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Vaughn was trying not to get overwhelmed as he walked up the long path to the mansion's door. The route the housecat was taking was flanked with large heart-shaped topiaries with pink foliage and flowers. Winning a contest like he had meant that he was about to meet a celebrity crush, though that wasn't necessarily what the contest had been about.

The exact wording of the prize was to spend a week of 'Looney Fun' with the Looney Tunes star of his choice. Of course his choice had to be Pepe le Pew. The skunk was suave, handsome, and every movement just reeked of his erotic energy, whether he was starring in a short or just in an interview, or filmed by a fan on their phone. Most toons stood out from the rest of the world around them just by existing, but Pepe...

The cat realized he had been staring dreamily up at his crush's mansion for quite a bit now, and blushed. He walked up the steps, adjusting his shirt and the strap his bag was held on. He'd opted for a button up in order to look a bit classier than what he presumed the average fan was. It also allowed for his throat to be exposed by leaving the top button open, showing off the lighter colored fur there, traveling down to his chest under the fabric.

Once Vaughn was sure he was presentable, he grasped the rose-shaped knocker on the door, and struck it against its plate, sending a knocking reverberating back through him as it split the silence of the doorway.

While the cat was still recovering from the intense tingle left in the wake of the sound waves, a voice could be heard in the entrance hall on the other side. A deeper pitched voice than the one the cat was expecting, but with the same smooth French accent. "No need to worry, mon cousin. I weel get ze door." The scarlet door swung open inward, revealing the beautiful frame of not Pepe but

"Pitu le Pew?" Vaughn blurted out before he realized what he'd done.

"Oui." The muscular skunk was wearing a casual tank top, which hardly could hold on around his broad chest and was cropped before it became too loose at his narrow waist. His hair covered his eyes as usual, but that was no hamper to a toon's eyesight. "I am, 'ow you say, staying with mon cousin while I am in town for fashion week, non?"

Ever since his one appearance in a Sylvester and Tweety show, Vaughn had heard Pitu had shifted his career into male modeling. It was rare that toons got far in such a 'realism'-focused field, but the triangular torso of the masculine skunk was considered a boon to the designers he worked with. And needless to say, the muscular male was also a crush of the cat's.

Vaughn stammered a little bit. "I... oh, that's this week?" Out of the corner of his eye, just beneath one of Pitu's powerful looking arms, the feline caught sight of movement.

Walking fluidly and wearing a dressing jacket, the star and owner of the house was on his way to intercept. "Beinvenue, Monsieur Blondetail." He called amicably, his tail swaying and swishing in his wake. "Pitu, do let my guest come inside, s'il vous plait."

The broad skunk grinned and stepped away from the door, giving a clear path into the mansion for the star struck cat. "I was hoping your guest would allow me to 'come inside', mon cousin." Pitu le Pew's hair bobbed atop his muzzle in a way that translated to waggling eyebrows on the far side of the soft white fluff.

The cat in question, a bit flustered by hearing the celebrity skunk say his name, even pronounced 'blon-tah-ee', entered carefully. Vaughn made it until he was far enough inside the entryway for the door to be shut behind him to realize what the hunky mephit had just said. He opened his mouth, not even sure what he was going to say in response to that, when he was interrupted.

Pepe had flanked to the far side of the flesh and blood anthro, so there was a toon skunk to either side, and his tail curled and stroked along the feline's chest. "Zat is entirely up to my guest, non?" He shifted his focus from his cousin to the cat midway through the statement, his large cartoony eyes catching the cat's more 'realistically' sized ones.

Vaughn turned to face the romantic toon star directly, his luggage slumping off of his shoulder and to dangle from one hand just above the floor. "Pepe, I... uh..." He stammered a little.

"Do follow me, mon chat précieux." The star insisted.

The feline swallowed, and jumped a bit as he felt something soft press at the back of his head. Turning showed him that Pitu le Pew had pressed his large chest against him by stepping closer.

The tall mephit smirked and nodded down at the blushing cat. "Do pay attention, little one."

Vaughn could feel his blush radiating off his ears as he turned back towards Pepe, and discovered the skunk was already walking off. The cat lurched forward to follow the undulating tail as it swayed in front of him, the appendage most associated with the mephit's smell. It appeared the toon was able to control that, however. The air within the mansion smelled of rose water.

Watching the tail move, and tracing the striped appendage to the curvaceous male's hips just kept the cat's blush well maintained. He was so well distracted that he didn't realize until Pepe was turning to sit onto the bed that they'd entered the bedroom.

