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The bat screeched in frustration, causing the lynx lounging in the living room to be rise from the comfort of the couch and the nest of throw pillows. She leaned in the doorway of the bedroom, her tail swaying casually from side to side. Cellphone in hand, she looked up from her aimless scrolling and raised a questioning eyebrow at the scene displayed in front of her.

A large suitcase lay open on the queen-size bed with various clothing and toiletries spilling out onto the mattress. Across the room was a short and stocky black bat, the skin beneath his dark fur flush with frustration. He caught the lynx staring and he reddened a bit more.

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly. "I just don't know how to pack..." He gestured helplessly to the mess on the bed.

The lynx glanced at her phone, looked at the screen and gently tossed it on the bedside table. "Looks like you're riding the struggle bus in here."

The bat's black and red wings drooped as his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I'm pretty much hopeless right now."

The lynx approached the bed and began to sort through the clothing, organizing them by type. The tip of her claw snagged a bit on a pair of boxer briefs, a bit smaller than she knew her partner to wear. She lifted them closer to her muzzle and gave them a curious sniff.

"Are these yours?" she asked, slightly confused.

"Uh, yeah," the bat responded, sounding a bit embarrassed. "I bought some new ones the other day."

"Bit small for you, no?" replied the lynx as she tossed it in the pile with the rest of the underwear.

"Yeah, I just needed to get something a bit tighter for uh, packing."

The lynx paused. "Packing like packing this suitcase or like packing...?" Her eyes flicked to the front of the bat's tight blue jeans. A smirk slowly played out across her face as she noticed the small bump between the bat's legs.

The bat smiled nervously and the lynx crossed the room toward him, a light rumbling purr starting in the back of her throat.

Her tail flicked back and forth playfully as she wrapped one of her arms around the bat's waist, bringing her paw down to gently massage the stiff bulge in his jeans.

The bat fluttered his wings at the lynx's touch. The small nub of flesh and nerves behind the silicone packer immediately swelled in excitement.

The lynx pressed her tall, athletic body against the bat's short and stocky frame, pushing him up against the wall. She buried her muzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent deeply as she continued to stroke and massage between his legs.

"Mmm..." she exhaled slowly, warm breath causing the bat to shiver with pleasure. "It's been so long since you last packed..."

The bat's eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined his own dick hardening and lengthening at his partner's touch. The lynx applied a bit of pressure to the bulge, pushing the flat silicone base against his throbbing clit. Warm, slick pleasure slipped out from between his legs and down his thigh.

"I needed, um, some better equipment..." he mumbled as the scents of his and the lynx's excitement clouded his mind.

The lynx purred louder and deeper, almost at a gentle growl.

"Well, I think you definitely found it..."

The lynx brought up her arm from the bat's waist and pressed her paw flat and firm against his chest. The synthetic fabric of the chest binder was cool and smooth on her paw pads, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel the texture of his soft, yet somewhat coarse fur. She wanted to feel him - all of him - feel his everything just as the gods had made him.

"I don't know..." the bat said softly as the lynx's wandering paws slowly caressed the cool fabric of the binder hiding the part of himself he detested the most.

"Do you trust me?" She pressed the bulge against him again and a breathy moan escaped him. Without another moment of hesitation, he leaned forward and pushed the lynx back a step as he fought with the binder. As he wriggled his broad shoulders out of the binds, the lynx turned her attention to the large trunk at the foot of the bed.

Smirking, she flipped open the latches of the trunk and felt around until she felt the familiar silky smooth pouch she had in mind.

The bat, having finally freed himself from the confines of the binder, turned to face the prowling feline.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, arms crossed over his exposed chest, the binder dangling from his hand.

The lynx let the trunk lid crash down with an audible thump. She turned around to face the bat, her seductive smirk widening as he realized which bag she pulled out from the trunk.

"I mean I've already got one on," he said to the lynx.

She laughed softly and loosened the drawstring of the satin pouch, flipped it over and dumped the contents on the bed.

The bat tightened his crossed arms against his breasts as he saw the rest of his packers land softly onto the bed. He began to feel the mental shift, the mild panic, the hyper-awareness of the incomplete relationship he had with his body.

The lynx could sense the bat's dysphoria beginning to manifest.

"Close your eyes, drop the binder," she said gently to the bat.

He complied and tossed the binder in a corner, leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes.

