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Part Three: Spring Break

Rhys furrowed his brow as he studied his nude reflection in the mirror. The large lion's biceps popped when he flexed his arms, with well-defined triceps rounding out the display of his musculature. His chest barreled out before him, larger now than it once was at the peak of his college football quarterback career. Looking lower, the feline found a six pack where one had just but a week and a half ago faded away. Further down, his legs were strong and generously toned, like those of a well-trained wide receiver. Rhys placed his paws on his chest and worked his way down, squeezing muscles both familiar and unfamiliar, and taking in his lean shape. As his delicate paws traces the curves of his pecs, the lion felt his arousal begin to grow. His tail waved slowly behind him, and as his paw finally reached the source of the warmth emanating from between his legs, a smile crept across his maw.

This was the body he had been working towards all his life. The one that would get him into the NFL after college. The one that would get him all of the sex, money, and opportunity he could ever want. The one that he was on his way to destroying.

Slowly, his toned body shifted. As his claws followed the path of his defined abs, his stomach began to expand and soften, rendering his once chiseled stomach flat, then slightly rounded, before it began to take on a slight sag and heft that continued to grow. Following not far behind, his sturdy pecs began to lose their shape, softening in the same manner as his stomach before taking on a slight dip. As the lion's eyes danced across his form, he watched the rest of the body shift in turn, his heart beating rapidly as he felt himself trapped between feelings of arousal and horror. His thighs grew thicker, his biceps lost their size and shape, his cheeks and chin began to puff out, and even his tail began to take on a slight thickness as it swayed heavily behind him. Panicked, Rhys grabbed and squeezed at his inflating form, his mind oscillating between the both the fear of losing his toned form, and the sheer pleasure that it brought him. Looking down, he could no longer see his member as it was eclipsed by his still growing belly, though the lion was further impeded as his second chin pressed against his thickening chest.

Moaning, Rhys closed his eyes, acquiescing to his circumstance - stuck in space, feeling himself grow and expand seemingly without limits.

---

Rhys woke up with a groggy yawn as the real world came back into view. He had fallen asleep thirty minutes into his three-hour flight to Florida, only to be jostled awake by a rough landing onto the black tarmac of the Miami International Airport. The sun shone brightly through his window as he opened its cover, revealing deep blue skies and a beautiful day awaiting. Curious, the lion looked down at himself, as though to affirm that his expansion was indeed just a dream - and to an extent, it was. The muscular form the lion had envisioned certainly was no longer visible, instead, he was merely reminded of his soft middle and still shapely, but similarly softening pecs. His biceps had for the most part stayed intact, though his arms were slightly inflated by the new weight he had taken on in the recent weeks. His muscles had not yet left him, but were covered by a layer of fat, and for all that it mattered, he was still not as large as some of the passengers on the plane - though his sides did come awfully close to pinning him between the armrests. The feline's arousal, however, was still very real, but was quickly hidden with some strategic paw placement.

The past two weeks with his roommate and lover Evan had done some obvious damage. He had been suspended and put on a diet by his football coach until he could get back in shape, but the constant feedings and indulgences motivated by the husky kept the chances of any such return to fitness marginal. Besides, while Rhys was concerned about getting too big, he was having fun exploring the changes to his body. Plus, Evan was an excellent encourager. Frequently the feline would find himself pinned to the bed, gently being hand-fed by his canine companion, only to wake up the next morning slightly heavier and with Evan in his arms.

Now, Rhys had made his way to Miami for a spring break trip with his frat brothers, many of whom he had gotten close with over the past few weeks. He had become fast friends with Donovan, the wiry dalmatian who had acted as the frat's Pledge Master, and he frequently chatted with Justin and Davy, a jet-black wolf and hyena duo who were known for bringing the life to any of the frat's notorious parties. Together they had purchased a small hotel suite which they would share for the week, and which would act as their base of operations as they enjoyed the beach and plotted out which parties to crash. To the lion's dismay, Evan could not afford the trip, and instead would be staying with his parents for the week-long break. Yet, Rhys was content to make the most of it, and with that thought in mind, he moved into the aisle, grabbed his carry-on from the storage bin above his head, and made his way off the plane, tacky red Hawaiian button down, white shorts, and all. Two rows back, Donovan, Justin, and Davy trailed behind.

"So," Donovan began, having caught up with Rhys along with Justin and Davy outside the gate, "that flight was kind of boring, huh?"

"There wasn't even a TV!" Justin said with a nod as the group made their way towards the baggage claim.

