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Perfect Fit

By Danath

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"I know you're a big guy, but isn't this a little... uh... too big?"

A lean and fairly skinny white-furred mouse held aloft a large condom package. The foil kept the inner rubber safe and puncture-free, which was needed since the condom was about as big around as a dinner plate. The mouse, fully nude, stared at the label, wondering which companies even made them in this size and for what purpose.

"Load-B-Gone Condom Company?" he read out loud.

A pair of large, thick white-furred fingers dipped down and plucked the condom from the mouse's paws. The rodent looked up at the huge white tiger quizzically as Atari dropped it onto the end table next to the couch.

"Oh, don't worry about that... it's for a, uh, friend of mine later," the tiger said. "Now come here, cutie..."

Atari grinned down at the mouse as he spread his legs and leaned back into his couch. The mouse was a regular at the gym the hulking white tiger owned and they'd seen plenty of each other over the past few months. The feline admired the small mouse's drive when he worked out, and the mouse couldn't help but show his arousal whenever the big cat drew near. They'd gone back and forth like that for a while until today, when the tiger strolled up to the mouse during a few arm exercises in the free weights area. A simple invitation, address by text, and a few hours later, the mouse found himself nude in front of the massive feline, staring in awe at Atari's powerful pecs, broad and thick muscle-gut, and the fat onyx maleness drooping from his packed sheath. It hung between the tiger's enormous thighs, which spread far to the sides to make room for the meaty stalk and huge nuts. Those tremendous white orbs rolled forward and hung down over the edge of the couch cushions, bouncing and lifting slightly with every breath that filled the beefy tiger's chest and belly. Atari's heavy stalk flexed and pulsed, gradually firming up as the big feline's loud purrs echoed through the softly lit living room.

The mouse swallowed hard. He was a good three feet shorter than Atari and weighed possibly a tenth of what the beefy tiger daddy packed. That the huge cat was even interested in playing around with him, a small little shrimp of a male, made the moment all the more special. He savored the view as he stepped forward slowly, shivering as his pink thickness stuck up from between his thighs. He was only five feet tall, but had a nice six-inch maleness and a packed little coin purse below. Though slender and slim, the recent exercise packed a little meat onto his bony body, which the big feline could feel as he stretched out his paws and picked the mouse up off the floor.

Disoriented momentarily as he felt himself hoisted so easily, the mouse didn't know quite how to respond when he felt a warm, plump pair of lips wrap around his cock and balls in one go. The tiger's tongue slathered his maleness with saliva, hot and warm, swirling around the tip until the mouse's hips wiggled and twitched in the massive white tiger's large paws. Atari purred louder, rumbling as he worked his large tongue under the white mouse's taste sac, then drew back and pursed his lips as he pulled off.

The mouse groaned as he felt his hips slide against the tiger's palm. He was panting and shivering, cock twitching and on the verge of cumming already, after what - half a minute of what was essentially foreplay? The mouse shuddered and groaned again, desperately trying to hold back so as not to disappoint this powerful feline.

Atari's ears perked forward, catching each little gasp and whimper. Huge shoulders flexed setting the mouse down so that his rump squeezed into the tiger's belly and his lower back bumped up against the base of his gradually filling arousal. Satisfied the mouse wasn't going to fall off, Atari lifted his paws behind his head and reclined backwards, head tipped forward just a bit so he could watch the mouse past the mountains of pec muscles in between. The couch creaked and groaned under the muscular feline's weight as his hips shimmied down a little, so that he was nearly horizontal with the mouse laying across his belly, pointed towards his muzzle.

Unsure what to do, the mouse looked up at the tiger's broad, sharp-toothed grin and shivered, then let his eyes rove lower. The feline's neck was so thick. He stretched forward, fingers clenching into the deep white fur coating the big male's shifting chest, and pressed his muzzle under the feline's chin. The tiger's purring increased in pitch, so the rodent shifted lower, nuzzling and kissing across the powerful cords of muscle burying the enormous beast's upper body in physical strength. He made his way to the side, kissing down the dense pelt, over Atari's shoulder and onto the bicep. The feline flexed, tensing the muscle as the mouse shuddered and moaned, both paws squeezing and groping at the bicep, fascinated by the sheer girth and density of the arm under that lush, soft tiger pelt.

