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Atari's Halloween Treat

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By Danath

The Discord chat chose the species, theme, and Atari's costume!

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The Halloween parties thrown each year at Atari's Gym grew rapidly in popularity, and this year's bash was no exception. In addition to the karaoke machine and lights in the weight room, the exercise bikes and walkers were moved out of the way to create a dance floor. Employees of the gym circulated throughout the dozens of guests handing out drinks, gym swag, and checking out the abundance of skimpy costumes. Hardbody males of all species gyrated to the throbbing music dressed as construction workers in tight pants, doctors with only a lab coat, and movie monsters sporting way more muscle than the actual film versions. The locker rooms - fully converted for the party into a haunted maze full of the gym's beefiest employees. The large, muscle-bound studs chased squealing gym members nude, painted like glow-up skeletons in the dark.

Above the loud partying in the manager's office on the second floor, Atari growled at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. The massive tiger's bulky biceps squeezed out of a pair of armholes just wide enough to accommodate, causing the white fabric to pinch around his fur over his equally massive shoulders. Drawn tight across his shoulder blades, the plain white vest drew in tight around his mostly exposed pecs, squeezing the mountainous piles of chest slabs together. A set of three cartoonishly large buttons held the vest tightly closed over his upper belly, though it ended far above his exposed belly button and deeply cut abdominals. White straps reached down the sides, holding up the exceedingly short skirt portion of the nurse's costume. The flat hem reached partially down the tiger's backside, holding his wide white and black tail between his rump cheeks, depressing the clearly visible pair of dainty pink underwear cupping his muscular glutes. In the front, the dress stretched outwards, clinging desperately to the broad, coffee can thickness of the muscular white tiger's sheath. Atari grasped the hem with his fingers on either side of his fat maleness and tugged, but the taut dress refused to stretch any further. The pink panties bulged outwards, barely containing his cantaloupe-sized orbs nestled underneath the jaw-droppingly thick sheath. White stockings covered most of the bodybuilding tiger's wide thighs and legs; somehow, the costume even came with pink sandals that fit the feline's giant feet.

Atari wasn't happy about it, though the short ferret with a mottled pink nose standing next to him couldn't look happier. Effie, dressed to look like a baseball player, clapped his paws together in front of his drenched muzzle. The ferret's belly bulged obscenely, sloshing dramatically in front of him as he stumbled a bit and burped.

"A bet's a bet," the tiger sighed. "Sorry about getting your costume wet."

"I'll just say someone dumped a cooler on me after the big game," the ferret said. "Shall we?"

Atari turned his head, looking with longing at the costume he'd meant to wear - a simple belt, loincloth, and spear for the cave dweller look - before returning his attention to the beaming ferret, who'd once more managed to win. The tiger clenched his rump cheeks and opened the door before strolling down the stairs, putting on as casual of an air as he could.

The enormous white tiger nonetheless caused quite a stir. Heads turned as the huge feline, followed by a trickle of white as the ferret remained upstairs to recover, strutted down the steps and through the reception area, then into the temporary dance floor. His thick sheath shoved side to side with each step, muscled out of the way by his powerful thighs, as the hem of the nurse's uniform rode ever higher up his backside. Whistles followed as he grinned and cocked his hips to the side, figuring that as long as he had to wear the ridiculous ensemble, he should at least own it. Tipping the nurse's cap on his head to the side, he growled and shook his hips again.

"Don't even think about it, boys, you couldn't handle it."

Tweaking his ears as he turned back around, the big tiger ignored the continued whistles as he found his way through the throngs of costumed males towards the locker rooms. As he navigated the hallway, he stopped to chat with some of the regulars. As he did, he overheard a loud voice and flicked his ears towards it, catching the last few words.

"-lame party! Can't believe it. What a loser! Ha ha ha!"

Atari rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the regulars in front of him, but his ears flicked again when he heard the same loud voice coming from just inside the locker room. He excused himself and, extricating his lower half from the variety of paws feeling up his panty-clad rump, slipped inside the darkened lockers, which were barely illuminated by a soft 10-watt bulb hanging just inside the door.

"Yes, but it's just for fun, sir, it's not meant to be sca-"

"Oh, this is so dumb. Really? Wow, I can't believe I thought this party would be any good. Ugh. Alright, fine, I'll go through. When do I start?"

