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Atari grit his teeth, showing off the sharp white fangs lining his muzzle. His broad shoulders flexed, all his muscles shifting the taut black and white pelt stretching across his torso. The shirtless tiger's arms bulged with power and his enormous pecs hardened, showing the creases of the powerful fiber through his fur. The white tiger's fingers squeezed around the metal bar as he shoved the huge weight upwards, above him.

The grunt echoed through the empty weight room, bouncing off the walls and momentarily drowning out the poppy rock music playing from speakers mounted in the corners of the large gym. An overhead track ran around the outside walls of the building providing an easy half-mile lap. The open-air style allowed only for a few rooms: the locker rooms near the front doors and check-in desk and Atari's office, located on the second floor in the front of the building, with stairs to reach it also near the reception counter.

The gym owner's arms relaxed slightly as he lowered the weight bar, only to grind it back upwards again, repeating the mighty flex across his upper body. Even his thighs and calves strained as he shoved several hundred pounds back up again and again.

Atari took great pride in his beefy figure. Standing over seven feet tall, not counting his triangular ears, the feline weight in at just a touch over 300 pounds, all of it muscle packed onto a pair of wide hips and equally wide shoulders. His belly rounded out slightly thanks to the massive clods of abdominal tissue, often disguised beneath his long, soft white fur.

His only clothes at the moment, a pair of simple red gym shorts, clung around his hips, outlining the bulge of a shockingly thick sheath and even more shockingly huge balls. The orbs shifted up and down between his spread thighs as he finished the last few reps of the cycle, while the sheath pointed up towards his stomach, held permanently upright by the sheath attached to his groin. Easily as thick as his forearm and almost a foot long, the package was on permanent display in regular clothing whether Atari liked it or not - and he very much liked it.

Another grunt, this one strained and hurried, ripped through the empty gym again as the big feline's huge arms powered out the last set, leaving his elbows slightly shaky on the way back down. He racked the weight and sat up, gasping for breath, huge chest lifting and falling under his smooth white fur. His belly squeezed down against his sheath and nuts, applying some nice pressure as he leaned forward on the bench, straddling it, both hands going to his knees as he caught his breath.

After a few moments, Atari recovered enough to stand and put away the weights, carefully racking them in the right places. He glanced at the red digital numbers of the clock on the back wall - a repurposed scoreboard from a basketball court - and saw it was almost six a.m. - the early morning regulars would arrive soon.

Atari grabbed his towel from the floor and wiped the bench down, clearing off his musky sweat stains. The feline's body odor was rich and masculine, but never stronger than after an intense workout session. He panted as he slung the towel over his shoulder and headed for the front doors.

Atari's Gym was open 24/7, but Sunday mornings were often the slowest time of the week. Atari looked forward to solo workouts, enjoying the opportunity to go all out on the weights without intimidating the customers or distracting his staff. His beastly groans and grunts had driven off a few people in the past, though as rumors of the massive tiger spread through the city, he'd found more than enough regular business to keep his gym going and even upgrade most of the equipment and rooms.

Like his office. He headed up the stairs, flicking his long striped tail behind him as he went, and peeled off his wet gym shorts. The tiger didn't regret the money it cost to put a separate bathroom in his office, complete with a steam shower. He considered it a perk for being a smart business owner.

He'd just turned on the water when he heard the counter bell ring downstairs. With a sigh, the big feline turned the water off before it even had a chance to warm up and snagged a fresh towel off the rack to wrap around his hips. It hung lower in the back, over his hard, round glutes, but lifted up in the front, barely reaching down past the lower swell of the pair of white orbs resting on his thighs.

He made his way downstairs and stepped up to the counter, where an orange and black tiger waited. The other feline was shorter than Atari, far less developed, but very attractive - lean but sculpted torso, ripped arms and legs, and a hint of muscle around the base of his neck. He wore a white t-shirt with a restaurant logo on it and a pair of black shorts.

Atari noticed the other tiger's eyes drop to his midsection and smirked. He tended to make others stare.

"How can I help you?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood in front of the customer.

