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Freebies Vol. 79: Bokey's Beaucoup Boom Boom

By Danath

7/3/2020

Featuring Maloo, Tatsky, Yolk, and Jordan

Characters © their players

Content warning: Genderbending, growth, public

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A truck that hadn't seen the inside of a proper garage in several decades rattled and shook its way up the road, roaring and chugging along at quite a clip despite appearing on the verge of collapse. Screeching to a halt, one tire on the curb, the truck's engine settled into a dull crashing sound as the driver's side door swung open on screechy hinges. Fresh mud and wet plant matter dropped from the bumper as the driver jumped around to the back and hauled open the tailgate. A veritable cornucopia of boxes, plastic cases, and larger objects towards the back of the truck bed, all labeled with brightly colored and terrifically dangerous warning signs, fell forward as the big gator turned around and grinned, her many perfectly white teeth gleaming in the bright, hot humid day.

"Hey there, cutie, I'm Bokey, and welcome to Beaucoup Boom Boom, the premierest fireworks shop in the tri-county area! Don't mind the truck, sugar, I leave 'er runnin' in case the cops show up. Anywhichways, what can Bokey do for a fun-lookin' bunch like yourselves? We got fireworks and maybe a bit o' that shine, I can check my stock iffen you're interested? Some new gadgets from SynTech came in, too. Haven't even opened 'em yet, folks seem to like being surprised by these doodads. Course, if you're just here for the view, that ain't free neither."

Bokey, though obviously using an alias, seemed friendly enough. A lustrous, silky black mane stretched from the top of her flat skull down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades in a single stripe a few inches wide. To either side of the mohawk, twin ridges of blunt, dark green spikes traveled all the way down her tail, which was wide and heavy at the base, but thinner near the tip. What could only be called the remains of a leather jacket hung loosely around her shoulders, functional but just barely. the arms were crudely sliced off to allow the gator's muscular arms to be fully on display. She grinned and flexed one arm, demonstrating the size of her bicep as her dark green scales shifted and stretched to accommodate the swelling. The "vest" was unzipped halfway down, so that her enormous breasts spilled out, forcing the jacket to either side of her chest. A bikini top was all that kept the gator's jostling breasts in check - the red straps dug into the sides of her bosoms before tying up together around her backside, while a large blue star trimmed in white squeezed around the plump bulges of her nipples. The gator's hard abdominals, exposed by the shortness of the leather jacket, led to her thighs, where a pair of frayed blue jean cutoffs squeezed around her ample posterior and kept a prominent male bulge squeezed in tight. The straps of a red bikini bottom, matching the top, climbed high up her hips past the waist of the low, low daisy dukes.

The gator grinned and leaned against the truck as she produced a half-smoked cigar from the pocket of her worn coat. Using a beaten up, weathered old metal lighter, she lit the unchewed end and curled her toes in her waterproof boots, looking totally relaxed as she smoked a few feet from what was almost certainly a minor bump away from being a major disaster's worth of unlicensed explosives. She returned the lighter to her pocket, and pulled out a large firecracker from the same spot as the stogie and lit it from the end of her cigar before casually tossing it over her shoulder, where it exploded with a huge boom that didn't make the gator flinch a bit.

"So how 'bout it, madames et monsieurs? Take a look around and lemme know if you find anything you wanna sink yer claws into! I take payment in the form of cash, grass, or ass. Your choice," Bokey said, none-so-subtly checking out her customers with a cocked brow before scanning the road for cops. From the cab of the truck, a police radio blared, though she relaxed when she didn't hear anything about fireworks.

"No credit though. We clear sugah?"

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The First Sale

Featuring Maloo the Cougar

Bokey leaned back against the tailgate of her truck. Her wide tail flipped across the hot pavement, sunning either side in turn as she gazed from the sides of her eyes towards the towering mountain of golden fur staring at the highly circumspect horde of fireworks half-covered with a shredded blue tarp and some bungee cords.

