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The thick canopy of treetops choked out the sun glaring overhead, leaving the forest floor bathed in shadows at all times of the day. The absence of light prevented little other plant life to flourish, with mosses and grasses being the only thing stopping the dirt floor from being totally barren. It made walking through the woods rather pleasant in spite of the lack of light were one to avoid the fallen branches. But for Puss, a jaunty stroll through the forest was the last thing he wanted.

"Ugh, a straight line is supposed to be the fastest path between two points. Why am I not out yet? Did I get lost somehow?" He sighed, running his hand down the front of his face, his fingers slowly trailing down his eyelids in frustration. "I should not have split up from the others..."

Every tree, while unique in their own right, all looked the same when compared to the ones around them. It had his brain glazing over as the dearth of anything visually interesting utterly bored him to tears. He cursed his insistence at going down the path alone as even having at least one other person to talk to would've made the trek more bearable.

There must've been a change in weather recently as the trees ahead had some kind of fog shrouding most of them. Great, just what he needed - another thing to keep him from figuring out where to go. He reasoned he ought to be fine if he just kept going straight, right?

That ended up being more challenging than he initially anticipated as the wispy fog dulled what little light filtered through the leaves overhead. Nevertheless he marched on, not slowing down for a second as he wasn't about to let a lack of visibility hinder the progress he'd made thus far. Facing challenges head-on was what everyone knew him for!

Still, the fog was fairly dense, meaning he had to slow down just to ensure he kept on the right path. At the very least his eyes were able to amplify the scant amount of light peering through the trees to help him see. It paid to be a cat.

That's when he heard a familiar whistle pierce the silence around him, one that raised his hackles and had him instantly drawing his sword. "Muerte?!" He stumbled around the immediate area, facing every direction to see where the threat came from. "You have no business being here! I am not being reckless like I once was, I am valuing my life."

"And I can see that," Death stepped forward from the shadow of a tree, coming up right behind the housecat.

Puss sensed the eerie chill of the canine's presence, turning around to find the source of the disembodied voice and then jumping back a foot to distance himself from the menace in black. "So what is the purpose of you harassing me then?"

"'Harassing'?Gatito, your words wound me so!" Death let out a laugh somehow both sinister and cordial at the same time. "Consider this to be... a check-up, of sorts."

Confusion overtook Puss as he regarded the silver-furred lupine. "A check-up? You mean of my skills? I might have been a bit shaken during our first confrontation, but I assure you," he raised his sword in the direction of the wolf, a determined expression on his face, "I am more than prepared to take you on. Have at you!"

"Easy, gato, I'm not here for a fight. I would handily win if I were." As if to demonstrate, Death swished his hands in front of his cloak, revealing his twin sickles for the cat to see. "You can put away your toy."

Hesitantly, Puss did just that, not letting the intruder leave his sights. "Then... why _are_you here exactly?"

Death lowered his hood, the semblance of a warm smile etched across his muzzle. "Alright, I may have lied about checking up on you. The truth is that I've been following you since our last meeting, and I would have to say," the words didn't immediately come to him, which got him to purse his lips, "I'm a little disappointed in you."

"Excuse me?! How could one be disappointed in me? I am Puss in Boots!" Puss stomped a boot on the ground in indignance.

"How shall I put this? You have been rather..." Death curled the fingers of the hand he held out in front of him. "Careful, as of late. I find that quite unbecoming of a hero of your status."

To hear what used to be his greatest concern taunt him like that had Puss' blood boil in resentment. "That is literally what you established the last time! You made it abundantly clear that I am on my last life, so I have been making more calculated moves to maximize what little time I have left. Is that not a good thing?"

"I guess I just expected you to be more adventurous, is all," Death leaned in close to the feline's face, his snout mere centimetres from the former bounty hunter. "What happened to the cat who laughed in the face of Death?"

"Oh, I am plenty_adventurous, let me assure you. I am adventurous, and I am also fearless. You do not scare me, _lobo!"

Death's mouth curled upward along his lengthy snout. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear."

The predatory grin plastered on the wolf's mug had Puss on edge, his hand readied above his sword to strike at a moment's notice. His mind raced as to what the spectre had in store for him. Steady went his heartbeat as he witnessed the canine reach to his waistline... only to grab the hem of that cloak and slowly pull it up. To say he was confused would be an understatement.

Revelation of the spirit's intentions didn't come any sooner, leaving him to observe his former adversary remove the garment that helped blend in with the shadows around them, unveiling a chiseled torso that had him feeling a mix of agitated and bewildered. The idea of the personification of his own demise looking like a model of some kind had him more perturbed than he'd ever been in his life - wasn't the lupine supposed to be some sort of waifish figure of myth?

"I can see in your face how perplexed you are." The sight of the housecat taken aback by his appearance had Death wryly grinning. "You can't tell me you're not impressed."

"I most certainly can," Puss stood his ground, not letting himself be intimidated by the spectre. "Whatever this is meant to be, I want no part of it."

Death observed the feline's futile attempts to wade through the fog that heralded his arrival, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he let it thicken everywhere except for between them. "Gatito, listen. Leaving now would be a waste of your time. Trust me when I say I can make this worth your while."

Puss swatted at the mist, frustrated that it wouldn't dissipate like he wanted it to. He couldn't see where he was going anymore; he had no choice but to find out what the wolf had in store for him. With a sigh he turned back around, only for his face to burn bright red when he unfortunately had to witness the spirit disrobe entirely, displaying a cock as thick as his arm without any shame whatsoever. "Ay dios mío..." He shielded his eyes from the sight.

"Oh Puss, your false modesty is adorable," Death sauntered up to the petrified housecat, his demeanour ostentatious as his endowment slapped against his shredded thigh. "I know you appreciate the male form. I was there for that; I saw everything."

"You saw nothing!" Puss pointed at Death's face, trying his best to avoid looking at the lupine's meaty member.

"There's a reason you worked out," Death bent down to meet the feline face-to-face. "I know what you like, Puss. You enjoyed the feeling of being a _gato grande_and all the attention it brought you, just like you enjoyed being able to see others look the same way." A mischievous smile punctuated his observation, thoroughly relishing in the rosy blush that showed through the swordsman's orange fur. "I'm doing this for you!"