"Yeah... lookin' for a membership," the tiger said, eyes going back up to Atari's face. "Something short-term. Not sure if I'll like this place or not."

Atari's ear flicked. He was used to snotty customers, but something about this one rubbed him the wrong way.

"You got it," he said, trying not to let the annoyance show in his voice. "We offer month-to-month memberships, no contract."

The orange tiger rolled his eyes. "A month? Kind of a rip-off, isn't it? I mean, this place isn't that great or nothing. What if I don't like it after today?"

Atari forced his lips into a smile.

"Unfortunately we don't prorate the monthly rates, but we have very positive ratings on our website. Would you care for a tour first?"

The tiger looked around the front room, obviously bored. "Nah, I don't need a tour. What, you got weights and machines and some place to run, right? Like any other gym. Sheesh, trynna waste my time or something, aren't you?"

Atari's belly rumbled. Normally he ate breakfast after the shower he always took right after a big workout.

The smaller tiger's nostrils twitched and his ears flicked. "Wow, you're rude. Smelling like a swamp and burping in front of a customer?" he said, pointedly holding his nose pinched. "Phew, maybe this is the wrong gym after all. Do you even know how to treat your customers right? No wonder this place sucks."

Atari's grin stretched and curled. The huge feline leaned over, both paws on the counter.

"Sorry for that, but I was just finishing my workout and about to shower when you came in."

"What, so this place can't afford to hire more than one person? And that person is working out instead of doing their job?" the tiger asked, incredulous. "You know what? I'm tired of being disrespected..."

Atari's smile deepened even further when he heard the magic words that next came out of the other tiger's muzzle:

"I'd like to see the manager."

Several things happened in the next few seconds.

First, Atari leaned over the counter, until his face hovered inches from the smaller tiger's suddenly worried expression.

Second, Atari's towel dropped to the floor, fully exposing the massive sheath resting between his thighs, thicker and plumper around than the smaller tiger's head.

Third, the big white tiger said: "I am the manager."

And finally, a huge white paw snapped out, faster than the other tiger could react, and wrapped around the back of his head. Atari's arm barely flexed as he dragged the tiger over the counter, ignoring the surprised yeowl. The orange tiger's legs kicked and his claws scraped over the glass before Atari's paw shoved him muzzle-first into the broad opening of his sheath, until the smaller tiger's lips and nose pressed into the flaccid length hidden inside.

The orange feline's tail popped straight out from his rump as he lay across the counter, buried to his eyes in the bigger male's package. His arms pushed against Atari's thighs, but it was like pushing on a mountain; the big male just grunted as he felt the warmth of the feline's head spread his sheath and put pressure on his soft stalk, which reacted with an eager throb. Beneath, the white tiger's awesome sac rumbled and gurgled with anticipation of an early morning meal.

The orange tiger struggled, trying to wriggle free, but Atari's paw squeezed on the back of his neck, keeping him in place as the white tiger's maleness squeezed back against the invading muzzle, a hot and warm and above all fat length that throbbed a second time, then a third, as the tiger's engine revved up.

Atari's other paw reached out and wrapped around the backs of the tiger's knees, squeezing them together and pulling them up into the air, holding the smaller male upside down, so that the orange tiger's rump and tail squeezed against his powerful chest. Atari's cock throbbed again as the fat head spread open, pulling the orange tiger's nostrils and lips inside.

The male wriggled all the harder, growling and grunting as he struggled to escape the bigger tiger's grasp, but the experienced gym owner had no problems controlling his first meal of the day.

The shocked orange tiger's body went rigid as the bigger tiger's pheromones plugged up his nostrils and a trickle of pre-cum slathered up the bridge of his muzzle and chin. Some of it pushed between his lips and the taste shocked him into stillness for a moment - the rich, salty, musky seed warped the smaller male's brain, attacking his lust centers, causing him to, despite himself, pop a raging boner in his black shorts.

Atari grinned as he leaned back, still pushing the smaller male down. He walked easily towards the stairs and shivered as he went upstairs. Each time his thigh lifted, he could feel the tiger slide just a little deeper into his still-growing arousal. By the time he got to the top of the stairs, the rude customer was buried into the shaft up to his neck and it still hadn't yet pushed free of his sheath. The intense feeling of pressure on his sensitive sheath only urged the white tiger's arousal to grow faster - soon, the black length slurped at the base of the tiger's neck, meeting the shoulders at the rim of his sheath.

