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"I can't believe you got us reservations at a place like this." The moment Ari walked through the doorway to the restaurant he'd been transfixed at all the decadence on display. Not once in his life had he been to a place that exclusive, one where the waitlist was almost a year long. Even seated at the table his eyes couldn't stop darting around, gawking at everything from crystal chandeliers that must've cost a small fortune, to the silken curtains that hung in front of arched windows, to the ornate decorative carvings in the wooden beams running across the ceiling, all of which was immaculately maintained for a building supposedly hundreds of years old. It was like walking into a fairytale.

Oil paintings of important historical figures lined the walls. He could see that some of them were done by some well-known painters from their respective times and wondered how they managed to get such high-quality replicas, though upon further thought he wagered they could be originals; the people who owned this place might actually be well-off enough to afford all of that.

"It's been three years of us being together. I thought it warranted something nice." Stephen smiled at the Hispanic man across from him. In spite of over a decade of age difference between them, the two managed to hit it off almost instantly after first meeting at a bar downtown. Many interests were shared between them to the point that he jokingly thought they might've been the same person born in two different time periods. Having his boyfriend in his life made his middle age that much more bearable.

"You certainly delivered!" While still awestruck by the establishment itself Ari's gaze eventually returned to the menu in his hands, his lips pursing when he noticed the cost of everything. "Hmm, these seem a bit expensive for a single meal, but I guess that's the price you pay for quality."

Stephen's Asian features smiled at his boyfriend's naivety. "Hon, that's just for one course. There's more on the back."

Ari's eyes nearly fell out of his skull. He flipped the menu over and felt embarrassment wash over him, only to settle when he saw the reassuring grin of the man opposite him. "Can you tell I don't normally go to places like this?" He laughed.

Their server popped by shortly after to take their order, also asking if they'd selected any wine to pair with their meals. The thought had slipped the both of them entirely, which prompted them to tell the server to surprise them.

The staff at the restaurant were exceptional at their job; they had to be in order to even apply there. Every dish that left the kitchen had certain wines that they worked best with, and those handling the plates knew their selection off by heart. Their waiter immediately knew what drink would pair well with both meals and grabbed it from the fridge.

He should've been a bit more thorough, however.

Upon a quick glance, there'd be no way for the server to discern a difference between what he brought out and what was thought to have been grabbed as many things - including the label and the colour of the bottle - looked the same. It was only on a closer inspection that the similarities ended, especially with the name of the vineyard that made the product. They were a new business making a name for themselves with their unique wine varieties, fermented from grapes imbued with a magical essence that those of an anthropomorphic nature wouldn't take notice of.

But if a human were to drink it? The properties of the wine contained supernatural elements that reacted exclusively with the DNA of humans. Anthros remained unaffected by the alcohol, with the only change being to their sobriety. The effects weren't well-known or documented; the restaurant certainly had no way of knowing, especially since both the staff and regular clientele were of the non-human persuasion.

That made Ari and Stephen the only humans to ever come into contact with the bottle with no one being the wiser.

But no complaints came from their table. In fact, the only things they relayed back to the waiter were praises for the exceptional quality of their food, as well as the amazing wine neither of them had ever gotten the chance to sample before. It made the night truly magical.

Ari was over the moon at how incredible the date had been, even going so far as to clear his plate of any remaining crumbs. "I don't think I'll ever eat another meal as good as this in my life."

"So you're saying I need to step up my cooking game then?" Stephen smirked.

"If you could replicate this experience, I will gladly do the dishes without complaint."

"Wonder if we could find this wine while we're at it. I can't say I've ever heard of the brand before." Stephen picked up the bottle, surprised by how light it ended up being. "Man, I can't believe we finished the whole thing!"

Ari could only laugh. "I hadn't even noticed! The night went by so fast."

"The night's not over yet." Stephen stood up from the table, coat in one hand, though stopped when he saw the confused visage of his lover. "What's up?"

"We still have to pay the--"

"I took care of the bill ahead of time." Stephen smiled. "Now, you coming?"

