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Disney TF Stories: The Aristocats

Originally written by LorneLyon

Revision and Book Cover Art made by Skyblue2005

NOTE: This version continues with Timothy's height at 6'5" or 1.96 meters. This also adds elements from two previous stories, as well as several characters not included from the original version, and addresses the source of the main problem that would come in the middle of the story.

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Prologue:

Timothy Soro woke up with a ray of sunshine on his face. Seeing sunlight, he went for a bowl of cereals and a glass of mango milk and watched the news, this time concerning rumors of a local resurfacing in Texas. Video files from the TV filmed weeks ago reminded the brown fox of something. He decided to check on Robin Hood, brought the same brown robe he wore in the last adventure, and this time managed to land at the inn on the outskirts of Nottingham.

That inn was now manned by Otto the formerly crippled blacksmith watching over customers nervously trying to act natural. Those who rented rooms in an inn would only expected to be fucked and transformed by Otto while sleeping, judging by a few customers who ended up like hunks and was judgementally watching other customers from certain spots. Elated to see his young friend, Otto forced Timothy to shove his own dick into a mouth of one customer in form of a donkey, much to other customers' shock. Timothy eventually gave in through sex rage, as he roared while shooting his seed into the same customer's mouth, which would transform the donkey into a sex-hungry beast, equally muscular and tall as Timothy. Sensing his dick's sense to shoot another seed immediately after orgasm, Timothy raped the donkey's German Shepherd friend through his ass, while the transformed donkey got to fuck his Calico cat friend's ass against his will. Both the dog and the cat then turned into lustful bodybuilders, who quickly went after their new prey, while the transformed customers and Otto started lunging at others, devolving into an inn orgy.

Meanwhile, Sir Hiss and Robin were discussing about ways to transform the town as the whole. Until that, they had to catch up with their roles, even if the citizens felt uncomfortable at sight of new beefy guards that were regularly caught in alleys either kissing or body stroking. Rightfully so, because everytime they complained to King Richard, he was expected to punish those guards for such inappropriate behavior. Instead he would give them a nice hard spanking till their asses blushed red, afterwards he would sit on his throne and let the guards nuzzle and kiss his feet paw till he felt forgiving and let them go. The king could have let them go shortly, given the way he disciplined them, but it was rather a rational choice suggested by Sir Hiss, so to prevent citizens from gaining suspicion, in which they already did when the King asked for twenty teen and young adult males in his castle. They also hated the fact that the King had already corrupted Maid Marian (even though Robin directly did it) as they witnessed her naked and muscular and holding hands with Robin on a return parade, and that he had incased his own brother John in gold, for they felt John deserved to have a less torturous punishment despite that prince being a jerk.

After an hour, Sir Hiss inspecting around the outskirts when he heard something loud in the inn. He went in and discovered an orgy still ongoing, with Timothy seen pounding and filling Otto's ass like crazy. With Otto having passed out from having too much sex, Timothy was still horny and active enough, looking at the big cobra with malicious and sex-hungry intent. Timothy then ran on fours before pouncing on Sir Hiss, but the cobra quickly catched and hypnotized Timothy to put back into senses. Once back to normal, Timothy apologized for going crazy on sex, but Hiss tongue-kissed him and gave him a dark grin, saying "No need to apologize my wild fox. I'd love to fuck your swole ass in the same way you crazy fucked that crippled dog, but Robin needs you in the castle right now." As the matter of the fact, Robin actually expected his brown vulpine corrupter to come back, given he sensed his desire to convert Nottingham into a town full of muscularized warriors, not just Robin Hood and the Nottingham royalty.

Chapter 1: Lazy Day

Despite major changes yesterday, it felt like another lazy day in the castle, where Timothy sat on the ground and had his mouth filled with the cock of who was formerly Robin Hood. Since he was transformed into the sneaky bastard he was now, including a big piece between his legs, he was then renamed Robin Hardwood. And for a good reason, his thick, viny cock was always hard and ready to pound whatever butt would offer himself, but a mouth would do good as well. And Timothy was happy to help him with it, because he had crafted his skill, thanks to the ton of hive minded rhino brothers that were always ready to help him with it.

That training paid off, which of course took time between the inn orgy and a session with Robin. Still a little bit wobbly, Timothy was able to take most of Robin's cock. Being a mean bastard that doesn't care about others is equivalent of one breaking his own toys, which was something Robin really hated, given the fact that he used to rob the rich to help the poor. So he gave Timothy time to try it on his own, warning him that he could force his cock in if he was bored enough of Timothy's weak performance.

But heavy breathing and the big paw on his head made Robin believe Timothy was doing a good job. Robin's other big paw was getting to his pecs, pinching the big, salami-sized nipple. Even the dark red color gave everyone who saw it a reason to want to bite it. Especially after a hard and heavy training, one would have the feeling of sucking on a salty salami as if he was licking the big, fat button.

Timothy got a bit more of the cock in his mouth. The head was almost down his throat, he could feel it throbbing near his Adam's apple. The booming voice of Robin made him almost cum right away. It was like a deep bass inside Timothy's stomach sending pleasuring vibrations to his crotch, prompt the brown fox to growl in deep pleasure as well.

Timothy's hands lowered himself, accidentally touching the red fox's big balls, which was enormous to store all the cum that would fit a man his size. A man fit enought for a king like Richard. Robin's own nipple pleasuring combined with the thrill of throat fucking gave him a shiver down his spine that unleashed some thick precum and deep growling. Robin reached his hand and grip Timothy's ear, making him yelp. Robin whispered "Don't be such a wimp fox. Keep sucking"

Timothy did as told, feeling the pre running down into his stomach. It was so much that he could taste the spicy and sweet taste of it. It tasted amazing, like a once-in-a-time sauce, perfectly tasty and thick, ready to turn on every dish possible and even could be drunk as just any type of drunkard could do.

Timothy felt his gut having blown up a little bit, but he knew it was only the start. Robin grunted and pulled his thick cock out of Timothy's mouth, leaving the brown fox panting and trying to catch his breath. Robin stood up, looming on a platform over the canine with the same height. He grabbed Timothy's chin and made him look up, with the red fox himself looking into the face of his sub, filled with needy eyes and the mouth dripping with a mix of saliva and precum. He bent over, pushing his own lips against Timothy's and pushed his tongue inside. The brown fox's throat felt good and slippery thanks to his natural lube. Robin made sure to keep eye contact and his big paw on Timothy'ss back to make him be as close as possible.

After a wild tongue bath Robin let Timothy go, he flipped the brown fox over and used his big pecs to press him against the wall. Robin moaned as his hyper sensitive nipples brushed against the muscle mountains on Timothy's back. He raised his hand and hit the brown butt globes, prompting Timothy to make a sound between a yelp and a moan. Another slap hit his butt, making it jiggle a bit, but the third one was the hardest and left an almost perfect red hand print there. This time, Robin opened his hand and gave a hard and almost painful grope to the big furred ass. It was so big and thick it almost felled like a pillow filled with dough, Robin grinned, fucking him would be great.

Robin licked one of his thick finger and pressed it inside Timothy's ass without showing a kind of going easy on him. Not that it was needed, the other castle staff workers had stretched his ass damn good, and it still felt like a virgin ass. Robin's finger dug deep into Timothy inside, because even if it was a story, his enormous rod could still hurt Timothy, but only on Timothy, as for the others the lube wasn't needed.

Robin licked his lips while looking to his big hand on brown fox's ass. In his own world, Timothy wasn't small at all, but around these story studs he was one of the smallest, but surely not the least tasty one. Robin took his cock and smacked it on Timothy's back, it was thick and heavy, like a tree log.

"Feels good right?" Robin said, "All that fuck meat. It will feel even better if I put it in his right place."

Timothy looked behind, with some kind of hunger for sex in his eyes. "Please do it, I'm ready"

Robin took his cock in one paw, his other still spreading the big bubble ass.

It took a moment of nothing, but then Timothy let out a big moan, as he could feel the thickest cock head in his life enter his asshole. It was like someone tried to stuff a honey melon inside. And he loved it, he could feel Robin's heavy paw on his ass, making sure he was still around, not breaking the contact. Timothy could feel the equally big muscular fox looming over him, he could easily break him, but he remained patient, bringing his dick in slowly but surely. He fastened his grip on Timothy's ass, almost making him bleed thanks to his razor sharp nails. Timothy could only hold himself being slammed to the ground by wrapping his arms around a tapestry hanging on a wall, otherwise Robin's power would only take him to the ground for sure.

Timothy genuinely loved what he had done, giving these childhood favorites this power to grow big and strong, only caring about turning and fucking others. Even he didn't expect for some couples to form, which in his guess was a very pleasant side effect. It was fun to have some trio fun with two guys that were in love.

Timothy noticed that Robin's breath started to get a bit more uncontrolled, he could feel the blood pumping around in the veins of the huge fuck meat, that showed just how big it was, Timothy could feel every single vein on it.

Robin slammed his hands against the wall, making small stone pieces fly around.

"Fuck dammit! Your ass is amazing! I'm gonna fill it inside! RAAAAWR!!!!" he growled, biting Timothy in his hair and almost crushpressed him against the wall while his hot burning seed filled the insides of the brown fox.

