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The door to a Shadow Decree lab flew across the room, smashing against the far wall and crumpling to the floor, its shape concave after a blast wrenched it from its hinges. A little behind the threshold of the doorway stood Brewster, a grin stretched from ear to ear as the mouth of his rocket launcher gradually stopped smoking. Smoldering lab reports slowly became the primary smell in the room.

Tevor’s head fell into his hands. “Do you really not have other ways of doing things?”

“What? I got the door open, didn’t I?” Brewster confidently strode through the doorway, weapon slung back around his shoulder.

“Along with a lot of other things.” Tevor surveyed the damage, noting the ample amount of broken glass now strewn about the floor, careful to not step on any of the shards in his path. “Surprised people don’t call you ‘Collateral Damage.’”

“I’ve been called that before!” Brewster giddily chuckled.

Tevor didn’t reciprocate the laugh. His ears swiveled behind him, the silence catching his attention. “I’m a little shocked there’s no alarm, but I’m certain there’s someone in this facility who heard that. Let’s find what we came here for and get out.” Scanning the various cabinets of chemicals revealed little of interest, mostly solutions found in any lab, but also various beakers smashed to bits as a result of the explosion. Rummaging around became riskier than expected.

“Did you find it yet?” Brewster called out, jumping from one safe spot to the next as he didn’t wear shoes.

“No, but I might have a better chance of locating our prize if someone didn’t jump the gun.” Paperwork lay messily across the countertop closest to him, an errant glance of one sheet hanging over the edge causing him to click his tongue. “These are all things they ordered. Not what we’re looking for.” He then twisted his head in Brewster’s direction. “Did you find it?”

“Gonna be honest, I kinda don’t know what we’re looking for.”

Tevor just about collapsed onto the door of a cupboard underneath the counter, his head resting on his arms. “I will curse Yu Ran for pairing me with him.” He punctuated his frustration with a sigh as he pushed himself upright. “I’ll show you what it looks like when we locate it.”

“When?” Brewster turned to Tevor now beside him. “Not ‘if?’”

“I should hope we weren’t given faulty intel. This would be a tremendous waste of time for the both of us.”

Brewster’s hands immediately went for his launcher. “It doesn’t have to be!”

“Let’s determine if it’s actually here or not first.” The many rows of sera in front of Tevor were vast in quantity, his eyes hastily scanning the labels for any useful information. There was no time to peruse with the noise they’d caused getting into the lab.

Head pivoting between one wall of chemicals and the next, Brewster’s expression became agitated from the seemingly endless options. “Maybe I need a closer look.”

Hearing that instantly got Tevor to clench his fists as he looked to where his companion was climbing to the top of a counter. “Hey, be careful!”

“What are you, my mom?” Brewster shot back, a cocky smirk contorting his lips. Without any caution he grabbed the handles right in front of him and pulled open the cabinet doors, not noticing a beaker resting against the glass losing its support until it was about to fall on top of him. “Woah!” His hands lunged towards the glass, trying to push it back into its place, but unable to given his short stature, even when standing on tiptoes!

Tevor groaned, his annoyance showing on his face. “See? I told you.” He positioned himself on the floor with his arms outstretched just in case something happened.

Brewster’s assured demeanour all but evaporated as he struggled in placing the vial back on the shelf. No matter how much he tried to stretch his legs, he was just shy of achieving his goal. His constant shifting to find a position that worked for him was to no avail, and was especially ineffective when he planted his foot right onto a spill on the counter caused by his explosive entrance.

While Tevor was in the right place to catch Brewster, that didn’t mean it was a guarantee. Instead of his hands, the canine fell right on top of him, sending them both crashing to the tiled floor. “Ah, goddamn it…” He rubbed his head as he lay there on the ground, the rocket launcher that caused the mess in the first place having been launched itself beside him from the fall.

And the serum that Brewster was trying so hard to put back onto the ledge now had nothing holding it up, which let it crash to the counter to add to the chaos surrounding the both of them, splashing its contents across the intruders in the process.

He immediately started spitting it up, his body twisting upright as being covered in whatever formula was in the vial caused him to want to get it off of him right away. “Ugh, that tastes like dirt.”

Tevor shucked off as much of it as he could. “You swallowed it?!” He too pushed himself to his feet, visibly unhappy with being drenched in some unknown liquid.

“I don’t think so.” Just to make sure, Brewster started scraping his tongue of whatever particulate matter might’ve been caught. The foulness of the situation had him shudder. “What do you think that was?”

Tevor could only sigh as he attempted to wring the fluid from his clothing. “Something not incredibly reactive given that we’re still in one piece.” His breathing grew calmer as more time passed, his hands shaking the rest of the serum off his body, doing his best to ensure his fur could dry easier. It was during his efforts that his fur began to bristle, his eyes wide as saucers as his hands trembled. All of a sudden the baggy shirt he wore was anything but, the seams along the shoulders giving way as his body barreled out of the fabric, too weak to contain the musculature he now apparently possessed.

That knocked him back on his ass which also received the same treatment, filling out the checkered shorts he wore before bursting out of the material like they were made of wet paper. His tufted tail whipped wildly in panic as the rest of his body followed suit, his legs swelling to the size of the tree trunks he walked past getting into the facility before passing them outright, his thighs rubbing against one another and forcing him to spread his legs apart. His frame helped him out in that regard by stretching broader than it was mere seconds ago, his bones cracking and reforming in an instant to make his width closer to what his height was. The way his nose flared indicated he had no idea what to do.

“Dude, what’s happening?” Brewster’s body mimicked what Tevor’s did, thickening without being told to as the serum soaked into his fur. Barely any time had passed and his chest had already begun pushing out, actual pectorals forming on what used to be a flat torso. His hands couldn’t help but reach out to the jutting mounds, fingers rubbing along beef that never used to be there, nails unable to press against the flesh to form any meaningful result. In spite of the inexplicable event, a smile grew across his face.

Not wearing pants meant he got to see his lower half billow unimpeded. His tail wagged excitedly as those legs of his inflated like balloons made of muscle, the size coming from nowhere to pile onto his form as if it was meant to do so all along. Even while getting bigger, he flexed them to see what they could do, his face lighting up when he witnessed the heft double in size without trying. What remained of his clothing fell to the ground in tatters, aside from his hat and goggles, but he cared little about that. His full focus was on his newfound bulk.

Now having biceps bigger than his head had Tevor at a loss for words, unable to properly vocalize the sight of an arm larger across than what his waist used to be. Not to mention that chest of his had permanently invaded the space of his head, his chin now bumping into the top of those prodigious pecs whenever he looked down, which he did in shock when he saw how huge his chest was. His hands clenched onto those boulders with all the ferocity he could muster, only to feel them lurch one last time into what appeared to be their final form.

He was aghast.

Brewster, on the other hand, was all smiles as he pumped his fists in the air, watching how his arms tensed bigger than any other person’s he’d ever seen. His could tear doors off their frames, muscles like steel cables, which he could easily flatten between his biceps and forearms should he ever find any to test. Pulling his fists in front of him pushed his massive chest into his face, all that solid heft enveloping his snout had him breathing faster.

“Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this!” Tevor hissed, nervously glancing between the two of them.

Brewster just laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re not!”

