Meat
People ask me how I got into our business, and since I've told the story a few times, word of mouth has gotten around and I decided to write it out for my customers and curious furs like you to know how it all started.
Well, I haven't always been a 9' tall muscular lion as you see me today in our ads and pictured on our product wrappers. I didn't always have an 88" chest and these 28" biceps, these bulging abdominals, or the large lionhood that my mate and I enjoy every day.
Back before I met my mate, in my 2nd year of High School, I was only about 6' tall and fairly slender. Nothing very remarkable about my looks -- a young lion yet to come into his prime.
Dad had gotten a promotion and a nice raise, and celebrated by buying some huge steaks, probably three times as much as any meal we'd had before. The grill sizzled, laden with these thick, savory slabs of meat and the smell of it cooking made my young mane hackle! My mouth was watering the whole time he was barbecuing.
Mom and Junior ate hearty, and Dad got his share, but there still were 4 steaks left and he kept loading my plate. I'd never eaten so much meat in one sitting before. Not by half. But I kept shoveling it down. I felt good, I mean really good, and tore through my food ravenously. I think Dad smirked at me when I finally pushed away from the table, sporting a bit of a bulge from all the meat in my belly. Probably the first time my body showed any feature other than the average, scrawny kid I usually was.
Anyhow, Dad and Mom got together on the couch watching some show, and Junior went off to play with his handheld game thing. Me, I was starting to feel, well, HORNY and before I gave away the fact, trundled up to my room and closed the door.
That meat sitting in my belly was radiating warmth and some other sensations I still find hard to describe. This is the same with a lot of carnivore descendents I've talked with. I rubbed a paw over my bulge and found it intensified the feeling! I dug in my claws a bit and raked them over my stomach as I felt my sheath tighten firmly around my penis. After some reflexive thrusts and more belly rubs, my cock was hard as steel and pushed forward so strongly the sheath was rolled back, tugged and stretched by my throbbing.
I wrapped a paw around it and started jacking. It seemed I couldn't grip it tight enough! I strained hard, and my biceps grew sore as I stroked and pumped, pulling my stretched sheath up over my fiercely hard erection.
I kept at this for a half hour or so, just rubbing my stuffed belly and firmly stroking my incredibly hard member, when my arm brushed across one of my erect nipples. This sent a serious thrill through me, and I was then stimulating a nipple, firmly working a paw over my belly, and yanking violently on my cock, my arm burning from the strain!
I couldn't handle all that stimulation for much longer, and I came HARD! Hot streamers of cum sprayed past my head and splattered the wall behind me. I gripped my cock with both paws and aimed it vertical, and shot so hard it splattered on the ceiling! All the while I fought the urge to ROAR -- oh, I wanted to shake the rafters with my roar, but also didn't want anyone barging in on me! So I just chuffed and snarled, face splattered with stray flecks of semen as my orgasm finally peaked and subsided.
You might think I was spent for the night, or at least for that hour. Not me. It didn't take 10 minutes of rubbing in my ropes of sperm than I started getting hard again. The smell of my sex and the weight of the meal in my belly, plus the memory of how incredible it felt to cum that hard, got me going again!
The second time I came just as hard as the first. And the third. The fourth even harder. The fifth was incredible! I was starting to get more and more tingly, feeling excitement and warmth and arousal as if it were soaking into every cell in my body and amplifying. So I went at it a sixth, seventh, and eighth time.
By now I was quite thoroughly wet with my cum. The ceiling had a pretty big stain that dripped down slimily, and the wall behind me looked like someone had thrown a half dozen eggs against it, long greasy trails disappearing down behind the headboard.
It was the ninth time I came real hard that I couldn't resist roaring, and did loud enough to be heard at the end of my block. I heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs, so I quickly clutched my sheet and tossed it over myself, only to have it soak up the spunk I was literally coated with.
This is where Dad bust open my door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he yelled.
I clutched the covers and pulled my knees to my chest. "Um -- nothing."
Dad squinted his eyes, catching the spreading wetness soaking into the sheets and the splatters on the wall behind me. He closed the door and pulled up a chair beside my bed. I could feel heat radiating in my face, my heart pounding -- I must have been red as raw meat right then.
"Leo," he said, "It's normal for a young male like you to get a bit aroused after a big meal. I forgot what it was like when I was your age. Else I'd not have fed you so much meat this evening. I was just so glad to share a happy moment with your mom and my kids that I didn't even think about it. But now you've gone and made a big mess and embarrassed me. I really was hoping to not have to have a talk like this with you."
I just looked down and.
Dad tugged my mane, making me tilt my head to look at him, and his eyes were scary! I'd not seem them so yellow before or squeezed into such vicious shape.
"You must NOT make a habit of eating more and more meat, and ESPECIALLY not abuse yourself so violently afterward!"
"Why?" I shyly asked.
"It's not what I want my son to grow up to be -- just a savage, pleasure-driven animal! Our ancestors were just beasts of pleasure: food, sex, sleep -- that's all that occupied their lives. Had it not been for discipline, control -- we'd still be on all fours to this day!"