Timothy panted with his tongue out, feeling every spurt racing to get somewhere. He felt like a condom being filled, but it was so hot that he almost passed out, seeing black circles encircling in front of his eyes. The sharp teeth of Robin let go of Timothy's hair, and because the brown fox had already lost feeling in his legs, he tipped over, but luckily the strong arms of Robin caught him.

"Damn you. Your ass is freaking great." He gave a hard, painfull pinch to the red buns. "I hope you will pass by more often."

Timothy could only pant, while feeling the seed running down his legs. Robin put him over his shoulder and took him to a bedroom, sometimes giving his ass another slap, make it jiggle and the seed fly around.

After Robin put Timothy on a bed adorned with blue fabric and placed the sheets over him, he gave a surprisingly soft kiss on his forehead and left the room, letting the brown fox rest.

Chapter 2: Sex Hangover

Timothy didn't know how long he had slept, but he did know something that woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked around the bedroom, which resembled a Medieval French theme. It seemed like someone had closed the curtain earlier, just leaving a small stripe of sunlight entering the room.

*Tick-tick-tick!*

Timothy raised up with his messy hair and rubbed eyes, but what was that sound? He probably had heard it before.

*Tick-tick-tick!*

He turned his head. Was it someone knocking on the door? No, this didn’t sound like wood. He tilt his head and moved his ears to listen better.

*Tick-tick-tick!*

It sounded like glass, as if someone was knocking on the balcony door.

Timothy slowly walked naked into the curtain and shove it away. At first, he was a bit blinded by sunlight, then surprised by the view, the rose garden surrounding the big fountain within the castle was beautiful, and he could also see few rhino guards kissing and fucking.

Second, he saw a white pigeon, still using its beak to tick on the glass. He opened the balcony door and the bird flew in. It had a brown leather bag attached to its back. Timothy got the small bag and took out the scroll it was holding, afterwards the pigeon flew away into the outdoors. It happened to be a letter, with the same handwriting as one on the package that gave him the Sing book.

"Dear Timothy Soro,

I hope you enjoy your time. Even if I'm unable to explain everything in a letter, I hope you trust me enough. The power you used to make your dream come true has started to leak out and infected another book. Without you around to control it, it made a mess and chaos broke out.

I want you to go to Europe in the summer of 1910. In case this message ends in the wrong hands, this is the only lead I can give you. Please fix things before they get out of hand.

Signed, the Librarian"

Timothy thought 'Europe in 1910?' What could be their that has connection with one of his books? He then looked back to the bedroom furniture, and noticed numerous Fleur-de-lis patches around the said furniture. He then noticed a young adult servant entering the bedroom, in form of a naked muscular dog but shorter than Timothy himself. That servant gave Timothy a seductive smile and an erect cock, saying "Good morning Sir Timothy. I hope I haven't disturbed you. Sir Robin assigned me to work for you as your servant. I'm also required to satisfy your sexual needs if so desired."

Timothy looked to the window where the bird just left. Which story would be in Europe during that period? He thought about the people there, wearing stiff-dressed black suits, horse carriages, opera, big hats, canes, and aristocrats. That was the exact word he had realized, and he knew which story he had to go to. Now more determined than ever, he opted used his gun to get back home, but not after a 30-minute session of sucking his new servant's dick and then fucking his ass till he fell tired, just because Timothy was also hornier than ever.

After using the gun, he first thought he made a mistake because it was totally dark. Then he saw a little bit of white light from where the window was. He realized all windows around his penthouse was packed with snow and laughed. He also remembered the days where he and his friends built snowmen and threw snowballs at each other. Unfortunately for him, he knew he didn't have time for it. Now that he knew he had come back to present day, he quickly dived into his chest till he found the right book. And indeed, something black had leaked out from the pages of Oliver & Company and was now between the pages. Although unsure whether this was whether dangerous or not, he took a couple of planks and made divios in the chest, to make sure the black ink wouldn't infect another book, for now at least. He could examine it later.

He dived into his closet again, so he could make sure he find a fitting outfit. There he found a black suit, no shoes, top hat with a red bow, a brown wooden cane with a faux ruby and a pocket handkerchief. He admired himself in the mirror, looking classy and important. This would get him near his target. With a little bit of preparation, he hid the smoke bombs inside his top hat.

He took the book and wiped away some of the black goo to reveal the title: The Aristocats. Taking place in Paris in 1910 (thankfully months prior to the Great Flood there), the book revolved around a family of aristocratic cats, and how an alley cat acquaintance helped them after a human butler had kidnapped them to gain his mistress's fortune which was intended to go to them. So if the brown fox had to rewrite the story, then that butler would be a wimp in comparison to others, at least he would have to live without betraying the cats as far as Timothy was concerned.

Timothy flipped the book and saw that the black goo had already made changes on certain pages for him. On one part of the story, Thomas O'Malley was already part of family from the start. And just after the whole teaching part, the cat-loving aristocat Madame Adelaide Bonfamille would take Dutchess and her daughter Marie to an opera house where Madame would watch the play, leaving only Thomas, and Duchess's biological sons Toulouse and Berlioz behind. This scenario was where Timothy would see what uncontrolled (if not uncontrollable) meanness could do. He quickly pointed his gun to the exact page and fired to make the entrance.

Somewhere in Paris, France, 1910

Timothy Soro fell into a torn couch, whose springs jolted him into a piano. As if breaking the piano was not bad enough, Timothy began to hear the cracks, causing himself and the broken piano to break through each floor until they hit ground floor. Although annoyed with this unfortunate arrival, he quickly recognized this place, it was some decrepit apartment where the Alley Cats resided and sometimes made a louder mess with jazz music. Sensing no one was around, he decided to make a quick leave.

Having arrived at Bonfamille's Residence and hiding on top of a neighboring mansion, Timothy decided it was a good idea to observe what was inside first. He watched Madame, Dutchess and Marie leave with the carriage manned by Edgar. Then Timothy sensed something with his ears and realized all hell broke loose inside.

Toulouse got his claws out and jumped, leaving a pair of big tears on the wallpapers, taking a couple of portraits with him. He landed on a table where he would knock of a china flowervase, breaking down into pieces and spilling its water all over the priceless carpet. His red cat brother Berliouz, on the other hand, got a well-aimed jump as well from a tall cupboard to the chandelier, where he ended up swinging from left to right till all its screw let loose and fell to the ground, smashing hundreds of little crystals across the marble floor.

Toulouse and Berlioz then ran the music room, where Berliouz squished the paint tubes, smearing with it everywhere onto the walls, floor and ceiling. Toulouse continued his rampage by digging into grand piano, cutting all wires and making a hole from top to bottom. His continuous ruckus caused the piano's legs to destabalize themselves, which forced the grand piano itself to collapse, shooting piano keys across the room, with one breaking the mirror hanging on a wall.

All in the moment Thomas O'Malley ran in, witnessing his adopted sons' rampage in horror.

"Please stop it!" he begged, dodging a loose piano key that almost hit him. "What has gotten into you both?!"

"Shut up old man" Toulouse said, dousing over his painting canvas with a tube of black paint, then onto O'Malley's face. "You're not our father! Try to find your own kids to say something about, and leave us be!"

Berlioz jumped onto a puddle of purple and green paint, leaving his print all messy, and a trail of dirty paw prints on the carpets, wooden and tile floors, while Thomas tried to wipe off the paint in desperation.

Timothy had seen enough watching all the BS through the mansion window, having already realized what happened. His mean formula had consequently corrupted those two kittens, pushing them into an early stage of rampage through puberty. As the Librarian's letter said, without his control the meanness transformation would turn affected subjects into something like this. Timothy was so disturbed with no knowledge about such an effect like this that he didn't like it. Muscle growth onto characters he cherished was an honor in his work but he didn't want books to force him, for he was the boss of this project and they must play it by his rules.

He started to think, just turning them wouldn't be enough. He needed enough strong hunks to make sure they could keep those two kittens under control. He needed males that would bring authority, but also joy. He thought about all the characters that they would met during the story, and suddenly he found in mind. He knew who to turn first.

However, before he decided to leave the mansion, he noticed Edgar returning home on the same carriage. Timothy confronted the butler and demanded him to take him to the countryside outside Paris, but Edgar insisted that he had to take something from the mansion because Madame forgot to feed her cats some milk. Timothy put Edgar still at the coffeehouse and went a few blocks away to steal bottles of milk from the Milkman who initially mistook the fox for some annoying orange cat. Timothy gave Edgar few bottles of milk and assured him that the other bottles were left open at the mansion for male cats to drink. Satisfied, Edgar agreed to bring the brown fox to the countryside. Throughout the whole situation, Edgar was able to recognize that Timothy was no human, but given how big and intimidating the fox was, he preferred keeping his own mouth shut for his own safety.

Chapter 3: Country Roads

While riding with Edgar into the countryside, Timothy tried to find the windmill. Looking around for two specific canines that should be around. However with the story mixed up, he had no idea if they were affected. He got out of a motorbike and thanked Edgar, who went back to Paris. Timothy walked into the ruin of what once was a windmill. He was then confronted by an elderly goose name Uncle Waldo who actively tried to discourage the fox from going in. Waldo revealed that something in that windmill ate up his nieces Abigail and Amelia when they went after Abigail's bonnet blown over by wind. Timothy however just walked past Waldo, much to the latter's horror but there was nothing he could do to save him.