Atari lay back, eyes closing as he rhythmically flexed his arms, his chest, his belly, anywhere the cute mouse roamed. The feline shivered as the small male worshipped his muscles, kissing and moaning his way over every inch of the enormous feline's torso, shoulders, neck, and belly. Atari grunted as his thickness flexed against the mouse's soft and fuzzy backside; the tip was long enough to stretch up between the small male's shoulder blades, where the fat crown squeezed against his thin, soft pelt. The white tiger's abdominals bulged as the mouse's fingers teased over the ridges, stroking and petting as his head leaned forward, muzzle wrapping around one of the feline's fat black nubs protruding through his silky chest fur. For nearly an hour, maybe longer, the big, muscular male simply lay back and let the mouse explore, sniff, and touch his overgrown, powerful body.

It was only when his cock ached, rock hard and ribbed with fat, throbbing veins up and down the onyx length, that his paws finally moved. The mouse was in the middle of burying his small muzzle between the tiger's beefy pecs, licking along the sternum, when Atari's fingers dug into his narrow hips and thighs, pulling him forward. The head of his cock dragged wet and hot down his backside, smearing him from the neck to tail with pre-cum. His bald tail wrapped around the massive tip as it dropped lower and slid underneath his cheeks. The tiger paused then, and pulled back, repositioning the mouse until he was satisfied. One massive pay splayed across the mouse's backside, holding him facedown into the feline's rippling, flexing chest and belly, while the other grasped his iron stalk and aimed the tip between the small male's thighs, which spread out as they draped down either side of the grand tiger's hips.

By the time the mouse realized just what Atari was planning to do, it was too late to do anything about it. His head snapped up, but his body could only wriggle futilely against the tiger's pecs, squirming into the dense muscle, as the huge, broad head squeezed between his narrow cheeks. A fat pulse of pre-cum splattered out of the small male's hindquarters, soaking down the backs of his thighs, as the tiger's knees drew up, pushing his hips forward as his paws kept the mouse securely in place.

A hoarse moan ripped out of the mouse's muzzle as the enormous feline cock stretched him open, forcing his body to accept what was clearly too large of an object. The tiger's fat shaft was thicker around than the mouse's own thigh by quite a few inches, and now that it was fully aroused, it was nearly as thick around as the mouse's hips. That didn't seem to concern Atari, though, as his fat arousal pumped a few more gooey, sticky loads of musky pre-cum into and around the mouse's splayed backside. The smaller male grunted, legs bouncing off the tiger's muscular flanks as the tip disappeared into his rump.

Almost immediately, the mouse's belly bulged with both the shape of the tiger's heavy arousal and the thick blast of pre-cum that followed. His ass clenched tight, pinning the feline's shaft, but the big male was too strong and too obsinate to let a little thing like that stop him. The tiger's constant purring turned into a reckless growl as he shoved the mouse down and thrust his hips upwards, lewdly stretching the small mouse's thin belly. His thick cock doubled the width of the small male and every little flex showed clear through the skin-tight stretch of the mouse's twitching body. He opened his muzzle, but no sound came out - only a large amount of hot, musky pre-cum. The mouse's belly bulged outwards as the tiger pumped again, giving him no respite. Atari's lips pulled back as he humped, growling with need and pleasure with every inch he sunk into the gurgling male, whose body now contained more tiger dick than mouse. The small male's legs pulled around, wrapping around the base of the thick black stalk and squeezing into the huge white sac below.

Atari flexed his shoulders and thighs, pushing himself back upright into a seated position on the couch cushions. His thighs relaxed after he stretched out his legs, massive balls still hanging over the cushion. He let go of his cock and watched as the gurgling mouse slid even lower, dragged down by gravity, so that his enormous thickness now stretched from the small male's hips to his upper rips. The mouse's belly shuddered, occaionally rippling outwards as a fresh load of pre-cum fired from the tiger's aching tip.

