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Employee Retraining

By Danath

SynTech Slushpile Commission #1

Atari & Cary © Danath; Jayce © Jayce

Content warning: Soft CV, M/M, transformation, twinkification, studification

The Candy Factory previously featured in this story and text adventure: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1455868

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"And here's your temporary ID badge. Your permanent one will come in a few weeks once we take your picture."

Jayce nodded and pulled the loop of the black-and-white lanyard around his fluffy black mane. The lion was tall, just over six feet, and rocked the tight t-shirt with the "Atari's Gym" logo stretched across his pecs. He wasn't the largest feline to ever walk the floors at Atari's, of course, but for the gym's new morning manager, he lived up to appearances.

On the other side of the check-in desk near the front doors of the gym, Atari the white tiger leaned on his elbows, a sharp-toothed smile gleaming from between his black lips. The tiger stood nearly eight feet tall and wore a sleeveless tank top that left his incredible biceps exposed. The fabric clung to the large tiger's belly and sides before the bottom hemline draped over his equally impressive thighs. In the front, the bottom of the shirt lifted, supported by the everpresent bulge situated atop the huge tiger's thighs. Jayce was doing his best, as he had been since the first interview for the job, to keep his eyes from locking onto that thick, gorgeous hunk of maleness and... and...

"-start right away. Any questions? Jayce? Jayce?"

The lion's eyes popped up, wide, before closing partly as Jayce attempted to act casual.

"Oh, uh, of course, no problem!" he said, while grabbing a stack of towels off the counter. The white-and-black tiger-striped towels matched the general theme of the decor, an homage to the enormous and muscular white tiger that owned the place. Jayce strategically placed the towels in front of his crotch and nodded furiously as he hobbled away from his new boss.

Hiding the arousal that tented his gym shorts every time he saw the tiger over the next few hours, though, became more and more difficult. The tiger's musk was intense, cutting through the general reek of sweat and cleaning products that filled the main floor where rows of exercise bikes, weight-lifting stations, and other equipment came under regular use by the gym's patrons. Without trying to appear as though he were avoiding Atari, Jayce kept himself busy cleaning, signing up new members, and chatting with the other employees of the gym.

The muscular lion just finished re-racking some hand-weights and barbells when he felt a huge paw clasp around his shoulder.

"Hey, new manager! You're doing great! Been waiting for a new hire to show some spunk and initiative," Atari said. "Let me treat you to lunch to say thanks for joining the team! I got something on order in my office."

The lion nodded, trying not to react to Atari's scent or touch as those huge fingers squeezed around his shoulder. Jayce could sense the power in those digits and shivered despite himself. He walked with Atari towards the stairs to the upper floor and the tiger's private office, trying to breath as the massive male shifted his arm and draped it around his shoulders, keeping the side of his head crammed against one of Atari's half-exposed pecs the whole time, even up the stairs.

By the time Atari twisted the handle and flung open the door to his office, Jayce was panting, tongue hanging over his lips, eyes half-lidded. His nose rubbed the side of the big tiger's pec, sliding across the dense white fur. He didn't bother trying to hide the substantial bulge in his pants, though even fully erect like he was, he couldn't compare to the white tiger's thickness. The tiger purred, low and deep, as he swung the door shut and approached the lion from behind.

Jayce's muzzle opened and a gasp ripped from his muzzle when he felt the tiger's arms wrap around his chest and pull him backwards. Atari's paws could almost circle his belly completely, and the huge bulge in the feline's shorts compressed against his backside, squeezing between his rump cheeks under his lifted tail. Atari growled lightly, teeth hovering near Jayce's ear, as his hips pushed forward and pulled back with regular, rhythmic timing, slow and steady. The lion shuddered and moaned, head tipping back, exposing his neck as he felt Atari's pecs bounce and shift against his shoulders and neck. The huge maleness grinding against his backside fattened substantially, and Jayce's eyes widened as he felt the firm tip prod at the base of his tail.

