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Lion About His Conditioner

By Danath

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Amore let out a loud grunt as he strained his knees, pushing his legs while his arms hung straight down. His large paws clenched the heavy metal pole as the even heavier weights on either end forced the strong bar to curve slightly. His quivering thighs fully straightened, and with another loud grunting roar he dropped the weights with a bang and stepped back.

“Whoo! Fuck yeah!"

Several of Amore's workout buddies slapped him on the back as another stepped up to try and match the big lion. The bull was a few inches shorter and a few dozen pounds lighter, and though he managed to get the bar to move, he couldn't lift it.

“Damn, Amore, you're just getting bigger every day, huh?"

“You know it!" Amore said, grinning as he flexed his arms, curling his biceps to show off the big guns.

The loud voices rang out as the group kept going, shouting encouragement, grunting, roar, and banging around the free weights. Heavy discs and barbells lay scattered where they were dropped on the padded floor as the group of males flexed, posed, and worked out in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors lining one of the walls.

For an hour or so, the other gym patrons suffered and none dared enter the free weights room. Amore was well-known among the regular gymgoers as loud, obnoxious, and unhelpful. Though he never directly bullied anyone, the glares and stares if anyone he didn't approve of did try to intrude into his territory while he worked out were more than enough to scare people off.

“Fuckin' great workout, boys," Amore said, clapping a huge salt-and-pepper wolf on the back. “Keep it up and you'll be my size eventually! Well, maybe… ha ha ha!"

As the group headed for the locker rooms amidst a general bout of post-workout horseplay, a tall, toned otter with a solid coat of dark brown fur from the round ears on top of his long, broad skull to the tip of his thick tail. He wore a tank top that hung loosely off his shoulders and draped over his flat, smooth chest and stomach. Though not bulky, his muscles were tense and fibrous. A name tag pinned to his tank top had his name: Franklin. His blue shorts, also featuring the gym's logo on one thigh, hinted at the curviness of his rump and thickness of his thighs beneath his tail, though the waistband had a snap in the back for his tail to keep them pulled up.

The otter surveyed the mess left behind in the free weights room. Dozens of discs were spread around multiple bars, while the bars themselves were fully loaded and almost maxed out. Barbells were carried across the room and left behind, while the small table near the entrance with towels and flyers was laying on its side, the contents scattered. Franklin's muzzle closed, lips forming a thin seam as his jaw tightened. The tip of his tail swished around as he considered his options of how to handle the situation. Amore was the ringleader - the other large males would pick up after themselves when the lion wasn't there. Cleaning all this up himself would take to the end of his shift and mean he wouldn't be able to take care of the other guests, nor would anyone else be able to fully enjoy the room until he was done.

The otter's eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze towards the painted door to the locker room. He looked at the large “M" for a moment, then at the logo for the gym underneath - a large “A" with claw marks cutting across it, and the full name, “Atari's Gym," underneath. His muzzle loosened into a smile as he realized that Atari's Gym did, in fact, have a solution for this particular problem. It was part of the membership contract, after all…

Later, when Amore left the locker room dressed in his street clothes - jeans and a t-shirt that was a size too small to show off his pecs and abs - he found Franklin waiting for him.

“Mane Appeal Shampoo?" Amore asked as he took the bottle from a smiling Franklin. “From SynTech? What's this for?"

“Compliments of the gym! SynTech chose us for a product trial run for this shampoo designed specially for longer manes, so we're extending the opportunity to our be-maned clients," the otter said, not a hint of guile on his earnest face. “In fact, they kind of sent us a lot, so you can have extra bottles if you like! There's conditioner and a post-shower moisturizer for your fur as well."

Amore stared down at the collection of large black bottles in his arms with a bemused look. He only cared about muscles, and usually he kept his mane pulled back and tied up in a top-knot sort of style, though it was rough and frizzy and clearly amateurish, but it worked at keeping his hair out of his eyes and muzzle while he was working out. Maybe using some real products for once instead of the cheap dollar store shampoo would do something better for his fur, he thought, and after all, he was starting to plateau in terms of growing bigger, so maybe the time was now to focus on other aspects of his appearance.