Atari's eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness. He could make out the large figure of an orange and black tiger looming in the shadow over once of his employees. The otter, though quite fit and lean, was several feet shorter than the intimidating feline and leaned back and away.

"Y-yes, sir, right away, you can go through now!"

Atari's eyes narrowed. His mental rolodex flipped through the latest data on the gym's customers as he thought up just who this jerk was. The black and white feline's tail twitched across his ankles as he held up his finger over his nose, shushing his employee who was about to greet him, and followed the tiger into the maze.

Besides, Atari was in the mood for a little comeuppance after losing that bet.

The inside of the locker room was blacked out completely save for pinpoint lights placed strategically around the corners. The maze split around the lockers and could be rearranged on the fly by the large, studly skeletons darting about. Several jumped out at Atari as he tracked the tiger through the maze, but the boss spread the word quickly among the crew to leave the big feline alone.

"What's with this maze?"

Atari perked his ears as he crept around the edge of one of the banks of lockers. His eyes glowed in the dark as he sniffed the air. The hem of his white miniskirt lurched upwards as he licked his lips. It was time to give the other tiger a scare he wouldn't forget.

"What a dumb haunted house. There's nothing here! It's just dark. Oooh, so scary. Wow."

Thump thump thump.

"Hey, who's there?"

Thump.

"Oh, I get it, do nothing, then jump out all at once, sure, ha ha."

Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump.

"Uhhh... seriously, who's there? Oof! Hey, I can't see! You gotta leave some light!"

Thump.

Thump.

"Okay, I'm leaving, this is getting on my nerves. Where's that exit..."

Thump. Thump thump. Thump thump thump.

"Knock it off, whoever's doing thaaaammfff!"

Bright light suddenly blinded the tiger as huge paws grasped him and yanked him backwards, through the heavy fabric drapes spread over the lockers to create the maze. He grunted as his shoulders smacked into the metal doors of the lockers. The paws grabbed at his shoulders, holding him back, and he blinked furiously to try and regain his vision.

"You!"

At first blurry, the sight of Atari smirking down at him while still wearing the tight, revealing nurse's costume shocked the tiger. He tried to pull away, head shaking.

"Hey, I uh, I didn't mean it! It's not dumb, it's-"

Atari's huge pecs pressed forward, smothering the orange and black-furred male beneath them. The fabric of the miniskirt pulled back farther as the larger feline flexed and purred.

"The doctor will be seeing you later," he growled. "I'll be taking your vitals first. Heh heh heh..."

The tiger squirmed, gasping as the dense white fur filled his muzzle and nostrils with the taste and scent of Atari's musk. He closed his eyes, gasping, panting as the thick musk tingled his brain, sending heady thoughts from his top to his bottom.

"Nnggghh... no... I was just... just... nnnffffff..."

"Don't worry, I've got a nice, big injection for you..."

The orange tiger's face smacked against the wall of lockers. Atari's fingers clutched at his hips, yanking them back, before one massive paw slid up the smaller tiger's backside and squeezed his shoulder. Atari's bulging pink panties stretched forward before flattening against the other tiger's hard rump cheeks.

"Oooooh... ohhhhh, biiiig," the tiger groaned, mumbling his words into the painted metal.

"You couldn't even be bothered to come in costume? Wonder if health insurance will cover that."

Atari's length curled outwards, flexing free of his sheath and stretching the pink fabric until it was nearly transparent. The orange tiger looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight. The heavy slab of maleness draped further forward as the tip pushed up, trying to escape the elastic waistband.

"Your appointment shouldn't take long," Atari purred. He scraped his claws down the buff tiger's sides, pulling the male back until he bounced off his thighs. "But you'll feel a substantial prick in the meantime."

Atari's thick scent filled the air as he reached a paw down and tugged at the waistband of the cute pink panties. The big male grunted as his cock lurched free, springing upwards before falling over, dropping with a spine-crunching thud down the tiger's horizontal backside. Atari's ears turned, appreciating the gasping moan that followed the thud, before he pulled the surprisingly durable underwear lower, past his gradually swelling nuts. Each musky white orb throbbed, hanging low down his thighs as he squeezed himself back up against the now thoroughly frightened tiger.

