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This was the one, or at least Frankie hoped it was. His anxiety flared the longer the date went on. He'd been on many in the past with a variety of different people, with ones he thought might develop into something more, only for them all to end in disappointment. He was hoping this wouldn't be another one he'd look back on and regret.

But from the get-go, all seemed to be running smoothly. His date, a muscular tiger named Axel who frequently had to duck to go through doorways, charmed him in ways other guys tended to avoid. Too many had been forward with their intentions, but not the man sitting across from him in the café. He couldn't help but admire the quiet confidence the cat possessed, in stark contrast with the braggadocious nature a lot of other guys made themselves known for. Plus, that Hispanic accent tickled him just right.

“Wasn't sure if you were much of a café person, but I'm glad you said yes." Axel softly eyed him, his hands wrapped around a mug of warm coffee – two cream, two sugar; just how he liked it.

Frankie giggled. “I am too." He adjusted the glasses sitting on his rodent snout, his hands brushing against his whiskers. “It's in a nice location as well. I've walked by this place a ton and I'm surprised I've never actually thought about going in until now."

“Hey, there's always a first time for everything!" Axel took a sip, the slightly bitter taste dancing on his tongue. “I always like coming here. You're not the only one who passes it by, so it stays pretty peaceful."

“Should've suggested it the first time we went out then." Frankie polished off the donut sitting on his plate, needing to wipe the chocolate from his face. “I kinda need to be shown that things are cool because I tend not to seek them out of my own"

“Good to know. I have a few other places in mind that I think you'd enjoy."

Frankie couldn't remember if the date they were on was their third or fourth at the moment, but the thought of getting to see the handsome feline pushed all that to the side. To have someone else so genuinely interested in being around him filled him with glee, to the point he hoped he didn't let out ratty squeaks of joy from getting lost in his thoughts. The attention he drew the last time it happened nearly killed him from embarrassment.

Even then, that didn't prevent him from enjoying the time he spent with Axel, with seeing the tiger always being the highlight of his day. They'd grown closer since the first time they'd met, and when he was asked if he wanted to hang out, there was no way he could've said anything other than 'yes'.

“Earth to Frankie. You there?"

Frankie immediately snapped out of the daze he didn't know he was in, the cat's hand waving in his face to try and grab his attention. “Oh, uh, sorry. What did I miss?"

“I wanted to know your opinion of restaurants in the area." Axel's lips had pursed. “I apologize if I've been boring you." He held the mug in his mitts that much tighter, eyes flicking between Frankie and his drink.

Seeing his date become apprehensive had Frankie's own fists ball up. “No! God… you could never." Embarrassment stemming from trying to not embarrass himself was an irony he wasn't anticipating on experiencing that day. There must be some way he could salvage this. “Say, we've known each other for a little bit already. How would you like to come back to my place?"

Axel's face lit up. “You'd want that?"

“Of course!" Frankie chuckled. “I haven't invited anyone over in a while now so it'd be nice."

Axel grinned. “I graciously accept," he said before downing the rest of his coffee.

***

“I know it's not much to look at, but—"

“It's cozy." Axel smiled as he surveyed the place, his gaze lingering as it moved from the living room to the kitchen squished immediately next to it. “It's a decent size for one person."

Frankie nodded. “I think so, but other people—"

“Ah, who cares what they have to say? They're not chipping in to help pay rent! Their opinion doesn't matter."

Frankie could only smile at hearing the cat justify the reasoning he'd been using for years that past dates tended to ignore. The two of them really were in sync with one another. “Feel free to make yourself at home!" At least here he had high ceilings so the feline didn't have to duck to go from room to room.

Axel slung his spring jacket over the backs of one of the barstools in the kitchen, taking a seat next to it as he continued admiring the place. The number of cabinets and other shelving units installed in such a cramped room indicated the need to maximize whatever space was available, which showed how Frankie was able to adapt to the situation.

“You sure you don't wanna sit somewhere more comfortable?" Frankie motioned to the couch he was heading to.

“Oh!" Axel jumped to his feet to meet with him, padding over quickly to the living room.

It was the first time that Frankie had gotten this far in a relationship. Not once had he managed to bring someone home that seemed like they wanted to be there, which made his heart flutter that there weren't any snide remarks being sent his way by the tiger.