Maloo looked around as well, though unlike the gator, she wasn't checking for cops, but for any hint that SynTech was around. The nearly 14-foot-tall feline fell for enough traps and tricks. Crossing her arms, she tried to put on a disaffected air despite the tip of the feline's immense tail, which was easily longer than Bokey was, twitched in the air behind her shoulder blades, waving side to side enough to pop out from around the swells of her chest. Maloo's clothes left little to the imagination, though that was less by choice than necessity. Short of spooling a few hundred yards of fabric straight off the spool around the impossibly muscular, broad-shouldered cougar, little else could possibly disguise the deep curves of muscles that carved through her sleek golden pelt. A fierce set of abdominals nestled in dense, velvety-smooth belly fur, a lighter shade than the rest of her tawny coat. Wide hips stretched a pair of oversized biker shorts around her, at the last measuring, 280-inch waistline, though the shorts sagged outwards, revealing a tuft of crotch fur past the hemline. The reason for the sag presented itself as a triple threat: two stupendously massive nuts and a sheath that could be considered a weapon in some counties. Though it wasn't often that the cougar kept it concealed whether she meant to or not.

"Uhh... I mean, are these, you know, legal?" Maloo asked. She leaned over the tailgate next to Bokey, who enjoyed the close up view of the cougar's massive breasts straining against her top - a stitched up quilt of band t-shirts over a titanic sports bra, neither of which could hide much of her huge shoulders or belly. "I don't wanna get arrested today. I plan on avoiding any more public indecency charges. I mean, they never stick, but still..."

Bokey nodded vigorously and grinned, curling her muzzle into a toothy smile.

"Of course, sugah! Oh, believe me, I know whatchu mean!" the gator said, bouncing her own emphatic chest to make her point. "But believe me, you set these off an' you won't have to worry about the cops. Just don't stick around too long after."

The gator grinned, then scrunched her brows.

"Oh, and don't do it near houses. Safety first!"

Maloo nodded and pointed at a few items that caught her eye, then handed the gator a $20. The fireworks sales disappeared with the closed tailgate, and Maloo was left sputtering in the smoke of the truck as Bokey peeled off and screeched away in search of more sales.

Once the massive cougar could see again, she glanced at the items in her paws: a Multi-Shot Missile Battery and a colorful package labeled "Red, White, and Blue Balls," which promised "long-lasting fun and excitement!"

Maloo grinned and grabbed her duffel bag. The fireworks would be safe enough there on the walk home. The cougar grinned as she wondered what sorts of effects these would have. She'd seen all sorts of fireworks on the internet over the past few weeks and the bug truly struck now. The feline's thunderous footfalls sent tremors down the sidewalk as her enormous thighs squeezed and squished her package side to side, while above, her huge chest filled the sidewalk, brushing against other pedestrians despite their attempts to squeeze against the walls of the building or jump between cars parked on the road alongside. The cougar pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her cleavage and set them on her muzzle. They were oversized novelty glasses, but they fit the huge cat, so she made due.

Only the novelty glasses did create a blind spot. Maloo's foot tripped across a tree branch. The cougar stumbled forward and threw up her arms as she fell. Her palms cracked the concrete, while her duffel back flew in front of her. One of the nearby pedestrians who had to jump aside dropped a lit cigarette in the process, and Maloo's eyes went wide as she watched it fall towards her very flammable duffel bag.

There was only one thing for it. Maloo leapt forward from a crouch, muscles bulging and flexing as her powerful body rocketed towards the bag just as the first few pops and whistles rang out. People around ran for it as the cougar shoved her chest and belly down around the duffel bag, covering it completely with her bulk.

To her credit, not one single stray firework made it past the feline's body, though her face twisted into a puzzled, surprised expression before plumes of smoke filled the air around her, completely hiding the enormous cougar from view. Louder and louder howls and whistles echoed from the smoke, along with impressively bright flashes of blue, red, and white lights that illuminated the billowing clouds of blackpowder smoke.

PHOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo-

PPPPMMMMMPPPHHHHH!

The very tip of the cougar's tail flexed out past the smoke before yanking back inside as a yowl rang out, followed by hacking and coughing. Several more of the missiles went off - PPPppoooommmm-PPPMHHHH-ing each time under the cougar's chest and belly and creating additional light in the clouds of smoke.

After a while, however, things fell silent, and the light breeze quickly dispersed the smoke surrounding the cougar. Maloo looked up, eyes watering, one huge paw in front of her muzzle as she coughed. Her other paw waved in the air in front of her, while her other arm reached down and adjusted her shorts, which had pulled down a bit as she'd leapt for the fireworks. Her other arm scratched the top of her head as she wondered how she'd escaped that without getting burnt. Her fur didn't even smell singed.

It wasn't until more smoke cleared and Maloo could look down at her torso to check the damage that she realized there wasn't any damage to speak of, though when her four powerful, muscular arms grabbed at four of her many breasts, she did realize something else was going on entirely.

"Oh, c'mon, I just got that shirt!"

