle of throbbing erections, not one but over a dozen, it was like a quiver full of pulsing arrows. The manhoods varied in length and girth, all twitching with no particular rhythm or reason. Jayren couldn't even tell which of those veiny spires was his original cock, and which was just an uninvited guest in his aching sheath. He did figure that the shortest was five inches but the longest was over a foot, and all of them leaked copious amounts of precum, soaking his crotch and sheath in particular.
"It doesn’t really matter, they’re all fully functional. He's presenting with an ejaculatory complication." Dr. Rai explained. Her fingers then casually reached for Jayren's left eye and spread the lids apart, letting the watery tears-turned-precum ooze right out. "Normally the protrusions can't ejaculate, but we're seeing this symptom crop up more and more. It'll be the predominant form of CTPP, at this rate. So you see, those aren't tears, it's actually seminal fluid."
Jayren shuddered, horrified at the implication. The nurse shifted uneasily, but he still didn't understand. "So what regimen do you want me to put him on?"
The doctor shook her head, "He's already manifesting end-stage Bloom. Our only options are palliative. Not only will he lose the ability to speak, but the infection will surely spread to his ears via the Eustachian tubes. And as you can see, he's already going to lose his eyes."
Jayren's heart skipped a beat. He was hearing things... It can't be... There's no way--
And then this sharp sting struck his eye. That left eye burned with a strain like staring at one's screen for too long. He couldn't believe it, but Jayren felt his eyelids twitching as the lens grew blurry and veins crept onto his vision. The throbbing reached an apex, and when it grew too intense, too maddening to resist any longer, Jayren clutched his eye. He gurgled something incomprehensible, then gasped!
That ache... That tension, that throbbing in his skull finally gave way. Half of his vision went black. What followed was this heat, an intense warmth that shot through his face and out of his eye socket, slapping against his hand... It was a canine cock!? His hand reflexively moved out of the way, making room for a foot-long pulsing spire, which had entirely replaced his eyeball. All of his optic nerves were rewired for pleasure, and with every thrum through his new member, Jayren felt this pleasure ripple from the tip of that optic cock all the way to his skull. Somehow it was the most sensitive dick yet, driving him wild with the sensitivity.
But all of his members were making him achy, restless, wanting. Something deep with Jayren was changing, as his shame slipped away in the wake of the pleasure he felt, the sensitivity, the rawness. It was so much, too much to bear, that in spite of his better judgment, the cross fox grasped his eye-cock with one hand, while his other reached for his crotch--Only to be stopped by a strong grip.
"--You're going to make it worse!" The nurse protested, though it fell on deaf ears.
The fox stared bleary-eyed at the nurse, gurgling and sputtering, his dick-tongue so damn large he could barely even move his lips around it. Never mind speaking a word past the spongy girth. His erections were driving him crazy like an itch that demanded to be scratched, and any concern about his own well-being fell to the wayside. The entire time, the rest of his endowments continued to twitch towards bigger and bigger sizes, while his sniffling nose started to ooze precum as much as his other openings.
‘How could it get any worse?’ Jayren thought.
Dr. Rai, however, shrugged. "Let him."
The nurse's grip suddenly released, and the moment the terrier turned to regard his superior with shock, disgust even, the vulpine started to jerk himself off. Fervently. He didn't have anywhere near enough hands for the amount of dicks throbbing across his body, but he sure did try.
Jayren reached for his left ear, trying to address this building pressure and itching that came from within. His fingers were greeted by the very tip of a slimy canine cock, which was starting to squeeze out of his ear canal and right into his stroking hand. Meanwhile, his other hand felt up beneath his shirt and stroked his own nipple, which had already become delightfully tingly, hardening and engorging in anticipation of becoming yet another aching erection!
"I'll put him on something to stop the cells from reaching his brain via the optic nerve." Dr. Rai explained, as she turned her back to the pair and scribbled out a set of prescriptions. "I've also got something to stop his internals from 'cockifying', as well as a cocktail of suppressants. If it works, he'll be stabilized enough to go home... And do nothing but cum himself silly all day."