A flurry of emotions Puss had long forgotten about had risen from the depths of his soul, making him flustered as the canine continued pressing buttons he hadn't registered in years. "T-That was several lifetimes ago. I am a changed cat now!"

"Please! You're the same man I knew from the first time you died. You've always been the same deep down, and I know for a fact that hasn't changed in the slightest."

"T-That's not true, I--"

"Puss, were I any other man, you wouldn't have an issue with this," Death's words had a supernatural chill to them that he saw rattled the housecat. However, that wasn't his intention, and he forced his expression to lighten in order to reveal his true purpose for his sudden appearance. "What would you say if I told you I could show you something those other men couldn't?"

Puss eyed the canine in suspicion, not happy his cover was blown. "I would be mildly curious as to what you could possibly be referring to."

Death's impish grin stretched from one ear to the other. "And I would be more than happy to show you." With the feline's interest piqued he took a step back as he eyed the diminutive duelist, tongue moving along his bared teeth in anticipation. He could see he commanded the cat's attention, and it was exactly what he wanted.

His hands naturally found their way behind his head, giving him the ideal stance to fully flaunt his built form. The grimace the feline wore belied the curiosity he knew was hidden away. It was showtime.

Without any sort of indication as to what his intentions were, he flexed his whole body, tensing his musculature as much as he could, enthralling the other man with the display of his gorgeous physique that he cultivated with little effort; it was one of the perks of his state of being.

And then he stopped flexing, only for his enlarged size to remain. His smile grew wider when he saw the swordsman's eyes widen in surprise. "I knew you'd like seeing this."

Puss was beside himself in amazement. Ages he spent in the gym, pushing his comparatively smaller body to its limits in the pursuit of size, not giving up for a second in order to sate his goals. He was on track to break all sorts of records as, even though he couldn't quite stack up against a human, there was no other housecat on the planet who even came close to his magnificence. A veritable fireplug was he, an impressive specimen of man who others figuratively looked up to as an example of how far one could go when properly motivated. Alas, his hubris caught up with him and ended any dreams he might've once had, his death leading him down a different path in the next life.

But to see such growth in the wolf before him reignited the passion for muscle he once had. Emotions he'd kept buried inside him burst back into the forefront of his mind. It was everything he wanted at that point; why was this spirit taunting him like that?

"What, cat got your tongue?" Death cooed at the stunned feline. "You can tell me how much you like what you see, you know."

"I..." Puss gulped, his nostrils flaring at the spectacle of such a brawny figure only he got to witness. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"No? Well then, how about this?" Now confident the housecat wouldn't look away, Death went ahead with the rest of his plan. He kept his gaze locked on the smaller man, loving the expression he observed when his muscle mass swelled without any other input. Flexing wasn't necessary to make himself bigger, but he knew a man as flamboyantly showy as the feline wouldn't have been able to resist such a sight.

More and more he grew himself, his chest engorging with more beef than what the duelist was able to gain in a single lifetime. Arms that had significant force behind them before now surged in size, both peaks of his biceps bigger than his head without tensing them. Each of his triceps alone were thicker than the housecat was, easily magnitudes stronger; he'd be willing to show just how mighty he was if asked to.

Much like his front, his back burgeoned larger than what it was as it bloated out in every direction. He groaned in delight as his muscles grew mountainous, densely-packed beef piling on as if materializing out of thin air, giving him an aura of power far greater than the one he normally possessed, one he didn't exercise often enough in his opinion. The sensation of his traps swallowing his neck was one he adored, much like the feeling of his lats flaring out wide under his arms. Were any birds around they'd likely be envious of the wingspan he now sported.

The trees around him might join that camp soon given how much mass bulked out his meaty quads. They pressed against one another as they swelled, the tensing heft forcing his stance to spread in order to accommodate all that he gave himself. His hands naturally found their way down to his engorging trunks - massive enough to crush anything unlucky enough to be caught between them - only to migrate to the mounds of beef that was his ass right after. He reveled in the firmness in his grasp, giving himself one last fondle before moving onto the one thing that seemed to catch the feline's attention more than anything else.

Seeing the housecat's gaze transfixed on his fattened tool had pride swell in his soul. To have the famed swordsman so easily enthralled with the size he'd attained got him to puff out his chest, still focused on the cat watching his wolfhood throb to life, thickening with vigour that pumped through his veins. The duelist seemed to falter once his pole grew larger than one of those orange-furred legs, but it was necessary to complete the imposing visage he'd intended for himself.

While he considered the act of growing himself as fun, he knew there'd be more once the feline got involved. "Come to papacito."

Puss cringed. "I am... not going to refer to you as that..."

"It was a joke, Puss. Lighten up," Death scoffed as he regarded the small cat before him. "But seriously, I can tell you want to know what this feels like up close. I'll even make it easy for you." Smirk not leaving his face, he took a seat on the ground, the hundreds of pounds of bulk he'd just gained on full display for the cat to ogle. "I can't see you giving me any excuses now."

Indeed, Puss couldn't think of any reason to back away from the odd situation. In spite of their previous encounter the wolf didn't appear to be hostile in the slightest. It struck him as particularly strange how his innermost desires were brought out so effortlessly by the spectre, but a growing part of him didn't want to question his fortuity.

And that's when he realized he'd gone rock-hard without noticing. The instant his hand inadvertently brushed up along his stiff member he gasped, a tad ashamed how he'd let himself be so vulnerable like that. Nevertheless the invitation was open, and he fully resolved to investigate what the spirit had to offer.

Even so, his first steps were tentative. Try as he might, he couldn't build up the courage to waltz on over to the hulking canine like he would any other challenge, uncharacteristically taking things slow.

That annoyed Death, who rolled his eyes at the feline's lack of urgency in the matter. He deemed it necessary to take matters into his own hands by grabbing the duelist and mashing the other man against his swollen form. "You were taking too long, gatito. That's most unlike you."

Puss barely registered what the lupine had just said, only really able to tell anything was stated as the pecs his face had been stuffed between rumbled as the spirit spoke. But the sensation of having that kind of beef enveloping him engulfed his very being in a particular erotic thrill that he hadn't felt in ages. His tongue immediately left his mouth, lashing away at the wolf's silvery fur as the ambrosial feeling of bulk inundated his nerves and had him experiencing pleasure he'd long forgotten about.