It was also the first time he'd ever actually sat beside his date, only across until then. The difference in size between the two was apparent as even on the couch he was dwarfed. The feline towered over most people while standing, but he thought he'd be somewhat closer in height while sitting down. Being 6'3" is nothing to sneeze at!

His gaze being cast on the cat so much revealed just how nervous his date actually was, which felt like a first considering how confident he knew the other man to be. “You okay?" He gently placed his hand on the tiger's.

Axel could only nervously chuckle. “I, uh, haven't done this kind of thing a whole lot." His cheeks grew rosy through his facial fur, fingers curling inward. “I never mentioned this before, but you're my first partner in a bit. I'm really happy to be here right now."

To hear that took Frankie aback. “Really? I'd have thought people would be all over you!"

A goofy grin forced itself onto Axel's face. “Some are, but they don't quite hit the mark of what I'm looking for in a person." He inched himself across the sofa cushions, trying not to make it obvious by staring straight ahead, but failing to do so given his incredible stature.

“Oh! I, uh…" It was Frankie's turn to blush profusely. He attempted to slyly dig his fingers into the feline's grip, only to be rewarded with his hand being clasped. This relationship was shattering every record he had left, right, and centre, and he couldn't wait to get even closer to his date.

Which might not have been the best idea if he knew what had happened with the striped cat.

Unbeknownst to him, Axel had been an inadvertent participant in an altercation earlier in the day. A pair of magic wielders decided that a crowded sidewalk was the perfect venue to settle a beef and began hurling spells at one another. Many people ducked out of the way from the mystic power being flung this way and that, though a number stuck around to see the outcome.

Axel wasn't one of them; he happened to be walking by at that particular time when he noticed the crowd, though he had no intention of joining it. Carefully he made his way through, slipping through the throngs of people as best he could, when he saw incantations being fired that missed the mark they were aimed for. At that moment he hurried himself as much as possible.

His height gave him numerous advantages in life, but here was not one of them. Too many spells sailed over the heads of everyone else in the direction of his own for him to be comfortable being there. His shuffling through the horde got faster as he attempted to find freedom, with the sidewalk being the only means of getting by as he wasn't brave enough to use the busy street beside him instead.

Salvation was just a few feet away; however, the crowd had only grown thicker the longer the duel went on. He grunted as he pushed past people, frustration written on his face mounting as he wanted anything than to be present at the fight.

And then in a moment where he'd looked away, a blast of magic hit him square in the face, the force from which knocking him flat on his ass. Some of the bystanders did actually help him up, but his annoyed expression remained when a glance told him how many were more invested in the fight than anything else. He left the scene right after.

The thing about the spells being slung was they were transformative in nature, ones activated by heightened emotions, and only the magic users were aware of that fact. Everyone else was none the wiser, including Axel.

Frankie certainly wouldn't have guessed that was the case. Nothing about the tiger would indicate anything to be out of the ordinary, which meant he had no qualms with letting his other hand explore his date's body. Hesitation made its presence known as his breath became caught in his throat, the tips of his fingers carefully reaching over to maybe get a feel of something more, only to be grasped onto, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

Axel merely grinned. “If you want to do more than hold hands, you can just tell me."

Frankie wanted to say something, but the words slipped away from him. Instead, what came out was an anxious squeak that he had little control over. His face threatened to turn as red as a tomato even through his black fur as his date egged him on.

And then suddenly he found himself flung forward, draped along the tiger's lengthy body as the two laid on the couch. The gears in his head almost popped out of their assembly as he realized how close he was to the other man, their faces less than a foot apart now, which was the closest he'd gotten to another person… in his entire life!

Axel laughed. “Cat got your tongue?"

“Axel!" Frankie reciprocated with a snicker of his own. Externally he might be shaking from nerves, but inside he was the warmest and fuzziest he'd felt in ages. “I didn't realize you were so forward."

“I have my moments." A mischievous smirk wryly contorted Axel's mouth as he closed the gap between them, noses now flush. Not a word needed to be uttered as the next part came naturally.

Their tongues intermeshed with one another, dancing a rhythm that came instinctively as their hands reached for more of the other man, pressing their bodies together. Both of them had a different level of experience in the act, but neither of them complained as it didn't matter in the moment. The only thing they concerned themselves with was ensuring the other person felt as good as they did.

That spurred Axel to roam his hands lower, feeling body parts long untouched while his mouth found itself kissing other parts of Frankie's face, eventually migrating down the neck. His fur bristled as actions grew stronger.

