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Being a sheriff wasn't an easy job, nor a very rewarding one at times, though Mao Mao would attest that justice was its own reward even if he was the only one who thought so. A legendary warrior like himself was ever ready to tackle anything that came his way, no matter how dangerous or mundane it might be. Well, mostly, at least; even he had his limits.

But one of the roughest things that he regularly had to deal with was the ruler of the land - King Snugglemagne - as he never had an idea of what might be asked of him. Some days the task was as simple as closing any number of blinds around the castle, while others it was disposing of a monster that somehow snuck up on his feline ruler and subsequently raided the royal fridge. It felt a little bit like playing the lottery at times.

And this was one of those times as he trudged up to the castle's entrance alone, as requested by the king himself. What would await him this time? He certainly had several ideas of what meaningless busywork he'd be put up to, but he was open to being surprised.

Upon opening the doors he was greeted by the sight of the spacious throne room - big enough to house many of the kingdom's eccentric subjects, let alone be the space where their leader regularly hung out on his own. The walls were decorated with intricate stained-glass windows that illuminated every corner of the room with sunlight while silken-threaded curtains adorned with the royal family's crest sprawled down to the floor. A monument to excess, but hey, he wasn't about to complain to the guy that employed him.

And there against the far wall lay King Snugglemagne, draped over his elegantly crafted throne as he was wont to do. The lion was an expert in lazing about, moreso than Badgerclops - to his infinite surprise - but that was a privilege granted to the leader of these fair lands. This wasn't anything unusual to behold, however, he couldn't help but notice there being something off about his ruler, and he couldn't quite place what it was. Maybe it would hit him later.

"Ah, my good Mao Mao! So nice of you to join me here," Snugglemagne let out a foppish giggle, his foot bouncing in the air as the leg closest to his guest lay over the other one. "I do hope that the trek up here wasn't too burdensome for a man of your great stature."

"Of course not, my liege," Mao Mao bowed in respect to the king, his ears nearly touching the ground as he did, "a legendary warrior like myself would never be challenged in coming to the aid of my king. Also, I took my Aerocycle here."

Slyly side-eying the diminutive housecat, Snugglemagne grinned as he recognized how greatly the fearsome warrior regarded his call. "That's good to hear, I approve of your prompt nature." While he saw that the sheriff took everything that he said to heart, he also noticed that the cat never moved from his spot. "You may come closer, you know. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

"I'd rather you didn't," Mao Mao let out a slight chuckle at his ruler's peculiar sense of humour. Still, the knowledge that something was off about all this repeatedly prodded his train of thought. Eh, he'd identify what was bothering him soon - he was sure of that.

Snugglemagne nuzzled the back of his head into the armrest of his throne, his coral pink mane remaining neatly coiffed regardless of how much he messed it up. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here in the first place, yes?"

"Of course, your grace, I would genuinely love to find out." The more that Mao Mao scanned the area for a difference in the environment, the less confident he got in thinking he'd recognize what it was. Huh, he must really be off his game today.

"And I'd love to tell you! You see, I wanted to--" With a speed that he rarely exhibited, Snugglemagne's head whipped backwards - using the armrest as a pivot point - and glowered directly at his royal helper, who looked upside down to him. "QUINTON!" He barked at his bird servant. "A little privacy, if you please."

Mao Mao watched as the daintily dressed avian hurried out of the throne room, closing behind him the large wooden doors that led into the interior of the castle. He didn't want to be in that guy's position. "Okay, yes, go on."

"Well, you see, I--" Snugglemagne stopped himself mid sentence as an idea popped into his head - it would be far more efficient for him to present the surprise to his guest, rather than explain it in detail. "Oh, it'd be easiest just to show you myself."

That got Mao Mao's full attention, who let the lion do as he pleased. Slowly the other feline undraped himself off of the throne - an act that took far longer than anticipated due to the king's graceful nature and the fact that his leader was a rather large man. He watched with one eyebrow raised at this mysterious display, unsure of what to expect.

And then the king let one of his feet touch the ground, all the pieces suddenly falling into place. The thing that he couldn't pick out that had been bothering him the whole time just suddenly smacked him across the face - save for the crown and cape, the lion was entirely nude, and not upset by the fact that someone else was there to witness him. "Oh, um, your majesty forgive me, but, uh," he gulped, alarm bells ringing in his head as he greatly wondered if he'd walked into a trap and didn't see it at first, "you appear to be exposed right now."

The hero's concern for his state of undress had Snugglemagne let out a tasteful, if high-pitched, laugh, one that bounced his chest. "Why, of course! That's what happens when one removes their trousers, am I right?" As if demonstrating his remark, he now stood face-to-face with his sheriff, his magnificent endowment hanging between his rippling thighs as his pair of plump orbs touched each side of his inner leg.

"Uh, perhaps, but..." Seeing his king be this shameless put a deep, crimson blush on Mao Mao's face, nearly the shade of colour of his gloves, which he used to shield his view in order to give the lion some privacy. "I'm not exactly sure what's going on here, so I think I'm just gonna go."

Snugglemagne only smirked when he saw the bashful cat turn away from him, making up the distance by moving closer on his own. "Come now, Mao Mao, did you really think that I'd let you leave empty-handed? I asked you to come here upon my invitation, and I intend to uphold my word that nothing need concern you, yes."

Mao Mao felt frozen in place, wanting to leave posthaste but also not wanting to upset his employer. "My liege, you're..." He didn't have to see his leader stroll up to him to feel the other feline's towering presence. "You're being, erm... awfully forward right now."

"I take it you've never seen this side of me before. Believe me, sheriff," Snugglemagne used a finger to guide the warrior's face to meet his own, thoroughly enjoying the flustered demeanour of the smaller man, "you're in for a treat."

Mao Mao was in absolute panic mode as he tried his damndest not to view his king's royal package, though being eye-level with it didn't help in the slightest. "Alright, I officially don't follow what you're getting at here." Everything in his body told him to leave, and yet with the larger man physically touching him he knew that it was an impossibility.

"You still don't see it?" Snugglemagne bent down to view the befuddled housecat, enormously relishing in the overreaction to his simple invitation. "I'm rewarding you, of course!"

"What?!" Mao Mao felt his jaw drop to the floor. Not once did he think that _that_was what all of this was about. "Nope, you've totally lost me."

Snugglemagne sighed, a warm smile contorting the ends of his lips as he ruffled the cat's headfur. "Oh, you silly sheriff. You've been so diligent in taking care of the kingdom that I figured a little something special was in order for you. Did you not think you were due for some kind of compensation for all your hard work?"