"There we go. Isn't that better?" Death's own shaft pulsed from the cat's ministrations - a testament to the swordsman's prowess - but then had his eyes go wide when he heard purring coming from the smaller man. "Oh ho, I see I'm to your liking!"

The continual tongue bath Puss gave the canine was more than enough of an answer. Up and down, left and right he lapped at the spectre's beef, savouring the masculine essence that he never once questioned why he could taste. It fueled his arousal more than most things had.

"Greedy gato," Death sighed as he pulled the feline free, his sweat matting the orange fur of the duelist. "Enjoying yourself, are we?" He snickered at the embarrassed visage of the housecat.

"I-I, uh... do not know what has come over me!" Puss averted his gaze from the imposing canine, a blush coming on strong when he felt a soft kiss come from the behemoth of a wolf.

"Don't worry about that. I'm giving you what you want, after all." Of all the mortals he'd dealt with in his time, the feline was the only one he wanted to share this moment with. He knew there wasn't anyone else who would've appreciated it quite like that.

To feel the musculature of someone who understood him had Puss over the moon, his needs being met after years of lying dormant, thoroughly ready to give up his inhibitions and fully enjoy himself. And then he found himself staring down the lupine's meaty schlong and felt a lump form in his throat right after. "Uh, lobo?"

Death angled his pillar towards the cat, pushing it from the top with a finger before trailing down to the base. "Don't worry, Puss, I know you're more than capable of taking this on," he assured. Thin rivulets of pre dribbled down the length of his cock, the swordsman's eyes watching them race to his balls. "Go on, lick it up."

Puss' eyes flicked up to the wolf's. "Is that a command?"

"I wouldn't say so. I just know of your penchant for leche," Death practically moaned out the last word, his own lust taking hold.

Considering there wasn't much else he could do in the situation, Puss simply shrugged and carefully reached out to the spirit's rod, taken aback by how much it throbbed in his hands. But the way the canine gasped from his gentle touch enticed him to get closer. More and more of the dick he grabbed, eventually pressing his face against the musky surface as he licked up one of the streams of precum, the flavour unlike anything he'd had the pleasure of experiencing before.

His arousal growing, he tongued the lupine's pillar like he'd done to others in the past, but the absence of a mighty obelisk to revel over for so long made his motions more forceful. The techniques he'd mastered in his past life came flooding back to him, furthering his lovemaking beyond what he thought he was initially capable of. He was right back in his element.

With a grunt he wrapped his arms around the canine's cock, eliciting a groan of approval from the much-larger man as he licked at the throbbing flesh like there was no tomorrow. More power was put into his embrace, pushing against the meatlog with his whole body, his own endowment leaking at the sensation of hugging a pole like a body pillow. Anything he was good at he gave his all - whether it was sword fighting or giving men orgasms, he'd always come out on top!

The euphoria shooting through his system had Death reeling from the effects of his prick being serviced. Sexual release wasn't something he got to undergo much, if ever, so being able to have it happen excited him to no end. He silently encouraged the duelist to work him over, mentally begging to go harder as his swollen form could take it.

His hands fell backwards to catch him, supporting his heaving body as the electric stimulation rocketing from his magnum dong got him going half-lidded. He huffed in need, his tongue lolling out as his muzzle rested against his prodigious pectorals, inherently feeling the wet spot from where the housecat drenched his fur before. The feline was insatiable! He knew he picked the right person from the moment he analyzed the swordsman's past lives.

Puss grinded his own cock into the shaft of the spirit, oozing preseed that mixed with what coated the rest of him. Everything from his hat to his boots gained a layer of the translucent fluid, but he cared not as his lust for the wolf had him working his damndest to please the beefcake. Claws slowly extended as his hands ran along the quivering mass of fuckmeat, gingerly grazing the flesh and coaxing a low moan of approval from the lupine. He did the same with his pointed teeth to equal praise. Confidence fully regained, it became time to finish what he started.

Death gasped when he felt a clawed hand shoot to his sensitive mushroom head, teasing him by carefully tracing down from the cumslit to the bunched-up foreskin that hid his glans. While he knew the cat was an expert in dealing with the sexual needs of men, he had no clue the kitty was that skilled! Somehow the memories he replayed in his head never quite gave him the whole picture.

The straw that broke the camel's back was the feline lightly stepping on his engorged cum tanks, bursting his dam wide open and releasing the pressure pent up inside his loins. A weak howl signaled his eruption. In a fraction of a second he went from thinking his balls would explode to showering the pair of them with white hot jizz, coating the area around them with his spunk. He couldn't believe how long he'd waited to have that happen.

And while he was content to simply sit back and relish his climax, he happened to glance at the duelist who made it all possible. There was a ravenous glint in the other man's eyes; he could see the way the cat hungered for that kind of size. It was all according to his plan. "Well, Puss, I can see you haven't lost your touch one bit."

"I will admit," Puss wiped a dollop of cum from his cheek, a cocky smirk adorning his face, "it has been a while since I last made love to another man, but once I got into it, it was not too hard to pick up again." The fiery passion he'd been blessed with had him lick one last dribble of cum running down his impromptu lover's cock, savouring the taste on his tongue. How he missed dealing with that kind of bulk again.

"It's no surprise you enjoyed yourself - your exploits were legendary - but I expected nothing less from you," Death righted himself in order to see the hero, noting right away how his expectations were proven correct. The cat had a craving for size that was once a reality, though in his mind he figured he could do one better; he just had to hear the words himself. "You were a force to be reckoned with back in the day; very few had the drive you once did and it was a pity that it was all lost from a careless mistake. But if I were to tell you I could help you achieve what you set out to do all those years ago, what would you say?"

Puss did a double take as he thought his ears somehow deceived him. The loss of each life left a mark on him that he couldn't forget as everything he had before each death felt impossible to recover. But to hear this wolf, this herculean lobo, say that the reversal of his misfortune was possible... How could he refuse?

With a grace fitting of a man of his stature, he bowed before the canine, a determined smirk lighting up his face. "I humbly accept your offer."

"I'm so glad you did," Death impishly grinned, his eyes twinkling with longing of his own, "for I have so much to give you, gato." Without warning he lunged at the feline, chuckling when he heard the other man gasp at being held. They'd both enjoy what came next.

