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Fog swirled around Andross' mind as he came to, the overbearing weight of sleep keeping him from hopping out of bed. A low groan rumbled in his chest. It was one of those sleeps where he couldn't remember what year it was without getting up to check, let alone what day, and truth be told he didn't particularly feel like finding out at the moment. The call of the satin bed sheets was too strong to conquer, the bed far too soft to want to move from.

Too soft to be his bed. Immediately his mind turned as the thought pierced through it, his fingers gently grazing the fabric confirming his suspicions. What was going on here?

Groggily he pushed himself upright, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he yawned. Slowly his vision returned.

And it showed him a place that wasn't his.

Confusion washed over him as he gazed around the room, unable to place any of the various pieces of furniture as something belonging to him. Where he slept appeared to be a bedroom of an apartment, but where? And who's? Did he meet up with someone he knew and was invited over? So many questions danced through his head.

His first instinct was to investigate. Surely he'd be able to figure out at least a couple clues by wandering around and looking at stuff, but what he found wasn't ringing any bells. He only kept asking himself more and more questions.

What did he do last night? What did he say to get him in this situation?

And where the hell was he?

***

At last, the Great Fox. Bill Grey had been waiting for the day he got to call it home.

Due to Fox's increasing time away, he'd been called in to help Team Star Fox, which he was more than thrilled to accept. The other members of the team were eager to have him aboard, even if Falco mumbled something about not needing anyone else initially. There were easily a number of reasons why he was picked, like his incredible flying prowess for starters, of which the titanic vulpine had bore witness to on multiple occasions, but it didn't hurt being the hulk's friend for many years.

And finally after years of diligent work he got the opportunity of a lifetime. Walking through the various hallways of the ship wouldn't seem all that interesting to the average person, but for him it was a dream come true.

“So, how long will you be staying?"

The question took Bill aback, knocking him out of his thoughts completely. “I'm not sure what you mean."

“I mean," Falco glanced down at him as they walked, “how long has Fox asked you to be here?"

“Indefinitely?" Bill could only scoff at the bird. “What kind of question is that?"

“Well, Fox will be back at some point, so it makes sense that you'd be here temporarily."

And then the pieces fell into place. “Oh, I get it. You feel threatened by me being here." Bill nudged the avian in the ribs.

Falco immediately assumed an aggressive stance, eyes narrowed, fists clenched. “What? No I'm not!"

“Admit it. You know how good a pilot I am and thought you were getting replaced." The reality of why he was there should've been obvious to everyone involved, but Bill had no qualms poking fun at the bird in the meantime.

“Fox would never." Falco glowered.

“Exactly." Bill laughed off the avian's ridiculous envy. “He knows I'm a good fit for the team and brought me on board for a reason."

Falco dismissed him with a wave of his feathery hand. “Well, I suppose as long as you don't get in my way then things will turn out alright."

“Really? You two are fighting?" The pair had walked into the control deck where Slippy had been hard at work, closing a maintenance hatch he'd been working on since lunch time before putting his tools back in their box.

“I wouldn't really call it that." Bill flashed a smirk at the avian. “If we are, it's been one-sided." Just then reality rippled across the ship, its fabric changing unbeknownst to its occupants. With his gaze tilted upwards, he didn't notice how his body had slightly bloated out, the material of his flight suit unafraid of showing off the meagre amount of bulk it took on, his appearance more athletic than when he first stepped on the ship. To him, however, that's how he'd always looked. Everyone knew that.

“Just reminding him of the pecking order, that's all." Falco crossed his gradually swelling arms across an equally swelling chest, the presence of any musculature at all foreign to a form as lanky as his, but not one person raised any objections to it being there.

Slippy's situation was the same, except his body already had more heft to it. His just accentuated the size he'd naturally accrued, tightening up his midsection while thickening his limbs. He certainly looked more the part of the Great Fox's mechanic now. “He's saved your skin before."

“That was one time!" Falco bellowed.

“Twice, actually." Bill's cheeky demeanour didn't let up.

“Eh, who's counting?"

“Come on, Falco, you should be nicer to him. We're a team, remember? You acknowledged that when he joined weeks ago." The opposite edges of Slippy's jacket grew further apart by centimetres at a time as the seconds ticked on.

Bill could only laugh at the avian's cocky disposition; some things just never changed. “You should listen to Froggy. He knows what he's talking about." His Arwing caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, ambling over to it with pride. He'd won many battles in the thing, both before and after joining the team, so he wasn't fazed by those words in the slightest. “Besides, even you can admit we work well together. No one's taken us down yet." His shirt subtly shifted as his chest puffed up.

Falco grumbled, but ultimately acquiesced. “Alright, you got a point." Those orange pants of his gladly displayed the muscle mass he'd always had. A bird like him obviously had impressive thighs, ones that all but required him to be wearing shorts if he wanted some space. But wearing his flying outfit? The fabric contoured around every muscly curve.

“Saves me having to repair your ship every time we come back from combat." The toolbox Slippy lugged around no longer gave him trouble. His arms continued blimping out as reality corrected itself, biceps visible through the fabric of his jacket. “Maybe if you didn't show off so much you wouldn't get in so much trouble to begin with."

“Ah, live a little, Slip. It's fun to hotdog a bit during a mission," Falco jeered. “Maybe it'll give you an excuse when you get caught."

That instantly put a grimace on Slippy's face. “Hey!"

“Just saying it happens to you more than me." Falco turned to face Slippy, a smug grin plastered across his beak.

“At least I stay on task." Slippy didn't let the quip slide, muscling into the avian's personal space.

“Okay guys," Bill jumped in between the two other pilots, shoving them away from one another, “take a deep breath and calm down. I know you guys like to bicker about who's the better pilot – especially Falco – but in the month I've been here, you both have been doing just fine."

Slippy grunted. “Can't believe it's been that long already."

“Yeah, feels like I started complaining about you joining yesterday." Falco rubbed the back of his thickening neck, his traps evident as the collar of his shirt stretched around them.

“Guess that means everyone's been having too much fun to notice." Bill's expansion progressed, with his burly back billowing out his flight jacket. The individual peaks he'd always possessed began to show through the material, pushing outward to make themselves known to the world, not wanting to slow down for anything. He was starting to look like twice the dog he was mere moments ago.

Slippy faced a similar position, only his width was more pronounced. The swelling frame of the amphibian led to the outset of a pair of discernable lats, small for now, but able to be seen. “Well, Falco can say whatever he wants, I'm happy you're here." The bottom of his shirt began to ride up his broad trunk.

“Ugh, this always drives me nuts."

Bill's floppy ears swiveled in Falco's direction. “What's up with you?"

“This getup." Falco tugged at the collars of both tops he wore, as well as where his sleeves met his armpits. “It's like no matter how much I mention that I don't fit into standard flight attire, I just get ignored." The ballooning of his arms exacerbated the problem the more they grew, every movement either flexing a bicep or tricep that couldn't be contained comfortably. “Clearly no one paid attention to how loose my civilian clothes are."

“Don't go thinking it's any better for the rest of us." Slippy emphasized his point by gripping an edge of his jacket with each hand and tugging them together, failing to make it past a barrel chest that effortlessly bulged out his shirt. “I've never been able to close this thing. How do you think I feel?" His lack of height made his growth all the more apparent, his body widening to accommodate all the bulk.

“Could be worse. I can put up with tight clothing so long as my Arwing is comfortable." Being able to view his chest in his peripheral vision didn't even faze Bill seeing as that's what he was used to every day. The same was said for a rear that filled the seat of his pants, his tail resting upon his embiggening glutes. “We can always just say something to Fox when he gets back. He's got enough pull to make stuff happen."

***

Hands held behind his back, Andrew Oikonny stood looking out the main window of Team Star Wolf's pirate hideout, greeted by the sight of nothing but empty space as far as he could see. So little of their base of operations had changed since the last time he was there. Him being there left him conflicted, a part of him confused as to why he was invited back, but another salivating at the chance to prove himself once more. He had machinations of his own – a product of his familial relations – and now had the perfect opportunity to enact them.

He confidently spun on his heels to face the other two members of the team, neither of them as enthusiastic about his schemes as he was. “Look alive, men. It's another day of opportunity, and we've got work to do."

That was mostly directed at Panther, who had his head resting on his hand as he looked at a tabloid rag, which succeeded in getting him to flick his gaze upwards. “Who died and put you in charge?"

“That would be Wolf," Andrew stated matter-of-factly.

“He's not dead, he's married." Leon called over his shoulder, his attention kept squarely on the radar he was monitoring.

“Yes, to the enemy!"

“He's happy. I don't see what the problem is." Panther turned a page, a chuckle escaping his mouth after being met with a compromising photo of General Pepper stepping outside with only a towel on, the fabric hardly being held onto. Even though people might consider him on the older side of things as he was about to enter his fifties, it was obvious why the hound dog was so respected among the Cornerian army. Not only was the man a high-ranking official among the forces with too many military victories to count, but he was also an imposing beast of a dog who towered over the populace at a staggering seven feet, and was packed with dense musculature that could withstand the impact of a truck collision. That towel left nothing to the imagination.

Andrew merely scowled. “And if he cared about running this team, he'd be here doing so."

Panther just sighed, now looking up at him. “He's on his honeymoon! Give the guy a break, he's earned it for dealing with Leon so much."

“Careful." Leon's warning came without him ever looking away from his screen.

Andrew sighed. “The point still stands that Team Star Wolf is in need of a leader who's here full time, a position in which I am happy to fill."

