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Measure of a Man

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Negative Theory

**WARNING: This story contains: hyper, big cock and balls, muscles, excessive cum, size theft, gender theft, twinks, cunt boys, cock vore, and all that good stuff. If you aren't 18, squeamish about any of that, or just don't like my writing, then you might as well go find something else to read. Don't know why you clicked on it if you didn't like me though... Whatever! Enjoy!

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"Okay, so this must be the place," Manny whispered to himself as he approached the front door of the rather tiny, ill kept house, with tall grass and weeds filling the yard and vines crawling up the walls. The tiger fished the phone out of his designer jeans again, and scrolled till he got to the message. Address: 874 19th Street... so here he was. And just below the text off the address was a picture of what he came for: a massive pair of balls, dark brown leathery orbs with a huge fat sheath on top. The whole package was gigantic in the photo, the water bottle casually laying on the messy sheets next to them looked miniscule, like you could fit it and a few others inside that sheath and barely cause a dent.

It must have been a trick, Manny thought after the shock of the picture wore off. Photoshopped or just a funny camera angle. No one could have a dick or balls that big.

Yet, here he was. Six foot five of finely sculpted tiger man, the work of years in the gym and a career as a model. His expensive compression shirt clung to every muscle and curve of his body: a flex would have ripped the sleeves had it not been made of synthetic materials designed to conform to his body.

Manny walked up to the door, his heart beating as he felt electro trance music start to vibrate the sidewalk and his entire body. His courage starting to falter. What if the picture was real? What if this stallion, Eamon (interesting Celtic name), was really that big? Manny was well hung himself, a good foot long with tennis balls in his sac, but nothing compared to that picture.

Part of him was embarrassed. Suddenly self-conscious and insignificant, despite the fact there were guys and girls who he had been with that couldn't have sex with him because he was "too big."

But another part of the tiger, his slutty, submissive side, wanted to crawl right up into that sac and nuzzle those balls...

Manny took a deep breath, pulled upon the screen door, and knocked on the cheap wooden door behind it. No answer. The music was pretty loud, so he knocked again, louder.

"Come in! Party's started!" a voice called from inside.

Manny pushed the other door open, and his body, nostrils especially, were immediately hammered by heat, sweat, musk and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

"Get in here!" a voice called from the other room. "Manny, right?"

"Y-yeah!" The tiger said, kicking off his shoes into a pile of other ones. He didn't expect there to be a party. He thought it was just a get together for a quickie from the text messages he got. Manny didn't mind a threesome or a full fledged orgy, though he would have liked some heads up first.

The building was dark, with only some dim red light bulbs to provide some illumination. Manny stepped over piles of pizza boxes, beer cans, empty bottles. This guy was a slob... or the party was already getting really rowdy.

Manny pushed aside a kitschy bead curtain and was standing in the living room. On one wall, a massive TV, bigger than any Manny had seen before, was playing some cheesy porno, with a big dicked stallion plowing some vixen with guttural moans and gasps and groans. Manny looked the other way, to see a massive bed of pillows and sheets that took the place of couches and chairs.

And a massive, muscular black stallion in the middle, totally nude with a beanball sized sac spreading his thighs apart, and a sheath that looked like it could fit Manny's entire head in. He had to be close to eight feet tall, and built like a prize winning bodybuilder, with thick pecs that his muzzle sunk into, biceps with pulsing veins and a deeply etched eight pack abs. And all over his body, deep red tattoos or dyed fur or a mixture of both criss-cross the stallion's body, forming patterns and runes all over.

"Manny! Hey there sexy kitty," the horse, who must have been Eamon said, his voice a deep rumbling bass. "Boys, say hi to our new friend here,"

Two other guys, a German shepherd and a fox, who were about the same size as the tiger in stature and build, were cuddled up in either arm of Eamon. Just as naked as the day they were born, the dog was slowly grinding his hard cock against the horse's thigh while sniffing the stallion's pits, while the fox was groping the arm around him, feeling the abs with another hand, and suckling on the stallion's nipple like a baby. They both looked up long enough to give a smile and some words of welcome, before they went back to worshipping and making out with the giant stallion's body.

Eamon laughed. "They sure do seem to like me, don't they." The horse looked up, locking eyes with Manny. "Well, kitty, aren't you going to join us?"