"You'd think we'd at least get that with the price of the ticket," Davy chimed in.

"I just slept the whole way through," muttered Rhys.

"Lazy," Donovan chided with a nudge to the feline's side. Rhys merely rolled his eyes, the phrase now familiar as a term of endearment which had come about as the entire frat had watched the lion grow over the past few weeks. Still, none of them knew how Rhys truly felt about his new weight, only that he had gone soft with such speed.

"Honestly though, sleeping was probably a good call," Davy said with a yawn. The hyena stretched his arms out wide, his white tank-top pressing against his somewhat pudgy middle. "Anyway," Davy pointed towards a crowd of deplaned furs speed walking down a tight corridor, "I think the baggage is that way."

The crew laughed and chatted as they pressed their way through the crowd to the baggage claim and hailed a ride to their hotel.

---

"Well," Davy began as the four furs made their way into the hotel lobby, "this place is shittier than I'd expected."

"It's what we could afford,"

Justin snarled in response.

"I'll check us in. Watch my stuff." Donovan placed his suitcase next to Justin's before heading towards the concierge.

Rhys had to agree with the hyena - the hotel was strikingly bland, with beige walls and ceilings, and a roof that seemed to have been recently patched up. Fake plants and pottery were strewn about the lobby, and while they set a cohesive scene, it was hardly a striking one. The hotel they had chosen for their week of partying had turned out to be more suited for the single night traveler away for business than for a couple of frat brothers looking for a good time. Regardless, it had space and was close to the beach. That was all the crew truly needed.

"So, how are we going to do this?" Donovan asked, holding four keycards in his paw.

"We each pick one?" Rhys suggested, snagging a card from the pledge master's grip.

"Makes sense," Justin said, reaching for a card.

"Sure." Davy picked another. "I'm 304."

"Same," said Donovan. The pair high-fived and made their way towards the elevator.

"Guess we're both 306," Justin said with a grin.

"Hell yeah," Rhys laughed, "let's do this!"

The pair pushed their way into the elevator with Davy and Donovan, a somewhat tight squeeze made more uncomfortable by the luggage pressing each fur against the cold metal walls. Still, all of their tails swayed slightly as the prospect at what awaited them in their hotel rooms filled them with excitement. As such, once the thick metal doors opened, the crew raced down the hallway, each trying to be the first to their rooms.

"Let's get changed and head down to the beach asap. I spied some babes down there!" Justin shouted to his companions as he fumbled to scan his keycard and pry open the door to room 306.

The room was sparse, as the wolf and lion had at this point expected, but it was still smaller than they had anticipated. Between two gray walls were two twin size beds tucked adjacent to one another, thinly separated by a nightstand only half a foot wide. A slim corridor to the right of the entryway led to a miniscule bathroom with sickly green tiles and a slender shower with a clear glass sliding door.

"Well, it's not paradise," Justin said, throwing his bright yellow duffle bag onto the bed nearest the still covered balcony window, "but it's home."

"That it is," Rhys said with a chuff, tossing himself onto the bed belly first. The springs squeaked for a moment, but to the lion's surprise, the mattress was soft and welcoming, not the hard, overly firm feeling he had anticipated. The lion tilted his head towards the wolf, who had begun opening the curtains, letting the sun cascade into the room. Spying a dingy electronic clock on the nightstand, Rhys noted that it was only one in the afternoon. "So," Rhys raised himself up on one arm, "any 'hot babes?'"

"A few, actually," the wolf turned to him with a grin, "wanna see?"

"I'm good." Rhys wondered if he was still into women.

"Alright then, let's get moving!" Justin closed the curtains once more and unzipped his bag.

Rhys slid out of bed with a sigh and began to open his luggage, pulling out a pair of bright red swim trunks, freshly purchased out of fear that his older swimwear would no longer fit. His sight slid to Justin, who had begun pulling down his briefs to put on his shorts. The feline blushed slightly and quickly averted his gaze. Though his view had been obscured by the bed and he had seen the canine nude before in the locker room, it felt different being alone in a hotel together - and besides, staring probably wouldn't be taken too kindly anyway.

Facing away from the wolf, Rhys stripped. Rapidly, the feline unbuttoned his shirt, his belly peeking out to fill in the gaps. Throwing it to the side, his paws moved next to his shorts, sliding them down his legs, thick with a combination of muscle and fat. Though Justin didn't stare, he couldn't help but glance as the feline, faced away from him, undressed.

