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69 First Dates

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DissidentLove

Prologue

The shower had been running for a minute already, and steam was billowing out from above the swinging glass door. Stuart stood completely naked, un-self-conscious about his impressive equine form, his semi-aroused state clearly visible to the petite feline who shared the bathroom with him. He gestured to the shower door, holding it open for his guest.

Amber blushed to the tips of her oversized ears, one extremely paw resting against her impressively large endowments, trying and completely failing to keep them covered up. Amber was a so-called 'kitteh', a fully-grown teenaged calico who retained her kittenish proportions; immense blue eyes stared out from below huge, floppy ears, and only the lascivious leer belied her true age. Her paws were also unusually large and fluffy, one creamy white and one golden yellow, her body a complex tortoiseshell mixture of both colors. Her breasts were large and proud, but not unusually large for a feline of her age. Her pride was considerably lower.

Stuart's eyes rested on her shielding paw, which stood in stark contrast to the dark pink of her incredible nethers. Her sac was the size of a basketball, smooth and silky with a thin layer of delicate fuzz, despite being stretched around her impressive testes, each probably as large as her head. Resting atop it was a similarly pink and fuzzy sheath, which reached almost to the bottom of her sac, considerably larger than almost any of the boys in her high school. He smiled a little nervously, seeing her sheath bulge larger still, almost begging to be released. His own semi-erect maleness was bobbing at a low angle in front of him, slightly longer than his knee.

"After you," he said with a wink, and Amber stepped gratefully into the sauna-like shower. It was huge, tiled in reds and oranges and yellows, and there was more than enough room for her and Stuart, who stepped inside after her, shutting the door behind them.

The water slicked her fur almost instantly, revealing her lean, skinny body. Most felines hated showers for several reasons, but Amber was a big fan, since Stuart's short-furred body became glossy and sleek, highlighting his well-muscled frame. She licked her lips and smiled up at him alluringly, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his midsection. There was a good twelve inches of difference in their heights, she a petite feline and he a tall, athletic equine. He leaned down, and their lips met, both drenched by the spray from the shower.

"Are you sure your mom doesn't know I'm here?" she asked a little worriedly, feeling her body start to react to the sweet, sexy boy in her arms. His semi-hard member pressed against her lower belly, and she could feel it hardening alongside her own.

"No clue," he said with a chuckle. Amber had snuck in through the kitchen door and up the back flight of stairs while Stuart distracted his mother with talk of sports. She moaned softly in response, sliding one hand down to his firm rump, digging her claws in gently and eliciting a surprised neigh from him. Her other hand slipped farther down, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, which was almost as thick as her wrist, and giving it a fond squeeze.

"You're a bigger boy than I thought," she said with a wink, rolling her hips against his. His shaft bulged, growing harder by the second with such intimate contact. She stepped backwards briefly, moving it up between their wet bodies. It nestled easily between her breasts, the tip flaring momentarily, blooming like a flower. A flower larger than her fist, though! Amber tilted her head down and softly licked the tip, and was rewarded with another flare, and another inch or two of length as it reached almost painful hardness.

Stuart gasped and moaned in response, nuzzling her cheek. "I hope it's not... TOO big for you," he said with a wink of his own.

She giggled, squeezing him tightly. "Mmmm, not at all! I've always had a bit of a thing for 'big ones'... though that's mostly because I grew up with one of my own."

His eyes grew nervous again. "So I see... well, everyone knows you're a big grrl," he said with a chuckle. "I know most guys aren't really... you know, into that..."

"But you are, right?" she asked sweetly, knowing the answer. He had been bashful, almost skittish, when he asked her out, waiting until the hallway had mostly emptied out. She knew he didn't want anyone to KNOW he'd asked her out, afraid of what it might do to his reputation... she couldn't understand how silly high school boys could be! Who cared if they liked girls with huge cocks? What was wrong with it? Someday she'd figure it out.

Right now, she was mostly concerned with the increasing pressure between her legs. She stepped daintily backwards, the tip of Stuart's shaft slipping down between her breasts again, and they both stared at her sheath, which bulged obscenely, much thicker than her wrist, and very slowly, her decidedly un-feline shaft began to emerge. Inch after inch after wet, glistening inch, soft and pink and tapered.

Stuart gasped, reaching out one hand and leaning over slightly to caress it, impressed at how well it filled his hand. "You take after your dad there," he said softly, and she nodded a little sheepishly. Her father was a Newfie hound, and although Amber looked like a small, creamy clone of her mother, her dual-gendered aspect was exceedingly canine. In a minute, it was as long as her forearm, hardening and swelling thicker still, rising up between his legs until it bumped into the underside of his midnight-black sac.

He giggled, stepping back to let her shaft rise freely, a full two feet long. It was almost exactly the same length as his, and a bit thicker, but on her much tinier body it looked absolutely enormous. At the very base, pushing her sheath back slightly, her knot was a faint bulge, a mere hint of it's eventual glory. "Damn," he breathed, petting it, the tip resting against his lower belly.

Amber nodded, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her stud on the lips. They stared into eachother's eyes, and she said two simple words, words she'd longed to say for years now.

"Turn around."

