FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

****DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only (18+ years) and contains sexual descriptions of male/male interaction, muscles, hyperphallia, inflation, growth, musk etc. I will not be held accountable for any discontent this may cause. Please do not comment about the subject matter if it is not to your liking.*****

Check Engine

Having to deal with a mechanic can be a nightmare for anyone. If one doesn't know much about vehicles, they can easily be taken advantage of. A change could take days. The bill could be thousands of dollars. It always helps to know a mechanic personally, whether they be friend or family. As such, whenever Jeffery's check engine light came on, he wasn't too shaken up about it. He was already on his way to Vincent's, anyway.

It didn't come without frustration, however. The bulky mouse rubbed through his curly red hair, sighing to himself while he rode down the street in his sedan. He usually had his police car, but sometimes, he simply enjoyed the casualness of the day. That, and people were usually less uptight around him and his vehicle.

After about ten minutes of driving, Jeff slowly pulled in front of the large building that belonged to his close friend. The mouse slipped out of the car, smoothing out his blue tank top and adjusting his black shorts to make his fat package more comfortable. After moving his sweatband up above his brows a bit more, Jeff shut the door and locked it with the remote. Noticing that Vincent was deep under the hood of another vehicle with earbuds in, the mouse crept up and poked his back, causing the squirrel to jump.

"God DAMN it, Jeff!" Vincent snarled, whipping around and glaring at the snickering mouse.

The big, dark rodent was clad in his blue overalls that did nothing to hide his broad chest and pink nipples. The denim was stained with a few patches of grease and oil. He stood a few heads above Jeff, which would've made him look intimidating, had Jeff not known Vincent. The squirrel thinned his eyes as he looked over Jeff's face, his chest rising and falling before he pulled his earbuds out, smirking.

Vincent grunted as he slung his beefy arm around the mouse's neck, pulling him forward into his meaty, sweat tinted pectoral and pit as he dug his knuckles into the red hair of the white-furred mouse. He laughed as Jeffery struggled against it, trying to pull back while his hair was mussed, face coated with the brine and scent of the squirrel's work day. The masculine scent combined with the oil and metallic atmosphere didn't assist in the sudden surge of firmness in the mouse's shorts.

"V-Vince! Stop!" Jeffery squealed, huffing and trying to tug back as his shorts bulged further, "I'm sorry! Let go! F-Fuck!"

Vincent snorted a chuckle and released the smaller male, crossing his broad arms afterward while he puffed his chest out.

"That's dangerous, you know. I could easily be injured from something like that," he snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry," Jeff huffed, wiping his sweat-covered face in a paper towel he grabbed by the outside sink.

"You're earlier than expected," Vincent grunted, bringing his paw to his hair to comb away the bangs that dripped with sweat.

Jeff threw the paper towel away and huffed, snorting and wiping what he could of that scent from his nose. There was still a bit there, but he would have to bear it--at least, until later.

"Yeah, well... as luck would have it, my engine light came on," the mouse mumbled with a frown.

"Ah, we'll have to see what's going on then. Hop in and drive it up, I'll guide you," Vincent replied, walking to the side of the pit while he grinned.

Jeff got back in the car and revved the engine and drove it forward into Vince's workshop. It inched forward toward the empty spot beside the one he was working on.

"Easy does it, keep it coming," Vincent called out as he watched the car slowly move forward, "roll the window down so I can direct you."

Jeff did as he was told, moving it in bit by bit while sticking his head out. He watched Vincent's form moving along the side the car, raising an eyebrow--the squirrel wasn't moving. In fact, whenever he put his brakes on, Vincent took a few steps forward and suddenly shoved his massive package into the frame. It was so fat that it pinned the mouse to the seat, locking him down while he grunted and jerked. He shoved against it, practically squeaking as that groin bulged against him.

Vincent smirked and leaned forward, pressing along the roof of the sedan, leaving his gigantic groin to smother over the mouse's torso and face. He flicked the antennae on the hood and hummed somewhat, giving a few grinds of his swelling junk against the small frame inside. He felt the wriggling of the mouse, only assisting in stretching his girth further. It filled the window even more, starting to lock him in while he hummed to himself.

"V-Vincent! I said... I was sorry! Stop!" the mouse groaned, trying to push the massive junk away from him. It was only hanging lower and heavier, pinning him farther into the seat before he felt it starting to tug backward. He felt it jolt about, jostling while the squirrel tried to pull back, though it seemed he was stuck. With a deeper huff, Jeff shoved against the giant package of the squirrel, assisting him in squeezing through the window before it popped out with a "SPLORT". The front of the squirrel's suspenders was darkened with dampness.

"I'm just adjusting your antennae, hold on," the squirrel stated, smirking as he shoved his huge package into the window once more, reaching to adjust the metal extension on the roof. The bloated junk, barely contained by the overalls, was smothering the smaller mouse in the seat while he squirmed and squeaked. He shoved against it, causing it to hit the horn multiple times while Vincent obviously teased him.