And that's when Panther's expression turned annoyed, his gaze narrowing. “Are the rest of us not suitable 'replacements?'"

“Yes, if any of us were to be the interim leader, it'd be me." Leon swiveled his chair to face the front of the room. “I've been here the longest of the three of us. I'm Wolf's second in command. No one else."

“Is that so?" Not one person noticed the ripple of reality as it shot across the hideout, least of all Andrew as he continued to confront the other members of his team. “Is that why you defer to me in battle?" With his hands resting on his hips, he was too focused on the chameleon to see that his body was righting itself according to what existence had dictated. Subtly there grew muscle mass, not much to begin with, but it was there.

Sitting up straight in his chair, Leon failed to observe the same happening in him. His slender reptilian body tacked on muscle spread out across his form. “That happens less times than you think it does."

Andrew maintained his demeanour in spite of the opposition. “But it happens, that's my point."

“I can verify that it's happened at least once, but not any more than that." Panther's hunched-over posture did little to show off the size he was amassing, but his preference in having the most skintight suit of the three of them split the difference. The tensing of his muscles was faint, but palpable, bringing him closer to how he should look.

“Panther!" Leon sputtered, his hands held out in front of him in disbelief. “You're really going to take his side?"

“What? I'm giving you more credit than he is!" Panther was oblivious to the fact that he had actual biceps now that bulged when his arms curled.

The spectacle of genuine pectoral mass visible through Leon's jumpsuit was lost on him as he shook his head and swiveled back around, already in position to ignore the others. “I work with buffoons."

Andrew rolled his eyes. “I meant no disrespect, Leon. I'm merely trying to state that there's a reason why Wolf brought me here." Those legs of his piled on heft at a quickening pace as he strode over to the radar array, leaning on a button-less part of the console to catch the chameleon's attention. “How long have I been here so far?"

The lack of an immediate answer showed how Leon didn't want to engage with the question, though ultimately acceding. “A few weeks."

“And have I not proven myself a worthy adversary to the Cornerian army in the weeks I've been here?"

“You're alright at best." Leon let out a sigh that curled the corners of his mouth. “You've gotten some good licks in, I'll give you that." Those shoulder pads of his began the process of shifting further apart as his frame slightly creaked outward, pounds of beef now accumulating in specific spots instead of across his body as a whole.

The narrowing of Panther's collar as his traps swelled outward was lost on him as he kept flicking through the magazine. “Our profits have gone up since he joined." His chest jutting out too went ignored, even as it slowly encroached on his field of view.

“Marginally."

“That's enough to start throwing our weight around," Panther retorted, his eyes pointed at the chameleon. “Hey, it's what Wolf would want."

At last Andrew was making headway in getting the other two to understand his significance to the cause. The first day he arrived, he didn't think it was possible. Apparently it was just a matter of time. “I believe the sentiment is that we need to spend money in order to make money." The crossing of his arms tightened the fabric of his flight suit, allowing it to conform to the shape of his ballooning back. Bulk stuffed under his pelt by dozens of pounds at a time, stretching his skin out to bring him to a size where hardly any other primate could compare with him. His broad stature was startling for a monkey, but that kind of magnitude was just what he was blessed with.

“That is what they say," Leon ultimately admitted. “And I'm assuming you have an idea of what you'd spend money on."

“Bigger suits for starters." Panther tugged at his collar to indicate how little room he had. “Maybe you guys think differently, but this is far from acceptable for me." The way his arms flexed by casually moving indicated how much mass reality had bestowed upon him, the cramped interior of his suit no longer having much wiggle room to work with anymore.

Leon grunted in assent, rolling his thickening shoulders to try and wrestle as much room out of his garments as he could. “I'd say you complain too much, but you have a point. This thing's pretty tight around my scales." Though his torso was thinner than the others, the belt he wore dug into him as if he picked it out a few sizes ago. Even with his trunk tapering at his waist it wasn't enough to make it not feel uncomfortable.

“I'm just glad our ships are spacious enough. That would be far more of a concern than our outfits." Andrew said that self-assuredly, and yet he couldn't stop himself from grimacing as he looked down at himself. “That said, I'd be happy with an upgrade." He pinched at his suit, the material barely pulling as it contoured around his billowing beef, losing slack the bigger he got. The lack of any leeway with the garments brought him frustration.

“You'd think Wolf would've taken care of that a month ago when you joined." Despite Leon's reputation as a ruthless fighter pilot, one might think he instead spent his time in the gym with how much his form had ballooned. Chameleons weren't known to be bulky, but his widening lats were proving that it was possible.

“You'd think, but he probably had his mind elsewhere." Andrew's simian visage similarly diverged from conventional expectation. His family were known to be a lithe bunch of folks, which is why it was so shocking when he beefed up as he got older, defying all odds. He had to wonder if that was the reason his uncle didn't associate with him as much, thinking he'd be more at home lifting weights instead of running the family business. That's why his goal had become to show the older monkey what he was missing out on by not keeping him around. At least Wolf saw potential in him.

Panther leaned back in his seat, his sumptuous chest working in tandem with his exceptional traps to give the collar of his suit grief. “He probably didn't even think of it considering he hasn't worn clothes in ages." The sight of him bloated with muscle he always had would make one think he'd lost any feline grace he might've once possessed.

Andrew couldn't help but agree. “Can we bring it up the next time he's here?"

***

“Well, I must say the change of heart was surprising." General Pepper poured tea into a cup placed in front of his guest, the act delicate for a man built like a tank and hardly wearing anything to cover muscles able to launch a satellite into orbit by hand. Sitting at a table as one would had his pectorals hang over top of it.

“I've had a lot of time to myself," Andross responded as he lifted the cup to his lips. “A lot of time to think." He gently placed the cup back on the saucer in front of him as he sat there. If the hound dog looked like he didn't belong in that environment, then neither did he as his own body had taken on an impossible amount of mass that belied his academic background. Biceps like steel cables bulging off his arms were only the start of his sumptuous physique, complementing a torso wide enough to give doorways grief as his back made sure to positively explode with powerful heft. But of course, he'd always been like that.

“How's your nephew?"

Andross scoffed. “He's busy with his own life. His desires don't exactly align with mine." His eyes flicked to the canine. “You know, I completely forgot that we had even set this up. I woke up this morning wondering where I was."

“I told you it would be much easier if you slept over at my place rather than flying in to meet later." Pepper downed his cup without stopping. “Although I still must say how odd it is you wanted to meet at all. The criminals we face tend not to show much remorse."

“Consider me an outlier then."

The silence in the room became louder than anything else as the two sat across from one another. It was only when Pepper leaned back in his seat that attention was pulled his way, the wood protesting the shift in weight. “Are you not the least bit curious as to why I agreed to meet with you?"

Andross mirrored his host. “My interest had been piqued, I'll admit."

“I'm putting together a new unit of fighters. I'm sure you're aware of Fox McCloud and his husband, right?"

“I am. What of them?"

“A number of our men have attained the same kind of size those two have, which make them unsuitable for our regular squadrons."

“And how does that involve me?"

“I need someone to lead them."

The nonchalant manner in which those words were uttered hit Andross like a ton of bricks, causing him to double take seconds later. “Surely you're joking."

Pepper leaned forward, his swollen chest now more on display. “I tend not to kid about these sorts of matters."

“Well, I-I—" Andross fidgeted in his seat, his confining attire giving him grief. “Why can't you do it?"

“I'm in charge of all military forces. I neither have the time or energy to take on additional responsibilities." Pepper grabbed both sets of teaware as he got up, carrying them over to the sink where he washed them out by hand, his tail resting on a pair of glutes capable of hip checking a car into submission.

Andross' eyes followed. “And you can trust me?"

“The man I used to work with is still in there somewhere."

“But, what of the others? They won't want anything to do with me!"

“I'm sure you can think of something to convince them," Pepper said as he shut off the faucet and made his way over to the monkey at his table, hand on the back of the chair as he leaned in close, his body scant inches from the other. “You can start with me. Prove to me why you're trustworthy."

***

The restrictive nature of his attire was really getting to Bill. He huffed as the fabric constricted his built physique, his arms just about busting out of their sleeves with nary a flex. A similar story befell his legs, whose quads made cyclists back home green with envy as they stood thicker than anyone else's at rest.

Thicker than anyone's except Falco, that is, who struggled with the lack of space in his pants, his thighs bursting a few seams near the top. “Ugh, I can't take this anymore." The belt he wore was the loosest he could make it and was still too tight across his waist. Fumbling with the buckle, he all but ripped the thing off as quick as he could, a sigh being forced from his throat as he moved onto shucking his bottoms off entirely. That was followed by his jacket and shirt being thrown to the ground, leaving his swollen body clad in nothing but his briefs, which housed a sizable bulge that only grew bigger the more reality corrected itself. “That's more like it."

“I'm with birdbrain on this one." Slippy had already gone and removed his top, his bloated torso now on display to the world, his loaded chest heaving with every breath. The width he possessed edged him into the territory of his leader, with Fox being the only person to surpass him in that regard. He lived up to his name and slipped out of his pants, leaving them at his feet as he took every opportunity to free his body, even going so far as to liberate his monster hog from his fabric prison. “Not sure why we didn't think of this sooner."