And while there was normally nothing wrong with letting out pent-up arousal with someone mutually as excited, it was exactly the kind of heightened emotion that the spell was attracted to. The magic began its work, activating inside the tiger first before being transferred to Frankie through the intense attention being thrown his way. All this was being done without knowledge of its existence.

Neither noticed any sort of power, yet it thrummed through them both with gusto, filling both men with the incantation of a powerful sorcerer. Neither of them thought anything other than how much they wanted more out of the experience, their needs elucidated by the way they gripped onto one another, hands growing less afraid to touch, moans slipping from their mouths. To them, that was just part of the fun.

Subtly changes began. A warmth built up inside Frankie as he went to town on the feline hunk making love to him, giggling when he felt a gentle nibble on the base of one ear. His heart beat uncontrollably as his arousal soared. So long had he waited for this opportunity – the chance to pour his love into another who would reciprocate the feelings – that he wondered if the possibility would ever strike, which meant he couldn't prevent himself from wanting to remain close to the cat, to bask in both his body and charm.

His date also felt warm to the touch, most likely due to the sweater never taken off that trapped any heat trying to escape. He thought it helpful, yet sneaky, to slide his hands under the bottom hem and slowly pull it up with the backs of his wrists, revealing the taut midsection the tiger possessed – one he never got to see before. That furthered his excitement as his hands explored the newly-discovered area while the kissing along his neck turned into playful licks, the other man going from affectionate to naughty, and he was entirely down with that.

Axel's midriff being caressed elicited a gasp, his fingers curling around whatever they happened to be close to as he redoubled his efforts. The growl in his throat stayed flirtatious as he continued his fondling as well as his inadvertent tongue bath.

Being licked as he was tickled a part of Frankie's brain that he wasn't expecting, getting him inch closer in an attempt to get more intimate, only to feel his feet end up beside the tiger's. He wasn't entirely lucid at the moment so he chalked it up to moving around without him paying much attention, but it was only then when he realized that he was still face-to-face with his date, their heads at the same level as well. A disconnect in his mind immediately formed.

Right away he pushed himself to his knees to assess the situation, finding that he was in fact taller than he was mere moments ago; his point of view of the room was never that high up before. Panic wasn't exactly the first thing that hit him, but his mind was certainly awash in confusion, especially when he felt his date grasp his hand.

“Is everything alright?" Axel's voice was drenched in concern.

“Uh," Frankie hopped off the couch, his head spinning when he saw how the room looked lower than before, “maybe? I'm not sure." He knew there were drugs out there that could mentally mess with one's perspective given the dose, but neither of them partook. Could this be an allergic reaction to something that he came into contact with recently? That might be a possibility, but from what? If only the mental block from surprise wasn't making it difficult to come up with explanations.

A look of confusion adorned Axel's face as he also got off the sofa, fingers splayed out in trepidation. Immediately his eyes were drawn to a single thing. “Wait, have you grown?" His gaze dropped while he called attention to Frankie's torso.

Following where the feline was pointing, Frankie discovered that the bottom of his T-shirt didn't reach the top of his jeans anymore, leaving his abdomen open for the world to observe. “I guess so?!" He was at a loss. Drugs could only explain him feeling scatterbrained, but he knew for a fact there was nothing on the market he was aware of that promised to alter the user's physiology. “What is this? What's happening to me?"

Axel's jaw was agape as he regarded the situation. “Do you need help? I can make a quick call to get some if you want."

“I mean, I feel okay." In truth, Frankie wasn't entirely sure if he believed that considering his world had literally shifted in the span of a few moments. However, his most pressing concern was regarding his well-being, which he struggled to determine if it had been affected at all. “I don't feel like I'm poisoned, or that I'm melting, or hot, or cold, or in any sort of pain, really. I just… grew taller, somehow." That was still the one piece of the puzzle that he couldn't solve.

Axel's mouth moved as if he were about to say something, but ultimately held back. “Okay, if you think you're fine then I won't budge. This does worry me though."

“Yeah, I'm not totally thrilled with this either." Frankie sighed as he surveyed the unexpected changes, not only from his clothing not properly fitting him anymore, but also the fact that he was catching up to the cat's height. He wouldn't have thought himself to be short before – he loomed over a number of people as it was – but to have those extra inches added on showed him what kind of difference in perspective there was between the two of them. “I don't know if I made the right call if I'm honest."