"What... what are you... ooooh, oh, fuck, that's so big... doing?"

"Giving you your treatment, sweetie. Heh heh heh..."

The orange and black feline's eyes went wide as he felt the other tiger's huge meat drag down his back, all the way from his shoulder blades to the base of his tail, leaving what felt like a river of sticky, clear pre-cum drizzling down into his tinted fur. His gym shorts tented beneath him and a series of moans rolled past his lips as his flaring nostrils dragged more of the big, muscular white tiger's undeniably addictive scent into his body. His tongue fell past his lips, hanging towards the floor as he dropped his head between his outstretched arms.

"My, aren't you a cooperative patient..."

Atari grinned and licked his lips. He focused his gaze, digging his fingers into the tiger's backside, as he positioned the massive crown of his huge arousal beneath the flicking, curling tail. The white tiger's pecs and belly hardened as he slowly pushed forward, gradually flexing his arms and legs as well. The orange tiger's head lifted, muzzle opening in a soundless yowl as his legs stretched apart. Atari's teeth glinted in the fluorescent lights as, behind him, he heard laughter and giggles and stomping as his employees continued on with their work.

Which just left Atari to continue with his. His hips surged forward, opening the gasping tiger beneath him. Atari's paws swept across the smaller, but still nicely toned, body of the tiger beneath him, feeling up each little inch of the orange feline's pelt. His hips ground deeper, pausing occasionally as he wiggled back and forth, enjoying the way it felt to have the tight, powerful tiger pushing back whenever he stopped. Before too long, Atari enjoyed the pleasure of feeling the orange tiger's paws groping at his cock where it bulged out against his belly from within.

"Oh, fuck me," the impaled tiger gasped.

"That's the idea!"

Atari's hands clenched around the other tiger's shoulders as he leaned backwards. His meaty thickness, fatter and swollen than ever, forced its way inside the gripping, slick insides of the tiger squirming into the lockers. Atari growled and leaned forward, wrapping the other tiger's head up inside of his pecs, while he humped closer, shoving deeper, harder, faster, as the need welled up within him.

Soon all that was visible of the smaller tiger from behind were his hands and feet stretched out from beneath the bulk of the white tiger's much larger body. Atari's glutes clenched with each deep thrust that forced his maleness to the hilt in the tiger's swollen belly. The white tiger's biceps gripped his prey's chest and hips, squeezing him close as he leaned back and turned around, carrying the other tiger with him as he leaned back against the lockers. With his hips extended, Atari closed his eyes and moaned as the other tiger's head bounced off his pecs. The clear outline of Atari's shaft shoved lewdly against the tiger's pale white belly, distorting the dents and ripples of abdominal muscle built up there through long workouts.

The white tiger's growls increased in volume as his hips increased their speed. The ripples and valleys of muscle, from his chest to his belly, smoothed out across the orange tiger's torso, replaced by a gradual rounding out of his once hard stomach. Atari's grip squeezed tighter, and he pumped his hips harder. His huge balls swelled larger yet, twice the size of his own head, as they sailed through the air between his spread knees. On each thrust, the massive nuts thunked into the back of the orange tiger's legs. Atari's bicep flexed, and the fabric of his nurse's uniform stretched even further apart across his chest. The buttons around his massive, hard belly strained as the shoulders of the orange tiger rubbed across them on each downstroke.

A torrent of thick pre-cum splattered across the locker room floor, spreading over the tiles and to the drain partially covered by some of the heavy black drapes separating the two tigers from the haunted maze. Just feet away, giggling gym members fled for their lives from the spooky, curiously muscular skeletons, but the gurgling, bloated orange and black tiger wouldn't have noticed if they were seen or not. His glassy eyes rolled into the back of his head as Atari's pecs fattened up, squeezing against either side of his head whenever he slid high up on the thick tiger stalk stretching him out.

Atari shuddered with pleasure and closed his eyes as he drained the small tiger, making him smaller and shorter by the moment. Ounce by ounce, the white tiger's body filled with stolen power. His thighs flexed against the white nylons, causing his dense pelt to stick through the rips and tears that spread across the stockings. His toes lapped over the edges of the sandals before the width of his toes split the tongue from the sole. The middle button remained, but the top and bottom buttons dragged off, torn away by his expanding gut.