“You're telling me. Fox was onto something here." Bill was the last to strip, but he had just as much to show off. He had to admire his crew; he'd only been here for a couple of months, and yet the three of them bonded like they were brothers – ones that stood head and shoulders above the rest of Corneria, but that's what brought them close. Even Slip stood tall over what were thought to be the biggest guys on the planet, and he was the shortest of them! It just went to show what the right genetics could do for a person.

But seeing a bunch of hunks wearing nothing at all got his blood pumping. Usually they'd wait until they were someplace private to get it on, but he could tell none of them minded getting rowdy in the ship proper. One of his hands idly stroked at his footlong pupmaker, the tool pulsing in his grasp as he eyed the other two in carnal desire. “What are you guys feeling like today?"

Falco was the first to pipe up, one hand grasping onto one of his meaty pecs while the other trailed a feathery finger up his prodigious rod. “I'm in the mood to pound Slip. He's usually on the bottom anyway, but I know he doesn't mind because of how good of a fit I am for an ass that big." Indeed his prick was the longest of the three.

Slippy just scoffed. “Only reason I let you is because I'm sturdy and I'd break you otherwise." He jiggled his stiffening member at Falco.

“What?!" Falco's expression flipped in an instant, his hands having jumped from his body. “Have you seen me?" Pulling his meaty arms in close he puffed out his chest boulders, those slabs impossible for anyone but them to attain.

Bill watched Slippy give him a knowing smirk before turning back to the avian. “Yeah, you're a twig."

“I'm the biggest bird in the Lylat System!" Falco practically squawked. “Have you seen how massive these thighs are?" In an obvious attempt to wrestle control of the conversation back in his favour, he slammed a foot forward and tensed, bulging his quads twice as big as what they were at rest. The wry smile on his face showed how proud he was of them.

“Not saying much when my wingspan is bigger than yours!" Slippy, meanwhile, pumped his fists in the air above him, his broad lats flaring out to either side.

Falco began to seethe. “That's it. Bill, I'm bottoming for you."

That took Bill aback, but had no qualms in the arrangement. “Wow, can't believe that's all it took," he mumbled under his breath, giving the amphibian an appreciative grin.

Falco wasted no time in tearing off his underwear to release his genitals, a thick glob of pre drooling down his length. “'You'd break me.' Yeah, 'cause I'm so fragile." The brilliant blue plumage of his tail drew eyes in towards the view of his muscled glutes, so bulky and gorgeous that many people wished that they could have a chance with them.

And Bill considered himself lucky that he got to see them every day. “He really ruffled your feathers with that one, huh?" He chuckled as he held the other man's rump, each hand getting their own weighty cheek to hold. He relished in the utter magnitude of that ass, resembling the size of a car bumper, but far more durable; plastic had nothing on Falco's magnificent rear end. “I'm gonna tap that thing for sure, but I kinda need you in a better position." He gave no warning before assaulting the avian's tremendous pole, marveling at it reaching close to those feathery pectorals, far higher up that torso than his could reach. The bird squirmed in his grasp before dropping to the floor, now on hands on knees and presenting those tantalizing cheeks his way. “That's much better."

“Can you fucking hurry up already?" Falco grunted as he pressed his ass back against the cock nestled in the midst.

“Wow, that ego of yours got bruised." Not wanting this to be painful in any way, Bill slathered the preseed oozing from the head of his dick around the bird's quivering hole before proceeding, the girthy crotch rocket causing the man underneath him to moan the more he slid inside. He hadn't gotten the chance to have Falco take his member much, but the rare occasions when it happened always felt incredible. The pilot could take a fuck as well as he could give it.

But while he was preoccupied with plunging into the blue-feathered beefcake, a familiar sensation poking around his backdoor caught his attention. “Thought I'd show birdbrain there that I'm more than just my backside. Hope you don't mind." Slippy offered a playful grin.

“Froggy, you didn't need to holster your dick inside me for me to understand that. I already know what that thing's capable of." Bill reveled in the sensation of that amphibian pillar pressing against his eager pucker, his tail raising high to provide optimal access. He grunted as the tip penetrated him. “Stretch me, Slip."

Much stretching did occur, his anal canal welcoming the statuesque frog in all his glory, that hefty fuckstick grinding against his inner walls in spite of all the precum lubricating his cavity. The resistance he offered was great even though he took dick on the regular.

But the instant he felt himself take Slippy to hilt, he did the same to Falco, hunkering over the bird while he himself was encapsulated by hundreds of pounds of amphibian power. It only then dawned on him that in the year he'd been working with these two, not once did anyone suggest a train. He had to wonder why given how goddamn amazing it was.

His swollen couch-cushion pectorals rubbed against Falco's hilly back, much like his own became a place to rest Slippy's engorged chest boulders, the weight of them pressing down on him rocking his body with ecstasy. The three of them each easily weighed as much as a car back home did. Fox mentioned how they shouldn't all congregate in the same area often as it could lead to structural issues for the Great Fox later on, but a certain green-skinned colossus revealed how the ship had undergone some fortifications specifically to circumvent those kinds of problems. Stuff like that was why he loved working with his crew.

The trio were like a well-oiled machine. Every thrust of that tree-trunk prick inside him resulted in him burying his own bone inside the avian, a symphony of grunts and moans echoing through the room in concert. His hands gripped onto whatever they could get a hold of, finding purchase on Falco's inconceivable pecs – so stuffed with beef that his nipples had no choice but to point away from his face. That's where his fingers were drawn to, keen on playing with the fat nubs like the radio dials in his Arwing. It elicited a moan of approval, which he reciprocated as his face dug into the bird's overmuscled back, taking in the overtly masculine stench of sweat and muscle and sex wafting off those feathers. His nostrils whuffed all of the intoxicating musk they could as he pounded away.

And his own rear was pistoned into with gusto as Slippy grabbed hold of his brawny shoulders, the frog needing to stretch to reach. Every slam of the other man's pelvis against his ballooned backside sent shockwaves of euphoria racing through him, which he used to drill into the bird. The mechanic never got to do it enough, but he was good at fucking, as evident by how much his tongue lolled out after not long into their three-way. His prostate had all but been flattened, the pleasure centre of his brain being pummeled by the frog's repeated thrusts. A mix between a growl and a whine rumbled in his throat as he slowly lost the ability to edge himself any longer.

Bill was the first to unload his cum tanks, draining those medicine balls into a bird built like a tank. His hands also gripped the other man's nipples for dear life, which caused the feathery behemoth to lose control and splatter untold litres of frothy ballbatter across the tiled floor, a low, long, uninterrupted moan leaving the stud's beak. Meanwhile his orgasm induced his anal cavity to clench down, the amphibian railing him unable to do so and gasping as it meant a flood was approaching. Instantly he was inundated with volley after creamy volley of spunk that filled his guts, the sensation only adding to the pleasure and calming his nerves after only getting to fuck his crewmates for the first time that day. They had a streak of boning going every single day in the many years he'd been a part of the team, and none of them wanted to miss out for any reason.

And then came exhaustion. Falco barely had the energy to prop himself up, his face nowhere near the floor thanks to a chest that could reduce scrap metal to a thin sheet with only a single flex. So much muscle mass built up the bird's rear end that, even though Bill's cock was one of the bigger ones on his team, it took some effort to pull it free, like a horny version of Excalibur. Not that he cared to at the moment; the avian made for a great, muscly bed.

Which was apt considering Slippy felt like the galaxy's heaviest weighted blanket. A frog that made the hallways of the Cornerian Academy despair when he walked through them was definitely someone he felt comfortable being intimate with, especially when he got to make love to that impossible width. It didn't hurt that the mechanic's gut domed out a tad, giving what many considered to be a goofball a bit of a powerful visage, at least when matched against the rest of them. With his squat stature, he might as well have been a shortstack in comparison!

But he wouldn't have it any other way. These other two plus Fox understood him on a fundamental level, and he couldn't wait to see his leader once the honeymoon was over a day from then. He got hard again just thinking about it.

***

Plotting out their next course of action grew difficult for Andrew the more unsuitable his attire became. He'd been a monkey of great stature for his entire adult life, and yet it felt like he was reduced to wearing children's clothing. He grumbled as his package felt trapped within the bounds of his pants, having to bunch in on itself thanks to his bulky legs corralling it there. His attention continued to get dragged away from his work, the constricting nature of his outfit too much to ignore, leaving him wishing there was something that could be done about it.

Perhaps he should consult the others.

Making his way to the break room he expected to see the other two lounging around, but what he didn't anticipate was for the both of them to be in various states of undress. His girthy log of simian fuckmeat stirred when he was greeted by the sight of the chameleon's ample rear, clad only in a pair of briefs that left little to the imagination. Truthfully, that was the best solution that he too came up with as a few seams along his sleeves had already busted, the material failing to contain his incredible bulk. “I see you two have the right idea."

“I don't even know why Wolf makes us wear these." Panther grunted as he tugged at the sleeve encapsulating his arm, yanking the brawny limb free after a few moments of struggling. The slack his top was then provided allowed him to slip his other arm free, the material having molded to the shape of his swollen musculature. “Almost feels like a joke at our expense."

“I'll say." Leon tugged his thick schlong free of his underwear, sighing as he took a seat. His meaty arm hung over the back of the wooden chair that creaked under his weight.

Andrew didn't care to disagree. “I think it's best we bring this up the next time we see him." His hands immediately darted to the zipper holding his top together, however, he hadn't noticed it get caught in his bushy chest fuzz. But even when freeing it from the grasp of his fluffy fur, his pectorals themselves kept it as taut as it could be, not allowing it to move an inch. Much grunting left his lips as he struggled with what he considered to be a basic task.