The bed itself was heart-shaped, coated in heavy red silk and large enough for at least five anthros to lie on, sprawled out, without touching. The curtains draped in front of the windows were pink by contrast, and diffused the light coming through them, preventing any meaningful viewing through the glass and just letting the natural light fill the space.

Pepe laid his tail out in a vague semicircle next to his hip, and patted the silk in the opening left by it. "Come sit with me, pretty one."

Vaughn bit his lip, and dropped his bag fully, taking a long step and pivoting to sit into the offered spot. He was greeted by the tail squeezing around his waist and eliminating any remaining space between the anthro and the toon.

Pitu just added to this, sitting next to Vaughn from the other side and scooting forward. One of his legs he brought up onto the bed, matching the curl of his cousin's tail down at the cat's hip, and leaned in until his broad chest pressed on the feline once again. Somewhere along the way he'd lost the tank top.

Pepe nuzzled affectionately at the cat as he leaned in as well, before raising his muzzle to let the other skunk's pressure drive the feline's head against his neck. The toon star rested his head between the practically glowing ears, and he whispered to the caught anthro. "We 'ave some ideas of the 'Looney Fun' you'll enjoy in your time with us, Vaughn."

Vaughn's eyes were half lidded as he just took deep breaths, his snout forced into the silky fur of the skunk's neck, filling his nostrils with the pure... well... masculine scent there. Nothing rank or untoward, beneath the light cologne was just the smell of a male. The cat eventually realized he was asked something, and slightly tilted his muzzle away from being pressed into the soft fur, "Y-yeah...?"

"Oh, zis feline. 'E is like clay to be molded already, mon cousin..." Pitu rumbled low, his voice seeming to come as much from his muzzle as the chest smooshing into the back of the blushing cat's head.

"Now, Vaughn, zis might be a bit, well, odd to someone as, shall we say, inexperienced as you are, in the way of cartoon sexuality." Pepe crooned softly, his larynx vibrating directly against the side of the trapped cat's muzzle. "But we were planning on making someone a big dick for ze week."

Pitu pressed down a bit more firmly, his chest practically wrapping around the side of the housecat's head. "And, while you're 'ere, why not let you partake in ze fun, I 'ave been telling mon cousin."

The cat anthro was still blushing, but his brow furrowed. "A big dick..?"

"I knew it would be 'ard to put into words." Pitu's powerful arm fluidly pulled a smartphone from outside of the tawny male's field of view, turning it on and navigating to the photos app with one thumb.

The celebrity Casanova spoke smoothly. "Do you mind if we share some, 'ow you say, candid pictures...?"

Vaughn slowly shook his head as best he could in the incredibly close pin, his eyes following the action on the model's phone screen.

As the cat watched Pitu opened up a folder in the photo app. The first image was the kind of shot Vaughn had heard about, but had never gotten to see.

On the screen was a pinup of Pepe le Pew, laying out on what was most likely this very bed, but rather than his toon chastity, he was allowing his maleness to be seen, even photographed... Past the sudden impact of seeing the shaft and sac rather than the smooth groin most toons showed in their daily life, was their sheer size. The beautiful maleness travelled up the svelte skunk's torso nearly to his chest, and his balls were large and round, deforming with their weight against the inner thighs that flanked them, belying just how soft they were.

Pitu swiped with his thumb, and a pinup of himself came out. He was flexing, while standing, in a deep lunge. The attention wasn't on his musculature, no matter how impressive it was. His glorious cock was large enough for him to hold like he was dipping a dancing partner, and his balls hung nearly to the floor from their girth as much as their weight.

Vaughn let out an audible shudder. He could do nothing in his pinned position but choose between looking at the digital screen placed right into his field of view and closing his eyes. And there was no way he was going to look away from the utter erotic beauty he was being shown.

"Eet sounds like you are enjoying ze show," Pepe chuckled affectionately. "But 'ow about a few more, mon petit chat?"

Taking the cue, the larger skunk slid his finger to one side again, revealing a casual pose of Bugs Bunny, his 'carrot' standing proud at attention, jutting forth from his groin in an arc, tugged by its own weight down from where his hips would have pointed it. His sac was less visible due to the camera angle and the rabbit's position, seated in an armchair, but what peeked into view told the cat all he needed to know.