Vincent continued until he felt the mouse grip around his junk. It left him to gasp whenever he felt the muzzle digging into it, causing it to bloat further, straining his overalls while he was stimulated. The squirrel began to pull back, feeling himself getting caught along the frame of the window. He tugged and grunted, gripping the roof of the car to try to release himself, but he had swollen too large. It seems his teasing had gone too far.

Realizing that his friend was having a bit of difficulty, Jeffery smirked and gripped it a bit more.

"Aw, what's wrong, Vince? Having some trouble?" the mouse asked with a snicker, burying his face into it again while he gripped it harder.

"O-okay, you can stop now. I was just triyng... nngh... to move your antennae," Vincent groaned.

"You're shoving your junk into me on purpose!" Jeffery murmured.

"Yeah, well, you should've moved out of the way. There's another door on the other side," Vincent huffed, trying to tug a bit harder.

Jeffery snorted and gripped around it a bit more, and with surprising strength, shoved it backward, squeezing it through the window frame and popped out, leaving Vincent to stumble back with a heavy slosh and gurgle below. The mouse laughed and opened the door, sidling out of his car and then slammed it closed, reaching down and giving a heavy pat to the squirrel's junk.

"I could've left you there, but I didn't want to get the inside of my car flooded," the mouse murmured, leaning forward to grip into it a bit harder, squeezing it and rolling it.

"Yeah, well, if I rip out of my overalls, I'm gonna fuck you on top of it," Vincent rumbled--it wasn't necessarily negative. On the contrary, Vincent almost hoped Jeffery would continue.

"You know that's for later. Just calm down, crazy squir," the mouse replied, patting the wet spot with a smirk before pulling back.

Vincent huffed and grunted, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his junk in his strained overalls. He walked over to Jeffery's car and lifted the hood.

"You don't have to stop the other car to work on mine," Jeff murmured, moving forward as he looked over the insides of the pick-up truck that Vincent was working on before.

"Nah, it's all good. This one's gonna take a while anyway," Vincent replied while propping the hood up with the metal wire inside. Afterward, he went around to the driver's seat and plugged up his scanner tool. After a few moments, he frowned and hummed, letting out a tsk or two.

Vincent looked around beneath the hood, going around and removing a few of the plastic coverings that protected the metal bits beneath. He began to fiddle with a few wires before he grunted.

"Hey Jeff, grab the light lying on the edge of the truck over there and hold it up for me, will ya?" the dark squirrel murmured.

The mouse blinked and looked down at the light before he grabbed it.

"Can't you hang these up?" Jeff murmured, looking over the metal cylinder.

"Uuuh... hook's broken," the squirrel replied.

"It is literally attached," the mouse grunted.

"Just fuckin' hold it Jeff, god damn," Vincent growled, looking back at the smaller mouse.

"Fine, fine, geez," Jeff huffed as he lifted it to illuminate the area.

Vincent began to move a few wires around while he looked at Jeffery out of the corner of his eye. He hummed and rubbed along his chin, letting another "tsk" out. He began to press against the mouse as he looked around, letting his large arm bump into Jeff's as he reached over.

"Hmmm... not good," the squirrel murmured.

Jeff shoved back against Vincent as he looked down at the motor.

"Stop that. What's not good?" Jeffery grunted while he held the light up. It was difficult to ignore the oil and metallic scent coming from his companion being so close, taking a few glances at the huge pecs that pressed along the squirrel's chin.

"Got a part to replace, might take a while," Vincent replied while stroking his broad chin.

"What part?" Jeffery grunted, "how much is it gonna cost?"

"Seems like it's your... um... head gaskets. I dunno about cost, I'll have to check the part prices," the squirrel murmured, rubbing through his hair while he looked to the side again.

Jeffery grunted and combed through his own red hair and groaned in frustration, lifting his head and scratching his head. He wasn't expecting the large arm to grip around him again, but his face was suddenly between two huge dark pecs, coated once more in sweat and squirrel musk. He squirmed and pressed against the huge mounds, pressing them out while he sputtered, grunting and glaring up at Vincent's face.

"It won't cost too much, just a bit of sexy time," Vincent rumbled, waggling his eyebrows.

"What are you, some kind of prostitute mechanic? Prostichanic? Mechanitute?" the mouse huffed with a smirk.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, baby," he growled and trailed a sloppy lick over Jeffery's muzzle before laughing and letting him go.

Jeffery brought a paw up and smacked one of the poorly-covered mounds of muscle and dark fur, grunting before wiping his face onto his shirt. It was a bit hot out and he was getting damp with sweat as well. With a roll of his shoulders, he flexed his back to make the muscles ripple with his fur, adjusting his tank top. He felt a bit thicker from his tension down below, but he saw the squirrel staring at him, leaving him to raise an eyebrow.