He could hear something snoring and suddenly a bunch of rags rose up. The thing under it was enormous, a huge dog, almost like a cerbereus, but with just one head, long ears, yellow teeth, a ring through his snout, and big meaty paws with claws that could easily rip through steel. His fur was thickly layered over his already beefy body, and his big, black nose was pointing in Timothy's direction.

"Who's there?!" said the deep voice, but with a different, surprised tone in it. It took Timothy a couple of seconds to find out what happened. In this version of the story, Napoleon and Lafayette, the former dogs that got in Edgar's way twice, were merged, into one huge beast, straight out of a nightmare. And thanks to the black goo, Timothy could guess whose nightmare it was a real life version of.

Seeing the drooling maw and the thick legs, the fox knew he could never outsmart the creature. Setting off the paper bomb was even pointless, as the goo already corrupted the former dogs enough. Timothy could see black smoke coming from his back, bearing three spikes like another deadly weapon. His first thought was 'How the heck am I gonna survive this poor giant?'

Looking into the red burning eyes, like fire was coming out from the inside, Timothy decided to set his pride away in dealing with a much more serious case like this. It would probably take him further than just struggling, for now at least. So he sank on his knees, spreading his arms as an act of surrender.

"Good evening big guy" said the fox nervously, "I came here for two creatures named Napoleon and Lafayette. I request their help on the mission."

The creature grunted "Ah, I see. I'm known by those two names. So why should I help you? You're just a weak, little bug that I could easily crush and I wouldn't care less."

Timothy gulped with his eyes shrunken, realizing he needed to be careful with his next sentence, as soon as he could set it off, he would be saved. He replied "I can give you power. The power to intimidate your enemies who would see your eyes burning in the dark. They would whisper your name, fear your smell. You will be the bugbear of Paris."

The creature smiled and chuckled. "Bugbear? Hmph. That sounds odd but I like that offer, heretofore I can consider. You've got me, I accept, but I also want you to show me this power first, to see how legitimate your offer is."

He followed up his threat by showing his wide teeth and taking a quick bite out of the stone wall, crushing it in his maw like a bunch of cereals, in a sense of using physical demonstration.

"I hope we can understand each other, can we not?" said the black creature with a pitch black voice after spitting out the stones.

"Oh yes, we do" Timothy took one of the paper bombs from his belt, carefully hiding the wick. "This paper box hides the secret of power. You only have to break it."

"That's it? I expecting something harder."

"Sometimes a child's play can give out something even bigger from the inside. You just have to take it with a grain of salt."

"Do I seriously need a grain of salt to take on this weak box of yours?"

"Oh no, what I mean is you must check this paper box out but you still have the right to be skeptical."

"Ugh! Just get on with then!"

Timothy quickly drew his hand back as the cerbereus bite the bomb. His eyes grew big as he could taste the bomb exploding in his mouth. Timothy quickly used his top hat as a mask to avoid any inhaling of the gas, although there were little smoke inside. Timothy was in fact immune to that kind of gas as he was already transformed by it, but even a little smoke could make him horny. The brown fox himself sensed the smoke going to his snoke anyway, so he felt aroused and excited, putting his top hat back on, folding his arms on his back, and giving up an evil smile.

Timothy got himself to unsheath and rub his dick to enjoy the scene because the other wasn't that lucky. The black creature's eyes got from susprise, to anger, down to emptiness in just a few seconds. Most of the work was already done thanks to the goo, but the smoke made some changes so he would be better fit for his new role.

First of all, the creature got the ability to stand on two legs, making him end up in almost 3 meters tall, with his head bumping the ceiling. His arms and shoulder, who had a really thick profile already got more mixed colors, reminiscent of his original colors, white and brown, additionally mutated into swirl patterns, strange towards the claws that were still strong. The chest got the same colors as well, but they would just split in the middle and the two pointy nipples that stick out the thin fur were the same darker brown as Napoleon had back then. His ass got big and bubbling, also sharing the split colors, but the tail got thicker and more dangerous as it shared the same spikes as those on his back. His legs got even bigger than before, making him able to jump over any building five times his size so easily. His feet got big and fluffy as well, a nice cuddling pillow for a friend albeit a deadly kicker for anyone else, for one kick would break all one's bones with ease. This wasn't a creature to mess with, because these attributes made him equivalent to a hellhound, but ten times more dangerous.

The hellhound himself, who now surely had flaming eyes, looked ito Timothy. The black dog was now standing on two feet again, with a cocky smile, for it was easy to play on the creatures feeling for power. He jumped and landed just before Timothy, head down while his tongue licked his new master's feet. Timothy fell down, laying against the wall as his new servant got his paws on the fox's paws.

Although surprised by the black dog's love for licking feet, Timothy remained determined to control him, even though the fox was not fond of foot fetish. "Well, well, you've caught me by surprise this time Pup! And speaking of which, here's lesson one!" he said with a mean smile. "Never let your guard down. You should know nothing in life is free. Now clean my paws or else I will stuff your mouth with them."

The dog nodded, for his behavior and mind were totally corrupted by the smoke bomb. Thanks to Timothy's correction, he would now be an obedient puppy, listening to every command given by the once he considered his master. He would serve them with strength, body and lust. After a nice, long licking workout on the fox's feet, he got up and licked his master's lips, still tasting salt and sweat.

The satisfied fox replied "Hmmm yes, that will do for now. It's nice being a mean motherfucker but I'm not heartless. I will tell you about my mission." Timothy told his new pet everything he needed to know, as well as he gave him a new and fitting name, 'Gunner', in which the black dog accepted with tongue lick on Tim's face.

"Oh I love that name, Gunner. From now on I will do as you ask, my new master."

"Good, because we still have some time to kill, and I know what I wanna do in that time." Timothy smiled as he ordered Gunner to turn around. The butt cheeks of the pet jiggled by every little movement he made, and it was a perfect first fuck.

Timothy got on his knees, parting the buttocks as he looked to the small hole, twitching for attention. He jerked his own cock, to make it even harder than it already was a while ago. At the same time, he pressed his face between the cheeks, letting go of them as well. It was a unique feeling when he could feel two butt globes slam against his face. It was an even better feeling than putting one's face between a pair of pectorals, much softer and comfier.

Timothy closed his eyes and put his tongue against Gunner's butthole. He could hear the big beast growl, pushing his ass against the fox's face. His tail wagged happily above him. It felt so right for his master to lick him there. He almost could feel his insides getting ready for what would come, but Timothy wasn't planning on giving the reward that easily. He wanted to have a bit more pleasure before getting to the main act.

He withdrew his face from the ass and ordered Gunner to turn around, so he could see his front view. The fox felt his knees going weaker when he saw the dick he had created. Thick and veiny, a bit short but the huge softball size balls made up for that. Timothy got closer to them, Gunner's fur had a nice, chocolate brown color, but his balls were lighter in color like caramel. Opening his mouth Timothy sucked one of them in. It was so big and heavy, like a giant lollipop that he buried his face between them, feeling their plumpness. He could almost smell the seed inside, boiling soft so it would be steamy the moment it was shot free.

Nuzzling his way up, Timothy met the base of the thick, pulsing cock waiting for him. He licked over the shaft, long, teasing strokes, resulting in the big beast moaning and running his hand over his own body. After a look from Timothy who forbade him from touching his own cock, he went for the second best spot, his nipples. It made him moan even harder. Having his master worship his dick was a great feeling. He too felt his seed boil in the big balls.

He let out a yelp of lust, making a big blob of precum escape. The energy that was running through his body after the transformation was just too much. He tried his best to hold back, but the mouth and the tongue of the smaller fox were just too good. He had amazing experience and knew just how to lick his cock to turn him in an obedient lusty pup.

Timothy grinned after he saw the precum sparkling in the afternoon sun. He used his thumb to taste it. It was so wonderful, salty and spicy that it made a perfect combination that fit the big beast above him. He rose up, his face on the same height as the cock head. He licked when he saw the dark brown head, like it could explode by just the slightest touch. But he knew he had to do it, otherwise his plan wouldn't work. He sighed, took the cock just below the head. He licked his lips before placing them over the head. He worked on the shaft, had to stretch his throat a bit in order to get enough in. Nevertheless it was great, the precum gates were open and he could feel the burning sensation of it gliding down. His body already got so many cum inside that it had change itself a little bit. The cum of the changed heroes got so much protein it would lead to the fox's body consuming it all in a raging speed. He growled as he could feel his biceps and neck tighten. The biceps met a nice 20 inches, his neck got thicker aand sprout just grew a little bit of neck fur, not so much anyone could see such muscles there. The rest of his body would grow as well to support the new changes, it also made him growl deeper.

Gunner on the other hand, started to get it harder. Timothy did such a good job he actually had to let go of his nipples to avoid cumming to soon. To unleash some pent up energy he started to flex his biceps, which had huge 26 inches around and his pecs who will end with 80 inches, which he could bounce as well. The wet tongue of the fox was just so much that even with the ways he used to tire himself out, it wouldn't hold for long. Gunner took a deep breath, placed the hands on Timothy's head and push the remaining parts of his cock inside his throat.

