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Jayda Ripley in... Protein Shake

By Danath

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"C'mon, two more reps! You can do it! Push!"

The tall white tigress leaned over the bench press as more encouraging words poured past her plump black lips. Her long pink hair, currently held back by a neon green headband, hung past her shoulder blades as she kept her paws lightly on the bar, controlling the wobble as the exhausted male polecat struggling to finish his final set.

An overly tight sports bra in a gaudy shade of pink crossed with slanted black stripes hugged the tigress's prodigious chest, partly containing the large, white-furred swells that managed to squeeze up and out over the seams of the bra. Her hard, bare belly showed off the hints of her six-pack even through all the soft white fur. Lower still, a matching pink and black pair of stretchy workout shorts squeezed and strained to contain the tigress's ample rump in the back. In the front, an obscene male bulge stretched out and over, so that the outlined length ran down beneath the grapefruit-sized balls jostling on top of her powerful thighs. The bulge stretched outwards over the polecat's face, swamping his nostrils with the warm and musky scent of the feline's arousal.

"There you go... that's it!" Jayda said, her voice a pleased purr. She helped the polecat rack the bar before taking a step back. "Great job today. Really pushed yourself, Sycamore!"

The polecat's eyes followed the massive bulge as it withdrew before flicking briefly up towards the feline's face, past the swollen mounds of her chest.

"Th-thanks, Jayda! I've been doing all the exercises at home you told me."

"Great!"

Heavy hooves strode across the cement floor, carrying the feline towards her duffel on the floor nearby. Besides showing off more of the tigress's fondness for bright colors, the fluorescent green and pink silicone shoes muffled the clop of her hooves and protected them from chips or scratches. Longer, wispier white fur draped around the jet-black kerotin, forming well-manicured fetlocks.

The tiger had close to a hundred pounds in weight on the shorter polecat. Sycamore was new to the gym, a recent addition. Apparently he was a famous singer, but Jayda treated all her clients the same - fame didn't matter to her, only results. So far, she was pleased with the polecat's progress. He'd entered the gym a few weeks ago looking pretty average, and already he was starting to show some tone in his arms and chest. Naturally slinky and long of torso, his relatively short legs meant extra work on the treadmill, while Jayda was sure his long belly could end up being a veritable canvas to show off her handiwork.

Maybe having famous clients would help her get more business, she thought. Could be upsides to dealing with the extra paparazzi. When it came down to it, though, the tigress knew the only way to prove anything was with results.

Jayda chatted with Sycamore about the new exercises she wanted him to do at home or on his tour bus or whatever he was living at the moment on the way into her gym's only locker room. She drank from a sports bottle full of a rich protein drink as she walked, taking slugs between words. All the while, the polecat's eyes drifted from her chest to her hips as he half-listened to the feline's advice.

"By the way," she said, following the polecat to his locker, "where's your shake?"

"Oh, I have it in my locker," Sycamore said.

When he opened the door, however, the only items inside included his clothes, a bag, and a phone - no bottles.

"C'mon, Sycamore - this is the third time you've forgotten," Jayda said. "You gotta make sure you replace the energy you're using when you work out right away so your body can burn it most efficiently."

"Sorry, Jayda. I'll remember next weoof!"

The tigress's paw shot out and grabbed the polecat by his shirt, dragging him forward until the fit white tigress's chest pressed up against his own. Her half-hard maleness squeezed into his belly, making his own maleness quiver - he'd been rock hard since he walked through the doors.

"Looks like we're going to have to extend our training session today to make sure you get your protein," the feline said, lips parting into a broad smile. "As a professional trainer, I can't in good conscience send you out of here without one!"

The polecat's eyes widened as the feline's fingers wrapped around his head and shoved him downwards, sliding his muzzle across her belly before the fat bulge trapped in her shorts pressed beneath his chin and against his neck.

"Fortunately, I have a substitute drink for you... hope you won't mind that it's served warm..."

A large set of neon pink claw tips dragged the waistband of her swollen shorts out and down, revealing no underwear beneath, only the musky and damp length of ebon horseflesh jutting out and over a pair of rotund, coconut-sized orbs. As the shorts fell to her ankles, the tip of the semi-flaccid shaft flexed upwards, lifting rapidly as the tigress's other paw tugged the polecat's neck back and muzzle up. Sycamore's own small paws and claws wrapped around the feline's hamstrings as she leaned over him, grinding the fat tip of her maleness along his open lips until his cheeks filled with the girth of her rapidly growing maleness.

"I made this one... special... for you!" the tigress growled, both paws moving the sinuous and flexible ferret into position beneath her oversized horsecock.

Sycamore's eyes bulged as she pumped forward, grinding in with a steady and smooth thrust that filled and stretched his throat all the way down into his chest. The ferret's claws dragged through Jayda's black stripes and white fur as he felt his body pushed down until his butt sat flat on the floor between his ankles. The feline's round and pert rump lifted into the air, dragging each inch right back out, now covered in a healthy coating of saliva. The ferret's nostrils dripped with pre-cum already as the growing length twitched in the air, only the tip plugging up the ferret's dark brown muzzle. The rest of him, a lighter shade of tan, undulated into the next thrust, getting more used to the power and force the feline exerted, the inexorable grind of her fearsome length driving any thought of disobedience far from the mind. The ferret's eyes squeezed closed as she pulled him up by his shoulders, thrusting at the same time, a visible bulge distending his chest and belly as she plowed into his body and held him there.