Every instinct in the tiger's body told him to run. This was beyond weird, beyond sanity. How the hell was this horse still alive with balls so big that he couldn't walk? With a sheath that must have held a tree, not a cock?

But the smells, the sounds, the wet slaps and slurps of the TV and the two smaller men making out, the horse's voice, the horse's eyes, were all coming together as one. A big soft, warm blanket came down on the tiger's mind, making Manny's thoughts hazy, his body susceptible to the horse's suggestions.

Manny took a step forward, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt and taking the tight fighting elastic off his upper body, before tossing it to the side. Another step, and his fingers fumbled with his jeans, trying to undo the button, pull down the zipper and rip off his pants all at once. But once his leggings were out of the way, and his boxers were off and around his ankles and his cock at full mast, the orange and black striped cat dived straight for the huge cumorbs and the fat sheath, his prehensile tail swishing and wagging excitedly behind him as he embraced the fat, warm, sloshing balls under him. He nuzzled the leathery folds of the stallion's sheath, before pushing in. His short feline muzzle only had to go a short way in before it hit a hard, throbbing surface inside. Manny's instinct's kicked in, and soon he was licking Eamon's still hidden flare. He began to bump the bloated testicles under him while at the same time using his hands to knead and massage the thick stallion cock holder.

There was a voice, very quiet, very faint, still inside Manny's head. This was wrong. There was something wrong with this stallion. He was too big. Too massive. How had he gotten so massive? It couldn't have been some trips to the gym and a jackpot in the genetic lottery. There was something off about him.

But that voice was so quiet that Manny could drown it out with some lewd, wet slurps inside the stallion's sheath, the gurgle of his balls, the rumbling nicker's and whinny's of pleasure and content.

"Well, that didn't take much," Eamon moaned, shifting his ass and making his balls wobble. The three smaller muscle furs refused to be parted with the stallion's body, remaining attached to their chosen spot. "So, boys... how about a bit of magic?"

The three stopped their ministrations and sat up, looking at the big horse with half lidded eyes. Eamon muttered something in Celtic, and some of the horse's runic tattoos began to light up, glowing a bright red and tracing over his pecs, his abs, every muscle in his body, all seeming to focus right around the titanic sheath and balls. Being the closest, Manny got to watch as the horse's sheath began to widen, and the first few inches of horsemeat began to slip out. The dick that began to come out put the well endowed, foot long member of the tiger to shame before the flare had even finished coming out: it was even wider than Manny's cock was long.

But that just made it hotter. Manny could feel drool running down his cheek as he stared at the monstrous fuckstick.

Inch after inch, foot after foot of thick horsecock snaked out the bottomless sheath, pushing up against Manny and making the tiger shuffle back on the bed as more and more of the horse's cock spilled out. After four feet and Manny finally having to stand on the ground, only then did the medial ring slip out of the fat sheath with a slick pop! There had to be even more schlong tucked inside the horse. It was insane how big this horse was, how he didn't just pass out from lack of blood in his body as his cock began to grow and harden.

It was so hot. Manny was dripping precum like a faucet.

"So, kitty," Eamon rumbled, making Manny look up from the colossal dick in front of him to the horse. The g-shep and fox had went back to town, suck on the stallion's nipple, sniffing his armpit, humping and grinding their foot long, tiny dicks against the huge stallion. "Want to go first?"

Manny looked back down at the black snake in front of him. There was a moment when Manny tried to figure out what the horse wanted, but then it clicked. The urethra was right at groin height, the cumslit a huge gape, slowly flexing, thick globs of preseed oozing out and dripping onto the floor around Manny's feet. Each drop would have been a full orgasm from a normal person, and here it was just the beginning. What would an actual orgasm from this stallion be like?

Never in a million years would he have thought about fucking a cock... but it was here, and it looked so inviting...

The tiger grabbed hold of either side of the thick, hard flare, widened his stance, and began to rub his own cock against the hole of the body sized stallion prick. It only took a couple of thrusts before his barbed dick slipped right in the lubed passageway.

Manny let out a purring mewl of pleasure as his cock was squeezed and sucked on, the barbs dragging against the passage walls. He knew it shouldn't work like this, but the thought of fucking this stallion's huge cock was too inviting. Manny began to push in, his whole footlong cock easily slipping in. He pulled out a few inches, before slamming home again. Soon Manny had a rhythm going, pistoning in and out, the slick muscular walls constricting and loosing in time with the tiger's thrusts.