"Of course, no matter how good your work is, we've got to make sure you look the part," Atari rumbled. He punctuated his sentence with a thrust that made Jayce's eyes bug.

The lion gasped again when he felt Atari's fingers dig into his hips, roughly clasping and grasping him as the tiger pushed him forward, half-dragging him across the floor and up against the wall. The picture frames with photos of Atari, the gym, and famous patrons bounced on their nails as the lion's body flattened beneath the muscular tiger's enormous bulk.

From behind, Jayce was barely visible - the occasional glimpse of wrist or leg sticking out from around Atari's wide hips and shoulders. The barrel-bodied feline abs clenched as his shorts drew even more tight around his rump, outlining each of his powerful glutes in fine detail. The seams pulled, thread stretching, as the tiger worked his hips forward harder, faster, his growing arousal quickly threatening the structural integrity of his shorts as he growled into the moaning lion's ear. With the addition of claws scraping over the lion's chest and belly, teasing in and out of his smoothly defined pecs and stomach, Jayce's shaft pulsed, releasing the first of many squirts of clear pre-cum that soaked the front of his shorts, creating a growing wet spot that soon expanded to cover most of his front.

Atari's shorts finally gave out. The tiger leaned back, belly and hips grinding in, massive cock spearing upwards as it burst through the front of the shorts. The tattered seams released as the fabric was ripped upwards, pulling the shorts almost perfectly in half. The bulging, fattened urethra thwapped against Jayce's backside with a hot smack before rebounding off Atari's own pecs. The base squeezed between Jayce's golden tan rump cheeks as a bead of pre-cum the size of a baseball developed at the throbbing tip. Atari pulled the last few scraps of cloth away from his hips as he wrapped a paw around Jayce's neck from behind, pulling the smaller male backwards from the wall. Jayce's belly twitched as the huge cock slid up his spine and between his shoulder blades, while the throbbing in his own shorts reached fever pitch.

The tiger's huge bicep lifted and stretched over Jayce's head, enveloping his ears and muzzle in the white tiger's deep armpit. The musk and heat overwhelmed the lion, whose arms pressed straight down, wrists bent, every claw snikking out as the tiger's arm squeezed down around him. A large wet spot appeared at the tip of the tent of his shorts that grew larger, spreading across both of his thighs as it dribbled lower towards his knees. At the same time, Atari's other paw went between Jayce's thighs, wrapping a huge paw around the inside of his leg.

"Welcome to employee orientation!" Atari said.

The tiger leaned back, flipping the lion upside down and twisting his head around underneath his arm, smearing the wriggling feline with musk. Atari's legs spread, cock drooping forward in mid-air, massive sac bloating to stretch straight towards the floor past his knees. Jayce wasn't sure which way was up when he felt fresh air rush across his muzzle for the first time in an eternity, but he only just managed to blink open his eyes when he felt a warmth envelop his muzzle and face shortly before surrounding his entire head.

Atari grunted, biceps flexing, thighs straining, as he force-fed his latest employee to his shaft upside down. He bit his lower lip as he felt the lion's muscular shoulders and chest stretch open the tip of his huge maleness, but once the outline of the lion's head and shoulders reached halfway down his cock, his eager length did the rest of the work by itself. Atari rolled his fingers down the underside of his massive length as he watched the lion's legs kicking and wiggling, only his knees and feet left outside as his warm, musky length tugged the male deeper. The tiger shuddered and dragged his huge sac across the office floor, catching the throw rug as he did, and flopped into his reinforced office chair, legs spread wide around either side of his fantastically huge white sac. He wrapped both paws around the base of his maleness and squeezed, preventing the lion from sliding any deeper for the moment. With only his ankles left outside of the immense shaft, all Jayce could do was wriggle and make muffled noises of pleasure. His hips twitched and, judging from the way the outline of his shaft moved against the inner walls of Atari's urethra, came pretty hard, though it was hard to tell with all the thick dollops of pre-cum drizzling from the tip already.