While Mao Mao didn't want to acquiesce to this reward specifically, he had thought that all of his efforts were going a bit unappreciated as of late. Also he didn't want to lie to the king. "Actually I did kinda maybe think that once or twice, you know--"

"Then that's perfect!" Snugglemagne clasped his hands together beside his head. "I'm so glad you agree with me."

In spite of how much Mao Mao wanted to keep himself focused on what the cream-furred lion was saying, the fact that he stood at the perfect level to view the larger man's pectorals had him wishing for a taller vantage point in this scenario. He gulped as an errant observation left his mouth without his brain getting a chance to filter it. "You know, I only just realized how little you wear shirts." His lack of control led beads of sweat to drip down the sides of his face, his nervousness apparent.

That got Snugglemagne to narrow his eyes at the sheriff, an impish grin twisting his mouth as his plan was beginning to come to fruition. "It's for a good reason," he stated, cupping his firm pecs. "I can't be hiding this spectacular chest, now can I?"

If Mao Mao could've exploded from anxiety, he would've. Instead he stood stock still, eyes squarely focused on the king's mounds of chest meat, strangely unfazed by the intimate fashion of their affair. "I will admit, you do have a pretty rocking chest."

"And you, my good sir, have excellent taste," Snugglemagne purred. Witnessing the smaller cat calm down was exactly what he wanted to have happen if he were to move to the next stage of his gift, however he didn't think that the warrior was progressing quite fast enough. There might be something that he could do to speed things along. "Say, Mao Mao, what do you make of this?"

"What do I think of--" Mao Mao didn't get the chance to finish before he found his head yanked by the king's larger hands, pulled toward the muscular man into a kiss, the first that he'd gotten... ever! The stimulation received overwhelmed him at first, feeling extreme trepidation at such an act, but the longer that he stayed in it the more he became comfortable with it. In that moment he felt all of his anxiety melt away in the lion's grasp.

Snugglemagne, on the other hand, had quite the opposite reaction to the embrace. While he fancied himself a much better lover than a fighter, he could tell right away that the contrary was true for the housecat. He was the one who initiated all the right moves, being the one who did really anything to keep it going. It made for a weird experience that would need to be improved on. "Hmm, you're a bit more under-practiced than I anticipated."

"I, uh..." A rosy pink crept onto Mao Mao's face with no chance for him to hide it. "Heh, I actually haven't done that a whole lot." Too many emotions that he'd never felt before swirled up inside of him, forcing his lips to curl into a genuine smile.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head off, we can most certainly change that," Snugglemagne's convincing tone of voice clearly had an effect as he felt the shorter feline squirm a bit in his hands. And that's when another brilliant idea struck him. "Mister sheriff, I think I know something you'd be perfect for."

"Uh, what would that be?" Feeling his ruler take his gloved hands, Mao Mao waited with bated breath to see what would be done, his eyes eventually going wide when he felt them be placed on the lion's beefy chest. "Your majesty?!"

Snugglemagne let out one of his trademark giggles, thoroughly enjoying how much he could tease the warrior. "You've had your eyes on them the whole time, so I thought I'd let you handle them yourself. Are they everything you thought they'd be?"

"And more!" Mao Mao accidentally blurted out, but he'd grown far too engrossed with fondling the other feline's chest to notice. Another nervous gulp went down his throat as the reality of the situation only just caught up with him, but he was in far too deep to stop now. The only thing that he could do was keep going.

"Oh, you could cut the sexual tension in this room like banana bread," Snugglemagne cooed, equally enjoying the sheriff's attentive touch. "I take it you enjoy this, yes?"

Mao Mao couldn't tell if that was actually the case or if he felt a twinge of envy that all of this musculature wasn't his own, but yes, he really did like that he got the chance to do this. "Very much so."

"Good, I'm glad." With that, Snugglemagne gently pushed the housecat's hands away and stood back up, putting his crotch at eye-level with the hero again. It amused him a lot that the other cat immediately shielded his eyes out of respect for him.

"So, is that it then? Is that why you had me come here?" Mao Mao cringed as he averted his gaze, attempting to look back at the king's face but only getting an eyeful of his royal junk instead.

"Far from it, my dear Mao Mao. I've got far more tricks up my sleeves than anyone even knows," Snugglemagne stopped as he caught himself. "If I wore sleeves, that is." With the sheriff's attention hooked, his actual plan could finally come into play. It took quite a bit of effort, but the ball was squarely in his proverbial court. Now the real show could begin! "Ah, ah, eyes up here, Mao Mao!"

He watched as the housecat craned his neck as much as possible to avoid eye contact with his genitalia, a noble, if pointless, endeavour as that would assuredly come later anyway. With the smaller man's gaze entirely devoted to him, he raised his arm up into the air, loving how his guest followed along with it. He then flexed it as far as he could, impressing himself with how much muscle mass he'd put on recently, but also the housecat who could only dream of such a physique.

And that's when he hit the sheriff with his showstopper surprise - in a fraction of a second his already thick muscles twitched, almost like a spasm, before jumping up a few inches in size. Eventually he had to let it rest again as he couldn't keep the tension up for too long, but even then his arm had become visibly bigger than what it used to be, appearing to be nearly double the size that it was. The feeling of getting larger always thrilled him to his core every time that he did it, but the reaction from the housecat that he was fishing for had been achieved - pure amazement.

"Woah!" Mao Mao couldn't believe his eyes after witnessing the astonishing feat, needing to rub them to see if they were playing tricks on him. Scarily enough they weren't, which meant that he really did see the king grow in real time. Words barely left his mouth. "H-How did you do that?!"

Snugglemagne could only laugh at the cute way in which the flummoxed cat expressed himself. "Snugglemagne family secret - been passed down for generations," he said, pumping his arm into a flex again, watching the warrior's eyes widen once more. "Pretty impressive, right?"

It was almost as if Mao Mao's brain had short circuited upon hearing that, needing a second before it could process the world around him again. "Wait, wait, wait, that's possible?" His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he considered the possibilities of him being able to do the same thing. "You're able to do that?!"

"Every man in my bloodline can, yes," Snugglemagne used his raised hand to flip through his mane before letting both of them rest on his hips, showing off the stark difference between his two arms. "I take it by your rapt attention that you're enjoying the show, hmm?"

Mao Mao didn't feel the need to hide his approval for the act. "Yeah, I am very into this."

A predatory grin wormed its way across Snugglemagne's face. "I can tell," he said, casually pointing down to the other feline's lower half.

It took Mao Mao all of a few seconds to understand what his ruler was getting at, his eyes just about falling out of their sockets entirely when he saw just how hard his cathood had become at the lascivious display. "AH! I'M SORRY, YOUR MAJESTY!" His hands immediately shot to his crotch in an attempt to hide his indecency.