"Ohhh, that's a good kitty," the stallion moaned. "Nice and thick, eh?"

"Y-yes," Manny moaned, looking up into the deep eyes of the stallion.

"But it really isn't much to look at, is it? Not compared to me now, eh?" Eamon said.

The tiger shuddered. "N-no," he whimpered.

The horse grinned. "You really don't need that now, do you? What would you do with such an insignificant dick? After this, you'd think the biggest cock on a porn star was too small, right?"

Manny felt a tingle run through his body. The voice of caution and reason was back, panicking now. Something was wrong. Something was happening...

But the tiger was in such a lusty, hazy state of mind he couldn't even figure out what was wrong.

But how could this be wrong? It was fucking amazing. The greatest feeling he ever had before! How could it be wrong if it felt so good?

"Why don't you let me worry about that now, huh?" Eamon muttered, his deep voice drowning out the quiet protests and worries in Manny's mind. "Why worry yourself with feeling so... small, tiny, when you can just... let me do it?"

Manny's body trembled again. He shuffled his legs as he kept fucking that huge dick. He didn't pull out so far now, just an inch or two from the dick, before grinding his crotch into the horsecock. It sounded nice, just staying here, doing what this massive hunk of a man asked him to do...

"Just let me worry about the cocks and balls," Eamon rumbled. "You just worry about being a cute little boy for me, while the man does things. That sounds good, right?"

"Yes," Manny moaned. His arms trembled as he tried to hold onto the flare. It was so big, so massive, it was hard to keep a grip. His strength was sapping away. Exhaustion? Kind of, but not quite. Like his energy and body was being limited and capped, siphoned away...

"So you want to be my little boy, ready to serve me whenever I need?"

"Yes," Manny said, louder this time.

"Not to worry about being too small for the ladies or guys? Just be perfect for handling this hunk of masculinity?"

"Yes!" Manny shouted in a ragged gasp, grinding his hips into the stallion's dick as hard and as fast as his tiring body could. His voice seemed to have gone up an octave, though Manny barely noticed.

"You'll be a good boy for me," Eamon said. "Just let it all go."

As if on command, Manny's hips went forward one more time with a wet squelch. The tiger trembled as an orgasm rocked his entire body, making the tiger's legs nearly give out as he fucked the stallion's cock.

"Oooh, that's a good boy," Eamon grinned, his cock flexing and throbbing. "You were a good boy, little kitty."

Manny stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor with a groan, landing on his tail. He only let out a startled mew, but couldn't get himself up. He was exhausted. He was worn out. He was entirely drained.

The tiger reached down to give a couple more strokes to his cock, but his hand missed. He moved it back to try, but missed it again. With groggy eyes, he looked down.

His dick was gone. All twelves inches of his cock, along with the balls, had vanished. In it's place, a large slit, drooling seminal fluids from his crotch. Not only that, but his muscular body: his thick arms, his large thighs, his abs, his chest, all deflated and gone. Manny had been turned into a thin, twinky cunt-boy.

Manny starred in incomprehension for what seemed like hours, trying to figure this out. His fingers began to trace where his dick was, playing with the vagina he now had. More femjuice leaked out as he did, and a shiver of pleasure ran through his body as he did so, but it just felt... foreign.

He glanced up at the TV on the other side of the room. He had forgotten of its existence while slobbering and sucking on Eamon's sheath, but he watched in amazement now as a big boob bimbo wolf was railed by a well hung stag (though, still only a fraction of Eamon's size.) Where before he would have been the deer, now he was the wolfess, just a receptacle for men.

But it felt right too. Manny could never really be considered a man anymore. Eamon was the man. Huge, muscular, powerful, virile. He was man enough for twenty, thirty, fifty people at once. Manny had no right to call himself a man anymore. He was a boy. A boy whose only goal was to serve men. The man. Eamon.

Manny rolled over, and began to shuffle crawl to the bed, where the fox and g-shep were still making out with parts of the stallion's body. Manny groaned as he pulled himself onto the bed. He was so tiny, just slightly taller than stallion's cock, which was only half out of it's sheath at four feet. Manny returned to his place at the sheath, nuzzling and licking the leathery folds, fondling the boulders underneath.

"Hey, puppy," the stallion said, turning to the German Shepherd. "I think it's your turn."

