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"Hah! Beat you again," exclaimed Richard, a lion, punching his friend playfully in the leg. The ominous beat of a fatality played on the screen, but Richard's attention was now on the white tiger beside him, who had just sustained his third loss of the day. "You're off your game today, David. Maybe we should switch to something easier to soothe your ego." He grinned, knowing his coarse cockney accent only made him sound even more like he was gloating.

"Dick," David replied, punching him back.

"Exactly." They both chuckled and went right back into another battle.

"Fourth time's the charm," said the tiger, slightly grimly, as they both focused their eyes back on the TV on the other side of the red room. The room itself was relatively dark, the windows shaded by heavy blinds, so the TV, along with the big open entrance into the room, provided the only light.

They were sitting beside each other on a couch at the end of the room, barefoot and wearing t-shirts and comfortable black basketball shorts. Though their torsos were covered, they were quite obviously muscular, with similarly powerful legs and arms that spoke well of their strength. And one didn't need to squint to see the hefty bulges they sported--or paraded, one might say--in their shorts. Their bloodlines were strong, and they looked the part.

David had bright blue eyes that accentuated his snowy fur, and one side of his mouth was just a little bit higher than the other, giving the appearance of a perpetual slight smirk. Richard had bluish-green eyes with black triangular markings underneath, and a long black arch at the base of his nose. Both of them usually had a mischievous, almost devious look in their eyes, but now they were fiercely competitive.

"Yes!" David exclaimed when he won, throwing up his hands, keeping hold of his controller. "You failed miserably."

"Cheater."

"Sore loser." David grinned at his friend and set down his controller. "So now that we've broken the ice, let's move on?"

Richard elbowed him. "1. Wrong idiom. 2. You just don't want to lose again."

David raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Of course it is."

David won again, and Richard, now at least a little bit cowed, let him change the game to something that needed less focus.

"So, a couple days ago," David began, only half-focused on the TV, "I was fucking this otter and I don't think he was used to getting inflated, 'cause he was freaking out a little. I kept going, though--I could tell he felt good--and I almost popped him just to see the look on his face when he came to."

Richard laughed. "I would've done it."

"He came back for more, yesterday. I hinted at popping him, but I didn't do it. I'll probably leave him hanging a couple more times, just to make sure he comes back. His ass is perfect."

"Yeah, I checked out a gloryhole the other day; I heard the furs in the stalls were used to hypers. The holes were definitely big enough for me, and so was the mouth of whoever sucked me. The guy was like a bloody vacuum for my cum; I'm telling you. And then I think the stalls were built popping, because instead of creaking under the pressure, they just held the fur in until they popped--earlier than usual, at that. I flooded half the stall afterwards, I did."

Both of them were starting to pop a boner thinking about it, although it was considerably slower as hypers. For now, all that was noticeable was that the bulges in their shorts were growing--but they certainly noticed it. Now, this was usually about the time they would pull up some porn and just jack off next to each other. It never went anywhere past that. This time, however...

For now, they kept playing. It became silent between them, a rare situation, but the slow burn of their growing arousal would not abate. They began to feel hotter; and it wasn't like they were exactly trying to ignore it or anything. But it was there, and neither could brush it off much longer.

They finished a level and set down their controllers.

...

"Fuck it, I'm horny," they both said, and at once, they were on each other. They mashed their lips together and started to kiss lustily, their coarse, feline tongues wrestling with each other in the middle of their mouths. One tongue would force its way into the other's mouth and attack its walls viciously, and then the other tongue would push back and have at it.

They stopped to catch their breath, panting and staring into each other's hungry eyes for just a few moments before they dove back in, moaning into the fierce kiss as they began to start feeling each other up. Their padded paws roved across their bodies, rubbing and kneading and groping whatever they could reach, tracing the outlines of their muscles and basking in their mutual warmth and virility.

