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Caleb and the Hat Trick

By Danath

Caleb © FloofNinja

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"Go home, losers!"

"Fucking wussies!"

"Posers!"

Caleb stared out the window of the team's bright blue soccer bus as it pulled through the parking lot and settled into a stop a fair distance from the entrance. A crowd of insult-throwing fans, cordoned off by rope lines to keep them from getting too close to the entrance, gathered about thirty feet away from the opposing team entrance to the soccer stadium. Caleb heard about this ahead of time, but the ferocity of their verbal assaults still threw him. There was one other thing he'd been warned about before the game, but that didn't seem quite so important now, considering in a few moments he was going to have to somehow walk past the crowd with a stoic look and ignore them completely, per coaches orders. And as an addendum to those orders, anyone who "shit the den," as the large grizzly ex-goalkeeper liked to say, would be doing laps until the spring season.

Caleb was determined not to shit the den. The tiger knew how lucky he was to get a shot at playing, let alone the freshman's first in the starting eleven as a rookie test. If he wanted to have any hope of playing again all season, this was going to be it. As he got off the bus with his duffel slung over one shoulder, Caleb remembered the coach's words:

"You got skills on the ball when it comes to passing and shooting," the grizzly said, not bothering to look up from the papers on his desk while Caleb stood at attention in the doorway. "Serious skills, can't deny it. Unfortunately, you ain't built strong enough yet. The seniors are gonna crush you. That's why I'm playing you tomorrow. You're gonna get crushed and how you come back from that is up to you. Got it? Get some sleep."

So that was how he found himself the target of particularly pointed insults about his height and overall size. Caleb wasn't the smallest guy ever - he was fit and could run a full 90 minutes if he had to - but compared to the juniors and seniors who spent summers bulking up and training in addition to the professional exercise and practice coaches, their advantages over a regular high school player were clear to the striped feline from the start. He found himself of similar mindset to the coach in that regards, which was why although he felt the natural anxiety and fear of failure, he also understood just what the stakes were.

"Shrimp!"

"I'm gonna plow your girl, shrimp, let her know what a real male feels like!"

"When did Dickson State's soccer team turn into a daycare? Ha ha ha!"

The barest glimmer of a smirk, the hint of a fang, the tiniest quiver of a lip were all the tiger allowed through his porcelain face as he entered the stadium, though his paw slid over his bag and pressed into the side, feeling for the round plastic bottle containing his secret weapon.

The jeers and taunts ended as soon as the doors closed behind him. The captain of the team, a large tan stallion centerback, shook his head, causing his mane to whiff side to side through the air.

"Whew, those guys get nasty. Don't let it bother you - if you let it get to you, they win. Got it?"

A "yeahs" rang out, so the captain stopped, turned, and snorted, glaring down his wide muzzle, past his flaring nostrils.

"Got it?" he asked again, this time in a tone that suggested they put a bit more enthusiasm into their reply.

"Yeah!"

"Good!"

The stallion whirled and Caleb grinned as he walked with his team towards the locker rooms, feeling a few steps lighter already.

Pre-game went quickly - dressing, coach's instructions, pep talk. Caleb disappeared for a few minutes, but nobody noticed in the shuffle, and he was in place in line for the walk-out onto the field anyways.

The jeers and taunts from the home team supporters as they exited the tunnel and jogged onto the field were, if anything, more vicious and cruel than before. High chain-link fencing climbed the walls to add an additional fifteen feet of barrier height between the mob and the players as they quickened their pace under the fresh verbal onslaught.

"You oughta be ashamed of yourselves," the coach snapped at the nearest one who simply stood there flipping off the forwards as they passed. "What are you, sixty? Some of these kids ain't even twenty yet."

"Your mother!"

The away team crowd, seated in a tiny set of bleachers on the other side of the field, did their best to make some noise as the home team's packed stadium began chanting and singing dirty rhymes about individual players by name. The crowd was atypically small, however, and their ragged cheers could barely be heard over the roar of the home team fans. Considering the abuse the team suffered, nobody could blame the fans for staying away. In fact, a few of the regular first team players felt more than a bit of relief at not having to start the game against...

Them.