The canine got to his feet with a leap, and nearly bounced off the bed right to where Manny had been standing moments before, tail wagging and tongue lolled out and excitedly panting. Had he even noticed what happened to Manny, or had he been so engrossed before that he didn't even notice what happened to the tiger? Did he even care? Did he want to give away his manhood so readily? Manny personally didn't care: he was so far gone, thoughts of what others would think, and how this all happened had long since been banished from his mind. He accepted what he had become, and only to serve Eamon.

The dog was much quicker, going straight to fucking the stallion's urethra. Eamon began to mutter Celtic phrases that simply lulled Manny into a lusty daze, making the runes over his body that had been slowly fading to dull read flash to life again, and the dog began to reply much like Manny had, in a trancelike state. It seemed normal now, just fine.

Within moments, the G-shep had knotted the stallion's cumhole, and as he continued rutting, he slowly turned from a football player to a male cheerleader, with barely any muscle on his body, thin as a post, and not much more than five and a half feet tall. With a whimpering howl, his body gave out with an orgasm, and just like the tiger, he had been turned into a femboy.

Manny, with a front row to the action, felt the horse's cock and body shift, growing, expanding. His massive balls surged larger, the vats of cum inside sloshing and gurgling, begging to be released. He looked up, to see Eamon sprawled out, tongue out and moaning as an inch or two was added to his height, a few more pounds of muscle packing his muscles and cock. But the dog was still happy, still pleased even as he fingered his cunt, moaning and whimpering as he climbed back up onto the bed, cradling himself into the stallion's arms.

The fox barely needed instructions, already scrambling to the edge of the bed to have the last bit of fun he was ever going to have with his cock. The fox must have been really pent up, because it wasn't long before his body began to dwindle in size as the stallion gained some more size, and the kit had lost his package and was turned into a receptacle for the stallion.

"Well, that was fun boys," Eamon rumbled as the twinky vixen looked over his new body parts. "But I think it's time to put my new toys to use, eh?"

The three were salivating, begging for Eamon to use them first. The stallion grinned as he watched the three little twinks try to get his attention, before he grabbed hold of the lithe fox and pulled him up to his chest. Manny and the G-shep moaned in disappointment, though both knew they would have their fun in time.

"Now, we got to get you ready," Eamon told the fox. A thick finger was pushed up into the fox's cunt with a wet squelch as the dripping fox pussy lubed it up, and he began to toy with the fox's new addition. A second finger, and a third, until his whole hand was inside the fox. The fox writhed and moaned, cumming over the stallion's arm as Eamon's arm went deep enough inside the fox to see through his flat tummy.

"It's not really a vagina," Eamon said to all three of them as he moved his muscular hand, twice as big as a normal bodybuilders. "Just a hole for me to fill up. I don't really need kids when I got you lovelies to keep me entertained," he said to no-one but himself: none of them really cared except for getting fucked. "But I got to get you ready for my dick, because it's going to be a doozy!"

The fox was moaning so loud he could not have heard the giant stallion. Using his free hand, Eamon managed to arranged the little fox until he was muzzle to muzzle with the stallion, still with a fist deep inside him.

Eamon slipped his hand out of the fox's cunt with a wet slorp, making the fox moan and whine now. Manny looked up from his spot with the stallion's balls to see just how gaped open the fox was, virtually hollow and slick with lube, and begging to be plugged.

The stallion said a rumbling Celtic phrase, making his red runes glow even brighter. Manny gasped as he felt the stallion's dick surge, the last few feet of giant horsecock slipping out of his sheath and growing hard, defying gravity by lifting up into the air. Eight feet tall, so wide that Manny could only just get his arms around the huge pole. Manny could only whimper at the fact that he didn't get to ride it first.

Then the huge cock began to fall down, landing with a heavy smack on the back of the fox. The kit jumped as the huge log fell heavily on his back, throbbing and pulsing in time with Eamon's mighty heart. But the fox quickly scrambled up from under the meaty log, and tried to position himself, sitting on the fat, flat flare.

"Here, allow me," Eamon said, grabbing hold of both ankles, and, while chanting and making his runes glow even brighter red, gave a tug down.

The fox's slit gave no resistance, and the huge cock easily pierced the little twink c-boy and he had the first orgasm of the night. The fox gave out a loud, high pitched moaning scream as he was invaded by a dick that was bigger than he was, but still Eamon pulled the fox down over his cock, stretching the fox's stomach out more than even his massive fist had.