They pulled back once again, panting heavily. David took the controllers and placed them on the table to the side. "So, this is finally happening, innit?" asked Richard.

"Took us long enough, huh?" David replied, and then he reached out and started pulling up the lion's shirt. Richard obliged, lifting up his arms so David could remove the shirt and throw it off to the side. Doing so revealed a very big helping of eye-candy: a taut, well-defined six-pack beneath distinct pectorals. The lion's musculature was so obvious as to be visible even under his fur, and David drank in the sight. Richard wasted no time in doing the same for David, exposing a similar sight, accented by the white tiger's stripes that crossed neatly in the middle of each pair of abs.

Then they went down on one another, this time focusing their oral efforts on each other's body, curling around each other as they licked at their heavily muscled torsos in much the same way as they would clean themselves. Richard laid soft kisses along the outline of David's abs, and the tiger focused attention on Richard's pecs, licking and kissing as he spiralled his way toward those erect nipples.

Not to be outdone, Richard started getting handsy, groping the still-growing bulge under David's shorts, squeezing with one hand and stroking with the other, even as he kept up his licking. David shuddered in response as the faint ebbs of pleasure rippled up his spine.

To return the favour, David made his way to the prize--one of Richard's sensitive nipples. He didn't waste a moment in suckling the erect protrusion, sending little shocks of pleasure through the lion. He switched to the other nipple and did the same thing, and then gently, he bit that nipple with the bluntest part of his teeth, eliciting a deep groan from his victim. Once again, he switched and gave Richard the same treatment, while, at the same time, he pinched and twisted the other nipple with his clipped claws.

Richard breathed in sharply. "Fuck," he moaned into David's chest. "We need to get to the real thing already."

David twisted the lion's nipple one more time, just to get a little jerk out of him, and then withdrew with a grin. "Heh, no objections here." He and Richard pulled down their shorts with ease and threw those to the side as well, leaving their tight, supporting thongs which, while protecting their junk, did not exactly conceal it--they were see-through mesh, and with the felines' cocks already poking out of their sheathes, the thong had been pushed forward so one could see the treasure within.

With a little struggle, they pulled those off, too, and their tapered dicks sprung free, now able to grow freely. Inch after inch grew from their sheathes as their burning desire found its outlet, and already they began to leak a stream of thin precum. Numerous tiny barbs littered their tips, and several larger ones ran down the length of each. The difference was at the base of their manhoods, though it was not exposed yet--David had a bulging knot, but Richard had another concentration of barbs, along with six barbs that were larger than all the rest.

Their faces already oriented toward the other's crotch, the two males shifted a little and bent down again, but this time with their muzzles right up against each other's growing shaft. Without further ado, they began their attack with fervour. David drew his long, coarse tongue up and down Richard's pecker, slathering it in saliva as he eagerly swallowed down the lion's pre. Richard, however, suckled on different parts of the white tiger's cock, especially focusing on the big, sensitive barbs running down David's length.

The mutual service kept them moaning and trembling with the gentle waves of pleasure that washed through their bodies. David circled his tongue around Richard's pointed tip and then closed his lips around it, sucking powerfully. The still-growing shaft throbbed and then shot one, two, three big globs of precum in a row that filled and then stuffed David's mouth, bulging out his cheeks with the sheer volume. He swallowed it all down quickly, and then sucked one more time for good measure, eliciting another heaping helping of tasty pre.

Richard, however, was focusing his efforts all around the middle of David's cock, but his repeated suckling coaxed out quite a bit more precum. Shot after hefty shot of precum splattered all over his chest and shoulders, soaking his fur more than what the tongue bath from earlier had done. In response, David began sucking more fervently, swallowing quickly to deal with the excessive volume of pre. He could already feel himself getting full.

Shortly, this became unfeasible as they both neared full mast, so they sat back up and shuffled away from each other. "So, who tops first?" asked Richard.

"Uh... Let's settle that later," David replied, hesitantly. "We need lube."