"Oh please, my dear sheriff, I'm overjoyed that you think so highly of your king! It gives me all the encouragement I need to," Snugglemagne twisted his torso slightly to show off his arm once more, flexing it directly in front of his sheriff's face for maximum teasing, "keep going."

Mao Mao's nostrils flared wide when he heard that. "Could you?"

"But of course! Anything for my dear sheriff." Taking that cue, Snugglemagne repeated his actions with his other arm, raising it above his head before flexing it, then forcing it to get bigger all in the blink of an eye. The amount of control that he had over his own body was sensational, and he loved the way that he kept the shorter feline enraptured with it.

"My liege, how come you've never even mentioned this before?" Mao Mao felt genuine shock that he was only experiencing such an incredible feat for only the first time.

"Why would I? It's not like any of those other ingrates in my kingdom deserve to attend a show as grand as this. No, my good kitty, this is a special gift all for you," Snugglemagne's libido began to pulse to life as the housecat continued to shower him with attention, and it made him ready to kick things up a notch. "Would you care to touch them?"

Being asked that caused Mao Mao's hands to rocket to his face, covering his mouth; that was exactly what he wanted he wanted to hear? "Can I?!"

"Please," Snugglemagne lowered his arms so that the shorter cat could better reach them, "be my guest."

Mao Mao's breathing just about stopped when he got the opportunity to view the bulging muscle masses up close. What the king had before seemed so out of reach for him, and yet here was something else entirely, a whole other league that none of the other civilized creatures in this valley could dare to match. He was beside himself in glee as he let his fingers roam along the lion's incredible bulk, feeling for himself how much they could flex first-hand.

Snugglemagne, meanwhile, had his sights directly focused on his guest's member, watching with elation at how it bounced and throbbed with every gentle caress from the housecat. "You know you can get closer, yes?"

"Closer?" Without warning, Mao Mao suddenly found himself face-to-face with the larger feline's bicep, his nose mashed into the neatly trimmed fur. It was certainly a better view of the engorged beef packed onto the king's arm, and he didn't stop himself from trying, and failing, to encircle it with both hands, elated when he discovered that he couldn't! Man, this whole experience was out of this world! Somehow he'd been traveling across the lands, and the most exciting thing to happen to him in a while was right under his nose the whole time.

At the sound of the sheriff's faint purring - which didn't happen often, if ever - Snugglemagne felt it appropriate to turn up the heat, flexing his arm and watching the hero squirm beside him. It wasn't as if he could blame the cat as even he would be enthralled by his own excellence!

It was at the point where he caught himself dragging his tongue along his ruler's magnificent physique that Mao Mao felt like he might've overstepped a boundary or two, sheepishly backing off with an impossible-to-cover blush highlighting his cheeks. "Uh, maybe you should just show me what else you can do."

Snugglemagne giggled at the bashful display that the warrior gave off, clashing completely with the rock-hard boner that jutted out from that slender pelvis. "Of course, whatever you desire," he purred, righting himself again.

He loomed over the tiny sheriff, his hands once again resting on his hips as he viewed the other feline's arousal surge from the erotic contact. But it gave him the perfect idea as to what he should grow next - since his guest seemed to like his chest so much, it'd make for an ideal place to continue.

His mind made up, he shifted his arms so that they stuck in closer to his sides, pushing both of his pectorals out at once. The way that the sheriff watched every single one of his movements in wide-eyed astonishment fueled his ego, widening his wry smirk even further. He could feel his chest tighten, his growth imminent.

"Pa-Pow!" He exclaimed, squeezing his arms in as far as they would go and making it look like he manually flexed both pectorals twice as big. Truth be told they were probably one of his favourite muscle groups to grow as they were some of the most obvious. He always reveled in how good they felt to hold in his own hands, but he especially loved how it felt to have someone else grope them. It'd been far to long since he experienced that pleasure.

From Mao Mao's perspective it looked like his leader's face became partially obscured as a result of that already huge chest getting even bigger. It stoked the fire of his arousal, his lower half starting to feel a pressure building inside of him indicating that his libido had been fully activated. He couldn't tear his eyes away even if he tried.

"Exquisite, I hope," Snugglemagne giggled, feeling his own enormous chest for himself. The sensation of his soft paws running along the rigid muscle mass felt like an orgasm in and of itself; it made sense given that 'him just more muscular' was his own biggest fantasy.

But of course, he wasn't done there. Utilizing his extensive knowledge of core exercises - mandatory for people like him who regularly forgo shirts - he tensed his midsection as much as he could, his deliciously taut abs now catching the housecat's attention. All it took from there was a simple flex, turning them into a veritable brick wall, the ridge around each firm abdominal all the more pronounced due to how much they protruded out.

And he wasn't finished just yet. With a grunt most unbefitting of a member of the royal family he punched his hands forward, his back now tensed as far it could go, only for it to flourish with his ruffling cape indicating that anything was happening. That wouldn't be the singular clue for long given that both of his traps and lats began to peek out further than they already did, adding to his dimensions in a matter of seconds. With a width and thickness bigger than most, if not all, residents of the valley, he truly was in a league of his own.

Mao Mao could only watch as his king grew monstrous in size, his nostrils flaring as his hands involuntarily migrated to his crotch, completely without him realizing. Not once did he think that he'd see something this spectacular in person, but now no one would believe him if he were to tell anyone about it. Not that he would, of course - this was his special reward!

Snugglemagne stopped when he noticed the other feline's cock be attended to, not anticipating the sheriff to get that antsy so soon. "Whoops, I see we're getting ahead of ourselves here! There'll be more than enough time to deal with that later, I assure you."

"Deal with what?" Mao Mao arched a brow, only to look down and see his gloved mitts manhandling his own endowment! "AH!" He nearly jumped out of his skin, immediately putting his paws behind his back and waited for the king's approval.

"You are too cute, do you know that?" Snugglemagne bent down to the cat's height with a playful grin on his mug, giving his guest a perfect view of his cleavage. "Let's say we move this party to your level, shall we?"

That had Mao Mao perplexed. "I... I don't know what that means."

"Then let me show you." Correcting his posture, Snugglemagne proudly pushed his lower half in front of the warrior's face, though he could already sense an issue given how much respect the smaller feline had for him. As he expected, the other man just started shielding his eyes. "Ah, ah, you're not allowed to look away from this one."

"But my liege--"

"Ugh..." Snugglemagne rolled his eyes. "Mao Mao," he sighed, walking up to the hero, "your hands. Gimme." With the housecat complying with his demand, he took the warrior's paws and placed them on his stiffening pole, forcing his guest to feel it throbbing to full mast. While he witnessed the biggest blush that his sheriff had produced thus far that day, he heard no protests. "There, are you over this now?"