Atari leaned back, eyes closed, arms reaching down past his bulbous pecs and deep-cut belly, slowly massaging his hands around the base of his cock, creating his own ring with his fingers. His maleness tensed, veins swelling and popping against the skin, as the lion's toes curled and uncurled above the drooling tip. The tiger bit his lower lip again as he jerked his paws up and down in fast and hard motions, forcing Jayce to slide back up a few inches before getting pulled back down each time, until the huge length was bouncing off his chest - once or twice, Jayce's exposed feet nearly smacked the big tiger's jaw.

But all good things end, and Atari let out a deep and low moan of approval as he pulled his paws away from his base and stroked them up to the tip, passing over the lion's feet as his huge length greedily pulled the wriggling, orgasming male straight down into his churning nuts. The lion's tip exploded, spraying a six-inch-wide string of thick white feline spooge up and out in an arc that landed not on the floor, but splattered across the door with a wet thud. The second followed suit, and the third even hit the ceiling as Atari's powerful length sucked Jayce fully inside the right nut, outlining his arms and legs as the lion rolled and wriggled within the hot, musky chamber. The tiger lifted his right foot and brought it down on top of the various wiggling bulges, squeezing Jayce and his huge ball down into the floor, foot sinking in up past the ankle before his massive shaft responded with an extra large blast that was no doubt heard on the floor below.

A river of seed flowed from the tip, much of his dribbling down over the massive sac resting flat against the floor. Atari leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his muzzle as he reached for the leftmost drawer of his desk. With his right foot still kneading the lion stuffed down inside his balls, Atari pulled a cigar from the drawer, snipped the tip with his teeth, and stuck it between his lips, eyes half-closed with pleasure as his massive maleness began the slow process of shrinking back down somewhat.

"See you bright and early tomorrow, Jayce. Heh heh..."

The next day, 6 p.m.

"Thanks for staying late, Jayce. You're really making a name for yourself here already."

"Thanks, boss!"

"Hit the showers, then clock out. Thanks again and have a good night!"

The seven-foot-tall lion grinned. He clutched three fifty-pound barbells in one paw and another three hand barbells of various weights in his other as he nodded at the large white tiger. Jayce was loving his job, and he was getting popular already - many of the patrons were stopping him to ask for help spotting as they lifted. The lion looked ruefully down at his shorts, which were packed with a thick bulge of flaccid sheath that he couldn't hide no matter what he tried. Whenever he spotted anyone, his huge balls and sheath inevitably dragged across their faces, musking them up and leaving them flustered. Jayce was sure he'd be hearing about the complaints by tomorrow, though the patrons never seemed to complain about it to him directly. Maybe apologizing with a hug was working.

The beefy lion's tank top squeezed around his chest, outlining the fat pecs and hard belly below. The lion's impressive twelve-pack, like his maleness, couldn't hide beneath the skimpy gym clothes.

"Hey, Mr. New Manager!"

Jayce turned and saw another employee of the gym waving at him. It turned out there was a regular gathering of gym employees and this week they were going to a new club. Jayce was, of course, immediately in.

It was nearly nine p.m. when they arrived. The club was impressive, darkly lit with neon purples and pinks everywhere. A huge disco ball hung above the dance floor, which was surrounded by small tables and intimate, cozy booths made of glossy black plastic. Two bars occupied either side of the large main floor on either wall stretching away from the entrance, staffed by a variety of cute, bubble-butted bartender boys in equally tiny little outfits. The Candy Factory certainly lived up to its name.