***

The drive back to Stephen's house was fairly uneventful, though given how nice dinner had been they were more than happy with that. It gave them the time they needed to work off their meals.

"Good to be home," Stephen said as he walked through the door to his home, lightly chucking the keys on the side table he had in the foyer.

Ari followed right behind, a glow beginning to form on his cheeks. "I think the wine's hitting me now. I can feel it."

"Yeah, me too." Stephen felt flush as he entered the living room. All he wanted to do now was relax.

Ari was much the same way, leaving his suit jacket on a chair. It still didn't feel like he'd taken enough off though. "Man, is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?"

"No, I'm feeling it too," Stephen huffed, slipping off his tie. "Might've forgot to turn the AC on before we left."

That seemed like the most plausible explanation to Ari, who'd taken to slinking into the sofa. Still, the rising heat inside him hadn't dissipated, leading him to unbutton the dress shirt he wore to reveal the undershirt keeping his upper body free from any sweat stains. That might not be enough at the rate his discomfort was setting in. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have drank so much back at the restaurant."

Even though his jacket had been removed, the warmth spreading throughout Stephen's body was only getting stronger. He'd stripped off everything except his own undershirt and padded over to the thermostat, only to discover something he didn't expect - the air conditioning had been on the whole time. Something was wrong.

That's when he felt an itching emerge, almost as if something under his skin was attempting to emerge. To his surprise that was exactly what was going on as gray fur began sprouting up across the back of his hand. He froze in place. "Ari? I have a problem."

"Is it any worse than mine?" Ari outstretched his hands, showing how he was gaining fur across his body. His limbs trembled as he watched the changes overtake him.

Neither man could've ever possibly anticipated something like this, and neither knew why it was taking place.

The sensation of coarse hairs developing under his shirt had Stephen at a loss for words, his mouth unable to vocalize his swirling mess of emotions as his skin stopped contacting fabric. He tried to come up with a reason for all this, but nothing could explain the unexplainable, and boy did he try.

He went over everything they'd done that day to think of a possible vector for their transformation, but ultimately only one thing came to mind - their date. The pair of them had been at a restaurant both staffed and patronized by anthros, but it didn't seem like that would have anything to do with their current affliction. He'd been to plenty of places with non-humans and nothing had happened to him.

Then why was this night different?

Ari, meanwhile, couldn't think of anything besides panic at his current situation. His eyes were as wide open as they could be as his inexplicable metamorphosis raged on. Adrenaline rushed through his veins like a flooding torrent, the fur spreading across his body faster than his brain could process, covering different parts before he had a chance to react.

Not only did he feel like he was wearing a permanent coat at all times, but the addition of fur also heralded other alterations, starting with his hands and feet. Nails became claws as they elongated, blackening as they did, his toes now tenting out his socks with five points apiece. His eyes remained transfixed on his hands, twisting and turning them this way and that in an effort to make sense of it all. The only thing he could come up with was that he'd passed out on the couch and this was just some elaborate lucid dream, but the sensations racing through his body told him this was anything but.

A sharp pain around his rear end then commanded his attention, the fur having made it below the belt. He didn't have a chance to witness it for himself but a nub forced its way to the surface of his skin, agonizingly pushing outward at the same time his face did, the perception of both happening at once overwhelming him.

Stephen wasn't having a better time, needing to brace himself against the wall as a feline snout stretched itself out, his facial bones shifting and reconstructing themselves. A snarl of pain rumbled in his throat as he rode out the changes as best he could. Even while the worst of the transformation was over it still didn't mean it was over as the fur blanketed most of his body, eventually coalescing around his face in a large, shaggy mane as his ears relocated to the top of his head.

His eyes had been screwed shut through the entire ordeal, but only when he didn't feel it continue did he open them. The first thing he noticed was that a leonine muzzle was now a permanent fixture in his vision, able to see whenever he opened his mouth. He'd been trying to picture what kind of animal he was turning into and what he could discern in the first few moments of inspecting himself painted the clearest image possible - he was now a lion.