After Caleb and his team were on the field in their bright blue uniforms, which featured a red diagonal stripe across the chest, warming up for a few minutes, the crowd, which until this point featured at least one screaming expletive every few seconds from one end of the stands or another, let out a tremendous roar of approval at the arrival of their team. A wave of black jerseys stormed the field. Caleb swore he could feel the ground shake as the legendarily huge players of the Blackmount University soccer team hollered their way onto the field, arms raised, egging on the home crowd. Caleb stared as he realized that the second thing he'd been warned about earlier may well be a more dire problem than the insulting crowds after all.

The Blackmount team was huge. Every single player, from the forwards to the goalie, wore their jerseys small to show off their bodies. Apparently, many of the soccer players were football players regularly, so not only did they not really play soccer, they were more about getting away with hitting the other team as much as possible. Rumors of betting pools and internal records for most fouls without getting sent off abounded among the Blackmount opponents, but so far the college sports authorities looked the other way. Caleb stared up at the second forward on the Blackmount team - a panther nearly a foot taller and with substantially more bulk. Past the panther and his partner, a narrow-shouldered, very long-legged kangaroo forward, the midfield and defensive lines featured a variety of wolves, bears, bucks, boars - just about every stereotypically huge species was represented on the team, including their simply incredible elephant goalkeeper who had to duck to crouch below the bar of the net. The only things unifying the diverse array of bulky, beefy, powerful males was their shared, intense hatred of whichever team they were playing against and the concept of soccer in general.

The Blackmount coach looked about a hundred years old and napped on the sidelines.

Caleb realized this game wasn't just about avoiding getting crushed. This game was about teaching a lesson.

When the referee blew the whistle to start the game, Caleb flicked his tail and darted forward. The Blackmount team and fans just didn't realize who was going to teach that lesson today.

The first twenty minutes were rough. Caleb and his teammates didn't exactly shit the den, but they took a beating. The Blackmount players hit hard every time, often flinging half the team into the dirt on coordinated plays after set pieces, leading the referee to issue more fouls and set up a whole new set piece, during which the Blackmount players would quibble over the line and shift forward constantly. It was a dirty, rough, tough, brutal twenty minutes of something almost, but not quite, resembling soccer.

Fortunately for Caleb, the little errand he ran when he disappeared from the locker room for a few minutes before the game started paying off. The football players, unused to long stretches of activity, frequented the sidelines for cups of flavored energy water from a large yellow cooler jug. It was that very jug into which Caleb poured his secret ingredient for success at soccer and a little humiliation for the worst team and the worst fans in the division.

Before long, every single player on the home team downed cups of the spiked drink. Caleb didn't have to wait long to being feeling the effects. The tiger jumped up to chest-catch a throw in, only to get tackled from the front by a large wolf. Caleb felt the energy transfer immediately, and it continued all the way to the ground, until the wolf thudded on top of him and rolled away, hands in the air to show he hadn't just committed a foul. Caleb gasped for breath on the ground, but it wasn't as much from the hit, as the watching crowd imagined, as it was the rush of power he'd felt tingle along his arms and legs and through his chest and belly. The twitch of his calves as fibers formed, growing, converting the wolf's stolen energy into mass one tiny fiber at a time.

The tiger paused to take a sip out of his water bottle, which was also spiked - with the receptor formula, enabling the one-way transfer. Caleb was careful to keep his levels low, only sipping when he felt the tingling fade. After one set piece where an enormous bull crunched up against him from one side while the tiger forward - and apparently the captain of the team - squeeze from the other, pinning him in place during the entire free kick, Caleb could feel his body filling out against his jersey. He'd made sure to wear one that was baggy, a size or so too large, but it was already starting to fit better by the time the half was called.

The score remained naught-all at half, but the coach looked impressed anyways. He reminded the team to avoid injuries and that substitutions would begin soon. He even took Caleb aside and mentioned he was doing well, and that the only reason they hadn't scored were a few unlucky balls to the goalkeeper.

Confidence brimmed in the young tiger as he trotted back out with his team. His ears didn't even twitch this time as they passed by the jeering crowds. Caleb led the team out and took his position, stretching his arms and twisting his torso as he felt the unusual new bulges and strands of muscle shifting beneath his fur. His thick pelt hid the growth for now, though anyone paying really close attention may have noticed the feline's shorts no longer hung past his knees, but came to a stop just above them.

"Just need one!" Caleb hollered, turning around to face his team as he lifted his finger into the air. "Just need one!"