Jayce was popular. Very, very popular. He wiggled his hips side to side on the dance floor, one paw wrapped around the juicy rump of a lithe racoon, the other splayed into the soft and plush belly of a short and plump gray-furred wolf in a pink bikini bottom. A few other cute boys crowded in around the tall, muscular lion, who encouraged through ignoring the paws sneaking down the front of his blue jeans or groping at the insides of his thighs. The jeans, recommended to him by Atari, featured an extra large front to accommodate the fat bulge of his maleness, currently rolled over on itself so that the tip disappeared somewhere in the roundness of his massive sac.

The blasting music made conversation impossible. The darkness, save for the bright spots of flickering mirror light from the disco ball, set an intense and carefree mood in the big lion's mind. He grinned and growled, growing more bold as the hours went by. Fueled by a variety of drinks pressed into his paws by the twinky sluts keeping close by him no matter where he went, the buff lion retreated to a booth, legs spreading under the table as three of his admirers dived below, only their hips and tails sticking out from underneath in a line of wagging furry cheeks. Jayce relaxed backwards, arms spread around the two cuties rubbing their paws across his massive chest, idly pressing his fingers into their plump bottoms. The big feline top growled as he felt muzzles worshipping at his steadily growing shaft as the music bounced along, the deep bass making the table in front of him vibrate.

The lion was worked up for sure. He was panting, tongue spreading saliva across his dry lips. His claws squeezed into the hips of the two femboys on either side of him, making them squeal as the trio of unseen muzzles beneath the table spread his pre-cum around, making his fat shaft bounce upwards against the underside of the wood. He could feel one shoving his muzzle at the base of his cock, where his enormous balls met the throbbing, powerful shaft, pushing in hard and deep...

A set of silver claws appeared in front of the lion. They were attached to a long, lean, and elegant black paw and wrist. Jayce's eyes widened slowly as his gaze traveled along the smooth bicep, trim shoulders, and thin neck, to the face of the black panther with the hungry gaze in his narrow blue eyes. The newest addition to the twinks swarming the big lion ignored the wriggling buttsluts all around, stepping over and through them with ease on his way up to the lion's side. The black panther drew in close, claw tips spreading apart. Jayce's eyes snapped shut as he felt the pintips stroke through his pelt, teasing the skin beneath, and shoved his hips upwards, causing his swollen sac, long since pulled free of his jeans by the twinks under the table, slapped two of them hard enough to knock them over.

"Haven't seen you around before, stud," the panther murmured. Despite the low and sensual tone of voice, the blasting music, and the squealing twink who chose that moment to beg for his cock with a loud moan into his ear, Jayce heard every word the panther said. The big lion's head nodded, as though hypnotized, eyes dully focusing on the small, narrow-shouldered black panther's wide set eyes and muzzle. "Hmmmm... you're quite the male, aren't you? Bet you'd love to get your claws into me, wouldn't you?"

The panther turned and Jayce shuddered. One of the twinks under the table emerged a moment later, face completely drenched in thick clear pre-cum, soaked from his long ears down to his belly with fresh, warm seed. Jayce nodded mutely, wanting nothing else in the world so badly at that moment in time than to grab the gorgeous little black cat and flip him over. His eyes went down, absorbing the view of each inch of silky black fur curving in against his sides and lower back before spreading across a fat, plump backside. A pair of thighs, both combined wider than his own stomach, narrowed down to a petite set of knees and shapely calves. The panther's only clothing was a pair of tight, black booty shorts with strategically placed, hemmed-in tears across his thighs, blending the dark fabric into his oily black midnight pelt even more. Across his extra wide, plump backside, the booty shorts spelled out a simple message in sparkly diamond studs: "JUICY."

Jayce wasn't sure what happened over the next few minutes. Various twinks moaning with disappointment as the black panther sauntered away, the lion trailing behind a few feet, a vacant expression on his muzzle. His cock was rock-hard, jutting from between his thighs to just below his round, hard pecs, jeans halfway down his impressive thighs. The fabric of his boxer briefs pulled underneath his sac, letting it jostle and swing side to side with excessive freedom of movement. More than a few dancers and drinkers ogled the enormous lion's body as he followed the sauntering panther's hypnotically swaying hips through a hallway down the side of the bar, past a beefy German Shepherd bouncer in a black suit and glasses, through a door opened by another bouncer, and into a small office.