Timothy gagged, his eyes started to tear a little, but he was rewarded with five big waves of the spicy liquid he was working for. It felt like it was burning his throat from the inside, but he loved it. He could feel the energy running through his body, his muscles tighten a bit further. He grew a bit taller, till respectively 8 feet, which also result his waist in growing to 40 inches. It even started to sprout the start of a new pair of abs, giving him a totally of ten.

He stood straight, wiping some leftover seed from his face. He smiled as he looked to what he had became. Without him noticing back then, his sleeves had ripped down to his sleeves, unable to hold his big biceps. His pants were ripped down to his waist, but not fully give in yet as it could still hold his dick having recently grown bigger from Gunner's seed. Timothy decided to keep the suit on, so he could enjoy ripping out of it later.

He looked to his new ally, who had kneel down, his head bowed. Gunner said "I thank you sir. Thank you for letting me cum. Would you allow me to return the favor?"

"Not yet my pup. We have to fulfill our mission."

Gunner stand straight, slamming his fist together. "You're right, I will show those kittens how to respect."

"We will, they will grow themselves up a couple of beautiful workout twins." Timothy sat down to explain Gunner what he had in mind. Gunner understood, he sank on his knees again, Timothy hopped on his back and they were set off. Gunner ran back to Paris in full speed. He jumped through the streets, leaving craters where he landed before they ended up back at the Bonfamille's mansion. However, this petrified Edgar on his way home with Madame, Duchess and Marie on a motorbicycle, as Gunner's crater-making jump caused the butler to take a hard turn over the bridge. The four fell onto the river, but the sidecar immediately detached itself upon impact, leaving Madame and her two female cats dry and intact. Later, the three willingly accopanied the heavily injured Edgar to the hospital for days until his full recovery.

Chapter 4: Cat Party

The hours looked even worse for the said mansion, as almost all windows were shattered and the doors were broken down. Thomas was outside in the garden, accompanied together with the female horse Frou Frou and his old band mates Billy Bob, Rest Cat and Peppo.

*Rest Cat was originally named 'Scat Cat' in the film as he was voiced by Scatman Crothers, but LorneLyon changed his name for a fecal-related reason.

"Great" Timothy thought "This is even perfect!"

Hiding behind two fence columns and coming up with a plan, Gunner would take Frou Frou to change while the fox himself would takes the Alley Cats. It became even more perfect for Timothy when Thomas ran into the house, after a huge blow was heard inside. Timothy used a rock to distract the soon to be 'horseman'. He jumped over the gates and landed in a bush near Rest Cat. Because he was all alone a bit afar from his two comrades, it was easy for Timothy to grab him from behind and pull him into the bushes without making a sound. He took the black feline in a headlock with his one arm while taking a bomb out of his other hand. He tried to hold the cat, who happened to be stronger than he looked.

"Now now, please quiet you fool" he whispered, placing a hand over Rest Cat's mouth so he would't call for help. He used his second hand to give the big belly a jiggle. "Hmmm fuuuuck, we're going to enjoy this. Welcome to the team...daddy." He smiled in enjoyment as he saw the fear in Rest Cat's eyes grew while he leaked the bomb. He pushed the cat face down in the smoke. Even with his view limited to the white, he still could see the outlines of the change. Rest Cat's back getting wider, his legs longer, he became taller over all his soon-to-be big comrades. He could see the belly rise till stomach levels, the jaw of Rest stayed rounder. He flexed his arms, relieving a pair of thick biceps that wouldn't go under for Gunner's. When he stepped out of the smoke, Timothy's jaw dropped in amazement.

Rest was huge, his whole body got the form of an enormous strong man, including a turtle shell muscle gut. Too big that Rest had outgrown the bushes, forcing himself and Timothy to retreat into another but taller bushes. Afterwards Rest Cat gave Timothy a wink while flexing his pecs, bouncing up and down and creating almost miniature shock waves. Timothy could also see a golden ring pierced through each pitch black nipple. However, the biggest change was his face. Rest had sprouted a short but awesome looking beard around his mouth and chin. It had a friendly salt and pepper color. It would totally complete the image of a handsome, big DILF (Daddy I Like/Love to Fuck) who was ready to rock your evening, but the fox could see his grin and lights in his eyes.

He walked closed a put a hand on the musclegut. "Are you ready to help me you sexy gut?"

Rest put his arm behind Timothy's head, forcing him in a huge, fat wet kiss. It got on for a minute before he let him go, slamming his hand on his stomach. It sounded like a drum. "Hell yeah I am!"

At the same time Billy Boss looked through the bush where Rest Cat was snatched into, saying "Hey, where did he go? Rest Cat, where are you?"

Peppo looking into another bush replied "I don't a-know amico, maybe he was so excited when he heard something inside, or just-a needed privacy while pissing." They jumped back a bit when they found a claw waving from the bushes.

"Hey guys, I'm over here!" said the voice the two could identity as that of Rest cat, but it sounded weird and deeper.

Peppo got closer. "Where are you amico? What the hell are you doing in there?"

"I found something! You might want to look at this! But I can't take it out alone!"

As Peppo reached the right bush, suddenly the claw of Rest wrapped around his arm with a strength he never had before. Peppo looked back to Billy bob before he got pulled in the bushes. Billy Boss froze in shock when he saw the bushes shake. He could hear an explosion and voices of distress, but then it became silent, like nothing moved anymore. A rush of air got through the bush, Billy Boss got the feeling someone was looking at him and would charge at him the moment he moved.

"P-Peppo? A-Are you there? Are you okay?" said Billy Boss in a worrisome tone. No response, but Billy Boss could see two green eyes glowing in the bush and looking at him. "R-Rest Cat? Is that you?"

Suddenly something jumped from the bush, flying over Billy Boss's head and landing behind him, leaving another crater. The grey cat looked back and his ears fell back in fear and shock. That thing was indeed Peppo, but not the once he knew. He had become bigger than his former self, hitting the 2 meter mark high with ease. His body fur was too thin, it looked like he had a tan over himself. His stomach had turned full of gut barrel. His pecs was dusted with black hair and above his grinning mouth was a nice, clean mustache. He still got his signature green hat, but now was put over just one ear and his spotted neckerchief, because his head was topped with smooth black hair, looking like he applied a huge amount of hair gel in it. Overall he ended looking like a beefy Italian bear daddy, combined with his feline features.

"Heey, your mouth is open Billy" Peppo said with a wink in his honey sweet voice, knowing that mouth will be open for a long time soon.

Behind Billy Boss, two other creatures came from the bushes, surrounding the scared cat completely. Timothy took the smoke bomb of the day and let it off. The only sound Billy Boss was able to make was a wimpy sound before he was completely surrounded by the smoke. He couched trying to inhale as little from the smoke as possible, but it did enter his system anyway. He could feel his muscles grow and his body reshape. His legs cracked in taking a more human form. His stomach molted away, creating beautiful chiseled abs. His arms and pecs formed as well, but his muscles got leaner, and his already existing chin hair grew into a beard but longer than one of Rest Cat. His beard and his head fur grew a gray layer. He panted while he looked to his claw, he could feel the blood running.

A brown hand was reached out to him. Peppo took a moment to enjoy Billy Boss's new look. The smoke had turned Billy Boss into a nice looking grandfather figure that used to workout and cycle a lot.

"You look beautiful mate" Rest Cat said, putting his hand on his buddy's butt. "I am so happy our master was willing to show us the right path!"

The three former band members turned around and knelt for the fox, with Billy Boss saying "Thank you for showing us sir. We are ready and willing to help you reach your goals."

"That feels great, doesn't it? said Timothy as he gave each of the big kitten a kind rub over their heads, leading to the three cats purring, bumping their head against the canines legs. At the same moment, two figures walk to them from around the house.

The first one was Gunner, the other was the now transformed Frou-Frou. The former mare became a huge stallion, even for horse standards. He grew 2.30 meters in height, his muscles were bulging over all his body, his pecs replacing female breasts and soft bumping up and down with each step, with two juicy looking nipples topping it off.

Even if he now had human hands, his feet remained a set of beautiful, black shiny hooves. They gave out beautiful clipping sounds as they walked over the stones. Anyone could know something good would happen the moment they heard it. Both his hooves and hands got some gorgeous feathering, his black tail wagging behind him. The main color of his body was the same light caramel brown as before, his fathering, hair and manes had a more dirty blond color.

But for anyone who saw him, their attention was pulled toward his dung, having grown from his former pussy. An almost knee-reaching black cock with long hanging balls, that had a mysterious shine over it. Even Timothy gulped a bit when he saw it. Taking that monster, that was almost as thick as his own muscles arm wouldn't be an easy task. And by the cocky smile on Frou-Frou's face, he knew he would have all heads turning his way the moment he entered a room.