"Just need one!" a few shouted back, including the centerback captain. The stallion grinned at Caleb and nodded - motivation was the only thing keeping them in this game against the rough and tumble and rule-breaking Blackmounts.

"You're gonna die, rook," a deep voice grunted a few feet away.

Caleb turned and saw the other team's captain, the black panther who stood easily over seven feet tall, glaring at him, teeth bared.

"I'm gonna hit you so hard you're gonna wake up playing tennis."

The Blackmount captain stood a full foot and a half taller than Caleb. One on one, there was a clear victor among the two felines, and it wasn't the freshman.

Yet.

The referee blew the whistle to start the second half. As Caleb predicted, the Blackmount captain ignored the ball and charged straight towards him. According to his plan of stealing the power and size of every remorseless football player on the team, he should have welcomed the hit, but he decided it was time to show the crowd why he was on the starting eleven.

"Here!" he shouted, paw rising to signal the other forward to pass. He snatched his paw out of the air, dipped his head, twisted and turned a three-sixty to the side, and leapt forward past the stunned panther who could only stare as the smaller tiger used moves like a running back to tackle his dodge. The Blackmount captain twisted, screeching as his ankle went out. He tumbled head over heels as the ref signalled play on - no contact made.

Caleb darted forward with the ball, tapping it just so here and there. He almost stumbled himself as he felt his newly engorged hamstrings deliver extra power to his taps, so that when he kicked it through the legs of the right-back buck and dipped around the left side to recover it, he nearly sent it straight through on a roller to the centerback, a beefy wolf.

The tiger's tail flexed to the right as though he were about to turn that way, but instead he darted left. The wolf sailed by, a confused look on his face as the ball sailed over his head, heel-flicked up and into the air. The goalkeeper's trunk swung to the side when Caleb's foot connected to the volley without letting it hit the ground, sending a rocket that surprised even the tiger into the upper left corner of the goal.

The shot stunned the goalkeeper. It stunned the crowd. It stunned his teammate and certainly stunned Caleb, who took only a moment before throwing both arms up in the air and screaming "Yeeaaaaahhhhh!" into the quiet stadium. The away fans joined in as teammates dog-piled the rookie; on the sidelines, the grizzly coach relaxed in his chair and nodded, expression unchanged.

The referee blew the whistle as the teams went back to the center line. Though a little shocked at the goal - usually all the forwards were injured by now - the Blackmount team put up a hard-hitting defense as ever. Caleb found himself wrapped up, squeezed between, shoved by, and sat on by any number of Blackmount players over the last twenty minutes of the game, all seeking revenge for his killer corner shot from earlier.

The tiger could feel the power. His pelt bushed out, pulling parts of his jersey taut across his wider shoulders. His arms were bigger, but the changes were so incremental and slow-to-build over the course of the 85 minutes of the game that the crowd didn't notice. Caleb was everywhere on the field - slide tackling to bring down whatever pathetic dribbles the Blackmount players tried, intercepting passes, and firing rockets at the keeper. The elephant was quick and big and the trunk did work, smacking balls out of the air when his arms couldn't reach. He held the score to one-nil almost to the end of the game.

Caleb crouched down, stretching his hamstrings and glutes. His shorts, previously baggy, still had some wrinkles, but fit with a relaxed look instead of oversized. The same went for his bright blue jersey. Even the diagonal red stripe on the chest followed the curves of pecs beneath the deep and fluffy white fur on his chest and belly. He'd occasionally press his palm into his stomach to feel his abs. Washboard before, but now cut and deep - how many thousands of situps worth of muscle had he stolen from the Blackmount jerks? He grinned as he watched them drag themselves around the playing field, weak and tired, many of them unknowingly shrunk by a few inches.

Caleb decided it was time to really impress. With only a few minutes to go until injury time - of which there was sure to be a substantial amount - Caleb turned it up. The tiger darted forward with the ball, twisting and leaping and heading and kicking, scoring not one, but two more hard-earned goals off the elephant, who by the end of it was trumpeting with anger at the weak-kneed defenders gasping for breath all around.

With teammates clapping him on the back and calling him the star player for sure, Caleb approached the away team fan bleachers and waved, thanking them for their support, before heading for the locker rooms. The coach urged them to shower and change quickly as they walked in, but after one of the assistant coaches whispered in the grizzly's ear, the coach frowned.