"Hah. That can be fixed easily." With that, Richard got up off the couch and moved toward the middle of the room, David following. By now they were both at full mast, and it was definitely a tempting sight. Both were pink and both were feline, but that was where the similarity stopped. David's cock stood proud at around 24 inches, as thick around as a typical mug. In stark contrast, Richard's was only a foot and a half--but he had maybe twice the girth, comparable to the size of a two-litre bottle.

Their balls hung heavily underneath them, only as big as softballs, but the size belied the magnitude of their virility. This would change soon enough, but for now, they focused on each other's cock, pressing up against each other and immediately starting to grind. Shudders ran through their bodies as their shafts touched, and those only amplified as they began to roll their hips gently, flesh rubbing against flesh, sending shivers up their spines.

The constant, slow leak of precum became faster, and their frotting started spreading it all over, making it easier to grind as they used their own massive volume of pre in place of lubricant. They made good use of their paws, too, spreading more precum across each other's tapered rod. The extra contact started coaxing out regular globs of pre that fired from their cocks and splattered under their chins--or passed their heads and fell back all over them.

Richard stared hungrily at David's much longer cock. He had not gotten much of a taste of the tiger's pre, but here it was, right in front of him. So, without ceasing his frottage, he tilted his head down and sealed his lips around David's cockhead. Immediately, his mouth was filled with a glob of precum that he eagerly swallowed down--and then another, and another, while his cock shot its payload at his neck and drenched his chest even more.

David grunted roughly and jerked his hips, thrusting a little into the lion's mouth, and the extra pleasure caused him to feed Richard bigger servings. He watched the lion's cheeks bulge again and again with his prolific output until Richard had drunk his fill.

Satisfied and soaked, Richard came back up, licking his lips. "So, you wanted to settle who tops? How about... Like this?" At the same time, he pushed David forward, forcibly turning him around and bending him down, all as quickly as possible. David was understandably surprised by this, and at first didn't react, but the lion had miscalculated and was too close to penetrate the tiger easily.

David seized the opportunity, pushing off the ground with his hands and destabilising his would-be captor. "So we're wrestling for it, are we? I'm down with that." As he spoke, he grabbed Richard's shoulder and pulled him down so that he tripped and fell forward, but Richard gripped the tiger's waist on the way down and pulled David with him.

They fell over each other in a heap, David on top, but Richard held his grip true as he slipped out from under his friend. David reacted quickly this time and started to struggle, so that when Richard had to get up and his grip weakened a little, he was able to roll out from under Richard's paws. He kicked the lion's legs out from under him and Richard fell on his knees.

David sprang up and grabbed Richard's shoulders, applying pressure to keep the lion on his knees, and then he decided to push the lion forward so he was prostrate, his firm ass exposed. "Gotcha." With one of his legs he casually brushed Richard's tail to the side, revealing an enticing view: a tight, puckered asshole tucked between two taut asscheeks that he fully expected would squeeze him just right.

Facing the ground, Richard grinned, knowing his advantage: David was just a bit too long. So, as the tiger pulled back so that he could aim properly, his grip loosened--and Richard jerked upwards. He grabbed David's chest and pulled him down so that the tiger, to keep his balance, instinctually fell on all-fours. Richard darted back and, by a small stroke of luck, ended up with the tip of his fat cock pressing up against David's asshole. "I win."

"... You win."

Richard grinned again. "In that case, get comfortable. This is going to be a rough ride." As David obliged, settling himself onto hands and knees, Richard drunk in the view. David's white-furred, black-striped ass was just as firm as his own, with powerful muscles that kept it toned and taut. It was the sort of sight that Richard loved to see--and fuck. Oh, and he was going to have fun.

David was getting himself into the mood. He wasn't exactly hesitating, and he certainly wasn't scared, but he had never taken anyone as big as Richard, before, so he was being filled with adrenaline. If he knew Richard at all, he knew the big lion was not going to hold back, and he had no qualms about that. That said, he released his tension and relaxed his pucker, ready--somewhat--for what was going to happen next.