Jayce finally moved of his own accord. As soon as the door closed, the lion swept the contents of the desk - a laptop, some papers and files - off to the floor, then grabbed the panther's hips and swung him around, plopping him down on the flat surface. He pushed in, muzzle open, eyes closed, huge cock shoving forward, wanting to feel it grinding between the small panther's soft, smooth chest fur...

Only the panther wasn't there. The lion looked around. Jayce could have sworn he'd just had his paws on the male, but how his fingers grasped at air. In the dim light provided by a single desk lamp on top of a filing cabinet in the corner of the office, Jayce looked side to side, then turned his head to look over his shoulder as he felt a paw of paws slap down around his rump, fingers digging roughly into his glutes. He let out an involuntary yelp and leaned forward, mane swaying around his muzzle as his tongue pushed out from between his wide open teeth. His claws scraped on the desk as he grabbed the side, unable to stop the surge of electric pleasure that made his thick shaft ache. A string of spooge erupted from the tip, spraying across the top of the desk and dripping down over the side onto the floor. The edge of the desk pushed into the base of his cock, adding extra pressure as the surprisingly strong panther's fingers dug even deeper into his rump, fortunately with his claws in this time.

"Seems you made a mistake, stud," the panther purred above the dull throb of the bass music from the main dance floor. "See, in this scenario, you're the bottom."

The lion's muzzle opened to protest, but the panther's hips swung forward, jolting Jayce forward into the desk again. He collapsed over the top of his, chest splattering and splashing down into the pool of cum accumulated from his dripping thickness. The panther's fingers stroked upwards, clutching the larger male and keeping him shoved forward into the desk.

Jayce gasped again when he felt the panther kick at his ankles, forcing him to spread his stance as he leaned over, which kept his hard, powerful rump angled down and out. The lion looked over his shoulder, trying to move as he felt a fat warmth slap across his cheeks. It was heavy, dense, and visibly growing longer, harder, and thicker by the moment. Jayce shuddered as he stared at the enormous midnight stalk jutting from the panther's thighs, already bigger than his own and showing few signs of slowing. The panther's immense sac spilled from his booty shorts, filling out and swelling with arousal as the first few clear drops of pre formed at the tip.

The panther groaned as his immense log slapped down over the prostrated lion's backside again.

"Too bad I've got my club to run, or I'd take my time and really show you a thing or two, you big muscle-bound stud," the feline grunted, shivering as the lion's cheeks clenched instinctively at the massive arousal. "As it is, you're just my... mmmmph... lunch break..."

Jayce's muzzle suddenly dropped towards the desk. His chest smeared his own seed around even more as he felt his legs rise into the air. The small, twinky black panther somehow lifted the much larger cat's bottom end completely off the ground with ease. The lion's hands reached across the desk, clutching at the rim of the other side, as something warm and pulsing wrapped around his ankles. Looking back, cheek shoved into his own bicep, he stared with wide eyes as he watched the panther's hips thrusting forward, working the tip of his enormously thick cock around his wiggling ankles. The panther's fat maleness was easily bigger around in the middle than his own hips, and swelled even larger as the panther pumped forward, eagerly forcing his cock to latch onto the muscular lion's lower body.

By the time Jayce felt his feet being tugged down into the even tighter, hotter warmth of the panther's bloated sac, the lion still wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. His massive cock flexed beneath him, pulsing and shooting, especially once the lip of the panther's cock pushed up underneath his sac. Halfway around his muscular glutes, the huge cock found itself impeded in its progress of devouring the muscular lion by the big male's sheer girth.