Atari's paws stretched wide, fingers going outwards, before one wrapped around the mouse's head and neck and the other around his hips and belly. The feline groaned with lust as he felt his own cock sloshing and sliding through the mouse's twitching body, especially once he clenched his fingers, claws sheathed, and jerked the mouse up and down. The fat tip pulled nearly entirely free of the gurgling, bloated male's impossibly stretched hips before sliding all the way to the hilt, burying the tip somewhere in the mouse's neck, usually accompanied by a spray of thick pre-cum jettisoned past the mouse's widestretched lips.

Atari kept thrusting, but soon he couldn't pull the mouse back off his cock. The small male's tight ring fused with the base of the feline's shaft, all the way down at the root of the enormous arousal. The urethra stretched the mouse's chest and belly, showing the bulge of each fresh load of pre-cum traveling through the overproductive organ. The mouse's muzzle gurgled, opening wider, head tipping up and eyes closing as a cascade of seed flowed over his lips. The tiger's fingers tugged at him, but soon resorted to merely stroking the mouse's obscenely stretched figure.

Lower, the big cat's big sac roiled and churned, swelling against the mouse's legs. The deep white fur coating his nuts surrounded the mouse's feet, then his calves, drawing and absorbing the small male's mass directly into the sloshing orbs, which swelled by nearly a foot across by the time the mouse's lower body merged completely with the tiger's stalk. His short, wispy white fur fell away, replaced by throbbing veins and thick onyx flesh. He couldn't look down to see what it appeared like, of course, but he could feel it. He could feel the tiger's cock and his body becoming one. He could feel not only the pleasure the enormous thing filling him, but the pleasure the tiger felt from bucking and fucking his tight rump so heavy and hard.

The mouse's cock fired. He'd been shooting for minutes already, but as the creeping black flesh of the feline's thick shaft claimed more and more of the legless mouse's lower belly, converting him into warm and pliable tiger cock, his orgasm peaked.

"Oh, shit!"

The tiger's voice boomed through the room as he leaned over and grabbed the condom package. Tearing it open, he pulled out the large rubber ring and positioned it around the mouse's upturned muzzle. The mouse's softening features - large ears, pointed chin, narrow neck and chest swollen with cock, stretched outwards against the rubber. With a practiced roll, the tiger stretched it down tight, pinning the mouse's arms to his sides as he went, where they soon melded into the thickening, growing, flexing black tigercock taking over the small male's entire body. The band constricted tight around the base of the feline's shaft where the mouse-to-dick conversion was already finished, leaving only fat veins and quivering black flesh behind.

A second after the tiger got the condom on, the huge half-transformed mouse-cock flexed. The small male's muzzle softened into an "o" as his eyes and ears and other features slowly melted into the creeping black flesh, forming wide veins that fed the monstrous crown. The rubber condom pulled taut across the smooth, round head as the last nubs of his ears sank into the midnight stalk. Huge shots of thick and potent white cum filled the condom, forcing the jizz-filled sac to drape out and away, spreading and rolling against the feline's own massively engorged testicles. Atari leaned back and curled his toes as he stroked his hands down both sides of his cock and the mouse, gasping and shivering as his orgasm caused him to blast one huge rope of seed after another into the rapidly filling condom.

"Told you... it was for a friend," the big feline gasped, before settling into a deep and pleasured rumbling purr. His fingers moved smoothly over his enormously swollen arousal, having added nearly all of the cute mouse's body to his stalk and a bit to his churning, swollen orbs. "Mmmh... now I'm gonna keep you for a while, so I hope you don't mind being my dick for a few days. Don't worry, though, because once I let you out, you'll thank me. Deal?"

The tiger's enormous black stalk flexed in response, blasting a particularly powerful surge of cum that made the oversized rubber condom creak and strain. Atari's eyes widened and he leaned back over, digging in the end table drawer for an extra supersized condom. His fingers of the other paw squeezed the base, struggling to keep a tight grip as his maleness bucked and spasmed in the throes of an overwhelming climax.

"Okay... it's a deal... nnngghhhh!"

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The mouse was only vaguely aware of things the next few days, though he found himself enjoying the sensation of tongues, rumps, and fur sliding along his slick and sensitive flesh. Orgasm was even more incredible - he felt like the whole universe was hitting his prostate all at once each time the tiger blew a load.