He turned to his date for support, only to be taken aback himself at what he saw. “Hey, are you alright?"

“What do you mean?" Axel cocked a brow at the remark, only looking down when nothing else was said and gasping at the sight that greeted him. “¡Ay, Dios mío!" His arms initially froze midair as the view of his own torso changed, the collar of his shirt now showing more of his chest than before, not because the shirt was getting bigger, but instead because his chest was getting bigger.

As were his arms. While he wasn't a twig like a lot of taller people tended to be, he wasn't super muscular either, so actual biceps that could be seen without flexing grew uncomfortable in a sweater not intended for their size. His triceps too, as they bulged from him trying to get a good look at them, bewilderment written all over his face.

Every part of his attire grew tighter the longer it happened – both shirt and sweater struggling to contain a trunk bloating up bigger than what they were rated for, as well as boxers and pants gradually failing to accommodate legs practically exploding in size. And he only kept growing from there. Within seconds he went from being incredibly average-looking, to now resembling someone who called the gym their second home.

The scene unfolding in front of Frankie lost all semblance of sense; people don't just grow muscle mass by doing nothing – he knew that. Yet he was witnessing it with his own two eyes, his gaze glued to the swelling tiger, orange fur stretching around bulk materializing out of thin air. It had him in a trance, so much so in fact that he was completely oblivious to his own growing body until he happened to look down at himself.

He refused to believe it at first, but a quick prod of his billowing chest indicated that his eyes weren't deceiving him. Not only was he on track to meet his date at eye level, but to also pile on beef like his body had no other purpose. Nothing he could've done, either mentally or physically, would've stopped the onslaught of heft from stuffing under his pelt, bloating up his form with powerful bulk that a lot of men would kill for. He'd wanted to try the trick of ripping a telephone book in half at some point, but at his size he might be able to do the same to a telephone pole.

And then it hit him. It was only when he was thinking about the illusion that the most plausible explanation popped into his head. “Wait," Frankie glanced at himself before staring at the tiger, “is this magic?"

The look on Axel's face showed he didn't quite understand what was being said, until his face lit up. “Oh, hang on, you might be onto something." He rubbed his face as he groaned, his burly biceps inadvertently bulging as he did. “I got hit with something earlier today as I was trying to avoid a duel. This might very well be the result of that."

Frankie felt conflicted. On one hand that answer made more sense than anything else he could've come up with, but on the other hand he couldn't understand why that spell in particular was being used. “What were they hoping to achieve by using that kind of magic?"

“Your guess is as good as mine."

So much dense muscle mass continued to pile onto their swelling frames, their clothing growing more restrictive by the second as the firm contours of the fabric made their outfits appear painted on. The material was gradually losing the battle, stretching taut as they made 'large' look small. It wasn't much longer after that before the seams began crying out.

With the way Frankie's prodigious pectorals bulged out, one would think it a mistake to call his top anything but a cozy for the slabs of beef on his chest, continually growing bigger as the seconds ticked on. Nothing could halt the onset of muscle from filling out his form; trying to will it to stop was pointless. He was merely a passenger of his relentless growth and could do nothing but be taken along for the ride.

The basket of his pants looked obscene with how much more package he sported, his jeans not meant to be stretched like they were and began tearing where stressed the most. That revealed quads the size of watermelons, able to crush the fruit between them with ease were he to have the chance. Tattered remnants of his pants clung to his thighs before being completely shredded into ribbons of confetti that fell unceremoniously to the ground around him. That left what looked like a denim thong wrapped around his junk that lasted barely a moment longer, exploding into fabric scraps the instant the cock trapped within twitched. The entire event had him at a loss for words.

Axel, meanwhile, was going through most of the same, his outfit losing the battle with his billowing bulk as his torso bloated in every direction, swallowing up a lot the space meant for anything else in the room. Any errant move tore his clothes to snippets resembling nothing of what they used to be, littering the floor with the remnants of what he wore that day.

And that still wasn't enough to quench his body's thirst for growth. Now fully nude, he paralleled what many would think of as the most heavyweight of bodybuilders, only without ever having stepped foot in a gym. His hands immediately darted to his chest as he stared in awe of his burgeoning pecs swelling before his very eyes. The flesh resisted every attempt he made to indent it, absolutely rippling with dense heft that continued to pack itself across his frame. There were no breaks on this train.