And then a honeyed voice drew his attention away. “Lemme help with that." Without warning, a pair of feline hands gripped the collar of his shirt and tore along where the zipper was installed, forgoing the process entirely and freeing his torso.

It wasn't exactly what he had in mind, however. “I know we're space pirates, but that was rather barbaric."

“You're welcome." Panther smirked as he slipped out of his boxers, the last garment preventing him from being completely nude.

The sight of the cat's flaccid kneeslapper had Andrew internally reeling, his own pole just about punching itself free without him needing to intervene. But the pressure was getting to him. Luckily his bottoms weren't as aggravating to deal with, but having to manoeuvre around both a rump and thighs as bountiful as his still wasn't an easy feat. His cock, however, didn't wait until being unleashed before making its presence known, instead tearing through his underwear like tissue paper. He groaned when he held the remnants of the garment in his hands.

But he didn't have a chance to collect himself before a familiar set of mitts gently gripped along his turgid spire, running a claw along the sensitive underside. “I hope this means you're happy to see us."

“Is there a time when I'm not?" Andrew huffed, his fingers curling from the sensation. In the months he'd been there, the three of them had grown far closer than they ever had, not shying away from the joys of getting intimate with one another. Sure, they might not have started that way, but the constant side-eyeing of each other had to lead somewhere eventually. He thought that Leon would be the last to take interest, but apparently the chameleon had thought the same of him.

And hearing that floored him considering that rod of his needed attention regularly. He couldn't imagine not wanting to spend time with others who understood his needs, especially when he happened to work with men in the same shoes.

But now? The three of them weren't sheepish around each other in the slightest. Panther was the most easygoing of the bunch, usually making advances when he could. It was a bit inconvenient when setting out on a mission – the seats of their cockpits weren't that roomy – but it did give them all something to think about by the time they got back to base.

Panther wasted no time in gliding his tongue along that throbbing pillar, pointed teeth grazing the sides and making it quaver from the sensation. Andrew shuddered at the deft abilities of the cat. Pleasure pulsed along his nerves as the graceful behemoth played with his tool the same as that morning, getting sucked off in the shower before starting the work day proper. He felt it best to multitask wherever possible given their unique conditions.

The feeling then immediately jumped to his engorged ballsack as one of the feline's hands deliberately traced a claw along the ridge of his nuts. The other appendage sought out his taint and thrummed across it, causing his knees to shake as his crewmate's expertise with his junk grew all the more evident. He admired a man that well-acquainted with his body.

But Panther suddenly cried out around his cock, catching him off guard when those hands jerked away from his groin. His gaze whipped along the cat's body to see a hulking reptilian figure take position at the other pilot's rear, a thumb jammed up the feline's ass and slamming down on the graceful man's prostate. “We don't want him having all the fun here, do we?"

Andrew chuckled at Leon's ingenuity. “No, we do not." The slackened grip on his schlong allowed him the perfect opportunity to take control of it again and become an active member in the euphoria battering his bloated form. Pecs the size of tires heaved with delight as his third leg was welcomed into a cat nearing a four-digit weight, feeling a familiar purr around his telephone-pole dick that rumbled the sensitive flesh.

The impassioned warmth radiating through his body did eventually bring him to his knees, which put him on eye level with the chameleon, noting how effortlessly that green-skinned crotch rocket slid into the adept tailhole of the cat. A pair of ballooned globes gripped the dick as it entered, eliciting a grunt from the lizard which coaxed him into grabbing hold of the herculean pilot. That purple-furred tail eagerly swished across taut, scaly abs.

Of all the pirates giving the Cornerian Army grief, their team was easily the most intimidating to look at, even if their personalities didn't always match – Panther was easily the biggest outlier. The trio were highly successful in their craft, with their half-ton weights giving them a significant advantage in dogfights as the momentum generated carried them farther than an ordinary space pilot could. It wasn't their fault that their arms alone were as wide as a person's waist. Why shouldn't they take advantage of their peculiar properties? They were only following Wolf's example after all.

But the best use of their swollen physiques was definitely sex, like the fucking they gave each other on the regular for over a year now. Andrew knew he couldn't get enough of a reptile with lats as wide as a table and a cat with traps so huge that he couldn't see a neck, and so made his desires well known. It'd been a few weeks since the last time two of them pounded someone at the same time, though he vividly recalled that he was the one who plundered Leon's overmuscled glutes. The thought brought on a new magnitude of arousal that rocked his body, his hand sliding down his stuffed pectorals to find a fattened nipple to grab onto. Just the touch alone was enough to coax out a needy gasp.

His eyes dropped to the melanistic feline below his chest, hundreds of pounds of back muscle being the predominant sight. He watched as it all undulated with every thrust he gave in tandem with the chameleon, the three of them working like a well-oiled machine as both he and Leon pistoned into the cat with gusto, the pirate accommodating each and every inch offered. He could tell Panther's proficiency in sex without asking as his girthy obelisk slid down the other man's throat effortlessly.

The sight of the reptile railing the behemothian feline was about one of the only things he saw past his densely-packed chest, the rock-hard flesh providing an organic obstacle for his vision. He moaned aloud as a playful tongue roughly slathered his sensitive lovemaker, pulsing at the calculated moves made on meaty fucklog, his hands gripping onto the purple-furred pilot's back for support.

He viewed his counterpart with great regard. It wasn't ever that one saw a chameleon so swollen with chiseled musculature that width matched height, and yet, because of something in Leon's genetics, that was an undeniable reality. It seemed like the reptile naturally put on mass like he did, but because he was taller than his colleague, it didn't give him quite the same proportions. There was no doubt in his mind that he was every bit the muscle monster the other pirate was, he just didn't make doorways creak as much in comparison.

And that was nothing to say about Panther, who somehow still kept his dexterity at this immense magnitude when no one else did. Just from touch alone he could tell the feline was a veritable brick wall that was capable of both nimbly sneaking around an enemy's hideout while also smashing through any barrier in his way.

His bloated orbs audibly gurgled as they smacked into the cat's chin with every powerful thrust he gave. Oh, he was close; very close. The three of them were masters at getting each other off. His breathing grew ragged, as did Leon's, the tank of a reptile fucking less frequently, but more forcefully. He was at about the same level as his cohort, his prehensile tail curling around a thigh stronger than steel bar, and thicker too. Soft ooks slipped past his lips as he all but slammed his leviathan cannon home, hilting the feline as a guttural groan rumbled out of his mouth past bared teeth.

Andrew unleashed his frothy flood into the awaiting maw of the colossal cat, laboured gasps emanating thanks to his climax being tipped over the edge, a pair of large hands gripping his lower thighs in order to keep him in place. Arousal swirled inside him as cum tanks bigger than beach balls jettisoned litres upon litres of ballbatter from his bulging pipe. It just about felt like his very soul was being pushed out of him!

Leon was in much the same state, driving his pillar inside the cat to unload what would be a lifetime's worth of jizz for many men in the universe in one single session. He had to admire the fireplug reptile for keeping up with him in genital size; he could easily understand how difficult it could be to carry around heavy equipment like that without legs as long as his, and he often saw his buddy needing to waddle because of it.

And then Panther let loose his deluge onto the floor, no doubt holding on as long as possible so as to be the last to cum; he couldn't see the other titan blasting spunk like a fire hose, but he could certainly feel the output pooling around his knees. Coming from a man who made brick walls blush, he expected nothing else.

Their combined orgasms lasted for what felt like an eternity even if the clock said otherwise. By the end they were all spent, their bodies having slumped whichever way they fell, completely detached from one another. Clarity began to return.

And it was only then that Andrew remembered that Wolf's honeymoon was coming to a close, with their leader returning to them the next day. Having been a member of the lupine's team for years by that point, a twinge of excitement shot through him, which he felt was odd since very little else managed to do that. Nevertheless, his cock had stiffened once more, eager to put it to use when the team was reunited.

***

To say that Bill was overjoyed to see his leaders again would be an understatement. The pair of statuesque canines lumbered into the team's centre of operations, the doorways well beyond Cornerian regulation in order to accommodate men nearly the size of Arwings. In fact, every room was built so that the team could all be present in one location without needing alternate means of communication. To the average person, it might seem like a place where the residents of a city are meant to gather to discuss the daily goings-on, but there wouldn't be enough room for that to happen when all the behemoths found it rather cozy.

His tail wagged happily, brushing against glutes that could effortlessly crush a steel I-beam with barely a flex. “You two seem well."

“Yer observant." Wolf walked hand-in-hand with his vulpine hubby, both looking like the building everyone was in was one shoulder check away from collapsing should they feel so inclined. The pair were among the largest of the crew, standing at least a head above the men they commanded, two in some cases.

Fox smiled. “The honeymoon was great! It was nice to get away from it all for a bit. Plus, it's been a while since we were on vacation, so we were due for a little R&R."

Just then, another set of thundering footsteps sounded down the hallway, the heavy thuds coming from someone who spent years carrying a lot of weight around. Wolf's ears perked up when the noise grew louder. “Sounds like Old timer's back too."

Indeed, Peppy came into view as he rounded the corner to the room where everyone else was, the musclegutted rabbit being the very definition of a living tank given his titanic torso. More bulk had been packed into his abdomen than countless men had across their frames. Though he wasn't alone, having been accompanied by an equally-as-gigantic canine whose shoulders swept along the walls thanks to a width that came with age. “Dad? I wasn't expecting to see you here." Fox regarded the sudden appearance of his father.

