“So, where did you say you used to work?” the deer asked, leaning back against the glass counter. There were no customers right now, no need to pay attention to the open lobby on the other side of the counter.

The otter rubbed the back of one of his ears. “Oh. It was a uhh, a brewery. We made cider mostly. Hyper cider.”

Oxford perked up. “Hey you worked for Fox Barrel? You’re kidding.” He’d clearly heard of it before. Made sense that their product would be well known at a dispensary like this of course.

“Uhh. Yeah. Was fun for the time. Needed a change though,” he replied, a light blush on his cheeks. He was still rubbing at his ear. A nervous tic he’d picked up in his early days of the hyper brewing industry. Something to distract himself from the ample lower ‘distractions’ of pretty much every worker there.

“But not that much of a change, right?” Oxford asked.

Alkali’s blush deepened. “R-Right. There were some good… benefits there.” The otter’s pants tightened just thinking about it. The ear rubbing could only help so much.

“Welcome to bud tending at The Big Package then. I’ll give you the tour,” Oxford said with a knowing wink. The deer reached down and casually adjusted his sweatpants, the heavy bulge jiggling just slightly from the movement. It hung there obscenely but Oxford didn’t seem to be worried at all about the basketballs resting against his knees. Alkali had to look away as the deer walked to the back room. First day on the job and he already had to work with someone that cute, with a package like that? How lucky could one otter get?

The scent of incense and weed hung heavy in the air of the employee lounge. There were only a few workers that day, including Oxford and himself. There was a fennec resting on a couch with a rabbit passing a pipe between them, presumably testing the merchandise. Calming music played in the background as Oxford tried to explain the rules for working here, tracking hours worked, general policies… Alkali was having a hard time focusing though. These two coworkers were hung like a horse too. Admittedly they weren’t the size Oxford was strutting with, but it was still enough to make the otter squirm. They were discussing something along the lines of deciding just how large to get today. Or how large to stay permanently. Alkali was about to ask for what they meant when the front door chimed.

“Oh!” Oxford said with a perk. “Okay, we can talk paperwork later. We have a customer. You wanna watch me do this?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” he replied as he followed. Back in front was a crow looking at the glass case of bongs. He wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants as if he’d just gotten done with a long run. Alkali knew that couldn’t possibly be what he’d been doing though, because between his legs was the largest set of junk he’d ever seen on a person before. It hung down toward his ankles. Balls the size of beachballs and a dick thicker around than the bird’s whole torso while still soft. His crotch pressed and squished against his legs, which would’ve made running much harder. He must have worn the sweatpants simply for sake of ease with equipment that huge.

Alkali must’ve been staring because the crow gave him a little wink when he raised his head to look the avian in the face. “Who’s the otter, Oxford? I don’t recognize him.”

“He’s new. Alkali, this is Mark. He’s a friend and a regular. You’ll see him around pretty often,” the deer said, pulling out a small package from below the counter. “Already put together your order for you dude. Where’s Clay though?”

“Bathroom. He’ll be back soon. But, about you Alkali. You haven’t seen anyone with something like this before?” Mark asked, hand atop the fabric hiding his dick. The otter’s mouth went dry.

“Not really. The uhh, customers would usually black out from the cider before they could get that size,” Alkali mumbled. “There was one guy, a bear, who held his liquor real well. Got to maybe a little more than your size… but it’s all temporary. Back to normal when he woke up.”

The athletic bird leaned against the counter, shuffling his clawed feet to make room for the package between. It pressed gently against the glass counter, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Well this is permanent for me these days. Ask Ox for the details. You’re new, so you’ve gotta know the product right? And you seem… interested,” he said with a smirk. “But I’m taken so look but don’t touch.”

As if on cue, a chubby corgi approached the jewelry case filled with strains of weed and put an arm around Mark. He was short, a good half foot shorter than the crow. But somehow he had even more going on down below than Mark. His balls touched the ground, and the thick canine sheath above was having trouble fitting into the hyper tailored shorts form fitting against his hips. A small tuft of white fur peeked out from above the waistband teasingly.

“Got our stuff hun? Cause I’ve really gotta get another release,” the corgi said.

“Yeah, right here Clay. Say hi to the new worker though, Alkali.”