As if gaining dozens of pounds with every breath wasn't bad enough, Frankie hadn't ceased getting taller either, now able to look over his date when he never could before. The tiger was an excellent barometer for gauging the changes taking place, because for as big as the other man was certainly becoming, his body seemed intent on surpassing that size entirely, which was hard to imagine was possible considering the striped cat looked like he could hoist a car with only one hand.

But that was the reality he was facing. No longer was he the smaller one between the two of them, he now stood a clean head above the feline. The pages in the book of his mind flipped wildly as he tried to estimate his height at that moment, but he realized fast that the growth wasn't slowing down in the slightest. He thought it great for his date that his place had high ceilings, only to thank his lucky stars they existed because he now needed them more.

And yet he still grew. Higher and higher his point of view rose, giving him an incredible vantage point that barely anyone in the world had that was slowly being filled with his own developing musculature. He'd heard of people describing their pectorals as boulders before, but only now did he think the comparison was apt. So much mass had inflated his form that there was no way for him to guess just how much weight he'd accumulated in the short amount of time it'd been going on. If there wasn't solid ground underneath the flooring of his pad, there was a very good chance he'd be going right through it.

Wait, he just remembered – the ceilings of his place measured over nine feet from the floor. With his ears stopping just short of tickling the plaster, that gave him a good idea of how tall the magic had made him.

But there was one more trick up the spell's sleeve that there was no way for him to anticipate.

His canine cock had grown as much as he did, fattening to resemble a third leg while being paired with a set of low-hanging testosterone factories bloated with so much cum that they put the size of car tires to shame. He wasn't used to the sheer weight of his junk draping down from his pelvis, his member alone likely heavier than the average person, and probably wider too were he given an opportunity to compare.

The knot at the base of his dick was even thicker than that, that red rocket of his able to plug many holes when fully erect. So much muscle in the way meant he had a difficult time of trying to discern what was going on below the belt, so it startled him when he felt a tingling sensation happen along the length of his pole that he couldn't see. He couldn't deny the sensitive nature of his shaft, everything transpiring along it instantly being fed back to his brain by way of his nervous system, which is why it boggled his mind that a feeling arose out of nowhere – one both alien and familiar – that wasn't the same as what he felt when the rest of his body grew.

A grunt of displeasure rumbled in his throat as he endured the bizarre sensation. The knot of his canine phallus was even more receptive to physical stimuli than it was before, which is why he couldn't stop it from beginning to inflate when another one sprouted up behind it, pressing against the first as it now existed back-to-back on a rod in the process of standing proud. That was in spite of his current feelings towards this whole thing as there hadn't even been enough time to fully process everything that had gone on.

They stood facing one another – rat opposite tiger – both stunned into silence as the changes began to subside, left with the reality that they ended up hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds heavier than they were mere moments ago. Not a single part of them could be considered normal anymore as their bodies practically exploded in size, both reaching a one-to-one-to-one ratio between each of their dimensions before their bodies decided to leave their heights in the dust. So thick with muscle mass they'd become that they looked unrecognizable if their faces couldn't be seen, which was likely given how their swollen beef obscured them from certain angles.

Neither made a move as they waited to see if anything else was in store for them, breathing a sigh of relief when it was obvious the transformation was over. But that still left them as titans amongst men in a world where people only reached a fraction of their size through committed exercise.

Axel's eyes flitted all along whatever parts of him were in view. No matter which way he looked, all he saw was orange-striped bulk. His hands had less body parts they were able to touch thanks to the impossible amount of musculature in the way, but the lack of things to contact was more than made up for by the utter magnitude of whatever was in reach.

His mouth dropped when he raised an arm, gawking at the humongous bicep that effortlessly peaked higher than his head, rising twice as high when he tensed it, his hand able to caress that mound of heft as it filled his palm. Fingers trembled as they traced along the sinuous bulk, nails running along the burly contours of his limb that he didn't have waking up that day. This was all too real and entirely him.

Disbelief also hit Frankie hard, his rodent tail frozen in place as his brain constantly tried and failed to process the changes that hit him. His eyes showed how everything actually happened in spite of what he thought he knew about the laws of the universe, not able to leave the sight of a chest that jutted out several feet from his torso, stuffed with enough meaty muscle mass to outweigh an entire squad of bodybuilders and still have some left over.