The cougar's back stretched backwards as she knelt on the sidewalk, the last wisps of smoke dispelling around her wide hips and thighs. Her huge tail swept side to side, forcing people to leap out of the way, as she cupped her ample chest with both pairs of arms. The second set was just as big as the first, and included shoulder blades and all, as though she'd gained an extra half-torso. The extra room meant more space for breasts, which the fireworks added with gusto: half a dozen sets, each even larger than the cougar possessed before, swelled out from her chest down to her belly, with the lowest draping over either side of the bulges in her biker shorts. The cougar's lower arms reached down to explore as a gasp left her open muzzle. At the touch and prod of her massive paws, claws carefully sheathed, her biker shorts split down the front, no longer able to accommodate the growing, swelling bulk of the feline's golden-furred testicles. Larger than bean bags at the start, they more than doubled in size as the cougar's legs spread wider and wider to accommodate the pelt and flesh overlapping her knees. Soon Maloo was crouching, hips off the ground, balls spreading her legs wider than her hips as they flattened along the pavement.

From the front of the ruined biker shorts, a pair of wide, veiny dark brown maleness surged forward, fighting forward space as they squeezed between the valleys of tits on their way up and out. Maloo leaned backwards again, gasping as the twin malenesses lurched outwards, bouncing off her huge balls before rebounding back up to smack across a few pairs of oversized breasts. The feline's tongue hung out over her lips as she felt all twelve nipples harden, tight and firm, as a steady throbbing ached deep in the root of her cock. The cougar leaned forward again, supporting her upper body with two arms as the other two massaged her massive breasts around her flexing, throbbing arousals, while her balls swelled so huge that she was forced forward, in front of them. Her hips bucked, grinding her new and old maleness together between her breasts as moans leapt from her muzzle.

She knew she was in public. Again. But she couldn't help it. Her huge balls kept growing. She could feel them pulsing, ever so slowly filling out larger, larger, larger, like a slow-motion burn after they doubled. As her enormous, golden-furred breasts dragged along her aching malenesses, helped by the extra arms, the cougar's muzzle went slack. Enormous splurts of white cream filled the air with a dense, pungent aroma that caused more than a few onlookers to shift and moan themselves. Maloo's eyes closed and her ears went back as she came, and the huge feline's balls visibly shrunk. Not by much, but little by little as she churned out hot load after load, enough to flood the sidewalk and overwhelm the gutter on the street, her growls and groans echoed louder and louder.

The feline panted hard, shivering as she felt herself working up to a second eruption. Or would that technically be three and four? Maloo moaned, wondering just how many she'd need before her balls would be small enough to comfortably walk with. Just what was in those fireworks?

As if on cue, the rattling old pickup truck squealed to a stop in the street and Bokey hung out over the driver's side door. The gator grinned and slapped the side of her truck as her impressive rack dangled low.

"Hah! Couldn't wait ta try 'em out, huh?" she called out. "Can't say I blame ya! No refunds! Hahahaha!"

The truck left rubber on the road as Bokey peeled off and sputtered on down the road, leaving the grunting, erupting, multi-armed, many-breasted, double-dicked ECF on her own as the crowd around her advanced - who knew there were so many good samaritans ready to help a feline in need... including one frantically texting his superiors at SynTech about a cougar sighting.

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The Second Sale

Featuring Tatsky the Tanuki (Tatsky)

"Hey there, cutie, you lookin' for a good time?"

Tatsky's dark brown ears swiveled, showing off the light tan insides, as he turned his head to find the source of the suggestive, lusty voice. It turned out to belong to a gator hanging halfway out of the door of her rickety old rustbucket of a truck. Tatsky's eyes widened as he watched her heavy, full breasts swinging across the door, barely constrained by the struggling red, white, and blue star-shaped bikini top.

The gator kicked open the door and squeezed her way out, grinning over her shoulder and down her long snout as she strutted to the back of the truck, lowering the tailgate with a bang before curling a clawed finger towards the tanuki.

"C'mon, you hot little muffin, don't keep a girl waiting!" she said, her voice nearly a purr as she let her eyes drop over the tanuki's pudgy, cute potbelly, his thick thighs, and cute little stub of a tail. Best of all, he was wearing hardly any clothes - just a red bandana around his neck and a scrap of a bikini bottom around his hips, though with the chubby thighs squeezing side to side as he walked, and his heavy belly above, there was not much to spot in the way of bulges. A single green leaf laid upon his head between his ears, point extending over his eyes.