A retort never came from Tevor as his attention went elsewhere, his eyes peering downwards in spite of the brawny mounds on his chest blocking his view. Instinctively his legs spread apart at the same time his fingers trembled as a spasm rocked his lower half. In a matter of seconds his flaccid cock had jumped in size, the fleshy tool looking more like a log as it grew with every visible pulse of his heartbeat. By the time it had stopped he could actually see the damn thing. He gasped.

And Brewster had no issue with his own prick enlarging for no reason given how he was clutching it, making it erect in his grasp. “Dude, this is amazing!”

“Why would they have a formula that could do this to a person?” Tevor was beside himself as he stared at his fattened shaft, his hands pulling down on his hat.

“Who cares? I think we look good.” An errant flex shoved Brewster’s rod between his pecs, a giggle showing how much fun he had experimenting with his newfound size.

Tevor glowered at Brewster. “You’re a freak.”

“A sexy freak.”

A noise from the hallway alerted both of them – voices! They weren’t nearby just yet, but they were closing in on their location fast.

Tevor panicked. “We can’t go the way we came. We’re trapped here!”

“Hold on.” Brewster leapt for his launcher, his gait a bit wobbly due to his different centre of gravity, and fired at the wall opposite the entrance, creating a way outside that the both of them could fit through. He then pulled the feline to his feet, not feeling a thing even though he just lifted someone weighed down by hundreds of pounds of muscle mass. “You can thank me later. Let’s go!”

“We didn’t grab what we came here for.”

“Then Yu Ran can kill us when we get back.” With that, Brewster yanked Tevor in the direction of the makeshift exit, both nimbly dodging the debris created as a result. While they hightailed it out there as fast as their legs could take them, it wasn’t long before both realized how cumbersome all that size was when trying to move around as their thighs constantly rubbed against one other, try as they might to avoid it, which led to both of them becoming hard in the process. Only one of them was happy with their boner.

Brewster spotted an alleyway to duck into that the two of them slipped into, barely fitting despite them both being half as tall as the average human. These passages weren’t meant for people as thick around as they were.

And what’s worse was how Tevor’s dick slapped against the underside of his chest, his fuckstick throbbing with need as he tried his best to ignore it. “How am I supposed to run like this…”

“Ah, you’ll figure it out.” Not even having a moment to breathe, Brewster jumped when the same voices sounded out behind him. “Okay, we don’t have a choice. Keep moving!”

***

“And you two just kept running?” Yu Ran set his cup of green tea back down on its saucer, his expression a mix of incredulity and annoyance.

“Yeah, we split up at some point to try and lose the guys on our tails. I came here, while Tevor went somewhere else.”

Yu Ran maintained eye contact. “Do you know where he went?” His tone of voice grew even more insistent than it already was.

Brewster shook his head.

Yu Ran sighed. “You’re both presumably alive, at least. I suppose I should be glad it wasn’t a total trainwreck.”

“You’re not even the least bit interested in all of this?” Brewster blurted out, his arms outstretched as if trying to draw attention to his impossible form.

Yu Ran turned his head, brows narrowed. “No.” His stern demeanour could burn holes through anything. “Did you find what I asked of you?”

Hearing that icy disposition made Brewster flatten his ears. “No, we didn’t. We went to the exact facility you told us to go to, did exactly what you wanted us to, and found nothing like what you were looking for.” He perked up when his hands gravitated towards his bulk, seemingly where they naturally rested now. “At least I got this awesome body after all that.”

“So glad you’re easily amused.” Eyes screwed shut, Yu Ran massaged his forehead with his fingers.

The lack of praise agitated Brewster, his visage turning sour. “Hey, you’re not actually disappointed, are you? We got in and out of a Shadow Decree facility by the skin of our teeth. That’s gotta count for something!”

“Brewster, I—” Yu Ran groaned, though turned to maintain the physical aspect of the conversation. “Look, as much as I appreciate the fact that you two are apparently adept at infiltrating enemy bases, you didn’t retrieve what I had asked for. I’m sorry.”

That put Brewster at a loss for words, his gaze dropping to the floor. That only lasted for a moment as his ears rose at the same time his eyes landed on Yu Ran. “I wouldn’t say it’s a total loss.”

“Brewster, if you tell me one more time about your body, I’m going to—”

“No, no, hear me out!” The excitement in Brewster’s voice was evident throughout his form as his clenched fists pumped his swollen physique. “I’m kinda thinking that I might be able to help you out like this.”

Yu Ran quirked a brow. “Explain.”

“Right! Okay. So you’re a super important politics guy and you’re always blathering on about justice and crap—”

“Careful…” Yu Ran warned, looking down the length of his cervine muzzle.

Brewster cringed. “What I’m trying to say is that you’re probably really stressed. Am I right?”

“That’s correct.”

“Awesome! I mean…” A nervous giggle left Brewster’s mouth as the words got stuck in his throat. “Look, what I’m trying to say is that I think I can help you relieve all that pressure.” He carefully laid his hand on Yu Ran’s hip.

“Please don’t touch me.”

Brewster acquiesced. “I’m willing to bet it’s been ages since you last got off, right?”

If it were possible, Yu Ran’s jaw would’ve fallen to the floor. “You’re joking.”

“No way! I don’t joke about stuff like that.”

To say Yu Ran was stunned would be an understatement. He stammered trying to say what was on his mind, his mouth unable to form coherent sentences. It prompted him to palm his face with both hands. “Brewster, let me be blunt with you. My idea of enjoying something pleasurable involves either reading a good book, or playing chess. I have no interest in matters of carnal gratification.”

“Is that why you’re hard right now?”

Instantly Yu Ran’s eyes bugged out of his skull as he looked down to his crotch, verifying that, indeed, his member had betrayed his words. The biggest, rosiest blush then spread across his face. “If you must know, it has been a while since I’ve last… ‘gotten off.’”

“And that’s where I come in!” Chin resting on his chest, Brewster excitedly pumped his body in a display of grotesque masculinity, the act causing his cock to pulse to life and nestle underneath his pec valley. “I bet I can get you to blow without using my hands.”

That got Yu Ran to take a step back, eyes wide. “No offense, but if I were to fornicate with someone else, I would choose the touch of a woman over you.”

Which then coaxed Brewster into taking a step forward. “Alright, point out the woman in here.”

Silence echoed throughout the room as Yu Ran stood there with his mouth agape, slowly closing it at the same time he did his eyes, his head gradually tilting towards the ceiling. “There isn’t one.”

“Then it seems like I’m the best you got.”

Shoulders slumped forward, Yu Ran sighed as the bulge in his pants refused to subside. “Fine,” he practically mumbled under his breath. Unable to keep eye contact, he removed his pants with his back turned away, his turgid pole popping out the first chance it could.

All Brewster could see at that moment was the shapely rear of the man he was attempting to help, his own schlong throbbing at the sight. “Dude, you look really good. Do you work out?”

“Please…” Yu Ran gulped, his fingers clenching onto the fabric of his bottoms. “Just stop making this any more awkward than it already is.”

“What? I’m being nice!” Brewster huffed as he patiently waited by the bed. His boner pulsated, a dollop of pre sitting atop the head.

After much fussing, Yu Ran had finally removed his lower garments, his expression flustered as he slowly padded onto his bed. “Alright, let’s get this over with…”

“You’re not gonna regret this!” With much eagerness, Brewster clambered onto the duvet, his short legs pushing up from whatever he found purchase on, using his immense upper body strength to drag him up a mattress half his height. Right away he almost sank into the soft covering, needing to crawl along it just to not get stuck. But once he made it to his destination he got into position over the bottom half of Yu Ran, encouraging the other man to lie back. His fur bristled with excitement.