Weight – that word echoed through his head. How much did he weigh now? He didn't think it was possible to gauge it accurately, as even a rough estimate was difficult to calculate with inexperience dealing with grotesque proportions like the ones he sported now. How heavy was a back that acted as a miniature mountain range, or legs that could reduce solid concrete to dust, or an ass that could crush a tank simply by sitting on it? Every question he managed to come up with remained unanswered.

Being physical didn't help with the matter either as grabbing his inconceivable pecs proved useless in ascertaining a usable guess. What it did help with was demonstrating just how sensitive his newfound size was as a slight moan slipped past his lips from only a gentle touch. The sensation ran electric through his hulking form, his mind awash in pleasure as a thumb grazed one of his fat nipples. Was this what people who actually wanted to grow did when they got bigger?

The sound of enjoyment, even if faint, was enough to snap Axel out of the trance he'd fallen into, surprise written on his face. Not being the largest man in the room anymore elicited a gasp out of him, being light enough on his feet to jump back a foot despite rivaling a bus in weight. And then his gaze trailed south, his eyes narrowing the longer the glance took place. “So, do you actually like this?"

Frankie didn't even have to know where the now-shorter man was pointing as his knotted prick slapped against that brick wall he called a torso. “I mean," he blushed, his feelings mixed, “I don't hate this if that's what you're asking."

“I don't think those are the same questions." Trepidation was evident throughout Axel's body, his fingers twitching at the same time he gulped. His breathing hastened. There wasn't much he could look at without physically moving his body as his traps rose high enough to start keeping his head locked into place.

Frankie could immediately sense his date's anxiety before getting a chance to see the tiger's cute face, the tension surrounding the other man could be cut with a knife. While his own state of mind was still a bit jumbled, there was a growing part of him that looked at the situation rationally, examining every aspect of himself from top to toe to see if anything extraordinary stood out, ultimately coming up short. He was fine, much to his surprise! That gave him the confidence to ease the feline's distress. “I wanna know how you feel."

“Well, I'm not sure this is really a good look on me since—"

“No, I mean physically."

“Oh, uh," Axel gulped, “I think fine?" His voice wavered, his shallow breathing beginning to deepen, hackles dropping the more time had elapsed. What were once experimental touches now became more exploratory, hands firmly grasping at flexing beef with prolonged contact. Shock dwindled into confusion. “Yeah, fine, just… needing a second to take everything in."

Calm washing over the cat was apparent to Frankie, who himself found peace with his statuesque physique. In a weird way he was starting to enjoy the size. The thought initially rang an alarm bell in his head, but upon further reflection he didn't see a fault in the logic. Sure, this was an unexpected predicament, and yet, once the dust had settled, there was a perverse sort of fun to be had in reveling in a size barely anyone had dreamed of because of how preposterous this size actually was. This was magic, and he was no magician; he might as well enjoy it since he had no idea how to change them back.

The problem became how to get the tiger to see things the way he did. His train of thought climbed the track ahead of it, the peak in sight, but just out of reach until an idea hit him. While his date was preoccupied, he sauntered over and placed a hand on one of the other hulk's burly shoulders, attention being successfully grabbed, which gave him the go-ahead to gently clutch one of Axel's fat nipples with his other hand, the squeeze enough to cause the beefcake to shudder.

Axel instantly moaned from the contact, his toes curling from the enhanced sensitivity of his erogenous zones. His chest involuntarily puffed out of reflex as he bit his lower lip. “Now since when did you get so forward?"

“I—" Frankie stammered, the remark catching him off-guard. In spite of all the size he was still him deep down, and there wasn't anything that could change that, magical or not. “It's gotta be all this testosterone," he chuckled.

“It's different." Axel grabbed onto the hand on his chest.

“Is different bad?" Frankie's question seemed to be answered when he felt the tiger lean into his teasing.

Nostrils flared, shoulders tensing, fists clenched – a smirk spread across Axel's face. “I suppose it isn't." The titillation thrown his way sprung his own shaft to full mast.

Frankie smiled, only to stop when he accidentally stepped on the other man's foot. It wasn't that he thought he'd inadvertently hurt the tiger titan – was that possible at that size? – it was that the feeling it shot back through his nerves felt… good. Were his feet another part of him that gained extra sensitivity? There was only one way to find out.