But all good things must come to an end, and even though Atari enjoyed the extra swing and heft the mouse provided his already massive shaft, by the end of the week, the tiger unloaded the transformed male as so many thick squirts of musky tiger jizz that nearly overflowed a hundred gallon galvanized steel tank in the back of the locker room usually used for heated baths. The surging, bubbling goop drew together, reminding the big tiger of those old movies with the mercury robot. He grinned as he felt his ropes of seed exiting his thick shaft, now back down to its usual exceedingly large and plump size, half hard as the last few spurts of molten mouse goo drizzled into the tub.

The mouse wasn't so cute anymore, though. As his shoulders and head rose out of the puddle of goop in the metal basin, the mouse's torso looked much larger than before. There was nothing slender or meek about the pumping, pulsing cords of powerful pec muscles wiggling under his light white fur as the thick seed absorbed into his body, filling him out and bulking him up. The big cat's potent, protein-laden spooge soaked deep into his body, affecting not just his appearance, but his attitude as well. His arms barely formed before he was flexing his biceps and checking out his beefed up body - a parting gift as thanks for a fun week from the satisfied, spent feline.

Once his paws finished and he felt the last of his new body energized with the tiger's jizz, the mouse stepped out of the tub and walked up to the tiger. He bumped chest to chest with the thick feline and grinned, wide ears flicking, bald tail swaying behind him. Their arms clutched at each other, muscle cat on muscle mouse, tongues flexing and fighting for space between their lips and muzzles. The mouse had to lean up on tiptoes to reach, but with Atari leaning over and turning his head slightly, they found a comfortable position to throat each others' tongues. Atari's claws scraped down the mouse's big, round rump, before giving it a smack that got a deep growl out of the enlarged rodent, who returned the favor a moment later by slapping the white tiger's rock hard glutes with an open palm.

"Nnnggh... nice ass," the mouse grunted, saliva still stringing out between their muzzles. Between his legs, his similarly enlarged maleness fattened up. Though he was overall nowhere near the size of Atari, the now six-foot-tall, bulked up muscle-mouse would find he'd be able to move up entire classes of weights during his workouts.

"Thanks, stud," the tiger purred. His paw reached between them and cupped the mouse heavy, full sac. "How'd you enjoy your week?"

"Fuckin' awesome, gotta do it again sometime," the mouse grunted, grinning lewdly as he pumped his package into the tiger's palm. "Not right now though. I gotta go find me some nice ass to plow. Fuck, I feel good..."

The tiger grinned wider and squeezed the mouse's full sac until the rodent growled with lust.

"You're lookin' good, too, stud, almost as good as you did hanging off my hips all week. Don't worry about finding some thick rumps to jump on, though; I've already got a few friends on their way over," Atari said, shifting his paw up to tweak the mouse's nipple. "By the way, I never got your name."

"Oh... yeah, it's-"

As if on cue, the door to the locker room opened. Half a dozen thick-hipped males - some muscular, some feminine, some in between - strode in, none wearing more than a pair of shorts, all sporting obscene bulges in the fronts. The army of personal trainers represented a fraction of the employees at Atari's Gym, but these five were the first to volunteer for a fun extra duty assignment: give the newly reformed muscle mouse the introduction to studhood that he deserved.

Five of them immediately pounced on the grown mouse, easily the biggest of them all, and before a minute had passed a fat-rumped fox and a muscular stallion argued over who got to ride the new guy first. The last of the six, a squirrel leaned up and kissed the big, muscular feline on the cheek while both paws wrapped around the tiger's throbbing pole.

"You boys have a good time," Atari grunted as he slid one hand under the squirrel's rump and pulled the curvy boytoy along as he headed for the locker room doors. "Don't be too rough on him now... cuz I'm gonna be rough enough on Louis here for all of us!"

The squirrel's giggles and shrieks as the tiger picked him up and squeezed him into the flexing pecs on his torso mixed with the variety of growls and gasps as the remaining five members of the tiger's personal training team made sure the hunky white mouse got all the attention his quivering staff and flexing muscles could ever desire.

The End