And somehow he wasn't as freaked out as he imagined he would be. He'd thought about what it was like to be an anthro many times in his life, not once thinking that he'd get the chance to find out as anything that could let him know just never happened. But now? Strangely, it wasn't as different as it was made out to be, though what differences he felt weren't easily dismissed.

All in all, the experience didn't concern him as much as he thought it would, actually taking a shine to his new feline features. "Weird, I think I'm okay with this."

"That makes one of us," Ari blurted out, frustrated at his partner's lack of alarm.

Stephen still found his attention grabbed by his altered body parts. "I dunno, I don't think this is that bad."

"Not that bad? We're not humans anymore! You're a lion and I'm--" Ari faltered, his brain not quite done processing what he'd turned into. "What the hell am I? A cat?"

Hearing his boyfriend's confusion got Stephen to turn to the other man, able to recognize the kind of animal he was. "Actually, I think you're a ferret." His eyebrow quirked as he checked out the younger man. "Look how long your torso is."

That got Ari to jump up like a shot, his hands immediately roaming over his midsection, noting how his undershirt didn't reach his pants anymore. That gave him a revelation. "Hey, that means I must've gotten taller."

"You certainly have." Stephen ambled over to the mustelid, a smirk on his face. "We're about the same height now."

The sight of the newly-minted lion man at eye level with him took Ari aback. His new vantage point wasn't all that much different than what he used to have, but that didn't mean it wasn't something he got used to right away. If anything it was novel. "This feels weird." His eyes darted around the room in an attempt for his brain to map out his relationship between him and the space around him. "I didn't think you were as tall as the doorway."

That struck Stephen as odd given how he'd just walked into the room without that being an issue as he'd certainly notice if he had to duck through any sort of entryway. And yet when he turned to look he could tell right away how true the statement was. His fingers twitched as the gears in his head ground to a halt, unable to explain the reason why. It wasn't until he observed how the white trim around the doorway seemed to gradually drop about an inch that he realized the meaning of the strange remark - he was getting taller. But how?!

He didn't have time to mull over an explanation as this baffling growth took over his body, pulling his undershirt away from his pants to reveal his taut middle. A glimpse of the ferret showed an identical development happening, at least at first as slowly, but surely, his boyfriend inched ever so slightly greater in height than he did. It wasn't much, but it was still noticeable.

But that wasn't even the most bizarre change occurring.

Ari was the first to spot that there was more to their growth than getting taller. The shirt of the feline in front of him ruffled, seemingly by his lover's frame stretching out, except the fabric began to look less loose all over.

While the lion wasn't necessarily a twig before, there wasn't much that propped up the undershirt. That all changed as he watched in real time how his lover's chest appeared to inflate as if connected to an air compressor, becoming veritable mounds of mass that anyone would now notice.

His own followed suit, the tightness of both his flesh and the material of his clothing becoming more apparent the more that time ticked on. It was an alien sensation that not a single part of him could comprehend. Not only had they magically transformed into animal people - the thought still wasn't sitting right with him - but now their bodies had somehow decided that wasn't enough and were pumping them larger for a reason he couldn't understand. And try as he might, he couldn't make the heft of his growing pectorals weigh any less in his hands.

Stephen, meanwhile, wasn't having nearly as many qualms about getting bigger as his mustelid partner was. He took the changes in stride, maybe a bit concerned at how much he was gaining on the ceiling, but the additional mass at least fell in natural places that his brain could recognize. His chest, his back, his arms and legs - all of them saw more than their fair share of musculature be stuffed onto them and then some.

His shirt, once actually hanging loose on his slender frame, now hugged his swelling immensity, holding on for dear life as the bulk he accrued pushed past the bounds of what he'd find on a person, even those that strived to find their limits in terms of size. Biceps the size of his head were never a thing he'd thought of before, and yet now they stared him in the face, a burgeoning vein snaking along both the larger they grew. His chest also saw similar developments as the different muscles that made up his chest became more pronounced, able to be seen through both his newly-formed pelt and shirt.

The enormity of his back was something he'd never have the chance to witness for himself as its hilly nature flourished well out of view of anything reflective, though he didn't need a mirror to tell how much it made his shirt beg for mercy. A simple roll of his blimping shoulders pulled the fabric this way and that, not able to return to its original position without some help from its expanding feline owner. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt so heavy.