The panther shuddered and moaned, leaning forward into his own fat balls as he reached as far forward with his paws as he could. His fingers clutched at the lion's shoulders, then dug into his mane, pulling down with all his might as his massive cock flexed and wiggled against the heavy, immobile body of the shuddering lion. Jayce's cock fired, cumming hard, shocks of pleasure making his hips buck upwards and lift off the desk. The sudden motion dislodged the head of the panther's cock, and a moment later he fell backwards onto his thick rump. His knees bent and spread to the sides around his huge sac as his cock flexed straight up and jerked with rapid back and forth motions. The base of the huge length inflated as the lion's chest plugged up the tip, his lower body outlined against the urethra all the way down into the roiling, swollen black balls at the base.

"Mmmffffffuuuuuck, get in there," the panther moaned.

"Yessss, siiirrrrrr," Jayce slurred back, his voice sounding strange and high-pitched as it emerged from his large throat and head.

"Call me Cary, slut!"

The panther grinned and huffed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he leaned back and pumped his hips upwards, lifting the other male completely into the air before lowering and lifting again. His cock swung outards, between his legs, pointing at the desk, before flying backwards and smacking across Cary's shoulder. Each time, the lion was pulled deeper by another foot or so, until only his elbows and wrists appeared from the drooling tip. The flow of pre-cum increased ten-fold as the panther's sac inflated, bulging and shifting and pulling away from the twinky feline's hips. Cary closed his eyes, huffing and moaning, paws stroking his shaft with intense eagerness as the lion's fingertips disappeared into the burbling tip. Leaning forward, Cary wriggled his chest and belly forward, sliding and humping at his own massively distended shaft. He groaned with delight as he felt his cock tip forward, smacking down and spreading across the floor in front of him. Though he was already slowly shrinking back down to a more regular size at an inverse rate to the size of his growing sac, the huge length still stretched past his pecs and neck, easily bigger at the tip than his own head. He humped at the floor, working thick gushes of seed from his tip as both legs lifted, feet shoving backwards into his own huge nuts, kneading the squirming figure of the lion inside.

"Mmmmffff... that's it, slut... let's get you in uniform for your new job. You start... unnnff... tomorrow!"

The next day...

"Sounds great, and tell them when the delivery arrives to let me know right away," Atari said, nodding as he checked various items off a list before handing it to a subordinate. He turned towards the doors when he heard the bell ring, smiling huge. "Welcome to Atari's Gym! How can I help-"

"Hey, boss!"

It was Jayce - of sorts. Atari's jaw dropped to the floor as he stared at the five-foot-and-change lion. Gone was all the white tiger's hard work bulking up his newest employee. Instead, Jayce could only be described as a slut of the first degree - fat hips, visible G-string straps, mesh crop top; the lion was even suckling, with plenty of flair, a lollipop too large for his plump, moist lips. Long strands of black mane hair hung around his face, framing his pouty muzzle and wide eyes.

The white tiger's eyes narrowed, staring at the new version of Jayce, as the short, subby little lion sauntered by, hips jostling the massive, mostly-exposed rump swinging from his hips. Sure, a nice fat rump that you could sink your paws into up your wrists was something Atari enjoyed, like any other red-blooded massively muscular feline, but Jayce wasn't supposed to be some cockhungry twink who wasn't happy without a cock up his rump; Jayce was his studly morning manager, responsible for his pride and joy, his gymnasium. How could a thick-hipped boytoy like the lion as he currently was handle a rough-and-tumble environment like this?

Atari scowled. This just wouldn't do. The tiger quickly pulled the lion upstairs for a meeting; he emerged a few hours later as a swollen bit of pudge on the huge tiger's maleness.

The next day...

"Sorry I couldn't make it last night, boss. Something came up. My bad."