James seemed equally as surprised, stopping in his tracks the instant he noticed everyone else. “Oh, uh, I was just here to drop Peppy off. I had no idea the rest of you were gonna be here as well." He turned to the hulking bunny, whispering into a long ear. “I thought you said they weren't gonna be back until tomorrow."

“I thought that was the case. I must've got my days mixed up," Peppy grumbled.

“Hey, well, I'm not offended by you stopping by, dad. You might not be a fighter pilot anymore, but you're always welcome here!"

“How was your time off, Peppy?" Slippy's gargantuan amphibian form belied his innocent nature, the mechanic making for the perfect gentle giant.

“Well needed." Peppy firmly grasped Slippy's monstrous shoulder, his large hand unable to cover the entirety of the thick, scaly deltoid. “Don't get me wrong – I enjoy working with the rest of you, but it gets to a point where I need a break to recharge the ol' batteries."

A grin parting Falco's beak indicated he found a moment to interject. “Yeah, Froggy can be a handful at times. I don't know how we put up with him."

“I don't think Slip's the one being referred to here, birdbrain," Wolf shot back, his own smirk stretching across his mug.

Falco merely shrugged, his mischievous disposition not letting up. “Eh, you're too busy with Fox to really focus on anything else. Just the other day we got a distress call from someone asking for us to help them, but they didn't know how to refer to us," he scoffed. “How are we supposed to operate like that?"

“I suppose that makes for an excellent point of entry into this conversation if greetings are out of the way. I know I'd love to ask the lovebirds the question on everyone's mind." Leon's intelligent gaze landed on the happy couple. “Have you come up with a name for the lot of us yet?"

“Well, we, uh," Fox froze almost as quickly as he responded, his eyes darting to and fro as he struggled answering, “have given it some thought…"

Everyone part of the team groaned in unison. “Really?" Andrew's head fell into his hands, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, but we've been one unit for how long now?"

The reaction had Wolf groan in return. “It's a delicate process. We don't want one part of the team to think we're favouring the other."

“A man who built his legacy as a pirate lord stealing from the universe's most important companies is worried about the feelings of others. How the mighty have fallen." Panther's words were barbed, his tongue sharp from years of dealing out pointed jabs wherever a dialogue called for one.

That got Wolf to grumble almost instantaneously. “I'm getting sassed by a cat too preoccupied with getting dicked down to even attempt coming up with a solution? Nah, I don't think so."

And now Panther was incensed, the fur stretched across his swollen physique bristling with annoyance. “Hey, keeping team morale up is an important task!"

“Well, I'm glad to see things haven't changed a bit since I retired." James chuckled at the exchange before turning his attention to the younger couple, sauntering over the way only a man best measured in tons could do. “Been a long time, pup." His downward glance at the gray-furred canine was hidden by his sunglasses.

“Pup?" The pet name took Fox aback at first, though a quick glance at his father's cheeky expression revealed everything to him wordlessly. “Oh my god, is that where you got it from?"

A deep crimson blush immediately flushed Wolf's cheeks, his good eye wide with embarrassment. “Shut up…"

“No way! All this time I was wondering why you called me that since it sounded so personal, but now it all makes sense."

An impish chuckle left James's mouth as he watched the lupine shrink in chagrin. “He really never told you?"

“James…"

A meaty arm slung itself around the wolf's bloated, bull neck, the relaxed, orange bicep of the elder fox competing in size with his grotesque traps. “Wolf here was a very eager cadet back when I was still affiliated with the Academy. I always saw him watching us whenever we took off for a fight."

Hearing the memory had Fox grab hold of his hubby's brawny arm, the limb more than half as wide as his torso without flexing. “That is the cutest thing I've ever heard of in my life." He nuzzled his snout against the wolf's cheek. “You must've been the most adorable cadet."

Discomfort coloured Wolf's face, evidently unhappy being sandwiched by the mammothian vulpines reveling in his past life. “Are we really doing this?"

“I still remember your time as a cadet, Fox." Peppy had made his way over while the canines were engaged with one another. If James weren't there he'd easily claim the title as the biggest man in the room, but with musculature that doubled in size when tensed, it made him the most enormous member of the crew. Slippy often called him over to help in doing maintenance on everyone's ships as the lapin was the only one capable of lifting them. “You also looked up to your father quite a bit."

“Well," Fox stepped back as he rubbed the back of his blimped-out neck, “could you blame me? That's my dad after all!"

“You tried being like him so much, yet the only footsteps you followed in at that point was outgrowing your Academy uniform."

Fox's lips pursed as a laugh forced its way out. “I was good at that, wasn't I?"

The atmosphere around James and Wolf grew more intimate now that the two of them were separate from the others, the older fox pulling the lupine in close. “Bet you didn't think I'd be your father-in-law, huh?"

Wolf's mouth opening immediately after being asked showed he had some smart-aleck response at the ready, but the pause he gave proved he knew it wasn't the time. “I'd be lying if I said I did." He shook his head as the corners of his mouth curled upwards.

“Funny how life works out," James chuckled. The shades he wore sat just behind his canine nose, allowing the lupine a good view of his gorgeous, green eyes. “I know it's been a while since you two started going out, but I don't have to whip out the 'protective father' persona at any point, do I? I know you're more of a gentle type than you let on, but that boy means everything to me."

The only thing Wolf offered at first was a sigh, which was then followed up with a hearty chuckle that bounced his swollen chest as a grin curled the corners of his lips. “You have my word that I would never harm a hair on that darling's body. At least, not intentionally." He shot the elder fox a knowing look. “Sometimes we're swamped with our jobs and we ain't got a whole lotta time to fool around, which ends up with him getting rather tight."

“Oh, that's kinda like with you back at the Academy, huh?"

“Er…" Such a blunt reminder of his younger years flustered Wolf into struggling to find something to respond with. “Yeah, I guess that's apt."

“Since I'm here," James slid in close, his finger daintily trailing along one of the ridges of the gray-and-white furred chest boulders jutting out in front of him, “you wanna have a go for old time's sake?"

Wolf licked his lips. “I'm not opposed. I do gotta ask why you never thought to stop by after retirement." His smirk grew mischievous. “Yer not afraid of being shown up, are ya?" A hearty laugh heralded his hands being pulled behind his head, forcing his swollen pecs out further from his torso, invading the personal space of the fox standing in his presence.

“Far from it. I just always wanted to give you guys some space because I didn't wanna feel like I was intruding." While the lupine was busy showboating, James used the opportunity to reach around and grab hold of one of the wolf's rock-hard glutes, giving it a squeeze that caused his pole to throb as a dollop of pre raced down the length. “I did miss this, though."

“You know," Peppy stared down at the younger captain of his crew, finger resting against his cheek, “I always found it remarkable how similar you and your father are in many different ways. Did you know you two organize food on your plates the same way?"

“That is…" Words faltered coming out of Fox's mouth as he listened to what the rabbit had to say. “That's a very random detail to pick up on."

“It's true though!" Peppy snickered! “You're also both similar when paraphrasing someone, arranging a spreadsheet, placing an order for anything, deciding what to watch on TV…" He then leaned in real close, his gaze boring into the canine's as he wrapped his arm around bloated vulpine shoulders, a playful twinkle in his eye. “And especially fucking."

Fox's rod stood at attention at the mere mention of sex. “Yeah, you'd be the only one to notice that." Without looking, he slid his hand along the bunny's tortoise shell of a gut, the back of his hand being covered in precum as the older man's girthy schlong dribbled down the length with need. “Is this an invitation?"

“One I've been waiting to give for some time. Yeah, I'm sure Wolf knows a thing or two about pleasuring a guy, but ol' Peppy's got experience he doesn't have." The smirk plastered on the older pilot's face grew even bigger. “Besides, when was the last time he let you tap him?"

A gasp got caught in Fox's throat when he heard that. “Oh, now I'm intrigued!"

“There's a reason your father and I have been together for so long, and it's not my cooking." Peppy's sultry drawl alone conveyed his lustful desires as his hands wandered along the orange-furred bulk of his leader. Thick rabbit fingers formed trails through the forest of pec fluff that grew out of the valley caused by a chest inherited from his husband, his motions forceful yet deliberate. His other hand massaged the fox's pulsing crotch rocket that ached for release.

Panther gleefully watched as the higher-ups paired amongst themselves, his meaty pole throbbing with need. “Well, the others appear to be accounted for. I say the six of us have a little fun of our own." With all the grace his species provided him, he pressed himself against the nearest of his coworkers, his sleek fur rubbing along feather-covered musculature. “It's been a while since I've taken you all on, wouldn't you agree?"

“Yeah, probably a little too long if you ask me." A smug grin accompanied Falco grabbing his prodigious tool, giving it a hearty tug to show off the thick head positively drooling preseed. “This thing's gotten bigger since last time. Still think you can take it?"

Panther's eyes widened in shock, his breathing having halted for half a second before making eye contact again. “Well… yeah, of course I can! I've done it before."

“Were those nerves I heard?" Falco's pleased expression only grew more pompous.

Bill sighed, his boulder shoulders drooping as his head tilted to face the bird. “Falco…" The last thing he wanted was for his teammates to be poking at each other over something they did regularly, even though he knew there was really only one instigator involved.

“And you think you make for a better choice?" Andrew piped up. “Our builds are comparable, which makes mine roughly the same size as yours." With a great heave of his statuesque simian form, he tensed his musculature with his hands on his hips to show how he belonged amongst the group of giants, complete with a hefty kidney puncher tickling the underside of his pectorals that rivaled what the other pilot presented. “You think you can take me to hilt?"