Richard placed his hands on David's hips to get the leverage he needed, but he never moved his cock an inch away from his target. He was finally getting to claim this tiger, and he would not lose the opportunity. He squeezed and kneaded David's cheeks for a bit, holding back to tempt the tiger until he got the reaction he wanted: "Stop teasing me, dammit!"

"Oh? If that's how you want it, then I'm happy to oblige."

And then he slammed his hips forward, burying the tip and the fat head of his cock inside David's ass in one stroke. The tightness was incredible--David had obviously never taken a cock this size before, and the way that ass squeezed for dear life sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. David grunted from the force and speed Richard used to pry his asshole open wider than ever before. He felt stretched, almost too stretched, but there was no pain, only pleasure.

"Fuck," David breathed, his ass trying to squeeze on reflex but failing to apply any meaningful pressure. Richard's cock was just too massive, but David's tightness was more than enough to pleasure the lion. It really was a good thing that they had frotted beforehand, or else David might actually be writhing in pain right now. Instead, it was pure bliss, and they'd barely even started.

Richard took a few moments for them both to get adjusted to the tightness, and then, laboriously, he began to push forward. Now that he had shoved himself in, he just needed to go deeper, and deeper he went, burying inch after inch of his obscenely thick cock in David's asshole. The tiger's thighs were spread wide, almost too wide, and his ass was gaped massively, but Richard just kept going, prying open more and more of David's insides.

Deeper and deeper Richard went, and deeper and deeper David felt the stretch. Alarm bells might have been ringing somewhere in his mind, but when the lion's girth crushed his prostate, the pleasure overwhelmed everything. His gut began to stretch as Richard stuffed in more of his shaft, and a tight outline appeared of that girthy cockhead. The stretching was obscene, the feeling heavenly, and Richard just kept going.

Richard couldn't help but notice it either, and the sight only spurred on his arousal more. He began spurting precum in greater quantities than before. Bulges ran up the underside of his length as he forced his pre through David's insides, and then he began firing glob after hefty glob of hot precum to fill the tiger up.

The sheer volume of it quickly started to fill up David's colon, flooding into his intestines and inundating his insides with translucent white. Warmth filled his belly as Richard stuffed him with more than just meat, and he began firing off his own pre, soaking both his belly and the carpet.

Richard stopped short of the base of his cock, just before reaching his biggest barbs. He wanted to save the best for last. He paused here for a moment, once again letting David get adjusted, still shooting more and more precum, and then, finally, he could wait no longer.

David felt Richard yank his manhood back, but, instead of relief from less stretching, his senses were overwhelmed as the lion's many barbs flared up and dragged at his ass. The hundreds of tiny hooks on that cockhead pulled at his insides as they closed up, and the larger ones down Richard's length seemed to rip at his asshole in the best way possible. One even hooked on his pleasure-button, sending a massive flare of pleasure up his spine.

Both he and Richard let out moans. Richard's barbs were sensitive in their own way, and every single one of them sent shocks of pleasure that combined into a massive blow. The feeling of his spines dragging across someone's inner canals never got old, and it was always bliss.

Richard pulled back around half of his rod before thrusting back in with abandon. Instead of the slow prying from before, he yanked David's ass open, his forceful thrust loosening the tiger right back up, replacing the ecstasy of the spines with the bliss of unrelenting tightness. There were many reasons they both loved sex, and this was one of Richard's favourites.

David's breath caught in his throat as Richard yanked his shaft back right away, and then the lion established a rhythm, sawing in and out of David's ass with firm, unrelenting thrust. No matter how tightly those barbs tried to hold onto David's ass, Richard would always pull back just as fast as the last thrust, and no matter how tightly David's insides tried to close up, Richard would always fill him all the way back up with relentless speed.