The show continued with a familiar black and white cat and friend of the le Pew family, Sylvester. The feline toon was sprawled out atop a large cushion, taking a very lazy pose befitting of his kind, pretending to be uninterested in his turgid shaft laying on the soft fabric in front of him, the swollen glans nearly as red as his button nose. One of his legs was teasingly hiding most of his sac, but the white pouch peeked out from its backside, next to his tail and the other leg.

And yet another photo. Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, with a cock that stretched from a line scratched into the sandy ground to a nicely rendered X similarly etched. In his laying position, one hand was supporting his torso up away from his massive maleness, and the other was holding a sign, with a rough technical drawing showing a line and an x, with a bracket indicating the distance, and a quite impressive count of inches at the bracket's tip.

"S-so... you like to... make your cocks big...?" Vaughn asked softly, still flustered. He was sure by now both had noticed the tent in his pants, straining for freedom since the phone came out.

"In a manner. Pitu, why don't you provide some much needed context for our 'ouseguest?" Pepe placed one of his hands on Vaughn's thigh, dangerously close to the pulsing tent, which sent a shiver up the cat's spine.

Casually, Pitu backed out of the folder, then re-entered to start from the beginning again. "Zis, I believe, is Pepe and Sylvester." He declared over the picture of Pepe lounging, alone on his bed. "Zat is him, n'est-ce pas?" He squeezed the cat a bit tighter, shifting his hips to press his currently toon-smooth groin to the anthro's hip beneath the curve of the smaller skunk's tail.

"Oui, in zis pose." Pepe agreed, and reached a finger in a delicate arc to scroll the album to Pitu practically doing the tango with his immense cock. "And zis would be you with Monsieur Leghorn's canine associate."

Vaughn was still confused, eyes darting around the frame for anyone besides Pitu. "Barnyard Dawg..?"

Pitu chuckled. "Zat is just a nom de plume, chaton." He zoomed in a bit on the image so that his cock filled the frame fully. "But yes, zere he is." He moved to the image of Bugs Bunny. "And 'ere is mon cousin, 'anging out with Bugs, as eet were." Before the cat could ask questions, the muscular skunk had flipped again. "And again, 'ere with Sylvester. A bit of role-reversal can be quite enjoyable, n'est-ce pas?"

"Oh, but 'e really prefers the time spent with you, Pitu, you know zat." Pepe crooned smoothly, seemingly unphased by all of this. He very lightly brushed the screen again with a finger from above once more, taking the album to Wile E's technical pose. "And 'ere you are with Monsieur Coyote. 'E was so proud of ze size you added to 'im."

The cat wriggled a bit. "I... I don't understand." He managed, looking up at the two skunks, brow furrowed.

"Show him the video with Monsieur Leghorn." Pepe ordered his cousin while taking a hand to gently stroke the anthro's cheek, smiling warmly. "Watch, and you weel see what we mean."

By the time Vaughn broke eye contact and turned his eyes back to the phone, it was in another album, and a video was cued up. The first frame was Pepe bent over the arm of a chaise lounge, with the bulk of Foghorn Leghorn behind him, both feathery hands grasping the skunk's attractive curves. It was clearly mid-thrust.

With a tap of the toon's finger, the video began to play. The wet sound of well-lubed sex played on the phone's speakers, along with Pepe's voice providing soft, pleasured gasps and coos. The Rooster in question grunted and hilted firmly, grasping on tightly. At first, it appeared nothing was happening in the video.

Then Vaughn noticed that Pepe's tail was shrinking down. The skunk was shuddering rhythmically where he jutted rigidly from Foghorn's groin. "I say-I say, ya might jus' be my favorite tuh cock, ya hear?" The toon rooster declared, lustily, taking a step away from the chaise lounge. Another step was taken to the side, and suddenly the cat realized just what it was he was seeing.

In the video, Pepe's legs had swollen and rounded out, becoming a massive, heavy sac swinging in front of Foghorn's thighs. As the file continued to play, the suave skunk's arms dwindled and melded into his sides. His whole body began to shrink, and his face smoothly shifted to be more and more cock-like with every moment.

Foghorn's coloration was taking over from the black of the former skunk's body all over his sac, while Pepe's upper body turned fleshy pink, around the same shade as the rooster's tongue, from what glimpses one got of it while he was talking, which was, admittedly often.

Before long, the rooster was standing proud, one hand stroking his enormous member, looking as proud as any of the toons in the photos Vaughn had seen before. Foghorn looked about to say something, then the video file ended and started to replay on its own.