The lynx picked up one of the larger packers, about six inches in length, and sauntered over to the bat. With her free hand she reached for his belt buckle and pried it loose, unhooking the button in one fluid motion.

The bat leaned his head back slightly, arching his back and pushing his hips out. His clit pulsating expectantly.

Slowly, the lynx pulled the zipper of the jeans down, revealing the firm bulge in the bat's skin tight boxer briefs. She leaned into him, pressing her body against him as she gave him a bit of breathing room in his jeans.

"I know you can get bigger than that," she purred and nipped gently at the bat's neck.

Dysphoria melting away, the bat uncrossed his arms and stopped hiding his chest and he shifted his hips out a bit more toward the lynx.

With her free hand, she shimmied the bat's jeans down a bit, giving her better access to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She tugged the waistband forward and reached in, taking out the small, firm packer and tossed it over her shoulder onto the bed.

The bat's eyes widened at the sudden void between his legs, before he could open his mouth to question or protest the lynx slipped the larger packer in its place, gently rubbing it against the bat's clit. She let the elastic waistband snap back back against his body. He opened his eyes and looked down at the bulge between his legs, now twice the size it was just a moment ago.

The lynx ran her paw pads over the large bulge dropping down to her knees slowly as she locked eyes with the bat. She ran her long, pink tongue over the firm bulge, her textured tongue making a faint scritch that sent chills shooting throughout the bat's body.

"I knew you could get bigger than that," she said, rubbing the sides of her face and muzzle against the rock solid mound between the bat's legs. The thin fabric of the underwear, already too small for the bat's thick and muscular thighs, strained and pulled, nearly tearing the threads of the boxer briefs.

The small bat writhed and moaned from the skillful touch of the devious lynx, she pinched the packer hard against the bat and his eyes rolled back into his head. While his eyes were closed, the lynx seized the opportunity to lean back on her haunches and grab the largest packer on the bed.

In one swift motion she pulled the waistband of the bat's tight boxer briefs and replaced the packer with the thick, girthy dick nearly eight inches long. This packer had a hollow cupped back with smooth ridges toward the front that lined up perfectly with the bat's swollen clit. She forced his legs apart slightly as she positioned the cup underneath him, spread his outer lips and gently slide his pulsating clit between the raised edges.

The bat rumbled a low growl of pleasure, his wings fluttering and twitching against the wall. He felt the elastic waistband snap against his body again and his eyes flew open, fixated on the struggling threads in the front of his boxer briefs. The flesh-toned silicone was visible through the stretched fabric.

The lynx rose to her feet, pressed her body close to his and ground her hips into the massive bulge. His clit, pressed tightly between the smooth ridges in the hollow cup of the packer, pulsated with pleasure.

And then he felt it.

He felt that small seed of potential release that he had not felt for a long time. Dysphoria and the feeling of an emptiness between his legs had acted as a barrier to his physical pleasure. But now felt it. He felt his clit swell with impending release. The muscles inside of him contracted, sending hot, slick pleasure running down the hollow shaft of the packer. No, his dick. His cock. His manhood. This was his big fucking dick and he was going to get release. He needed release.

"If you stop..." he growled through his ragged, heavy breathing. "I will fucking destroy you."

The lynx sensed the imminent power shift and she slowed her hip gyrations to a complete stop. She took a step back from the bat, his eyes were locked on hers, his eyes dancing with primal male energy. She stripped herself of the cami and thin workout shorts covering her tall, thick frame. Her large breasts lay on her chest, light pink nipples erect, begging for the attention of her mate. She turned around, back exposed to the bat and leaned on the edge of the bed, lifting her tail to display her inviting warmth.

The bat growled deeply, a low rumbling from deep within his chest. Mental barriers about "feminine" parts of his body melted away. As he took a step forward, the sharp sound of torn fabric filled the air.

He looked down and there it was.

His dick, disproportionately large to his small body, stood erect and ready. His excitement continued to pour down from between his legs, through the hollow shaft of his dick and out through the small hole at the tip. A warm drop on his bare foot caught him by surprise and he looked down to see the physical depiction of the vision in his mind. His true self. His dick. His cock. Hard and ready, dripping hungrily as it is teased by the sight of the awaiting warmth of the lynx's most intimate place.

The lynx drank in the sight of her mate as she watched him fit the puzzle pieces together. A sense of pride and joy spread throughout her body as she watched her mate see himself as the man she always saw him as.

"Well come on then," the lynx teased, flicking her tail up and down seductively.

"Are you man enough?"