“Uh, thanks," he said. “I'll let you know how it goes."

“Great!"

Amore stuffed the various bottles into his bag. They were all black, but the white lettering on the front and back had different information and instructions. He showered at the gym before he left, so he didn't end up trying out the products until the next morning when he took a shower before he left for his job at a nearby bank.

There were four products in all: shampoo, conditioner, a moisturizer, and a styling cream made especially for manes, according to the label. All four came in large bottles with pumps, which was handy considering he had a lot of fur to shampoo. The scent wasn't bad, either - slightly woody and musky, but not overwhelming. There was a hint of floral that Amore normally would have avoided, but as steam filled the shower and he massaged the shampoo into his pelt, he found the aroma pleasing despite that.

The shampoo was vastly superior to his cheap generic brand shampoo. Sometimes he had to use a quarter of a bottle to get a good all-over foam, but here, just a couple of pumps from the Mane Appeal coated every inch of his thick pelt. His fingers left furrows across his pecs and abs as he rubbed the shampoo deep down towards the skin. The warm water across his rippling, powerful shoulders felt good after yesterday's workout, and as he soaped up his thighs and crotch, he let out a grunt when his half-hard morning wood pushed free of his plump sheath. His paw pads felt incredible, like pure silk bed sheets lighter than air drawing across his growing arousal, thanks to the sudsy layer of soap provided by the shampoo. His lips pulled back in a moaning snarl when his other paw soaped up his heavy balls until bubbles dripped down into the flow of water between his feet.

The muscular lion saved his mane for last, but he was surprised at how easily the shampoo worked deep towards his scalp, lifting and cleaning every strand. He used his claws to comb the long mane, but instead of wincing at the inevitable knots and tangles, he found the strands cleaning spreading amongst his fingers. He closed his eyes as his thick pink arousal lifted, growing fatter and larger until the tip bobbed near his taut belly button. Soapy shampoo suds dripped from every inch of his muscular body as he tensed his thighs. His eyes closed and his muzzle squeezed shut while his fingers massaged his scalp, working the suds in all the way as his flaring nostrils filled with the musky, woodsy floral scent. His cock jerked, bouncing off his hard abdominals, before he tipped back his head and let the shower spray across his mane and muzzle, rinsing away the shampoo in a blast of hot water.

Amore's paws pressed into his pecs, cupping and groping his powerful muscles, before flattening over his abs. He spread his fingers as soapy water rushed down his thick white chest and belly fur before dripping down his thighs and from his heavy, full balls. The lion's lips parted slightly, allowing a gasp of steam to rush from his muzzle, as his fingers wrapped around the base of his heavy cock, now fully erect and urgent. His backside clenched as he turned around, putting his head direction under the shower. Looking down, he moaned as he drew his paw pads back and forth across his fat pink cock, shuddering each time he pulled back on his sheath. The tip drooled and he grunted as the water soaked through his mane, rinsing out the last of the shampoo there.

Leaning back, he let the water hit his chest, blasting away the bubbles as the high pressure waterhead got down to the skin. His eyes closed and his muzzle opened as water poured down his face. The weight of his sopping wet mane didn't bother him as he used both paws to pump his cock, huffing and puffing the scent of the shampoo as he thrust into his fingers. The veins on his maleness pulsed as he let out another loud moan and came. He tightened his grip, clenching around the middle and base with his fingers, as ropes of cum splattered forwards, painting the wall and dripping down over the handles for the hot and cold water. He kept cumming, grunting, shivering with pleasure as the hot water poured down his coat. It felt really, really, really good… Amore groaned as he leaned forward and braced himself with an arm, letting the water rinse his back as he kept pumping with his other. He felt so, so good, so warm and cozy and eager… his tongue lolled out as he fired the last few splurts and then gave himself a shake.