Tapping the screen to stop the replay, Pepe flicked his wrist to indicate the phone was no longer needed. "Now do you understand, mon précieux?"

"Y-yeah." The cat managed, his cheeks burning bright.

The suave skunk smiled broadly and planted a soft kiss on his fan's forehead. "Now, 'ow would you like to go about zis?" Pepe gently stroked a hand along one side of the feline's neck. "And first, most important: Are you interested in joining zis kind of fun?"

Vaughn swallowed, and nodded. "Y-yes. Yes, please."

Pitu pressed close again. "I told you zis one would jump at the chance to be a cock. I could tell from 'is picture." He ground a bit against the cat's clothed hip, no longer seeming quite so smooth as he had just minutes prior.

"Now now, mon cousin." Pepe put up a hand, while the other scooped between the larger skunk and his guest, pulling Vaughn along with him as he scooted down the bed enough that the feline had some breathing room. "'E might want to try having a toon cock 'imself?" The skunk's tail caressed at the now bare side of the cat.

Vaughn stammered. It had begun to sink in just what he had agreed to be a part of. Perhaps it was being asked which role he would prefer, or just his head clearing up a bit from going from two le Pews to one pressed up against him, but his mind was both racing and held fast. His thoughts were a whirlwind and the point he was trying to reach was the eye, tranquil and unreachable to the roaring maelstrom.

The larger skunk pouted audibly, before turning away. "I 'ave to be myself for fashion week, you know zat."

Stroking the side of Vaughn's throat with his hand, the suave, svelte skunk chuckled. "If 'e wants to cock rather zan be cocked, I'll be 'is first."

"Come now, Pepe, 'e was born to be a skunk shaft, a cat to be a pole for a polecat, as eet were." Pitu leaned forward, putting both his hands on the bedding between himself at the feline. "'e only needs to choose which of us 'e wants to adorn, and which 'e wants to pleasure 'im."

"Being a cock 'imself might be too much for 'is first time." The mansion's owner rebutted, annoyance starting to show on his handsome face. "Especially since we are, 'ow you say, throwing 'im in at ze deep end."

Pitu looked about to fire back, when Vaughn stood up from the bed, sending Pepe toppling over from the sudden movement. The cat clenched his fists and practically yowled. "I WANT TO BE A PENIS!"

"Whose?" Both skunks pried, looking to the cat.

Vaughn paused. He hadn't thought that far ahead. He was glad he was facing away from them both so that they wouldn't see his screwed up thinking face. Pepe was caring about making sure he would have a good time this week. That was more than he hoped for. Pitu was needy and a bit greedy. The cat bit his lip, and then perked. A lightbulb popped up over his head.

Pepe reached up to take the toon object. "Oh, we are already rubbing off on you, mon petit chat." He tossed it into a bin labeled 'idea bulbs' next to one of the nightstands. "Does zat mean you 'ave come to a decision?"

The feline turned and nodded. "Yes. I... I want to be Pitu's cock... so you can help me through the process, Pepe." He blushed a bit, fidgeting. His tent had never gone away. "You've been on both sides, and if I were becoming your cock, you might be too distracted to help me along, right?"

"Zat is very responsible of you, Vaughn." Pepe stood, smiling warmly. "I shall guide you on your journey of pleasure." He took one of the cat's hands gently.

Pitu looked a bit confused, but stood up and stretched out, his already quite large maleness on display, since he'd not bothered to smooth it away again since teasing the cat with it. "I 'ope you enjoy spending time in snug posers, mon chaton." The buff skunk in the buff started towards a double door near the desk.

"Come." The smaller mephit stood from the silken bed, and reached out to gently start unbuttoning his guest's shirt. "Eet weel be cleaner if we do zis in mon douche."

Confused for a moment, Vaughn remembered that the term in English had originated with the French word for a shower. He began to help Pepe in undressing him, shuddering as his tent was released and his needy arousal jutted into view. "S-sorry."

"No need for apologies, mon chaton." Pepe smiled, stroking the housecat's ventral fur gently and never quite getting to his loins. "We did put you through ze ringer, did we not?"

The feline nodded bashfully, and started towards the door Pitu had exited the room through, presumably the master bath. He was proven right as he pressed one side of the door open. Exquisitely tiled on wall, floor and ceiling, with several drains set into the floor, the room was clearly designed with messy fun in mind. The toilet itself was set aside in a small, fully walled in stall, to protect it from whatever madness took place in the shower.