Tatsky grinned and nodded, turning on a dime to check out what the gator offered. His eyes lit up when he saw the array of fireworks, and he quickly pulled a $20 bill from his pocket.

"Hmm... tell ya what, sugar, since you're such a cutie, pick out one big 'un and one small 'un," Bokey said.

Tatsky nodded and leaned over the back of the truck. He was short, under five and a half feet, and he got on his tiptoes to reach for the boxes further in the back. As he did, his tight little briefs pulled down, slipping to his thighs and leaving his round, plump rear end hanging out.

How could a gator resist? The big swamp girl smacked her palm down, getting a pawful of the pudgy tanuki's thick rump. Tatsky jumped and let out a squeak as his tail twitched, but then he relaxed and grinned. He looked over his shoulder, but the gator interrupted him with a finger as he was about to speak.

"No discounts, hot stuff," she said, winking, even as her fingers kneaded his chunky backside even more firmly.

Tatsky's tongue lolled from his muzzle as his jaw dropped, but after a few moments of enjoying the vigorous groping, he turned his attention back to choosing a pair of fireworks. After a few more minutes, during which Bokey managed to get her claws just about everywhere, Tatsky turned around clutching a box of Red, White, and Blue Balls and a Sparklooz's Bomblastic Fountain.

"Oh, great choices!" Bokey said, teasing the tip of her claw under Tatsky's chin. She licked her lips and smirked as the small male leaned forward, a dopey look on his face. "Be strong, gator. No discounts. Right, off you go, hot stuff. Have fun!"

The gator gave the tanuki's hips another smack before hopping back into the cab of her truck. Half her tail hung out the window as she screeched off in a trail of burnt oil.

Tatsky grinned at the packages in his paws. The fountain especially looked amazing - it was almost two feet tall and shaped like a volcano, with bright green warning signs all over it. The other packaging was slightly less scary, and had a tube for a triple set of artillery shells, one each of red, white, and blue, just like it said on the box. The tanuki giggled and looked around, already running through half a dozen plans on how to use his sudden, unexpected bounty to cause some mischief.

Lost in thought, the tanuki didn't notice that he stood in the reflection of a metallic sign across the street. The sign was old, smooth, and just concave enough to focus a beam of light at the tips of the pair of fireworks in the tanuki's paws.

"Let's see... I could try the gym, that was fun. Flush 'em out of the showers? Maybe the library... they're fun to prank. Hmmm... hey, what smells like smo-oooh no!"

The burning packaging ignited the fuses on the Red, White, and Blue Balls. Three clouds of multicolored smoke intermingled, filling the air and hiding the tanuki's body entirely in the dense smog. The fountain erupted a moment later, drowning out the sound of Tatsky coughing and hacking. A series of bright green lights rippled through the fog as showers of sparks cascaded overhead, pushing the column of smoke higher and higher. At a few points, the blinding green light completely drowned out the pocks of red, white, and blue sparks from the other firework.

After a few moments, the crackles and bangs died out, leaving just the green smoke twirling around the hidden tanuki in a column. As it cleared, it revealed Tatsky was still there, intact and crouching with his paws over his head. He waited a few more moments after the smoke cleared before cautiously peeking out from between his arms, though he was disconcerted to realize that though everything around him was fine save for a few scorches on the pavement, his entire body was now colored in shades of fluorescent green. And he was glowing. Pulsing just like a lightning bug.

The tanuki's eyes widened as he felt a heavy weight pull him forward when he tried to stand. He fell forward onto his forearms, but his fingers splattered apart into chunks of green goo. The shocked tanuki's eyes widened and his muzzle opened in time for a squawk to erupt before his head splattered into the ground as well, followed by most of his upper torso. The jelly-like ooze trembled and shuddered, then pulled back together of its own accord, reforming the tanuki's body perfectly in a few moments.

"What the- ffffffmmmmfff!"

A pressure welled up inside the gooey tanuki. He shuddered and staggered to his feet as a pair of balls easily three or four feet across stretched down past his knees, almost to his ankles. The huge lime green orbs contrasted against the darker glowing green of his thighs and backside, replacing the tan he had before the fireworks went off. The tanuki's eyes widened as he watched the ground recede from him, and the pressure inside his body alleviated. He let out a sigh of relief and pressed his paws against his chest, only for his fingers to merge into his gooey new flesh and disappear. When he pulled his arms away, his fingers reformed on their own.