Compared to his, the shaft in his hand wasn’t nearly as big, but it was also unadulterated, leaving it naturally impressive. Every stroke of his fingers along it elicited a gasp from Yu Ran. But his words from before didn’t mirror his actions, so he instead inched closer in order to press his heavy chest against the pulsing rod, now using his hands to squeeze his pecs together. His own length belched forth a glob of precum.

He then proceeded to rub against that member with pectorals heavier than he used to be, his grin growing more impish the longer he did it. A quick glance upward showed his efforts were having the effect desired, especially when whimpers sounded out through the room. He redoubled his exertion, his sweaty pecs enveloping the dick with aplomb, only to recoil when he felt the telltale sign of orgasm hit him in the chest. “Oh my god, you came really fast!”

“I warned you.” Yu Ran’s blush returned in full force, his hand gripping his sheets as the other clutched his heaving chest. After firing a load brewing for ages now, he let himself go limp, lying flat on his back as he sank into the mountain of pillows he slept on. Regret mixed with interest as he stared at the ceiling. “I suppose you can be of some use.”

That put the widest smile possible on Brewster’s face. “Glad to hear it!” His own cock then dribbled down preseed down the base. “Man, I gotta bust a nut. My balls are aching.”

“Bathroom.”

“But I already—”

“Bathroom, now!” Yu Ran commanded, bolting upright.

“Alright, alright, you don’t need to shout.” While Brewster maintained his natural cocky demeanour, his tail slid between his legs as he hurried out of the room. Still, the cum matting his chest fur had him grinning from a job well done.

***

The desert wasn’t somewhere Tevor went often, but that’s where he found himself as he wandered along looking for refuge. At some point after splitting up he found a speedo to wear to keep himself decent as the constant swinging of his phallus was distracting with how much it rubbed against his bulging thighs.

A bar was the perfect place to get out of the heat, and he slipped inside thankful that the doorway was wide enough to not give him grief. His gait had all but returned to normal since fleeing the Shadow Decree facility.

All eyes were on him as he entered, the other patrons clearly never seeing someone of his calibre be that short. His eyes merely rolled in response. He strode past everyone else and took an empty seat at the bar, not caring about any of the whispering happening behind him, simply ordering a drink for himself with his attention focused on nothing but him.

“You look like you have a story to tell.”

The sudden appearance of a voice startled him, the slight jump he did in stark contrast with his hundreds of pounds of bulk. He turned to face the source, only to end up staring at a leonine figure more than double his height. “You could say that.”

Javid set his glass on the counter and sighed. “We all have one.” In spite of his dour tone of voice, his presence shone like the sun itself, being a beacon of radiant energy amidst the gloomy bar interior. His white, flowing hair rested upon his broad shoulders.

Tevor hadn’t stopped eyeing up the other man since the first time he spoke. He might be many times the magnitude that he once was, but he only looked like he’d caught up to someone that naturally huge.

“You okay?”

Tevor immediately snapped out of his daze. “Uh, yeah,” he lied. “Long day.” The taste of alcohol shocked his system, but it did the trick of calming his nerves.

“I can tell. I can’t recall anyone else ever walking in here almost nude without making a show of it.” Javid’s eyes never left Tevor.

“Well, I can tell you for a fact I was fully clothed not too long ago. This isn’t normal for me.”

Javid’s ears twitched, the loudness of the place becoming apparent to him again. After a quick scan he finished his drink and pushed the empty glass away from him. “Would you be more comfortable outside the bar?”

Those words got Tevor to side-eye Javid, a brow quirking in the process. “What are you asking?”

“That we take this conversation someplace else.”

The liquid inside Tevor’s glass lapped at the rim as he swirled it with his hand, each of his fingers gripping onto the sides. That then led to him downing the rest of his drink before placing the tumbler back on the counter devoid of anything besides ice, grimacing at nearly inhaling something stronger than what he was used to, the tuft on his tail puffing out like a cotton ball. A shiver ripped up his spine, prompting him to take a deep breath. “I would love that, actually.” He smiled.

The two of them ended up at a motel not far from where they met, their intentions simultaneously private and broadcasted to everyone who happened to see the pair. Their room was nothing special – the chair at the desk had certainly seen better days – but it did in a pinch.

Regardless of who sat on the bed, it creaked from years of abuse, doubly so when both took up a spot. Tevor’s weight ensured he made an imprint in the mattress. He eyed his fellow feline with intrigue, inspecting every last detail from head to toe, face to clothes. “You do this often with people?”

“No.”

“Then why me?”

Javid merely shrugged. “You fascinated me. You have the body of a warrior more than twice your size, but also a keen intellect. I don’t see that much, if ever. It’s refreshing.”

Hearing that made Tevor breathe deep, his chest puffing out as a result. His naturally inquisitive gaze lingered on Javid. “I’d say your reputation precedes you, but it seems to have taken a day off.”

“Eh, the life I live gives me little room to relax. I needed a break.” Javid’s expression then dropped, a steely look now adorning his face. “I can be strict if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I’d rather you weren’t.”

“I had a feeling.”

That then inspired Tevor to inspect the space a little closer. “So if we’re in a place like this, I’m assuming you weren’t all that interested in picking my brain. Am I right?” He gave the other a knowing glance.

Javid smirked. “Well, I figured you’d appreciate getting out of that bar. It didn’t seem like the right environment for you.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t. I mean, if this was this time yesterday, I’d be just fine. But now…”

“I wouldn’t let their staring get to you. They don’t understand a good thing when they see it.” A mischievous twinkle shone in Javid’s eye.

That made Tevor roll his eyes, though he couldn’t help but throw on a smile in return. “I knew there was an ulterior motive to all of this!”

“Hey, I’m someone who recognizes the strength in a person, and you have it in multiple ways.” Despite his bizarrely friendly demeanour, Javid’s expression turned concerned. “You look like you’ve never been told that before.”

“Uh, well…” Tevor sucked in air through his teeth as his eyes looked anywhere other than the giant lion man. His body didn’t know what to do, his fists clenching at the same time his lips pursed. “Kinda no.”

“Then let me be the first.” A gentle touch was not what Javid was known for to the populace in the region, but that’s exactly what he gave to Tevor before hoisting him onto his lap, adjusting his posture to account for the increase in weight. He then led the charge in growing intimate, pressing his muzzle against Tevor’s before their lips locked together, first carefully, as if testing the waters, before applying more force once comfort was achieved.

He fell onto his back with Tevor’s body weight now on his chest, that doing little to impede him. He kept up his onslaught with some light groping, his fingers eagerly exploring along the shorter feline’s monstrous back, identifying the curves formed by the walls of muscle.

Even though Tevor was hesitant in joining in on the embrace, he soon took to it and reciprocated as his fingers found themselves gliding through those silky locks that covered the bed. His heart beat climbed fast as his beef was lovingly manhandled. The shyness he presented earlier had all but slipped away, his body taking in whatever Javid was offering to him, making his worries slip away as he basked in something nice happening to him for once.

***

“Tevor! Hey!” Brewster bounded towards the feline, his junk bouncing back and forth in his speedo, his bulk somehow not slowing him down. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Books stacked on either side of him, Tevor looked up from the one splayed out in his hands, annoyance the only thing his eyes conveyed. “This is a private study for a reason, Brewster.” The musty smell of old pages saturated every square inch of the room.