Atari walked through his office back to his shower, where he turned the heat on and let it run, warming up. As he waited, he flexed his hips forward, rumbling with pleasure as his arousal finally shoved free of his sheath, exposing half a foot of solid onyx tiger-stalk. His meaty shaft lifted the other tiger higher before spreading and fattening, visibly pulling and suckling the tiger down.

It took a few minutes for the water to warm up and by that time Atari managed to get the wiggling, squirming male's shoulders into his flexing arousal. He groaned as he held the tiger's knees together and shoved down, forcing the other male's arms flat to his sides as his hungry arousal inched higher up, slowly devouring the orange tiger. Atari used a paw to stroke his length, rubbing his fingers across the bulge in his urethra where the tiger's muzzle pointed downward towards the roiling white sac beneath.

The spray of hot water shocked the orange tiger, Atari noticed, because the male's efforts to escape doubled once the jets of hot water sprayed across his upturned rump. Atari groaned as he felt the hot water run across his head and shoulders, cleaning the sweat and musk from his workout and washing it down the drain. The orange feline's legs kicked in his grasp, but the small tiger was no match for Atari when it came to strength.

Soon Atari had his breakfast down to his elbows. His cock stretched and squeezed around the male, suckling and pulling, tight and hot and warm around the male's chest and belly. Atari's fingers wrapped around his length, masturbating himself under the hot water as he felt the tiger's head slide deeper and deeper down his stalk.

By the time Atari got his breakfast in down to the hips, he no longer had to hold onto the male's legs. He stroked his growing length with both hands as it flexed, rigid and hard, finally fully aroused. It stretched up from his sheath, past his hard belly and meaty pecs, past even the tiger's muzzle. It was thick, so fat around the middle - not even accounting for the body of the tiger stretching it out from the inside - that Atari couldn't get both paws around it, and the tiger had plenty big paws. He huffed and moaned as he felt the tiger slide deeper still and shuddered as the male's head popped into his swollen testicles, stretching the skin and fur outwards as they dropped lower down his legs, past his knees and towards his calves.

"Ahhhhhhh," the tiger gasped, sighing as the orange tiger's legs disappeared into his broad black tip. "That's the stuff..."

The lewd bulges of the orange tiger's body twitched and kicked and flexed outwards against the black skin of the white tiger's oversized shaft. Atari turned to the side and leaned forward, squeezing his hips and chest against his length, pinching it between his muscular body and the glass door. Each time he pushed forward, the progress of the orange tiger down his stalk would temporarily stop, only to speed up to compensate as his hungry testicles quickly churned around the male's body. Atari closed his eyes and purred with pleasure as he felt his balls distend, showing off the outlines of a paw here, a leg here, or even the orange tiger's face as it pressed outwards, muzzle open, still trying to escape the warm, musky prison. Atari grinned as he felt the struggles weaken once the tiger's feet disappeared down his stalk. Soon, he knew, his pheromones would completely wipe the male's mind and make him much more docile as he was digested...

The shower took quite a long time - almost forty-five minutes. Atari exited still hard and aroused, though his cock shrunk somewhat once his breakfast was fully dragged down into his oversized testicles, which now hung quite low across his powerful legs, lurching and shifting with the struggles and movements of the male inside them.

He toweled himself dry, taking extra time to make sure he rubbed down his oversized, churning sac, squeezing around the occupant still pleasantly wriggling around inside.

The tiger stopped in the door to his office when he heard someone speak.

"Hey, boss! I was just coming up to ask you... if... wow..."

Lawton, a short gray-furred rabbit, stared open-muzzled at Atari's nude body - the overdeveloped muscles coating his chest and stomach, the huge arms and thighs, the massive arousal, and, most impressively, the beanbag chair-sized sac hanging from his legs, still full of fresh tiger.