"Well, no use in waiting around, I'll put the order in soon. Let's head up," the squirrel murmured, soon grinning and brought his arm around the mouse's waist. Scooping up the protesting male, Vincent laughed a bit while Jeff squirmed. He gripped him close and growled against him, nuzzling his muzzle into the mouse's neck while he trotted through the workshop and up to his flat above.

"Vincent! Put me down!" the mouse grunted as he shoved against the huge pecs that were shoving along his face with each step the squirrel took. They bounced into his face and smacked him, flicking sweat over his face and coating him in more of the squirrel's masculine scent. He shoved a bit more and managed to push himself out of the burly arms, smoothing down his shirt while he thinned his eyes at his fellow rodent.

"Oh, I figured you would like to be carried across the threshold like the damsel you are, dear," Vincent teased, bowing in a princely manner.

"Ha ha ha. Shut up," he grunted, punching his arm once more before he followed Vincent up the stairs to the squirrel's flat.

The inside of the squirrel's living space was rather messy. It had the necessities of any household--a small kitchenette in the corner, a spacious living room with a big television and gaming consoles in front, a bedroom off to the side, and furniture to make any stay comfortable. However, there were quite a few pieces of clothing, a few empty plates, and dishes in the sink that had to have been there for quite some time.

"Geez, Vincent. You think one would clean a place before you have guests," the mouse murmured, picking up a few of the male's clothes to bring them to the hamper.

"Pfffft, guest, right," Vincent replied, picking up the empty plates.

"Well, still. It's a mess in here," Jeff said with disapproval.

"Sorry mom," Vincent sneered with a chuckle afterward, "it's not that bad."

Jeffery snorted after he threw the clothing into the basket before walking back to the couch, flumping down onto it while he watched the squirrel clean up a bit more. He rolled his shoulders and then picked up the remote control off the small coffee table, flicking on the television while he waited. He heard the dishes clattering into the sink before he heard the heavy steps come up behind him.

"Gonna go wash up a bit. Want to join?" the squirrel rumbled as he brought his paws down, sliding them along the front of the mouse's chest, squeezing with a firm grip.

"Hmmm... tempting. But nah, you go ahead. I'll wait," Jeffery replied while he sprawled on the couch, grinning slightly to himself.

"Alright, I won't be too long," Vincent said as he walked to the bathroom.

After he was out of sight, Jeff perked himself up on the couch and thinned his eyes toward the direction of the bathroom. He noticed the crack in the door from the light shining through. Perhaps he forgot to shut it from living alone? Either way, after a few minutes, his thin, long tail flicked before he picked himself up. He moved slowly toward the bathroom door and then peeked through with a smirk.

Vincent had dropped his overalls a while back. He was standing stark naked in front of the mirror, striking a pose. He had both arms lifted above his head, biceps tensed and swollen while he smirked with his big, pearly whites showing. He brought one paw over to rub along the other bicep, squeezing it and testing its firmness. The veins were visible beneath the dark fur, but even with the work of the day still on his body, it had a sheen to it.

The squirrel's big, pink member was swaying downward, past his knees while it swayed with his movements. It was still in a stirred state since he had just got his huge bulge stuck in Jeff's window, so the veins were even visible along the length. The huge nuts below moved as well, sloshing almost audibly, the sound bouncing off the tile with his bounces. He reached down and squeezed along his length, grunting out while he licked his lips.

"Damn Jeffery, gettin' me hard all the time," he huffed out.

Jeff smirked from behind the door, flicking his long tail.

Vincent trailed his paw along his huge dick, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers and palm, stroking and massaging with deep grunts to himself. Precum was visibly drooling onto the floor, but he slowly pulled himself from the mirror to move to his stand-up shower. He swayed his hips, letting his huge, bushy tail rise to expose his thick, flexing rump. It tensed and wobbled with each step he took while his thighs rippled over with his natural movement.

After turning the water on, he winced and jumped back from the coldness. After a few moments, he lifted his head and let it course over his face. It began to mat his fur, dribbling over the mountains of muscle while he stood there, sighing in delight while it warmed up. The more his fur and hair flattened, the bigger and more defined he looked. His fur parted where the water was streaming, showing off the thick veins that mapped along those limbs.

Jeffery stared through the small crack while the squirrel began to wash himself. He reached down and gripped his own hardening groin, feeling it swell in his shorts while he stared at the showering squirrel. It seemed that Vince was graceful in his movements, and if anything, more flamboyant than usual. The thought of Vincent doing all of this on purpose crossed his mind. If he did, then Jeffery was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

The mouse continued to squeeze at himself while he huffed, watching Vincent rub his paws over his body with a wash cloth, getting the shampoo worked into it. The muscles over his body rippled and bulked with each move of his paw, the size seeming to simply increase with each passing moment. Jeff gripped at his groin a bit more, rolling his fat junk in his shorts while he breathed a bit heavier. The scent of Vincent was still around, but the soap's added pleasure only furthered his interest.