Wide-eyed, Mao Mao flicked his gaze up to his ruler, his nerves on fire with both nervousness and tremendous excitement. He got to touch the king's royal sceptre - what an honour! "Uhhh, yeah, I think so."

"Great, because I have much more to do," Snugglemagne sighed, pulling back from the sheriff's embrace. "From the top!" His show back on track, he tensed his legs as he did with his upper body, displaying the shredded beef stuffed under his well-groomed pelt. He got far more into it than he anticipated himself to, going so far as to show off a few poses that he'd learned over the years, though he didn't care to admonish himself as he couldn't find a reason to shame perfection.

And then they popped, effortlessly doubling in size as his façade hadn't shaken during the process. In the span of a few microseconds he went from having sizeable legs comparable to anyone who worked outside for a living to bona fide tree trunks, thicker around than the shorter man's torso. While he greatly appreciated the top-heavy appearance that he just gave himself before this, it still felt nice to even his body out with more densely-packed beef.

"And now I've got something that I think you'll really enjoy," he cooed. Giving his bloated legs a quick rundown - which inadvertently got his shaft to dribble thin rivulets of precum down its length - he pivoted on the spot, flicking his cape to the ground and showing off his royal posterior to the incredibly horny sheriff. He knew for a fact that this would knock the little cat dead.

Indeed, Mao Mao grew increasingly spellbound by the erotic display that the coral-pink lion beefcake put on for him. He watched in total eagerness as his king ran both hands along each glorious ass cheek, showcasing how firm they were before tensing them as well. The knowledge that the larger feline took care of himself became obvious as each one of them dimpled as they flexed, indicating that the larger man spent a great deal of working his glutes out.

But, in a 'blink and you'll miss it' moment, each cheek bounced bigger than they used to be, flexed into mighty globes that could easily crush anything that got between them. Maybe that warranted a test later on...

The sheriff wasn't the only one enjoying the show as Snugglemagne himself relished in the embiggening of his rear end. It was tremendously difficult for him to stop fondling himself when he started, but he reminded himself that he was doing this for a reason and not just because he wanted to. "I bet you'd like to feel these for yourself, hmm?"

Tantalizing as the image in his head was, Mao Mao still didn't act until being told that he could. "May I?"

"In due time, my good sheriff. There's still one last thing I need to do first before I'm complete." One hand encircling his pulsing pillar Snugglemagne spun around on the balls of his heels, an enthusiastic grin adorning his face. If the hero enjoyed everything else that he'd shown thus far, then he'd lose his marbles over this.

It started out small at first, his pole trembling in the grasp of his fingers before the cockflesh throbbed. In an instant his index finger lost contact with his thumb, though they only grew farther apart with every passing second. More and more his lionhood grew, his other hand joining in to encompass it as well, though failing just as hard as the first. Not even the largest hands in the kingdom - his, naturally - would envelop his mighty cubmaker anymore.

And it wasn't like it'd only grown girthier either. While his rod used to ride up his taut abs to his bellybutton, it now shot well past that and slithered up underneath his rock-solid pectorals, tantalizingly close to slipping in between them. He was always the most well-endowed around, but this firmly cemented his place at the top.

In addition to his monolithic prick blossoming into something more, his juicy testes also benefitted from the growth. They dropped lower between his legs, fattening up as if out of thin air. More and more they ballooned bigger until they abruptly stopped, ending up as colossal kneeknockers positively full of lionbatter waiting to be unleashed when he wanted to. That wouldn't be long, of course.

To say that Mao Mao was stunned would be an understatement. Everything that had happened to him since entering the king's palace that day had been a blur, yet he could recall each and every lewd memory in perfect detail. Shit, this might've been the best reward that he could've ever asked for!

"And there we are!" Snugglemagne giggled, the noise contrasting with his overly masculine appearance. "What do you think? I hope you're impressed, yes."

"Yes, I am!" Mao Mao blurted out, his turgid pole drooling out a glob of pre.

"Wonderful!" Snugglemagne's face lit up in excitement. "You may examine me more thoroughly, if you wish."

Mao Mao didn't need to be told twice. "I wish, I wish!" In an instant he rushed to his king's side, his hands roaming around the lion's grotesque musculature and feeling how all of the different muscles rubbed against one another. What he wouldn't give to experience something like this himself! He could really stick it to his old man then.

In direct contradiction to his earlier demeanour, Snugglemagne's expression changed to that of utter mischief; it was time to enact phase two of his plan. "Tell me, sheriff, do you happen to enjoy the fragrance that I'm wearing?"

Feeling the larger man's hundreds of pounds of beef had Mao Mao in a bit of a self-imposed trance, but a quick shake of his head broke him out of it. "Oh, uh," he sniffed at the air, unsure of what to look for, until he discovered that the aroma wafting off of the other feline was incredibly intoxicating. "Hmm, yeah, that's actually pretty nice! What brand is that?"

"Oh, my dear Mao Mao, it's au naturel."

Mao Mao nervously chuckled. "I don't think I'm familiar with that brand."

Snugglemagne chuckled. "I'm saying that it's not some commercial product available for the _peasants_to get their grubby little mitts on," he lifted the hero's chin with a finger to look the housecat in the eye. "I make it myself," he purred.

"Oh, you make your own cologne? Huh, I feel like I learn something new about you every time we meet," Mao Mao - inept in seeing the subtext of people's words - missed what his king was getting at.

Snugglemagne's boulder shoulders slumped forward, an annoyed look on his face. "You're not understanding," he rubbed the side of his face. "Okay, perhaps you need a closer inspection to fully appreciate what I'm saying."

"A closer inspection? What do you--" Mao Mao didn't get to finish his words before he found himself hoisted off of the ground by the supernaturally strong lion. He had no clue what was to take place, becoming incredibly confused when he was situated on his ruler's member, his legs hanging over the sides. Being directly in front of the other feline's prodigious chest had him confused at first, but continued whiffs of that exhilarating scent had him slowly pushing his muzzle nearer and nearer to the slabs of beef until he wedged his face in between them.

Instantly he'd become inundated with the larger man's smell, his body riling up as it filled his nostrils. He let out a slight moan as he pushed in farther, his nose tickled by the pink fur that trailed down the lion's torso like a carpet. Being trapped in those sweaty mounds of muscle concentrated it, allowing it to grow stronger in conjunction with the man it came from. He was beside himself in delight, which made it all the more disappointing when he felt his head be pulled free.

"Well, aren't you insatiable!" Snugglemagne gingerly ran his finger down the housecat's snout. "I'm so happy you enjoy my scent! Though I will say that you ought to remove your attire should you wish to keep it."

