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Maloo in... Coffee, Condom, Cougar, Cream

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Characters © Maloo

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Maloo grimaced as he rolled over on his mattress and felt a familiar weight roll with his hips before flopping across the bed sheets. The lean, fit cougar's muzzle pulled back in an exasperated sigh as he pulled back the sheets and looked down at his morning wood. The exasperated look turned to one of half-lidded pleasure a moment later, however, when he leaned back and wrapped both paws around the fat base of his awe-inspiring maleness. The cougar's white belly fur splayed as the fat warm length crawled past his belly button, easily filling both his paws and making it difficult to get his fingers to touch around the girth of the veiny and surprisingly flaccid length. He squeezed his fuzzy golden fingers into the warm, soft flesh, huffing and churring through his flared nostrils as he basked in the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows, glinting off of his shifting pelt stretching tight around his lean, muscular shoulders and arms.

Memories of the very pleasant dream he'd enjoyed moments, it seemed, before he woke up flashed through his mind, and while the specifics of the various erotic encounters faded in moments, the lingering arousal they left behind pulsed in the feline's paws, growing his soft, wide shaft ever larger in his paws, stretching the fuzzy white sheath outwards in all directions as the lushly furred sac rolled between his thighs against the sheets, easily as large as a pair of baseballs. A groan of approval rolled from Maloo's sleepy muzzle as he thrust his hips into his paws, shuddering as the twinge of a building erection sent a surge of pleasure up the feline's spine.

Maloo's tongue flopped over his tongue, hanging from his muzzle as his tail twitched along the corner of the mattress, flipping back and forth each time his thighs squeezed the growing pair between his legs. This kind of unexpected growth happened once in a while and always came with a nice warm glow of pleasure that put the feline into the kind of lusty stupor he found difficult to get past. He'd been through enough accidental exposures to all sorts of different chemicals, magic, technology, and stimulants that the lingering aftershocks still affected the feline long after the most urgent symptoms subsided. Growth spurts enhanced his package especially, though sometimes his whole body grew, or sometimes his muscles swelled until he thought he'd burst out of his pelt despite how good it felt. The changes lasted hours, days, sometimes months. He'd been through this particular pattern before, however, and recognized the signs of growth instantly as a wide smile played across his muzzle.

Several years previously, he was showered in radioactive ore after a truck crashed on the highway and exploded (no injuries, fortunately) while he wearing experimental pheromone-laced cologne lavished on him in a cloud of free samples at a department store earlier in the day. Ever since, he'd wake up to the warm glow of arousal and growth, and the hornier he got the bigger he got, but once he came, he'd slowly shrink back down to his original size - well, maybe a plumped up, larger version of his original self, so that each time gradually left him with a thicker, wider, plusher maleness draping from his sheath. Not that Maloo minded.

In other words, the hornier the fit cougar got, the larger the panting feline swelled. And right now, after waking up from a raunchy dream about thick-thighed lionesses, the cougar's arousal spiked. He grunted as the creamy, tan-furred sac visibly swelled outwards against his thighs as he tried to remember the feeling of the dream just a moment longer. Half-awake and feelin' frisky, Maloo wrapped a paw around the base of his swollen shaft, which despite its thickness and length was merely half hard as it draped from his stretched sheath. His fingers dimpled into the smooth, warm brown flesh as a thrill of pleasure ran up his spine. This particular condition wasn't debilitating by any means, but it would take a few hours to get properly hard - his fingers and paws still squeezed and squished into the huge, soft, completely flaccid length crawling up his belly. The broad crown of the onyx malness reached just past middle of his sternum in the middle of his fuzzy white chest. He purred louder and grunted, digging his fingers in and stroking up the floppy length, watching with lust as it thickened in his fingers while not growing any harder despite the warm pleasure in the base of the fat, thickly-veined cougarstalk. What a way to wake up... he didn't have anywhere to be until closer to lunch, so he could take his time and really enjoy himself this time. His soft, furry digits clenched around the base, sinking into the onyx flesh and disappearing into the sheath as several more floppy inches of overthick cougarcock pushed out between his paw pads, along with the rumbling groan pushing from between his open, panting muzzle.

A beam of sunlight flashed through the drapes of his bedroom window and Maloo squinted, glancing towards the curtains before his eyes caught the numbers flashing on the alarm clock on his nightstand.

00:00

Uh oh.

Maybe the power went out briefly overnight, but his alarm clock reset, meaning the battery inside was dead and therefore hadn't buzzed. Maloo's fingers stretched for his phone on the nightstand next to the alarm, purposefully set across from the side on which he normally slept in order that he had to move and rouse himself to turn it off each morning. He rolled his hips and moaned when his fat length flopped across the sheets, stretching far away out from his lean golden hips. This morning he didn't wake up to an alarm, he realized, and that meant...

His phone was dead. Unplugged. The backup alarm meant to rouse him should the primary fail was out of order.