Jeffery's shorts began to dampen at the front, causing him to grunt and look down. He had already made a puddle of sticky liquid beneath, causing him to slightly panic. He left the door for a moment and walked to the squirrel's kitchenette, grabbing a few paper towels to mop up the mess he had made. He went back and picked up the precum with them, peeking through again to see that Vincent had gotten his cock up and throbbing, letting the water wash over it.

Vincent let out a deep grunt as he griped an arm around it, sliding along while the precum ran with the water, spiraling down the drain beneath. He moved his massive limb up and down while leaning back against the wall, now facing the door, but keeping his head held up while he was arching in. He smirked, however, whenever he continued, slowly spreading his legs and letting his huge squirrel nuts slap against the wall with heavy thuds.

Jeffery hadn't noticed that he had only made a bigger mess beneath him, with the paper towels soaked to the brim. His cock was hanging down his leg through his shorts, dribbling like a faucet now. He felt his cock touch the cool floor, breaking him of his stupor for a moment. He looked down, giving a snort to himself before he ran to Vincent's linen closet and scooped out a cloth towel. He mopped up the puddle he made and pressed it to the head of his member while he watched Vincent continuing to stroke.

Vincent groaned a bit louder as he pumped his massive member. It pulsed bigger and heavier in his arm, pressing along the glass door of his shower while the fountain of precum splashed along like a geyser. He arched and gripped his other arm around it, pumping heavily and lifting his head back as he bit his lower lip. He humped harder and his cock went rigid, balls pulling up and suddenly exploding up into the ceiling of his shower. The cum shot all over, blanketing the front of the glass door and drained downward.

Jeffery stared with maw agape as the glass was painted white, hearing the heavy splats and spurts drowning out the sound of rushing water. It splattered to the patterned floor of the shower, draining as much as it could, but it seemed to rise around the squirrel's feet bit by bit. As the mouse watched, he saw the dark figure growing more and more blurry behind the curtain of cum. Figuring that he couldn't get any more pleasure out of watching, Jeff quickly mopped up the rest of the liquid that had spilled, threw the towel in the hamper, and tried to hide his hard on.

The mouse took a few heavy breaths, flexing his thighs a bit and making them bulk outward. He grunted, turning the television to something less exciting, and then continued to flex a few muscles. He brought his arm up to flex his bicep, causing it to surge a bit larger while his thighs continued to work and pump blood elsewhere other than his fat rodent cock. It was working--his member slowly receded in turgidity and back into his shorts, leaving him to sigh in relief as he leaned back into the couch he sat on.

A big, damp paw smacked onto his shoulder, causing him to squeak and nearly fall off.

"VINCENT!" Jeff snarled as he whirled around.

"Gotcha back," the squirrel snickered as he tugged his massively-bulging towel around his waist, plopping himself on the couch as he sighed in delight.

"You already got me back in the car," the mouse replied while staring down at the package that was barely covered by the flap of cloth Vincent had around his waist. He took a heavy swallow and then grunted, looking back to the television before his groin got hard again.

"Aw, but it's so cute when you squeak," the squirrel teased, reaching over to ruffle through the red curly hair of his companion.

"Yeah and it's cute when you're NAKED," Jeff retorted, gripping that towel and practically ripped it from the squirrel's waist and tossing it to the side. He smirked, but then perked his ears whenever he saw his fellow rodent's response.

Much to Jeffery's dismay, Vincent shrugged it off and yawned, simply sitting on the couch as he reached for the remote.

"I mean, it's not the first time I've been told that," the squirrel stated while his own smirk grew, turning the television to the proper input. His huge junk once again slapped between his thighs while he picked himself up from the couch, going forward toward the television to grab the video game controllers beneath. He turned and happily sauntered forward, right in front of Jeffery, slowly leaning himself down and settling his massive junk onto the mouse's lap.

Jeffery gasped and squirmed whenever he saw Vincent walking toward him, his face reddening when that massive groin shoved into his waist so nonchalantly. Sometimes he was completely unprepared for the squirrel's antics. He reached up to push against the massive sac as it lowered downward, but that cock flopped against his chest and face as the male practically gave him a hyperphallic lap dance.

"V-Vincent, what are you doing?" Jeffery grunted while the huge orbs sloshed against him, shakily reaching to the orbs and squeezing into them.

"Just giving you your controller. Want to play some Splatoon first? Or shall we jump straight to... Netflix," the squirrel smirked while he leaned forward, rumbling while he trailed his claws through the red hair once more.

"I-it's too early... for Netflix," the mouse murmured, panting slightly while his bulge came up again, pressing to the bottom-side of that gigantic set of nuts. His breathing picked up while he rolled the huge mounds of flesh and fur beneath his fingers, kneading and squeezing before the controller was dropped on top of the fat balls.