Manny and the German shepherd could only watch with wide eyes as the fox was ravaged so utterly and completely, impaled on a spike that even the biggest bottom size queen would have thought was too much. But still, foot after foot of thick black and pink horse cock went in to the vixen, stretching and straining and never letting go.

"Fuck, your tight," Eamon grunted as the fox's stomach began to reach past his head, while still a few inches from the medial ring. Already the fox's white and red belly that was so tightly wrapped around the hyperphallus like a condom was starting to bloat as the stallion's pre began to fill up and take whatever space it could. "Nothing you can't handle though, right?"

The kit could only give a whimpering bark of a reply as Eamon got the fox lodged up against the medial ring. With another forceful tug, and a wet splorch, the fox's cunt stretched even wider to take the bulging halfway point of the stallion.

Manny was drooling by now as he watched his stallion master utterly destroy the fox he never learned the name of. But that was fine. Manny was starting to forget his own name as he watched this ridiculously lewd act take place before him, and his cunt was leaking again as he watched. The g-shep next to him got a bit adventurous, and stuck a couple fingers into Manny's slit, making the fox moan, and reciprocate after groping for the canine's useless vagina. They leaned into each other and began to passionately kiss, breaking away every few moments to watch the impossible, incredibly sexy sight in front of them.

Still foot after foot of the horse cock still pierced the fox until, against all odds, the fox's stretched and abused and leaky cunt was pressed up against the bottom of Eamon's dick, slicking the stallion's sheath and balls with fox cum. The entire time, the fox had cummed again and again, body shaking and writhing as he reached his orgasmic peak, plateaued, then came again.

"Fuck!" Eamon rumbled as he grabbed the fox's hip's, and began to lift the fox up over his slick, lubbed cock, before ramming him back down. "I'm not really going to get to do this much more am I before I cum, huh?" Neither the fox, the tiger, or the g-shep could answer the horse.

Eamon continued to use the fox toy as best as he could, lifting him up a foot or two, before slamming it down again. He kept repeating over and over, grinding his teeth as his huge cock was squeezed by the ridiculously stretched fox, each time adding another sloshing gallon or two into the cum dump.

"Fuck, you are so fucking tight," Eamon said. "Well, you've done a good job, so I'm going to reward you." The stallion started yet another spell in his ancient language.

Before it was even over, the stallion's balls were heaving and splurging, the thick cock growing even wider, the flare at the top growing insanely wide and stretching the fox's stomach even more.

And then the dam broke. Suddenly the fox's stomach bulged as a huge amount of stallion cum filled him. And then again. And again. The fox condom gurgled and seed soon forced its way through his mouth and nose, and still the stallion continued to cum. The fox was turned from an eight foot long cock sleeve to a blimp with a swimming pool's worth of seed, and still getting bigger by the moment. The stallion sat up and rotated as the over-inflated spunk balloon pulled his dick down, forcing Manny and the dog to evacuate off the bed to avoid being covered by a red and white cum dump. The fox landed right where Eamon had been before, just many times larger, and all of it cum. And still he inflated larger, now the size of a small car, filling up the whole bed. And there the fox lay, passed out, cum dripping from his insanely stretched ass and mouth.

"Ho boy!" Eamon gasped, as his cock started to go soft, and he slid himself out of the fox, eight feet of half hard, slicked up cock lewdly slurping it's way out.

"Well, that was good," the stallion said. "And good to finally stand up again! Get so pent up I can't move." He looked over to the lust filled eyes of Manny and the German shepherd. "And now you two," the stallion said. "So, I've just dumped all the cum I had, from your useless dicks and just a few hours of my production, into the kit there. So I have nothing left to give to you two."

Manny gave out a disappointed mewl as the dog whined.

"So one of you will need to fill me to fill the other," the horse said. "Who wants it?"

Now came the dilemma that both slavering sex fiends had to wrestle with. They both wanted to be used by Eamon. They both wanted to serve Eamon. They both wanted to be turned into a cum dump by Eamon. So who was going to do what?

And what did Eamon mean by recharging?

"I-I want to," the g-shep finally whispered.

"What was that?"

"I want to serve you, to fill you up again," the dog said.