Atari grinned. Lawton was an old hire and no stranger to the tiger's unusual habits - it was partly how the rabbit got the job. And right now, Atari decided his employee's skills as a trainer would come second to his skills as a deep throater.

Lawton's t-shirt, branded with the Atari's Gym logo, clung around his slim shoulders and belly as he moved forward, following Atari's beckoning finger. The rabbit's blue shorts bulged as he popped a boner, though his eyes may have bulged even more as he approached the massive white tiger.

"Do I need to put out another help wanted ad?" Lawton gasped as he felt the throbbing length press into his chest.

"Nah... just a rude customer who's currently enjoying an attitude adjustment."

Lawton's lips pressed against the tiger's bulging urethra, just beneath the huge crown, eliciting a stream of clear pre-cum. With his large ears that flopped down to his shoulder blades, Lawton could easily hear the gurgling moans of the male inside the tiger's scrotum, as well as the churning rumble of cum washing around the wriggling male. The rabbit's eyes closed as musky pre-cum dribbled across the bridge of his muzzle and he shoved himself up against the length, both knees pressing into the sac below.

Atari lowered both paws, using his fingers to hold the rabbit's backside and his thumbs to catch the top of his shaft, holding rabbit to stalk with a firm grasp. He thrust his hips, driving the length along Lawton's chest and belly, right over the lithe male's shirt and shorts. Lawton's fat rump flexed and jiggled as the tiger's humps intensified, faster and faster, until the huge tiger's arms thickened and strained, lifting the rabbit from the floor entirely. Using the soft, furry male as a masturbatory aid, Atari closed his eyes, digging his fingers into the rabbit's back side, flexing his fingers into that firm and taut rump, to either side of Lawton's wispy tail.

At some point his cock worked under the rabbit's shirt and bumped into his chin from below. Pre-cum pumped from the fat head as his huge balls swung back and forth. Inside, the outline of the orange tiger diminished, leaving the huge white orbs incredibly full and fat. They hung down to his ankles, many times larger than their normally massive girth.

Lawton's eyes closed as several blasts of thick white seed splattered against his chin. The huge shaft flexed against him, pumping hard, rough, eager, sliding across his smooth chest and toned belly, driving the breath out of him at times as the urethra bulged with another blast of musky tiger-seed.

Lawton's shirt stretched lewdly around the tiger's cock before ripping down the center, unable to stretch any further. The rabbit's muzzle opened, catching some of the thick white seed pumping from the tip and enjoying the taste.

Atari's muzzle crinkled as he growled, lips pulling back in a snarl. His paws tightened, squeezing the breath out of the rabbit again. The big tiger's head went back as his hips went forward. Huffing with pleasure, Atari let out a groan as his cock fired. Jets of white seed hit Lawton in the face, soaking him down, before a pair of black shorts whapped him in the face, wrapping around his muzzle, followed on the next blast by a white t-shirt, similarly soaked in seed.

The onslaught continued as the big white tiger emptied his balls, liberally spraying the smaller twink rabbit down with jet after jet of feline jizz, until his churning sac pulled back upwards, gradually emptying its heavy load.

"Nnnnnnnhhh... there he is," Atari gasped. The tiger's hips shivered as a bulge formed at the base of his urethra. His balls were smaller now, pulling up past his knees, so once more they showed the outline of a figure inside, which was now forced back up his urethra.

"Lend you a paw?" Lawton asked. The rabbit wrapped his arms around the tiger's stalk and pulled it down towards the ground, then reached an arm inside and wiggled his fingers around, trying to find the rude customer slowly being shoved back up the urethra by the force of the orgasm behind him. Atari's eyes closed, squeezing shut as the tip of his cock flexed around Lawton's arm, suckling on the rabbit's paw even though there was no way to drag the short male down with the other one coming up at the same time.

Lawton giggled as he finally got his fingers into the customer's head fur and dragged, pulling him up and out of the muscular tiger's flexing stalk. A huge bulge followed after the body where the backed up jizz waited, putting incredible pressure on the tiger's length and making him groan and shudder all the louder.

"He's... nnnfff... a big one!" Lawton said, leaning back and tugging harder.

"Rrrrrrffffhfhhhh!"