"Grab your controller then," Vincent murmured, leaning down and growling while trailing his muzzle against the mouse's heated one.

Jeff grabbed it and gave a smack to those massive nuts, nipping the squirrel's chin before shoving him to the side with a surprising, swift push, making Vincent slip to the side and onto his back into the cushions. He huffed and adjusted his shorts, not worrying that his big cock was pushing down his shorts leg again. He grunted and used the controller to turn on the console, watching Vincent squirming to sit back up, smirking all the while.

"You're an ass," Jeff murmured while he loaded up the game.

"Nah, you're the ass, I'm the cock that pounds it," Vincent murmured, leaning to his right to press against the side of his friend.

Jeff huffed and shoved lightly against the squirrel's arm, but sat back and let his cock throb a bit more.

"Yeah, well... shut up and play," the white-furred mouse grunted as he tried to focus.

Vincent chuckled and prepped his own controller, waiting for Jeff to begin the match.

It seemed like a few hours had passed while playing through and switching games. Emotions ran high at times, especially since Jeffery was beating the squirrel more often than not. In one of the final rounds of Smash, Vincent got so heated that he gripped Jeff's shorts and ripped them off just to distract the mouse from the game. Needless to say, Vincent won that round.

"God damn it, Vincent. You owe me some shorts," he huffed, looking down at his fat mouse junk hanging between his thighs. He grunted and adjusted his thick nuts that were now hanging over the edge of the couch. He brought himself to focus on the game once more before nudging against Vincent with a huff, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Can't take that you're losin', huh?" the mouse asked with a snicker, flicking his long, slender tail about.

"Pfft, yeah, well, let's make this round the last one," Vincent murmured with a grin, bringing his paw to the side and fiddling with something out of view of the mouse. He gripped a small vial with a smirk, starting the last match soon after. He twirled it in his fingers, and when the game started, he passed it behind his back. As they both took off in the racing game, the squirrel pressed the vial to him, shooting him with the liquid inside before quickly hiding it in the couch.

"What was that?" Jeff asked, looking back after a moment and scratching over the area that was pricked, standing up to see if he had sat on something or if there was some sort of insect.

"Huh?" Vincent asked, pretending to be concentrating on the game.

"Dunno, felt a prick or something," Jeff murmured, sitting back down and scratching over the area that Vincent had stuck. He went back to focusing on the game while settling back down and forgetting it had ever happened, especially since it was getting intense. He was focusing hard on the game, fingers twitching over the buttons, and nudging against Vince whenever the squirrel pressed at him to distract him again.

A bit of sweat trickled down Jeff's brow, not caught by the sweatband he was wearing around his head. He grunted a bit while he brought a paw to his head, wiping what he could before going back to the controller.

"Is it hot in here to you?" Jeff asked through the next course of the kart game.

"Nah, the thermostat's at like 72. It'd be freezing if I set it any lower," Vincent replied while he twisted himself as he rode along a turn.

Jeff quieted for the time being, but sweat continued to trickle down his brow. He was getting annoyed since his headband wasn't catching any of it, huffing and bringing up his shirt to wipe his face. After a few more moments, the heat only grew inside of the mouse, feeling it building up inside of him and pulsing through his muscles. He didn't notice it immediately, but his heartbeat was steadily increasing and his breathing was getting heavier.

The mouse's package was getting thicker as well, hanging lower and sloshing between his thighs. The big balls gurgled while Jeff got more heated, feeling his cock throbbing a bit harder. He looked down and watched it rise before returning his attention back to the screen in front of them. He shifted in his cushion and huffed, throbbing becoming audible in the room.

Vincent looked to him in a glance again, smirking slightly before looking back to the screen. His own cock began to throb at the thought of the mouse growing, shuddering slightly at the sounds of the pulsing heartbeat of his companion.

"You okay over there? You're falling behind," the squirrel stated with a half grin.

"Yeah, I'm good... I think. Just hot," Jeff replied.

The mouse's thighs began to tense, flexing slightly and tensing up, leaving him to shift with discomfort. He reached down to rub against his leg, looking down at it and then grunting when he saw the muscles shifting beneath his fur and flesh. He kneaded against it to try to massage the tightness out of it, but it only grew harder, slowly spreading bit by bit, forcing his massive nuts to push out between the bulking limbs. He felt as if he had been working out for three hours straight.

Jeffery panted and wiped his brow again while he was nearing the final lap of the kart race, but his arms began to shake and throb, rippling bigger and pressing themselves apart from his torso, shirt creaking while he flicked his fingers further. His grunts began to sound deeper while he played, trying to keep his focus on the game, but it was steadily failing while his pecs throbbed outward. They pressed against his chin while his shirt strained, starting to rip down the middle as his hair bushed out of the neck hole.