Damn. Maybe shampoos really were worth splurging on, he thought, as he rinsed his paws and then reached for the conditioner.

The scent was similar to the shampoo, but spicier and fresher, like an evergreen forest instead of deciduous woods. It layered on top of the first smell, neatly working its way through his fur as he rubbed the conditioner into his mane, arms, and torso. The conditioner soaked in slowly and required him to thoroughly massage it down to the base of his pelt, but he didn't mind. The water felt great and by the time he was done coating his shoulders and belly, his cock was almost fully erect again. That wasn't too unusual for the lion, but as his throbbing hardon bounced off his lower belly, he was surprised at how leaky he was. Despite the constant run of water across his chest and belly, his cock was visibly pulsing and leaking even when he wasn't squeezing and stroking and teasing himself.

“Mmhfffhh… fuuuuck," he groaned. “Fuck, I gotta get to work soon…"

He tried to ignore his aching arousal, but by the time he finished rubbing the conditioner down both of his legs, he couldn't help himself. His slick paw pads wrapped once more around his erection and, within a few short pumps, an overwhelming orgasm made his knees tremble, on the point of buckling, as he re-painted the tap handles with a second coat of lion jizz.

“Holy… fuuuuuuuuck… oh, shit… fuuuuuck!"

Rich, thick splurts of seed pumped furiously from Amore's cock. He almost whimpered as his fat dick lurched in his paws. The normally light pink flesh darkened to a furious blushing red as the veins squeezed against his paw pads, delivering an intense and huge load that surprised him even in the heat of the moment, considering how much he came just a few minutes prior.

“Hahaaa… damn… what's gotten into me, huh?" he asked, gasping as the hot water streamed down his chest and arms, rinsing the excess conditioner from his mane and fur.

He panted, gasping as he rinsed himself out, before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. The floor drain gurgled as his fur dripped. He reached out and flipped the switch next to the lights, which turned on the overhead high-velocity drying fans. A pair faced him and rotated up and down to get his torso and legs, while he used a hose to dry the fur around his paws, under his arms, and to blow out his mane.

Once finished, he hit the switch again, and the vents folded back up out of the way, while the hose retracted as well. He grinned at himself in the mirror, admiring the glossy sheen his gleaming gold coat now displayed, while his light brown mane shone in a cascade of subtle differences in shade he hadn't noticed before, adding texture and weight to his formerly flat appearance.

He purred as he rubbed the moisturizer into his fur and mane. It was light and puffy, like it had been whipped or aerated, and it didn't leave his fur feeling damp or oily. The scent it added was slightly different than the other two, but also layered neatly in with them, and Amore's eyes widened as the subtle hints of mint and eucalyptus joined the woodsy scents of before, amplifying the effects of the musky undertones.

The lion's sheath bulged, then the fat pink erection flopped out across the countertop and sink in front of him. His fingers clenched into his pecs where he was rubbing the moisturizer as a pulse of thick pre-cum splattered across the bowl of the sink.

“Nnnffff… fuuuuck, I am really revved up today, huh? Fuck… well… shit, I can be a few minutes late…"

Breathing hard, Amore struggled to apply the moisturizer to the rest of his body, especially his mane, which felt lighter and fluffier and silkier in his paws than he could ever remember before. As he used his fingers and claws to comb the moisturizer through, his cock grew thicker, fuller, hardening rapidly until it was bouncing off the edge of the sink thanks to the bulging of his urethra. The tip drooled constantly, creating a steady trickle of pre-cum down the drain of the sink, as his heavy balls squeezed into the side of the cabinet under the sink, sandwiched by his muscular, wide thighs. The lion's breathing quickened as he pushed the moisturizer through his pelt, working it deep until it soaked in completely. His pecs twitched and his biceps tensed as he shuddered. The scent was really good… really, really good…

His eyes half-lidded as he stared at himself in the mirror, watching his muscular pecs rising and falling as his paws massaged the moisturizer into his abdomen, then slid down to work around his heavy balls and stretched sheath. His trembling, twitching cock drizzled even more pre-cum, which rolled down the urethra in large, plump blobs that mostly fell into the bowl of the sink.