His squirms increased as his shirt and shorts drew tight, further outlining the obscene length pumping deep inside of him. His legs kicked back before hanging down as the feline's hips pumped forward harder and faster, mimicking one of the exercises for which she became so famous. As her hips went forward, her shoulders and arms went back - and pulled the ferret's slender arms along for the ride, pinning him muzzle-first into the plump, stretched, white-furred sheath at the base of her titanic maleness.

Jayda groaned as she pumped, sliding the ferret half-off each time before taking him as deep as she could with the next motion. Her sheath tingled as she felt the stretched male's breath coming in gasps. Her cock twitched, flexing wildly, and she leaned forward, dropping her swollen breasts onto the ferret's backside.

"Oh, now that won't do," she said, feeling the twitching of the polecat's tail along her sports bra. "Here, let's fix that."

The tigress leaned back and tugged her sports bra down with one paw until it snapped back up beneath the huge orbs, each capped in a black nipple floating in a lush sea of white fur. The other paw grasped the polecat, still struggling in mid-air, legs hanging down past his rapidly filling belly, and twisted.

Sycamore's mind blanked for a few long moments as he felt the massive rod inside his belly rotate. When he could focus his vision again, he stared up at the dark underside of the towering feline's enormous sac, only for the twin orbs to come swinging forward and slide against his face, blocking out any light as the rich, musky feline scent worked its way deep into his smeared and messy pelt. Her rhythm picked up as she leaned forward, and Sycamore struggled all the more as her plush breasts dragged across his aching member.

"Even though you keep forgetting your protein shakes, I think you've been making good progress," Jayda purred, her voice only slightly distorted with a few grunts as her thrusts picked up speed. The whap-whap-whap of her massive testicles bouncing off of the ferret's narrow face echoed through the locker room, drawing more than a few awed stares from passers-by. "So, I think you deserve a reward."

Sycamore was already getting his reward, he was sure. Upside down, suspended in air by the power of the muscular, oversexed queen of exercise? Choking every fantastic inch of her maleness as she bathed his permanently cumming shaft with her infamous tits? No, he was getting plenty of reward already. Whatever the tigress could plan was mere icing on the cake.

Or ferret, in this case.

The next few minutes saw Sycamore's shoulders hitting the lockers, then the bench, then the showers as the feline tested out a few positions and moves on the gurgling, bloated tan and brown polecat. An appreciative crowd of gym-goers gathered by this time, a few surreptitiously filming while others just watched, struggling not to openly masturbate as the feline leaned over, legs spread, massive rump on full display from behind. Her silicon-clad hooves scraped across the cement as she held the ferret down to her root, still pumping and grunting and flexing, distending his belly belly larger and larger with every passing moment of increasing lust.

It was nothing compared to the explosion that followed. Jayda's head tipped back and her chest shoved down, completely surrounding the ferret's decently-sized, if relatively tiny, maleness. At the same time, a gush of thick white syrup forced its way through the feline's fat pipe, even past the constrictions of the ferret's throat, before spurting out in waves deep into his belly. The gym-goers around the pair watched with amazement as the ferret's belly visibly bulged and stretched outwards with each huge blast of seed.

Cum poured from under the polecat's tail, out the corners of his muzzle, his nostrils - though his nostrils were mostly plugged by the huge, roiling horsenuts draping over them. He drained barely enough to keep up with the feline, eventually arriving at a loose sort of equilibrium. His stomach rose several feet high, enough to lift Jayda's huge breasts high into the air. She wrapped her arms around the polecat's distended, light tan stomach as she wiggled her hips, making sure to milk the last few bucketloads of tigerjizz into his hungry throat.

Though she couldn't see it, she could hear a loud, wet "smack" on the other side of the polecat's stomach and grinned as she watched the amazed reactions of a few cute little rabbit-bois peeking at her from around the corner of a bank of lockers. Locking eyes with one of the trio, she made sure to pump a few extra times into the polecat's gluttonous figure as the loud, wet smacks echoed again and again.

It wasn't until a few minutes later when the feline dragged her satisfied length free of Sycamore's jaws, stuffed it halfway back into her soaked shorts, and tugged her sports bra back up around her achingly hard nips that she could walk around the rotund figure of her client and examine her handiwork.

The reward was a substantial growth between the ferret's legs. The dark brown sac was as big as both of the male's paws clasped together, while a proud pink length arced forward and slapped against the floor, lazily expelling a blast of cum - at this point, mostly the feline's. It was long enough to stretched to his nipples when it laid against his torso and well past his short legs when pointed the other way.

Jayda licked her lips and flicked her tail, wrapping the tip around the polecat's shaft, earning a sizeable load and a loud yowl of pleasure from behind the jiggling wall of stretched fur.

"See you next week, Sycamore. Don't forget to do those exercises I taught you. And bring your protein shake next week - I've got plans for a new workout that involve you being able to stand up afterwards."

The polecat gurgled a response, cut short by another yowl as Jayda's flexible tail coiled and uncoiled around the polecat's sensitive, newly enlarged maleness.

"And now if you'll excuse me, I see my 3 o'clock clients are here a bit early and looking for a warm-up," Jayda purred.

The feline strutted back down the row of lockers and turned into the main aisle, leaving Sycamore to drain on his own, and smirked as she saw three sets of ears peeking out from a bank of lockers towards the showers.

Those three bunnies were part of some boy band or something. Jayda wasn't sure. Additional canvases to showcase her ability as a personal trainer, at least.

"All right, boys," the tigress rumbled, disappearing behind a bank of lockers while tugging her still half-hard, still dripping shaft from her shorts, "I've had some good results today and I expect nothing less from the three of you. Now, get to cleaning! Extra protein will do you shrimps good!"