The cloth wraps that were around his wrists began to strain as well. His hands popped a few times while his fingers extended, starting to press more buttons than he intended to. His forearms were throbbing, veins pushing to the surface of his muscles, leaving the shirt to strain further, rips trailing along the crevice area of his pecs. His back was causing him to hunch slightly, shirt creaking around his lats as he arched somewhat.

"V-Vince... what'd you do... nnngh... to me?" he growled out while he continued to play, trying to finish the final lap while blinking away sweat.

"I didn't do anything. Whoa, you're growing," he said with a smirk, not masking his sarcasm at all.

"Gonna... get you back for this..." he growled while he continued racing, but as soon as he passed the finish line, his fingers clenched with an eruption of muscle over his arm, leaving him to snap the controller in two.

"Oh shit, sorry... I'll replace it... nngh..." the mouse continued, dropping the broken device while his sweatbands around his wrists popped and snapped, breaking apart over the expanding bone and muscle. He groaned as his shirt did the same, slowly popping down his back and along his sides, soon breaking apart and peeling from his form, dropping to the sides. He pulled the remaining straps from his pulsing muscles while sweat coursed down, throwing them to the side as he panted and lifted his head back. His neck swelled thicker while his voice deepened, shoulders bulking and spreading out to make him look even wider.

Vincent licked his lips as he dropped his own controller, not seeming to mind that his other one was in pieces. He slowly trailed closer and brought his paw up to the mouse's chest, sliding his paw against it to feel the size steadily increasing. He sank his paw into it and shoved it about, watching the muscle tit roll against that torso, nipple dripping with sweat. He looked up, watching the mouse's headband slowly popping as well, ripping apart and snapping off to the side--even his skull was growing.

The squirrel slid himself along that chest, letting his package press against that thickening thigh. His cock was throbbing itself to hardness once more; the shower had no effect on his libido. Vincent kissed against that broadening neck, growling as he slid his fingers through the bushing hair as he gripped into it. He licked against that chin, watching that form steadily bulking in front of him. He tweaked against one of the big nipples, squeezing and twisting it to make the mouse tense up.

Jeff groaned out with the stimulation as his cock throbbed up higher, sliding from between his thighs to erect upward. Precum dribbled down the bottom-side of it already. It seemed it had remembered the previous hardening and came back with full force. It began to gush up and nearly splash against the ceiling with the pressure that had built up. His balls gurgled below and the mouse was grinding up against Vincent as he brought a huge arm up and pulled the squirrel against him.

"You're an asshole," the mouse huffed while trying to catch his breath, pressing a kiss against the squirrel's lips and pulling him more tightly against his huge form. Their muscles slid along each other, making a rough surface with their bushy hair amongst the fur. Their nipples meshed, brushing along the other while they trailed lips together, tongues sliding as the white rodent continued to bulk. He tensed and growled, gripping harder around his darker companion.

The hair along the huge chest of the mouse bushed further. It spread along his chest and down his broad cement-bricked abdomen. His pits bushed out with that red hair, sprouting all over his limbs while he continued to grow. He leaned forward, starting to press against Vincent and lean him back against the sofa until he fell back, landing on top of the squirrel. The kiss continued, however, while the mouse growled and trailed his tongue along the other.

Vincent grunted as he was pressed down by the now-powerful Jeff, gripping into those massive pec mounds, rolling them and squeezing the fat nipples pointing down from those huge mounds, twisting and grunting while he slurped into Jeffery's maw. Their cocks slid against each other, throbbing heavier and harder against one another, coating both rodents with precum. Their fur was getting matted and the couch was getting soaked, but neither of them seemed to care as they continued grinding and squeezing each other.

Jeffery arched and moaned louder with each squeeze and tug of the squirrel's paws, grinding forward and shuddering while his cock unleashed gouts of preucm over his dark-furred companion below. He gripped into Vince's broad shoulders, grinding against him and grunting while he stroked through that long, dark hair of the squirrel. Jeff tugged at it a bit, parting the kiss to lap and nibble against that broad neck, listening to his deep groans. He humped forward, grinding his big, pink junk along the bottom of the squirrel's pink junk, smirking down at him while he growled.

Vincent perked his ears whenever he saw that smirking sneer of his friend, growling and suddenly gripping around that massive torso.

"Oh, think you're gonna top me, hm? You might beat me in games, but you're not gonna beat me in this sport," the squirrel huffed, suddenly rolling over and causing the massive mouse to fall to the floor, narrowly missing the controllers they had set down and kicked away with their lustful movements.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to keep me down," the mouse growled, gripping against Vincent and grinding up against him with a moan. A gush of precum fired against their chins, dribbling over their pecs while he squirmed, trying to release Vincent's grip.

The squirrel was a lot stronger than he may have seemed, however. He gripped around Jeff and snarled, grinding him to the floor while he reached down, gripping those powerful thighs down below. He felt them flex and kick, but Vincent lifted Jeff's legs up and around his waist, smirking down to him while he lowered his head, hair draped over his face.