Cursing, Maloo stuck the cable into the bottom, smearing pre-cum across the screen as he did, before cursing again and wiping it on the sheets. He hopped out of the bed, massive package swinging between his thighs and whomping down over his knees as his sac sloshed and jostled. Maloo's claws stabbed into the carpet to prevent him stumbling forward as the thick brown tip drooled a steady drizzle of pre-cum.

The dark golden-furred feline's belly flexed as he inhaled sharply and strode purposefully into the bathroom, determined to handle things no matter what time of morning it was. If he was late, he was late. He showered quickly, barely touching his throbbing maleness despite the growing need deep in his belly, and toweled it dry with particular roughness, using the oldest towel so as not to accidentally stimulate himself further.

The only underwear he had fresh that could fit around his swollen package strained outwards. The white fabric was thin enough to clearly show the broad outlines of the thick veins running along the sides of the shaft, which curled over and around the cantaloupe-sized nuts pulled upwards and nestled in snugly underneath, all shoved outwards by his thighs so that his blue jeans demonstrated a remarkable and unmistakable bulge. The jeans were the largest pair he owned, with a specially-tailored bulge-holder in the front, but even that was already filled with the thick, flaccid length of his growing maleness. Couldn't be helped, not that Maloo was particularly shy about such things at this point in his life - you can only cum in public without being able to help yourself due to events outside of your control so often before a person gets a little desensitized to traditional concepts of modesty. He pulled on a loose shirt that somewhat disguised the bulge in wrinkles of fabric and checked his teeth in the mirror before grabbing his bag and phone on the way out the door.

His phone had a few percent of juice now, enough to tell him the time. The feline cursed again and picked up his pace - he was supposed to meet some people in the park later and bring the coffee, and he would barely have time to get both done, especially if...

As he trotted down the stairs of the apartment building towards the doors, a large and thickly set vixen that Maloo recognized as one of his downstairs neighbors approached, going the other way. Maloo tried to step to the side, but the vixen slipped and fell forward. Her massive chest flattened across Maloo's belly and package as the stretchy black fabric of her shirt pulled taut around her shoulders, pulling the neckline ever downwards as the cougar's eyes widened at the view. The soft, plush breasts squeezed in warm and tight around the cougar's bulging jeans, which flattened even more than the breasts did; because, despite the size of his bulge and heat of his arousal, the grunting cougar was still completely flaccid. He stuck out his paws, hooking them under her arms as she leaned into him while trying to regain her footing. Her muzzle shoved into his belly and he closed his eyes, tail flashing side to side in a blur behind him.

"Oh! Oh, pardon me!" she gasped, squirming forward and causing Maloo's bulge to disappear somewhere deep within the cleavage of the vixen's prodigious chest. "Oh, my!"

It took a few minutes for them to right themselves as the vixen slipped several more times on the stairs in her shiny pumps. Maloo shuddered as his maleness pressed outwards, larger than before the slight mishap by a good few inches. He panted and tried not to stare at the vixen's chest, which stretched her tight shirt to the limits, so plump and soft and round and warm...

"Again, I'm so sorry! How clumsy of me!" she said, tugging the black, stretchy top down to cover her wide belly. The motion caused all sorts of jiggling in the top that Maloo couldn't help but follow with his eyes as his tail twitched between his legs. "Thanks, Maloo! Where are you off to today?"

"Uh... going... to the... park..."

The cougar barely spoke two words before the vixen was smiling and bouncing up the steps in front of him, then alongside him, and then finally past him, revealing the skimpy and frilly white panties strapping around her full and plump rump, all swaying side to side beneath her wide and flicking tail.

"Sounds fun. Ta!"

The vixen scampered up the stairs and disappeared. Maloo huffed, closed his eyes, and tried to think about doing taxes. About going to the dentist. About... about... big, huge, fluffy vixen tits...

Woops. The cougar grimaced as he felt the button fly of his blue jeans strain and creak with the pressure of his growing maleness. He wasn't hard. Not even close - as he reached into his pants to try to adjust the position of his bulge before heading onto the sidewalk, his fingers sunk into the warm brown flesh and soft, velvet fuzz of his stretched sheath, still full of more promising arousal. Maloo did his best to tug his shaft into a more comfortable position that eventually entailed stuffing it through the leg of his underwear so it could snake down the inside of his thigh alongside the swollen balls, now half again as large as they were before. The tan fuzz splayed outwards, pushing through the gaps in the button fly and the stretched fibers of the white undies despite his efforts.

Maloo sighed and opened the door of the building. The park wasn't a far walk and the coffee shop was on the way, but as he got onto the sidewalk in the flow of people, he wondered why the traffic was so heavy. There were normally a handful of people out on the street walking somewhere, but today there were dozens on both sides of the street. The cougar stuffed his paws into his pockets, slouching so as not to draw too much attention to the weight between his thighs as he hobbled down the sidewalk with the weight of his shaft squeezing down against his pant's leg. He kept his black bag slung across his shoulder as he watched the pavement pass by his feet with the swell shifting warmly in his jeans. He grimaced, looked away, and walked headfirst into the backside of a huge rhino. A tight sleeveless white t-shirt clung to the rhino's dark gray skin, which itself rippled and curled over mountains of muscle running from his shoulders down his obliques and over his glutes, which were hard and wide against the cougar's bulge as Maloo stumbled into him. The rhine's jeans flexed as the huge male looked over his shoulder at the cougar, who bounced off and fell onto his rump. The feline's muzzle opened in a small "o" as his heavy sac smacked into the cement and he winched, closing his eyes and huffing for a few moments as the rhino's glance changed from one of surprise to one of pity.