"New plan. No showers. On the bus. Now."

They had to duck and run, duffels over their heads, as bottles and shoes and rocks flew from the outraged crowd of Blackmount fans in the parking lot. The bus was pulled up right to the entrance, but debris rained down the five foot or so gap while police officers struggled to keep the near-rioting mob at bay long enough for the last players to get on board, followed by the grizzly. The bus peeled away and zoomed through a gap in the crowd as bottles and rocks pinged off the metal sides. Caleb and the others watched out the back window as police threw Blackmount fans to the grounds and handcuffed them, singling out the worst offenders as the less hardcore drifted away from the outer edges.

"Okay, lads, two things. Amazing game. Everyone held up well. Caleb, obviously, heaps of praise are coming your way. Practice is cancelled for tomorrow, but do at least a bit of running or cardio. And don't get arrested." the grizzly said. "Second thing. Open the windows. It's gonna get raw in here and we have an hour and a half drive ahead of us."

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Caleb woke up the next morning feeling magnificent. He stretched out his legs and opened his eyes at the pleasure of feeling well-used muscles working out the kinks from a peaceful night's sleep. His arms held the same ache, like he'd done a hundred pushups right before he'd gone to bed. The tiger's fingers pressed against his chest, rubbing against the deep ridge of his pecs, now so pronounced they were defined even through his solid white chest fur. His abs, too, showed some definition through the fur. Not only were his arms and legs thicker all around, his feet now draped over the end of his mattress. The tiger made a mental note to measure his height and weight later, but he was guessing he gained at least a half a foot and a hundred pounds of pure bulk.

All while humiliating those horrible Blackmount players and shutting their stupid fans ugly faces up. Caleb grinned and turned to get out of bed, stretching and coiling his tail as he tested out his new thighs and calves by squatting down low again.

Of course, that led him to investigate perhaps the most fun part about the previous day's doping: he hadn't just stolen their muscles. No, those Blackmount players each lost a little of their malenesses as well, the combined effect of which was that Caleb's thick, broad sheath now held an impressively large pink member, almost twice the size of what he had before. Combined with the baseball-sized twin orbs hanging below, the muscular orange and black striped feline looked obviously familiar, just a little larger all around - certainly nothing that would raise too many suspicions, anyways.

Angry pounding echoed through his dorm room. He was alone - his roommates all ended up staying at girlfriends' and boyfriends' places, so he didn't bother dressing as he walked out of his room and into the common area, enjoying the heavy weight of his grown sheath hanging out from his lower belly, dancing side to side across his meaty thighs. Even his tail felt thicker and longer.

Unfortunately, his new size distracted him so much he didn't notice the door jam was now a few inches too short for him. He bonked right into it and gasped, seeing stars, both paws clutching at his forehead as he ducked and stumbled forward.

"Ooooh... oh, fuck... ouch! Yes, hello, who is it?" he gasped, pulling open the door.

"Your worst fucking nightmare, that's who."

A large black paw shot through the open door and grabbed Caleb around the neck, pushing him backwards and against the wall. The black panther - the captain of the Blackmount soccer team - slammed the door closed with his tail as he snarled into the tiger's face.

"How'd you cheat, huh? How'd you do it, you cheater!"

A familiar tingle spread through the tiger's chest. He took in a sharp breath as he felt a familiar ache return, stretching and spreading along his biceps and forearms, down his belly and through his hips, all the way past his muscular thighs and calves to his large feet. It was still active - still draining at the touch. Caleb shivered as he felt the growth. It was slow, so slow it wasn't even visible thanks to the deep shifting pelt of orange, black, and white stretching across his broad shoulders. He opened his eyes, staring at the panther's outraged face, and smirked.

"I'll tell you," Caleb purred, ignoring the paw squeezing around his throat. "In fact, I'll show you..."

Leaning forward, the tiger reached between the panther's legs before the bigger, more muscular feline could react, and wrapped his paw around the bulge in the big cat's shorts. The captain stiffened in both senses of the word when the tiger purred louder and stroked his paw over the significant maleness between the feline's wide thighs.

"Don't I look a little bigger than I did before the game?" Caleb asked as the panther's maleness flexed against the shorts and into his paw.