The orange and black tiger's body shrunk by the same amount Atari grew. His shoulders narrowed, pulling in, as his chest caved before his bloating, stretching belly. His groans and moans turned into desperate squeals as his legs stretched outwards over Atari's immense sac. The tiger's onyx thickness speared upwards, hard, fast, grinding and pumping ruthlessly between the small tiger's twisting, clenching rump cheeks. The big tiger's powerful paws wrapped tight around his hips and dragged him down, forcing the fat shaft to the hilt yet again. An upwelling of hot, pungent white seed burst from the orange tiger's gaping muzzle as the drenching rain pouring from his thighs grew even stronger. Atari's speed and pace increased as he growled, snarling, until he had to hold the tiger in one large paw as the other grabbed at his nurse's cap, keeping it in place as he pumped his hips into the air, sloppily filling the smaller feline again and again and again, causing the white stomach to go from round like a beach ball to stretched like a banana in a condom before retreating, each time leaving him just a bit more full.

"Now you may feel a pinch... but try to... hold on!" Atari grunted.

The tiger, now nearly a foot taller than before, hulked out inside the skimpy nurse's costume. The shoulders and lapels looked dainty on his massive arms and pecs, while mere tatters of the white stockings remained around his calves and thighs. His hard belly squeezed forward as he swung his hips around and pinned the tiger face-first into the lockers again, causing a major expulsion of built-up seed from the suddenly squished, sloshing belly. As quickly as he emptied, Atari filled him, causing a rapid cycle of growth and shrinking even as the orange tiger's overall size continued on a downward trend overall. Despite that, the male squealed and gasped between loads, unable to stop his own cock from blasting tiny ropes of cum to join the tidal wave of jizz produced by Atari.

Atari grit his teeth as he hauled the tiger down one last time, heaving a great and satisfied sigh of pleasure as his fingers clenched the orange and black stripes down around his throbbing thickness. The small tiger hung limp, trembling, still gurgling as loads of sticky white seed dribbled from his half-open muzzle. His belly draped forward, slumping against Atari's balls as the big tiger's thighs squeezed forward. The shrunken male's overstretched body dropped down as Atari stepped back from the lockers; his head swung side to side next to the huge male's ankles before gravity dragged him slowly free of the massive, still spurting tigershaft. Once rude, haughty, and buff, the narrow, trembling, pitiful tiger collapsed on himself with a gurgling cry as Atari's length flexed upwards, dragging away and jumping upwards before falling back down to splatter the tiger's heaving, limp figure with another few gouts of cum.

"Mmmhh... hope you liked your treatment," the costumed tiger purred. He wrapped one of his meaty paws around the base of his cock and shoved his sheath down, crumpling the white-furred flesh against the base as he drew his paw down, before sliding his fingers back along the length, wiping the drizzles of white seed from it. Flinging his paw towards the tiger on the floor, Atari grinned as he watched the webs of cum soak into the small male's already wet pelt. "If you feel any soreness, take two aspirin in the morning. Heh heh..."

The bulky tiger found the experience of shoving his even larger, fatter, thicker cock back into the pink underwear a pleasing experience. He ended up managing to stuff the head back down alongside the bowling ball-sized nuts, but that left a significant part of the stalk curled over on itself and hanging out, pushing up past his own belly button. The single remaining button on the nurse's uniform strained visibly, ready to snap at any moment as the tiger's slab-like pecs twitched, bouncing his dark nipples and dense white fuzz. The straps running down his sides pulled his tiny skirt up high, leaving none of his bulging underwear and half-exposed cock to imagination, while in the back, the elastic waistband made it no further than halfway up his cheeks, leaving them clenching in the air beneath his broad tail base.

Despite the relative ruination of his costume, Atari found himself the object of even more attention when he reappeared at the party. Despite stinking of sex - or perhaps because of it - the big tiger found himself encouraged onto the dancefloor by a group of gym patrons. The tiger laughed as he danced, gyrating his hips and enjoying the moment, when he realized the tiger he'd just finished doing in the locker room was there as well, dancing with his full belly squeezed up against the leg of a much larger stallion, who was regarding the eager-looking feline with lust. The corners of Atari's muzzle curled up into a grin as he wondered which lucky patron would be next to receive a trick - or treat - at the gym tonight...

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