“Uh…" It was Falco's turn to clam up, his beak parting every second he stared at a cock as huge as his own. “Yeah, of course! You aren't as big as you think you are."

Bill nudged the behemothian avian in the ribs. “Nuh uh, you definitely hesitated there."

“Oh, so you can dish it out, but you can't take it?" A perverse grin wryly snuck across Andrew's face.

“I dunno why you're all arguing about who gets to take on everyone else. None of you are up to the task." Hearing the bickering between his colleagues had Slippy sigh out of annoyance.

“Oh God, here we go again…" Falco groaned. “He's been doing this recently, saying he's just the best at sex and the rest of us couldn't hope to compare. I dunno where this ego's come from."

Panther just rolled his eyes. “You're really complaining about someone else's ego?"

Squaring up to the bird proved how much of an immense fireplug Slippy really was. One look told anyone that his body's favourite dimension was width. “What? All I'm saying is that I'm better at servicing people than the rest of you are. I've got the best body to do that with!" A small laugh let loose from his lips. “I mean, you're looking a little malnourished there if I'm honest."

The look on Falco's face dropped at that exact moment. “Okay, that's how I know you're not being serious."

“Well, I wouldn't say you're the only one, but you're about the only other person I could see not getting overwhelmed." Leon hefted a fist above his head, proudly showcasing a scaled bicep huge enough to obscure a car window, which was something he hadn't been able to fit into for over a decade now. “A lot's changed since last time."

The sight of seeing the only other member of his team with scales be such a mass monster had Slippy oozing pre like a broken faucet as his pelvis involuntarily flexed. “Oh, well you're more than welcome to be in the midst of everyone then."

“I'll take the next round." Leon winked.

“You all talk too much!" Panther lunged at Slippy, his grip firm as he grabbed hold of the frog's swollen delts. “You wanna be the centre of attention? Then get us off already." His flared nostrils asserted the presence of his soaring libido.

“Uh…" Slippy became flustered as he was ushered to the floor, being all but forced onto his back as his humongous ass cheeks slammed into the tiles below, the cracks that formed drilling into the concrete underneath. Without even getting a second to breathe he was beset upon by the cat, his chest being manhandled by his frenzied crewmate. All the while his veiny member teased Panther's backside as his body succumbed to the intense stimulation.

With a cocky smirk, Falco took his position at Slippy's head, his turgid lovemaker resting right on top of his teammate's face. “Oh, kitty's got the right idea, and I know exactly how to help." Getting the tip of his rod lined up with the mouth of the amphibian behemoth took a little bit of finesse on his part, but he was ultimately successful when the pilot accepted his length. A moan of appreciation forced its way from his throat when his crotch cannon slid right in.

Leon took his place at his colleague's rear, his diamond-hard fuckstick dripping with need. Sexual urges coursing through his veins led him to be able to destroy anything found in the known solar system through thrusting save for the orifices of his teammates as their overly-strapping physiques could handle even the biggest of cocks around. Luckily for them, all those they knew about were present and accounted for, and the fact coaxed Leon into coating the frog's back door with copious amounts of his translucent precum before making a concerted effort to enter. Already being worked over made the task of even sheathing his pillar to hilt inside of the inconceivably wide space pilot monumentally difficult, but with enough prodding he made significant headway.

And that left both Bill and Andrew to straddle the sides of the enormous frog, their twin phalluses pointing at each other as they found purchase in the large hands of the relative shortstack, already leaking steady supplies of pre. The veins that snaked along both dongs throbbed madly with arousal, helped along by being gripped and tugged by someone who'd done so many times in the past and knew exactly how best to get them off.

Bill made eye contact with Andrew as their bodies convulsed from the pleasure of being jerked off, perverse smiles stretching their mugs as chests that gave tractor tires a run for their money rose and fell with every laboured breath. The shared look made him know the two of them understood each other on a fundamental level. Throughout their tenure with the team they'd gotten fairly close and discovered how much they actually had in common, with the things they like being both sexual and not. Of course it meant the pair of them shared quite a bit of time together, fucking like feral animals in ways that only multi-ton beasts are capable of. He'd grown quite enamoured with the monkey's incredibly masculine scent and usually longed for a chance to get another whiff when possible.

Andrew, of course, had no qualms with the prospect as it usually came with the dog worshipping his bulk and digging that canine nose in every crevice around his body. He would lose himself in the euphoric bliss that pummeled his senses as his colleague lapped up every ounce of his potent essence that poured from his inconceivable magnitude. The two of them became fast friends, which was astonishing considering how cold they were to one another at the start. He supposed it helped to have an overactive sex drive around a bunch of equally horny men to get past whatever misgivings he once held.

Meanwhile, the man of the hour was enjoying all the attention he had. Slippy had what was probably the dopiest grin on his face that he could muster with the guys railing him in every way possible. While it wasn't the first time he'd taken so many men at once, a random thought in the back of his mind made him feel like his crew were bigger every time it happened, even though he knew there wasn't really any way for them to grow. And while the thought was nice, there wasn't any real reason for them to need it given how every single one of them overshadowed many of the buildings on Corneria. Skyscrapers still dwarfed them all by a longshot, but being their only competitor in size still made them look gigantic.

And after all that, Panther finally got his treat for the patience he exhibited in the form of the amphibian's stocky obelisk plunging deep into his bowels. His mouth hadn't closed since taking it. The giddy rhythm of breathing he developed after being penetrated by his teammate's monster hog paired well with his tongue lolling out past his lips in ecstasy. The sensation had him shoving his own rod in between the frog's hypermuscled pectorals that ballooned several metres from his chest, the immediate pressure forced on his sensitive shaft eliciting a groan of approval as he arched his back in delight, his eyes screwing themselves shut. He made sure to return the feeling by clenching his stuffed tailhole as tight as he could.

“Those boys sure know how to party," Peppy chuckled as he took his place overtop the relatively smaller vulpine, positioning himself like the feline was. His own glutes far outpaced everyone else's, each cheek nearly as big as some of their waists without an ounce of unnecessary fat deposited on them. He easily carved out his role as the one the younger crew members looked up to – physically too, of course – but his veteran status on the team allowed him to take the lead on numerous occasions.

Fox looked over to see what the commotion was, only for a wry grin to worm up one side of his face. “That's pretty natural for them these days. Sure is a far cry away from when they first met."

“I'll say. Some of them were too stuck up to even have sex with me back then!"

“Was it them being stuck up, or was it fear of their pelvises being shattered?"

Peppy's hunkered position above Fox's dick wasn't the best place for a man his age to freeze in, but he wanted to let the laugh in his throat leave first. “Maybe if they had taken the plunge they would've toughened up faster. I know it worked for me." Years of experience led to the moment where the pre-slicked head of the canine's tool punched its way through the delicate ring of muscle nestled deep between mounds of bunny beef that left imprints on any material he sat on. A satisfied groan pushed itself out of his chest.

Fox too moaned in praise of the rabbit's seasoned hole clamping tightly around his turgid spire, the precum gushing from the head helping to lubricate his teammate's inner walls. His hands naturally found themselves clutching onto whatever they could get a hold of, which happened to be the lapin's bulging thighs that touched each other even though they were spread apart. The fluffy dome of muscle that was the other pilot's gut weighed heavy on his abdomen, further exemplifying the size difference between them as his dick was taken to hilt, throbbing wildly inside the rabbit's anal canal and wanting nothing more than for orgasm to hurry up.

Feverish lust gripped him as his hips thrusted on their own, pummeling the rabbit's rear entrance with wild abandon as shredded pelvis slammed into globular glutes. His breathing picked up pace as his body flexed in sync like one giant muscle. Balls like miniature planetoids bounced between bunny butt and solid floor, doing nothing to the living wall of beef riding him while forming a spider web of cracks across the tiles that only grew with every impact.

Not that he could even notice anything past a chest that made boulders look like playthings. Pectorals so swollen with vulpine heft besieged his face, smothering his muzzle with sweaty bulk that he voraciously lapped up, tongue lashing through orange fur. And the view immediately beyond them was blocked by his lapin mentor, brick walls quivering at the mere sight of a pilot so colossal. He bucked harder.

Extra support was needed as Peppy repeatedly lowered himself on the canine's spire, leaning back on one hand after a gasp left his throat. The thousands of pounds of meat tensing across his monstrous frame heralded a clench of his skillful tailhole that immediately elicited a growl of approval from the man pounding him. His own dick sprayed musky precum all over the vulpine's bloated chest, a trail forming down abs built like cinder blocks that pooled in the divots, his tip oozing a healthy amount with every passing second.

His actions were practised. Each slam of his engorged cheeks onto the fox's powerful pelvis rippled up his nerves, stimulating his powder puff tail to wriggle with the glee that he couldn't quite articulate through all the moaning he gave off. His free hand gripped hold of the canine's pectorals at first to keep him steady, though then used it to guide his own sausage along the ridge of that enormous pec valley. There was too much flexion happening to possibly squeeze between, but just riding the seam was enough for pre to continuously pour out.

“Huh, you say Fox gets tighter, but you're not all that loose yourself." In spite of lubricating the lupine's tailhole, James had to huff as he squeezed in. “I think you took my dick better back in your Academy days!"