The tanuki's small cock remained, however, at its original size, poking above the massive set of balls like a pin in a full-sized pillow. The tip flexed, and streams of cum sprayed from the tip with enough force to send the green-tinted seed flying half a dozen feet away from the six-and-a-half-foot-tall tanuki. Tatsky shuddered and reached down, bending over, squeezing his jostling, dripping belly and thighs into his aching balls. Shots of his green-white jizz soaked into his body, and he let out a moan as he felt a burst of pheromones and aphrodisiacs absorb directly into his pure-goo body. The full-ooze transformation meant he could do certain things, however, and as his body shivered and dripped and reabsorbed, his immense sac swelled larger. His muzzle dropped open as he felt the pressure build up inside his body again, like there was too much of him to contain in the shape he was in at the moment. Even the leaf on top of his head plumped outwards in all directions.

Closing his eyes, Tatsky shivered as he felt his belly plump forward. His thighs bulged, and his bottom swelled deliciously, dealing with the additional growth. His massive balls squeezed over his feet as he shuddered and bucked his hips. The scent of his goo rose into the air, carried on the breeze all around, and soon people emerged from office buildings and businesses, sniffing the air and following the scent back to the groaning, furiously masturbating tanuki. Even after he came, his balls wouldn't shrink back down until he came again, and again and again, each eruption creating more pheromones in the air, more aphrodisiacs, which drew more and more people, dazed and lustful, to the pudgy, thick-hipped goo-boy. Tatsky's eyes widened as he felt paws clutching at him, groping into his body, thrusting and humping at him until he couldn't see the sky for all the bodies struggling to get a piece of him. He was squished and squeezed in all directions, flattened and pounded and pumped, with each groaning, lustful arrival replaced moments later with a new one. The tanuki's body rippled, absorbing and growing off the generous loads contributed by the enraptured, musk-addicted people surging around the growing body of ooze, as Tatsky's long moans echoed, his immense nuts growing the fastest, swelling until he could no longer move without dragging them along. His small shaft surged, each splurt forcing his cock to thicken as more cum struggled to escape than could be released. And it wasn't going to stop now, Tatsky knew, as three or four more cocks plunged into his gooey body, treating him like some kind of gelatinous sex-toy, and never would if this kept up. He needed to... he needed to get home... to get... to get... nnnnggghhhh...

Across the street, Bokey's rusty truck squealed up and stopped for a moment. The gator grinned and rubbed a hand down between her legs, caressing the fat bulge in her inappropriately skimpy daisy dukes as she watched the goo-nuki's swollen body jiggle side to side like gelatin on a plate.

"You look good enough to eat, hot stuff! Glad yer enjoyin' yer purchas! Cum again! Ha ha ha!"

The truck sped off, leaving the tanuki wiggling and groaning as his uncontrollable pheromones drove the people around to feed him, feed him, feed him...

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The Third Sale

Featuring Yolk the Monkey (YolkMonkey)

Bokey's truck slammed into park, skidding the last few feet up onto and over the curb. The engine idled as best it could as the big gator gal clambered out of the cockpit. She leaned up against the wide-eyed blue-furred monkey and tickled a claw under his chin.

"Well, hey there, handsome. I know just what a cute punk like you needs to have some fun!"

The monkey's silver hair was slicked upwards, forming a tall mohawk from the top of his head down the back of his neck. A leather collar with platinum rings wrapped around his throat, and matching leather bracers hung on his impressive biceps and forearms as well. Blunted spikes stuck out from the belt slung loosely around his hips, half-holding up his baggy black pants full of rips and tears. A sleeveless white shirt with a crude iron-on of a band logo wrapped around his hard belly and pecs. He grinned and nodded when he realized the gator was packing. Fireworks. Packing fireworks.

Yolk followed Bokey to the back of her truck and, like so many customers before, gawked at the bright, dangerous warning labels on the boxes and packages strewn across the bed of the truck.

"You take yer time pickin' out somethin' fun, but, uh, don't take too long," Bokey said, leaning against the side of the truck. Her heavy chest spilled over the side, pinning the blue tarp down across the top of a box. "I like to keep movin' fer safety's sake."

Yolk nodded as he scanned the boxes of fireworks. There were all types - artillery shells and fountains, roman candles and sparklers, almost too many to choose from.

"Make sure you c'n pay fer whatcha pick, cutie," the gator grumbled. "Ass, cash, or grass accepted. Heh heh..."

Yolk pulled a $20 from his pocket, as well as an assortment of smaller fireworks.

"Quantity first, huh? You're my kinda guy. Maybe gimme your number so we can - uh, one second."