"Take my clothes off? Why would I--woah!" He gasped. Somehow over the course of inhaling his leader's musk he'd grown bigger himself, not quite to the same degree but still noticeable. A tentative poke of his defined abdominals indicated that it was all real. "How did that happen? Did you do that?!"

Snugglemagne giggled at the warrior's bewilderment. "Oh my, yes, that was me. I was hoping that you'd notice sooner or later."

It was as if Mao Mao's entire world had been flipped on his head. For too long he'd been dismissed as lesser by his family for his diminutive stature and lack of fighting prowess - which, come on, he had that in spades - but now he could finally push back against that unfair narrative. This could be the start of a new chapter in his life, one where he got the respect that he so rightfully deserved this whole time! Still, a question floating to the front of his mind pulled him back to reality, his head whipping up to barely see the other feline's face thanks to so much pec meat in the way. "Your whole family can do that too?!"

The answer not particularly satisfying to him, Snugglemagne rubbed the back of his bull neck. "Actually, this only goes back to my great-great-grandfather. We've never been able to figure out where he learned it from."

"Huh," Mao Mao said. "But this is still awesome regardless! I genuinely appreciate you doing this for me, my liege."

"Oh, we're not done yet, my silly sheriff," Snugglemagne patted the top of the cat's head. "Come on, strip naked for me. I don't have all day."

"At one, your majesty!" Without needing to be told twice, Mao Mao violently shucked every piece of his wardrobe to the floor, the immaculate gold contrasting with his red fabric.

That put a devious smile on Snugglemagne's face. "Mmm, excellent. Well, what are you waiting for? Have at it!"

With an excited huff, Mao Mao shoved his face back in between the lion's pecs, inhaling yet more of the delectable aroma. He realized that he couldn't feel anything happen to him earlier because it was so slight, but this time he made sure to pay extra attention.

With every huff he felt his body spasm from sheer ecstasy rocketing through his small frame, a moan emanating from his mouth periodically. That translated to size being piled onto his form, a few pounds here or there at first, but eventually adding up to something noticeable. Each whuff of the king's heady scent caused him to tense his arms, which now had visible beef to flex. Oh, this was everything that he'd ever dreamed of!

But it didn't feel like he was growing fast enough. His burgeoning body called to him for extra help, enticing him to lash out at the forest of hair and unearth as much as he could. It did the trick as his rate of expansion increased, pulsing his physique bigger by magnitudes. In mere moments he went from being scrawny, yet capable, to looking comparable to someone who spent their entire life hauling heavy things around.

While he couldn't see anything, he could certainly feel the way that his own pecs brushed up against his ruler's tight midsection, his own flourishing treasure trail matching the lion's. His back, too, broadened the longer that he inhaled that heavenly ambrosia, its surface growing hilly with how his musculature thickened into peaks. He felt that he'd become quite the pintsized powerhouse, but his heart still craved more.

Mao Mao popped his head out from the king's sweaty pecs, gasping as his lungs inhaled fresh air for the first time in minutes. "My liege, this is fantastic! Had I known you could do this I would've come here much faster!" His throbbing cock oozed preseed along his leader's torso, also taking advantage of the growth pulsing through him as it doubled in size.

"Mmm, I can certainly feel how much you like this," Snugglemagne grinned wide as he pushed a finger against the other feline's length. "You know, there's more places to take in my scent if you care to explore."

"Show me!"

Snugglemagne laughed at the eager warrior. "Well, you've got the royal armpit, for starters," he said, raising his hand behind his head.

The introduction of a new place to inhale his king's musk had Mao Mao scrambling, clinging onto the burly lion with all the strength that he'd just gained. Somehow neither of them minded the fact that he simply hung from the larger feline's gigantic frame while shoving his face into the open pit, huffing as much of the scent as he could.

As quickly as his growth happened before, it quickened in pace now that he got right up-close and personal with a scent source. In seconds he felt his arms tense from the immense pleasure received as the heady aroma massaged his brain, flexion doubling their size until they appeared to be twice as thick as what his thighs used to be.

Speaking of which, his legs had absolutely blown up along with the rest of him. Dense, corded bands of muscle swelled his quads, pushing them beyond what Badgerclops possessed. Even his calves got in on the action as they swelled while still clasping to the other feline's enormity. He'd be able to get great mileage out of a bicycle now if he had one.

Nestled in the crook of his leader's winglike lat was his throbbing shaft, thickening ever so much with each breath that he took. More and more pre leaked from the head of his dick that matted the king's trimmed fur, though he doubted that the larger feline cared too much. His increased output was thanks to his fattening balls, engorging themselves with seed that spiked his arousal every time his sac bloated out bigger. He'd never felt so horny in his life, and his arousal only got stronger the more that he did.

Feeling the sheriff grow huge along his body put a lascivious expression on Snugglemagne's face, his mouth contorting into a bawdy smile as he bit his bottom lip. He couldn't believe how heavy the smaller feline had gotten, and he knew that the hero's voracious hunger for respect would have the cat seek out any means to grow. Oh yes, it was all coming together.

In the heat of his musk-drunk state, Mao Mao failed to feel that his grasp on his ruler's meaty shoulder had weakened, only noticing when his face felt the cool air present in the rest of the room. "Woah!" He slipped completely, though still managed to twist midair to let him land on all fours. His additional weight hadn't hindered his natural abilities in the slightest.

The sight of the beefcake sheriff on the ground in front of him got Snugglemagne's heart to flutter. "Oh my, Mao Mao, you certainly know how to put on a good show!"

Mao Mao shook his head after his fall, taking a second to collect his bearings. It was then that he actually got to observe his newfound muscle mass for the first time, enthralled with seeing that kind of bulk on his normally slender frame. His chest was an obvious standout as it'd entered his vision, putting a wry grin on his face as he felt himself up. "Woah, this is awesome! I feel ready to take on the whole world now! I can--" He stopped when he looked at his leader, realizing that he was still waist-height with the other man. "Oh, uh, apparently I didn't get any taller."

Snugglemagne pursed his lips. "Hmm, yes, I'm afraid that's not something we've been able to accomplish. I couldn't tell you if it's actually possible."

"Aw man, I wanted to get bigger than Badgerclops." Mao Mao slunk forward.

That elicited a chortle out of Snugglemagne as he regarded the feline fireplug. "Are you sure that you're not already?"

Mao Mao didn't quite catch what the king was saying, but a quick glance at his arms indicated that, maybe, he put on quite a bit more beef than he realized. "Okay, you may have a point here," he said, baring a toothy grin as he felt up a flexing bicep.

Yeah, he was a total stud now! Before it seemed like any muscle mass on his body was practically invisible, but now there'd be no question about it. He stood there, hard as a rock as he felt up his own immensity, pleased with the results of his impromptu worship session.