“Ya weren't nearly as big back then." Wolf gritted his teeth as he braced himself on the floor using his arms, his tensing forearms making it look like he could rip a steel beam in half lengthwise. “They'd hafta remodel the place if they ever invited you to speak."

Taking the opportunity of employing the other canine's mountainous back as a means to help shove his throbbing leviathan inside better, James groped the furry beef as every inch of cock he crammed in tensed the peaks higher than the average Cornerian could see over. “Which is a shame. I have so much important experience to pass down to the younger generations." The constant stream of preseed gushing from his cock out of the wolf's pucker aided in his quest to slam his pelvis flush with those bulging, gray-furred croissants clamping down on him. “You and Fox will just have to talk in my place."

Wolf bared his teeth as his rear entrance continued to get stretched out by the older canine, pushing back against the pole being forced inside him to help expedite the process. “There ain't an invitation coming my way. They'd probably say I didn't follow in your footsteps enough."

“There's always time to change things. I can make a man out of you yet," James said with an unobserved wink.

The fondling of Wolf's body grew stronger the more he was gaped, causing him to heave as so much cockflesh trembled inside his anal canal. But a smirk split his lips apart. The more vulpine schlong stuffed up his chute meant more resistance was applied until there wasn't any more for him to take, prompting him to clench his ass as hard as it could go, eliciting a surprised groan from the man above him that got those groping fingers to quiver just off of his body. “I ain't the boy I used to be, James."

His composure ruined, James let out a flustered moan that signaled just much he liked his own log being played with. “M-Maybe I just need to convince General Pepper then."

“And just how would you accomplish that?" Wolf snarked as his tail rubbed along the taut abdominals of the fox, tickling the underside of a chest capable of reducing a car to a disc of metal, plastic, and glass.

James' balls roiled with cum from the constant stimulation torturing his system. “Diplomatically, of course." One hand clutched the wolf's colossal delt as leverage, slowly removing his fuckmeat from the younger man's clutches before hammering his shaft home once more.

“He ain't built like us, James. Ya can't just fuck him for a favour."

“Well," James hissed as his other hand found purchase along the lupine's shredded obliques, “he might be interested in just exploring my body." Fingers trailing along the ridges of the muscle groups he held onto, his ministrations induced a sudden flexion that deliciously swelled the other canine's heft. “There's as much to discover here as there is in the Lylat System."

The pounding Wolf received got him to stretch an arm forward as he arched his back. “Sounds like something ya thought of more than once."

The wide grin adorning James' face coupled with him licking his lips indicated the veracity of the statement. “You can't say you wouldn't be interested."

“Is Wolf normally that talkative?" Peppy carefully bounced on his younger leader's meaty spire.

Fox huffed from exertion, the weight of the rabbit's tonnage slowing his movements. “Not normally, and especially not during sex."

“Figures. James can be a chatterbox at times." Flared nostrils forced air out of Peppy, his prostate being thrashed by the pulsating fucklog in his guts. “There are times he's going off on something and I have to remind him, 'hon, I'm not totally here right now. Lemme blow my load in you first so I can give you my undivided attention after.'"

A chuckle slipped through Fox's grunting as his mammothian pectorals tickled his snout, his tongue tasting his efforts. “Reminds me of a time when I was sucking him off and he was rambling on about one of his missions. Made me think I wasn't doing a good enough job!"

“You won't find me doing that though. I'm as quiet as a mouse!" The sly smile painting Peppy's face belied the pleasure rocketing through him.

“Yeah, if a mouse was as huge as an asteroid." Unsure of what to do with his hands, Fox eventually let them wander until they came across the lapin's monstrous crotch cannon, his fingers getting covered in gooey precum. That then led to him slathering it all along the length of the bunny's pillar as his own throbbed at the same time. Jerking his older colleague off reinvigorated him, the scent of the rabbit's musky pre tickling his olfactory nerve and causing his hips to buck harder and faster, his balls churning with need. His laboured breathing announced his heightening excitement.

The thrusts sent shockwaves up Peppy's body like he was riding a pogo stick, only if it punched dozens of metres up his rump with every buck he took. His tail twitched with fervent ecstasy. So much vulpine shaft impaling his anal cavity had him in the throes of euphoria, his body pulling together as his nervous system pulsed his impossible musculature rigid. Sweat matted his fur as it poured down across his gargantuan physique. The flexing of biceps with split peaks that a person could lay between induced his chest to tense up as well, pushing the hirsute mounds into his face and coaxing a moan to bellow out, the diamond-hard bulk managing to muffle most of the sound.

“Slip, oh man. Maybe I was wrong after all." Falco's tongue lolled out the side of his beak as his girthy pole was beset by a thick, slimy tongue that slathered it from head to base as he continued to pump out constant belches of pre into the amphibian's warm mouth.

Andrew snickered, his eyes slightly half-lidded thanks to the frog's forceful grip on his sensitive prick. Normally any handjob he got was far more gentle than the manhandling happening to him then, but he knew having to service five behemoths at once was no small feat for Slippy, but with his sausage able to punch through metal like tissue paper, he didn't mind the play getting a little rough. “Humbled, are we?" Hands clasped with the dog's, the leverage gained allowed him to piston harder, the sensation rocking his nerves and shooting all the way to his brain. The electric overload of arousal being satisfied was one feeling that was difficult to beat.

“Ah, lay off, banana breath," Falco hissed. The action around his obelisk grew more frantic, leading to his chest puffing out as his entire body tensed at once. So much meat had concentrated on his arms that a simple flex bunched out his triceps to the point where they started giving his thighs a run for their money.

Bill wasn't one to miss out on poking at the bird. “Maybe you'll finally realize he's just good at what he does." His nose picked up on all of his crewmates' intoxicatingly masculine scents mingling in the air, using their effect on him as fuel for his own desires. His thrusting into Slippy's hands was impassioned, the pre streaming from the tip of his dick coating the length of his pupmaker and allowing it to slide easily in the frog's grasp, the veiny skin pressing against the foreskin bunched up under the head. Oh yeah, he needed this. An orgasm as potent as what he felt was coming might last him quite some time.

Leon, of course, wasn't about to be left out of the conversation. “Maybe you need to be like Panther and just enjoy yourself." Sliding his brawny arms around the feline's ballooned chest, he groped blindly around what was comfortably thousands of pounds of pec meat before finding his prize – the cat's nipples. Not a lot of attention was needed to be given before his teammate was purring in his ear, the sound stimulating him to slam his cock harder into Slippy's substantial, green-scaled rear.

Falco could only let out a scoff before his beak twisted into a grin. “Yeah, you might be right, but I don't think anyone can compete with how much kitty loves his sex."

The beaming grin across Panther's face screamed loudly his enjoyment of the roughhousing issued his way, bolstered by the giddy giggle tumbling from his mouth as his tongue fell its full length forward. Even though the attention given to him induced flexion across his frame, his appendages hung limp as he was played with. A firm squeeze of his nip enticed him to moan in approval.

But no one was enjoying themselves more than Slippy was. Hardly an inch of his body wasn't being manipulated in some way, his imposing form looking anything but as he used his ponderous physique to bring pleasure to the other titans he worked with. His actions were frantic but deliberate, calculated to deliver an overwhelming payload of euphoric bliss to the men reciprocating his needs. Sweat made his hulking body shine. His musculature rubbed against itself in the process of relieving the others like a well-oiled machine – a chest capable of deflecting laser blasts sandwiched Panther's schlong in a vise grip that rewarded him with a splattering of preseed every half-second, while his hypermuscled glutes milked Leon for all that he could get. His throat didn't need acclaim from anyone as the way it massaged Falco's pillar to the point of the bird praising his name spoke volumes to its prowess. But while his hands weren't exactly something that people thought about when propositioning him for some action, his experience with his team led to his large grabbers knowing how best to bring cocks like redwoods to orgasm on their own, which Bill and Andrew gladly took advantage of.

“You know," James grunted while hunkering down on the lupine's beef, “maybe you ought to bottom for your crew more often. I did, and it led to an improvement in morale!"

A deep crimson blush bloomed across Wolf's face as he took in the older man's words while being skewered by several metres of vulpine fuckmeat. “I, uh, got a reputation to uphold ya know. Can't have people knowing I like being a pillow biter on occasion."

“Oh please, like that'll affect anything. Who do you think is gonna mock big, bad space pirate Wolf O'Donnell when you look like you can huck Corneria like a softball?" Rough grunting punctuated James' explanation as he rallied his tempo. “You gotta loosen up. That's what I've been telling Fox and it's worked wonders for him."

“I doubt yer kid was ever as prideful as I am." Wolf's hand had jumped to his tree-trunk spire, jacking the quivering cockflesh as he pressed his ass as far back as he could, the fox's shaft disappearing into between cheeks that looked inflated by an air compressor that targeted muscle mass. “Always has been my biggest vice."

“Are you kidding? With me as his father, he thought everyone would just listen to him no matter what! Had to teach him that wasn't how things worked." Face buried in the younger canine's expansive back, James huffed the intense masculine essence wafting from the crevices formed by so much beef having piled onto a frame that stretched wide just to accommodate it all, only to gain more on top of that. His tail wagged harder as a result.