The mare-turned-stallion walked toward Timothy, whose face barely reached his chest. He placed one of his fingers under the fox's chin, lightly pushing him upward. His long, slimy tongue reaching out and landed itself in Timothy's mouth. He closed his eyes, pleasantly surprised by the gentleness, the soft nose pressing his face. He knew this was a rare luck on his side, this was just how amazing his invention had become. His hand landed on the black torpedo, stroking it. He felt the ring at the cock head. This was a masterpiece, a creature shaped in perfection.

Suddenly, two additional cats came out of the bush, already transformed into bodybuilders making with each other. Standing a bit shorter than Timothy and even 8-pack abs, they turned out to be the Siamese cat Shun Gon and the English cat Hit Cat. "Well well, I've been wondering where you two have been. I didn't even get to meet you."

Hit Cat replied "Oh we were at the roof, trying to be open any windows there."

Shun Gon added "Then we slipped off and fell into this bush. We had no idea how to respond to such a soothing smoke."

Hit Cat continued "Yeah, we grew big and fell in love with each other. That felt so good."

Shun Gon ended "Yes my dear. So you must be our new master, we also thank you for helping show our deeper sides with each other."

"Guys, where are you?" a voice sounded. It was Thomas, looking for others as he had tried to climb the wall numerous times but in vain. Timothy smiled at Thomas's reappearance, because it was time for the event.

Running around the house, Thomas had been struggling to find the way in, because the two kittens had somehow blocked all entrances with destroyed furniture and other big pieces. Not even the smallest holes were spared, in fact their mouse friend Roquefort also tried to help Thomas find the way in. However at one point, he ended up trapped in a broken stove when he was being chased by Toulouse. Back to Thomas, he ran back to the garden entrance, only to be surprised by a group of huge creatures. He first thought these were regular humans, until he saw different fur colors, ears, tails and claws.

"Who are you?" he asked out of uncertainty, wondering if those creatures could understand him.

"Aw hey, don't you recognize us? How sad" Billy Boss said, turning himself around.

Thomas was surprised to see the big grandfather version of his old friend. "W-w-what happened to you Billy Boss?"

"Something great and beautiful" Peppo added, placing his arm around Billy Boss's shoulder and kiss his cheek. "Our new master has turned us into these

patate muscolari."

The group parted to reveal their new master, who was just exploring Shun Gon and Hit Cat's new bodies while the latter two got to grope the fox's pecs. Thomas tilted his head in confusion, and the brown fox turned around to see Thomas with surprise as the orange cat not being as intimidated by his new papas as the others. Timothy took another bomb from his hat, causing Thomas to back away, showing his teeth and hissing. "No, I won't be a part of that freak group!"

Timothy looked to him. "How sad to call your friends and future lovers just like that, or worse, to your family. Believe me, I'm just here to make things right. I'm hoping you will be willing to cooperate because I have spent enough energy today."

Out of fear that they would go after his sons, Thomas jumped into Timothy's face with his claws out, but was quickly blocked off by Frou-Frou. He landed on the ground and Timothy quickly threw the bomb, not wanting to give him a fair time to recover. Thomas hissed again and attempted to run away, but it was too late. The chemicals already found their place in his body. The first stage, where he turned from feral into anthro was done quickly. Then the bulking started, Thomas ended smaller than Frou Frou and Gunner, but taller than all of the Alley Cats. His muscles became nice and plump, his jaw squared out and he was given a claw mark scar (more of a fur color than of a literal scar) across his eyes. Tons of tattoo arts appeared as well, on his arms, back and even his legs. His cock grew big and thick, slapping against his abs in a permanent hard stage, being held hard by a cock ring. His one nipple was pierced with a silver pin topped with a diamond. His hair shortened out, giving him a beautiful and almost bald head, but in return gave him a big Irish beard. He could also sense his thought pattern shift, no more nice daddy trying to keep peace. No, it was about him now, for he would claim what was his and he would use any means necessary to have it.

The smoke cleared and the new and improved Thomas stepped forward. He was greeted and cheered at by his band members, who gathered around to feel his body. While enjoying the hands from his comrades, some of his memories had changed as well.

The new Thomas was a former Irish mobster who moved to Paris to rest his last days. He found two male kittens at the river and took them under his wing with their names Toulouse and Berlioz respectively. He had enough money to life his days out and despite still being ready for a challenge, he had found rest.

"Ah yes I remember. My beautiful gang" He said, almost crushing the five in a group hug. "I think it's time for us to teach those two who's the boss." Thomas walked straight to the mansion door followed by his gang and Gunner and Frou Frou, who would be his bodyguards from that point. He grunted with his sight at the barricaded doors. He snapped his fingers in, signalling that it was easy for Gunner to just smash through the pile of broken furniture.

Thomas stepped in and looked around, everything was a gigantic mess. His ears rose and he walked to a door that would end him in the wine cellar downstairs. All corks were popped, Toulouse and Berlioz using serving plates to slide around the wine-filled floor.

Thomas cleared his throat to get their attention, but the two didn't seem disturbed, causing Thomas to growl. "OI, LISTEN UP YOU LITTLE LADS!" He said with his deep Irish voice.

The two looked up with a bit of surprise. "YE ARE GOING TO CLEAN ALL THE MESS THIS INSTANT AND YE MUST REPORT WITHIN 30 MINUTES BEFORE I TEAR YOU IN HALF!!!!!"

Toulouse grinned, but Timothy could see he was a bit scared. "B-b-back off old man! You can't tell us what to do!"

Peppo and Billy Boss appeared beside Thomas, who wrapped his arms around them and give each a deep, tongue kiss. "Indeed we can't, because you aren't high class enough to serve that honor. Should I ask again, but a bit less friendly this time?"

Behind the orange cat, Timothy slipped a bomb in his hand. Berlioz replied "Seriously, you're still not our boss. Just because you're big doesn't mean you have the right to dominate us."

Thomas burst out in laughter, causing the others to follow. "No wonder you and your brother are so naive, and that is when you are wrong here. Look at this my kittens." He threw the bomb in, but the two kittens didn't had time to react before the cellar was quickly filled with white smoke. The group at the door could hear growls turning deeper and bottles breaking.

After 3 minutes, sounds were silenced, the smoke cleared and the newest members showed up. Toulouse ended up the most muscular and just like Thomas, the blood of Irish ancestors pumped through his body, making him look like a close-to-perfect version smaller version of his master. However he also had a set of black earrings in his left ear and his beard was a bit more like Rest Cat's, but colored ginger. The blue bow was somehow found around his wrist instead of his bull sized neck.

Berlioz was taller than Toulouse, but his cock and his ass were the biggest among the rest of his new body. He packed a nice piece of black meat with an already dripping head, and the white fur on his front gave a beautiful outline to his abs. He grinned, grabbed his brother by the back of his head and start making out. Thomas's fellow gang members clapped and cheered for the two new brothers joining them.

"Alright guys" Thomas said "Let's now clean this stuff and redecorate a little bit."

2 hours later, the whole house was repaired, windows replaced, room refurnished and everything fit.

The group stood in the former wine cellar, which was now redesignated as a whiskey cellar. In the middle was a nice sitting space with couches and chair. The walls were packed with only the best whiskey to find in Paris. In one of the couches was sat by Thomas, by his side his two guard, while the Shamrock Cats (formerly named Alley Cats) were doing their thing. It was fancy enough for they still got their love for music and pleased the big Irish cat with a piece of classic.

The two twin cats were at his feet, kneeling in willing shame.

"I know anyone can have a difficult time during puberty" Thomas said, "but for our own sake I wish you two should listen to me and respect the things I worked hard for."

"Yes, father" The two said.

"So, I've decided which punishment should be fitting for you two." said the orange cat as he snapped his fingers, summoning Timothy to him with a case, containing two chastity belts, with one black and one orange. "I'm well aware of your affection for each other so I will be sure you two take this together. Put on."

This took some effort for the two to put the belt onto each other's cock. Toulouse got the black one and Berliouz the orange, but that was just a part of it. Thomas added "It's best decided for tomorrow that Frou Frou will take you on a daily training session to lose that energy of yours. Whenever and whatever he please. If you deny the punishment will not be so light, understood?"

The two nodded again and replied "Yes father"

"Good my little incestuous sons, I now ask for a good massage. And as for you Sir Timothy, I have something great in mind" said Thomas who ordered the two kittens to massage their father's feet. Timothy stood before Thomas, who picked up an empty Decanter glass. "Drink this" he exclaimed, having Frou-Frou pour the said glass with whiskey.

Timothy without hesitation took the glass and drank it in one go, feeling the burning in his throat. The orange cat nodded in response, then bore an evil smile.

"Eager, aren't we? I think I've found a good way to reward you. Kneel!"

Timothy kneeled in front of the gang leader. The music stopped and Frou-Frou, Billy Boss, Gunner, Peppo and Rest Cat approached their vulpine master with their cocks hard and throbbing and same evil grins. Shun Gon and Hit Cat decided to sit on a couch where they would rub each other's cocks while watching the next scene. "I want you to stay still and enjoy your shower. If you like surprises..." he placed a hand on his bulge. "I will add my own seed to it before you head off." He grinned in a friendly way. "I know big adventure awaits you."

Timothy tilt his head in confusion to Thomas's last line. "Huh? Oh wait, how do you--"

"I just sense it, like something magical came out from a cauldron of gold. Now get to work my beautiful gang."