"What... what do you mean?"

"It's simple. I took your size. Stole it. Every time we touched, in fact."

The tiger's paw lifted, then dove forward, past the elastic waistband of the panther's shorts and underwear. The tingling sensation returned stronger yet as Caleb smirked, rubbing his smooth and soft paw pads across the stiff, hard panther dick, even as it shrunk just a tiny little bit with every passing moment.

"I'm doing it right now, but you don't mind, do you, slut?"

Confidence surged through the tiger, even more than he'd felt upon winning the game with a decisive hat trick the day before. Who was this pathetic football player to accuse him of cheating when they'd done nothing the past few seasons but build an infamous reputation for dirty hits and tricks? It was time to teach this cocky panther a lesson about real power. Time to put the bully in his place.

"Nnnnggh... no... no, I don't... I..."

"Shhhhh... relax, slut," Caleb said, his voice deepening to a growl as his paw massaged the panther's thickness. "You're going to enjoy this part..."

The black panther shuddered as he stood stiffly, paws clenched at his sides, hips quivering with each stroke of the tender paw across his maleness. Why was he so hard? Why wasn't he stopping this tiger, his hated enemy, from jacking him off? The answer was clear as day: it felt too good. Something was wrong with him, something that made him crave the tiger's silky caress. He needed to feel it, and it wasn't just the rich, masculine musk building up in the room as the tiger's prominent arousal stretched lewdly outwards, rising thicker and fuller than ever before and still imperceptibly growing and thickening.

The tiger pulled the panther's shorts down, then used his claws to tear the shirt off his chest before tossing the scraps aside. Caleb grinned as he turned around, hiking his wide hips and big, round rump cheeks up into the air to squeeze them against the panther's thickness. It was still large, fat, and veiny, easily larger than Caleb's, and the tiger wanted to experience it before he took it all away.

"You can stop me from taking your muscles, you know," Caleb purred as he stared over his shoulder at the dumbstruck panther. "You can leave right now - I won't try to stop you..."

The tiger's rump cheeks clenched together, hot dogging the thick panther stalk until the tip pushed up into the base of his wide tail, which he wrapped around the back of the panther's muscular shoulders and neck, increasing the amount of contact they had between them.

"Shut... up..." the panther gasped. His hips pushed forward as his thick, black member throbbed, obviously hard as he'd ever been just feeling the tightness of the big tiger's rump cheeks. The claws tugged backwards as Flood felt the blunt tip squeeze inwards, though he clenched to prevent it going any deeper. The panther moaned, his tip pinched and squeezed in those deep cheeks.

The panther's jaw dropped open a moment later and his hips slammed forward, burying his thick erection deep, all the way to the hilt, inside the tiger's warm, tight backside. Caleb sighed and purred loudly as he wiggled his hips backwards, clenching and unclenching with enough strength to make the panther whimper each time. He pushed back, trying to get the black-furred feline to thrust into him harder. The tingling in his chest felt so good that he ran his claws through his pelt and flexed into his fingers, loving just how beefy and solid the muscles were getting under his fur. And, comparatively, how much the star football player now struggled to keep up with the slowly enlarging tiger.

"Mmh... oh, c'mon, stud, you can do better than that," he grunted. "C'mon... show me what that thick cock can do!"

The panther tried - he really did. And Caleb appreciated the attempt. But still...

"Are you still in?" the tiger asked. "I swear I'm not feeling much of anything..."

Thick rivulets of pre-cum drizzled down the panther's balls. The muscular big cat leaned forward, thrusting weakly, breathing hard, trying to push his hips harder, to go deeper, to silence the tiger once and for all, but every thrust felt like he was pushing through a brick wall. He was so tired already...

"Maybe a change of position will help you be the top you claim to be!"

A few "oofs" and thumps later, the panther was sprawled on his backside, arms outstretched, cock disappearing and reappearing as the huge tiger crouched above his hips, slamming his massive rear end down again and again, each time flexing his glutes and squeezing them down into the big black panther's hips. Caleb purred louder, grinning as his own heavy, half-hard cock lifted and fell, smacking down across the other muscle-cat's belly each time. It filled out with veins criss-crossing the top and sides, growing larger and larger and larger as he pumped his hips down over and over again. The panther moaned and yowled especially once Caleb got his claws around the big cat's nipples, but his pace didn't stop. His thick, built rear end milked the panther's cock, pushing the gasping feline to the edge and keeping him there.