Wolf's eyes begged to screw shut as he practically fucked his hand, biting his lip as the momentum of his battered tailhole being reamed pushed it past his fingers in a rhythmic pattern, his digits long unable to encircle the monstrous obelisk jutting from his bulky crotch. Every crash of the larger canine's cum tanks into his own rocked his arousal that much closer to the edge of climax, with fondling himself being that little bit needed to help get him over the edge. Heavier and heavier huffs spilled from his mouth as the craving for release built up inside him until-

“Oh Wolf…" James spat through gritted teeth, the rest of the sentence getting caught in his throat as he bearhugged the lupine and hammered his pelvis flush with those glorious glutes, his balls pulling up and letting loose his flood. Enough jizz to fill a wading pool rushed into the younger man's guts with every blast, each load afterwards only adding to the deluge pooling inside the wolf. Nose buried squarely amidst a sea of gray-furred bulk, the cumshots only grew stronger the longer he huffed, hands tugging on those mega pecs.

Which was exactly the encouragement Wolf needed to let loose his dam. A laboured cry was all the warning he gave before rocketing his spunk all over the floor, splashing along the underside of his pecs as well as whatever parts of the older vulpine happened to be in the blast radius. The stream forced itself through the crevice formed by his two monumental chest boulders and pushed right up to his face, where his nose twitched from the masculine scent and brought out another long moan of delight. The hand holding his junk twitched from the pleasure wracking his brain as it squeezed out everything that raced up his throbbing cumpipe.

The odour quickly traveled through the room, mixing with the stench of musk emanating from the orgy of writhing hulks mashing their sweaty, engorged bodies against one another, their groans and grunts a cacophonous symphony of sexual virility that echoed through the room. Each member of the group felt the effects of orgasm coming on, using each other as a means to accelerate their libidos into overdrive.

Panther was the most lost in passion, drunk from lust as he lapped his tongue against his sleek, feline form, his eyes having glazed over not long into the throes of intercourse. Having what felt like one of Slippy's legs drilling into him washed a numbing euphoria over his swollen body that hadn't abated. His nipples being played with like car radio knobs only made the sensation greater, and his gradually louder purring showed how much he relished in the attention. But then the scent of canine climax tickled his nose, his nostrils flaring as the aroma filled them. Suddenly his chest began to heave, pectorals that a crowd of people could sit on jumped as he gasped several times in succession, his graceful heft tightening into a ball that forced him to double over. One long, sex-addled wail was all anyone got to hear before his cock began to spew cum first into the amphibian's incomparable pec valley, then beyond. His tail wrapped around Leon in the process.

The chain reaction had started.

Slippy didn't have enough of a signal for the torrent of feline ballbatter headed his way before it smacked him in the face and just about drowned him in its viscous glory. That caused him to lose all concentration and surrender his body to the perverse pleasure assaulting him on all fronts, firing his fattened balls' produce up the chute of the feline taking his log of froggy fuckmeat. It caused his hands to clench down on the rods he'd been jerking off, as well clamp down on the one nailing his own brawny rump. The shaft in his mouth was the one he ended up being least attentive to as his moaning loosened his grip on it.

But the change in force applied to his monster hog surprised the hell out of Leon, who crumpled into Panther. “Oh, fuck…" In a flash he went from composed to mashing his face into the cat's swollen back, his hips having thrusted his prick as far in the amphibian's anal canal that it could go before loosing his seed into the other scaled being. His own broad visage appeared to be bigger than it should as the act of orgasming pumped his musculature into flexion that doubled what he looked like at rest. His hands clambered around the panther's bulk, fingers mashing into sweaty nipples before carving paths through equally as sweaty fur, inadvertently trailing across the ridges formed from his colleague's tremendous proportions. His ass was clenched tight from his body being overwhelmed with ecstasy even though it remained untouched.

While Falco's pole wasn't as affected by Slippy's release as the others, just the sensation of the long tongue wrapped around his quaking flesh was enough to get him to blow. “Here it comes," he taunted with a strained voice, pelvis pushed forward to unload his orbs down the greedy gullet of his longtime teammate. The widest smile his beak could muster plastered itself across his feathered face, a groan of euphoria smoothly sliding from his throat as his hands migrated to his own nipples and tugged, the boost of pleasure freeing his inhibitions that much more.

Both Bill and Andrew had been basically neck and neck with one another in regards to their arousal, meaning neither could hold out longer than the other when the frog's hands told them they were finished. Neither argued with the timing, both jettisoning what their testosterone factories had swelled with all over each other, and especially on the mechanic's bulky torso. Their own clasped hands twitched as the result of their twin handjobs painted each other's wide frames a pearlescent white. They'd been waiting for the moment for what felt like an eternity – their heartbeats having synced in the meantime – and finally achieving release was the catharsis they'd been waiting for. They'd have kissed then and there if their enormous chests would've let them.

All the commotion around him pushed Peppy to the brink, a stiff wheeze being forced from his throat. He couldn't make out the fox's face through the thousands of pounds of chest meat that they both sported, but each hump into his ass told him they weren't quite done yet. “What, are you trying to outlast everyone else?" He chuckled, his cock throbbing in the other man's grasp.

“Are you?" Fox shot back, barely able to keep one eye open. The stream of pre was relentless in its onslaught against his face. His self-control was fading fast as the translucent fluid tickled his snout, which caused him to jerk his head back uncontrollably, leading to his hips to buck wildly until he couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his pelvis into the rabbit's gigantic ass. That then led to him squeezing the lapin's sensitive schlong in a death grip.

Of course, Peppy immediately took notice of both the surge of jism inundating his guts, as well his monolithic prick being manhandled by spasms brought on by the fox's orgasm. It stripped him of his cool and coaxed his own ballbatter to blast from the head of his girthy python, shooting into the air due to resting against the vulpine's bloated chest, only to rain back down on and around his leader's face. The feeling of release compelled his expression to shift to gratification, a contented series of grunts pushing past his teeth as he contracted his lower half, launching many more shots of cum into the air. His grand tortoiseshell of a gut didn't even relay just how much of the canine's spunk was being pumped deep inside him.

Time's persistent march into the future meant that the volleys everyone fired off eventually tapered to a halt. Gasping breaths were the soundtrack of every man regaining their bearings, gradually piecing together their part of why the space around them looked the way it did. With the flow of cum throughout the room having died down, the group of titans slowly made their way back to their feet, some without issue, while some stumbled thanks to the mess of spunk covering more than half of the tiles. A few of them even needed to wipe the fun off their faces.

Then they started mingling with one another. Fox carefully sauntered past what was likely a communal pool of seed to hang out near Wolf, noting the beefcake's bashful demeanour and flushed cheeks. A nervous chuckle preceded the one-eyed canine's take on his moment with the elder vulpine, to which Fox proceeded to goad the lupine about taking his next ride on the newer model, leading to the wolf hesitantly agreeing while averting eye contact. A quick peck on the cheek – a feat difficult thanks to both men needing to be measured using industrial equipment – changed Wolf's tune about the idea.

Peppy and James, on the other hand, embraced without a second thought, both having been fucking for essentially their entire adult lives and used to whatever position they happened to find themselves in. They wagered that blowing their loads here might've been enough to allow them to simply settle in for the evening and spend time with one another, but neither would mind should the need strike them again.

And then the six men who took part in the orgy basked in their shared afterglows. So much cum had been produced between them that they started estimating what it all could've filled, with their unit of measurement getting stuck on swimming pools and then attempting to guess what seemed like an accurate number. Except Panther. His lower half still hadn't regained feeling, which had Slippy trying his best to help the beleaguered feline stand up, feeling responsible for putting the man in that state.

Leon, ever the meatball, mentioned how pumped his body felt after that, noting that sex never felt like this much of a workout before then. That caught the attention of Bill who echoed the sentiment, nearly obscuring his face with his chest alone. Falco then tried to bring up his earlier attitude to say that he probably pushed more buttons than he meant to, but a playful tug on his junk from Andrew showed there were no hard feelings.

Though his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere as he heard the telltale footfalls of one his leaders approaching him, specifically the intimidating-looking one. “Yer looking pretty alright after all that." He gestured to the sticky mess everyone stood in.

“Thanks," Andrew shot back. “You look like hell."

“Asshole." Wolf wryly grinned. His expression dropped, however, replaced with a serious look that he didn't show often. “Wanted to catch you before I forgot. I had a look at your plans while I was away, but I wasn't quite sure what to make of it." He gently gripped one of Andrew's bulging delts. “You okay with doing this to your uncle?"

The question sat with him for a second as he mulled it over, but snorted in response. His simian visage flashed the lupine with a rarely-seen smile. “Never liked him anyway."

***

A low howl marked another of General Pepper's orgasms, of how many exactly he lost count. His load being pumped into the monkey was at least the seventh that day. Balls the size of tractor tires shot out untold litres of cum into the other man's chute as he hunkered over the simian, his gargantuan form heaving as he gasped for breath. Sex when one made houses look small was a full-body workout that he always longed for.

Andross felt much the same way, his own output splattering onto the floor in front of him as his wide back supported thousands of pounds of canine bulk, the corner leading to the hallway he held onto for support now sporting his indented fingerprints. Being more than a few dozen feet tall meant little when all his mass left hardly any space for him to be fucked in.

With a chuckle, Pepper helped himself to his feet before turning his attention to the man still on the ground. “Well, you can colour me convinced."

“After all that I should hope so!" Andross let himself get pulled to his feet, his fur a sticky mat of cum and sweat.

“And I can't see any reason why the rest of the forces would have an issue with you now. I think you've proven your commitment enough."

Housing his impossible bulk upright had Andross panting, his bloated physique jutting out proudly in all dimensions. “What if they don't believe it?"

“Well," Pepper said with a wry grin as he gripped the monkey's overmuscled rear, “then we just give them a demonstration."