It was slow at first, but he unleashed the supernatural essence that had been swirling around inside him, the same that blimped him up to unreasonable proportions. His mind swam with thoughts of what the swordsman would look like after his work was done, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of seeing that brawny build once more. He'd long waited for that exact moment.

The swarming of unfamiliar energy pulsing through his body had Puss on edge, his hand naturally reaching for his sword in reflex, but stopped himself given how he knew this wasn't meant to be a threat. He gulped as he watched the intense expression of the wolf as he was sized up like a piece of meat. While that was the end goal, that didn't mean it didn't make him uncomfortable.

And then it hit him. All at once along every part of his body, the power imbued into him mounted as the seconds ticked by. There was no analogue he'd been through that compared to what was happening right now.

Those arms clutched onto firmly by the canine were the first to see any occurrence, subtly flexing uncontrollably as his attention was called. While the action happening without his input was shocking in its own right, the fact that his limbs retained the size amazed him even more. What had to have been months of dedicated effort in the iron pit he frequented had simply materialized onto his frame like magic. That was possible?! No words could describe the flurry of emotions battering him.

His soul felt alight with renewed vigour, seemingly uncovered after years of neglect, only needing someone else to remind his body of what it once looked like. The sensation of working out came back to him in all its forms - from hoisting heavy weights in the air at a constant speed to the pump that slavishly made love to in the dressing room, his muscles remembered it all and it put the biggest smile on his face.

It was the second chance he never thought he'd get.

He welcomed the rest of his body blowing up in size, groaning in delight as his chest stuffed itself before his very eyes. That area was one he tended to quite often in his bodybuilder days, admiring himself in the mirror for long periods of time after finishing his sets on the pec fly machine. Puffing his chest in every possible way, adoring how deliciously plump his pectorals got as he held their heft in his hands... He'd longed for the opportunity to come once more, and it thrilled him to no end that it was finally upon him.

A confident snicker left his mouth as he brought his arms up in a pose; that was something he commonly did during his routine, and was the reason why working out sometimes took longer than he anticipated it to. But he couldn't help it! Nowhere else would he witness a cat of his calibre, so committed to the pursuit of gaining that even the humans around him took notice of his efforts. The pride he'd picked up from the onlookers might've led to his demise, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't love it while it lasted.

And now wasn't any different. Pumping iron in the gym usually left him hard as his swollen muscles rubbed against one another during each exercise, tenting the posers that he liked to wear. The mere act of working out felt like making love to himself, and it got him to blow hard when he hit the showers. He got to observe how the stripes along his orange-furred form stretched bigger after every month, his mind already thinking about how to push beyond that. The size he was at was never enough.

Puss couldn't help but stroke himself as he pictured those moments in his head. The long nights of watching his bicep curls in the mirror were a favourite of his as he got to check out his sumptuous physique without anyone being the wiser. Of course, his boner made his intentions rather obvious, but his go-to excuse was that he was making sure his technique was on point. Everyone bought it. Almost.

But there was one thing he noticed now that wasn't there in his past life - his cock was bigger. It didn't seem like it was by much at first, but a quick examination told him that it, too, was growing along with the rest of him. While that astounded him to feel that, opening his eyes told him so much more.

That devious wolf - that lascivious lobo - had not only brought him back to where he'd left off from his past life, but shot him right past that mark entirely.

He couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him as he witnessed his chest bulged much larger than it had in his past life. Tentatively he groped it, feeling the size for himself, absolutely adoring the firmness in his grasp. A grunt sounded out from his throat as he squeezed a pec in each hand, utterly ecstatic when none of his fingers were able to make a dent in the solid flesh. If only he could have envisioned a chest like that back in the gym; _this_was what he meant to look like!

Similarly, his back had also far surpassed what he'd gained on his own. Billowing out with beef like his body was meant to expand, his muscles smooshed into one another with every movement he took. The sensation was exhilarating to behold. Such densely-packed muscle would've made everybody else green with envy, especially the way it forced his cape to ride up along the veritable mountain range he now sported. So wide he'd gotten as his lats blasted out, being flat enough that it could just about be used as a seat but also thick enough to fight with his bulging arms for space. His traps took on a comparable journey as they enveloped his neck, tickling the undersides of his ears before they rocketed higher than his hat. The thought of the tallest point on his body not being the top of his head nearly had him cum on the spot.

The rest of his torso followed suit, growing wider across in order to accommodate the incoming heft he was always meant to have. Svelte shoulders that defined his feline nature were a thing of the past as they steadily creaked larger, making the bodily limits he thought he was stuck with forever puny in hindsight. He loved being wide; he fucking craved it!

But that didn't mean his other dimensions were forgotten about, especially with how his core continued to tighten. Abs were one thing he'd had before, but never like what was gifted to him now. So thick with bulk they'd grown that they became bona fide bricks of beef that his fingers couldn't get enough of caressing. He purred in bliss as he worked his trunk over. His self-worship didn't last long, however, as he soon discovered his already swollen form wasn't quite large enough to accept what the spirit was giving him, turning his cheese-grater abdominals into a tortoise shell of a gut. He couldn't believe it! His body demanded size so badly that the flat tummy he'd come to recognize as his rounded out into a dome of pure power. More - he needed more!

'More' came in the form of his legs bloating out to a grotesque degree, with thick, sinuous muscle mass piling on like he'd only seen in his dreams. While he'd shifted his stance thanks to his widening frame, he had to take it a few steps further as space between his legs rapidly dwindled. One of his thighs alone had to weigh more than he did mere moments ago. He couldn't see them past his prodigious pectorals, but he could certainly feel them with how they rubbed against each other. Watermelons were the only comparison he could think of given their size, but if one were to be placed in between his overmuscled quads then there wasn't a doubt in his mind he'd crush it without trying.

To his ultimate relief, his ass cheeks had also benefited from the growth, positively blimping in size well beyond what reality dictated. He'd spent long hours in the gym honing his rear end, proud of the way the mounds of bulk stretched the posers he wore, particularly when he flexed them. Why wouldn't he be proud? It was more of him to love!