Until his paws wrapped around the base and stroked upwards. A rich, rope-like splatter erupted, leaving dribbles down the mirror and the tiles on the wall beneath.

“Fuck! Unnnhhfffff… oh, fuck, yes… hnnffff!"

Amore closed his eyes fully as he hiked his tail, leaned forward, and desperately stroked his cock with both paws. His thighs kneaded forward, squeezing against his heavy balls as more pre-cum pumped from his tip, drenching his paws, thighs, and the sink. The drain gurgled as he pumped, humping and thrusting as much as his arms moved, until his lips pulled back and the big cat's sharp white fangs emerged.

“Nnnyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!" he cried, his voice pitching uncharacteristically high.

His tail lashed back and forth behind him as his fat cock released a flood of pungent lion cum that filled the sink faster than it could drain. His paws pumped as the tip angled down and dove into the pool before releasing another blast so powerful it created an eruption that flooded over the sides of the bowl and counter. Another blast, then another, as the lion's backside swiveled and arched, pumping and pushing back as his lips parted, tongue out.

“Haaaahhhhh… wow, that was fuckin'... just fuckin'... fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his voice back to normal as he felt his balls draining for the third time. “I'm gonna be so fuckin' late… but totally worth it."

Amore's eyes flicked over the cum-flooded counter. There was a slight lip that prevented some of his seed from drizzling onto the floor below, and as the sink's gurgling drain caught up with the immense load, the spillage decreased. His gaze stopped on the final product, the flagship of the line: the Mane Appeal Styling Cream by SynTech.

He needed only a few pumps to style his mane, though it was a clumsy attempt. After all, he spent most of his time wearing a hat or tying up his mane behind his head out of the way. Letting it hang loose, framing his face and bushing outwards, made him look even bigger in the mirror, and he kind of liked it, even though it covered some of his muscular chest. Still, the styling cream worked, leaving his mane wave, frizz-free, and mostly in place as long as he wasn't in any heavy winds. It was a world different than what he was used to.

As he rinsed his paws, he glanced at his package, now sleeping sound in his sheath. At least he didn't have to suddenly and urgently jack off a fourth time this morning.

He dressed quickly and headed for work. With his mane fully transformed from ratty and stringy to proud and bushy, his entire silhouette changed. He cut an imposing figure with his broad chest and shoulders, huge arms, and wide hips, all done up with a professional suit in a dark shade that contrasted with the light gold of his pelt and tan mane.

Some of his coworkers didn't even recognize him at first, and he felt a flush of embarrassed pleasure whenever he caught them staring at him or whispering about him. He even got a few compliments from customers throughout the day, especially a large, mature buck even taller and beefier than he was who mentioned how good the lion's scent was at least half a dozen times while they went through paperwork for a loan.

Later that day, at the gym, though he had his mane pulled back, it was only in a loose sort of pony tail rather than a tightly-knotted bun. His workout partners, especially the salt-and-pepper wolf and the red bull, complimented him several times on the shine of his fur and mane throughout the session, though Amore found his mood somewhat out of shape when he found himself unable to lift the same upper limit as he had the last time. The bar remained unmoving, stacked with an incredible amount of weight, as his straining thighs refused to budge. He heard someone whispering behind him about a “fluke" and let out a growl as he struggled to lift the bar.

“Rrrrrrrffuuuuck!" he roared, but no matter what, he couldn't budge it, and gave up a minute later panting and gasping for breath.

“Just not the day, dude, don't worry about it," the wolf said, patting his shoulder. “Still set a record, right?"

“Yeah, for sure," the bull added, nodding enthusiastically. He was close too, close enough that his chest almost touched the lion's arm. “Maybe take it easy and rest up for another try tomorrow, dude."

“Y-yeah, maybe you're right," Amore said, panting hard. Maybe he did need a break to give his body a chance to recuperate. “Alright, well… maybe I'll call it here for today then."