Atari's hips lurched forward as the rabbit managed to pull an orange paw free of the tip. The backed-up seed deep in the root of his massive staff did the rest, shooting the much-reduced orange tiger from the length like a cork from a bottle. The cum-soaked male splattered into Lawton's arms and they both went tumbling backwards as the tiger's cock released a spray of cum that ended up hosing both tiger and bunny down anew. Atari used both paws to stroke himself as the last few blasts of cum sent bolts of pleasure down his spine.

On the floor in front of the huge, beastly male, Lawton found himself entangled with a slim and attractive tiger. Having not seen the male before, Lawton wasn't sure what he originally looked like, but the big white tiger's tastes were clear, as the orange feline now possessed a fat booty, plump and taut beneath a thick tail, with a slim belly and chest. He was short, too, maybe a few inches over five feet - even shorter than Lawton, who stood at just over five and a half feet tall.

Lawton's cock flexed as he felt the tiger's cum-soaked pelt against his own. The rabbit's natural urges kicked in with a fierceness: his paws groped at the tiger's body, flipping the recently consumed male onto his belly before mounting the nude figure. Lawton was short, but for a rabbit, exceedingly well hung. Though even taking proportions into account he was no rival for Atari, Lawton's thick pink shaft stretched almost eleven inches and was as thick around as his wrist.

The tiger's rump never stood a chance. The male's muzzle stretched open in a gasp as the rabbit sunk in deep, flexing his hard stiffness to the root, filling the plump orange and black bottom. Lawton's claws scraped through the tiger's pelt as he groped at those hips, pulling them back as he dragged himself out a ways, only to shove back in with a lunge that forced a gurgling cry from the feline beneath him.

Atari shivered as his cock, still dribbling, slowly went down, drooping half over, draining a few more pints of fresh cream across Lawton's backside as he hammered his hips down into the feline beneath him. Lawton's powerful legs, the most muscular part of the rabbit's lithe body, flexed as he roughly slammed forward, in and out at least every second, if not more. Lawton's paws clutched at the small of the tiger's back side, just past his twitching tail, as he used and abused the recently devoured feline's rump.

The orange tiger pushed back, a look of bliss on his muzzle. His changed figure was much heavier in the rear now, with a reduced emphasis on his lean chest and belly. Still toned, but decidedly not muscular at all - just the way Atari liked his rude customers. The orange feline's nostrils dripped with the bigger feline's seed as his glassy eyes tried to focus, but with the speed of Lawton's humping, he could do little but moan.

Lawton dragged his cock free of the feline's rump and flipped the unprotesting male over onto his back. The rabbit's paws shoved the tiger's knees forward and to the sides, fully exposing his dripping, stretched tailhole to the rabbit's length again, as well as showing off the orange male's own thickness, a fat piece of twinkmeat big and wide enough to rival even Lawton's.

Atari watched as Lawton's hips descended, eliciting eager, high-pitched moans from both bunny and tiger. The big male's cock twitched as he used a towel to clean himself up, then, with the two still fucking on his office floor, he got dressed in a clean Atari's Gym t-shirt and shorts. The last thing he grabbed was his cellphone before heading for the stairs.

"Oh, Lawton - make sure you fill out the paperwork for our newest employee," the white tiger said, grinning as his half-hard length bulged obscenely down the right leg of his shorts. "Call him Sente - I never got his real name."

The addled tiger's moans echoed through the room as his pheromone-laded body adjusted to its new role as an eager new employee of Atari's Gym, ready to serve - and service - any customer requiring his help.

Atari grinned as he headed downstairs, where a line of customers was waiting to check in.

"Sorry about the wait, folks!" he said. "There'll be free sports drinks coming around to all of you to make up for it!"

As customers filed into the gym, Atari flicked an ear, half-listening to the raunchy moans still echoing out of his office.

"Oh, and if any of you would like to meet our newest employee, Sente, he's available in the office upstairs. Lookin' at you, Paulie," Atari said, grinning at a huge older elephant standing near the front of the line. The elephant's trunk lifted as he grinned and nodded at the tiger. "I think he's gonna be a big hit around here now that his attitude has improved..."