While there were a number of others who took interest in the effort he'd put into his glutes - it was only natural to bestow praise upon a rump as magnificent as his, of course - the idea of letting another person have their way with it wasn't something he was interested in. He was more than okay with the concept of bottoming, but his standards for who could take his ass were as massive as he was. Those other gym goers were huge in their own right, sure, but compared to him they didn't stack up at all. He found it rather unfortunate they let a cat outpace their gains so effortlessly.

All that was fine with him in the end as his main admirer ended up being himself. The lack of mirrors in the area didn't help when trying to gauge just how much his ass had ballooned, but what his hands could feel explained as much as he needed to know. He felt power bunched up in those globes, so much so that the machines he frequented would be maxed out with little struggle. Hell, even the benches in the establishment wouldn't have been able to withstand the might of his inflated cheeks! It made him wish he had another version of him to ogle at that moment.

Among everything on his body that continually swelled larger, the one thing he always came back to was his throbbing cock, now significantly more befitting for the behemoth that he was. His shaft had grown monstrous, easily matching the thickness of his leg, if not more. Those fingers of his eventually migrated back to the pulsing rod, tracing around the pencil-thick veins that snaked along the flesh. They also discovered that his balls had fattened out immensely in order to keep up with the enormity of his schlong. So big they bloated that they could no longer comfortably rest between his legs, having no choice but to hang in front of his knees as they gradually expanded below them.

Puss was beside himself as the changes finally subsided, giving him the chance to look over what had just happened to him. While he still ended up being smaller than the spectre in the long run thanks to his lack of height, proportionally he was much larger than the lupine, which made his shorter stature incredibly unimportant in his eyes. "This is... so intense." The sight of his chest taking up a healthy portion of the view in front of him had his leviathan crotch rocket smack against it, a dollop of preseed smearing his perfect fur. "Had I known it was this easy, I would have called you many lives ago!"

"Truth be told, I thought about it, but," Death admired his handiwork as he contoured the cat's impossibly huge bicep with a claw, "I wasn't ready to make my presence known just then considering... you know," he shot his gaze to meet the swordsman's. "But I think this more than makes up for the lack of contact, wouldn't you agree, papucho?"

"Oh please, keep going! Lavish me your praise." While he was no stranger to admiration from those around him, the compliments Puss received from the wolf stroked a part of him he'd forgotten about. All that time in the gym wasn't for nothing, of course. And now he'd surpassed that size. Sure, it wasn't because he'd pushed himself that hard, but he'd earned it. He was Puss in Boots after all! "Tell me how much you love this gatito."

Death scoffed, his girthy length dribbling a stream of pre. "Gatito? Not even close!" He fondled the other man's pecs, purposely made bigger than his own for the sole reason of being able to feel that kind of size on someone he wanted to make huge. "Gato for sure."

"Gato grande!" Puss boasted, pushing his chest against the spectre's hand.

"Maybe in your past life," Death leaned in close to the housecat, his muzzle nestled in against an orange-furred trap as he brought his mouth in close to the duelist's ear. "That's not good enough anymore. You're my gato gigantesco."

The canine's words were deliberate, nearly causing Puss' knees to buckle as he gladly accepted the praise. He knew it then and there that the lupine was the only one he'd be willing to get intimate with at his impossible size. It tickled him pink when he felt the other man's snout press into his titanic trap, inhaling his heady scent as freely as one would the air. There was so much of him to love now, and he was more than happy letting the spirit do so.

Death took every opportunity he could to get a whiff of the hypermuscular feline, his nose taking him all over that swollen body. "I love the smell of fear, but the scent of a man?" His voice dripped with ravenous desire. "So much more exhilarating."

"Drink it all up," Puss cooed. "There is much more of me to go around now."

"I intend to." The act of smelling the swordsman didn't just affect Death, but also the shortstack he was in the midst of worshiping. Digging his muzzle between those chest boulders elicited a moan from the pair of them, with the housecat flexing them to almost twice their size. It was something they both wanted. "Only the mightiest of men could turn me on as much as you do. You're special, Puss, you know that?"

"Of course I am. I am Puss in Boots!" The boastfulness Puss expected to portray wavered as the wolf nosed along his impressive bulk. He could understand why when he lifted one of his burly arms, exposing the bushy pit hidden from sight - the aroma wafting from it was absolutely intoxicating and unabashedly masculine, so much stronger than it ever had been in his life.

Inhaling the swordsman's delicious scent had Death raring to go again. He huffed as his libido surged, hornier than he was before now that he had the hottest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on within arm's reach. It led to his hands migrating along the cat's incredible bulk. The sensation of hundreds of pounds of muscle stuffed onto a frame less than half his height had his groping become aggressive, especially when roaming below the belt. He'd grown captivated with the bulging musculature that became the feline's solid ass, huffing when his fingers traced along the dimpled beef that flexed out of instinct. That housecat was literally the perfect recipient for his gift.

He began kneading the duelist's cheeks, coaxing a moan of approval from the other man that had his own enormity be fondled in return. The both of them were ardent in their worship of one another, with him slowly, but surely, getting the feline properly aroused for the next step in his scheme.

A wry smirk wormed its way onto his face as he gripped the other man's turgid pillar, making sure his fingers were entirely coated with precum before taking them to his pucker. It quivered with anticipation, the mere thought alone causing a staggered groan to bellow forth from his throat. Having squatted down helped far more than he initially realized as his posture allowed for his fingers to comfortably slide inside him without any troubles. He'd waited an eternity for this moment.

Puss' eyes had clamped shut from the intense stimulation given from the wolf's rough manhandling of his rear, which is why the absence of such struck him as particularly odd. He calmly opened his eyes, not sure what to expect, but certainly not predicting to observe the spectre moaning from opening up that tailhole with a few fingers. But the spectacle was more than enough to get his motor running; he needed this just as badly as the canine did.

The silence that followed Death lubricating his own asshole alerted him to the fact that the cat had caught on, plastering a cheeky grin across his mug. "You're interested, I take it?" For some reason, the fact that the swordsman hadn't disrobed in the slightest only made the whole situation hotter in his eyes.

"Interested?Lobo, I could almost say my life has been building up to this moment!"