"Ooh, I feel ya on that one, kid," the rhino said, tugging on the bright orange safety vest hanging around his shoulders. It draped over the immense swells of his pecs and over his abdominals, all of which the thin shirt clearly outlined, but what really drew the cougar's gaze was the incredible thickness stretching down the baggy canvas work pants the rhino wore. The unmistakable outline of a cockhead as big as Maloo's skull strained past the knee, the whole rigid length flexing outwards in a lewd arc as the rhino turned around and leaned on the shovel he held in his huge hands. "Gotta start looking where you're going, though."

Maloo looked through half-closed eyes. The sidewalk ahead was partially closed for repair work to a large cement-block fence by a crew of...

The feline's tail twitched. Every single member of the construction crew was bulked out, muscular, huge, and all showed seriously large arousals that flexed and drooled and stretched their canvas work pants, doing little to disguise the size or productivity of their generous heavy equipment. Several sported not just incredible bulges down their matching canvas work pant uniforms, but racks that bobbed and jiggled as they shoveled dirt into the trench dug along the sidewalk, covering up the freshly installed waterworks install below. All were muscular, defined, ripped; Maloo's eyes widened as he gawked at a particularly large bobcat with a wide stance and a thickness that curled outwards against her pants clear down to her ankle. Her stubby tail wagged side to side as she tipped back her head, drinking from a water bottle as her arms and shovels sank in against the sides of her fluffy, enormous breasts, which were clearly of the plush and plump type with the kind of cleavage a well-hung kitty could really pump a fat, throbbing thickness through...

Maloo looked away quickly, trying to refocus his thoughts as his pants stretched and protested the amount of flaccid shaft swelling up within, inch by inch by inch over the next few minutes. The cougar stared instead at the concrete truck waiting on the other side of the street as the construction crew finished laying pipe.

Looking at the overhung construction crew and the many pairs of oversized chests only intensified the cougar's awareness of his own growing length, but the view alone didn't take into account the smell. It was late morning and the heat of the summer sun grew warmer on the feline's ears and neck as his swollen pants distended further outwards until his huge balls formed a sphere the size of a bowling ball while his thick length was shoved forward and down the side of his right thigh, almost stretching to his knee at this point. Maloo grunted, the pain of smacking his oversized sac quickly replaced with a surge of pleasure up his spine as he filled out his clothes a little too rapidly for comfort.

A huge gray hand lowered in front of Maloo's nose. The rhino helped the feline to his feet and nodded as his bicep flexed and squeezed, showing off for him.

"Stay safe now, kid," the rhino grunted, his pecs rippling against the taut outlines of his white cotton shirt. The orange safety vest fluttered stiffly despite the lack of any significant breeze, which also amplified the musk and sweat and other smells drifting from the half-dozen or so burly construction workers, all of whom found reasons to flex and grunt and moan and gasp and stretch their clothes across their enormous bodies as the cougar walked by on the narrow path available on the far side of the sidewalk. Round, hard rump cheeks, groans and shudders, dark splotches of pre-cum rolling down the legs of tightly stretched canvas work pants until the feline could see the calf muscles quivering through the fabric. At one point, somehow, two of the largest construction workers collided on either side of him. A pair of immense bulges, fat and half-hard, squeezed in against his sides, while his view of the sidewalk disappeared into the smothering blackness of four round orbs, each covered in a musky layer of sweaty chest fuzz, each three or four times the size of Maloo's head. The construction workers bounced closer around him, squeezing him until the air was pushed out of his lungs before bouncing away with gasps and apologies.

"Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there!"

"Whoops, you okay, sweetie?"

"Watch your step!"

Maloo stumbled forward, nostrils flaring, making it past the construction workers with only one or two more weak-kneed moments. He got a few more feet beyond the end of the orange safety cones before leaning against a "No Parking" sign and spreading his legs. A groan ran over his lips as he felt the thickness of his brown maleness shove further past his knee, now stretching his pants visibly from the hips to mid-calf. The fat head, outlined in full by his jeans, squeezed around his lower calf as the bulges of his fleshy, backwards-pointing barbs, several dozen set in a three or four loosely concentric rings starting from just below his tip, past the head, and down the stalk, petering out a third of the way down his length, where the bulge smoothed over against the straining material of the pants. A trickle of pre ran down past his footpaw and formed a trail behind him. The button fly on the front of his pants stretched itself lewdly outwards, more than an inch of white underwear visible between and beneath each gap in the buttons. One or two looked as though they were already hanging on by threads as the feline's fingers curled into his palms. Maloo took a few deep breaths, shuddering as he felt the urgency growing.