Clay’s rear wiggled just slightly; Alkali could only imagine he’d be wagging his tail if it were more than a stub. “Nice to meet you mate! No time to chat though, gotta get home and have some fun with this stuff. Get to know you better later.” The two were out the door quick enough, far easier than Alkali expected two guys with beachballs stuffed in front. Clay had to waddle just a bit but he still got along just fine.

“That was…” Alkali started, losing his train of thought momentarily.

“Bizarre? Amazing? Hot?” Oxford interjected.

“Yeah. All of those.”

The deer grinned. “You didn’t know this stuff is permanent if you use it for long enough, did you? It’s a bit like pumping that way. It takes time but if you do it often you’ll see the changes. They’ve been together for close to a year now, still growing.”

“No kidding,” Alkali muttered. It was more than just a little bizarre, amazing, and hot though. He’d been around plenty of well-endowed guys during his time at the brewery. They were hot too. But at the time those folks were drunk, stumbling around; fun to be around at first but it wouldn’t always be that way. And it wasn’t permanent. The people at this place though, Oxford, Clay, Mark, they made it seem perfectly natural. They’d been this way for so long it didn’t need to be weird anymore. It was still erotic but something about how casually they showed it off was way hotter to the mustelid.

And that was getting him thinking about trying it for himself.

The majority of the day went very similarly to Mark and Clay’s visit. Alkali and Oxford would greet people as they came in and assist them in their purchase. Mostly Oxford would do the work though and Alkali simply tried to keep up with all the different strain names, details about the type of high they’d produce, flavors, a plethora of details. Many of them were already frequent customers of the dispensary. Not all were interested in the hyper strains though; some just wanted to get their high. A few seemed interested in checking out more than just the weed. It was very easy to tell who was interested in the special hyper strains though based on their pants and the equipment held in check there.

One of the cuter interactions Alkali got to watch was with a shy dragon. He’d come in wearing jeans and a hoodie, looking around awkwardly at the bongs and weed like a lost puppy. Oxford finally walked over and the dragon immediately looked grateful for the help. Listening in Alkali could tell it was this guy’s first time ever coming somewhere like this. But listening longer revealed he was definitely interested in their more special brand of weed. Ox gave him the biggest smile he could manage, trying to get the dragon to relax a bit. “Don’t worry, we deal with first timers all the time. I’d be glad to help you out,” the deer said before leading the dragon away with a swing of his hips.

Alkali had no idea where those two were headed; somewhere in the back to look at the stock. That would’ve left Alkali alone in the front, except the fennec and rabbit made their way back to the store floor. Break time over apparently. Their pants were much tighter now compared to when he’d seen them a few hours earlier. Apparently they’d decided to definitely go larger for the day with their straining, ripping seams. The fox had a joint between his lips still. That didn’t really seem like a good idea to be doing while working, but Alkali wasn’t going to say anything. The fox seemed to visibly throb, becoming more hung with each hit. Alkali gulped. The longer he worked here, the more he’d need to buy new pairs of pants clearly.

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It took a few days for Alkali to work up the courage to ask more about what types of weed he should be trying, so he could make suggestions to the customers. It took even longer after that to show any vague interest in the hyper weed. It was a strange subject to just bring up out of the blue, he told himself. Had to wait for the right moment when it actually fit into the conversation. Every time he tried to get around to asking Oxford, Alkali would stutter or get quiet and blushy. There was no way for him to avoid it.

In the end it was actually someone else asking him about it rather than the other way around. For the first time since he’d started working at The Big Package he wouldn’t be shadowing Oxford. The deer took a personal day off, which meant someone new at the store for him to work with. They were a black colored cat, with stripes the oddest color of green he’d ever seen before. No way in hell those were real… right?

“It’s nice to meet you, uhh, Gnarl?” Alkali said, reading off the nametag he found on them.

“That’s me. And you must be our new worker. Nice to meet you too. I already know what you’re gonna ask, so yes, the stripes are real. They aren’t dyed on or anything. All 100% Cheshire Cat here,” they responded. “You can follow me around today, you’re nearly done being trained but one more day never hurt.”