"That's what I like to hear." Using his free hand, Death grabbed the housecat's swollen trap and brought him in close, their faces scant centimetres apart. "You've continued to boast how you're the best around at the things you do, so I expect the best right now. Don't disappoint me; you'll find I'm proficient in taking as much as I am in giving."

"You will not have anything to worry about, Muerte. Puss in Boots is the greatest lover the world has ever seen," Puss ushered the lupine along into the optimal position for sex in his mind - back against the ground so there was still the chance to experience the full potential of what he was capable of. There wasn't a reason he could think of to flip the spirit over as he wanted the wolf to work his bulk over at the same time. He was huge now, so why wouldn't he flaunt it?

Thousands of years of lonely existence brought Death to the point where he could _finally_get the release he'd been longing for. His body had started to scream for action some hundreds of years in the past, but all the mortals he'd come across in his time did nothing for him.

But that damned cat changed everything.

He knew he made the right choice when he sensed the swordsman gingerly grip his thighs, causing a shudder to rip up his spine from the electric impulses inadvertently flexing his beef in reflex. That gave way to the feline grabbing a leg in each hand so as to gain better access to his rear entrance. He was ready to take the duelist's third leg balls deep; he hoped the housecat didn't let him down.

Those pert cheeks that the wolf possessed carefully parted as Puss pushed into the spirit. His mighty schlong inched between the flexing slabs of heft, the tip guided directly to the winking hole before sliding right in. The sensation alone had his grip on the other man's legs faltering. Still he persisted in spite of the massive amounts of pleasure inundating him through his overly sensitive prick, fully intending to give the lupine the dicking of a lifetime. If only past him could see him now.

What had to have been a solid two feet of feline fuckflesh had been thoroughly buried inside Death, who'd let out the loudest moan he'd bellowed that day. Inch after throbbing inch penetrated his virgin rear, though taking it all like someone who'd been doing it for eons. To feel the pressure in his anal cavity mounting from someone as manly as the gato had a growl of wanting rumble in his throat. A clamping from his inner walls told the other man exactly what he wanted out of the fuck, wordlessly conveying his urges to the shortstack supreme.

Puss gasped aloud at the abrupt clenching of his cock. "Playing dirty, I see," he laughed. "Well, I think two can play at that game." Without warning he pressed his pelvis forward, plunging the entirety of his monolithic obelisk deep inside the spectre's innards like he'd done with others previously. And yet the sensation he got now was far and away more exciting than what he felt before, already having him pant without even starting. An audible gurgle from his fattened orbs indicated his craving to fill the wolf with as much of his seed as possible, wondering if someone not of the mortal realm could even be affected by something like that. There was only one way to find out.

The feeling of thrusting into a man gradually returned to him, immediately highlighting the difference between that and sleeping with a woman. While he did enjoy the gentle touch of the fairer sex, the visceral thrill of railing another muscle monster had no comparison. He craved the size and needed his partners to think the same way, not interested in pounding away at someone unless they were a couple hundreds pounds of heavy bulk. There wasn't any point in wasting his gorgeous physique on some chump who didn't share his love of muscle.

Which is why the pace he built up in the canine's ass came quickly. His tumescent cathood was assaulted from all angles, squeezed down on by the spirit's impressively muscular anal canal that he genuinely appreciated in a man. It showed him how serious his partner was to the craft. But it also enticed him to thrust harder, knowing the lupine's hungry hole could take whatever he dished out. The unrelenting sensation of euphoria throttled his body every time he impaled his pole into the wolf, causing him to grit his teeth in response. Despite being the one with experience out of the two of them, the spectre still knew everything that turned him on hard. He had to hand it to the guy.

Death, too, was beside himself in ecstasy as his ample rear was pistoned into. Unlike mortal beings he didn't feel his fortitude leave him so easily, but the jackhammering his poor prostate got questioned the composure he thought he had. He'd seen how these people stimulated themselves with all sorts of implements meant to simulate the real thing, but in his eyes they were inferior facsimiles, not worthy of being used to split himself open. That's why he appreciated the power of the cat bucking into him. One of those fake things could never bring him the pleasure he so right deserved after countless ages of following the natural order.

He was due to be treated appropriately.

Faster and faster Puss fucked the writhing spirit, the overwhelming arousal coursing through his veins pummeling him as much as he was the other man's asshole. It got to the point where he hunkered over whatever part of the wolf he could, which happened to be that giant, musky cock he'd slathered over before. Instantly the scent hit him again, invigorating him all over and driving his shaft harder. He could overpower any foe if he could somehow always have that intoxicating aroma on hand at all times.

His skyrocketing libido pushed him closer and closer to the edge of climax, with him now practically on top of the lupine, giving the spectre a mating press he'd always wanted to perform on someone else. So much pleasure fueled his thrusts that he felt his instincts had all but taken over. The pair of them were like a well-oiled machine, each working in tandem to provide one another with the most euphoric bliss possible. It had him reeling, and he knew orgasm was on the horizon.

"Yes, gato," Death exclaimed, his hands tugging on the cat's thick nipples like playthings, "show me why you're the hero of legend. Don't let me down!"

Being stimulated on every front had Puss whimpering - the manhandling of his nips, the scent causing him to lash his tongue along the wolf's leaking dick, the clamping of his colossal cock... it was far and away the most aroused he'd been in any of his lives, and simply too much for him to handle. His humping slowed to a crawl before he pumped his hips one last time, only able to let loose a feeble mewl as the relentless pleasure overwhelmed him.

With the pressure in his swollen cum tanks reaching its breaking point, it had no problem expelling everything they'd produced since growing huge. His taint throbbed as his dam burst wide open, viscous spunk rushing up his cumpipe that instantaneously began flooding the insides of the awaiting wolf. Litre after untold litre deluged the spirit not unlike a firehose, gushing from the tip of his meaty cock as he continued licking at the one in front of him. He couldn't believe how horny he'd gotten from a being who'd never done the deed before, and yet it seemed right that his greatest adversary brought the best of him out. For the first time in a long time, he felt wholly satisfied.

It might've taken him a while to find the perfect specimen to indulge his desires with, but Death knew it was all worth it in the end with how passionate the cat was in making love. What had to have been a bathtub's worth of seed had rushed into him by that point, and yet there wasn't any feeling of fullness to accompany it all. He couldn't quite explain the odd sensation. Nevertheless he made note of it, chalking it up to a benefit of his form that he'd not have known about unless getting in a situation like that. He knew there'd be more experimenting in the duelist's future; it was just a matter of when.