There was nothing for it, he thought, as the warm trickle of musky pre across his toes thickened. The feline's dark golden paws opened his backpack and dug through it before withdrawing a large black square foil with a circular ridge centered in the middle. The silver writing and decorations stood out against the black foil and read, in part, "XXXL MAGNUM SUPERSIZED CONDOM" along one side. It was about as large as a frisbee.

The cougar ducked around the corner where he had a bit more privacy - a large tree to his right, the cement wall to his left, and the corner of the building behind him. It wasn't as though being hyper in public were illegal, but Maloo still preferred to at least try and exercise at least a little discretion. Nevertheless, there was no time to find a more private area. His fingers sunk into his massive arousal as he pulled it up his pants leg, shivering and whimpering through his lips clenched around the condom package as the head dragged along his pelt, leaving a long dark stain from ankle to hips up the leg of the jeans.

The enormous and soft maleness flopped forward in his paws. It wasn't growing longer anymore so much as thicker, despite still being completely soft and flaccid to the touch. Maloo shuddered as he tore open the pouch and pulled out the condom, then dragged it over the barbed head of his maleness before unrolling it to the base, doing his best to not stimulate himself any more than necessary as a few spurts of pre-cum filled the bubble tip in moments. The condom stretched tight around his arousal. The rubber was black, completely hiding the color of his maleness, though doing little to disguise the silhouette of his barbed arousal when he turned, massive arousal now draping out over his pants down his thighs and knees, almost as thick around at this point as his own hips. Despite his immense cock now being completely out in the open, the cougar got back into the flow of traffic on the sidewalk as though nothing were out of the ordinary, though his steps faltered once in a while when one of the passing pedestrians bumped or knocked against the nearly four-foot-long, three-foot-thick maleness jutting almost straight out from his hips, propped upwards by the huge sac bloating up inside his stretching pants still. Nobody paid any attention to Maloo - standards of modesty for hypers were fairly low in this day and age, and the black rubber condom considered more than good enough by the majority of society, considering how difficult it was for hypers to disguise their size under the best of circumstances. Maloo tugged at the white cotton undies which were completely stretched in every direction as his huge balls filled the space so recently occupied by his shaft, quickly sizing up until the enormous sac jostled within the jeans, threatening the buttons just as much as his shaft did earlier.

The coffee shop was on the other end of the block and the park another block after that. Maloo's ears flattened and his muzzle dipped, while his tail curled into an upside-down question mark between his legs, signalling that yes, he knew he ought to be embarrassed swinging such a massive schlong around when he was so visibly aroused - most hypers at least didn't grandstand and show off their sizes in public like the cougar was on the verge of doing with the cum balloon forming at the tip of the black rubber. He got into the line inside the air-conditioned restaurant and sighed as he felt the cool air ripple around his oversized maleness. Maybe this would cool him off and prevent him from growing any further, he hoped. In the meantime, a water balloon-sized bulge jostled from the clearly outlined tip of the cougar's hyper-sized growth, getting closer to the floor as the huge shaft kept growing, though much slower now than just after he got through the construction a few blocks previously. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited to give his order to the barista.

Up ahead, at the front of the line, an order was taking longer than it ought to. Maloo's ears twitched as heard snippets of "no, not frappe mocha, a mocha with frappe whip and cinnamon instead of nutmeg... no, wait, a macchiato. And a venti. A small, right? Or wait... maybe a latte after all..."

Maloo rolled his eyes. Newbies, he thought.

The bell above the door to the coffee shop rang. Maloo glanced over his shoulder with mild curiosity about who might be getting in line behind him, intending to only glance for a second, but his eyes widened and his muzzle fell open when he saw dozens of lean, slender, giggling cheerleaders in matching purple bras and bikini bottoms, some of which bulged conspicuously.

"Okay, ladies," said a huge gray-skinned hippo in a large cap and tracksuit. "Get your orders, then it's back on the bus. We're gonna make it to regionals this year, right?"

"Yeah!" "Yay!" "Let's go!"

Through the windows, Maloo could see a bus idling outside. The words "SYNTECH UNIVERSITY" in an italic font stretched along beneath the windows. Chalk writing on the windows had messages of support for the cheerleading squad.

The busty team members crowded in, completely filling the interior of the coffee shop. Maloo found himself jostled and bumped, squeezed and teased, as attractive squirrels, vixens, otters, lionesses, and more, each growing progressively larger than the last, until breasts several times the size of the feline's head swatted around his ears before an apologetic giraffe craned her neck down to grin at the feline upside-down.

"Excuse me!" she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "I heard the coffee here is really good. It must be with this crowd!"

"Uh... no... no problem," Maloo said, trying not to pant as he felt four or five different backsides smooshing around his oversized maleness, causing the rubber stretched around the length to squeak and stretch and further outline the growing length of his arousal.

By the time he got to order, he was undoing the button fly on his jeans and squirming with relief when his tan sac flopped out and down, setting of a lurch that traveled down his condom-clad arousal and filled the tip with a few gallons of feline seed. The barista glanced over the counter and grinned.