The gator made the $20 disappear, flipped up the tailgate, and jumped into the cab of the truck.

"Put those awaaaaaay!" her voice said, ringing out over the noisy engine as she peeled out, leaning into the steering wheel and staring into the rearview mirror.

Yolk shoved the fireworks into his backpack. He had just straightened up when half a dozen cop cars roared past, sirens on full. The monkey slumped his shoulders and sneered at the cruisers as they passed, acting for all the world like he hadn't just seen the obvious target of their chase - or bought what looked to be incredible fireworks. The boys were gonna love this. They'd set them off tonight at the party for sure.

Yolk's long blue tail swayed side to side, rhythmically twitching as he walked down the sidewalk back towards his friend's house, where they'd go to the concert together. He could stash the fireworks out back until they returned.

Or at least, that was his plan until he heard a shout from above.

"Look out!"

Yolk did look out, specifically up, and jumped to the side as a flaming mess of cables and metal tumbled down onto the sidewalk. It looked like welding equipment, and though Yolk managed to avoid getting hit, he still smelled something burning even as he ran down the sidewalk. The people on the roof shouted apologies as he waved, still sniffing the air and smelling something burning. It smelled like... like...

Black powder.

A swarm of missiles about eight inches long each burst through the frayed fabric of his backpack, snagging on the threads and exploding at head height in a showering of sparks and smoke. Yolk coughed, closing his eyes and ducking as the rest of the fireworks went off inside his backpack. A pair of gigantic, cannon-like blasts sent him sprawling onto his belly even as the smoke and fog and smell intensified all around him. Yolk coughed and closed his eyes, covering his head as he heard more explosions. The Heavyweight Herald Cannon was loud enough, but when the Red, White, and Blue Balls filled the air with multicolored smoke and sparks, Yolk was sure he'd have hearing loss. Fortunately, he didn't feel anything burning, so hopefully he'd emerge miraculously uninjured, he thought.

The last few pops and hisses and booms signalled the second set of Maverick Muscle Missiles going off, and then, thankfully, it was quiet. Yolk's heart thudded so hard he could hear it ringing in his ears, and he levered himself up off the sidewalk slowly as the smoke dissipated in the breeze.

Yolk's eyes went wide as he stared down at himself, not believing what he was seeing. He was a foot or so taller, he guessed, judging by how high he came up on the lamp post nearby, and moderately broader in the shoulders. His biceps were large and his forearms thick, but the more dramatic changes appeared on his torso. His smooth, hard pecs and washboard abs were gone, replaced by a pair of beefy light brown pecs capped with fat, darker brown nipples. The heart-shaped patch of light brown on his chest and belly bulged outwards over a muscle gut, which forced his sleeveless shirt to climb up and wrap around his pecs. Lower, he filled out the formerly baggy pants more impressively, and had to loosen the belt as he felt the pressure rising. The front of the pants bulged outwards, round and smooth, and Yolk groaned as he dragged his pants around the swollen, heavy dark blue orbs that spilled out, covered in a lustrous and deep layer of fur. They flopped over his thighs, bouncing off the powerful muscles, and settled in, swelling rapidly even as the monkey watched, muzzle agape. His flat belly no more, he ran his palms over his new, swollen gut, groaning as he felt it squeeze down against his eager maleness. The beefier, thicker monkey shuddered as a second late surge swept through him - as late a surge as the second batch of the Maverick Muscle Missiles.

The monkey dropped to his knees as his upper body grew by about half in moments, fur fluffing out and thickening and spreading across the impressive array of swollen shoulders, backside, and hips. The thick belly remained, even as the rest of him hardened, leaving the enormously swollen and thick monkey with hardly any neck or natural grace - only pure, unadulterated muscle. He groaned again as his maleness throbbed, a nice fat pole that barely fit into his oversized paw. His flexible toes wiggled as he stroked himself, both arms curling around his belly as his muzzle dropped open. The pressure in his aching balls ramped up as they dropped past his knees, even though pints of clear pre-cum pulsed from the fat tip, slopping down across the swollen orbs onto the sidewalk below. The eruptions continued, growing larger and stronger as his huge balls sank to his ankles, then draped around his thighs, growing faster and larger by the moment.