Right then he clamped down on the striped cat's thick nip, watching as the shorter hunk dropped to his knees and let out a loud moan that he didn't think he'd hear for months from then. But that put Axel at the perfect height.

With grace belying his size, he carefully pressed against his lover's crotch cannon with a foot, making sure to massage it with as much force as he thought it could take, then adding more when he realized just how hardy the fleshy organ was. It pulsed against his stomper, a pillar of cock the size of what his waist used to be. An increasingly larger portion of him enjoyed how monstrous the pair of them had become, and wanted to indulge further.

Carefully he laid the other man on the floor, his hands still providing attention to that orange-striped chest, coaxing more approving groans to rumble forth from the tiger's mouth. That provided him better access to entice his lover with his plans.

His own arousal climbing, he hunkered down over the trembling behemoth, his gaze more pointed than before as he eyed the feline's delicious enormity. Hands fully invested in pleasuring the striped beast's pectorals, he instead set his sights just a bit higher, nosing through the fur nestled between those boulders and inhaling the scent trapped within, his hips bucking forward as it tickled his nostrils, shuddering from the intensity. He couldn't be certain what the other man smelled like for sure as he was only ever present when cologne was used, but if that was what was hidden underneath, then he was elated he got the chance to find out.

Following the contours of the beef laid out in front of him, his nose wedged itself into whatever crevice it could find as it roamed up his lover's gargantuan neck. The smell never faded in strength. He huffed with rising fervor the farther he traveled up those titanic traps, his breathing growing laboured as the size of the tiger's neck dawned on him, only drawing him in more. He couldn't stop himself from making love to this hunk even if he wanted to.

Which, of course, he didn't.

The trail of lean muscle mass led him to his ultimate goal – the big cat's head; more specifically, the ear. Wanting to reciprocate from earlier, he let his teeth softly nibble the flesh, inducing appreciative grunts out of the feline titan. He'd never thought to try something like that with a partner before, but the way it thrilled him earlier got him thinking of how much Axel would like it too.

And he did if his curling toes were any indication. The heightened sensitivity around his body had him writhing in pleasure, his moans practically begging Frankie for more. Muscles tensing, hips bucking, dick leaking rivulets of pre – he was well on his way to blowing the biggest nut of his life.

It was then when Frankie discovered he wasn't the only one who wanted to horn the other guy up as he felt the feline's feet grab hold of his column of a cock. He couldn't prevent the gasp uncontrollably leaving his mouth from turning into an embarrassingly whorish moan as his leviathan log of canine fuckmeat was worked over, his fingers clutching onto the other hulk's wide shoulders as his entire body fell into a shudder, electric excitement racing up his spine to the pleasure centre of his brain. His red rocket ached with need; not a word was shared between the two of them, and yet both knew exactly what they wanted to have happen next.

The vast amount of mass between them was enough to make things difficult to accomplish without looking, but the urge to make love was too powerful for him to not want to commit to it. A bit of repositioning shifted his monolith below his lover's belt, the sensitive flesh being grazed along the way causing him to spurt out globs of pre, which was repaid with a few being flung against his expansive wall of a torso.

Having such an increased sense of self actually worked out in the long run as, even though he couldn't see what he was doing, he didn't need to just because of how sensitive the head of his obelisk was. It effortlessly slid over the striped cat's fattened ballsack, feeling those orbs churn up ballbatter like factory production. The prolonged contact with the other colossus' heaving body had him moaning up a storm.

And then he found it – the tiger's winking pucker, sandwiched in between the biggest set of ass cheeks next to his own. Both of them tensed as he teased that delicate ring of muscle, those globular glutes squeezing him and bringing out another dob of preseed. That actually helped as he was certain his lover had never taken a man as big as he was, if at all, so the more translucent fluid he managed to pump out, the better.

The cat's tail whipped madly as he carefully penetrated the hole, his own ratty tail wrapped around his leg as the ecstasy of not only running around the bases with someone he was interested in coursed through his veins, but also getting to hit a home run. Finally! His mammothian chest weighed down on the brawny behemoth, but not any sort of displeasure was heard in response. A man that immense could handle him and more.