“Yeah, it’s so no one can hear us.”

Tevor sighed as he clapped his book shut with one hand. “What is it you need?”

“Oh, nothing. I just remembered you never got a chance to chat with Yu Ran since busting into the lab, so I just wanted to tell you that we’re all good. Actually, more than that – he’s gonna send us on another mission soon! I told him it’s ‘cause we work so well together.”

Confusion was written all over Tevor’s face. “Wow, you two are talking way more than I thought you would.” That’s when he understood. “Have you been shacking up with Yu Ran?”

“Yeah, why?” Brewster cocked his head. “No seriously, is that a problem or something?”

“No, of course not. I just… thought you’d be a rug in his foyer by now.”

“Nah, we get along swimmingly.” Just then, Brewster’s face lit up. “Hey, have you ever wondered why people say that?”

Breathing heavily through his nose, Tevor rubbed his forehead. “I’ve never really cared.”

The response wasn’t expected, but Brewster just shrugged it off. That then led to his expression growing curious. “Does that mean you’ve been alone this whole time?”

It was as if Tevor had been waiting for that moment as, in stark contrast to his demeanour before, his mouth twisted into a confident smirk aimed directly at the canine. “No, actually. I’ve been seeing Javid.”

“Woah, really?” The news nearly made Brewster jump back, his eyes wide with shock. “I thought he hated everyone!”

“Maybe he hates you, but we’re doing just fine.”

Matching the energy pouring off the feline, Brewster casually sauntered up and leaned on one of the stacks of books, the bindings of each groaning in protest of the shortstack’s heavy arm. “Ah, so you two are getting it on then, huh?” His shit-eating grin stretched wide the closer he got.

“Well…” The brazenness of the other caught Tevor off-guard. He gulped. “No, we haven’t gone that far.”

“Oh really?” Brewster then traced a finger along the curves of that black-furred bulk, the muscle mass twitching from even a gentle touch. “So you’re saying you’re needy?”

Tevor caught the hand with his own, his hackles raising. “Brewster, is this really necessary?”

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you. Has he taken care of your urges yet?”

The sudden shift into talking about his sex life had Tevor groaning in frustration. “That’s not really a thing we—”

“So you’re saying he’s never held your pecs and told them how much he likes them?”

A deep crimson blush took hold of Tevor’s face, his nostrils flaring the more he prevented his mouth from speaking. His eyes darted away from the invader of his personal space as hastily as they could manage. And yet, his heart beat faster after the question was asked. “I hate that you’re talking me into this.”

Brewster merely grinned, his playful edge coming out in full force. “You’re free to leave anytime.”

“Well, no, I came here first.” Tevor’s breathing became a tad laboured. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin any of these books.”

“I can help clean up if needed.” Without warning, Brewster yanked Tevor away from his spot, pulling the other fireplug to the centre of the room where the space was paramount. That had them pressing their swollen chests together, the sensation electric and coaxing him to push in closer, tendrils of pleasure beginning to seep across his nerves to his brain.

Sweat began to drip down both of their bodies, contouring along necks big enough to make bulls jealous, torsos that made doorways nervous, arms the width of other people, and legs that could kick concrete to dust. Their natural musk mixing with the smell of their arousal swirled around them both as their hands did all the talking for them.

Fervent groping was Brewster’s calling card as he felt up plump feline pectorals stacked with solid bulk that prevented his hands from covering much real estate, fingers trying and failing to squeeze muscle denser than steel and much bigger than his head. But that didn’t stop him from attempting wherever his lecherous hands ended up at. They soon found purchase on a pair of meaty nips capping those bloated mounds, an errant clasp doing the trick of inducing a moan from the other man.

Overwrought with euphoric bliss pummeling his every nerve, Tevor couldn’t stop himself from dropping to his knees, his very being on fire as his body had been roughly grasped for the first time by someone fully intent on making him cum. His teeth gritted after just a few seconds of the rowdy canine twisting his nips like fleshy doorknobs. That coaxed him to retaliate.

In an instant his hands lunged forward to grab at Brewster’s leg, making sure to pay close attention to the inner thigh. That rippling quad immediately billowed outward with a flex at the exact moment he made contact, indicating his caressing of that bunched-up meat was successful and spurred him into redoubling his efforts. The grip on his chest was loosening the more force he put in, painting a wry smile on his face as he went further, one hand now cupping an ass cheek too thick for conventional pants if its owner ever wore any. For the sake of their fun, it was fortuitous that wasn’t the case.

The effect of Brewster’s rump being grabbed was prompt. His hands had let go from their perch, fingers now clenching the air in front of him as his lower half was being assaulted, their bodies smashed together as a shared urge for adoration drove their actions. With a lewd snort he fell backwards, his rear crashing into the ground and causing the books in the room to jump, some falling over from their precarious positions. But he had no time to observe the reactions to his body as his needs took over.

His spot allowed him access to the other man’s back, his digits ensuring no muscle group went unattended to. That encouraged him to tense his own back, pushing his chest into the feline’s face in the process, his hands involuntarily using their leverage to press the two of them together. A toothy smile broke out as he felt breathing along the underside of his massive pecs; his pelvis pulsed from the ecstasy of it all.

Tevor’s face being smooshed against abs as cut as those had his tongue lolling out right away, not able to stop himself from lapping against those bricks as his pace quickened. Lashing this way and that, he outlined that cobblestone stomach to the point where a pattern in his movement had formed, his face mashed against the sweaty fur all the while. The frantic focus he gave confirmed his abilities to please as the canine’s throbbing cock began to invade his territory. That was all it took to break his concentration and pull away from the action. “Hold on.” He shucked the sweat from his face.

Brewster, on the other hand, clearly wasn’t ready to stop as evident by his hands following where that black-furred beef was going. “What? What’s wrong?” His gaze dropped to the other man’s crotch, the excitement he showed obviously mirrored.

“Gonna be honest with you.” The excessive emotions written upon Tevor’s face explained why he was a huffy wreck. His erection was rock-hard as it slapped against his chiseled abdominals, pulsing in the restrictive fabric of his speedo. “As much as I’m appreciating all this, you’re not exactly the one I’m interested in.”

Hearing that had Brewster shaking his head in disbelief, the sudden absence of musky muscle mass smashed against his own like a shock to the system. His face remained contorted in bewilderment as to why their fun was being halted so soon. That was until a gasp got caught in his throat, his fingers unclenching as his usual grin returned. “Oh, I gotcha!” He scrambled to his feet, his tongue hanging out as he panted up a storm. “Well, then I think I’m gonna do the same then.”

“I wish you the best of luck.” Tevor snatched his hat off the floor and wiped any dust off, adjusting it on his head so as to rest in its most comfortable position. It was the only part of him looking somewhat presentable given how much of a sweaty mess he was.

“What? You’re definitely gonna need it more!”

“Yu Ran is far more uptight than Javid is.” Tevor offered an impish smirk. “Besides, he told me he’d be willing to go further when I was ready, and that time is now.”

A bawdy laugh slipped from between Brewster’s lips as grabbed a hold of his pulsating pole, a glob of precum staining the fabric. “Then I’ll be the one to finally show Yu Ran how to actually relax.”

Tevor had a retort for everything Brewster had to say, but this time he bit his tongue and chuckled. “For your sake, I hope you’re right.”