Jayce smirked at Cary. He had a paw deep in the cracks of a pair of cute little white rabbits on either side of his massive, swollen body. Muscles rippled from his wide neck, over his bulbous pecs, strong muscle-gut, all of him improved vastly over the original stud that appeared in front of Cary the other day. The panther's frown grew deeper and more set as he eyed what was supposed to be his latest prize employee: a sexy little lion with a fat rump who couldn't say no even if you ordered him to. Instead, he was a confident, cocky stud manhandling all the merchandise in the place. It was only Cary's frown that was keeping more of his slutty employees from pouncing the nearly eight-foot-tall behemoth's powerful, rigid body. Even Cary had to admit - he was tempted. Anyone who claimed they didn't dig giant beefyboys with too much cock and too little common sense was lying. Cary licked his lips, glancing at the lion's bulging crotch, where his shaft was even bigger than the last time. There were also clear signs of a flare at the tip and a medial ridge halfway down the shaft. At least whoever was messing around with Cary's toys was taking care of that bit of business correctly, he thought.

The panther stretched his arms out in front of him, fingers interlaced, palms facing forward. He cracked his knuckles and grinned, sharp little white teeth baring as the huge lion's eyes glazed over and his bulging jeans threatened to rip open right then and there.

"I hate that haircut, by the way," the panther said of the lion's close-cropped, flat-topped mane.

After a few hours in the back office, Cary emerged with a pep in his step and a smirk on his muzzle. Settling down into the owner's booth near the back corner of the club, he motioned for a few of his employees to help settle the huge, twitching, roiling bulk of his fat black testicles under the table. The bottoms of his nuts flattened along the floor and wrapped partly around the pole as he rested his calves along the bulges.

"Huff... huff... you better... be on time... mmffff... tomorrow!"

The next day...

Atari walked into his locker rooms, turned the corner around a bank of the blue steel compartments, and almost fell across Jayce as the twinky buttslut was in the middle of riding the cock of a huge, muscular bull, one of the gym's regular patrons. Atari bit his tongue as he watched Jayce's plump, thick hips jostle up and down, bouncing and slapping across the bull's thighs. The lion leaned forward, both paws stretched high into the air. The bigger male had used athletic tape to strap the lion's thin, narrow wrists to the outpoints of his own horns, suspending the thin-bellied, wide-hipped fucktoy in midair. The bull nodded his head, one of Jayce's ankles clutched in each hand, spreading the fat little thighs almost horizontal as the massive, dark red bullshaft plunged deep enough to show as a visible bulge outlined against Jayce's plump, soft, completely muscle-less belly. The lion's enormous horsecock flopped up and down, smacking into his belly before lowering to point towards the floor, each time surging back up with a spray of pre-cum. The fat, full maleness was black at the tip with a mottled fade into a dark pink halfway down. The broad, flared head pulsed as the lion's lean belly distended with each gut-churning thrust.

Atari shivered, feeling an instinctual rush in his pants. Of course, he also felt an instinctual ruse of annoyance. Just who was it that was turning his big muscular lion into a subby fucktoy? At least Atari wasn't going to make it easy on whoever it was that was ruining his toys. But first...

"Hey, Glen. Mind if I join ya?"

"Feel free, Atari, he's your employee. Sides, this fat-rumped slut's been begging for more even after I went to the hilt. Do your worst, I say."

"Heh. Thanks, bud. Hold his hips, will ya?"

The next day...

Cary growled as he stood in the doorway to the sleeping dorms where some of his employees stayed after their late night shifts. Drink service was dragging all night, and Cary finally discovered the reason why: five of his best, thickest bartenders and waiters were currently flat on their backs with full bellies and smoking rumps. A sixth was buried in a mattress somewhere beneath a massive, hulking megalion, easily ten feet tall. The squealing twink beneath the immense lion let out a final, gurgling gasp before a gush of potent white lion-spooge bloated his belly, filled his throat, and drained from his nostrils. The massive horsecock was stuck halfway, unable to penetrate deeper thanks to the fat medial ridge halfway down plugging up the twinky bartender's furry rump.