“Yeah, no sweat, dude! We'll see you later!"

“Later, Amore!"

The lion headed for the lockers. He noticed other gym patrons staring at his buff, muscular body more than usual as he showered. It was probably the scent of the SynTech shampoo and conditioner. Since the staff member the other day gave him extra bottles, he brought some back in his bag to use when he showered at the gym.

Unfortunately, his erection decided to return as he was sudsing up his mane. He quickly turned to face the wall, keeping his broad backside and tense glutes facing the entrance. There were half a dozen showerheads spaced around the square shower room, and though there was always at least one other person in or out, he hoped he wasn't noticed as he popped a very eager stiffy covered in soapy shampoo suds. His breathing quickened until he was huffing and panting while trying not to shudder or shake too much. He had to spread his legs a bit for balance as a surge of pleasure washed through him. The soapy strands of his mane clung to his body as he rubbed and pushed his fingers through to the skin below.

Being in the locker room, he knew he wasn't supposed to jack off, so he did his best to hold back as he rinsed out the shampoo and started on the conditioner. His meat bounced off his belly, flopping back and up each time his erection jerked, which was every few seconds by the time he was halfway done. Amore didn't dare lean over to do his legs - he was sure his cock was going to explode if anything rubbed against it at this point. Biting his lip, he instead reached back and worked the conditioner into his lower back and then his rump cheeks.

A shock sensation rattled up Amore's spine. It was unfamiliar, but definitely not unpleasant, so he didn't stop his fingers from squeezing and digging into his tense glutes for a few seconds until his cock released a splatter of pre-cum that hit the tiles in front of his chest. His eyes snapped open and his paws stopped. He waited a beat, then squeezed hard.

Biting his lip, he managed not to let the high-pitched groan of lust that welled up inside his chest, but he couldn't stop his cock from firing off against the wall. The orgasm hit him so hard he stumbled forward, both paws bracing against the wall as his hips trembled. It took all his willpower not to thrust too obviously as the shower quickly rinsed away the fountains of cum pouring from his aching cock. He squirmed, moaning under his breath, as the hot steam carried the scents of the shampoo and condition to his nostrils.

“Fuuuuuuck," he whispered, half groaning it out as he felt another load of seed firing from his aching tip. “Oh, shit… fuuuuuck… fuck!"

His ass kept clenching, and every time he tried to finish getting the conditioner in, his cock would jerk and lurch and flex like crazy. It felt so good, but he didn't dare make any more of a scene - he was already drawing none-too-subtle glances from a few nearby gym patrons, especially the bulky polar bear in the corner obviously staring at him while stroking a massive black-skinned erection so big it put Amore's to shame.

The lion closed his eyes, rinsed as fast as he could, and booked it out of the showers. His half-hard cock flopped around wildly as he went through the dryer station, then made for his lockers before the bear could catch up with him. He wasn't gay, after all. He wasn't into males that way, even if his cock was twitching at the memory of the bear's open, lewd stare at him.

Amore ran a brush through his mane quickly after he pulled on his t-shirt. Though he bought them a size too small, it felt a touch less snug today. Amore resolved to work out even harder after his short recovery period so as to hit and break the record he set. As his half-hard cock rubbed against the inside of his jeans, though, his thoughts went to the moisturizer bottle, and he undressed in a hurry. He couldn't forget to add it, could he? It really completed the scent trifecta along with the shampoo and conditioner.

With a sigh, the lion's fingers spread the light, fragrant fur and mane moisturizer across his body, quickly working it in until it was fully absorbed. The fragrant mint and eucalyptus scent filled the air and he closed his eyes as he worked his fingers across his chest and belly, then his thighs and sheath and balls, before working another pump from the bottle into his lower back and rump.