***

“Absolutely not.”

“What?!” Brewster’s jaw would’ve hit the floor if it was possible. “But we cuddled!”

Not a single luxurious hair was out of place on Yu Ran’s head, and yet they had every right to be. He’d been pacing ever since the canine showed up, his form agitated and his face bearing unrest. “And every step of the way I keep wondering if I’m making the right decision. I’m sure you can understand.”

The pout that gnarled Brewster’s face belied his impossible form, the act wholly unbefitting of someone of his incredible size. “Well, you did say you were ready.”

Yu Ran stopped in his tracks. His eyes fell to the floor at the same time he gripped the front of his muzzle, muffling his voice. “Yes, and now I’m regretting it.”

“Well that’s not fair. You promised me the last time that this time for sure will be the one where we do it.” One hand on his hips, Brewster pointed accusingly towards the cervine “A good politician always keeps their promises.”

Silence blanketed the room as Yu Ran turned, dumbfounded. His hands had fallen to his sides. “You’ve never met a politician in your life, have you?”

“So you’re saying you’re not a good politician?”

Frustration was the only thing Yu Ran’s body expressed as he found himself pounding his head against the nearest wall, the rhythmic thudding not because of his skull, but rather his extensive yellow antlers protruding out in front of him from above his ears. A loud groan followed several minutes of it. “Why must you be this way?”

“Because I know I can show you the best time of your life if you just trust me!” Brewster’s speedo bulged as if on cue, the outline of his schlong visible through the stretchy material as more blood pumped into it, throbbing to life as the base of his cock gradually had less and less fabric covering it. He was the manifestation of swollen hypermasculinity given physical form, with no part of him any less impressive than the others.

“I’ve made that mistake once,” Yu Ran said as he gripped the waistband of his pants, “but I suppose I could make it again.”

“Really?” Watching the other man strip in front of him had Brewster’s face light up as he did the same, his freed member slapping against his torso as whatever precum had dribbled out matted into his grey-coloured fur. “Glad to hear it. Now come on, let’s get down to business so I can fuck that tight little—”

“Brewster!” Yu Ran snapped, reaching over to clamp that muzzle shut with a hand. “Manners.” His shirt hung around his neck as he hadn’t gotten the chance to fully take it off yet. The process was an ordeal, his antlers a hurdle he had to jump every morning and night.

The cervine’s eyes pierced holes through Brewster’s, the room quiet enough to detect his gulp. Hearing the sudden shift in tone had his body tense up, his nostrils flaring even when he was let go of. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He rubbed his face with both hands as if attempting to wipe away what just happened. Flustered, he looked back at the other man with a determined expression, not afraid to let his mouth say whatever was to come out. “I think you look really good.”

“Thank you. I work hard to stay in shape.” The compliment didn’t faze Yu Ran this time, who was far too focused on finagling his antlers through the neck hole of his shirt, exposing the lean torso of a runner, shoulders covered by a curtain of his silver hair. His pants were a cakewalk to remove in comparison.

Being honest wasn’t what Brewster was all that known for, yet his body vouched for him by pulsing at the sight of Yu Ran’s defined physique, his breathing having heightened as well. He then observed the cervine removed the last of those garments worn, now showing off a shapely rear that took dedication to maintain. It had his fingers twitching as he looked down at himself. “Do you… like my body as well?”

Yu Ran looked over his shoulder, his expression unchanging. “I’ve become accustomed to it.”

Brewster didn’t intend to, but he pumped his fist when he heard that. A deep breath then helped puff out his chest as his lips worked on their own. “Do you wanna feel it?” He almost let a blush overtake him. Almost.

“I suppose that would be appropriate to help get in the mood. Please.” Yu Ran gestured to the bed, standing there as the shortstack clambered up the side before following himself. Without giving the canine a chance to say anything to ruin the atmosphere, he caressed along thighs bigger than his own, the only things heard being several moans followed by the dull thud of the other man falling backwards. That encouraged him to move up the fireplug’s frame, fingers dancing along each and every crevice he came across, purposefully avoiding the spasming dick oozing out pre like it was going out of style. It wasn’t time yet.

Those hands of his found purchase along arms each capable of lifting him, flexing from his gentle touch into wads of beef double their size. Veins as thick as pencils snaked across the muscle, vascularity not noticeable until that moment, which just gave him more to trace around. Writhing in pleasure below him was the canine, the victim of his expert fondling. That only enticed him to move closer. “This is what you wanted, yeah?” He whispered into Brewster’s ear.

The oversensitive nature of Brewster’s body had him reeling from Yu Ran’s tender ministrations. Fits of pleasure battered his brain as his urge to breed rose, his thick length slapping against the cervine’s torso.

“So it was.” Yu Ran smirked. “Shall we then?” With one last graze of his finger down the shortstack’s chest as an act of seduction, he carefully turned around to show off his toned rear end, his glutes appearing well taken care of.

Brewster didn’t need to be told twice. He jolted himself upright as he stared upon his prize, aching rod bouncing in anticipation. With great haste he gripped the other man’s hips, one hand on his hog to collect as much of his gooey preseed as he could, gingerly slipping between the cervine’s dimpled glutes to reach the pucker in between. Grunts sounded out as he thrust his middle finger inside, followed by his index so as to prepare for the monster between his legs. That probably wouldn’t be enough, then again, what would be?

Rigid flesh met soft tissue as the tip of his obscene crotch rocket kissed the other man’s winking hole. The entrance had been slickened from his preseed, but a simple push only got him inside so far. Using those hips for support, he drove his dick in as carefully as he could, anxious to not cause any pain as he had no experience fucking someone with the size he’d gained. He pursed his lips. “Do you feel okay?”

Yu Ran merely grunted, his lips parting to bare his teeth with every inch taken. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Listen, this is the first time I’ve ever had to ask someone that, so you better appreciate it.” Brewster groaned out the last part of his sentence as his cock was clamped down on for the first of many times. His fingers trembled as fiery waves of pleasure washed over him, causing him to grit his teeth in preparation for when he fully plunged inside, his heart nearly beating out of his chest at the prospect.

A loud gasp escaped Yu Ran’s mouth as the fireplug canine’s cock had drilled balls deep into his anal cavity, the girthy fuckstick plugging him good. His fingers gripped the sheets tight.

“I know what I said before, but you’re actually goddamn tight!” Brewster whined. Going back out wasn’t as difficult as shoving his schlong in, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any resistance. Along the way his pole continued to belch out translucent precum, giving him a much more manageable time re-entering.

“Gee, I wonder why that could be.” Yu Ran arched his back. “Maybe it’s because I’ve never taken anyone back there before so you should go easy on me.”

Despite having no one to witness it, Brewster affirmed the sentiment with a nod, his tool throbbing between those supple ass cheeks as he drove back in, this time with more lubrication. The highly sensitive nature of his cock had him squirming from simply packing that canal with his fat meatlog. Thrusting was a whole other beast, the cervine’s hole having been loosened to allow him to slide right in, but not to the point where it was effortless. Tenderizing the other man’s tailhole rocked him hard.

Fangs exposed, he snorted as he pistoned in and out, his hands gripping his lover’s waist hard. So overwhelmed by the sensation was he that his own set of muscled glutes tensed up to show off their concave shape, rounded out by croissants formed by his heft that exuded pure power in his lower half. It gave his humps the force he needed to bury his bone as best as he could.