A slow stream of moans and groans escaped both of their mouths as a much faster stream of precum flowed from their feline rods. Richard was still shooting hefty loads of precum that only got heavier as the lion fucked harder, and soon enough, David's intestines were stuffed so full that the precum started forcing its way into his stomach. He gasped as he felt his belly start to swell, and his arousal jumped up a few notches.

"Harder, dammit," he growled, laying a paw on his slightly bulging belly. He couldn't help but purr a little at the feeling.

Richard scoffed. "So greedy. But you asked for it." During his next thrust, he finally plunged the entirety of his red rocket into David's ass, pushing out his gut even farther--and burying his biggest barbs just inside of the tiger's asshole. His hips clapped firmly against David's asscheeks, and his balls swung back and forth.

Knowing that it would be a struggle, he pulled back roughly, and the big barbs flared wide and hooked firmly inside of the tiger's pucker--but he kept pulling anyway, all his barbs dragging at once until he managed to pull out the first few inches of his shaft. A string of expletives spilled from David's mouth; it felt like the barbs were pulling his ass with them, but they did no such thing--they just amplified the pleasure.

The stronger jolts that accompanied his bigger barbs kicked Richard's ecstasy up a few notches, and he let out a deep growl, plunging back in powerfully after pulling out just a few inches. Then he did the same thing, eliciting another cry from the tiger beneath him.

As his pleasure grew, so did his balls. With every short, forceful thrust, they swelled up a little bit more, and his precum output swelled, too. Soon, his balls were smacking David's thighs with every thrust, and he was firing more and more precum, such that the bulge in the tiger's stomach began to lose definition as Richard swelled his victim.

David was not at all displeased by this new development. He could feel himself getting fuller and fuller, and the slow stretching of his stomach was nothing short of blissful. And the stretching only got faster, accompanied with harder thrusts and deeper pleasure. Those barbs tugged on his insides again and again, always reluctant to let go of him, and he loved it.

Though his ass was loosening up from the constant stretching, the feeling of such a massive shaft buried inside him was no less amazing. If only he and Richard had done this before! This was too amazing to have passed up for so long. He could feel those massive balls smacking him, still growing, until they stopped impacting him and he realised they had grown too big to fit between Richard's legs.

The lion's balls had grown to the size of watermelons and were still growing, now tucked neatly behind his legs as he jackhammered into David. He was getting closer, but he still had a lot more growing to do before he was really ready to unload. But the tiger's belly was still filling with Richard's warm pre, and he already looked several months pregnant. But that was nothing, yet.

For at least another ten minutes, although it seemed much longer, Richard slammed David's ass with reckless abandon. Both his balls and David's belly kept growing and growing, and by now, each was about the size of a yoga ball. While the lion's balls sagged, the tiger's belly was relatively taut, and he no longer needed to hold himself up with his arms; he was so full.

"Haah..." Richard breathed, as he continued in earnest. The steady, unrelenting input of pleasure was quickly growing hotter, and he knew that he was just about there. "Fuck, David, I'm almost there." He hadn't the presence of mind for anything else elaborate--his mind was filled with pleasure and sex and nothing else.

David mentally braced himself. He, too, was getting close, and he expected intense sensations coming very soon. He felt Richard slow down abruptly, making one, two, three choppy thrusts as the flow of precum ceased, and then he felt a powerful throbbing that was only getting stronger. The barbs at the base of Richard's shaft flared out and stretched his hole wider, this time locking securely in place, while the rest of his length stretched him more naturally and kept up a tight seal.

Then Richard came. He let out a manic roar as his balls tightened up and his cock pulsed wildly, and then a torrent of cum burst from his urethra, blasting David's insides and overwhelming the previous flow of precum by volumes. Gallons upon gallons of spunk rushed from the lion's shaft, inundating David's stomach and surpassing all the pre that had filled the tiger within seconds.