And so it started. Each of the five jerked their cock to make their seed boil. Shun Gon and Hit Cat did the same thing to each other, still on the couch. Timothy could feel the heat building up in the room, that his dick also started to throb itself, causing Timothy to moan in pleasure. The five studs started to sweat after a couple if minutes, but they were focused on their mission: cumming.

Timothy could see how a couple of sweat drops running over Rest Cat's turtle shell, then disappearing between the groves. The same went for Frou-Frou's huge pecs while bumping up and down like a crazy pair of beach balls. Peppo watched his cock leaking precum as first, forming a puddle between his paws.

Timothy was first hit by a shot of precum on his cheeks thanks to Rest Cat grinning to him and saying "Enjoy my seed sir!" .Frou-Frou then gave the black cat a spontaneous butt smack.

Timothy took some of the seed and tasted it, just as great as cinnamon, followed by Billy Boss being the first to shoot off his load. He grunted as three shots hit Timothy in the back of his head. He could feel it running down his back.

Peppo and Rest Cat followed suit, painting the fox's hair and chest white. Timothy enjoyingly rubbed his paw through the seed, smearing it all out. It was like a hot shower, cleaning his body of all the effort from that day, but the big guns had to be taken yet. Frou -rou and Gunner took their places in front of Timothy, with arms wrapped around each other and pumping their cocks like crazy. It was a beautiful view, seeing those huge studs wanting to cum so badly just for him.

He spread his arm and closed his eyes, ready to take the cream reward, and he got it. Gunner was the first, his shot almost firing straight up so it would end in a little cum rain. It felt relaxing yet glorious to Timothy, like all his frustrations were washed away. He could feel it drip all over his face, but then it was Frou-Frou's turn, where he aimed his cock up, pulling Gunner close for a quick Frenchie before whiny when he fired.

"NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

While Gunner shot a calming rain, Frou Frou's cumshot was more like a waterfall falling down on Timothy, because he shot more than 7 times, in which the brown fox enjoyed a couple of seconds under the hot cumfall. It was fantastic, all that hot cum running over his everything. He could feel drops falling of his arms, running over his chest and abs. It was the best feeling ever. When he opened his eyes, he could see the five dripping cock lined up, briefly turning to Shun Gon and Hit Cat fucking each other on the same couch, then getting faced with his prize, the big rod of Thomas. It maybe wasn't as big as Frou Frou's, bit it was nevertheless thick and long for sure. This made the fox's dick leak precum.

Timothy crawled closer and took the head in his mouth, he could taste whisky, he didn't care because it was perfect. Thomas's ball sack was big as well, and close to his cock, which was big really heavy. Timothy weighted them in his paws while going to town on the rod. Damn that would a threat.

The other members got permission to lose, where it ended in Frou-Frou pushing Gunner's mouth around his thick cock. The dog took it all in the best he could. He felt the thick hands of the horse groping his ass, whispering what a threat is would be to plow it later.

The band cats (having dragged in Shun Gon and Hit Cat) ended in a nice suck off pentagon, in terms of sucking went from Shun Gon to Hit Cat then to Rest Cat to Peppo up to Billy Boss, closing it loop with sucking Shun Gon's dick as well.

It was a great experience for them, but a horrible thing to watch for the two kittens, likely they also wanted to join the fun. Nevertheless, Thomas summoned them to his side, while he enjoyed the fox's mouth still going up and doing, almost making him fucking the tight throat. "I hope you understand why I have to do this. But I won't wanna leave you out, present behind! NOW!" said Thomas who commanded his sons to part and show their asses. Berlioz had the biggest for sure, so Thomas decided to give him the grope-and-spank treatment while his tongue would try to loose him his smaller counterpart looking son. The two kittens quickly got moaning, with Berlioz begging his dad to spank him harder while Toulouse wanted the tongue to reach him even deeper. Thomas happily did just that, leaving a bright red hand print on a dark black booty. At the same time, he put in a huge amount of saliva inside the butt of his orange kin. Just seeing them made Thomas's cock grow to his full power, almost choking Timothy, who was in ecstasy.

Thomas's precum did taste like a sweet and strong liquid, but without alcohol. Timothy just needed to get it out, he wanted to taste the seed of life this awesome cat would give.

The room was filled with grunting sounds and sweaty, almost touchable, lust hoovered in the air. The thick Peppo was the first to get an uneasy moment, lucky Rest Cat felt it coming, so he stopped sucking. He gave Peppo's balls a quick tug to edge him, prompting Peppo to let go of Billy Boss's rod and look back, only to be greeted by the warm lips of Rest Cat, his beard lovely scratching his chin. Rest Cat pushed Peppo on the ground, gave his own butt a hard slap and lowered himself on the Italian bear sausage. He bit his lip, since it was still a thick piece to take in his brand new tight ass. He moaned in a howling way when he finally took the knot. Peppo put his hand on his chest. "Easy there, mio amore. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's alright" Rest Cat said with a look on his face. "I just want to feel you this close."

Billy Bob growled and pressed his cock against Rest Cat's face. "Hey, how about me? Are you gonna do something about this or do I have to force you?"

"Of course not, old friend" Rest Cat opened his mouth and took the aged meat. It was great, however the other meat he tasted now was great, this cock of the older male was special on it's own way. A deep flavor, not overpowering salty that was just as appealing as the one of Peppo. With his eyes closed, and after a couple of failed attempts, Rest Cat was able to find a speed in which he could both suck Billy Bob and fuck himself on Peppo's rod.

Despite not being wanted, Shun Gon and Hit Cat were nevertheless more into each other than their fellow bandmates, but decided to jack off at the latter three anyway.

In another part of the room, Frou-Frou and Gunner had discovered each other's love for rough sex. Frou-Frou smashed Gunner against a rack of whiskey bottles, his arms under his pits in what would be called the Bodyguard position, slamming his cock in and out. With his hot breath in against Gunner's neck, Frou-Frou used his legs to part the others. Gunner felt amazing being so controlled to the point he ended up powerless. The stallion's pecs were so big that they were just enough to keep Gunner locked in his place. The two were a perfect match in strength, body and personality. The thick black cock, speeding in and out, started leaking big amounts of precum, becoming kinda slippery on the floors, but the horse wouldn't mind. He pulled out, placed his hands on Gunner's head and forced him down.

"Down boy. Taste my black sausage." Gunner gagged a little as the stallion commanded. Gunner was of course a big guy but Frou-Frou was even bigger for sure, for his cock would make anyone gag. Still it was heaven once it passed. It felt like there wasn't even a description to make. Gunner felt his eyes almost stuck out, because that flesh stuffed him just so much it was like his whole head was about to be filled with cock. His brain thought nothing but cock, his eyes only saw that beautiful black piece of veiny meat. He wanted it, he needed it. He would be famished if he didn't taste it every day. He looked up, in the eyes of the stallion. At that moment, a connection was made. A magical connection in which they promise each other trust, pleasure and protection. Of course Thomas would be the highest boss, but their bound was equally as important. Frou-Frou took Gunner's hand, their fingers strangled in each other. It was like a dream, that he bent over, slamming his lips on those of Gunner, forcing his tongue inside. The kiss was surprisingly soft in comparison to the rough treatment a while ago.

The two studs kept kissing, while the horse's cock kept hitting Gunner's insides.

The three of Shamrock Cats were still tangled in their inhuman position, continuously watched over by Shun Gon and Hit Cat, but Peppo decided it was time for a little switch up. He gave a grin to Billy Boss, knowing what he was thinking. Within 3 seconds, the two took Rest Cat's legs, lifted him up and just pushed the two thick heavy rods in his ass. Rest Cat growled like a beast as he could feel his ass being split open. Peppo bit him in the ear, distracting him from ass-penetrating pain. He panted heavenly as the two cock his split him open without any care.

"Like this pain, slutty daddy?" Billy Boss asked, as he licked Rest Cat's neck. "We could give you a whole lot more, and I bet we aren't the only one. Damn, your hole is so tight, and that makes my cock very happy. YEAH, FUCK YOU!! Ah! It's so tight I can't hold myself, I will come, I will fill your fucking cat hole with my sticky cum!"

Peppo grinned and gave Billy Boss's nipples a sharp pulling. "I feel you my friend. I can't hold this wave any longer as well. Let's fill this kitten with our spice combination."

The two almost hugged Rest Cat to death between them when they also growled like beasts in heat. Rest Cat's eyes were turned away in bliss as he could feel the two heated waves fill him like a burrito or gyros. Funny thing it was the two shots of cum that felt totally different. Billy Boss's cum felt stickier while Peppo's cum was heating his insides like a chili sauce.

By the sight of this, the other didn't seem to have any resistance anymore. First of all Frou-Frou put his head in his neck while he could feel a cum shot with the power of a missile shot in Gunner's ass. The fused beast howled so loud a couple of nearby whiskey bottles broke by vibration.

Shun Gon and Hit Cat decided that jacking off while watching the scene was not enough, instead they joined it. Shun Gon went after Peppo's ass while Hit Cat hit on the Russian cat's butt. This also intensified Rest Cat's pain-in-the-ass pleasure.