The lion's fat pecs swelled, even the veins visibly bulging beneath the stretched, taut golden fur. The lighter fur across his belly and crotch constantly moved as his enormous erection remained rock hard. Jayce pulled back, roughly jerking his thickness free from the bloated, ruined rump of the rabbit on the bed beneath him.

"Thanks for the fuck, slut. Tell your friends to see me if they wanna have a good time too. Huh heh heh..."

Cary pinched the bridge of his muzzle between his forefingers, glancing up only briefly as yet another of his employees snuck in through the door with an apologetic look and gleefully threw themselves at the huge lion's bulk. This wasn't going to work. He needed to find a compromise with whoever was turning his beautiful and soft little plaything into a muscle-ridden monster.

But first...

Cary cracked his knuckles and grinned as his paw reached into the petite bulge in the front of his shorts. A massive length spilled forth, far larger than was hinted, drooping out and over. The tip swayed down to his shins as he advanced on the buff, huge lion's gloriously thick and firm glutes. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

Several weeks later...

It was late at night and Atari's gym was empty despite being open 'round the clock. A series of explosive moans in high and low pitches drifted through the air, making it past the glass front walls of the gym. Inside, the groaning and other noises of excitement were louder yet, increasing in volume on the main floor of the gym. There, in the center of the large building, atop the padded floor, Jayce found himself locked in a battle between two superior powers.

The lion's mane clung to his head and neck. Rivulets of seed and cream rolled down his muzzle and dripped from his brow as he hung between Atari and Cary, belly up. His legs spread around the white tiger's hips, while his paws clutched at Cary's firm, plump thighs. The black panther's right paw spread over the top of Jayce's throat, squeezing as he pistoned his hips forward, stretching the lion's muzzle and cheeks. The golden feline's belly also distended, shoved out and up as the white tiger's balls swung forward, bouncing off Jayce's thick hips. The lion's huge biceps shrunk down to lean, smooth limbs, only to plump back up again after a few deep, rapid thrusts from the tiger.

"Nnngggg... can we agree... he needs a chunky rump?" Cary gasped.

Jayce gurgled as another wash of thick white seed flooded his face and nostrils.

"Fine, but only if... you give in... on the six... pack! Fuck!"

The tiger's voice rose in pitch as he pumped forward, claws out, digging into the lion's suddenly growing hips. Lion-butt pushed between his spread fingers as he swung forward, smacking his heavy, round balls against the back of the feline's knees.

"A small one. And pecs too, I suppose," Cary panted.

The tiger's smirk appeared as he rested for a moment, balls deep inside the frantically wriggling, overstuffed lion, whose six pack was not currently visible at the moment thanks to the fat shaft plunged inside him that was thicker around than the lion's own thigh. The lion's chest filled out, fat and full, massive and muscular pecs accompanied by a gorgeously huge six-pack of pure power. It emerged from the grunting lion's chest and belly fur, carved into his body like marble.

"Didn't I say just a little one?" Cary said, though his complaint ended a moment later when he felt the muscular lion's more powerful throat muscles massage the length he'd buried there earlier. The lean and thick-rumped black panther shivered as he thrust into the lion's muzzle, hard and fast, not breaking pace as he matched the tiger's output. His eyes narrowed.

"He's a sub, obviously."

"Dom!"

"Sub!"

"Dom!"

"Hrhrglooorrrlgl!"

Jayce's belly inflated outwards, lifting even his chest, for a long moment before fluid dynamics slammed him back into reality. Thick gouts of cum blasted from his nostrils, muzzle, and rump, squirting dozens of feet in all directions as his overinflated body finally reached the equilibrium point. Long black hair bushed out around his head, his black mane filling out with silky, soft locks that framed his muscular chest and open muzzle.

The tiger looked down at the lion, whose eyes were wide and shining with lust and need despite everything else. The panther followed suit, then looked back at the tiger. He cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"Powerbottom?"

Atari grinned back. "Powerbottom."

The end