But it wasn't just his shirt that was feeling the burn. The dress pants he'd completely forgotten about were also pleading to be put out of their misery, their rigid design unable to take the ballooning mass of his lower body like the stretchy cotton shirt he wore could. They got about as far as handling quads that would make a cyclist blush before giving up the ghost, the seams violently shredding apart as the material burst into confetti, now showing off the incredibly sculpted legs of the middle-aged lion.

Ari's pants didn't last long either, now a pile of scraps strewn around his feet. He couldn't believe how little time had passed compared to how massive the two of them had gotten. His chest now occupied a sizable portion of his vision, two boulders obscuring everything in front of them and only growing huger with every racing heart beat. He shuddered as his hands scampered all over his surging bulk, panicking as any muscle he felt blew up in his grasp.

His shirt had all but exploded as his mountainous back stretched far wider than it was manufactured to accommodate, his lats flaring out broader than a bus, while even his traps tore the collar to ribbons. No matter where he looked, touched, or even stuck his tongue out he'd find ferret beef, musky as all get out. He couldn't fathom why his scent had become so much more powerful than before, though it has since become a permanent feature of his wild transformation.

And if he wasn't flustered enough, the intense euphoric sensation of growing huge activated his brain in ways that he wished would stop. A quick moan left his mouth as his musculature continued to rub against itself. It all culminated in his cock rising to the occasion from the overwhelming bliss he was gifted with as a result of his gargantuan frame, only it, too, had erupted in size, now throbbing against his prodigious pecs as it looked more akin to a third leg. Veins pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, the heat wafting off the turgid flesh almost as potent as his smell. He couldn't even encircle it with his hands!

Unlike his lover, Stephen wasn't the least bit alarmed by the changes. His own schlong slapped against his torso just like the mustelid, however, his did at the sight of the beast of a man in front of him. Something about an anthro of this tremendous size tickled him in a way that he'd not felt before. It didn't hurt that he also got to partake in such an event, a happy rumble booming from his chest as he made his beach ball-sized bis flex against the slabs of beef on his upper torso.

It was only then that he discovered a peculiar development happening only to him.

His hands had gravitated to his midsection, reveling in the cinder blocks that were his abs - he didn't even know they could get that big! - before he felt a dull throb come from his middle. Without warning his abdominals bulged out, still as rock-solid as ever, but now doming into something more powerful. He'd never seen a gut like it before, one totally comprised of muscle that rounded out as far as his pecs did. It was a departure from what he was used to, but he had to admit that he gave him a bit of gravitas, like someone his age would naturally possess.

And if that wasn't enough, the entire time his fur had been growing out in certain places to match the shaggy mane circling his head. His torso from his pecs to the bush at the base of his titanic tool had blossomed into a veritable forest of musky hair, carpeting his front in a luscious display of dark-gray leonine masculinity, just as it bunched up in his pits and along the fattened ballsack that hung well past his knees. He chuckled; a part of him was sad that he couldn't pass for a younger age anymore.

Hearing not only muscles creak larger but also his bones cracking and repairing themselves in order to accommodate what had to have been multiple tons of sumptuous bulk had Ari anxious as all hell, but that didn't mean the silence that followed the end of their growth was any better.

The first thing his eyes did was attempt to survey the damage, but that only served to make things worse as so much of what he could see was taken up by a chest he didn't think was possible to manage in a thousand lifetimes of working out at the gym every waking moment. His brain just about short-circuited upon feeling the weight just a single arm of his now had - certainly more than his entire body used to weigh!

Thick horseshoe triceps dominated the volume of his limb, the muscle alone able to outlift the biggest of gym rats in the city by a wide margin, though many parts of him could lay claim to that. They dwarfed his pair of biceps that could yank a train right off its tracks and hoist it high above his head. Arms like steel cables could do quite the amount of damage if the wrong person were to wield them, but he was the farthest thing from that - he didn't even want them!

"Yeah, I think I'm into this." Stephen watched with a wry grin as the arm he flexed doubled in size, thicker in diameter than the width of his car.