"You sure you want coffee, buddy?" the skunk asked as a couple cheerleaders accidentally smashed their chests up to either side of the feline's face. "Looks like you might be frisky enough already. Caffeine ain't gonna do much for that swellin' ya got there."

"You're... hnnngh... you're telling me... four coffees, two with cream, the other two with cream and sugar... make mine decaf... keep the change... excuse me ladies... coming through... good luck at... nnnnngggghhhhhffufuuuuuu... regionals!"

The cougar's head and arms stretched past the hippo's wide backside first, then his shoulders and narrow chest. His hips took a little more as the hippo shifted side to side, squeezing the cougar's massive balls from one side as a gaggle of cheerleaders squeezed in from the other in the tight confines of the restaurant. Plush and large chests, half-hard malenesses, and round, thick booties all massaged the cougar's rapidly swelling balls before the huge condom-clad arousal swung out and around the huge cheeks of the hippo coach's tracksuit-clad backside, followed by a loud groan as his huge and swollen orbs followed. They stretched out behind him, trapped in the door jam, before the hippo's huge rump squeezed backwards, shoving them through with a pleasurable pressure that made the feline bite his lip to keep from groaning. The balloon of pre-cum at the tip of his oversized hypershaft fattened up with several large pulses as his maleness flexed outwards, still gradually growing harder and stiffer even as it continued to pulse with heat, swelling and lurching and flexing inch by inch in all directions.

Maloo shuddered as a curiously warm and electric tingle traveled up his thickness. His balls were growing a bit... faster... than usual... his thinking was hazy, incomplete, hard to follow those thoughts as they crossed his mind with the constant blast of sexual need thrilling up his hips every few seconds. The condom bloated outwards, dragging along the cement of the park as the feline found himself heading for the designated meeting point on autopilot. He had to step up on tippy-toes and lurch forward to get his enormous balls sloshing forward as a perplexing heat tingled deep in the root of his crotch. Was there something wrong with his condom? It seemed durable considering how much of it was dragging along the ground without tearing, not to mention the sheer volume of thick pre-cum still pumping into it with every step. Maloo's brow furrowed while his tongue hung over his lips. Thinking was hard. He'd just deliver the coffee... and then... and then...

The feline clutched the four-cup carrier in his claws as he dragged his arousal up the grassy slope, cutting away from the path towards the cluster of picnic tables just over the ridge. He was about halfway up the slope when he heard shouts and noises.

"I got it!"

"Here!"

"Open! Open!"

Cresting the hill, two teams of players, all canines of various breeds, threw a large disc around to each other as they hurtled towards Maloo. The feline watched, eyes wide, unable to move or dodge due to his massive size, as a tall cheetah swung her arm and sent the disc floating straight towards him.

The pack of canines turned as one. Maloo managed a yelp before the dogpile swarmed over him, a few dozen furry, yipping, growling, barking bodies groping and squeezing along his incredibly large shaft, shoving against his huge and warm sac, or burying his head in the sweaty musk of the excited pack. More than a few paws shoved down around the base of Maloo's arousal as he wriggled and groaned at the surprise cuddlepile.

Eventually, a large black and brown arm stuck up from the center of the pile.

"Got it!"

The muscular Rottweiler sprung from the group and ran two steps, her massive package draping outwards in her shorts as her cut-off t-shirt fluttered over the swells of her enormous breasts, both of which had moments before been spreading around the cougar's muzzle and filling his lips with her musk. She grunted and hurled the disc further down the hill. The pack leapt after it, chasing down the player to whom the canine threw, leaving Maloo no worse for wear besides a healthy coating of canine musk and a much larger, hypersized arousal laying across his chest and belly, pinning him down. The head stretched right past his shoulder and beyond his head, and he discovered his arms could no longer reach around the incredibly swollen arousal, which was now nearly half-hard. Maloo groaned as he felt it surge in his grasp, the recent dogpiling triggering so much more pleasurable heat and pressure in the pit of his belly, while his incredible sac rolled downhill, pulling on the base of his oversized thickness with a delightfully heavy stretch. Maloo groaned, eyes closing, arms stroking over the wrist-thick veins crawling up the sides of his dark brown maleness as his chest lifted and lowered the incredible length with each panting breath. He stretched his fingers up, groaning as he felt the individual barbs of his massive arousal were now so large that each one could more than fill his paw. He was so huge... so big...

There was something wrong with the condom, Maloo was sure. Getting dogpiled was going to set him off regardless, but ever since he'd put on the rubber, he'd felt... so... goooood...

The feline's thighs trembled as he huffed and grunted, rolling to his knees. His massive shaft stretched up the hill in front of him squeezing between his shoulder-width grip of the grass below. Behind his thighs, the incredible sac roiled with seed, visibly shifting of its own accord as the cougar's heat and arousal increased. His enormous cock swung down and underneath his enormous balls as he lurched to his feet, acting as a sled as he dragged his balls behind him up the hill. The black rubber condom didn't tear as it squeezed in tight around the thick cougar cock, specially made to be durable for hypers in an outdoor environment. The bloated balls were nearly as wide as he was tall, and his cock easily stretched well past his body length as well. His legs spread wide as he held the coffee carrier - somehow miraculously unspilled - in his trembling paws. The bloat of the condom behind the tip of his overgrown cock was nearly as large as his sac by the time he reached the top of the hill.