What made the space feel all the bigger to the feline was that one wall inside the shower itself was a floor to ceiling mirror. Pitu had posed in such a way that every part of him was visible from the doorway the cat was entering, either via his reflection or a direct look. He reached out and tapped the mirror. "Eet 'as an anti-fog coating. You can watch your change no matter 'ow steamy eet gets in 'ere." He waggled his eyebrows again, which, again, only translated to his heavy bangs wiggling atop the bridge of his muzzle.

"And... it's only the week, right?" Vaughn asked softly, looking back to Pepe. Both skunks had claimed to have been someone else's cock at some point, so presumably it was a temporary change... unless it was a toon thing, like when they get blown up and are fine later...

"At ze longest, mon précieux..." The celebrity assured, guiding the cat over to his cousin. From out of the cat's range of vision, somewhere he couldn't see even in the mirror, Pepe pulled a small glass tub of some kind of purple gel. "Now, zis is ze catalyst for ze cocking." He held the tub out for Pitu.

The muscular skunk took two fingers and scooped into the purple goop, and brought it down to his erection, starting to evenly coat it. "Eet also works as excellent lubrication." Pitu chuckled. "For eet to get to work, I 'ave to 'ilt into zat darling rump of yours, and reach mon petit mort."

Vaughn blinked a bit at that phrasing.

Pepe sighed. "You were perfectly fine using ze English 'to come' earlier, why must you use a phrase zat might alarm mon chaton?"

The housecat's blush returned in force as 'my kitten' was used without being a direct diminutive to himself. He looked bashfully between the two skunks.

Pitu knelt on the tiles, continuing to stroke the purple over his throbbing shaft. "My apologies, petit chat. Come; kneel so I may start to take you." He smiled with masculine assurance.

The smaller skunk took the feline's hands gently. "I am 'ere, mon précieux." Pepe gently guided the cat down to his knees, and gave his hands a squeeze, his tail fluidly flicking and swaying behind him.

Vaughn nodded, flagging his tail to one side as he returned the squeeze, and looked back at the larger mephit.

Pitu put his clean hand on the slender cat's hip, and used that to gently guide, as his gel-smeared hand pointed the fat head of his well-coated shaft to the snug pucker revealed under the long, banded tail. Slowly, the skunk lined right up, until he tip of his member snugly was pressed to that ring of flesh, a quiet squelch of the gel filling every available crevice before excess was pushed out of the way filling the tiled space.

The anthro leaned forward a bit more, holding on tightly to his idol's hands as he felt the heated girth pushing at his backdoor. He looked in the mirror, and saw just how large the dick he was going to have to take to replace it, in comparison to his own, and his hips.

A soft kiss on the cheek distracted the cat from this. "Just relax. If you tense up, eet weel only be 'arder for you." Pepe crooned affectionately. Through all this, the Casanova polecat had not once allowed his own censorables become uncensored. He was such a professional toon, and likely knew that two skunk cocks would just be more intimidating to the feline.

With a grunt, Pitu pressed forward, pulling with his hand on Vaughn's hip. As promised, the gel was a very good lubricant. Either that or spending the time pressed against both toons had been enough time for his body to start having that pliable nature that toons had, if to a lesser degree. The muscular skunk groaned indulgently, stopping a few inches in, before pulling back until just his glans was inside, and then thrust forward again, deeper than before.

"Auuuugnh!" The cat yowled at the deeper intrusion, but knew that Pitu needed to go deeper still, since he hadn't felt the larger skunk's hips press to his rear yet. Another thrust rocked his body, and he closed his eyes, squeezing Pepe's hands tightly. His brow furrowed as the intense sensations reverberated through him, like the big skunk was jabbing his cock into a cat-shaped puddle and sending ripples bouncing around its surface.

Pepe kissed the arch in Vaughn's brow softly, and rested his head atop the feline's own. "Relax and let yourself enjoy eet..." He crooned affectionately, while gently pressing the moaning cat's face against his throat again, remembering how well that subdued him before.

In the meantime, Pitu adjusted his hips and scooted forward with his knees, before resuming his thrusting. His heavy balls were swinging forward and hitting the smaller male's thighs now, but he wasn't quite hilting. He panted with lust and exertion as he worked his shaft in and out over and over again. The muscular skunk gritted his teeth, as his heavy sac tightened up and swung less.