Slippery was his member as the pre poured out the nearer he drew to orgasm. By now he was panting up a storm, his prodigious chest heaving as his pectorals pressed against the small of the cervine’s back. Never before had he reached this stage of intercourse so soon. His pelvis slammed into the awaiting ass cheeks, the toned muscle present acting like a bit of a cushion for his pounding as his pace quickened. Eyes now screwed shut, he pummeled the other man’s rear with gusto as his plump balls ached with the need to release, the feeling only increasing with every slap against the other pair. That had him hugging as much of his lover’s torso as he could, biceps like bowling balls that he tried his best in avoiding crushing the other man.

But he couldn’t take it any longer and let loose the flood that had built up in his cum tanks. A self-satisfied moan had been freed from his lips the instant his dam burst, his muscles able to relax after tensing twice as big as they were at rest. Thick, creamy batter pumped inside the cervine as he pressed his crotch as flush as possible to the other man’s ass, deluging those insides with enough spunk to give his lover the start of a gut that only grew the more he gushed. His tongue lolling out of his mouth indicated how much he’d been pent-up since getting huge.

And Yu Ran just took it like a trooper. Not once had he complained that anything was too much for him, even when having what must have been a bucket’s worth of jism overflowing his bowels. “And here I thought you’d last longer.” His hole remained clenched around that prick so as to not let a drop escape.

“Me too,” Brewster wheezed. Nuts the size of grapefruits had lots to offer, his flow only then beginning to taper off as he attempted to get to his feet, stumbling from exhaustion and collapsing backwards onto the bed below, his rod audibly slipping out as he fell.

His chest rose and dipped with every breath taken. He’d have fallen asleep right then and there, if only he hadn’t heard a gasp.

Instantly he bolted upright, his eyes wide as he witnessed Yu Ran doubled over, confusion written upon his face until he noticed the cervine’s arm twitch before bulging out with what looked like another person’s worth of muscle mass in seconds. It took him aback until it happened with the other arm, both triceps now bloated horseshoes that complemented biceps edging into the territory of beach balls.

Then expansion came for the other man’s back, those muscle groups billowing out in real time as if hooked up to an air compressor set to max. So much beef piled on those traps that they now towered over him as he gawked like he would when watching any sort of entertainment, his fluffy tail whipping behind him with excitement. Already having an advantage on his, those lats flared out dramatically, their wingspan rivaling those of birds and not stopping until they resembled a shield on either side of his torso, giving him a width that no one had seen him with before that very moment.

The growth added yet more dimension by puffing out the cervine’s chest with every breath, pectoral mass materializing faster than one could blink and not stopping until each pec resembled a tire in size, pushing back against the other man’s face. His mouth immediately curled into a smile and he couldn’t stop it if he tried.

What used to be runner’s legs were now anything but as lithe quads surged into masses of meat that gave watermelons a run for their money. So much heft grew in that the other man’s frame couldn’t handle it all, forcing yet more width to be added as his bones lengthened just to accommodate everything. Everything about Yu Ran’s physique was so out of the ordinary as to be described as absurd, and yet it happened in real time, and with a witness – him. In spite of just cumming his balls dry, he was rick-fucking-solid once more.

He couldn’t contain his excitement. “Dude, that’s awesome!” A twinkle shone in his eyes.

Yu Ran huffed as he pushed himself to a sitting position, his heavy frame making the bed creak as well as throwing him off-balance as his centre of gravity had shifted from the impossible amount of muscle mass he’d just received as a prize for being fucked. “It’s… something.” His eyes couldn’t stop staring at his chest.

“Now people will have to take you more seriously.”

“I… highly doubt that.” Yu Ran’s head whipped in Brewster’s direction, needing to shift his shoulders as the amount of muscle required him too. “Did you know this would happen?”

Brewster cocked his head, his face scrunching up. “No? Why would I?”

“Right, right…” While Yu Ran was busy inspecting his newfound form – his hands had become explorers – a quick glance was thrown in Brewster’s direction, his brow quirking. “You still seem raring to go.”

Brewster laughed so hard his pecs bounced and hit him on the underside of his muzzle. “Are you kidding me? We got to do it, and see you grow too! I easily got more rounds in me. Don’t worry about that.”

And Yu Ran didn’t, as evident by his growing smile, one most mischievous. “Good to hear. I propose we undertake an experiment then.” What had gone unnoticed was the thickened shaft jutting out between legs that could destroy medicine balls, unable to be held in both hands, and easily reaching the front of his chest. “Let’s find out how stretchy you are.”

That moment was the first time since getting closer to Yu Ran that Brewster had any sort of genuine apprehension written on his face. “Oh, heh, well…”

At least there were plenty of pillows for him to bite.

***

“I’m almost starting to think you live out of motel rooms.”

“I’m on the move quite often. They’re convenient.” Javid leaned against the desk, the chair he sat on appearing to be on its last legs as the frame bowed out when it was meant to support someone of his size. “You don’t seem to hate them.”

Tevor took his place on the bed, this one not creaking for once. “It’s nice to get out and see the sights.”

That got Javid to quirk a brow. “Normally when people say that, they’re referring to places like the beach.”

“I’ve never been one to go with the crowd.” Tevor gave the other man a knowing glance. “That’s why we’ve been seeing each other, right?”

“Indeed. A lot of the men I’ve hooked up with have excited me physically, but I get nothing from those nights otherwise.” Palpable was the sexual tension in the room as Javid wantonly peered at Tevor. “The strength a man possesses is something I value deeply, but I crave something else to go with it.”

“Well, I think I can confidently say I’ve got that ‘something else,’ but I’m also plenty strong.” As if to demonstrate, Tevor pumped both fists in the air, his biceps now beside his face and showing off just how much bigger they were than his head.

Javid smirked. “It’s an appealing display, but I’ll be the judge here.” With that, he got up and strode over to the bed, gingerly pushing Tevor backwards as he moved in. He straddled his legs against those other muscular ones before leaning over and letting his hands explore the densely-packed heft of his lover. So much furry muscle mass filled his palms that he couldn’t even fully grasp both pecs, his boner shifting down the length of his pants.

Tender kisses were laid along Tevor’s midsection, the lion intimately huffing the slight scent wafting from his cobblestone abs. It had his eyes go half-lidded as the other man’s ministrations rocked him. A tongue then licked through the crevices, careful and deliberate to ensure every square inch of abdominal real estate had been bathed, his breathing erratic as a result. Between the hands tending to his meaty pectorals and the muzzle whuffing up his trunk, he found it hard to do anything but lie there and embrace the pleasure.

The backs of his fingers splayed against the cheap comforter, fabric pinched in between when his nipples were discovered. That caused him to bite his lip and arch his back, his fleshy nubs getting played with and teased while he simply let it happen. His cock jumped from the attention, springing to life in his speedo and pressing against the hardened shaft in his lover’s pants. What little of his tail not smothered by his expansive back whipped wildly.

Whimpers of delight slipped from his mouth. The sheet underneath him bunched up near his bull-like neck as his fists pulled forward, finally letting go when that feline tongue roughly lapped at one of his nips, body writhing in place as he had nowhere else to go. It enticed him to return the affection given by running his hands down the leonine man’s back. While proportionally smaller than his, it was deliciously well-muscled in its own right and gave him lots to caress. His fingers danced along the straining fabric, contouring around muscle definition earned through strict training, likely a regimen that would take anyone ages to adjust to. At least the rewards were his.