At the same time, back at Thomas's gang throne, Berlioz and Toulouse also came, or at least they had the feeling they ever wanted, but their belt held them still. Instead, a big shiver went through their bodies, but the only who shot a seed was their older red cat father Thomas. He felt some instensified pleasure that he pulled Timothy's ears and pulled him further on his cock as he growled and released his thick seed. The fox was in heaven, the seed filled him up like a warm glass of whiskey after a heavy, rainy day. HE could feel his insides glow. And speaking about glowing, it turned out Thomas's seed had a bright orange color, reminiscent of a whiskey, so Timothy could sense it travel to his stomach and spread trough his body to warm him up all over it.

Thomas pulled his cock out, leaving Timothy with a hanging head, panting, while the last drops left in his hair. Big purring sounds then filled the room as all the feline hunks joined in an almost mass purring. Gunner pulled his horse close and started to groom his ears, as a way to show his affection.

Thomas licked his own seed out from Timothy's face, pulled by his hand and guided him to the shower. He ordered the others to clean the mess. In the bathroom, Thomas took care of the fox by washing him up, grooming his ears and making sure he was all clean and ready for his next adventure. "I guess I can't convince you to stay." he said, after slipping in a red, silk suit that made Timothy look very classy.

"As much as I wanted to stay here a little longer, sadly I have to go. I have more adventures to attend and my job is far from done, but I will stop by here every now and then. I'll also check on those two kittens whether they're in line or not. And, sorry for all the trouble I gave you."

"Trouble? What trouble? You've given me the best servants of all of Paris, in form of my friends and family. I will not waste this change."

"You won't need to, Thomas. Now--"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I still have a wife and my daughter in the opera house with the nice, elderly lady. Not to mention her butler."

"Are you planning to have only Duchess and Marie in your sex-loving, muscular family?"

"Yes, I never want to do anything to dishonor that elderly woman. While I was giving a water shower, I began to wonder what to do get to my girls without getting that human lady hurt or betrayed."

"Your mouse friend told me that the butler will recover for days, so likely Madame and your girls will remain in the hospital."

"Roquefort? Oh yes, I forgot. I sent him to find any holes for me to get in here. How were you able to find him?"

"While we were cleaning up your house, he was in the kitchen oven, overwhelmed by other debris. So I may have given him some boost."

*Flashback*

This dated to the now muscular mouse, as big as the original kitten in height and weight, had been fucking both Berlioz and Toulouse in the shadows in the middle of the orgy some minutes ago. Panting with his tongue dripping and bearing a mischievous grin over penetrating Berlioz's butt, the hornier Roquefort said "Yeah, take that you big black bitch! That's what you and your brother-turned-boyfriend get, for trying to fucking eat me, and for trapping me in the unescapable pile, you disrespectful brats! So what are you going to say to me?!"

"We're sorry, pipsqueak!" said the submissive black kitten

"Don't you call me 'pipsqueak', I'm older than you, and better I'm even stronger than you two!"

Toulouse replied "But we call you that because you're still small! Bu-bu-but given how tougher you are than you look, how about we call you, ummm, 'Hooligan'?"

"Hooligan, huh?" said the hunky mouse who stopped fucking Berlioz for a brief thought, "Yeah, that perfectly describes me! Thank you so much Toulouse, from now on you'll be spared, for 10 minutes!" Then 'Hooligan' continued fucking Berlioz.

"Aw man! I wanna get fucked again!"

"Too bad 'pipsqueak'! Your sibling boyfriend here is gonna have some more fucking time with Hooligan!"

One of Hooligan's thrusts somehow pushed Berlioz into his higher pleasure, yelling "OH! AAAHH! YES! FUCK ME HOOLIGAN!! That's the fucking spot! Fuck me again!"

*Flashback ends*

Timothy added "Frankly, I'm not into chastity stuff, especially in designing a belt, but I left some holes for any dominant dick to fuck without discomfort."

"No wonder my sons moaned so much. I must have been too busy feeding you my cock, I'll give you that. Even Roque--I mean Hooligan deserved some reward for all troubles they gave him."

"Yeah, I had a chat with Hooligan about Madame back then, and he gave me a suggestion. Madame herself has the will, saying that after days, her mansion and her fortune will be given to her cats. Edgar will continue to serve them, but will manage the affairs on their behalf. In other words, Madame won't be around here anytime soon, so Edgar will take over his maitresse's home and have you and your family under his care."

"Edgar? My owner's butler, right? Well, come to think of it, I'm sure he'll be the great addition to my beautiful gang as my Birman butler. Afterwards, I'll turn my wife and my daughter into my loving incestuous, muscular, tough lesbians, loyal to me! Now that's a good brainstorming, you've got me there too."

"Yeah, that sounds like we're getting ahead of ourselves Thomas. Perhaps tomorrow, you'll have some discussion with Hooligan. And again, I'll come back here sometime."

"Sure thing, my vulpine lad. Thank you for everything."

Timothy nodded, then gave a last tick to his top hat as he left the mansion.

Chapter 5: Back to the Past

He took his ray gun from under it and pointed it to create a way home.

Being returned he felt like something changed. Someone has been in his room. He could see a letter on his table, in a handwriting he recognized. He ripped it open with his nail, who got a lot sharper than when he started and read.

"Dear Timothy,

I hope you like your time in Paris. I want to compliment you on your strategy. I took the in hospitality to deliver this letter personal to your place.

Have fun in your next adventure,

The Librarian"

The word 'strategy' triggered something inside him. Realizing the fate he made for The Aristocats, he decided to check on Oliver and his hunky company, back on his office attire. There he went to Fagin's boat on his shorts to find nothing but debris and a single shipping container, making an impression that the boat was sunken by the broken pier taken from the previous chase on the two Dobermann. He later checked by Syke's warehouse, through the window he watched the transformed Fagin still fucking the also transformed Bill Sykes in the latter's office room, but no one else was around.

Timothy, initially confused at the current state, was confronted by Rita, a Saluki transformed into a masculine bodybuilder but with her pussy unchanged, as tall as Dodger. She sniffed around the fox and found an odor identical to one implanted onto smoke bombs against her comrades. The now livid Saluki grabbed Timothy by his hair on one hand and ranted to him on how quick she could in reaching Fagin's boat upon hearing an explosion, only to witness cargo shipment boxes falling onto it, destroying it in a process. Rita at first thought Sykes set that up to kill Fagin and her friends, went into the mob boss's warehouse in fury, but through the confused and panicky mobsters did she find Fagin raping Skyes and her friends enjoying each other. Overwhelmed with a mix of mistakenly grief-stricken anger and genuine horror, in addition to a room of smoke, transformed Rita into a giant right in front of everyone in the same room. Rita roared at the gangsters, prompting them to run out from the warehouse in fear, then at Fagin's gang, who stopped fucking each other and instead praised her, assigning her to be their only bodyguard, much to her irritation and dismay.

"Listen here you little twerp! You took everything from me, even my Dodger!" said Saluki, still angry at Timothy. "Now what brings you here?! I can end you right now if you're only here to watch my former master fuck Sykes!"

"Um, What about your friends?" said the shocked but controlled Timothy

"Right! My Dodger and his feline 'boyfriend' are taking over pet shops across Manhattan one by one, as if those lucky animals need love!"

"Well, you mean turn them into mean monsters as big and muscular as Dodger, and even you?"

"ME?! Now come to think of it, you've got a good point."

"Have you ever fucked someone else? Anyone in your gang?"

"No, of course not! No matter how I try to receive their attention, they're always busy sucking cocks and pounding asses. They're so self-absorbed with themselves and each other, that I can't even play with my pussy! It's still itching for sex!"

"Perhaps you'd like to try with me?"

Timothy's idea was met with scorn from Rita, but with her pussy still itching, she gave in with a sigh. "Fine, but if I'm not satisfied, you'll know what's next!"

Seeing the fox's crutch bulging, Rita torn his pants open, revealing a bigger bulge on his boxers. Although puzzled, she pulled down his boxers, revealing a very large dick, so thick and long enough to reach the bottom of his pecs, which astonished her with a blush on the thought that he was really good in hiding naughty stuff. She gazed at his dick close enough to start rubbing it, causing the fox to moan. Out of curiousity, she began to lick his dick and then suck it, which heightened his pleasure. She continued sucking his dick until he came, shooting 2 loads inside her mouth and then 3 more on her face.

Although disgusted with Timothy's seed onto her, she couldn't help but taste great, like it was a wierd but sweet combination of Timothy's mango milk, Robin Hood's ale, Gunner's gooey seed and Thomas's whiskey. After she licked away all of his ejected seed, Timothy became confident and ordered her to feed him her breast milk. The real hardy Rita really hated being told what to do, but she still couldn't resist Timothy's seed so she let him grope her breasts, which in aroused her enough to rub her own pussy.

As soon as Timothy suckled for Rita's milk, his desire for pleasure with her was heightened by her aggression-induced hormones inside her milk. With his eyes now angry, he tightened his grips on Rita's boobs, doubling her pleasure. He then felt an urge to fuck her pussy while playing with her boobs, so attempted to do so with his dick leaking precum, but Rita quickly noticed and pushed him off. Timothy however quickly recovered, revealing an angry face, growling and watering. Rita's breast milk was so bitter yet addictive that his adrenaline triggered and prioritized on continuous fucking the bitch who fed him. Rita attempted to call him out, but Timothy roared in rage, as he tore down the rest of his clothes and lunged at her, with his dick aiming for her pussy.