David's gut began to bloat out rapidly, expanding by inches and then feet as he swelled. But the speed of Richard's orgasm only multiplied from there, the geyser of jism growing more powerful by degrees. The force was so great that a good quantity of the hot cum came boiling up David's throat, bulging out his cheeks and then forcing his mouth open, spilling out like a veritable waterfall. But this was by no means enough to offset Richard's output.

The influx of pleasure that overwhelmed Richard's mind infected David's, as the multitude of sensations sent him over the edge, heavenly ecstasy compounding with the filling and stretching to create the perfect storm. He, too, shot a torrent of cum, but with nowhere near the lion's volume; David hadn't let his balls grow like Richard had. But the cum spilling his mouth and cock still had the potential to give the room its own nice filling.

David's gut stretched to the point that it was now holding both him and Richard up off the ground. The distension had overcome any sort of natural barriers--instead of his stomach being completely taut, it was somewhat flexible, holding them up while spreading more evenly. But the feeling of stretching only grew more and more intense.

When Richard reached the peak of his climax, he had filled his tiger to over a quarter the size of the room, and David was still growing like crazy, moaning and groaning from the stretching. Richard's orgasm hovered at this level for a short time, spunk practically hosing out of David's mouth, though he still grew and grew.

Once Richard's peak began to slow down, David began to feel like his stomach was getting tight, and soon straining. He had never been filled like this before, but he knew it was the will of the top how much you could take before it was too much and the rest just spilled out. His arms were draped listlessly over his obscene belly, but he couldn't help but rub what he could reach, just to feel how big he was, how tight.

His orgasm had just finished dying down, so now he felt the full brunt of the stretching. It was blissful in its own way, getting filled like this, and he was already getting hard again--though that was a footnote to his strained condition. He was stretched raw, both his gaped asshole and his obscene belly, and he was only getting tighter.

Eventually, Richard's orgasm petered out entirely, and he panted heavily, basking in the afterglow. However, he stayed hard--he had exceptional stamina, and he could do this again and again if he really wanted to. For now, though, he just fed his arousal with the sight of David's belly, keeping the seal.

"Hmm... I suppose you can't have _too_big a belly when it's your turn," he said, and then, without giving David time to process the statement, he cast a spell many hypers knew well. The tiger's gut transformed so that, in an instant, it was only so full that he looked pregnant, and all the cum that had been in that space, released from its holdings, finally escaped. It exploded outward, splattering everything in sight--the ceiling, the walls, the TV, and, of course, both Richard and David.

The entire room was soaked, especially the two friends. David fell from the air and Richard caught him, setting him down in the flooded room. The sheer amount of cum had filled the room high enough to reach the entrance, which was raised a couple feet above the floor. The rest had spread out into the connected rooms, filling the living quarters with the scent of a lot of sex. It was a good thing there were spells for this.

David sighed happily. "That was amazing. No, that was fuckin' mind-blowing. Fuck, I can't believe how big you were. How fuckin' full_you made me. ... _Fuck." He rubbed his stuffed-belly, halfway submerged in the pool of cum he knelt in.

Richard grinned. "Well, don't dawdle, then. I want a piece of this too, y'know. Ain't all about you."

"Oh. Right." David frowned and thought for a moment--he had to top Richard's performance somehow, or the lion would never let him live it down. And, as he realised, he had just the booster he needed. He was sitting in it. "Heh. You think you filled me up?" Under the surface of the small sea of cum, the tiger's balls glowed... And the level of jism began to drop, while his balls grew.

"Bloody..." Richard whispered, as he realised what was happening. "How much do you want to fill me?"

"The answer is yes." Spunk began to disappear from everywhere--the walls, the ceiling, the furniture--until, after just a few more seconds, everything but the furs was pristine, as if nothing had ever happened. But something definitely had happened, because David's nuts were already the size of exercise balls. "And I haven't even started to grow. You're in for it, buddy."

Richard shuddered. And then he licked his lips. "Fuck me."