Ari's face strained in consternation. "You like this?!" The amount of concern running through his mind prevented his mouth from fully closing.

"It's different," Stephen started before getting distracted by being able to see his muzzle, "very different, but I'm not hurt or anything. If this is all there was to... whatever that was, then I can get used to it."

"But we're gonna look like freaks if we leave this place!" Ari couldn't stop his fingers from spasming as he struggled to get the lion to understand his point of view. "We're gonna lose our jobs, and then our homes, and then--" He stopped when he felt a strong hand grasp his rippling shoulder.

"Ari," Stephen chuckled, not used to having to stare up at the younger man, "you're forgetting a really important detail about this whole thing - we're not human anymore." He watched as that fact hit his boyfriend like a ton of bricks. "Besides, I've seen anthros with more exaggerated body shapes than what humans are capable of. They're not gonna care about what we look like."

Dread bubbled up throughout Ari; he'd been so caught up in the fact that they'd gotten huge that he completely forgot about the fact that they were both animal men first. "Oh, right..." He observed his hands in front of his face, foreign to him in appearance, but unmistakably his. Each one of his fingers bent as his brain commanded them do, the tension they provided flexing a forearm that could punch through solid concrete. That was right, this was him. There was probably no going back now.

The ferret's fear not subsiding was obvious to Stephen who could tell his partner was still in there beneath a densely-packed layer of beef and fur. "Well, I will say that you haven't gotten any less cute in my eyes."

Ari narrowed his eyes at the feline. "I look like a freak."

"A sexy freak." Stephen offered the ferret a smile.

The compliment didn't feel right to Ari when all he could feel was his arousal forcing his member to pulse wildly against his tonnage, but it pierced through his concern as it came from the one person he cared about most. "Are you sure?"

That was what Stephen was looking for. "Positive."

At least Ari could rest easy knowing that his boyfriend still had his back. That didn't assuage the most imaginative part of his mind, coming up with yet more grotesque possibilities stemming from his animalistic expansion. "Well, w-what if I was even bigger than I am now?"

"I wouldn't care if you were immobilized in muscle. I'd still love you because you're you."

At first that actually did the trick of soothing Ari to the point where he was able to take his first deep breath since entering the house, but the image painted by his lover's words struck him as particularly weird. "Is that something you'd want?"

Stephen paused, his lips pursed. "That would make things kinda difficult for us, so no."

"Well, I..." Ari gulped, unsure if he should really accept these changes but also not knowing how to go back to how he used to be, "If you think this is okay, then I guess I'm okay with it too."

"That's good!" Stephen cheered, though with a sultry tone to his voice. "I'm glad you're warming up to the idea because I wanna have a test run of these bodies." With that he scooped up the mustelid off the floor, careful not to hit the ceiling in the process, and gently lowered the hulking behemoth so as to ensure the hardwood remained intact. There was no fear of their weight collapsing the floor as the basement was in another part of the house, just as much as he could afford repairs to the house should something go wrong, but taking care meant that his bank account wouldn't have a sizable chunk removed from it. The two of them were more than capable of seriously damaging the place.

His mind swirled with all sorts of different ideas the pair of them could do now that they were in a more intimate position, though one immediately jumped to the front. With the way he was positioned against the mustelid beefcake his throbbing shaft had been pressed against his lover's feet, a low groan elicited as his arousal spiked, forcing the preseed dribbling from his dick to ooze out faster and in a greater quantity.

The growing horniness in his leonine body spurred him to continue without a second thought, thrusting his hips against his boyfriend's feet. Every caress from the other man's toes coaxed another moan to escape past his lips. He can't say he'd ever done something like this before, but there was a first time for everything.

Ari, too, hadn't thought to try this before, but upon having a tree trunk of a cock wedged between his feet he couldn't think of why he shouldn't go through with it. His own python drooled translucent pre as he wrapped his appendages as far around the feline's fuckstick as he could. The feeling was sublime.