A chest that he barely noticed before would now be the first thing that entered a room, swollen with enough heft that he needed more than two hands just to cover one pectoral. It took him a couple of seconds to figure out how to flex them, but once he did he saw how they appeared like they got bigger with a simple flex, effortlessly able to crush most things that he would come across. Hey, it gave him an idea of how to deal with his team's growing soda can collection!

And those arms of his deserved praise too as he might now be able to move improperly parked cars himself just by lifting them. The way that each muscle on his limbs reacted to his movements mesmerized him, not understanding how it all worked until now. Hell yeah, he was already strong before, but this just put him on a whole other level. He bet that he could beat his dad in a fight now, power armour and everything! Probably.

While he couldn't see it, he could feel that his back was a monstrous landscape of muscle, comparable to the finest of sculptures carved by only the most expert craftsman around. Each one of the ridges between his mounds of bulk indicated how little room each one had, nearly touching each other just standing there normally. Heh, he'd leave quite the divot in the sofa now.

Oh, that wasn't something that he paid attention to... ever. Like the rest of him, his ass had ballooned up as well, packed with bulk as the muscle fibres had torn and repaired themselves to the point of becoming heavy balls of beef that forced his hands to contour around them when flexed. The sensation alone titillated his soul, a feeling that he didn't know could come from his own body.

"I think you're forgetting something rather important, sheriff," Snugglemagne pointed out as he bent down, catching the housecat's gaze. He didn't even give the shortstack feline a chance to figure it out, gently caressing the other man's schlong with a single finger. With phase two complete, there was just one left to go. He was so close!

Mao Mao couldn't string together a sentence thanks to the overwhelming amount of pleasure that his king stroking his cock produced. It forced him to scrunch one eye close as he tried not to moan too loudly, though feeling the lion back up gave him the composure that he needed in the moment. "Your majesty, I don't think I can thank you enough for all this! If there's anything I can do to repay you for this, please let me know."

Snugglemagne had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. "Actually, there _is_one thing that I'd like to ask of you now."

"Of course, anything you want me to do, I'll do!"

With the invitation received, Snugglemagne inched forward until his tremendous chest barely brushed against the warrior's. "I want you to fuck me," he said in a breathy whisper.

Mao Mao's eyes went wide as dinner plates, his brain nearly short circuiting. "Say what now?"

"Fornication, my good sheriff," Snugglemagne let out a foppish laugh at the housecat's timid reaction. "You see, we Snugglemagnes are masters of the erotic arts, as is illustrated on various tapestries around the castle."

"Wait what?" Mao Mao quirked a brow. "I haven't seen any tapestries like that around here."

Snugglemagne frowned. "Hmm, I must not have shown you them. I assure you, they do exist," he cleared his throat. "Nevertheless, it is the sworn duty of the family to relieve the tensions of whomever we grow, which, of course, includes you, my dear Mao Mao."

The idea that his king came from a long line of sex experts floored Mao Mao, who barely processed any of what had been told to him. "Okay seriously, every time we meet you hit me with something completely brand new to me," he rubbed his eyes, an act that he noticed was a tad more difficult thanks to his swollen beef. "Can't you just hand me an itemized list of your family's history or something so that I'm not caught off-guard all the time?"

"And ruin any potential surprises? I think not!" Snugglemagne booped the hero's nose, grinning when he watched it twitch. "Did you really want this spoiled for you? You seemed to really enjoy my astonishing gift; your eyes don't normally twinkle with excitement quite this much."

Mao Mao felt another blush come on. "Oh, uh, well..." His stammering was unbecoming of a man his size. "Um, shouldn't... this be the other way around? I just thought, you know, royalty like to be the ones on top and--"

"No, no, no!" Snugglemagne clasped the other man's hands between his own large paws. "Mao Mao, please, no two kings are the same. This is what I'd like from you, and I know you won't let me down!"

Mao Mao gulped, his nerves getting the better of him. "Your majesty, this is all so generous, but I don't know if--"

"You know, if this is too much for you to handle, I can just go ahead and take the lead." With a grace that he was known for, Snugglemagne grabbed the warrior's tiny paw with his own, his tail whipping behind him in excitement. "Believe me, I don't mind."

Before Mao Mao got the chance to say anything he felt himself be gently pushed back, first with him landing on his knees, then onto his muscly rear end, and finally onto his relatively wide back. While he'd not been in a situation as compromising as this before, his arousal indicated how much he wanted to happen given the sheer quantity of preseed that his cock belched forth. The lion's advances left him a swirling mess of emotions.

"Oh my, you certainly are a productive man, aren't you Mao Mao?" With an enthusiastic grin, Snugglemagne lightly gripped the other feline's pole and stroked it, getting his fingers well-lubricated before bringing them over to his quivering hole. The anticipation of getting stuffed had his knees weak, and his digits didn't quite provide the adequate amount of stimulation that he knew that the jacked cat's rod would. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop a goofy grin from taking over his face as he fingered his pucker in order to ensure that taking the fireplug's shaft was effortless.

Mao Mao could only lay there and watch the king pleasure himself, though it was a bit difficult given how his chest obstructed his view even more while on his back. Then he watched the larger feline amble up to him, a rather predatory look in his eye. He gulped, both anxious at the proficiency that his ruler possessed and fervent in nailing a man this prestigious in title.

"Alright, you just lay back and let me handle this, hmm?" With that, he lined his asshole up with the hero's girthy tool, his tail wrapped as much as it can be around his thick torso, and slowly lowered himself down until his winking pucker met hot flesh. He hissed, the pleasure already coursing through his system as he felt his delicate ring of muscle widen to accept what the housecat had to offer. A satisfied moan left his mouth - he definitely made the right call in having the sheriff receive his blessing!

While struggling to fully view what was happening beyond his heaving black-furred pectorals, Mao Mao could feel every last ounce of stimulation hammering into his body by the experienced lion riding his hog. This was intense! He finally felt like he was that much closer to being a true legendary hero, not just because of his incredibly sexy physique, but also because he had the leader of the kingdom willingly want to be fucked by him. If he wasn't so inundated with euphoric bliss messing with his brain, he might've felt comfortable enough taking the reins.

Snugglemagne, too, felt his body convulse with ecstasy as the sheriff's salami stretched him out more than any of his toys did; they stopped being all that exciting anyway ever since he managed to crush the most impactful one with his developed anal muscles. The real thing was far better as the diamond-hard flesh lubricated itself with every bounce and still pressed the right buttons. Yes, he'd absolutely make sure that this happened regularly.

Pleasure radiating throughout his entire overmuscular form, he bent forward, letting his hands roam across the hero's engorged frame. His fingers traced along the cat's musculature, pleased with his handiwork, though wishing that more could've been added. Oh, now that could be a fun idea!