Alkali was distracted by, as had become commonplace for him these days, looking down at what hung between the feline’s legs. It wasn’t so much what they had so much as what they didn’t have. Gnarl was the first person working at the dispensary he’d met without a bulging dick and balls. Which was more than a little bit confusing.

“That’s real down there too you know, no need to stare. Could’ve just asked,” Gnarl said, bending down into Alkali’s field of view.

The otter stood straight up at attention, face red after being caught. “It’s not that! Just, you didn’t have much. Or as much as Oxford and the others. Why?”

Gnarl broke into the biggest shit eating grin Alkali had ever seen. Yup, they were definitely a Cheshire cat. “Oh, that’d take a while to talk about. You wanna hang out after work and smoke a bit? Would be easier to explain then.” Alkali couldn’t think of an easy excuse to get out of it. Plus wasn’t he just thinking the other day that he needed to test out some of the weed? He couldn’t avoid that forever if he was gonna work here. So the mustelid agreed to try out some things that evening.

The two of them didn’t even leave the store to do their smoking. The employee lounge was way more comfortable than anything they could set up at either of their houses anyway. With long love cushions, mood lighting, plenty of snacks and soda to take care of the munchies, and a large library of music it was pretty much the perfect spot to try getting high. Alkali and Gnarl sat on opposite sides of the set of couches, with a hookah in between the two of them on the coffee table.

“Hookah is a little easier than pipes or other sorts of ways to start smoking for a first timer. Here, lemme show you just what to do ott,” Gnarl said as they picked up a hose to take the first smoke. Setting the mouth piece between their lips, Gnarl took a long drag of the smoke. And Alkali watched the hookah bubble the longer the feline breathed in. It was fascinating.

What he should’ve been paying attention to though was what was happening to Gnarl’s crotch. The longer the cat breathed in the larger their package swelled. It looked as though it was hooked up to an air pump, slowly sending the smoke down to what was between their legs. The fabric gently throbbed when Gnarl’s zipper and button struggled to keep pace with their equipment. What looked like a long pipe snaked its way down their leg.

Once Gnarl was done, they held the smoke in for a moment longer before breathing it out with a heady sigh. “There, see? Easy,” they said with a wink. “Don’t have to deal with any pipes or rolling a blunt. Just suck on the hose head and enjoy, otter.” They held the blue colored hose out toward Alkali, while the otter’s gaze lingered on their bulge for a second too long again. That would be him soon. If he took the hose that is. He picked the metal hose head out of Gnarl’s paw and gulped. He wanted it so badly. But it was still a little intimidating, being his first time and all. No way to figure out how it would feel without going for the first try though.

Alkali set the cold metal between his lips and sucked. Instantly his lungs were filled with smoke and his eyes bugged out. He stopped with a rough cough, and Gnarl laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s pretty common for your first time. Take it a little slower; don’t use it like it’s a sucker,” they giggled. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the hose again. Alright. Slower then.

It took a few tries but Alkali felt like he was starting to get the hang of it. His package still didn’t look like it was getting any larger though. Gnarl assured him that was just because he was new. It’d take some more time before he got larger, while Gnarl was already plenty stretched out. He didn’t really know much about the details of how these strains of weed worked… or how weed in general was supposed to work… so he just listened and nodded as the Cheshire cat explained the details of hyper weed. Gnarl talked about how they weren’t so interested in getting a permanent bulge or anything, like the other employees. It was too restrictive for them apparently; they just enjoyed being a little more ambiguous. As he listened Alkali realized it was getting increasingly hard for him to focus on what Gnarl was saying. There were some weird things going on in his head, and his arms and legs. They were starting to feel disjointed, more difficult to move compared to the rest of his body. Things felt lighter at the same time though. While his headspace became more and more clouded, he found himself giggling much more at Gnarl’s jokes though he couldn’t remember why.

The snacks started to flow. The two furs passed the hose back and forth taking drags, munching on chips and sweets in the meantime. A scent of incense and marijuana pervaded the room, skunky and a little sweet. Alkali couldn’t tell when it happened but at some point the two of them had unzipped their pants, letting their brief-clad packages flop out into the open. It was much more comfortable that way anyway. Gnarl was still ahead of him in terms of size, but Alkali could tell he had definitely grown. A respectable soccer ball of bulge stretched out his underwear. The fabric was really struggling, torn at a few sections across his thighs and balls. And it felt like the best thing in the world.