The horse grinned. "It's your lucky day kitty. I'm going to make you even bigger than the fox by the time we're done." He turned to the dog, giving yet another musical, lewd chant of Celtic and hefting up his huge cock as he did so. "And you are going to enjoy this as well."

Manny had no idea what it meant to fill up Eamon. They had already given away their tiny dicks before, so how could possibly hope to refill the stallion?

The tiger got his answer as the puppy reached forward for the huge flared head of stallioncock, and stuck his hand straight in to the cumslit.

"Oh, very forward aren't you?" the stallion grinned as his titanic body shuddered. "Well, you seem to know what your doing, so why don't you crawl on in there?"

The dog gave a bark of excitement, and he pushed his second arm into the pre-lubed shaft, spreading the thick cock wide enough to get his shoulders in, and then pushed his head in. The cock began to throb and pulse, and even tugged it's meal, sucking the five foot five canine into the cavernous tunnel.

Manny couldn't help himself. He stood up, positioning himself behind the dog, and helped push the dog in, making Eamon moan as his cock was stretched wider, faster.

"Kitty excited, huh?" Eamon gasped as Manny helped push the rest of the torso into the huge cock. "I bet, huh? Going to turn you so big, you'll fill the rest of the living room!"

The thought was enough to make Manny orgasm, slick fluid dripping down his inner thigh and making his legs week as he pushed the dog into the giant cock right up to his paws. With a final shove, the gaping cumslit closed over the last bit of the canine's body.

Manny watched in fascination as a huge bulge was sucked down by the stallion's cock much like a snake, working its way down the half hard log of cock to the sheathe until Eamon's balls began to stretch, arms pressing against the thick walls, followed moments later by the rest of the dog's body.

"Fuck," Eamon moaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he felt at the dog shape in his balls that soon lost any recognizable features. The dog began to melt into cum, and made his orbs bloat even larger than before. "I got to do that more often."

Manny whimpered, feeling his cunt leak. He needed that. He need his stallion to fuck him hard and deep, to turn him into a balloon. A cum dump. A blimp.

Before even Eamon was ready, Manny grabbed the huge flare, and started to impale his slit over the flared head.

"Whoa boy!" Eamon said, pulling his cock back and making Manny fall to the floor on his hands and knees, his cunt visible for all to see.. "Can't just go ahead and take me like that! I need to get ready first."

Manny whimpered as the stallion began to say out another spell, making his runes flash back to bright red, making his cock jump and harden again.

"But you want this, huh?" Eamon said, as he reached forward and grabbed Manny's hips and lifted it up until it was level with his cock.

Manny gave a barely restrained moan of lust pleasure.

"Then I'll make this quick," the stallion grinned, and chanted again, making his runes light up even brighter until the horse's black fur and features were lost in a red, demonic haze.

Suddenly he thrust his whole eight foot cock right into the tiger, hilting in one move, making Manny cry out, a wordless shout of a mixture of pain, lust, desire, begging and determination as his stomach was stretched, the horse's cock touching the ground through orange and black fur.

"Impatient, you are," the stallion said, slipping the tiger a few feet off his cock, leaving a strange empty feeling in the stretched belly. "But that's fine. I want to turn you into that fox. But bigger. Bigger than the fox. Bigger than anything!"

The tiger gave out another as the horse pulled him down again, and suddenly the felt the tidal wave washing through his body. The digested dog, the horse's batter production of just a few minutes, and who knew what magic reserves he tapped into quickly filled Manny, turning the tiger into a sphere of cum much like the tiger.

But that was just the first cum shot. The second doubled the tiger's volume. The floor under him cracked. His back was pressed up against the roof. The third was just as big: now the tiger's front had nearly reached the wet and musky bed where the fox still lay, and his stomach filled up almost the entire living room. The forth even pushed Eamon backwards into the TV that had been playing porn on loop the whole time, shattering the big screen TV as his huge body impacted it.

"Hell yeah!" Eamon shouted as he filled the tiger. "This is the biggest I've ever gotten one of my boys. Grow kitty, grow!"

Manny was so bloated, so awash in pleasure, he couldn't comprehend anything now. He was just... a cum dump. A magically enhanced stallion's bloated blimp.

And he was fine with that. Just like the fox on the bed, or the g-shep that had been turned into a lake of horse cum.

Manny never even heard what their names were.

But names weren't important. Nothing was important anymore. Just to please the insatiable sexual urges of Eamon.