Yolk groaned and moaned, huffing as his huge chest swelled with each deep breath. His deep grunts echoed across the street as he pumped into his paws, his slick wet shaft trembling with heat and need. Digging his fingers into the smooth flesh, the dark blue monkey's muscular body flexed as he curled his shoulders over, only to spread backwards and tip his head until it bounced off his shoulder blades. Fountains of thick white seed geysered twenty feet into the air, each shot as thick as the muscular male's forearm. Again and again, his massive loads arched over the sidewalk, splattering down in long, fairly straight ropes across the signs, cars, and people who stared in shock at the sight of the enormous male. Yolk couldn't help himself, though, not when the pressure in his balls barely felt like it went down. A second orgasm, a third orgasm, a fourth and fifth, each one barely shrinking his ever-growing balls as his moaning lust ripped from his beefy chest. At this rate, it would take hours to get himself down to a size where he could even think about pulling his pants, still around his knees, back up to his hips. And it'd be a tight squeeze at that.

Fortunately, as the sleeveless shirt snapped around his shoulders and fluttered to the ground, letting his muscular, bulbous pecs bounce out across his swollen muscle-belly. The beefy blue monkey's groans attracted bystanders, many of whom appeared more than eager to do their part to help Yolk out in his time of great, desperate, heaving need...

Bokey sped by twice, leading the cops chasing her around the block so she could get a second look at the oversized, muscular monkey as half a dozen random pedestrians did their best to milk his ever-growing balls, bathing in his musk and seed right in the middle of the sidewalk. She grinned and cranked the music on her stereo - the only part of the truck that worked perfectly - as she sped off out of the city and into the next county over, leaving the muscle-monkey to deal with the aftereffects of the fireworks as he saw fit.

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The Fourth Sale

Featuring Jordan the Griffin (Friendofloyd)

Jordan's grey-feathered wings shifted side to side, fluttering half-open in time to the beat of the music thudding away from the oversized headphones surrounding the small male's eagle-like head. His blue beak clicked as his feline body strutted down the sidewalk, a bundle of energy in his tight booty shorts. His large, lion-like feet shifted forward and back on roller skates, and he added the occasional twirl as he moved side to side, sometimes pumping his wings for an extra burst of speed. The gray fur on his bare chest and smooth belly ruffled in the wind as he occasionally brought the bright pink lollipop in the tips of his fingers to his beak for a lick. His light gray, almost white mane of hair streamed along behind him as he wheeled his way down the street.

He was about to cross an alley when a large, rusted out pickup truck barreled through and slammed to a stop in front of him. Jordan squawked as he flipped up onto his belly and slid across the hood, legs dangling over the side. The engine bucked beneath him as the driver kicked open the door and got out, fresh mud and weeds dropping onto the pavement from the undercarriage.

"Hey, cutie! Guess what? You're in luck, 'cuz I've got some great deals right now!"

Jordan could see the gator's muzzle moving, but his eyes were locked on her chest instead, as well as the muscular belly supporting the heavy breasts. The skinny, lean little griffin squirmed his way back off the hood of the truck and pulled the earbuds out so he could hear what she was saying.

"-and check 'em out, sugar!"

Bokey pulled open her tailgate, and Jordan's eyes widened. His beak curled into a grin as he pawed through the dangerous explosives, but when he checked in his pocket, he only had $20 to spare. The gator, whose hungry eyes lingered on the skinny femboy's hips the whole time he leaned over the tailgate, resisted her more primal urges despite the swell in the front of her daisy dukes. She settled for pawing at the griffin's firm tush, getting another squawk out of him.

"H-how about these?" Jordan asked, after a while, blushing as he turned around clutching an armful of fireworks.

"You, muh cute lil' kitten, got yourself a deal!"

Bokey plucked the twenty from the griffin's fingers, stuffed it down next to the alarmingly thick bulge in her frayed cut-offs, and smirked as she sauntered back to the truck. Her heavy tail weaved along behind her before she pulled it into the cab after her, put the truck into reverse, and leaned an arm out the window.

"Hey, have fun with those, and don't go blowin' yerself up! Here's a pack o' matches fer ya!"

The gator waved and took off backwards, roaring in reverse down the alley, leaving Jordan staring at his packages: Now You See 'Em Rockets, Excalibur's Light, Burbling Bouncers, and Red, White, and Blue Balls. The matchbook sailed through the air, but an errant gust of wind flipped the pack open. When Jordan reached up to snag it, the fireworks in his arms fell to the ground. His claws flicked across the match heads, igniting them, and he squawked yet again as the burning pack of matches flared up. He dropped it, and stared in horror as it landed directly on top of the Now You See 'Em Rockets. Within seconds, the package explored, and Jordan flung himself to the side as smoke enveloped the small griffin. Flashes of light illuminated the smoke as the other three packages of fireworks went off, sending cracking booms and thunderous echoes out along the street. From within the smoke, Jordan covered his head with his arms and coughed, trying to breath as tears streamed out of his eyes.