Vaughn breathed deeply of Pepe's scent again, and the tension faded from his expression. At the same time, however, he broke the grip on the celebrity's hands and instead reached to hug the skunk tightly, nuzzling in with a needy chirp. He could feel his peak nearing him rapidly.

The svelte skunk chuckled affectionately and stroked over the cat's back as he was squeezed tight, looking up to Pitu and nodding.

"Finally..." The model breathed out and thrust harder than before, immediately slamming to the hilt. He pulled back and hilted once, twice, three times more, before he stayed that way. His cock twitched and quivered deep inside the fan anthro, as his balls jumped.

Deep inside, the cat felt a warmth spreading from the tip of the cock buried there. The warmth kept spreading, out beyond where cum should have been coating his insides, and down his legs all the way to his toes. Vaughn felt his progress towards his own peak hitch. "Mmnnnhh..?"

Pepe continued to gently stroke, smiling. "Ze process; eet 'as started." His free hand reached down to stroke along Vaughn's chest and belly. His fingers danced across a spot that sent a quiver through the feline.

Pitu closed his eyes, seeming to bask in the sensations he was experiencing, connections forming rapidly. He no longer felt a distinction between his shaft and the inner flesh around it within the cat.

Vaughn gently pressed himself up and away enough from Pepe to look down at himself. He gasped. At his groin, was a bare patch of flesh where his own maleness had been, and the fur on his thighs was turning black, the same black as either skunk's own fur. "W-woah." As he watched, his thighs were swelling, while his calves were dwindling, with his ankles seeming to adhere themselves to the base of his rump.

The intense sensations continued, as any semblance of a skeletal structure gave way below the pelvis, the black pelt on both amorphous legs merging together into a loose, smooth sac containing what had once been his thighs to his knees. They sagged away from the cat's hips, revealing that they had completed their conversion into skunk testes.

The housecat turned to look in the mirror for another view, and gasped as he felt Pitu pivot his hips. The muscular skunk was cheating his pelvis towards the silvered glass, to help his cock-to-be look at himself.

Vaughn felt like he should curl his toes at the intense feelings, but he didn't have toes to curl anymore. Though he did see his sac draw up slightly when he'd tried. The bare spot at the crux between his hips and his new scrotum was starting to spread, his fur vanishing. At the same time his fairly slender body was rounding out, getting a bit narrower hip-to-hip but mostly the flat of his chest and belly were bloating out, forming a curve. The goal was clear. He needed to be rounder to be a proper rod.

Pepe continued to gently stroke, smiling encouragingly. "Zere we go, you are well on your way, mon chaton." He gently took the changing cat's hands again, as his fingers withered down into stubby nubs, more like a feral cat's paws. The skunk kissed one, as the fingers fully smoothed away, and the anthro's arms started to shrink and pull towards his shoulders. The celebrity held onto the hands until they were featureless arms, and then the arms until they had smoothed into either side of the increasingly barrel-like torso of the increasingly cocky fan.

Said former cat panted with his muzzle slightly open, no longer able to see his own sac as his back over-straightened and he bowed back towards his new host's masculine chest. His head could still face forward though, so he did, eyes darting between his reflection and Pepe, watching as his celebrity crush stroked down his sides.

The stimulation sent a shudder through both Pitu and Vaughn. The larger skunk leaned back a bit in his kneeling position and pressed where the tail had once been, the base of his new shaft, making the decreasingly feline male lean forward a bit more, but still with that arc against gravity, and a strong, noticeable pulse rocking up his form. The male model let his jaw hang open wide, bright red tongue lolling out in ecstasy at the myriad of feelings he too was experiencing.

The svelte mephit gently pulled on the throbbing guest, kissing his cheeks softly. "Almost zere."

"I'm really... I'm becoming a c-c-hurk!" Vaughn was interrupted by a salty, masculine fluid gushing up out of his throat and into his muzzle, drizzling out of his muzzle. He blushed as he realized it was Pitu's pre-seed. "I... oohhh... glrk..." His muzzle was losing fine motor function needed for speech, and more pre was starting to gush over the back of his tongue with every powerful pulse up his body. He glanced back to the mirror, and the hair on his head was gone, his face swelling up as it went from his blunt muzzle, transitioning into the fat glans of a cock.

The cat tried to speak again, to thank his crushes, but not even breath was escaping his body anymore, just a near-constant rivulet of skunk pre-seed.