"Maloo!"

A black- and white-furred lioness waved at the cougar from one of the picnic tables, smiling wide as she watched the slender male struggle forward with endowments larger than the rest of him. It took a few minutes, but soon the cougar stood next to the tables, panting and moaning, drool running over his lips as he set the coffees down on the table for the lioness and the other two watching in awe.

"Thanks, Maloo, you're a sweetheart," the lioness said. "Oh, and by the way, I think I left some of my, uh, specialized condoms at your place. If you see any with black foil and silver writing, don't wear them unless you're ready to go really... uh... big..."

A gush of seed stretched the black rubber even larger as it rolled to the side behind the feline's monstrously oversized arousal, now throbbing and shivering from base to tip. The lioness grinned and glanced at her friends, then back at the shuddering cougar who couldn't even talk by this point as he grew even larger.

"Hmph. Look like you'll owe me one, Maloo... don't you ever read the labels first?"

Maloo wasn't listening. He panted, gasping, breathing hard, both paws free of the coffee carrier, now able to dig into the huge base of his arousal. Every touch, no matter how slight or fleeting, sent incredible thrills of pleasure through his overstimulated brain. The cougar's thighs twitched, calves trembling, as a few lewd grunts rolled past his lips, but no coherent words babbled past his swallowing muzzle as his wide eyes stared straight into the lioness's dense, white-furred cleavage, an ocean of deep plush soft lion set amidst the inky blackness of her velvet pelt. Sasha grinned and brushed some of the long white hair draping around her head and flicking black ears, a playful smile on her muzzle as the panting cougar's thickness draped from his hips and crawled along the grass beyond the picnic table while, behind him, his enormous orbs shifted and rolled side to side. The feline's legs had to spread wide around the base of his arousal and before long he wouldn't be able to ground the ground.

The silky black lioness shifted in her seat, moving to stand. The neckline of her dark blue t-shirt stretched outwards as the bulk of her enormous orbs no longer rested on the top of the picnic table, instead hanging proudly outwards. The lioness's nipples stretched the logo of the band silkscreened on in cracked white lettering, while the waist of the shirt fluttered just below, ending well above the underswells of her massive chest. A hard and muscular belly appeared next as the wide-hipped feline's thick thighs propelled her large and powerful body into a standing position next to the moaning, groaning, growing cougar. A thin stripe of white fur traveled down from between the white-furred inner cleavage of the lioness's chest, crossing the ridges of muscle stretching across her wide and bare belly, before disappearing into her saggy black gym shorts. The nylon material wrapped loosely around her hips, draping over the thick rump, with the waistband merely tucked beneath the rope-like black tail swaying behind, tufted in a batch of thick white fuzz.

The lioness grinned as the obvious thickness of her plus-sized arousal, more than a match for her luxuriously large breasts and muscular thighs, squeezed in against the cougar's thigh. Maloo shuddered and groaned, fingers and toes curling as he felt his legs swinging in air, no longer connected to the ground except for the swollen thickness of his pent-up arousal. His knees bent around the sides of the wide top as the urethra squeezed into the grass still outlined in perfect detail by the impressively strong black condom, though even it was showing signs of strain around the base of the feline's immense maleness where the rubber turned a dark shade of gray. He was easily longer than he was tall, making any further attempt at movement impossible for the hypersized feline.

Maloo's brain spun as he felt the warmth of the lioness's chest envelop his muzzle. His eyes closed as he inhaled her deep scent and listened to her warm purring. He'd never gotten this big before. He could feel every little blade of grass tickling along his thickening, hardening arousal. The barbs shifted and squeezed outwards against the rubber condom as the tip lifted upwards, his maleness finally growing erect enough to stretch outwards with a sudden flow of lust and many gasps and groans from the feline wiggling around helplessly at the other end.

Sasha grinned over her shoulder at the two awestruck people still sitting at the benches - acquaintances, really, who were interested in doing a reality show on Maloo's life ever since he was pulled in from an alternate dimension following transformation of this universe's original Maloo into a mountainous behemoth of a carnal feline on the SynTech gameshow "Questionable Content." He'd allowed the scientists a look, of course, but they declared him completely normal and healthy, even after his many accidents following. While his case was considered relatively mundane nowadays, the entertainment execs responsible for the game show found him fascinating - especially considering the massively muscular ECF Maloo often avoided the spotlight. Maloo knew who they were, and his first instinct mirrored the impulses of this universe's Maloo: ignore them. But the payday they were offering proved too much of a temptation, so he'd asked Sasha to come with him to hear what they had to say. Of course, he hadn't expected the meeting to start like this.