Amore's eyes remained closed, but his eyebrows shifted and lifted as he squeezed and groped and rubbed his thick hips and ass cheeks. His tail lifted, forming a shepherd's crook above his clenching paws as he made sure the moisturizer was very well absorbed. It felt so, so good to have his paws grinding away at his dense, muscular glutes…

So distracted was the lion that he didn't notice the enormous erection he sprouted because of all the pleasurable sensations. Nor did he notice the crowd of four or five beefy, muscular males all watching and grinning and nudging each other as they stared at the lion's ass.

Amore was mortified. His heart pounded as he struggled into his shirt, then pulled on his jeans. He pulled his cock to the side, letting it ride over his hip, and hoped his shirt was long enough to obscure the bulge. He packed his bag with the pump bottles and his clothes, then turned and pushed through the crowd. He shuddered as fingers pinched at his sides and a few palms spread over his chest and belly. One very inquisitive hand wrapped around his bulge and gave a squeeze that felt so good an immediate wet spot formed at the tip with enough force for the drizzle to soak all the way through and fall to the cement floor around their feet.

“What's up, baby, you wanna play?"

“C'mon, cutie, let's have some fun."

“Don't go yet, sugar, you're too sweet, huh?"

“Yeah, you got such a big ol' hardon, bet you need that taken care of, don't you?"

The lewd comments made Amore's heart race faster. His cock jerked, lurching in his jeans, as the drizzle turned into a torrent.

“Uh… no, no thanks, I'm not… I mean… I have to… ugnnffff… I have to-" Amore gasped, grunting as he tried to push through the groping paws.

“What's the rush? Spend a little time with us, cutie."

“Big fat ass like this shouldn't be wasted on shrimps with little dicks, you know?"

A hand wrapped around Amore's left ass cheek. His muzzle opened in a high moan as the fingers dug in, clenching tight and hard, much more firmly than he'd done to himself while working in the moisturizer earlier.

“Fuck yeah, get a load of this ass, boys."

“Damn, that's a booty."

More paws, more groping, and Amore finally managed to free himself and flop forward in front of the exit, head down and ass up. Embarrassed beyond measure, the red-faced lion was glad of his large mane as he bolted from the gym - it helped hide his face, if not his throbbing, dripping erection.

Fortunately, he didn't live far away, and other than a few stares from other people taking shortcuts through alleys, he arrived home without incident.

Fuck, he thought, as he threw himself onto his bed. What the fuck had that been about? Sure, other males approached him once in a while - after all, he was a stud, who wouldn't want to get with him? - but not a group like that. And he was almost certain he'd seen the wolf with a girlfriend the other day - no way that wolf was into dudes usually.

His nostrils twitched as he inhaled the scent coming from his own light, fluffy fur and mane, and he realized his paws were absent-mindedly stroking the enormous bulge in his jeans. Without hesitation, he undid the buttons on the fly, peeled back the fabric, and dragged his dripping dick from the drenched prison within. He gasped and moaned and shuddered, humping his hips into his paws, as he closed his eyes. He tried not to imagine all those large, burly males crowding him, groping him, pawing at his thick rump or pulling on his hard cock. He tried not to, but it was the only thing he could think of as he stroked harder, faster, until he came so hard he nearly hit the ceiling.

Amore took a week off before returning to the gym. He enjoyed the convalescence period - he could feel his body recovering and regaining stamina, though he wasn't sure if it was showing as much as he would have liked. He still weighed the same, but he felt like when he was wet, the way the fur plastered to his skin made him look nearly skinny under all the wet hair and pelt. The scales didn't lie, though, and every day - sometimes twice - he made sure to shower with the shampoo and conditioner followed up by the moisturizer and styling foam.

When he did finally walk into the gym, his group of workout buddies hardly recognized him once again, though they immediately welcomed him back with open arms. The wolf, especially, hovered close by, constantly sniffing and smelling at him, while the bull's eyes maintained a beady, steady stair that sent a churn through Amore's belly every time he looked over at the furrowed brow.