I blushed deeply. Yet hearing that made my cock react. I pulled my knees tighter as my sheath pulled back and I grew fully hard.
"Sorry, dad. I didn't know --"
He scowled at me, then his expression softened, and he sighed heavily. "Just get this place cleaned up and yourself washed."
I nodded. Dad scooted his chair back and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I turned on my stereo and stretched my legs out. My hardon was fiercely throbbing, teasing me to give it just one more go. Yet my right arm was very sore from all the exercise I gave it. My left arm however wasn't sore at all -- so after watching my raging cock bob furiously without sign of coming down, began to jack off hard with my left paw.
I roared loud the next 3 orgasms and came very wetly each time. Fortunately roars don't carry far when you stuff a tennis ball in your mouth!
* * *
The next day after gym, one of the big wolves on the football team passed me by as I was toweling off. He sniffed at the air and smiled softly, then padded close and asked quietly, "Had a lot of meat last night?"
I blushed and nodded, smiling crookedly.
"Did it get you horny afterward?"
My face radiated like it did last night and I almost snarled at him to go away, but the look in his eyes, the curious tone in his voice -- "Um," I started, looking to either side, "Well yeah. A lot."
He smiled and patted me on the back, digging his nails in as he gripped my shoulder. "Hey I really get off on that too -- Would you like to eat even more than last time? Maybe we can have a big meal together?"
I didn't know what to think. Already I was starting to get hard, my heart was racing. But going out with another guy? To do something that apparently would make us both horny?
"Aw c'mon, it'll be great!"
I was really embarrassed, yet that sounded real good. If my cock could speak it would have been shouting, "Hell YES!" Me, I just nodded.
I had never had such an attack of the trouser snake as I did the rest of that afternoon. Fortunately my shirt was baggy enough to hide the fact my boner was pressed against my stomach, sticking up inches above my waistband. Right after last class, I met Rod (the wolf) in the hall, and we took his car (his dad's, actually) to a butcher shop nearby. Turns out his dad was the butcher!
"Um, isn't the store supposed to be open now?" I asked as he unlocked the front door and disabled the alarm.
"Yeah, but we had an audit recently and had to take inventory. Dad has been getting some meat through friends, not officially inspected -- but not bad meat! Oh no, really fresh and good, lots more savory than store stuff. Did you know they drain off the blood and put food coloring in it instead?"
"What? No way!"
Rod nodded. "And because it makes a lot of folks get a bit crazy if they eat too much, regulations also require they put salt in it -- preservative, they call it. Actually, the stuff is meant to reduce how horny you can get."
"Huh?"
"It's true! My dad has to go along with these rules, but he knows how a good FRESH piece of meat just doesn't compare, so he and a group of guys help sneak some past inspectors and regulators. Unfortunately your dead shit if they find out!"
"So they 're closing him down?"
"Nah -- he got wind of it early and just has to dispose of this stuff," he said, swinging one of the stainless-steel doors open. There must have been a hundred pounds of meat in there!
"It's all ours, man!"
"What? Can't he sell it?"
"Not now, not without getting found out."
So we started eating. And eating. And EATING. And EATING. After about 2 hours of chowing down, we both were really big and round in the belly, and both of us were sporting serious tents in our pants.
"Wow man," I exclaimed, staring at Rod's crotch. "You're seriously thick!"
Rod laughed. "No man, you've never seen a wolf hard before? Check it out!" And he pulled his pants and shorts off. His cock bobbed like a fleshy baton in front of him, swollen like a grapefruit at the base!
"It's called a knot. All canids get them -- wolves, foxes --"
"Does it hurt?"
"Heh! Does a hardon hurt? Nope, feels great!" He wrapped his paw around it and started squeezing it firmly, I could tell by how his biceps stood out -- but the flesh didn't give hardly at all. He squeezed his eyes shut and started jacking himself hard. I got undressed too and started in on myself. It wasn't a couple minutes before he HOWLED loudly and spurt a long rope of cum that splattered across my legs. The scent and look of his swollen cock plus the meat in my belly sent me over the edge and I came harder than he did, ROARING loud enough to rattle some empty shelves and squirting him with several streamers of my cum.
Neither of us was softening. His cock throbbed, long and bulging, as more cum pulsed out of it in a goopy ooze. "Whoa man, you still cumming?" I asked.
Rod smiled toothily and nodded. "When a wolf gets really going we can keep cumming for 30 minutes sometimes -- It doesn't shoot hard like you do, but over time it makes a big mess." All the while he maintained a grip over that amazing bulge of his.
"Man I never came so hard before! I gotta go for it again!"
Rod grinded a paw over his knot and smiled. "Go ahead, I love seeing how far you can shoot your stuff!"
So I gave him a show. I sat across from him and painted his legs, his stomach, and his chest with my spunk. He inhaled deeply, enjoying my scent while still grinding and squeezing out more of his own cum. After about 8 shots using my right paw, I got real sore again and used my left for the next 8. Even after all that I still wasn't coming down!