But that was something to think about later. Right now he was more interested in riding the feline fireplug's orgasm out, enjoying the feeling of how the shredded pelvis of the housecat was flush with his overmuscled glutes. His tail whipped both he and the swordsman excitedly as his needs were finally met after waiting for so long. He was finally complete.

When he'd fucked men in the past it usually only lasted for a few minutes, which led to him cumming out a few spoonfuls of jizz before tuckering out from exertion. Now he'd far surpassed what the 'punier' version of him could achieve, erupting what felt like a large pond's worth of virile catbatter into a partner that took it remarkably well. It had him wondering if the supernatural nature of the canine had anything to do with that.

He'd never been more spent in his life than he was right at that moment. With a huff he removed his kittenmaker, the head dripping the last remnants of his climax, though curiously not seeing any of his output pouring from the lupine's abused hole. There was something special about that damned wolf that made him wish he'd gotten to experience this all sooner.

"Oh papucho," Death smirked, his hypermuscled body heaving with every breath he took, "I knew you were the right person for the job."

"You enjoyed that, yes?" Puss let his fingers trail down the spirit's bloated thighs, inducing a fit of staccato wheezing from the lupine.

That got Death laughing. "More than you know, gato." With vigour that never left him, he effortlessly pushed himself upright, his mischievous eyes meeting the cat's once more. "How was your first, real taste of Death?"

"Better than I could have ever imagined it to be!" Having access to the other man's chest again had Puss riled up in spite of just draining his massive balls, his hands immediately going to feel them up. "The sights, the smells, and of course the flavour - there is no comparison." An errant thought pierced his mind, getting him playfully chuckling as he flicked his gaze back up at the wolf. "You know how I would laugh in the face of Death? Now I have cum in the ass of Death too!"

"You're more than living up to the legend now," Death grabbed hold of the swordsman's pectorals in return, admiring the work he did in crafting them to both their liking. "And that's an honour no one else gets to have. Wear it proud, Puss."

Proud Puss was, his chest puffing out to give the lupine more to hold onto. "I plan to."

Death became more fervent in his groping, his expression growing lewder as thought about the cat filled his mind. "Well, now you can pick up where you left off. You can show off to everyone how macho you are now." As if emphasizing his point, he firmly grabbed a hold of the cat's winglike lats, flared out enough to make the other man practically as wide as was tall.

"I could," Puss grunted when he felt the spectre's large hands work him over, "but I see that as a waste of time. There is no need for me to return to the gym when danger lurks around every corner." The rough ministrations received had his schlong stiffened to full mast once more. "I must help those in need! I just get to look my best now."

"Yes," Death hissed as his fingers roamed back down to the cat's backside, "this is you looking your best, isn't it? Dwarfing your kind, making them look like beanpoles as you strut your stuff." The lust he felt for the feline drove him to sensually lick up one of the duelist's gigantic traps, while at the same time grasping at those glutes, reveling in the absurd amount of muscle mass he'd managed to pack there. "Gigantesco," he whispered. "Gigantesco, forever."

Having someone just as horny for his size as he was had Puss' libido on overdrive. "You are a flatterer, Muerte!"

"I'm only telling you my honest feelings." The masculine scent of the housecat had Death groan in delight, giving the swordsman a flurry of quick smooches while he groped away at the other man's cheeks. "You're a brave man, mi amor."

Feeling his ample rear end being manhandled like that felt unreal to Puss, but it immediately clued him into what the wolf's intentions were. "The bravest." With a lust-drunk twinkle in his eye, he grabbed the canine by a boulder shoulder and pulled him in close. "Do it," he demanded, "show me what tricks La Muerte has to offer."

"With pleasure." The words oozed with erotic craving as they left Death's mouth, the one he lunged forth with, mashing his lips against the shortstack swordsman's as passion inflamed his libido. At the same time, he took one hand and gripped both of their monumental cocks, smearing a mix of their spunk and preseed all over his fingers before returning back to the cat's rear entrance, pressing right between the cleft of the duelist's cheeks and shoving his digits into the other man's virgin hole.

The sudden anal intrusion had Puss just about shriek in alarm, but the pleasurable sensation it brought dulled his concern to nothing. He moaned into the embrace, forcing more of himself against the much larger lupine, their tongues intertwining. The fingers in his ass no longer fazed him as they wriggled around inside his anal cavity. He wanted to feel the full power of the spirit inside him - no, he needed to - and the clenching of his hole signaled he was ready to go.

Death chuckled at the feline's enthusiasm to get fucked. "Gato?"

"Fuck me," Puss held the canine's jaw so that they looked each other in the eye, "if you dare!"

"Now _there's_my favourite fearless hero!"

Once again, Puss pushed the wolf back onto the ground, only this time he clambered on the statuesque spectre, his engorged crotch rocket throbbing wildly as being able to mash it against the most attractive person in his eye spurred his arousal on further.

Seeing the hypermuscular fireplug climbing atop his own swollen physique had Death's laugh booming throughout the forest. "Taking the lead again, I see!"

"Do not dare hold back on me, lobo. I am a man; I can take whatever you give me."

"Oh, I plan on doing just that," Death impishly grinned as he grinded his pulsing cock against the other man's globular cheeks.

Puss took the hint and raised his tail appropriately, guiding the tip of the lupine's rod between his glutes and finding the pucker he'd let be lubricated. So far, so good.

The hard part then reared its ugly head as his comparatively shorter stature meant his tailhole was much smaller than what the other man's was. Nevertheless he didn't let that stop him, easing the head into the delicate ring of muscle, pushing as hard and as fast as his body would allow. He knew it was never going to entirely fit - the size difference between them prevented that titanic tool from plugging his ass entirely - but he was damned certain he'd take as much of the spirit's wolfhood as he could feasibly manage.

Doing so had a side effect that he completely forgot could happen. The more he shoved that impossibly thick pole up his chute the more pleasure it rocked his system with, culminating in a long, loud moan, embarrassingly whorish in nature that had him covering his mouth with both hands as a deep, crimson blush instantly reddened his face. "You... did not hear that..."