The black panther's body tensed and Caleb shoved his hips down, grinding the muscular feline's backside into carpeted floor underneath them. The huge tiger grunted as he felt a steady warmth and shivered with pleasure while the panther came, seized up and moaning, a near keen of lust as even more power surged from the black-furred feline into the striped feline.

"Now it's my turn to show you what a real top does," Caleb grunted, clenching his ass cheeks again, rippling them around the panther's arousal until the muscle feline thrashed between his thighs. "Feel my big cock getting hard? It only gets bigger from here..."

Caleb teased the panther a few more minutes, draining the big cat's balls completely, leaving him spent and exhausted, limp against the carpet in a puddle of warm seed. Caleb flexed his arms and chest, bounced his pecs, and squeezed his thighs together, shivering and shuddering as his fat arousal crept forward, shoving under the panther's chin and then past his head, over his shoulder. The growth felt so good, fattening up his hamstrings, his calves, forcing his belly to sculpt more and more mounds of his outrageous abdominals, though they were well-hidden beneath his dense fur.

The panther looked down at his hips and shook his head, eyes bulging. His cock - formerly a fat and proud stalk easily over a foot in length - was less than half the size, down to below the average, no longer anything all that special. His balls had shrunk to match.

The panther groaned as he felt enormous paws clutch at his weakened body. Claws dragged through his pelt, stroking across his muscles as they pulled his hips up against the base of the enormous tiger stalk. A heavy pair of balls squeezed over his own set, completely enveloping the shrunken nuts, while the tiger's obscenely large cock fattened further over his chest.

"You got good muscles," the tiger purred, teasing his claw tips over the shivering panther's nipples again. "Too bad you aren't so good at fuckin' or I'd have let you keep 'em."

The tiger's hips pulled back as he shoved the panther's knees to the side. The black cat's rope-like tail swung up, trying to protect his rump, but the tiger's own long, thick appendage swung around and tugged it aside, intertwining with the shorter tail and holding it at bay as the tip of his half-hard length squeezed up against the panther's exposed pucker. The black panther's muzzle stretched open wide as the tiger teased forward, not really trying to penetrate, just giving the big, muscular cat a taste of his size.

"No... no, wait... wait, I... ooooohhhh!"

The panther's cock flexed and came as the tiger pushed forward again, still not quite penetrating.

"Look at you... I'm not even inside you and you can't contain yourself. Disgusting."

The tiger shoved forward again, claws dragging the panther's hips back, making the big male's muscular glutes dimple dangerously as the tip flattened against his hole. The whole length surged, heating up as the enormous tiger's body flexed. His pecs popped outwards, fatter still than ever, shelf-like above his rippling belly fur.

"Mmmh... you're gonna make a much better bottom than a top," he growled. "I can already tell you're a natural."

"Aaaaahhhh!"

An enormous bulge formed in the black panther's belly. It traveled upwards, visibly distending outwards as the tiger's thighs tensed and shivered. He looked down, purring louder, as he kept his huge paws wrapped tightly around the shaking panther's thighs.

"Hey, almost a third of the way in one go... pretty good..."

The ridge of tigerstalk showing through the black panther's rippling abdominals shoved deeper, pulled back, and then deep again. Caleb grinned as he splayed the fingers of one huge paw across the panther's abs, pushing down as he felt his cock slide in deeper yet. The panther's hips stretched, legs out to either side as the enormous tiger cock split him in half. Caleb closed his eyes, purring as he stroked in hard, faster, breaking down the panther's ability to resist with each gut-churning hump. The tiger leaned back, wrapped a paw around each of the panther's ankles, and pulled them out to the sides even further while sneering down at the panting, pleading black panther's muzzle. The captain's tail smacked against the side of Caleb's head, trying to push him away in a futile gesture.

Caleb snarled as he clenched the panther's tail between his teeth, head tugging the big cat's hips. His paws did the rest of the work, slamming his growing, tingling thickness deep into the moaning panther's rump with a wet thud that sent a shiver up Caleb's spine. His claws dug into the squirming panther's pelt, making the Blackmount captain cry out for an instant, only to buckle and gasp as the tiger's hips pumped in to the hilt once more.