The two otters, both wearing sport coats and ties despite the heat, glanced at each other and licked their lips. They invited Sasha and Maloo to make one final pitch, but hadn't expected the cougar to arrive in such a state. The two otters squirmed in their seats as their tails flexed out behind their plump and round backsides. For some reason, SynTech otters always seemed to have the biggest and roundest of rumps, even the higher-ups in the organization, like these two - a Vice President of Something or Other and a Senior Programming Blah-de-blah, Sasha hadn't really been listening so much as using her tail to tease both otters under the picnic table prior to the hypersized cougar's impressive arrival. Needless to say, the two plump-rumped males were primed and ready to go before they were asked.

Maloo's head tipped back, shoulders spreading and relaxing, arms going out and back, following the swell of his enormous fuzzy balls as they plumped up further, rising nearly two feet past his head as he sank into the churning, groaning orbs. His huge length pulsed as the otters made good use of their webbed paws along the condom-clad monster stretching the cougar's legs wide. It was bigger than the picnic table by the time it finally stopped swelling in size and the condom turned gray all around, pulling desperately tight around the pulsing length, tracing every fat vein feeding the supersized cougarshaft. The rubber turned nearly white around each enormous barb, now fully engorged and quivering along the huge crown and upper third of the engorged, plus-sized kitty cock.

He couldn't think... couldn't imagine any alternative but to nut as hard as he could, no matter where he was. The gathering crowd of shocked and, more often than not, aroused passers-by increased, forming a line along the walking path as a murmur ran through the random strangers enjoying the unexpected display.

"Oh! Maloo! There you!"

A familiar high-pitched voice called out as a large vixen squeezed through the crowd, one arm held up as her heavy chest bonked against the sides of various skulls around her.

"You dropped your keys earlier!" she called out, making her way out of the crowd. She grinned as she approached, admiring the heft of the cougar's shaft with a casualness that implied wisdom beyond even the cougar's heft. "I didn't want you to get locked out later, so I figured I'd track you down. Wasn't hard, everyone in town's heard about the big-dicked cougar in the condom waving his junk all over downtown! Well, not that anyone could blame you though. If you got it, flaunt it!"

The vixen spoke continuously as she approached. She wore different clothes than previously - a fur-tight pair of leggings that outlined her wide, gapless thighs and a sports bra that barely reached around the swells of her plump and soft breasts, which hung out past the round little belly below.

"Anyways, I decided to go for a job, and things have worked out!"

The vixen grinned as she walked closer, paw holding the keys out for the cougar who wasn't even aware of the vixen's approach, being too blissed out on the building pleasure in his loins to care one way or another if he got locked out of his apartment. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on perspective, the cougar's neighbor was a bit too friendly and tripped as she tried to find a pocket on the jeans still hanging off the cougar's legs around the swollen shaft. She flattened into the side, massive chest squeezing in flat and spreading across the throbbing arousal. Maloo's moans fluttered into the air.

"Oh, excuse me! I'm just so clumsy today!"

"Okay, girls, the regionals tryouts were moved, so we need to get to the other side of the park!"

As the vixen squirmed against the huge shaft, dimpling the taut black rubber and transferring all sorts of additional sensations to the cougar's thickness, the cheerleading squad the cougar encountered earlier crested a hill above the picnic table area where he wriggled atop his hypersized cock. The flood of cheerleaders passed around and over the squirming cougar as Sasha purred and teased belly and thighs, making his twitch and moan as the tip of the condom surged outwards in all directions, going semi-translucent at the tip. Cheerleaders vaulted his massive arousal, bouncing their hips off the top or springing into and over the sides with elegant rolls. Tails and legs and arms and chests and bulging packages each in turn groped and rubbed across the cougar as the group of SynTech University cheerleaders made their cheerful way across the park, continuing on past the picnic area through a gap in the people still crowding along the walking bath below the picnic tables.

The last to cross was the coach. The hippo's enormous chest swayed side to side as she huffed and puffed, a small whistle tucked between her lips as she gamely hauled her bulky figure on a straight path towards the feline's quivering arousal. Sasha's eyes widened as she felt the ground rumble at the hippo's charging approach, close on the heels of the freshman cheerleaders scrambling to keep up with the more experienced members of the squad.

For a moment, it appeared as though the hippo's enormous chest, each huge teardrop easily the size of the cougar's torso, would simply crash into the enormous log and send the cougar spinning, at best, down the hill, but instead, at the last moment, something magical happened. The lioness's eyes went even wider as she watched the hippo's thighs flex, huge muscles popped up to show against the layer of smooth and warm skin made thick with a dense layer of pudge, hiding the power below. The hippo's chest and potbelly led the way as she vaulted into the air, both wide legs kicking around as her wide hands extended outwards. Her fingers sank into the cougar's massive shaft, flexing it down into the grass and encouraging a massive eruption somewhere in the bubbling, churning, cum-filled balloon spilling down the hill towards the watching crowds.

The hippo's hips wiggled as she turned, spinning on her fingers and paws, before flipping back over onto her feet, landing with a huge thud that rattled the cougar's massive and swollen sac. A ripple of polite applause ran through the crowd as the hippo turned back around, bowed slightly, then jogged off, ground trembling in her wake.