"Oh, but I_did_," Death taunted the flustered feline. "You like being in this position more than you let on. Don't feel ashamed, I understand."

Every inch of the spectre's cock had Puss practically growling as his quavering asshole got spread wider than the time he tried out a hilariously oversized dildo he purchased. While there might not have been any way he could've taken something as ridiculous as what that silicone toy was at the time, there wasn't any way he'd refuse a monster hog like the wolf's, especially when the cheeks it was splitting open were stronger than he used to be. It was official - he wasn't going back to his original size. This was how he wanted to be from that point on.

The feeling of being fucked compared to fucking someone else was completely different, and yet Death noted a lot of similarities in how his body processed the stimulation. At least he could now tell what the housecat felt when he was impaled. The only discrepancy here was that there wasn't any realistic that he could fuck the swordsman balls deep without a ton of pain being involved. Ah, but what if there was? His mind swam with possibility.

But for now, his goal was to get himself, with the feline already getting a head start on the matter by clamping down on his shaft, half of it managing to fit inside the swollen shortstack. Even that impressed him considering the height disparity between the two, with him doing as much as he could to level the playing field.

Having something that felt like his leg punching his prostate had Puss doubling over, his face wholly buried in the spirit's prodigious pecs, once again being inundated with powerful stimulation that nearly buckled his body. Every single muscle on his bloated frame tensed instead, making him appear almost twice as large in every direction as his beef ballooned in flexion. For a cat no taller than those kept as pets, he sure commanded more than his fair share of space!

His claws came out as the wolf started bucking into him, grazing the spectre's pecs without being able to puncture the flesh. He moaned loudly again as his inflated cheeks were used as support. Blood rushed through him as his inconceivably hugemongous form worked in tandem with the canine, the action behaving the same as lifting weights did, only the pump he got here was so much more extreme. Even at rest his muscle mass was enormous, pushing the limits of what he now thought was his maximum to a realm he'd never realized before. A growing part of him wanted to be even bigger. He had no idea what the lupine's plans were, but he hoped and prayed their paths met at some point in the future.

He pushed his ass as much as he could into his lover's thrusting, his dimpled glutes squeezing the diamond-hard fucklog as hard as he could, unable to deform the throbbing mass no matter how much he tried. It electrified his nerves to know he still had obstacles to overcome. One day he'd best this musclebeast, and it'd be the greatest day of his life.

The feline clenching on his titanic tool had Death moaning symphony, the chorus of their vocalizations harmonizing their lust-filled desires. His teeth became bared as he fucked the cat harder, pistoning his wolfhood into the horny swordsman's hole and feeling that swishing orange tail slap against his tumescent rod with wild abandon. He knew right away he hit every single one of that housecat's buttons.

His grip on the duelist's ass never let up even as his arousal started growing to a fever pitch. He grew as hungry for climax as the cat did, pumping his hips as much as was possible into the other man's anal canal, friction negligible thanks to the copious amounts of slimy pre his aching balls leaked out. The forceful panting that heaved his chest up and down indicated how close he was to blowing his load, hearing how the feline seemed near as well. Time to see how well the swordsman can handle a flood.

Puss did everything he could to hinder his release as he tried his best to prolong the plunging his ass received. It was more difficult than he made it out to be considering how deep in the canine's pectorals his face was buried, inhaling the manly odour that emanated from the other man's sweat-matted fur. He grew insatiable as his lust exponentially flourished. So close to orgasm; he teetered on the edge. He just needed to--

There was no hope for holding out any longer when he heard the bassy howl of the spectre, followed by a veritable torrent of white, hot wolfbatter painting his insides as he got deluged. It started a chain reaction in himself where his own cum tanks roiled to the point where the pressure was too much and he let loose his load all over the thickly muscled trunk of his impromptu lover. His own cry of passion was muffled by hundreds of pounds of wolven chest meat, but the ferocity of the sound still made it audible to the spirit, who'd since wrapped those brawny arms around his tremendous immensity. Seems like the spirit made good on his promise to empty those balls into him.

Eternities of pent-up energy was jettisoned into the cat, with Death's muscles tensing as he pumped what was likely an entire swimming pool's worth of spunk into the duelist. While he knew the other man's guts would collect his jizz, it was hard to tell how much of an effect it was having as the housecat's swollen abgut didn't feel like it was budging in the slightest. That then had the effect of it having no choice but to gush back out the way it came and cascade down his leviathan endowment like the world's lewdest waterfall. At the very least, the feline did far better than anticipated, and it got him to swoon.

After all that - hundreds of pounds of heaving lupine bulk, litres upon litres of cum flooding his system, the most exhilarating scent he'd ever endured in his life implanting on his brain - Puss was totally, completely, unequivocally spent. The depletion of all his energy had him limp on the canine's pumped form, able to feel the other man's heartbeat in those sumptuous muscles. It took until the spectre himself lifted him up before he moved at all.

"Colour me surprised, gato," Death placed an affectionate smooch on the feline's cheek, "you took me like a champ. I can't think of anyone else who could manage what you did so easily."

Puss could only chuckle, and even then it was weak. "Of course I did, I'm Puss in Boots! You even said it yourself - I'm a connoisseur of leche."

"That I did, papucho." The ability to retain his vitality was a boon Death didn't realize mortals sorely lacked, as evident by the cat who pathetically floundered into an upright position while he giggled at the sight.

Being the physical embodiment of virile feline masculinity and feeling so incredibly weak had Puss' body at a crossroads, but he managed to steady himself as his vigour slowly returned to him. There was only one thing on his mind, however. "We will see each other again, right, Muerte?" He stumbled to his feet, gradually getting used to his new top-heavy form. "I do not want to just stop here. I want to take the whole thing one day."

"The whole thing? You've got a death wish, Puss!"

"So, is that a yes?" Puss shot the wolf a self-assured look, one punctuated by the cocky smirk he normally wore.

Death could only sigh through a laugh, though he could tell how the housecat meant what was said. "I'm expecting more from you then. I want to see what gato gigantesco has learned in that time." Rolling over onto his side allowed him to get face-to-face with the hulking feline. "I want you to show me how _hungry_you are for it."

Puss took one look at the canine's massive pillar and beamed with confidence. "I intend to."