The angry fox's jump pushed Rita down and his dick went straight into her pussy. He started humping into her pussy and squeezing her boobs, intensifying both pain and pleasure. She attempted to stop him, but her milk had made him so aggressive and strong that his focus devolved down to just keep fucking her until he fully came.

Timothy roared again, this time having shot his seed into her pussy, but his orgasm quickly subsided, forcing him to be angry and horny again. As Rita kicked him away, he quickly jumped at her and started fucking her ass from behind, further heightening her lust. This second fucking Timothy was giving had severely subsided pain on a long run.

He came again, but wanting Rita to enjoy more sex, he roughly ordered her to drink her own milk. When she refused, he suckled her breast, then veins popped up around his muscles and his dick hardened and his seed overproduced. As he roared in response, he sucked the same milk and force fed her through his mouth. After being forced to swallow her own breast milk, she fell into the same kind of rage Timothy was having, with veins popping up in her muscles and her breasts overproducing and leaking her milk.

Rita and Timothy roared in rage, but Rita pinned the fox down so she could dominate him in a reverse cowboy position. They came after five minutes, but Rita wanted more sex, so she shoved her pussy onto the fox's face, forcing him to eat it. After a pleasurable minute of getting her pussy eaten, Rita shifted her focus on sucking his now-erect dick, still hungry for his sweet seed. Another five-minute session caused them to come. And so on for few hours until they became tired.

Back to their senses, they lay down next to each other. Timothy was the first to speak. "Hey Rita, sorry for getting things out of hand. All I ever want was to give an enjoyable--"

Rita interrupted "Don't apologize, fox. The way you fuck me matches my personality, I love it. Now don't get me started with how great your sweet seed is compared to my bitter breast milk. I have to admit, two opposite parts bind into one same body." She kissed him on a cheek.

"Yeah, could you have fed it to anyone in your gang?"

"Well, I haven't even tried my breast milk on myself. I guess my experience with you counts, but you're right. If I fed my Dodger in the same way I did you, things would be different if better for me." She then tongue-kissed him, who in return groped her boobs.

"This one feels better. Now, I'm not actually here to check on Fagin and Sykes. I'm here for something else. What time is it now?"

"Mr. Fox, I'm not a clock."

"Does Syke's office have one?"

Rita turned to the warehouse window and saw Fagin still fucking Sykes. Initially she would react with disgust and anger, but thanks to her recent encounter with Timothy it got her horny. She blushed and turned back to Timothy, and said "Only one way to find out."

The two came close to the window, only to find the clock hanging on the wall. Its hands suggested it was 3 o'clock but its second hand was stuck at 6, reading entirely as '3:30'.

Timothy turned to Rita, saying "Rita, since when Fagin and your gang turned to giants?"

"Three days ago, as far as I remember. Moreover about counts since my former human master started to fuck Bill Sykes. How well can you read that clock? I wanna learn that."

"It doesn't--I mean maybe another time, when I have no urgent things to do today. Speaking of which, have there been daytimes recently?"

"Yeah, duh. Why in New York would you say--Oh no, I remember. Actually none. For three days, nighttime has been fucking still. But I couldn't care more than being angry over you changing my friends for life, until now."

Timothy started thinking for some seconds and realized something. "Rita, can you take me to your master's boat?"

"I can't. I told you it's down underwater."

"I know, but I have a feeling there has to be a source for causing trouble around New York City."

"You mean my guys being in their current state?"

"No, but...actually worse. Besides continuous nighttime, I heard something that went off in Paris, just a few hours ago. If this source continues to remain unopposed, things will get worse worldwide in long term. If you want your guys back, I need you to take me to that sunken boat."

Rita again looked back to Fagin shoving his own dick into Sykes in the latter's office, before turning back to Timothy. "Very well, you owed me, now I will pay you back. And after what you've done to me, I'm sorry for not embracing this new change. Follow me, fox!"

Timothy positioned himself behind her back, prompting Rita to run many blocks away until they reached down to the piers stationing what was left of Fagin's houseboat. This time however, a black whirlpool was present, bringing nearby debris for a spin.

"Wait a second" said the confused Rita, "that black spinning thing wasn't there when I came down here few days ago."

"That must be a source!" Then the black whirlpool began to form into a black goo in form a giant octopus with a dog face.

"Does that sea creature have a face that resembles a dog?! What the fuck?!" Rita was perplexed by the octopus's growling face rather than intimidated by the creature as the whole.

As the black octopus roared and howled, Rita and Timothy put up their fists in defense. Despite its tentacles ready enough to grab its victims, the black octopus instead charged towards them. This made Rita tremble in fear but Timothy quickly unveil his ray gun and shoot the creature, causing it to roar in agony and then a gooey explosion around its death spot. For a ray gun made only for book trips, Timothy installed an additional offense mechanic that resembled an actual laser gun.

Rita wouldn't mind that kind of mess, as long as that black creature was gone. In fact it was, by having ink blots dissipate out of thin air, much to Rita and Timothy's shock. Rita turned to the fox with amazement, saying "Woah Mr. Fox, what kind of gun is that?! That's so wicked cool!"

"Thanks Rita" said Timothy who blew off the smoke from his ray gun, but the two began to notice immediate shifts of day and night until time slowed down to 2:00pm, much to Rita's shock and relief. "My best guess is time is back to normal."

"Because it is! Finally, some daytime as usual!"

"Yeah Rita. Listen, I hate to brush off at this moment, but I have bigger issues to deal with, if you let me."

"Sure thing" said the female Saluki as Timothy prepared his ray gun for his departure, "but wait, I haven't got to know your name."

"Oh right, how rude of me. My name is Timothy, and I may come back to see you and your gang again."

"You will?"

"If I'm available" Rita approached Timothy, then made out with him for few seconds, before allowing him to leave with ray gun.

As soon as Timothy had left, she heard a yell "Rita?!" from above. Rita ran up, only to find still giant Dodger and Oliver genuinely worried about her whereabouts. They ran into and hugged her, much to her confusion.

Epilogue:

Timothy returned back to his world, where he would lie down on his couch in his own penthouse. His height had so far outgrown the whole length of his 3-man couch, with his head lying on the armrest and his legs hanging past the other. Proud of what he had done and what he had become, he spread out his arms and legs to make room for his bulging muscles and his large, continuously erect cock. As much as he wanted to rest, he sensed something off. He went up and noticed the magical book glowing. After few seconds of thinking, out of concern, he picked up his cellphone for a call.

The call would surprisingly go to his friend Wilby Wallaby, who had just arrived in Austin by airplane. At the arrival gate, the wallaby flinched at the ringtone reminiscent of a early 2000s cellphone tune, only to pick up his flip phone and saw Timothy's name. Wilby answered "Oh good day Tim, how's your week?"

"I'm good, but I sense something is off. Where are you right now?"

"Austin, Texas. Off to do some business meeting."

"Austin? My gut feeling tells me otherwise."

"What do you mean, mate? Haha, it's none of yer business."

"I know, but it keeps telling me you're off to a danger zone. Come to think of it, for the last two years you keep getting nervous whenever I approach you. This time, you're not. Why have you been that way before?"

"Well, I'm gonna be blunt and honest with you, mate. I never want talk you down, but something's been up with yer body."

"You're uncomfortable with my big, muscular body?"

"No, I mean yes. Two years ago, you used to be lean and muscular on an average height. The next day, you ended up bigger. And since then, I've been worried about you."

"Wilbur, I get it. You've been investigating the black magical book for two years."

"What?! How the heck did you find out?!"

"Some nerdy skunk with freckles back in the library. He told me just last month about your doings. Look, I don't know what you're up to, but if you can just let me join you in Austin, we can come clean to each other and sort things out. You've been my big help in my math homeworks and my mentor before, so please, let me return you a favor."

Wilbur, now faced with guilt and uncertainty about Timothy, looked to his briefcase full of files related to the black magical book. He then looked to the digital chart of arrivals from certain airliners, one of them was San Francisco.

Meanwhile, Dodger and Oliver explained to Rita that they had been too busy mating with each other and few newly transformed pets at the docks when they noticed the sky having night shifted to day then to night then to day then to night then finally to day. Something hit in their head, and they remembered that Rita had been the missing piece that kept their gang together since they transformed. Rita then asked about their other comrades, in which Dodger assured that they would open up for her, but in the meantime, asked her to be patient.

Having also learned that Rita hadn't had any sex with anyone in a gang for three days, they offered their dicks to her, just as she deserved. She remained confused at this reunion but she immediately realized that besides their petty way in making amends with her, she feared that their offer would be less satisfying for three of them as the whole. So she offered a suckle from her boobs, in which Dodger and Oliver gladly complied. Some seconds of suckling Rita's bitter milk had turned the two into raging sex-hungry beasts, who thought nothing but fucking their new bitch Rita in blind rage. Rita followed suit with her own milk, so she could enjoy continuous rough sex with the two that would last for like five hours or more.