"You know you want it, mousey," Vincent growled while sweat dripped down their forms.

"Yeah, I do," Jeff retorted, grinding himself down against that massive sac that smacked to his ass.

The gigantic squirrel's cock shoved against the huge mouse balls, wobbling them about with some movements of his hips, but soon drew backward. His wide rodent cock pulled back more and more until it smacked down against Jeff's bubble cheeks, spreading the hairy mounds wide to shove the fat head against the pink pucker between. He pressed forward, spreading it bit by bit while he leaned forward, grinning down at Jeff while his red eyes glinted in the light.

Jeff winced and gripped his powerful thighs around the squirrel's waist, squeezing him to the point that Vincent let a wince go. The mouse chuckled and gripped along the broad shoulders, breathing heavily and lifting his head as he trailed his muzzle against the broad, thick neck of his companion, pulling him down a bit more while his sweaty chest hair meshed with Vincent's. Their red and dark fur brushed and tangle, nipples brushed and their pecs wobbled against one another as they moved and squeezed, moaning as that cock sank deeper into his body and spread his waist bit by bit.

The huge squirrel cock inched in bit by bit, slowly going into those white cheeks and red hair, spreading them wider with every moment. The thick veins covering it pulsed against the mouse's inner muscles, causing Jeff to squirm below while Vincent inched deeper. He felt the squeezes and tugs, groaning from the sheer strength of the mouse below, squeezing those pecs and letting his claws slide into the fur and hair coating that chest as their scent of lust and love filled the room.

Even though Vincent had showered earlier, Jeff could still smell the scent of oil and metal that was still embedded into his fur. The shampoo that he used had a slight sandalwood undertone, which only accented that natural masculine musk even more. Jeff felt as if he were taking a drive through a wooded area in an older vehicle. Or, perhaps, a tank. Either way, it turned him on even more and his cock was surging a bit fatter between them, sinking between the powerful pectoral muscles that they both had. It was sandwiched between the muscle tits of hair and fur.

Once Vincent had slapped his fat nuts against that huge ass and his cock was bulging that front, he panted and paused for the moment. The grips and squeezes that Jeff had given almost tuckered him out already, so he regained a bit of stamina before he continued. The squirrel growled and gripped those pecs again, flexing his own to cause the mountains to bulk and bulge around the mouse cock, engulfing it between them and causing it to slide along and work the pillar of flesh while he grinded his cock deeper. He moved his hips a bit to let the mouse feel how deep he was, smirking down at his white-furred companion before he tensed his hips to pull outward.

Foot after foot of that colossal squirrel cock appeared once more, moist with sweat and precum to give it a shine in the light of the room. At least, if one could see it. It was quickly hidden and buried back into the mouse before it was taken half-way out. It throbbed hard, causing a gush of precum to fill the mouse's bowels, but he didn't stop. Vincent pulled back again and slammed forward once more, snarling in bliss while he tensed his pecs.

Jeffery could do nothing but moan, gasp, and flex. He squeezed where he could over the huge squirrel above him, sliding their pecs together with wet, meaty smacks, grinding his cock between them as it splattered and matted them even more. His own scent of the outdoors mixed nicely with the squirrel's, but his mind was quickly becoming mush as the squirrel had his way with him. His muscles rolled against the other's, creating waves of thick sinew and bristling fur.

The big, pink cock between their bulky bodies slid between their muscles over and over again, being stimulated by the huge squirrel riding above it. Jeffery panted and arched, louder groans echoing against the walls as his deep voice carried through. Vincent's would join in with his groans, but the deeper voice of the mouse was able to drown out the squirrel's. Their bodies slid against each other over the floor, a puddle of sweat and stickier liquid causing their forms to glide without resistance, despite the large bushes of fur around their bodies.

Vincent's hips and rump rippled with his movements, the sheen of his fur making the light dance over the crevices and bulges of his lower half. Each piston seemed to make them move a bit more, getting more and more ruthless with his pumps. The piston of his hips drove that huge squirrel cock ever deeper into his bigger rodent friend, bulging his abs out further and further almost every time he moved. The flow of precum never stopped, bulging those abs a bit wider and rounder below, but it would be nothing compared to the volcanic rush that would be coming soon.

The floor creaked a bit from their movements, but was able to hold steady while the two rodents had their powerful, earth-shattering fun. Their voices rose while the pleasure grew between them, losing themselves to the lust while the mouse's own cock began to throb and bulge, swelling between their bodies once more while his nuts churned and gurgled below. He squirmed, gasping and panting while he lifted his head back, knowing he was about to blow.

"V-Vince... I'm... I'm gonna cum..." Jeffery groaned to the squirrel.

"Yeah... me too... You first... though..." Vincent replied, smirking through his winces of pleasure.