"What the-" Sasha began, but before she could even ask, another voice interrupted her.

"Alright, boys and girls, this is where the new shelter's going in. Let's get to work!"

From the other side of the hill opposite the walking path, a dozen or so massively muscular construction workers appeared carting hammers, bags of nails, lumber, cement powder, wheelbarrows, and more, all supplies to build a roof over the picnic table area, directly where she was leaning in against Maloo and stroking his belly as he moaned and groaned with blissed out cries of pleasure.

A muscular rhino and an overhung bobcat with tits that rivaled Sasha's set up shop using Maloo's cock as a table for the blueprints. The whole crew gathered around, squeezing and pushing in close to get a better look at the papers, often leaning in with their immensely muscular thighs or squeezing at the dark brown flesh with their powerful, rough fingers.

"Okay, let's get it done!"

The shelter went up rapidly: holes dug, posts planted, cement poured, frames assembled, mounted, bolted, and shingled in record time, though Sasha suspected the fast-paced crew would work even more quickly were they not taking every opportunity available to tease the moaning, shuddering, fully aroused cougar, whose thick member curled upwards, barely touching the grass at as muscular biceps, firm chests, and big bulges squeezed and stroked over the condom-clad shaft. The balloon of pre-cum and seed draped down the swollen urethra, stretching outwards as it creaked and groaned, as large and as full as a family-sized above-ground swimming pool.

The bobcat chose the long way around to grab her hammer, which she'd somehow forgotten. The muscular feline's thighs spread across the bulk of the cougar's arousal before clenching down, squeezing hard, muscles flexing and tightening until the cougar's whole shaft fattened through to the oversized crown. The barbs quivered against the rubber from inside and Maloo yowled at the increase in pressure. The bobcast smirked as she leaned over, legs still clenched, and picked up her hammer, then leaned the other way and dismounted as though clambering around an enormously large cougar-stalk were an everyday jobsite difficulty.

The last clatter of hammers and drills ended. The shelter peaked overhead, a simple four-post affair that now provided plenty of shade for the lioness, cougar, and two otters still somehow grasping and holding onto the base of the massive cougar cock, all while Maloo wriggled his shoulders deeper into his aching, bloated, enormous balls, so full and heavy, so ready to... ready to... to...

Maloo's roar, loud as it was, was drowned out by the sloshing of the ultra-flexible condom lurching and stretching down the hill towards the walking path. It tripled in size in moments as the feline's shaft lifted upwards, pointing almost straight up before flopping down with an earth-shaking thud across the grass, loosing even more huge outbursts of pent-up seed into the condom, dozens of gallons with every brain-melting lurch of his sensitive arousal. He twitched and wriggled, the pleasure increasing, spiking, making his torso - small and tiny in proportion to his hypersized balls and veiny, condoom-clad maleness - wiggle with desperate lust as he finally experienced the release he'd needed ever since waking up so many hours ago.

"Uh, folks? Might wanna... step back over there!" Sasha said, calling out to the crowd as the enormous condom rolled down the slight hill towards the walking path, still growing and inflating with an ocean of white cougar spooge, with no signs of slowing as the sloshing echoed through the park. "And... hey! You! On the bike! Watch out! You'll burst the-"

SPLOOOOOOOOOSH!

Later that afternoon, Maloo hunched over the park bench. His cock, still well over two feet long, pulsed against the grass as his immense sac flattened against the grass on the ground behind him, still cumming, still pumping, still draining. The flow of seed ran down the hill and into the river far below that, creating a running river of musky cougar jizz. The cougar shivered and sipped at his coffee, wishing he'd brought more than one condom as several passers-by cast him dirty looks for not keeping himself wrapped up.

"Anyways, look, you know the score. We're interested in filming anything. Like what happened this morning. Easy money, and it's not like you're going out of your way or anything. Instead of being all over the internet on amateur photographers who don't know how to film horizontally, you'll be all over SynTech Streaming and get a nice payday as well."

The other otter piped in. Both still dripped in thick, white cougar jizz, as though having been doused merely moments previously.

"Very nice."

"And we'd like to make it even nicer: a ten-episode package, with enough zeroes in your check to make sure you won't have to do it again."

"Ever again, though we wouldn't mind if you did."

"What do you say?"

"At least consider it."

"What have you got to lose?"

The cougar glanced at Sasha, who just shrugged, though she wiggled the phone in her fingers suggestively before winking and turning it sideways, causing the picture of his face, blurred and badly framed, to appear before a zoom-out showed him in his hyperphallic glory, lost in a haze of lust and cum.

Maloo blushed and looked back down at his coffee as his enormous sac churned, still draining. With that sort of money, he could get a drain installed around his bed. Hell, he could build a house customized just for him and his uncommon symptoms. The thought was appealing, and he wouldn't have to do all that much work...

The feline glanced at Sasha again, then wrapped his long, rope-like golden tail around the swell of his oversized balls, each orb still larger and thicker around than his own chest.

"I've decided," the cougar said. "I'll

The End