And then his girthy hog finally loosed itself from its prison, the air around it cool as it throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. The giddy grin on his face showed how much he was thrilled with his treatment, mashing his dick against the lion’s shirt and staining it with gushing preseed, his body moving on its own as the stimulation shook his very being.

“Seems I’m doing a good job here.” Javid licked his lips as he pulled back from his position. Oozing with confidence, he gave a wink as he gripped the top button and slowly undid his top, making a show of exposing his chest along the way. “As you can plainly see, I know my way around a body like that.” As if sculpted by the gods, his physique was the pinnacle of what one could achieve through natural means. The coat of fur covering it somehow appearing both trimmed and shaggy didn’t hurt either.

Before Tevor could get a word in, he felt that tongue assault him once more, this time dragging up his cock, stretching for about a third of his height. He all but shoved his pelvis upward in the direction of the other man’s mouth, not making it in, but making his intentions known.

“I think someone’s ready for the real thing.”

The sudden lack of physical touch had him open his eyes, and when he did he saw the thickset feline warrior remove the last of the clothing covering a body honed through hard work and dedication. The sight of a toned rump shoved in his direction had his cock convulse regardless if that was just because the other man was removing his pants. Merely getting this far had his nostrils flare and puff out whatever breath he’d been holding onto.

And then Javid turned back around, his own manhood risen to attention. But that belied the confused look he sported. “You look like you haven’t been this far before.”

“I, uh,” Tevor gulped, “kinda haven’t.”

“Then sit back and let me take care of everything.”

Without knowing what the other man would do to him, Tevor gasped when he felt his rod be groped by thick fingers, pumping its veiny flesh while getting covered by his slimy pre. That looked to be the reason for doing so as the lion man took his slickened digits and brought them around his rear before pushing right in, the wry grin on his face indicating how much pleasure he was getting from it.

He’d never seen a show like that before, and it only made his heart beat faster.

Javid stepped forward in order to clamber onto the bed, resting halfway up the shortstack’s torso with that schlong poking him in the back. “Let my experience take the lead here.”

A breathy hiss was the only sound Tevor could make as his meatstick was roughly manhandled by the taller feline, expertise in those hands guiding the head of his dick to its target without needing to look. When his tip hit his lover’s fleshy ring of muscle he groaned loud enough for any adjacent rooms to hear him. His sensitivity nearly had him spurting then and there.

But soon enough he was inside the other man’s anal cavity, there being enough room to glide in thanks to the copious amounts of lubrication his crotch rocket kept belching out. All the while those inner muscles massaged his length as if taking things up the chute was part of the other cat’s workout routine. He uncontrollably bit his bottom lip as his pelvis flexed from the electric stimulation received from having his cock ridden, his face going flush from how instinctual his actions ended up becoming. “S-Sorry!”

That just got Javid to laugh. “It’s alright, this isn’t my first time. There’s no need to be gentle. I can handle it.” Proving what he meant, he slammed his shapely ass down and took in whatever inches hadn’t yet penetrated him, giving the meaty rod a good squeeze with his anal muscles.

Tevor just whined in response. His entire body squirmed as the hairy beast worked him over, his phallus spasming as it met resistance. Yet he held back, his tensing attempting to not blow right away and make the night memorable, though his fattened testosterone factories were still raring to drain themselves into the beefy stud on top of him. The exaggerated flexing of his chest had his prodigious pectorals pumped right in front of his face, the smell of his musk only making it harder to stay concentrated on the task at hand.

But of course, the other feline wasn’t content with just being along for the ride. He didn’t need to say anything for his body to get fondled again, those large hands working over his frame like one would with clay, only this time the rubbing he got was more forceful, likely due to his turgid pillar being snug inside his lover’s tailhole.

Things didn’t get any easier for him once the taller man began the process of taking charge, bobbing that muscled ass along his pole in lieu of him doing the work. That allowed him to lie there and take in the feelings pummeling his very being as an expert battered his crotch with wild abandon. He had trouble keeping his eyes open when he started getting worked over, never having undergone something like that before, though hopefully this was the first of many times to come.

Legs powerful enough to be used in battle thrusted the ass of the warrior up and down his shaft, not stopping for even a moment. He was breathing harder than he would be after a run, the combination of exertion and lust both wearing him down and leaving him wanting more. His hands, with need of something to do, lunged forward to the other feline, not reaching far enough to grab hold of the rear doing all the work, but enough to grapple onto those burly legs and feel up those tensing quads. It elicited another long, low moan from him.

But his breathing only got faster, growing more erratic and laboured the more that time marched on. It didn’t help that his chest was practically in his face the whole time from involuntarily flexing them as a result of the taller man trying to milk his cock for all it was worth. So much pressure built up inside him that his efforts in attempting to stall his orgasm for as long as possible might come to an end sooner than expected. If he held out any longer he might blow up!

So he didn’t, opting to instead explode inside the lion in a fit of frenzied passion.

It was as if a cork had been pulled from his lower half, the aching sensation in his engorged balls lessening as he let loose his load into his leonine lover. While he wasn’t about ready to breathe a sigh of relief just yet, it was at least a start.

That had Javid warmly smiling as his insides were being flooded. “For someone not used to this, you did pretty good.” He grunted as he braced himself on those overly-stuffed pectorals.

“Th-Thanks,” Tevor meekly sputtered out. His chest heaved with every strained breath, his length still pulsing as he tried to jettison everything his inflated orbs produced. But it was over; he could rest for now, a smile on his face for ostensibly satiating the taller man’s needs as well as his own. He could almost fall asleep then and there…

Except he didn’t as the weight bearing down on his lower half seemed to grow, to the point where he jolted up onto his elbows to see what was happening, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Javid, for lack of a better word, was expanding. Rapidly, at that. He paid rapt attention to the scene, watching how suddenly the other feline’s torso bloated outwards within seconds, with both chest and back billowing with beef, unable to control how fast it came. While those pecs had definition to them before, now they swelled uncontrollably, looking more like his except on a frame many times the size, to the point where they might as well have been boulders with how much space they consumed, obscuring that handsome face from his view.

But with an enlarging back came a broadening frame, one that stretched outwards much like his did at the lab, bones cracking and reforming to allow more muscle mass to pile on, which in turn forced the lion to adjust his posture. Now he not only had this other man on top of him, but also growing to boot. It had his flagging dick jump back to erection as the sensation of additional feline bulk encompassing it sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through him.

Arms that looked liable to tear logs apart now gave him no doubt, those humongous horseshoe triceps the taller man sported alone were easily the size of an average person’s waist. That wasn’t to say anything about those biceps as even without flexing they matched the size of a car tire. Altogether, when tensed, they easily matched the magnitude of his torso, veins snaking along the heft as if to add to the display.

And then there was that ass, so thick with muscle before, but now a whole other beast entirely as those cheeks surged larger with every passing moment, the weight of both causing the bed to protest. And with his schlong still buried between them, he got to feel firsthand what it’d be like if he were to ever sleep with someone who was like him. It made his heart flutter.

Every part of Javid had been blessed with whatever the hell just happened, with him taking a moment to inspect himself and all the changes that took place. “I didn’t know you could do that.” A self-satisfied grin formed across his face.

“I didn’t either…” Tevor’s heavy breathing returned as his arousal did, eyeing his accidental handiwork. Just then something landed on his chest, a quick glance down revealing it to be the leonine’s own monstrous leviathan slapping against his sweaty chest. He froze. “You haven’t cum yet.”