He wasn't even close to lifting his record. He wasn't even getting within a hundred pounds of it. Amore kept pulling weights off, trying to find his limit. Had a week off really reduced him by this much? He panted and gasped and moaned, struggling to lift the bar. His face burned as he heard whispers from the guys behind him, along with a few deep chuckles. The wolf tried to offer him advice and encouragement and even moved in close - very close - to guide Amore's hips with his hands. The lion's sheath bulged at the contact and he let out a cute little moan as the wolf's hips bumped against his backside.

“Woops, yup, okay, right there… heh heh… you got it, Amore… perfect," the wolf said, after bumping against him a few more times.

Amore's flush grew deeper. He could feel the wolf's semi-hard dick and even the beginnings of the knot grinding up against his ass, but instead of avoiding the contact, he couldn't help but push back as his straining arms tried to lift the bar in front of him.

“Yeah, just like that," the wolf moaned as the lion's hips slowly twerked against his crotch. “Fuuuuuuck, yeah, dude…"

“Nah, nah, you're doin' it all wrong!" the bull said, his bass voice reverberating through the room as he charged forward and pushed the wolf out of the way. “Like this!"

Amore felt huge biceps wrap around his neck. Large hands stroked down his arms to the bar and wrapped around his own. A beefy set of sweaty pecs pressed into the back of his head, smothering his mane, while a massive bulge squeezed purposefully between the cleft of his plump and juicy rump cheeks. The arms pulled upwards, forcing the bar off the floor.

“And then straighten up!" the bull growled, hips thrusting forward.

Amore's whole body twitched as his erection tented outwards in his gym shorts, painfully hard and obvious, which led to more deep chuckles from the guys behind watching as the bull teased him.

“Damn, you smell real fuckin' good, dude," the bull whispered. “Alright, just like that!"

The bar clanged to the ground, and then the bull's hands wrapped around Amore's hips for a moment. They tugged the lion back, grinding his cheeks into the bull's bulge for a breathtaking moment before disengaging.

“Thanks for the help, but, uh, I gotta use the restroom," Amore gasped.

As he tried to adjust himself somewhat discreetly, he brushed past the bull on the way to the locker room. The large red hand swung through the air and landed with a smack on his right cheek, making him jump and yelp in a high voice. Loud laughter echoed through the free weight room as the lion scurried off followed by whispers about “cute twink," “hot lion," “nice ass," and other lewd comments that his group used to direct towards anyone else that came into the room during their workout time. Hearing them aimed at himself was… thrilling. He was dripping hard by the time he got into the locker room.

He couldn't stay hard like this. He had to take care of it. Heading for a bathroom stall, he closed and latched the door behind him, then furiously jerked his cock with the tip aimed towards the bowl. But no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't cum. Frowning, he kneaded his fat dick, stroked his turgid length, two-handed the long, erect maleness, but other than pre-cum, he couldn't get over the hump, so to speak. Thinking about the bull's fat bulge grinding against his ass helped, surprisingly, but still wasn't enough to push him over the edge.

“Fuck… c'mon, c'mon," he whispered, closing his eyes as he beat his meat with growing urgency.

“Ha ha! Hey, guys, I found 'im!"

Amore froze, cock in paw, and looked over his shoulder at the bull peering over the divider down at him. The lock didn't stand a chance against the huge bull, who broke it open with a single tug. The enormous, sweaty, muscular bull was naked, and the red theme continued with his large, half-erect cock. The flared tip and medial ridge sent butterflies through Amore's stomach as the lion stared, speechless, at the invading male.

The massive red meat stroked up the lion's spine and the bull's hands dug into his mane. The lion braced both arms on the wall above the toilet as a flood of pleasure made his mind melt. The bull's fingers got good grips on the lion's mane, pulling it back behind him in a pair of ponytails that he used to force the smaller feline to curl his back and squirm his hips.