The snow leopard ripped out a page from the prescription pad and slapped it onto the table next to the sink. She waltzed out, but not before her last recommendation, "In the meantime, you can help him get his rocks off for the rest of your shift."
The nurse's eyes went wide, but the door closed behind them. And just in time, because out of nowhere, Jayren howled out with his first orgasm, mumbling around his cock-tongue as a torrent of cum hosed the door. Absolutely covering the whole surface with a sheet of sticky, clumpy jizz.
However, that did nothing to relieve Jayren. Despite ejaculating what felt like a bucket's worth of cum, from somewhere deep within his throat... Jayren only felt hornier. Instead of the warm afterglow of release, that achy, satisfied feeling after a good cumshot... He simply burned hotter, harder with arousal. Sticky globs of cum had soaked into his fur, drenched his pink top and trickled from his tongue-tip to his mouth. He was tasting his own cum... But it was more, in every aspect. More copious, more sticky, more gooey, and more flavorful.
The nurse, meanwhile, watched with both awe and terror. Right before his eyes, he saw Jayren's form twist, his flesh expanding while his body writhed. Beneath his top, his nipples enlarged, pushing up against the fabric and making it tent. Beneath the top, the shapes of his nubs became more phallic by the moment, while they started to leak... More precum soaking into his garment. Two big wet spots grew across the fabric.
With a remaining watery eye, Jayren also watched, but his expression was delight. His pleasure increased by the moment, his throbbing and squirming upon the bed was enough to make him feel better than jerking off. It was all starting to overwhelm him, so he abruptly released his cocks… He could feel it, a big climax coming on. Jayren’s fingers seized upon the couch's leather and his nails dug into the material, scraping audibly across it as he enjoyed himself too much. Moreover, the male's back arched as his engorged, several-inch-long nipples chafed so-good against his top, the fabric tearing at the seams and stretching, yielding around his firmer cocks. Then, his erections alone tore right through the fabric!
"Guhhhh!"
The fox shrieked in ecstasy, his diamond-hard nipple-cocks having finally managed to break right through. His shirt burst open and the scraps splayed out, those forearm-sized nipplecocks jutting out proudly and geysering cum. This double-cumshot was a potent one, one former nipple after the other splashing the ceiling with arcs of fresh white spunk. The mess scattered across the ceiling and the back-blast sprinkled the room, making the nurse reflexively brace himself as a few errant droplets touched him. So it was at that moment that he began to bolt for it.
"Ah, fuck this, I'm not paid enough for this shi--IT!?"
The terrier stumbled across the streak of cum on the floor, falling flat onto his back and getting soaked in the sticky mess left by the first ejaculation. And before he could fully pick himself up, wincing and frightened, Jayren rasped out with another, even stronger orgasm... His mind reeling and his body tingling with the intensity of this third, maybe fourth climax in the span of less than a minute.
The fox doubled over with torrents of cum that squirt out of one ear as well as out of his other ear's cock. Meanwhile, even more seed arced out of his tongue-cock like spit! Most of it sprayed across the nurse like a water gun, leaving the hapless man's scrubs completely waterlogged with cum.
But it wasn't on purpose. Jayren could barely even see with his blurry remaining eye, and that was dispensed with as suddenly, the other eye erupted with a massive canine erection, even bigger than the first. The fox's eye socket felt like a tight hole being wrapped around his own cock, further enhancing his enjoyment as both of his paws now seized his optical dicks, seeing as they were the most sensitive, achy, and tender of all.
He now devolved into frenzied grunting and stroking, his hands becoming a blur of masturbating his obscene endowments. And even as his other ear was fucked from the inside-out by a giant canine dick, Jayren kept stroking, panting with bliss.
Reaching new peaks of arousal, a new height of sensation, of tenderness and engorgement, Jayren couldn't imagine doing anything more than jerking himself off. He had no refractory period, no end to his messy, sticky output, and he had lost count of how many dicks were twitching across his body... So sensitive that just bobbling around and the slightest movements were enough to drive him mad.
But the pleasure also fed into his symptoms, exacerbating the growth and progression of his disease... Every stroke meant another inch on a cock somewhere, anywhere. And each cumshot led to another fat erection bulging out of his body somewhere.