“Pass the hose Gnarl,” Alkali sighed. As soon as it was in his mouth, Alkali took as long of a breath as he could manage. For a good half minute he breathed in the herb-filled smoke, letting it fill him from the inside out. One hand was placed gently on his package. This time the growth was obvious, feeling it bulge outward slowly but surely. His soccer ball pressed into his thighs, prompting the otter to spread his legs and give it more room to grow. Further and further out it pressed coming closer to his knees. Finally with a snap the elastic on his boxer briefs came apart and the fabric was flung to the floor. His bells immediately applied more weight to him as they were pulled down from gravity, breaking Alkali’s concentration. He coughed in surprise and with a moan rubbed his hand across his half-chubbed shaft. Amazing.

“I would’ve stopped you but you seemed pretty intent on it dude,” Gnarl said, putting an arm around the otter’s shoulder. Their own three or four foot long dick pressed up against Alkali’s side, drooling pre into his grey fur. They were sporting a set of basketballs between their green and black legs, just about the same size as the otter. Between the two of them they looked like proper employees of a hyper weed dispensary now.

“Yeah… that was awesome. I think… I wanna be huge. Bigger than this. Way bigger. Can I smoke some more of it? Pass it right back to you when I’m done,” Alkali asked.

Gnarl just answered with a nod and a devious Cheshire smile. 

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“Hey Alkali, you know what today is?”

The otter perked, pausing from cleaning the glass cases momentarily. “Uhh, no. What’s today Ox?” he asked.

With a grin Oxford pulled out a birthday cake and set it on the counter. “Well it’s not quite a birthday, but it is an anniversary of sorts. You’ve been here for a whole year starting today. That calls for a celebration.”

Alkali’s tail swayed as he walked up to the counter. “Cut me a slice then, I can take a break from cleaning the pipes.” He hadn’t even realized it was that time already. A whole year working at this place. Taking a bite from the cake as Oxford handed him a piece, Alkali reflected on just how much things had changed for him since then.

As if to remind him of just what sort of changes he’d been through, he squirmed slightly as the glass counter rubbed against his crotch. Shoot. Couldn’t afford to get hard in these pants, they were brand new. And with how much pants cost to get tailored at this size that wasn’t money he was willing to throw away for nothing. Alkali put the plate with his cake down again. Pulling up on the waistband of his jeans the otter’s bulge flopped against his knees. The orbs held in check there rolled back and forth gently. That certainly didn’t help with him trying to avoid getting hard.

“H-Hey Ox, I’m still sort of… getting used to the package. How the hell do you deal with uhh, work boners? Don’t want to ruin these jeans,” Alkali asked with a blush.

“Oh dude, it’s all about sweatpants,” the deer said with a laugh. “Just find some really well tailored, form fitting sweatpants. You’d be surprised how much something like that can stretch. I don’t know why you even still bother with jeans or khakis or anything.” Alkali nodded dumbly, pressing down atop his crotch with both hands as if trying to get it to stop throbbing. Next shift he’d have to avoid bringing his nicer pants.

“Sweatpants. Got it. I just guess I’m still sentimental for a well-tailored pair of hyper pants,” he replied numbly. A bell rang atop the front door, signaling that there was a customer to take care of. Cake and sweatpants would have to wait. There was work to do. Alkali gave a look to Oxford as if asking ‘whose turn?’ The deer just nodded in turn and pointed toward the Saint Bernard at the door.

The otter turned from the counter and approached the canine. Hefting up his package with both hands to readjust, he gave the stocky Saint Bernard a big smile.

“Hey there, welcome to The Big Package. I’m Alkali. What’s your name?” He extended his hand out to shake, leaving his crotch only attended with one hand. The otter wasn’t particularly strong though and was clearly struggling to hold. Ahh screw it. He let go and the weight flopped heavily against his ankles. The canine customer wasn’t even paying attention to the otter’s hand now, focused instead on the trouble occurring in the mustlid’s jeans.