He hadn't realized how his feet had started stroking the older man's crotch rocket before he felt a slimy wad of precum trail down them, the warmth alerting him to his actions before his own brain did. He couldn't believe the absolute girth his lover sported as, even though he was technically the bigger one between the two of them, the feline was no slouch in the size department.

Having his pillar manhandled by the ferret's stompers skyrocketed Stephen's libido, who felt other urges take over him. While his tool being rubbed from head to base stimulated him more than he could've imagined, he craved more, a hole inside him needing to be filled.

The prick being removed from Ari's grasp pulled him out of his lust-drunken stupor, just in time to watch the studly lion hunker over top of him. "What are you doing?"

Stephen smirked as he ran a finger along his partner's length, his claw tracing every vein he came across. "I've got... other needs I wanna have taken care of." With that he grasped onto the ferret's kitmaker, rough hands sliding along it thanks to copious amounts of pre. "Ooh, come to daddy," he giggled before taking a long lick.

Ari could only lay there and accept the intense waves of pleasure pounding through him as his lover made love to his pole. He'd barely had the time to be anything other than human and he was already having his knob slobbered over by someone easily ten times bigger than anyone else he'd ever seen in his life.

The tongue action eventually subsided but that didn't mean the fun was over. It took some effort to see past his herculean chest, but the sounds of his partner's moaning indicating something was happening, and he was stunned to discover the lion fingering himself with what looked like a hefty amount of precum taken right from his tap.

Seeing the feline pleasure himself with just a couple of his thick digits certainly got him going, but it was when he felt that grip on his meatlog tighten that he knew the real show was starting. It took some finesse on the part of his boyfriend, but the tip of his dick met the other man's winking pucker, the delicate ring of muscle slowly accepting him inch by inch. In spite of the feline being among one of the two biggest men on the planet, it didn't occur to him how tight his lover would be.

Having such a thick log of ferret fuckmeat lodged up his chute had Stephen practically melt from the pleasure, pulsing shockwaves of euphoria throughout his nervous system the more he took in. His anal canal convulsed like a vise on his boyfriend's schlong, inadvertently providing extra resistance that only furthered the arousal given off by getting speared. Never in all his years had he been plowed this hard.

It took the combined effort of the two megahulks to carefully fit the rest of the girthy pillar up his ass, the act of doing so scratching his deepest itches and causing him to let out a moan of approval. His hands were spread across his lover's wide shoulders for support. Throughout the ordeal his own prick had been spewing pre like mad, coating the underside of the mustelid's pecs with the stuff. "Feels like my body's on fire."

Ari fared no better, the horny inferno swirling inside him taking control of his body, his hands roaming along the lion's broad trunk as his rod gushed frothy precum inside the other titan; the extra lubrication helped shove his length to hilt. Just then he got an idea. With a little bit of finagling he managed to wedge his partner's pole underneath his mighty pectorals before squeezing it into his fluffy valley.

Stephen gasped at the sudden pressure on his cock. "W-What are you doing?"

"Can't let you have all the fun." Ari grinned as he worked over the maned cat's member, pulling in his arms to squish the diamond-hard tool between his incomparable slabs of beef.

"I won't last long at this rate!" Stephen squealed from the pleasure.

Truth be told, the lack of experience of fucking at this size left Ari in the same boat. "Then let's make this memorable." Without warning the feline, he enacted the plan he'd just concocted, both thrusting his hips up to drill further into the other man while finding purchase on the lion's thick nipples. A mischievous smirk wormed its way across his face as he gently squeezed.

Stephen's tongue lolled out of his mouth as the ferret assaulted his inconceivable physique on multiple fronts. As a result he leaned back against the younger man's pelvis, a growl rumbling in his throat as he relished in his nips being twisted like car radio dials. "God, yes, just like that!"

"Heh, you're really getting into this."

Stephen warmly smiled. "What can I say? You bring out the beast in me."

Ari groaned in delight as the lion's heavy frame collapsed onto him, the older man's compact gut pressing the turgid lovemaker into his own shredded abdomen, the shifting of positions letting his dong slip out. His lust-addled brain wouldn't allow that and immediately slammed it back in, his engorged balls crashing into his boyfriend's ample rear. The impact resonated deep inside both of them, their tails whipping around wildly.