Mao Mao grunted every time that the larger feline slammed those dimpled glutes into his crotch, the sensation shooting bolts of pleasure with every bounce. It was times like this that he wished that he wasn't so sexually inexperienced. Still, his body seemed to know what he wanted as it acted on its own, slightly bucking his hips upwards in sync with his king's movements. It wasn't much, but he was beginning to feel more comfortable with this now.

The additional stimulation coming from the warrior got Snugglemagne to moan rather whorishly, though he never cared when it happened. "Oh, that's it! Now you're _really_feeling it!" He gave the sheriff's cock a squeeze of approval, clenching down on that thick tool with aplomb as he relished in how much it wriggled inside his anal cavity.

Feeling added resistance got Mao Mao to gasp, not used to the intense levels of arousal given off by such an act. He had to hand it to his king, the gargantuan feline was legendary in his own right! He felt overwhelmed by how much better his leader was at this, but a hero like him wasn't about to back down from anything, even things that weren't necessarily fights. Without him thinking about it, his hands slid along the lion's rippling legs, gripping as much of them as his small mitts could.

That was the moment that Snugglemagne was waiting for - his expertise in fucking got the beefcake housecat into a position of taking the lead. And while this was excellent in its own right, he knew that it could be so much better. His cock dribbled more precum as a brilliant idea crossed the threshold of his mind. "Oh Mao Mao, I've got something for you that I think you'll really love!" He said in a singsong manner, though grunting from the warrior thrusting into him.

"Yeah?" Mao Mao snorted, his breathing laboured from being this overbearingly horny. "What do--" Before he could finish he found his king's pectorals once more shoved onto his face, the burly feline's cock sandwiched between their rocking bodies. Stimulation from both ends of his sumptuous form got his throbbing pillar to spurt out a dob of pre, his arousal skyrocketing.

He took no time in diving between those massive slabs of beef, his tongue lashing through the thick pink fur and unearthing all the masculine musk that he could. Every potent whiff that he huffed only enticed him further, becoming voracious as his sexual appetite catapulted through the roof. His arousal even got him to snarl a bit - something that he only reserved for combat - though his lack of experience in sex put his body in a fighting spirit as it wasn't used to how this all felt. He clearly needed to do this more often.

Every time that he inhaled his ruler's heavenly aroma put another couple pounds all around his swollen frame, though having it happen all at once added up quickly and escalated his weight several times what it used to be, moving comfortably into triple digits. He grew ravenous in his hunger for size, craving growth at every moment as more of it piled onto him. Man, he hoped this never stopped!

He didn't notice it, but his vantage point actually rose thanks to his back surging larger, each of his muscles starting to fight for space due to the limited amount of room on his short frame. Widening his shoulders helped a bit, though it wasn't much given how much thickness his body put on. He'd become absolutely insatiable in his quest for more bulk that his form could barely accommodate additional mass.

Snugglemagne, meanwhile, also reaped the benefits of the housecat growing as the leviathan shaft inside of his ass plugged his inner walls ever so much better as it burgeoned into an obelisk that he knew that the sheriff would really be proud of. Not to mention that those balls supplying the hero with unimaginable amounts of testosterone fattening in accordance, feeling them brush and then push up against his densely muscled ass. Oh, it was all so much to handle, and he wanted more!

The sensation of the growing feline's arms bloating against his own brawny limbs got his own length to spurt out another glob of preseed, edging him closer to release. The proportions that the hero now sported - they were obscene! But also exactly what he wanted to see on the cat. Yes, he wanted a man to fuck him senseless, and the only way that he could do that in this dreary valley was if he intervened and helped someone out himself. It was only a matter of choosing the right target, and he knew for a fact that he chose correctly.

Feeling how much he impaled his king threw Mao Mao's libido into overdrive, plunging his tumescent kitmaker repeatedly up the lion's chute. His need to cum grew larger as he jackhammered into the other feline, gripping onto his leader's mountainous back as support for his fucking. He slammed his crotch into that loosened tailhole, his plump orbs slapping against the taller man's thick ass cheeks. His mind became one-track with his urges.

The way that his quivering pucker got pummeled by his guest loosened Snugglemagne's grip on the housecat, his pecs slipping from the hero's face and letting the other man breathe something besides his intoxicating scent. That didn't matter to him as he simply couldn't get over the warrior's staggering proportions. From the way the sheriff's traps met the base of those long ears to the cock in his anal canal that would likely jut up past those black-furred pecs, he'd definitely made a man of the formerly thin warrior.

But that came with a price as having so much more fuckmeat inside of him meant that it flattened his prostate harder and more frequently, reducing his bulging limbs to jelly as pleasure engulfed his body. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as a dopey smile spread across his face, his hands gripping onto his cheeks as the cat pistoned in and out of his hungry hole. He'd have to applaud himself later when he wasn't so incapacitated.

Mao Mao speared the lion's asshole with reckless abandon, almost as if he was drilling for oil with his veiny prick. His flesh slick with his juices, it slid effortlessly into the other man's cavity as he pounded away. Release was so close that he could practically taste it! He became rapacious with his overzealous craving to empty his balls, railing his ruler until _finally_his thrusting began to slow down. His breathing grew heavy as his hips pumped one last time, his pendulous orbs pulling up to his crotch and unleashing his pent-up load.

Thick, creamy catbatter shot into the awaiting lion by the bucketload, his pelvis flush with his king's globular ass cheeks so as to not let anything escape. His eyes screwed shut as an immense amount of ecstatic bliss walloped his brain and forced anything else besides screwing his leader away for the time being.

Having his bowels flooded with rope after sticky rope of spunk threw Snugglemagne over the edge, his fingers twitching and bottom lip bitten as his taint throbbed, the overbearing pressure in his prostate causing his own climax to happen. His engorged cum tanks burst his dam wide open, unleashing a copious volume of his own viscous seed all over his behemothian guest. Not that it bothered either of them as he barely got any of his jizz on his luxurious hide, and the swole sheriff was far too lost in his orgasm to care. It was a win-win in his books!

Unf, feeling the fireplug's massive chest press against his was exactly the ticket that he needed to relieve his pent-up frustrations. He certainly modeled the hero in the image of men that his family loved to fool around with. While he might not look like it, he certainly took after the other men in his bloodline, and he knew for a fact that he'd have made them all proud with his exceptional handiwork that day.

The way in which their writhing bodies massaged his throbbing rod forced his orbs to drain faster than when he fucked himself with any dildo in his collection. Too long had he waited for a day like this! The housecat was certainly forceful in the way he got manhandled, but he could tell that his guest's actions grew more deliberate the longer that time ticked away. Next time would certainly be interesting, indeed.