“Fuck, he's nothing but fur," the bull grunted. “Feels fucking amazing… fuuuuuck…"

Amore's whole body shivered as he felt the drizzle of warm bull pre-cum soaking into his lower back. His hips hiked up, tail twitching and sliding across the bigger male's pecs, as his own cock jerked, flooding the toilet with pre-cum. The massive length of the bull's girthy erection dragged downwards, pulling back, until the tip flopped under his tail and then lifted, jerking up, pointing right inside as even more warm, musky pre lubed him up. Fingers wrapped around Amore's hips and sides, clenching and squeezing, holding him in place as the bull's plump pecs pressed against the back of his head.

“Yer gonna be one stuffed kitty," the bull grunted as he shoved forward. “Mmmffff… fuck, yes! Clench that ass, you slutty little bitch! We'll show you how big lifters operate!"

Amore's belly bulged outwards. His shoulders flopped back, curling over the bull's chest, as his legs lifted, bending at the knees, while his paws pressed into his stomach. He tipped back his head as his cock jerked, shooting ropes of pre across his chest, as the massive dick forced him open. Pleasure he didn't know was possible shot through him as the bull's hands tugged on his mane and pelt, seizing him and dragging him down hard, fast, eagerly filling the tight, wriggling feline ass. The bull's musky sweat tantalized the big cat, who's bulging stomach filled rapidly with the most pleasurable warmth he could imagine.

“H-harder!" he cried out, unable to hold back.

“Listen to this bitch… doesn't even wanna wait for me to finish up foreplay," the bull grunted. A huge hand stretched around Amore's neck, flattening the mane and furry ruffs around his shoulders, revealing just how small and tiny the lion really was. “But okay, slut, you want it harder?"

Loud, wet noises proceeded to echo from the stall as the rest of the group crowded around the entrance, watching with glee as the bull's fingers clenched around the lion's neck and hips, keeping him moving constantly up and down the enormous bovine erection. The lion squeaked, gasped, or clenched every time the huge medial ridge ground inside his body, and when the bull hilted, his legs stuck straight out and his shoulders writhed against the bull's pecs.

“Fuck, he's tight… glad I got to ruin you first, ya little slut."

“Leave some for the rest of us!"

“Don't break him too quick!"

The lion's belly sloshed half a beat behind the rest of him. His cock sprayed a steady stream of pre-cum as he hovered not only on the brink of orgasm but the brink of a complete meltdown as overwhelming orgasmic lust surged through his body. His ass clenched as opened his throat.

“NNnnyyyyaaaaahhhhh! Harder, daddy!"

“Ha ha ha! Listen to this whore!"

“Fuckin' give it to 'im!"

“Think I'll fit in his muzzle?"

A dozen or so feet away, the otter employee watched as the transformed, shrunken lion was handed around between his former workout partners and used as a sleeve for each in turn, sometimes two at once or even three once they found out that they could indeed fit into his tight, swallowing muzzle. The otter waited, grinning and wiggling, until the half-dozen burly, buff males were finished using the lion, who was left slumped, partially sitting, on the floor of the stall cradling his cum-swollen gut. His soaked fur plastered to his skin, revealing his true skinny size.

Franklin the otter walked over and grinned down at the lion, showing off all his teeth.

“Hello, sir, have you been enjoying your membership at Atari's Gym? The free SynTech products? Are you available for a quick interview about the quality of them?"

“Guhh… hmmm… hic!" Amore said, grinning in a daze of lust and jizz.

“Excellent! The interview will start immediately and the owner himself will conduct it. He's very excited to meet you," the otter said, smirking, as a large figure blotted out the light behind the otter.

The enormous tiger made the other members of Amore's workout group look tiny. The lion's cock jerked to full arousal in seconds as he stared, muzzle open with shock at the sheer size of the white tiger standing in front of him.

The otter grinned and patted the side of the tiger's massive sheath, which was as thick around as the otter's own hips.

“We'll ask the first question after you've taken every foot of this. Sound good?"

Amore's plump, bubbly lips parted as his long fur dripped with seed. An eager, greedy look flashed in his eyes, as the lust he once held in his heart for growing his muscles was consumed and replaced entirely by an altogether different set of priorities, the first of which was to see just what the white tiger was packing…

The End