Seph’s Pawitis Seph tapped his paw on the ground nervously. Two weeks. He stayed sober for two weeks for this job offer. He stayed sober just to pass the background test. And now, the moment of truth. The coyote squirmed in the waiting room’s metal chair and stared at the clock. Tick… tick… the nurse said it would be 30 minutes for his results. He wasn’t sure if he could hold out that long… and if he couldn’t wait, the already claustrophobic atmosphere would get literally too small. He pulled nervously at his neatly pressed, clean, white collar. It felt far too tight on his neck. Back when Seph was a teenager, the doctors told him the genetic disease he’d inherited was called Pawitis. A dangerous condition afflicting a tiny fraction of the population, Pawitis led to explosive, seemingly infinite growth with absolutely no cure. It was genetic, devastating, and Seph’s hormonal teenage body showed its most obvious symptoms; fifteen years old and he was already seven feet tall, most of it obtained in a few short weeks. There were only two treatments available on the market. One was a yearly injection to stop the growth which cost thousands of dollars. The other treatment was slightly less legal. Tetrahydrocannabinol, or THC. He could smoke marijuana and he’d never grow again. Same suppression of his symptoms but it would wear off much quicker. The doctors were up front with his parents all those years ago: if Seph didn’t keep up with his treatments, he would grow again. And there was no guarantee he’d shrink back after resuming treatment. His parents started the yearly injections the very next day. Seph saw how expensive the treatment was. It decimated his parents’ livelihoods. When the coyote moved out, he resolved to never put his family through that again. Legality be damned. When Seph turned 18 he went to college, started smoking weed, and never looked back. Sometimes he’d allow himself a few days without smoking for a tolerance break and bulk up to 8 feet tall, just to enjoy the sensation of looming over people and stretching his clothes to their limit. The temptation to grow more was always in the back of Seph’s mind. But the warnings of his parents and doctors always talked him down. The treatments weren’t that bad anyway. That’s why Seph felt so uncomfortable in these clothes. As the THC left his system all those old twitches of growth were returning. Even in the 4XL button-down shirt he’d purchased yesterday Seph was dangerously close to ripping the seams or popping buttons. He hadn’t missed a ‘treatment’ in this long for a very long time. Ducking under doorways at 8 feet tall was a sensation he enjoyed infrequently at best, never for two-straight-weeks. And if Seph was honest, 8 feet tall was an understatement. He hadn’t measured himself since last night, but he had a hunch 8 and a half feet wasn’t far off. The coyote nervously watched the time, tracking the seconds, waiting until he could go home. The largest he’d ever been was 15 feet tall. And that wasn’t by choice. His crush at the time, a cute fox with an athletic body and an infectious smile, had a kink for bigger guys. Seph was powerless to resist when the fox convinced him to let the THC wear off, to let himself get as big as possible. They dated for a few months. It didn’t work out in the end. They worked together physically, but emotionally Seph was never really able to connect. It took half a year to fully recover from the growth. Ever since then, he’d wondered… how much taller could he go? Well if the nurse didn’t get back here soon, this lab might find out first hand how bad his case of Pawitis could be. With a shudder his body visibly expanded. Seph took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “One hundred… ninety-nine… ninety-eight… ninety-seven…” he whispered. His therapist said this would center his mind. During stressful times his affliction could occasionally be controlled by staying calm and collected. It wouldn’t stave off his symptoms forever, but it could lessen their effects. Counting backward from 100 was the first trick he learned in those early days of therapy. As long as he avoided any surprises or stress- “Mr. Coyote?” the nurse asked. With a yelp Seph burst upward a full foot in height, popping all the buttons off his shirt with a PING on the sterilized lab walls. The adorable rabbit gasped, dropping the clipboard. Seph noticed the bright red blush on his nurse’s cheeks. Shoot, this would be awkward to explain. He tried to smile but it just came out looking somewhat pained. “Y-Yes, that’s me. Do you have my results…?” he prompted the nurse. The zipper in front of his pants was already half-down with the strain of holding a coyote several-times too large. The flustered rabbit’s ears perked. “Oh! Your results,” he mumbled, picking the papers off the ground. “Your test came back inconclusive. It happens sometimes if the test is defective. You’ll need to come back in a few days for a retest.” A few days? Seph’s heart skipped a beat. “A few days?” he repeated aloud, mentally stuttering on the concept of more days of sobriety. “Yes, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. We’re