"Man I'm real sore." I reached down and rubbed my new pot belly. "And looking real fat, too!"
"Trust me, it's temporary. Good meat never goes there." He thumped his chest. "It goes up here!"
I murrowed and rubbed his chest. "Your dad must feed you a lot of this stuff!"
Rod smiled and nodded. "He's the best!"
* * *
The very next day after school we returned and finished off the stash of illegal meat. This time I managed 10 orgasms per arm and the last couple splashed over Rod's muzzle. He licked it off and blinked. He slurped over his muzzle thoroughly, and then started cleaning his belly and legs.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Hey it tastes good, like marrow!"
"You're sick!"
"Hey man what's it smell like to you?"
I rubbed a wet spot on my ankle he had made and held it to my nose. It did smell savory! I closed my eyes, expecting to want to spit immediately and gave a tentative taste. I did almost spit, but only because the consistency reminded me of snot. But the flavor more than made up for it!
"Hey that's good!"
Rod got a strange glint in his eye. "I'm not empty yet, so why not suck out what I got left?"
"You fucking crazy?" I asked, incensed.
Rod shrugged. "Hey we're alone here, who's to know? It does taste good, right? It's more fresh protein, right?"
"But -- Um -- well -- I, uh -- ah, what the fuck!" and I started cleaning his groin with my tongue and then took his oozing cockhead into my mouth. Rod moaned and his cock lurched in my muzzle. He thrust it into me and I nearly gagged, but also inhaled with surprise and at the same time surprised myself with how good it felt to have that thick penis in my mouth!
I salivated profusely and started licking at him with my rough tongue, which made Rod throb harder and squirt cum as he jacked his knot vigorously, pushing more and more of his seed into my mouth.
The taste was incredible. Better than marrow, better than the blood on the meat, better than anything my taste buds had enjoyed! I gripped him with both paws and started sucking hard, licking and grinding my muzzle over him.
And he fed me. Man, did he feed me! I sincerely thought he would have just an ounce or two but I sucked on him for thirty minutes and he kept pulsing more into my maw the whole time. His face while I was doing this was so -- beatific I think the word is. Far away and very pleasured.
After it all, he was murring like a lion cub all fed and tucked in for the night. His thick chest rising and falling, deep pleasured breaths -- his muscles bunching and relaxing as he lay in afterglow.
My own cock was rock hard and my arms too sore to service it, so I scooted into position next to him and pushed it into his panting muzzle. He immediately started working his long tongue around it, darting it under and across my balls as he plunged all the way down, groped my rump and started suckling hungrily as I moaned and squirmed.
Needless to say, I came like a lion! He choked on my first shot, sputtering it over my groin and drooling most of it over himself, but soon got the hang of it and started savoring my cock really well. His tongue and muzzle worked so well in concert he milked me for bigger loads than I usually shot. The thought of feeding him more protein that would beef up that already powerful body of his also gave me quite a thrill.
That afternoon we finished off the illicit meat, and found we each had even tastier meat the other really enjoyed even better!
* * *
It only took a couple months of us getting more of that kind of meat (and feeding off each other) for us to start developing bigger muscles. Rod already had a head start on me, so until next year he was quite a lot bigger. But eventually you grow so huge that it takes more meat than you can hold to gain much more. That's when I caught up to him. We both tip the scale at 590 pounds now, both of us with measurements like I mentioned earlier.
My most serious growth spurt occurred when Rod wanted to see if my balls were truly bottomless. After 20 cummings or so when it seemed I was spent, he'd stuff more meat into my maw, and sure enough, I'd recharge! I managed to cum 80 times that night, ending up so stuffed I was ready to bust! But the next morning I had digested a lot of it down and was inches bigger around the chest, arms and legs.
The best thing of all is that hard orgasms stretched our cocks. His knot is more the size of a football now, and my erection comes up to my chest. We never have measured our output (who'd want to waste it?), but we reckon on a good night we both can sauce out about a half-gallon each. And we have a lot of good nights!
Rod got into biology. I got into helping his dad at the butcher shop. I also got into Rod. A lot. He gets into me sometimes, but I am still nowhere near flexible enough to push over his knot. Probably never will be. Even a lion like me has his limits!
Rod eventually discovered what it was in meat and spunk that makes guys like us get so horny and grow so big. Protein complexes and some hormonal traces, all secret ingredients we've managed to put in a savory little package. One bar is the equivalent of ten pounds of fresh meat. That's how we ended up in business together. Spoogbarz have been very popular, and a cornerstone of our sexual play together! I no longer have to have a gut that feels like I swallowed a cannonball in order to get super aroused (though we still do that for variety once in a while).
Do you think it's such a bad, animal thing to live to spend most of your life eating, sleeping, and having intense sex? For Rod and me, the answer is clear. Howls and roars to you all!
Oh, and P.S., you should see Junior now. He was one of the first people we tried the bars on before we went to market, and in just two months he's grown about a hundred pounds heavier with muscle and gained about 6 inches in height! I honestly think that he's going to outgrow Rod and myself soon -- his metabolism seems to respond even better than ours does to the stuff.