"Heh." Now weighed down by such massive junk, David knew he wouldn't be able to move his hips all that much. But if there was one place he was definitely strong, it was his arms. So, slowly, he got up, hindered a bit by his cumbersome balls, and he moved nearer to the couches before lying on his back, feet facing the couch, two-footer pointing straight up. His balls rested upon his legs, pretty much immobilising him, but that was okay. "C'mere and ride me."

Richard obliged, eagerly. He stepped over to where David was and stood over the tiger's impressive length, facing away from that intimidating ballsack. As he did so, his tail brushed softly over David's enormous, oh-so-sensitive balls, already eliciting a moan--and a hefty glob of precum that David shot right up into Richard's own tight pucker, splattering all over his ass.

David reached for the lion's hips and guided him downwards, keeping him aimed squarely over his tapered tip, and shortly, his cum-covered cockhead was knocking on the lion's backdoor. Richard paused, but David did not, yanking Richard downward with his strong arms and impaling his friend on the first few inches of his rod.

Richard grunted from the sudden sensation. David was nowhere thick as he was, but he was still bloody girthy, and Richard felt well and truly stretched. And instead of entering slowly like Richard had, David yanked again and again, burying extra inches inside of the lion in choppy "thrusts". One of these forceful jerks saw the tiger ramming against Richard's prostate.

The sudden impact pushed his button just right and sent a wave of pleasure rippling through his ass and up his cock, coaxing forth a glob of precum that splattered all over David's face. Realising his perfect position, Richard grinned--this way, he still had a method with which to assert his dominance.

Evidently, David realised this, too. So, to solidify his position as the true dominant partner, he went all-out on his next thrust, dragging Richard all the way down the second half of his cock as fast as he could, punching through the lion's insides and filling him up very well. His incredible length had bulged Richard's belly out even more than Richard had his, and an outline of David's feline cock was extremely obvious, as if Richard's gut were just another cocksleeve.

Richard breathed in sharply at the sudden sensation. More inches of his insides had been stretched open than ever before, and the pleasure was breath-taking. The feeling of being a living cocksleeve... he had done it to others many, many times, but to have it happen to him, and with something so long, was amazing.

As quickly as he yanked the lion down, David pulled him back up, the sticking power of the barbs nothing compared to his strength. Richard groaned as he felt those barbs pull at him, though it didn't last for long, because David only pulled him up a few inches before ramming him right back down. The sight of his cock bulging someone's belly always made David incredibly horny, and he didn't like it to disappear unless it was because he was filling that someone up with his cum.

And so he began his anal assault, yanking Richard up and down his rod in earnest, not even breaking a sweat. A spell would help him thrust harder, but for now, it was all him, manhandling the brute who had fucked his ass--which was still_gaping--raw. It was _his turn to top, and he would give his friend the treatment he deserved. A rough one.

In his position, it was frighteningly easy for him to slam Richard down, and he made full use of this, ramming Richard's taut ass like a freight train with every thrust. The speed of the stimulation was making it intense for both of them, and they both found themselves shooting precum regularly.

Richard made David's upper body an absolute mess of slimy pre, but David battered Richard's insides; when he shot precum, he shot precum, slamming the lion's inner walls with big, messy globs of precum. It helped that the tiger's balls were already massive, but they were only going to get bigger. It took less than a minute of precum to fill up Richard's stomach, and then the swelling started.

Seeing what his enhanced sack could do only made David hornier. When Richard's belly started to grow, so did David's balls, and as both got heavier, the tiger only fucked his friend harder, the force enhanced by telekinesis. His thrusts were short and choppy, subjecting Richard to the repeated yanking of twenty-four inches of barbs that stretched the lion's asshole wide enough for some of the precum to start leaking out.

However, soon there would be no more waste. The slight bulge at the base of David's shaft began to slowly grow with his pleasure, which meant that every few thrusts Richard's asshole would be stretched wider. At first this was negligible and practically unnoticeable, but soon enough, Richard began to feel like his ass was being pried open more and more.