He had to turn over onto his side, feeling this tightness in his tailhole as another member crowned out of him... This time, bursting out of his rump. The girth pushed up against the base of his tail and leaked all over his lower body. There were no more comfortable sides or spots to lay on, as inch after inch of his body was covered in cock. Any way he laid down, there was some meaty dick chafing against the bed, and this worsened as the tip of his tail split and the fur fell off of that appendage... Revealing a small canine dick even at the end of his tail.
"Grrrghhh..." He groaned, even his thoughts becoming inarticulate as he could only think about how he was cumming, or about to cum. Before he worried about each new obscene addition to his body; now he savored every veiny length that adorned his form, relishing in how they felt. Robbed of sight and hearing, he made sure to appreciate his new body with his other senses... Savoring his own sensation, his texture, his firmness and veininess. As well as his salty, savory, and even bitter flavors; his cock-tongue could still taste, so he made sure to smear and slap that slimy dick against his other erections, to taste them thoroughly.
And his own scent... It was virile, mouth-watering, pungent, oh, how it made himself lightheaded!
He simmered there in a puddle of his own cum, the bed sopping with the sticky stuff. The entire floor was drenched with it, but thankfully the excess pooled towards the drain. More of the walls were being painted in his jizz, as his cocks now fired off consecutive climaxes, so many of them that even the tandem nature of their ejaculations made sure one was firing off. And each climax was long, easily a minute of non-stop spewing from the respective member. So imagine Jayren's pleasure, feeling multiple powerful, body-tingling climaxes at the same time, from so many disparate parts of his body.
He soon no longer even bothered to savor or consider his own body. All he did was bask in his climaxes themselves. Every thought was occupied with cumming, and every one of his motions was some kind of rubbing against himself. His hands were pawing at his face, smearing sheets of spunk all over his own visage. He couldn't even decide which of the half-dozen facial cocks to stroke, so he smeared and batted at all of them. Even his sixth face-dick, that small erection jutting out from the flesh of his nose and partly blocking his nostrils, making him alternate between gasping for air and gargling cum, or panting through his nose and sneezing out sheets of spunk.
Then his fingers became dicks.
This was very rare, but his case was particularly virulent. Severe. So one by one, his fingernails fell right off. His fingers, loaded with infected cells, started to quickly bloat out and firm up into a mess of meaty, veiny cocks. The fur and skin peeled back to the last knuckles, revealing reddish flesh. His cock-digits were a medley of sizes and shapes like a bouquet of red chili peppers, but they continued to swell out even further. Visibly enlarging and shrinking with each pulsation. Rigid, burning hot, aching, and soon... Leaking cum just like every other appendage.
Which was a delightful turn of events for Jayren. Because now he could stroke off even more cocks with the same motions. He came thrice as often now and every one of his movements flung cum around. His fur was matted in the stuff. Said fluff continued to fall off in clumps, as smaller cocks started to blossom up and down the two milk lines of his body. From each armpit, down an arc that traced down the respective breast straight down to the crotch, over a dozen cocks cropped up. Instead of extra nipples, these excessive endowments budded into existence and the fur readily parted around them.
More... And more... Jayren was a matted mess, painted white by his own seed. The fur continued to fall right off and his coat turned ever more patchy to reveal veiny and reddish skin beneath. With every patch of decency lost, he gained that bit more sensitivity. He could feel more and more of his swollen skin exposed, and in a brief moment of lucidity, wondered what he even looked like.
He’d never know.
But he was unrecognizable. No resemblance to himself or even a fox.
Just a freak!
At this rate, he could very well end up an indistinct pile of cockmeat, before any meds could kick in. But at least the nurse finally managed to stumble out of the exam room. He just about threw himself onto the floor in his desperation to escape, then ripped a cum-soaked surgical mask off of his face. He shouted:
"Someone turn on the sprinklers! And get the containment guys! This is a fucking mess!"
And that's saying something, considering what wing of the hospital they were in. The nurse’s call was answered by running steps and an alarm going off. But Jayren remained in blissful oblivion, unaware and uncaring about the mess he was making and was getting them all into.