Justin had known Rhys for quite a while in college. In fact, the canine considered themselves to be a lot alike. They had both been partiers, womanizers, and gym rats. Yet, recently, when it came to those last two elements, the lion had changed. In the past weeks, Rhys would gladly go to the bars and clubs with the wolf, but was far less flirtatious with the women who would approach them. And while he still went to the gym regularly, something else was clearly going on - from his view now, he could clearly tell. The lion's back was still muscled, but towards his hips a muffin top had formed, his larger frame puffing out over the waistband of his briefs. Even his ass had rounded out, filling out his underwear, though still kept in shape by the leftover firmness from his training. He hadn't paid too much attention to it, but it was becoming clear how much his feline friend had changed. A bigger chest, kept in shape, but softer. Bigger arms, strong but subdued. Bigger thighs, powerful but padded. Perhaps he was just bulking a little too hard? Regardless, Rhys was a walking contradiction, and while the lion seemed to be ashamed by it in the beginning, he seemed to be more comfortable with his form now. In fact, to Justin's surprise, the ladies still flocked to him when they went out, even if the lion did push them away. "Must be the dad bod thing," Justin muttered to himself. As the lion slipped off his briefs, his gazed returned to his own swimsuit.

"Alright, you ready?" Rhys turned around with a grin, belly exposed as he was clad in his swimsuit.

"Ready," the wolf said with a nod. His white swimsuit complimented his dark gray fur perfectly, drawing attention to his tight abs and lithe waist.

"Let's do this."

---

The sun beat harshly on the furs bodies as all four met up outside the hotel. As they made their way to the hot sand and cool waters, the frat brothers made up quite a varied crew. Justin was the most toned of the group, his washboard abs and well-defined pecs making the wolf a welcome sight to anyone's eyes. Donovan had little definition to his figure, instead he was slim, his lithe form suiting the expectations of his species. Davy, unlike Justin and Rhys, was never too focused on his body in the first place, taking on a slightly chubby form that gave a cherubic appeal. Of course, Rhys stood out far more than the rest. Besides being the tallest of the bunch, he was clearly the biggest, his large frame making him the most prominent member of the crew. Yet, as Justin had observed before, there was something fitting about Rhys' size. While he had seemed anxious about his new weight before, the lion was starting to own it, and with his proud walk and handsome jaw line, the wolf could finally understand the feline's appeal.

With some difficulty on the massively crowded beach, the group found a space to lay out their towels as a menagerie of furs surrounded them.

"So, who's going in first?" Justin asked, his tail wagging with excitement.

"I'm in!" Rhys answered.

"Just give me a sec," Davy chimed in, hiding his phone in his beach bag.

Justin looked at Donovan, who had begun to sprawl out on his towel. "You coming?"

"Does it look like I'm coming?" Donovan took off his sun glasses and closed his eyes.

"Why not?" Justin's tail went slack for a moment before Davy grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the water.

"Don't worry about him, let's just go."

With a sigh, Justin and the rest of the trio began their march to the shore, shuffling past pachyderms and dodging frisbees before finally making it to the somewhat chilly waters. With a grin, Rhys took the lead, diving in to submerge himself in the cool waves. While the cold of the water hit like a wall, it was the feeling of his belly just barely scraping against the sandy bottom that shocked the feline the most. As he surfaced, he noticed that staying afloat was slightly easier than he had recalled, a product of his new softness. It only took a moment for Justin and Davy to find themselves at his side.

"So," Justin began, wiping the salt water from his eyes, "why didn't Donovan come?" Both the wolf and Rhys locked their eyes on Davy.

"He can't swim," the hyena said with a shrug.

"Well I hope he doesn't dry up out there" Rhys laughed before shifting onto his back. The pounding sun warmed his chest and belly as they stuck out of the water. Closing his eyes, the feline took in the scents and sounds of the ocean, finally relaxing after weeks of stressing over school - and his new weight. He thought of Evan, and suddenly was flooded with feelings for his roommate and lover.

---

What happened between his serene moments floating in the water and waking up wet, cold, and tied to a chair in one of the hotel bedrooms was a blur.

Struggling to open his eyes, Rhys tried to recall what had happened. He knew he had been forced under the water for a moment, the taste of the salt water still lingered in his maw. And he knew that he had gone back to the shore to get a drink at the beach bar. He had met someone there. Someone familiar. Someone who got him a drink.