While Frankie was intent on pushing in further, his chest being clutched onto caused him to momentarily freeze, the feline getting revenge for earlier by grabbing onto his nipples. This way and that they twisted, his fingers splaying out before curling. Right away he let out a needy moan. And another, this one lasting longer. He could only imagine the devious smirk on the tiger's mug, which in his mind meant he ought to pay him back.

The copious amounts of precum slathering the tailhole he was entering helped immensely, making the job of drilling into the tiger a breeze considering the size of his crotch cannon could puncture through concrete without leaving a scratch on him. And yet Axel took it like a champ. There was resistance, sure – he'd be surprised if there wasn't – but he found it easier than expected to slide into the other man's chute. More and more of his pole was swallowed up and being clamped down on, but that didn't stop his anal assault from slowing down. In fact, it was almost as if his lover was the one guiding him in.

And then his cock had been fully accepted, at least the parts that he could easily fit into the other behemoth. While the feline was sent into an aroused delirious from being stuffed silly, the first of his knots hitting the that hungry hole inundated him with more euphoria than he'd ever felt in his life. He couldn't prevent a frenzied groan from parting his lips as the nerves in that bunched-up flesh rocked him to his core.

Without realizing, he had started building up a rhythm, pounding the tiger's asshole like a derrick drilling for oil. The preseed drooling from his cock provided ample lubrication for him to piston into the colossus with reckless abandon. His desire to make the two of them feel good grew stronger the more he pumped his hips.

The feline was no passenger in the act, his hands gripping the sensitive parts of Frankie's body, seemingly with the intent on trying to make him blow earlier than he was going for. That only got him to chuckle through ragged breaths. If Axel wanted to play, then he was game.

One hand on the cat's titanic trap for support, he grasped a fat nipple and squeezed, the deluge of pleasure flooding his system subsiding as the other man's hands slipped away, his limbs tensing and forcing his pectorals to flex into his face. The idea of being able to do that amused Frankie, but he thought it to be a good look for the orange-striped hulk.

Faster he pounded his lover's rear entrance, the hole thoroughly opened enough to let him slide effortlessly in and out. It wasn't just him doing all the work as the cat's insides massaged his member while they moved in tandem. They were like a well-oiled machine – not rubbing each other the wrong way, and both wanting the same outcome. The urge inside him rose sharply the more he fucked, however. Fiery desire raged through his soul as he railed the quivering anal cavity of the tiger. His lungs took shallower breaths. His eyes had trouble staying open. His fingers trembled as he gripped onto the other man's beef. He never expected orgasm to hit as hard as it was.

One final clench of his girthy pillar ended up being his libido's silver bullet, his pulsing prick not able to take any more stimulation. That had him involuntarily shove his hips forward so that, not one, but both of his knots ended up lodged inside the tiger as he began blasting numerous bucketloads of frothy spunk all over his lover's inner walls, painting them a pearlescent white that deluged his guts. He groaned his relief at finally being able to release his pent-up load.

His hips had slammed into the other beefcake's backside, pelvis flush with the cat's rippling cheeks, not a drop of cum leaking out the hole thanks to double the plugs keeping it all inside. Those knots of his throbbed wildly with every spurt of jizz filling up the feline. A part of him wondered what it was like for Axel.

He got his answer when a blast of seed splattered all over his cinder block abs, the white fluid coating his fur thick and musky. The scent hit his nose like a freight train, letting his inhibitions loose even more as he drained his balls, emptying them with more force than a fire hose could let out, though the man underneath him was tough enough to withstand his might. That kept the feedback loop going, coaxing bigger and bigger loads to drench his torso, covering the underside of his tremendous pecs in a layer of jism. He knew for a fact no one else on earth ever experienced a climax as explosive as what they did.

Pleasure turned seconds into hours. So much ecstatic bliss made them lose track of the world around them, not concerned with anything other than getting each other off. Eventually their overwhelming flows of cum tapered off, and while Frankie was happy to get the chance to relax after such an event, he couldn't fully free himself from the tiger's rump until the blood flowed away from his dick.

With a lewd pop he managed to tug his deflating knots from Axel's rear, allowing himself to collapse next to the heaving behemoth, smiles on both their faces. “Well, I dunno about you, but I think we made good use of the spell."

“I'd say so," Axel laughed. “Truthfully, I think I've changed my mind about this. I'm totally okay with these changes."

Hearing that wormed a wry grin on Frankie's face that stretched to his rounded ear. “Does that mean you wanna go again?"

“You have to ask?"