His onslaught on his lover's chest continued. With gusto he gripped the other man's prodigious pecs and squeezed, getting a handful of meat and fur while his own chest crushed the feline's prick simultaneously. He could feel his partner bucking both into him and onto his cock. Every time his crotch contacted his boyfriend's globular ass cheeks shot another load of bliss into the pleasure centre of his brain, the worry he had before fading fast.

This was far from his first time bottoming for another man, but Stephen hadn't dealt with a mass monster like this before. The hog crammed inside of him filled out whatever space his cavity could offer. Every bob of his rump forced the younger man's pillar to conform to what his internal muscles dictated, though that meant his prostate got flattened by every jackhammer thrust given by his lover, one that edged him dangerously close to orgasm. He was determined to push himself as much as his system would allow, but he had no way of gauging what that looked like with no experience taking a guy who could crumple a tank into a wad of metal, plastic, and glass up his ass.

A loud moan escaped his throat the more his G-spot was leveled. His heavy chest being played with didn't help him keep his resolve either, his muscles spasming uncontrollably and inducing him to hunker down with his face onto the ferret's pecs. There he was hit with another stimulant - his boyfriend's heavenly musk. His tongue lashed through the brown fur with fervor, doing what he could to unearth the scent as much as possible. The combination of everything happening to him lowered his willpower to the point where it became impossible for him to hold on any further.

Ari teetered on the brink of release himself, but he surprised himself by how much he was keeping himself going, even with the lumbering behemoth of a lion laying right on top of him. That's why it startled him when his lover bellowed out something incomprehensible before feeling a torrent of cum rush from inside his pec valley and smack him square in the face.

His grotesquely thick neck prevented his head from taking any damage from cumshots as powerful as a fire hose, but the trade-off was that he took in several mouthfuls of spunk with every blast, gulping it down before the next load geysered in his direction. He couldn't get enough of the strangely delicious taste, and the loss of focus caused his own climax to blossom.

Without warning, Stephen was soon inundated with bucketload after bucketload of potent ferretbatter. The rush of seed into his gut overwhelmed him, causing his limbs to go limp as he let the pleasure consume him. His hands weakly latched onto whatever they could find - that being the mustelid's own meaty nipples - and tugged, which only seemed to increase the volume of sperm being pumped into him. He'd never felt fuller in his life.

Sexual gratification turned seconds into hours as their roiling cum tanks jettisoned their virile jizz both into and onto each other. They had no real way of telling how much time was passing, nor were they all that concerned. The only thing either of them cared about was riding out the wave of bliss that came with being muscular colossi fucking each other.

Stephen was the first to make a move when all was said and done. His choices for bracing his unsteady limbs weren't great as he either could use a cum-coated floor or his ferret's sweaty chest boulders to push him upright, needing to ultimately use both if he wanted to make any progress. His fluffy, gray mane was matted with a combination of their juices, which made him amazed at how much they were able to produce in such a short time of being studs the size of industrial equipment, but also wondering how best to clean himself off.

Ari, meanwhile, sputtered from the loads of lionbatter shot all over his face, scraping most of it off with a hand to allow him to see again. He shucked as much of it off his neck as he could, wicking droplets of the stuff to mix with the rest on the ground. Never before in his life had he been so spent, but it meant that he knew how to deal with an orgasm that could knock a bull elephant unconscious.

His ordeal wasn't quite finished yet as his lion managed to slide off his tremendous tool, the thing still half hard but flagging fast. He could barely catch his breath. "Holy fuck."

"Yeah," Stephen grunted as he pushed himself back onto his muscled rump, "that was intense." He was all smiles, however, as he felt the experience brought them close together. While he was content to just relax for the time being, a part of him wanted to keep going, coaxing him to rest his hand on the mustelid's monumental junk.

Ari tensed from the abrupt sensation, his tree trunk obelisk overly sensitive as a result of his explosive growth. "H-Hey, what are you doing?"

Stephen impishly grinned. "We've had some fun, but why don't we see what else these bodies can do?"