The lights in the room flipped on suddenly with a low hum. In front of the lion stood a somewhat chubby white and orange fox. It took a moment to click, but the feline remembered this fox well - he had served as his milk chugging challenger when they were pledging the frat.

"K-kevin?" the lion mumbled.

"Good, so you're awake." Kevin paced in front of Rhys. Behind him, through half-opened eyes, the lion spotted a video camera pointed right at him.

"What?" Rhys moved to rub his eyes but found his paws bound behind him. "What's happening?"

Kevin stopped in his tracks and turned to Rhys. "You know I would've gotten in if it weren't for you."

"Into what?" The lion's lips felt dry. His mind was hazy.

"The frat you dumb cat." Kevin returned to pacing. "I won that challenge. Hell, I beat you by half a jug, but you still got in and I didn't."

"I-I'm sorry?" Rhys fumbled for his words.

"Three gallons." Kevin stopped again. "That's how much you could handle last time. But now..." The fox placed a warm paw on the lion's cold belly and squeezed. "Well, look at yourself. You must've gained over a hundred pounds since then." Kevin slapped Rhys' wet gut. Rhys blushed as it roared back with unexpected hunger. "So, I have a proposition for you." Kevin grabbed Rhys by the cheeks and forced their gaze together.

"What do you want?"

"You're gonna get back at Donovan for me." Kevin released his grasp.

Rhys was confused. His mind was still fuzzy, and while he could understand the fox, he could hardly comprehend it. Instead, his head nodded downwards, unable to maintain the effort needed to keep it up. Here, he was met with a still unfamiliar sight. Through his wet and matted fur, he could see his soft and slightly sagging chest, but he couldn't pull his eyes from his belly. Seated, it bounded outwards over his lap and covering his groin. It folded on itself at his sides and his love handles were squeezed outwards. He had never really looked at it from this angle. He hadn't realized how fat he looked.

"Rhys, are you listening to me?" The fox grabbed his cheeks once more.

"Mmhmm." Rhys groaned.

"So, here's the deal." Kevin let go and the lion finally paid attention. "I saw you at the challenge. You liked it. Being made a fool out of. Being stuffed in front of everyone. Everyone was watching your stomach, but I saw what was going on in those boxers." Kevin slowly started rubbing the lion's gut. The wet fur tangled and clumped together. Rhys couldn't help but purr and flick his tail in his intoxicated state. For a moment, he thought of Evan. "So we're going to record a fun little video for the whole wide world to see." Rhys stopped purring. His eyes went wide. "Unless you get back at Donovan, and get me into the frat." Kevin backed away.

"I-I might be able to get you in. B-but what do you want me to do to Donovan."

"You'll figure it out big boy."

"And..." Rhys struggled to clear his head once more, "if I don't?"

"Well, you'll be internet famous at least." The fox snickered.

"But -"

"Enough questions, let's get started." Kevin pulled on a black hood and moved to the corner of the room, just out of the lion's sight. As he opened his mouth to protest, he was surprised by a funnel being stuck into his maw. "Now, now, don't worry, if you cooperate, you'll be fine." Too tired to struggle, the powerful lion gave in. Behind him, something heavy moved. "You did three before. Let's see how many you can do now that you're like..." Kevin squeezed the lion's belly once more, "well, like this."

With that, Rhys heard the trickle of liquid pouring down the funnel before a familiar taste hit his tongue - sweet and thick. It was milk. Instinctively, Rhys felt himself grow aroused. Against his weakened will, his tail flicked to life, a deep purr emanated from his chest, and through his wet swim shorts, it was clear he was getting hard.

The flow got heavier as Kevin leaned into it, gushing down the lion's throat and into his belly. Though the milk was cold, Rhys felt warm as it slowly began to fill his gut. The fox leaned down and whispered in the lion's ear. "So, you really do like this huh?" He placed a free paw on the side of Rhys' belly as he emptied the last quarter of the jug into the funnel and tossed it to the side. "Last time even one jug was a little tough for you. Guess it's time for another."

The fox dipped away as the lion, free from the flow for a moment, began to pant. Kevin was right. Unlike last time, this first jug went down easier, likely a result of his feeding sessions with Evan. Hearing his captor return, Rhys closed his eyes and leaned up once more, a seemingly willing victim. "Good kitty," Kevin mused as he began to pour the next jug.