booked solid. Monday is the earliest we can fit you in.” It was almost too much for him to process. He needed this job so badly. There was no money in his savings for an injection, and if he smoked he would never pass this test. “Are you sure there’s… no other time I can be tested? I’m supposed to start work Monday,” he said through gritted teeth. The rabbit looked away, face bright red. “I could probably bump you up a few spots in line, or stay late tonight. On one condition,” the rabbit said. He approached Seph and tugged at the coyote’s pants zipper. It didn’t take much coaxing for it to explode. The lapine nurse looked up at Seph and cocked his head to the side. --- Bathroom designers, in their infinite foresight, could not possibly have predicted needing to cater to this much coyote. Seph was pushed up against the back wall of the bathroom, legs splayed out in front of him, 15 feet tall, and panting like a needy puppy. The rabbit nurse licked over the length of his dick again and Seph whined. He’d learn later the rabbit’s name was Levi, that he lived a few hours away, and that he had a thing for enormous guys. But right now, that was the furthest thing from his mind. The porcelain tiles under his rump cracked when he expanded another full foot upward. His ears were near the ceiling now, splayed backward at the shattering sound of porcelain under tons of coyote. The bathroom shook slightly, timed like a metronome with a huge coyote tail thudding into a wall. If that wasn’t enough to tell people what was happening inside the bathroom, when Seph moaned or clenched his toes he could feel the walls shudder. In the back of his mind he knew this was a bad idea. He needed to get home, to dose up, and to stay hidden for a full week while he shrank back to normal. But at the time, saying yes to a one-night stand with the nurse seemed like the only available option. And he was so sure he could hold back his growth for the whole time. Now he was finding it very difficult to say no. He’d been through a dry spell for a bit, and the rabbit was so cute. It hit all the right buttons for him to let down his mental defenses. If getting bigger and having sex would help get him a job, then who was he to say no? The universe was practically throwing reasons at Seph to be irresponsible. He bit his lip as a throb in his dick corresponded with another push upward in size. The rabbit nurse was being overwhelmed with the amount of coyote dick presented to him. A part of Seph’s mind wondered if that was a good or bad thing for the nurse. The rest of his mind was too lost in the pleasure. The growth was slowly reaching a climax, rising in time with the rabbit’s affections. Seph knew he was reaching the point of no return. He could still stop now. But if he let it progress and he came… that would be the end of it. There was no mental block in the world he could erect that would keep him calm in the middle of a climax. Maybe if he focused on something other than the warm sensation of the rabbit’s tongue sliding over his cock tip, or the way his fur rubbed up against his dick, or the nuzzling against his balls- He grunted when the ceiling bumped his head, breaking his concentration on the cute bunny’s affection. This brief moment of sobriety was it. Either leave now, or let his Pawitis take its course, wherever that might lead. He tried to quickly weigh the pros and cons. In the end though there was one question that made the decision for Seph. How big could he actually get? ‘In for a penny, in for a pound,’ Seph thought, as he painted the inside of the bathroom white. Moments after that, the bathroom ceased to exist as anything more than its component parts and rubble. --- Seph opened his mouth and let the box of food parachute into his mouth. There was no taste to it; the boxes of edibles were too small to register on his taste buds anymore. The coyote merely opened his mouth, waited a few minutes, and closed it again when the airplane had passed fully out of range. Then he repeated it 30 minutes later, on the dot. He was stoned again thanks to these edibles, but it was too little too late. The laboratory, the city, the state, they were all gone by now. His body covered the Great Lakes, spanning hundreds of miles. He couldn’t imagine how much effort and how much weed it was taking to get him high again. It stopped the Pawitis in its tracks, but he wasn’t shrinking very quickly. He might have to stay this way for weeks, or months. At least as long as it took the world to come up with enough emergency medicine to inject him with. Seph smiled at that thought. A wall of coyote, towering above everything, unable to be stopped except by the combined efforts of thousands of scientists frantically concocting an antidote. His tail wagged, disrupting weather patterns across the entire country as he idly stroked his dick. It wasn’t like anyone could stop him now and the weed tended to work up his libido. Apparently, the answer to ‘how big can I get’ was ‘as big as I want’. And every so often, the coyote toyed with the idea of not opening his mouth anymore. There was a lot of space on the planet to grow into after all…