His pucker naturally tightened up around David's length, but that only meant it was promptly stretched wide, and wider every thrust. It got to the point that he was grunting with every other thrust as the tiger's knot reached nearly the girth of his own cock. This was David's trump card, and it was destroying him. And he loved it.

David only had more growing to do. His balls surpassed the girth of the sofa they'd been sitting on, and Richard's heavy stomach had pushed his own cock down so it was right in front of the tiger's mouth. Just for kicks, David swallowed a load of the lion's precum every now and then, slowly filling his belly.

But what was most relevant to Richard was that David's knot had now surpassed the lion's girth, and it was still growing. It felt like his asshole was being practically torn open with every thrust, but there was only pleasure, not pain. The stretch was intense, and he knew for sure that his ass would be gaping quite a bit more than David's after this, and probably longer. If this was what the tiger did to everyone, Richard wondered why he hadn't gotten a piece of this a long time ago. Or, he would, if he weren't being assaulted with a wrecking ball of a knot every few seconds.

David was getting tired, but he was also getting close. It was getting harder and harder to pull Richard down his massive knot, so he knew he'd have to end this. His balls grew so big that the diameter of one surpassed the height of either feline, and when David could tell that had happened, he made one last forceful thrust, stretching Richard's pucker one last time.

Now, all he could do was grind, and grind he did. He was so close to climax that that was all he needed to do. His knot continued to grow, slowly, inexorably tearing Richard's ass wider and wider as it well and truly tied and sealed the lion. There would be no getting out of this--not that either of them wanted that. They were very quickly approaching the height of pleasure.

David couldn't take it anymore. His orgasm barrelled into him like a freight train, and his cock exploded in pleasure, an enormous geyser of cum erupting deep into Richard's belly, immediately starting to make the lion's stomach swell as he was filled without restraint. Gallons upon gallons of spunk flooded into Richard within moments, his gut quickly distending outward as David pumped him up.

Overwhelmed by all the sensations, Richard came as well, his own firehose of spooge firing directly at the mouth of David, who eagerly accepted the offering, his own belly starting to fill, albeit with much less volume. One could say it only spurred the tiger to fill Richard faster, and so the lion's stomach billowed outward, expanding by feet and then yards.

Eventually, his gut filled the whole room, but David was by no means done. With nowhere else to go, having pressed everything up against the wall, Richard's belly started filling the room adjacent to the living room, and from there, it expanded to fill more and more of the house, hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of jism totally stuffing Richard.

Richard's climax had long since passed, but he was completely overwhelmed by the stretching, feeling practically everything pressing against him. It was as if his stomach had become a massive pleasure centre, and the stimulation was everywhere. All he knew was that he was getting bigger and bigger, and he had no idea when it would stop.

But, luckily for him, David's orgasm began to wane. By the time it had finished, Richard had expanded to fill almost the whole house. Any more and the lion might have popped, with nowhere else for his belly to go. But now, David, smothered by such a massive gut, was facing a predicament--he could drain Richard, but that would flood the house completely.

However, it was the only way, and he knew that, once he was done, he could try teleporting all the semen... somewhere. Maybe dump it on some poor sods in the park; heaven knows it was flooded with the stuff often enough. Reluctantly, he cast the spell, reverting Richard's belly back to normal. With that, the immense volume of cum exploded outward, released from its confinement, totally flooding the house with less than an inch to spare between the surface and the ceiling.

David couldn't help but gulp down a few more gallons of seed, his belly bloating a few inches to fill the space that he had freed up, and then he teleported all the cum away. They both sighed happily, fully contented. Richard was still stuck on David's softly pulsing cock, ass stretched oh-so-wide, but they both just basked in the afterglow.

"Fuckin' hell," Richard breathed. "Next time, we're doing this outside."