Where once the lion would have whimpered, Rhys instead moaned as it went down his throat, his cock twitching and toes curling as it began to fill his belly past the point of normalcy. As it went down, the lion could feel his belly start to groan as it prepared itself for the coming onslaught. Half-way through the second jug, the lion was full. The thickness of the milk felt heavy in his gut, and he purred deeply as he felt his belly begin to rest upon his throbbing cock. With enough of the jug gone to support it with one paw, Kevin reached around the lion and squeezed his chest, causing Rhys' tail to wave wildly behind him. Unseen by the camera, the fox smirked. Rhys was acting exactly as he had wanted.

Removing the funnel and tossing the jug aside, Kevin allowed the lion a moment to catch his breath. "What happened to you?" he mumbled to himself before grabbing the next jug. Instead of a funnel, the fox decided to take a more direct approach. Taking hold of the lion's cheeks once more, he forced Rhys' muzzle open and turned the jug over. Most of the liquid poured down his mouth as the lion greedily guzzled it up, but some was lost as it dripped out of his maw and onto his cheeks, chin, chest, and belly. Unnoticed by the lion, Kevin let go of the feline's cheeks, but rather than stopping, Rhys continued to chug caught in the moment.

The lion moaned as his belly began to expand. The once soft gut began to tighten as the third jug shifted its contents to his belly. He could feel his elastic waistband strain to contain his growing size as the milk sloshed around in his bloated stomach. He could feel a wetness begin to spread in his shorts as he began to leak pre.

As the third jug finished, Rhys instinctively licked the milk dripping from his lips and maw before Kevin appeared before him. The fox trailed a claw across the lion's round gut, catching it in his belly button. "Three down, that's more than you've ever done." Rhys panted in the fox's face. "But we're not done here just yet." Kevin pressed his paw into the lion's belly, forcing an enormous belch out of the Rhys' maw. "Good kitty." The fox patted Rhys' belly before returning behind him once more.

Before the lion knew it, a fourth jug met his lips, and like the last, he was helpless but to lap it down. The chair creaked beneath him as his gut filled once more. He moaned as the fur on his belly began to thin out against his stretching gut. Though once somewhat hunched over, Rhys found his posture shifting as his belly forced him back, taking up more space than ever before. Like a beach ball, his rotund gut pressed outward, putting pressure on his leaking cock and spreading his legs apart as much as they could against his bindings. As the last of the fourth jug passed his lips, a horrible crack spread through the room as the elastic on his shorts snapped, sending his belly forward as it got room to breathe.

"Well, we won't be needing that anymore." Kevin laughed. Pulling out a small knife, he cut the shorts off his victim and threw them to the ground. Rhys became aware of the camera once more. There he sat, nude, stuffed, with milk dripping from his lips and covering his chest and belly. His cock pressed firmly against his belly, rebelling against the fears of being covered by it. His heavy balls sat pressed up against his leaking cock, as though being presented to the camera.

Kevin slapped the lion's belly once more, leaving his paw there for a moment to rub the milk into his wet fur. "One more to go."

The fox disappeared once more, opened up the jug, and waited for Rhys' mouth to open. When it didn't, he grabbed his cheeks and forced the liquid down the lion's throat once more.

Rhys moaned. His belly was painfully full, sending a dull ache across his body. Still, his tail flicked across the floor. His cheeks blushed. His cock throbbed. And his belly continued to stretch. As the milk filled whatever room was left in his gut, he thought about what would happen afterwards. How many pounds he would gain. How his chest would grow even softer and sag against his belly. How his belly would round out even more into a large, somewhat sagging gut that would sit in his lap every time he took a seat. How his cheeks would puff out more and a double chin would become more apparent.

Kevin tossed the empty jug across the room and pushed down hard on the lion's belly. Another thunderous burp escaped his maw as the lion let the pleasure and pain envelope him, and he couldn't help but shoot cum across the room, coating his underbelly and just barely hitting the lens of the camera.

"12,000 calories. You're one gluttonous lion," Kevin laughed. "Now go be a good kitten and do what you're told."

Dazed and basking in the afterglow, Rhys didn't feel his restraints being released until a towel was thrown onto his lap. Against his will, and still under the influence of whatever concoction had made him pass out before, Rhys stumbled out of the hotel room, forced out by the smaller fox. The door locked behind him, and as he panted, the lion realized where he was. Standing in the hallway of the hotel. Nude. Stuffed. Wet. Holding a towel against his crotch.

He steadied himself against the wall, his belly bulging, the added heft threatening to make him tumble over.

Cautiously, he made his way back to the hotel room, undoubtedly catching a few eyes.

What just happened?