“Name’s Bart. But, you having some trouble there bud?” he asked. “Never seen anyone quite that hung before.” Alkali blushed a bright red. He still wasn’t quite used to getting compliments like that. Heck, he’d been growing for months and he wasn’t sure he’d ever adjust to them. He’d definitely seen bigger before, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t impressive. Feet squirming and just barely touching the bottom of his sack the otter’s crotch throbbed again. If he was honest, he hadn’t meant to get this large actually. The original plan had been to stop around basketball size. That had been six months ago. Soon after he ended up compromising and telling himself to stop at beachball instead. The pants kept needing to be tailored as the months went by though.

In the end the only thing he knew for sure was he didn’t want to be dragging on the floor. Sitting right at his ankles, just above his feet, that was the perfect spot.

Still attempting to maintain professionalism, Alkali laughed. “Oh, this thing? I like to think of it as a product endorsement. Just, urf, sometimes it has a bit of a mind of its own. Is this your first time here?”

The Saint Barnard nodded, his waving locks brushing across his shoulders. “Not really a first time smoker but I got a recommendation to try this place from a friend. Said something about weed that gave you something heavier between the legs.” The otter looked down at the canine’s pants. He was already packing pretty heavily anyway. Hard to tell if that was natural or if he’d been enjoying some other products to get that way. Alkali still kept some ties with his old brewery buddies; they’d apparently gotten some stronger hyper brews. New competition for the future.

“Right. Well you came to the right place Bart. I’d be glad to help you find the right strain for you. J-Just uhh…” Alkali paused for a second to readjust his jeans yet again. Even half hard would be too much in these pants. Focus. “Follow me? My friend Oxford can tell you all about the selection. You looking for more of a heady high or something else?” Alkali walked, more carefully this time to avoid rubbing his balls too much with the tops of his feet, back to the counter. It didn’t go very well though. Nothing about this was going well so far. The button and zipper on his jeans were already starting to strain. The tailored pocket in front could only handle so much.

Oxford quirked an eyebrow at the otter as he walked to the glass counter. The deer sighed and nodded at his otter coworker; that was all that he needed to start making his way to the backroom, practically jogging back there. Bart would be fine in Oxford’s care. There was something a little more important he needed to handle first.

No sooner had the otter gotten into the Employees Only area did the button on his jeans pop clean off. “Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot…” he muttered, trying to pull at the zipper. After a few seconds of awkwardly pulling at the thing it finally gave way, letting his package flop forward with an audible ‘thump.’ He sighed in relief when the pressure was relieved on his cock and balls. The jeans alone had been making the situation so much worse. His boxer briefs were far stretchier by design, much less likely to cause any unintentional rubbing.

He was sitting at half staff already. Could he make it through the whole shift without doing anything about it? Maybe if he just calmed down and focused he could get himself back under control. Just deep breaths, in and out… in… and out…

The front door’s bell rang again. “Hey Alkali! We got another customer! Your dragon friend is back, looking for his monthly pick up,” Oxford yelled toward the back.

Now!? Of all the worst times. Mmmpf. That dragon had become a really good friend over the past year. The first day he’d started working here was the same day that dragon had walked in for the first time ever. And over time the two of them had slowly grown together. Although Alkali had accidentally gotten this large, his dragon buddy had no such reservations; he’d jumped whole-heartedly into growing, much more than the otter. By this point his friend was, well, not immobile thankfully. But Alkali had trouble understanding how he wasn’t. The dragon’s package was more of a reclining chair now, easily something he could lay down on top of comfortably. It pressed firmly into the floor, resting directly in front of him, entering rooms before the rest of him did. Where most folks stopped once their balls were close to the floor, the dragon definitely kept going. His dick was long enough to rival a small person, resting on top of balls that were a beanbag chair each. They’d spent more than a few nights together smoking, relaxing, coming a little too close to filling up rooms together. Alkali didn’t want to keep his friend waiting.

Awkwardly, struggling with his boxer briefs, the otter walked out from the backroom to say hi to his friend. As soon as he appeared, everyone stared. He hadn’t put his jeans back on at all. “H-Hey there. Uhh, let me get your stuff for you,” Alkali stammered. He carefully bent down to open the cupboard where pick up orders were stored. But he could feel the brief fabric straining against his nuts, tented out by his member.

And then it started to rip. “Shoot,” Alkali whispered. It was gonna be one of those days at the shop. “Sweatpants next time.”