The panther's eyes closed. His muzzle opened as he felt the tiger lean forward, applying even more contact between them. The drain was noticeable now. He could feel his pecs shrinking. His cock raged, throbbing and hard, even as he felt a quarter inch disappear - only to reform in the shape of the obscene bulge in his belly. The panther's jaw dropped open as he felt the tiger's biceps wrap around his chest and sides, pinning his arms and placing him into a huge bear hug. His chin tipped up, barely peeking over the tiger's swollen bicep, as he felt the massive shaft penetrate him anew, grinding straight between his softening, stretched cheeks.

To emphasize the point, Caleb squeezed his paw flat against the panther's belly again. Instead of meeting firm resistance in the form of hard abs, his fingers sunk into the pliant and plush flesh of the big cat's slim new belly instead. The black panther's hips thickened as they stretched wider, growing to accommodate the incredibly thick cock brutalizing his belly and chest - the ridge of meat now reached through his rib cage. The panther's claws raked the carpet on either side as his hips lifted into the air, shoulders flat to the ground, helpless as the tiger roughly adjusted his position to enable even more of his oversized cock to drive deeper and deeper.

"Ooh... oh, yeah... mmmfffhhhh... that's so good," Caleb groaned. His cock was almost fully aroused now and was clearly thicker at the base than the gradually shrinking panther's hips, but it still managed to squeeze and compress down enough to slide in inch after inch of the shaft, by now several feet long and showing few signs of slowing its obscene growth.

The panther gurgled as a salty, clear fluid pushed up his throat. He coughed, gargled, and groaned as his shoulders flung upwards, lifted by the sheer power of the enormous cock ruining him from the inside. Caleb stretched out a paw and wrapped it around the back of the panther's neck as he felt something bulge upwards from within, forcing his neck back. Caleb shivered, no longer talking down to his new toy as he pumped his hips harder, one paw wrapping entirely around the panther's soft and plush thigh as the other clutched the back of his neck and shoulders. He pumped upwards, cruelly dragging the panther down each time, as the black-furred male's throat bulged outwards. Thick strands of clear pre rolled down his lips and chest as he gargled and gurgled around the incredible cock now trying to thrust completely through him - from one end all the way through to the other, somehow fitting and swelling and pumping him as he'd never imagined. The panther's belly, smooth and soft now, stretched across the swollen urethra rudely sliding up and down, while his chest compressed, stretching outwards as the tip ground through to the panther's muzzle. All the while, the deep and prolonged contact enhanced the tiger's body bit by bit - he was now taller than the panther by a few inches and already stole more than fifty pounds of solid mass from the moaning, squirming feline impaled on his lap.

Caleb pulled the panther forward and pushed him down. The big, smooth crown of his enormous tiger stalk pierced through the panther's stretched throat, forcing its way out past the gurgling former-stud's muzzle. Caleb leaned his head down, opening his jaws around the tip of his own enormous stalk. He pushed down deep, taking the tip and crushing his lips up against the panther's stretched muzzle, making out with the desperately shivering, shuddering panther and his own hyper-sized arousal at the same time. Caleb kept his paws moving, working the de-muscled panther up and down like a fleshlight as his thickness stretched the panther's entire belly and chest outwards. Caleb could feel his own pulsing urethra squeezing against his incredible abs right through the panther's slender and pliant stomach. He dug his fingers into the black fur and ass, squeezing and clenching hard enough to feel his own paws through the male's body against his aching cock. The tip flexed against his tongue as he groaned, swallowing his own pre-cum as the panther's whole body tensed around his length.

The sabretooth closed his eyes as he came, only made out with his own tip and the panther's obscenely stretched muzzle more fiercely. He didn't try to hold it back as the feeling of relief and pleasure washed up his spine and spread to his extremities. His aching sac jostled as he twitched head to toe. The first few shots of seed filled his muzzle, so he finally pulled his face back, jaws still open wide, letting the many pints of warm, musky jizz dribble wetly and lewdly across the panther's distended, abused body. Ropes of cum ran down his stretched neck and chest as the big cat's fingers pressed into the sides of his stretched head, bulging eyes staring wildly towards the ceiling in disbelief at what the muscular tiger was doing to him.