For a good minute, the four packs of fireworks blasted around him, showering the griffin in red, white, blue, gold, and other colors, including an especially blinding bright white at one point. Jordan blinked his eyes furiously as the smoke slowly cleared, then groaned as he felt something pulling him forward. The griffin staggered backwards, barely catching his footing as his own body weight threw him off. The gray feline-eagle hybrid's eyes widened as he stared down at his chest, where a plush and plump pair of double-D breasts jiggled off his bare pecs. They were full, round, and firm, with a good amount of bounce. He hefted them in his palms, then groaned as the sensitive nipples hardened, going taut against his fingers. The fur of his chest stretched as he felt them still growing, stretching, fattening up.

But that wasn't all that caused the griffin to miss his step. He used his wings, spreading them out along with his legs, as he felt his balls slop across his knees. They were full and heavy, dense with his essence, and he shuddered, beak clacking a few times as they rolled across his thighs. Peering past his breasts and using his paws to pull them apart, he stared down past his slim, slender belly to the enormous sheath puffing up above his balls. The feline sheath stretched thicker than his forearm. He stared, gasping, as he stroked his finger down it. The entire sheath flexed, shuddering, as within, a great length stirred. The griffin moaned and squeezed his new breasts between his biceps as he reached with both paws, groping at the vastly inflated sheath. Like a dense 2-liter bottle, it hung from his slim, twinkish hips awkwardly, heavily, dragging him around like it controlled him. The griffin huffed, grunting as trickles of thick, musky pre-cum dribbled over the furry gray lip of the sheath and rolled down the deep fur coating his swelling testicles.

Jordan dropped to his knees, lowering his huge sac the last few inches to the warm pavement as it pulsed even larger. He wrapped his paws around his fattened up sheath, squeezing it as he thrust, but no matter what he tried, his cock just wouldn't emerge. He could feel it, the huge, fat length, but it was no fatter or longer than his plus-sized sheath, which stretched to his new, equally grown nipples. Jordan's moans rang out as the streams of pre-cum slopping from his fat sheath splattered across the sidewalk in front of him, but his long, leonine tail twitched when he realized it wasn't enough. His balls were getting tighter, rounder, fuller... they ached so much that he shuddered and leaned forward, thrusting his musky sheath down into his own fat, overflowing balls. His tongue stretched from his beak as his slender hips wiggled, pumping furiously, making his breasts - the DD's really were too large for his slender body - dance wildly. He groaned as the flood of pre-cum intensified, turning white, which is when he really started to squawk.

Ropes of jizz bounced off his own balls and roped off into the distance down the sidewalk as the first relief of the swelling pressure finally greeted the gasping, big-tittied femboy. The griffin's toes curled as he thrust into his own hugely swollen sac again and again, massaging his massive sheath, digging his fingers into the fur as the hot, tight flesh stroked around his meat like a permanent fleshlight. The griffin's eyes crossed as he came harder than he could have believed, tail lifted and rump cheeks jiggling with each awkward thrust into his own soaking, musky balls. The flood of cum splattered ten feet high before raining down on the sidewalk, each pulse of seed accompanied by Jordan's squawks and squeaks.

From the alley, the roar of an engine preceded Bokey's re-arrival, this time reversing in while facing the other way. She blasted out of the alley and flipped the car with a handbrake turn, spinning twice until she was aimed down the street and the passenger door flew open on its own from the centrifugal force.

"Whew!" the gator said, leaning over to examine the grunting, panting, humping cutie on the sidewalk. "Looks like you got a little too close to the boom booms! Well, cutie, if you want me to help you out with that little problem, hop on in! I just made my last sale, and the heat's on, so this gator's gun' git on home!"

The griffin stared, gasping, panting, clearly in no shape to move, though he managed to nod his head as several more splurts of seed, several gallons, in all, slopped down across the sidewalk between Jordan's arms. Bokey grinned, all her teeth glinting as she leaned further over the seat and wrapped her claws around the scruff of the griffin's neck. With a wet splash, she hauled the still-cumming griffin into the cab of the truck, slapped a huge green hand down across his belly to pin his narrow stomach down, and floored the gas, taking off with a squeal.

"Aim it out the window!" Bokey hollered. "Try to get their windshields! Heeeeeeeeeeoooooooooohhh!"

The end... for now!