Pepe seemed to have gotten the message though, planting a deeper kiss right on Vaughn's mouth, holding it. As the kiss continued, the former feline felt his neck swelling up, until he had to point his head out in line with his pulsing body. He lost feeling of the inside of his mouth, no more tongue, teeth probably gone. His nose was no longer there. Pepe pulled away from the kiss to reveal just the vertical slit of Pitu's new meatus. The cat's eyes drifted closed, and then even those smoothed away. The next spurt of pre came out in an arc, no open muzzle to let it drizzle out through anymore, just the tight slit. The slick fluid splattered over the Casanova's cheek.

Pitu groaned lustily, licking his lips, and tilted his head to look down at his new cock and his moistened cousin. The kiss before had not been parted despite the orientation of Vaughn's head changing on the way because he had shrunk a bit, more to a proper cock size, but not nearly to the point as being as small as Pitu's unaltered maleness was. "Oh, 'e looks so wonderful on me..."

Stroking the sides of the new cock affectionately with just the tips of his fingers, Pepe nodded, smiling warmly at the phallus that showed no signs of ever being a cat anymore. "Mon chaton does indeed make a delightful cock."

"Why don't we test 'im out?" Pitu grinned winningly, rocking his hips a bit. "Say, making a nice creampuff?"

The celebrity skunk gasped softly, and a soft blush appeared on his cheeks. "Why, was zat your plan all along, mon cousin?"

Flexing an arm to slyly cover his expression from his cousin's perspective, the male model chuckled. "Zat would be, 'ow you say, showing you behind ze curtain."

Pepe grasped that thick arm and pulled it down out of the way. However instead of a reprimand, a powerful kiss struck the muscular skunk's muzzle.

Returning the kiss in kind, Pitu eased an arm down to grasp his cousin's hip, pulling him closer. At the same time he adjusted the angle of his hip, feeling the oversensitive head of his new shaft trail along Pepe's groin and underneath. He held the kiss while he got lined up properly, before he pressed down on the smaller skunk's hips, penetrating.

The slender mephit groaned blissfully as he broke the kiss, leaning back a bit as he found his torso distorting with the sheer size of Vaughn's new form. As toons there was no trouble to such things, his body wracking with pleasure from every stretch, every compression. As the pleasure worked through him, he finally allowed his own maleness to appear, a quiet cartoonish pop accompanying its arrival, though it was hidden amongst the wet squelching and heavy breathing of the two skunks.

With such a sensitive new cock, it was easy for the big lug to reach his own peak. Pitu grasped both hands onto his cousin's hips and slammed down as hard as he could. He crooned out, feeling his newly enhanced balls dancing between his thighs as they worked to pump skunk spunk by the gallon. By the time he looked down at Pepe, he saw that his output had already obscured the shape of his cock within the smaller male's midsection, bloating in a soft, round curve. Each shot distended the shape up into the mephit's chest, like a fire hose being used to inflate a balloon in pulses.

Pepe barely realized that he was bloating, when his toony nature paid the volume forward. He could feel his hips swelling, down his thighs, and on his arms. He was packing on the size, belly seeming to have quite the head start, but now every part of him was in the running. He closed his eyes, lips pursed as his face started to bloat out and his cheeks growing wider and rounder, as his neck crowded up around the back of his head. His bulk was starting to obscure his frame entirely by the time he felt Pitu let go of his hips.

The muscular skunk unsteadily stood up, because the bloat of his cousin's ass was threatening to pull the rounder skunk off of his shaft with every moment. He panted heavily, watching with a broad grin as his flow continued, sending a surge of growth and a wobble across Pepe. Pitu posed for his own enjoyment in the mirror, kissing one of his biceps as his host for the week rounded out further and further.

By the time Pitu finished his orgasm, the orb of black and white affixed to his groin blocked his view of himself in the mirror when he was standing. He chuckled, feeling himself taper off, and even that spunk that came out while he was coming down added a few more inches of diameter. "Ahhh... Zat was a quite satisfying creampuff, non?" He patted over the sphere's surface, sending a jiggle all through it in a ripple.

Muffled, Pepe managed a quiet "Mmhmmm..."

There was no sign of where the skunk celebrity's head was, but at least he was audible.

Pitu walked around the spunk-swollen orb of skunk, and started to casually push him towards the double doors and the bedroom beyond. "Ahh, zis weel be a week to remember~"

Swinging between the muscular mephit's thighs, Vaughn could only pulse in agreement.