The tiger laughed and reached his paw up, wrapping his palm around his huge tip before sliding the panther up. The formerly muscular big cat was now down to three-quarters his former size, possibly more, but Caleb felt no remorse as he turned the formerly muscular black panther into a big-bottomed twink. All that muscle looked better on him than the football player anyways.

The sabretooth's paw closed as he pulled his hips back, dragging his cock down until it no longer filled the panther's throat and muzzle. The pumping, pulsing cannon continued to fire, however, and with Caleb's paw keeping the panther's muzzle closed and nostrils pinched, there was nowhere for the thick, potent tiger cum to go. Within a minute, the black-furred belly draped outwards, squeezing forward into the tiger's hard abs and pecs. Caleb kept his cock square in the center of the panther's body to ensure every last drop of his rich spooge heated up the slight, big-hipped fucktoy, whose gurgling only increased as the sabretooth bloated him up like a water balloon. The panther's stomach swelled larger, spilling around the sides of the tiger's thick midsection and forcing the black cat's cock to point down somewhere in the midst of the swollen, sloshing belly. The tiger thrust again, seizing up occasionally as blasts of pleasure coursed through his twitching body. He tensed, flexing his biceps and abs, jostling the bloated body of the panther as he squeezed a paw into the male's belly.

"Nngggh... ggrrrblle!"

The panther's eyes shot open when Caleb suddenly released his paw, relaxing the grip that kept the broad black-furred muzzle closed. It opened and a jet of thick white seed sprayed out, reaching several feet into the air as Caleb shoved the panther onto his back on the carpet, still half-impaled on the sabre's oversized thickness. The tiger didn't even bother to pull out as he stood up, simply letting the bloated, gurgling male slide off his half-hard cock and fall into a cum-soaked puddle in the middle of the room at his feet. The proud and muscular black panther was now reduced to a simpering, skinny feline, all gangly limbs despite his surprisingly round and plump rump, which expelled thick white tiger seed with just as much force as what was coming out of his muzzle. He rolled over his belly, arms unable to reach the ground past the vastly inflated torso, and lay still, only the occasional grunt or gurgle as he drained.

"Thanks for the muscle," Caleb purred, using his paws to wipe excess cum from his cock before flinging the sticky webs at the prone panther. "Maybe I'll catch you around sometime and take whatever you have left - though you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? Heh..."

The tiger strutted to his closet, fat cock hanging almost to his knees over the equally massive balls draping past his muscular thighs. There was no hiding what Caleb was packing now, not that he cared if he showed a massive bulge through his shorts or not at this point. Even the extra large jersey he'd obtained as insurance barely fit over his chest and shoulders and squeezed in tight around his bulky pecs. He guessed he was at least seven feet tall now, maybe a few inches more than that, while the black panther was down to less than six. Caleb shivered as he felt his biceps bulge and wondered just how permanent the growth would be. He felt incredible - powerful and confident, like he could do anything. Even the coach wouldn't be able to deny him a place for not being bulked up enough now, though trying to explain the overnight sucess might be a little difficult. Caleb wrapped a paw around one of his massive balls - it filled his paw and then some, spilling between his fingers as it sloshed with weight and need. He'd need to cum again very soon at this rate, but the exhausted panther moaning in a puddle of cum on the floor wouldn't be any good. Maybe he could call a friend from the team who joked before about helping each other out in times of need... In the meantime, he'd need to find his largest shorts and figure out how to get to the store to buy stuff that fit. His massive cock draped over his balls as he squeezed himself, digging both hands into his enormous dick, loving how fat and heavy it was even though he was only half-hard. His pecs twitched as he grinned, sabretooth fangs glinting as his ears twisted around at a sudden noise. Heavy pounding on the front door echoed through the common room, followed by a pair of hollering voices.

"Joey! Joey! You still in there?"

"We gotta go man, it's time for practice, coach is gonna kill us if we miss defensive drills again today."

"Yeah, dude, I ain't losing my linebacker position to Mark, so come on!"

Caleb muzzle dropped into a broad and predatory smile. Perhaps this was a bad idea, but he doubted the captain or these two would talk after being so thoroughly humiliated. And he'd be guaranteed a starting spot for the next four years. He could almost feel the tingling sensation of growth as he stretched his paw towards the door, ready to show the two Blackmount teammates just what became of their captain - and what was going to become of them very shortly...

The End