“No, I haven’t.” Javid said with a smirk, pulling himself off from the pillar plugging him up and showing off his newfound gains for the first time, taking a second to get used to his width being so close to his height now. A mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes. “I know how we can solve that.”

That made Tevor gulp before curling his beefy legs into his swollen chest. “Well, unlike you, this is my first time, so you need to be gentle with me.”

A laugh rumbled in Javid’s throat. “You don’t have to worry about that. I know what I’m doing.”

***

A few weeks had passed since Brewster and Tevor had last met up, a lot happening in their lives since then. Both of their sex lives had evolved dramatically as their respective partners grew to work with the size they’d been bestowed with, leading to long nights of cardio that no party objected to. If they weren’t at work, they were busy working up a sweat.

And they learned all this from each other when they ran into one another at a bar in Gyrate, not expecting the other to be there. They opted to slink into a secluded part of the place as the thumping music made it difficult to hear otherwise.

“Dude, that sounds awesome!” Brewster just about slammed his mug of beer on the table. “You think you could let me have a go with Javid some time?”

“I think Javid might kill you.” In contrast with the canine, Tevor coolly downed the rest of his cocktail, his tail happily swishing behind him. “Don’t you have your hands full with Yu Ran to worry about someone else?”

Brewster snickered. “I mean, I guess. That dude’s a freak in the sheets.” He finished his mug and set it aside. “That whole ‘proper politician’ thing he’s been portraying himself as? That gets left behind when the doors close.”

“I wonder what kind of missions we’ll be sent on next then. Professional, or personal?” Leaning over the back of his chair – and hearing the groaning wood accompanying the act – Tevor noted how the other patrons in their section all appeared to be headed to the front where the rest of the party is, letting out a sigh of relief as the crowd in the back dwindled to just the two of them. That was apparently fortuitous with the prolonged eye contact he was getting. “You keep staring at me.”

Hearing that got Brewster flustered. “Well, it’s been a while, I thought—”

“You’re horny.” Tevor beamed a knowing look directly at Brewster.

“When am I not?”

That had Tevor propping up his head by his fingers as he let out a deep sigh, an acquiescing chuckle following. “Eh, what the hell. Why not?” His expression having turned impish, he jumped from his chair to the booth where the canine sat. “Come here!”

“Hey, hold on!” Brewster had half a second to drink the rest of his before getting pounced on, barely getting the empty glass back on the table as he got knocked to the faux-leather seating. Apprehension set in when he found himself underneath the other fireplug. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I guess Javid awoke something in me.” With that, Tevor gave the other man’s chest a long lick with his rough tongue, loosing any sweat and musk from that grey-coloured fur that had been trapped in there. His hands also joined in on the fun, groping those pecs to provide more to lash his tongue along, really digging his face in between those slabs.

His assault was relentless. He straddled Brewster’s body as he grinded his ample rear against the canine’s cock, his own sandwiched between their hardbodies. More and more he slurped through all that heady fur, wanting to bathe whatever muscled real estate he could reach, which had him moving to one side as he dug his nose into a beefy trap, the aroma enticing with its zest.

All the while he couldn’t stop his boner from smashing into the other man’s abs even if he wanted to. The friction from their impeccable physiques had both of them moaning as lust overtook them, with him in particular continuing to rub his rump around the canine’s lower half, feeling the squirming underneath him. The staccato breathing coming from the other shortstack proved how unexpected this was.

But that didn’t mean Brewster was only along for the ride. Once the shock of being manhandled first had died down, the cocky grin he usually wore came back in full force. Without warning, he grabbed at the other man’s sumptuous neck and pulled him in closer, really getting that nose deep into the crevices of his own. He didn’t even bother trying to stay decent as his meaty schlong attempted to fidget its way to freedom.

Those hands of his naturally found their way further down the feline’s hilly back, fondling whatever muscle group they came across as pleasure became the driving force of his actions. He bucked his hips against the other fireplug’s muscled glutes, feeling them tense as a response, which only made him grind his junk against them harder. That was all it took for his pole to free itself from its confines.

Of course, there was no way he could ignore those sweaty mounds of beef pressing into his own, which then became the focus of his hands as they descended down the other man’s lats. That elicited a moan when they reached their destination, gripping onto a chest he’d become intimately familiar with. His fingers couldn’t even leave a divot in the musculature!

And in the climax of their embrace, they shared one far more affectionate. With both of their liberated shafts mashing into one another, they could no longer hold back their emotions and pressed their lips together, their tongues forcing their way into each other’s mouths as they lewdly moaned. So much lascivious energy built up inside them that it poured into their actions, making them grasp the other like a lover. It felt like a long time coming.

And then Brewster’s eyes popped open. “Woah, what’s going on?” He gently nudged the feline off of him as his gaze dropped to his body.

Tevor gasped. “I-I don’t know, but I feel it too!” His heart beat rose as he too inspected himself.

Which is when his chest swelled out even further than it ever had before.

That knocked him on his ass, which also went through another growth spurt, thickening even more rock-solid heft that forced the rest of his trunk to match, his body widening like it was meant to get bigger. So much mass piled onto him that the seat couldn’t support him like it used to, the padding useless as he sank to the baseboard it was attached to, leather now touching wood. His cock throbbed the entire time it was going on.

And much of the same happened to Brewster, who kept flipping his gaze between the other growing beefcake and himself. His body was also undeniably billowing out broader, the beef stuffing his back actually forcing him closer to the table, which was getting pushed away by his burgeoning pectorals. No longer were they content with merely being in his vision, now they commanded nearly all the view he had looking down. Not to mention they kissed the underside of his muzzle while looking straight ahead.

Tevor, meanwhile, couldn’t help but notice the canine’s arms inflating in magnitude, much like his own, fully unable to lay by his sides, and the angle they rested at only grew as he did. Whereas his biceps were the size of his head before, now they would be offended by such a comparison as they muscled into the realm of the impossible, even putting Javid’s preposterous pair to shame. With visible split peaks that soared twice as high when flexed, he was slowly becoming someone not to mess with, even if that wasn’t what he wanted.

Sitting in the position he was in got difficult for Brewster as his legs bloated far larger than what would be achievable for any normal person, gradually leaving the domain of reality as they spread farther apart to accommodate the increasing bulk. Even with his frame restructuring to help carry a larger muscle load, there was still so much jammed under his pelt that he couldn’t press them together anymore. Walking would be interesting after this.

But then there was the one thing that caught both of their attentions right away – their throbbing pythons not wanting to get left behind. With every heartbeat they surged, the pleasure causing their pelvises to flex and force those monster hogs to slap against their gargantuan bodies, only getting girthier the more they shot up like a pair of fleshy weeds. They reached where they used to be, only to then keep going, sliding up the veritable valley formed by the planetoids of bulk fused to their chests, pushing all the way up until the sensitive heads came into view. But of course they weren’t complete without a set of cum tanks to complement them. With how huge they’d grown, their bodies demanded the testosterone to make the magic happen, forcing their balls to plump up alongside them and splay their over-muscled limbs even further.

Neither of them could believe what just happened, but judging by the ecstatic looks on their faces, neither of them cared. Instead, the glances they exchanged indicated how much they wanted to explore what their newfound physiques could do.

Clearly they needed to hang out more often.