Mao Mao felt his grotesque musculature melt from the inundating euphoria rocketing through his nerves. Getting bigger made his body more sensitive to stimulation which the lion didn't hesitate in manipulating, especially with how his shaft was mercilessly clamped down on. His king was ruthless in his efficiency in making him cum, yet that didn't faze him at all.

The way that the taller feline's bulging musculature felt in his mitts was orgasmic in and of itself, his hands having involuntarily migrated to his ruler's protruding pectorals and feeling those rock-hard boulders. To think that a usually genteel figure as the lion could have such a sexually ravenous side floored him, but the knowledge turned him on even more. He hoped that this was the first of many times with the pink-furred beefcake.

Snugglemagne eventually felt the flow in his ass peter out after what felt like hours having gone by, leaving him to catch himself with his hands as he fell backwards. He moaned under his breath as he felt the full size of the cat's cock still plunged deep into his inner walls. The day was a roaring success. "My, my, you're quite the fast learner, my good sheriff. I didn't think you had it in you to take me so insistently!"

"Heh," Mao Mao wheezed through panting breaths, his swollen chest heaving as he shucked all of his ruler's seed off of his face, "a warrior needs to hone a number of skills to truly call themselves legendary. This just wasn't one I'd expected to pick up so quickly."

"Well, I'm glad that you did. You make a most excellent partner, if I do say so myself!" Snugglemagne giggled, using the leverage that his hands provided to gently ease himself off the housecat's flagging pillar. "And I also must say that you wear that size well. You might just swipe the 'Most Attractive Man' award from right under my nose if I'm not careful."

Hearing that got Mao Mao to give off a genuine smile. "I really do look good, don't I?" His arms were weaker than he expected them to be, though he still managed to slowly push himself into sitting upright, his eyes bugging out when he finally got a good look at his even-larger form. A laugh rumbled in his throat, booming across the throne room as he grasped a mighty pectoral, unable to even dent the flesh thanks to the densely-packed muscle mass stuffed under his pelt. Wow, even the king would struggle groping one of them with both hands!

And goddamn, was he even hung! Even while soft he could tell that he'd grown magnitudes beyond where he used to be. Never before did his own length make it to his knees, let alone go past them. Not to say that it was the only thing in the region of note as his fat testosterone factories seemed like they would some of the monsters that he fought a run for their money.

"Man, I'm a stud!" He smirked, proud of the size that his leader gave him. An errant glance at the ground showed him where he flung his clothing, remembering that he should really gear up if he needed to work later that day. His mind went on autopilot as he started putting everything back on, only to freeze when something felt off. "Hold on..." He grunted, failing to get either his sash or leg protectors on. "Uh..." Not even his cape fit anymore, his titanic traps too tremendous in their intensity! "Uh oh!"

Snugglemagne flicked his gaze over to the struggling cat, an impish grin twisting the corners of his mouth. "Something wrong, my dear Mao Mao?"

Another few moments of Mao Mao's frustration mounting had passed before the dawning realization hit him. "Wait, none of my clothing fits me anymore," his face went pale. He looked up at the taller feline as his lips pursed in concern. "Uh, my liege, could you maybe possibly shrink me down a bit so that I'm not indecent? It's kinda against the law and, you know, I'm the sheriff and all, and--"

"I'm afraid there's no take-backsies here. Once the deed is done you'll have to get smaller the good old-fashioned way." Unlike the warrior, Snugglemagne had no issues returning to his regular size. His inconceivable physique had been demoted to merely impressive, though still a formidable sight to behold given his towering height. Just about the only evidence remaining of the felines' fit of passion was the cat's cum dripping from his gaping tailhole, though he paid it no mind as he had staff to take care of the mess. "Terribly sorry for the confusion, but I could've sworn I mentioned it earlier."

"But I... and you..." Seeing the way that his king effortlessly reduced his musculature had Mao Mao's brain short circuiting in disbelief. "You--we--you can't just--" Were he able to, steam would've whistled from his ears; it would've paired nicely with the angry twitching that uncontrollably took over his body. "How are you able to shrink yourself down when you can't do the same for me?!"

"I'm a Snugglemagne, remember? We're all full of secrets." Snugglemagne shot the fuming sheriff a sly wink. "Anywho, I'm incredibly busy at the moment. So many people to attend to and problems to listen to."

Mao Mao didn't even have to look around to know that that was a lie. "But there's no one else here!"

"Yes, well, my schedule's entirely booked solid. That's life as the king, I'm sure you understand," Snugglemagne wandered over to the looming doors that led to the interior of his castle, intending to take a long, luxurious bath after such a hot bout of lovemaking. "Ta ta, sheriff; until we meet again!"

"Hey!" Mao Mao barked, his tensing muscles doubling in size from involuntary flexion. "You can't just walk away from someone who busted a nut in your ass!"

Snugglemagne purred as his lower half disappeared behind a door. "And what a fat nut it was! But..." He giggled. "Yes I can. Toodles!" With that, he waved at the overmuscled shortstack before slamming the door behind him.

Seeing his king unceremoniously leave him sweaty and coated in cum left Mao Mao's soul ablaze with fury. "WHAT?!" It only just hit him that this whole thing had nothing to do with him specifically and moreso that the king wanted fun with someone who could really bend him over. Were everything in the throne room not worth more than his life was, he'd have gone on the warpath over being used like a cheap escort.

But he knew that he was better than that. Taking a deep breath, Mao Mao calmed himself down as much as he could, though still riled up due to a multitude of factors. While the foppish lion did objectify him in ways that he'd never felt before, the other feline also blessed him with a body befitting of a genuinely legendary hero. The battling of his emotions left him both annoyed and confused as what to actually feel.

At the very least he could be proud of a body like his. He grinned when he took another look at himself, certain that he'd get the respect that he so rightly deserved from the people around him, especially his ungrateful family! They'd be so amazed at how impossible physique that they'd have no other choice but to tell him how sorry that they all were. Yup, just as soon as he got back home he'd--

Oh, how was he getting out of here? He'd only just realized that he flew here on his Aerocycle, but a shiver of fear made him reconsider given that he likely weighed more than its intended weight limit now. He could traverse through the town, but that option didn't sit well with him either regardless of how much he'd love to show off his gorgeous body. This would take him some time to think about.

It was either that he risked his vehicle's potential destruction, or he took the walk of shame through the valley where all the other residents would see him and his new enormity, which was awesome on one hand, but also a disaster on the other given how impressionable the lot of them were, and he didn't exactly want any copycats popping up under his watch.

With a grimace, he made his decision - he hoped that his Aerocycle could hold his colossal weight now.