The mouse tried his best to hold off before Vincent's release, but the thrusting and grinding of the gigantic titan of muscle and fur continued to stimulate him closer to his orgasm. He arched and gripped those huge mounds of pectoral muscle in his face, whimpering and almost squeaking before he let out a loud, roaring snarl and moan of release. His huge sac surged and pulled up against his thighs, leaving Jeffery squirming and arching before his cock surged.

White exploded out from the tip and gushed over them both, flooding over their pecs and over their faces. It shot far ahead of them, hitting the wall and making heavy splatters all over. The mouse grinded and humped, snarling as his inner muscles clenched and gripped around the massive squirrel member, pumping downward and gripping around those massive shoulders. He howled and snarled louder, cum continuing to gush and flood the room. He humped upward and spasmed about, causing his walls to grip harder around Vincent's member.

It wasn't long before Vincent was bracing himself as well. He gripped onto those big, white arms and pumped himself forward, panting as sweat streamed down his face as he buried his head into that massive chest and neck, humping forward and slamming his companion into the floor. Each smack of those hips connecting sounded like gunshots through the room, loud bangs of power and moisture ricocheting and shaking the furniture in the room. The squirrel's groans grew louder and louder.

With a bellowing snarl, the squirrel began to unload just as the mouse had. Gushing with gallons of white, the massive rodent gripped around his partner, slamming heavily into that ass as his eruption broke through. The pressure bulged out along Jeff's abdomen, stretching those abs while the cum continued to gush more and more into that body. It began to stretch it more, rounding it bit by bit while he humped and growled against that broad chest and neck.

Jeffery groaned and grunted as their orgasms raged, his belly stretching slowly upward. It bloated and wobbled along the other's front, pressed down only by the gushing dick that was squeezed between them. He pressed up and humped forward, panting heavily and squirming roughly beneath his powerful friend, cum continuing to gush from both of them while he clawed against Vincent's chest. The heavy splatters didn't seem to stop, and the two, masculine men were moaning against each other ever louder.

After what seemed like an hour, the squirrel was the first to ebb away, weakening to spurts before dribbling. Jeff followed soon after, relaxing beneath Vincent while he trailed his paws along those huge pecs above him, feeling them flex and tense with the heavy breaths of the male above him. He tugged at the hair and then tweaked the nipples, fondling all of it while the squirrel collapsed atop him. Jeff brought his arms around the huge male, growling and kissing against his chin and muzzle, lapping into it while his belly sloshed and gurgled with the cum the squirrel had given.

Vincent slowly pulled his huge, pink dick from the mouse's backside, letting it slip outward more and more until the head popped out with a deluge of white to add to the tremendous flood the mouse had given earlier. He got to his knees and grinned down at the panting Jeff, trailing his paws along the bigger pink dick resting atop the huge mouse. He stood up afterward, pulling Jeff to his feet while he attempted to sit up.

Jeffery's belly bounced with a heavy slosh, moving his paw down and stroking over it while he pressed it to Vincent's abs. It bounced against them as he smirked, trailing his arms along the squirrel's before gripping them around his waist, growling and walking backward.

"I know you just took a shower, but I want to take one now," Jeff murmured as they neared the bathroom.

"Sounds good to me. It might be difficult to keep from fucking that massive rump again, though," Vincent stated with a smirk, following along while he nipped and kissed against Jeffery's neck.

Eventually, they made it into the bathroom and began to sidle into the stand-up shower. It was big enough for both of their massive bodies, thankfully, but they did have to press together quite a bit. Their huge forms wobbled against each other as the water began to wash their forms, soon lathering each other up to clean them of their lustful antics.

Jeffery smirked and reached down, squeezing into Vincent's member, causing the squirrel to tense up. The mouse arched against him and gave a firm grind before he licked along the squirrel's chin, smirking at him while he pressed his thighs a bit closer.

"I wasn't kidding, you know. I will fuck you again, right here," the squirrel stated plainly, still smirking as he gave a firm grind against the mouse. The fat squirrel member throbbed and seemed to thicken a bit more against Jeff's legs.

"I know, I know. Calm down," Jeff stated with a chuckle, letting their soaps and shampoos lather over their huge, hairy bodies.

"So what's wrong with my car?" the mouse asked, running his fingers through the thick fur of his partner, washing him down as the other did the same for him.

"Oh, just had to reset your sensor is all. Nothing was wrong," Vincent chuckled, smirking and grinding against the mouse again.

"What!? Fuck, Vince. You could've told me that earlier," Jeff grunted out of frustration, giving him a firm smack against his wide, dark rump.

"But the anticipation makes everything better," Vincent replied, kissing against the mouse's muzzle once more, slapping his swollen belly in reply.

"Shut up, asshole," Jeffery stated with a smirk, pressing him to the wall and shoving him up against it, giving another rough grind.

It was Jeffery's turn.