His eyes widened, but he nodded, smiling in nervous anticipation. He turned, one hand on the base of his shaft, the other resting against the tiled wall of the huge shower stall, his tail flicking back and forth, tossing water droplets. Amber licked her lips again, admiring the firm, taut rump that faced her, her shaft twitching with barely restrained lust. She was finally able to release the iron mental grip she had on her body, now that he wasn't looking, and her sac suddenly expanded like they had been hooked up to a garden hose. In moments, they were each like a basketball, larger than even Stuart's head, weighing heavy against her thighs.

She leaned down, kissing each sweet, dark cheek, giving them a nibble with her small sharp teeth. He gasped, and started to turn around again, but she gripped his hip and stopped him. "Ah ah ah!" she teased in a sing-song voice "You promised..."

Her knees bent, and she had to swing her hips back to place the tapered tip of her now steel-hard shaft against his opening. His tail was swishing wildly now, and she could see the muscles of his rump twitching. She giggled, admiring how adorable he was. It was both of their first times, but Amber had been too pent-up to be nervous. Nothing was going to stop her now!

She lathered a little bit of soap into her skin, wriggling her fingertips against his entrance and making sure the mild suds got everywhere. He neighed again, leaning forwards a little bit, his cheeks parting slightly, and with an uncontrollable mrowl, she pressed her hips forwards, and forced several inches into him.

He gasped, his feet almost slipping in the shower, his head thrown back. Amber was biting her lip hard, to keep from crying out, appalled at how shockingly good it felt, how tight and hot and inviting he was. She straightened her legs, gripping his hips and pulling with barely-restrained list, passing the halfway mark easily, before hitting more resistance at the eighteen-inch mark.

"My... stomach..." he groaned around clenched teeth, one of his big hands resting atop the newly-forming bulge in his belly. She knew what he must be referring to, and one of her hands slipped around his body to rest atop his. She pumped her hips once, and the bulge bounced against their hands, and she gasped.

"Oh my, God, that's me," she said, voice thick with desire. "But it's not... ALL of me," she growled, gripping his midsection firmly and simply grinding against him. His moans echoed off of the tile walls, and she worried for a second that his mother must SURELY wonder what was happening, but she was too caught up in the moment to really care. Her thighs met his, her huge and still-swelling sac pressing against the backs of his legs.

He looked down in shock. "Amber, your balls...! Jesus, they're huge! What happen-OH!" He leaned forward suddenly, resting his head against the wall, trying to stay standing. Amber gripped his hips with both hands, claws making little indents in his skin, and for the first time, her knot made it's presence known inside someone.

He could feel his hips creaking in protest, and the bulge of her shaft just below his sternum was joined by a much larger and rounder swelling below his belly button. Amber knew that, in the privacy of her bedroom, her knot got as big as a grapefruit, but this was something else entirely! "Shit... too... big..." Stuart was whimpering over and over again, but it was far, far too late to do anything about it.

Bigger and bigger the knot swelled, until it seemed like a watermelon had taken root behind his belly button. His legs were splayed out, his stance widening as he tried to give her flesh more room when there clearly was none.

"I... I think it likes you," she purred against his shoulders, thrusting her hips again. Her own legs were being forced out wide as her testes roiled and filled, faster than she could ever recall. Her own private experimentations in the shower had never produced a size like this, and she was briefly worried. How big could she get?! She'd always known she was a grower, but she'd never had the chance to see how big she got in the company of others, and her sweet stud was about to find out.

Her shaft began to grow anew, Stuarts torso stretching around the bulge as it pushed deeper into his body. The knot was still growing, slowly but surely, and her testes were like small beachballs know, the lower slopes past her knees, the sheer weight almost bringing her down.

"Thank God... the shower... is big..." she moaned, her hips bucking futilely. Her knot had tied them together more securely than superglue, and she knew the only way out was to finish the job. She reached around, placing his hands on his taxed belly, one on her shaft and one on her knot. He squeezed reflexively, still fearful but eyes rolled back with ecstasy. It may have been a LOT larger than he was expecting, but in spite of the awkwardness and impossibly uncomfortable way she was abusing his insides, he was in heaven.

Amber squeaked when there was a sudden bloom of heat on the bottom of her sac, and she realized that it had swollen large enough to now be resting on the bottom of the shower, and was in fact blocking the drain. Hot water began to pool around their ankles, and it only served to add more tingling arousal to her already borderline emotional state. With a creak of almost achingly taut skin stretching even further, her testes suddenly expanded several more inches, and she found her hind paws leaving the shower floor entirely, her body simply perched on her pressure-filled sac.

"I... I can't last much longer," she moaned, now holding onto him for balance, and dear life. Her knot was making Stuart's tender tummy look like he was carrying a baby to term, and she could feel the first few hot spurts of precum streaking through her shaft, beginning to fill his insides with the merest tiny taste of what it was about to receive.

"Wha... what's going to happen?" he asked, terrified of what her answer might be. Amber couldn't respond, though... her head was pressed hard against Stuart's shoulders, eyes clenched, teeth bared, hissing breath through her nose, focusing on how good her tight stud felt around her swelling anatomy, needing to finish SOON, before she got too big!

Her eyes flew open when she felt something inside her suddenly tense up, and she thought something inside had torn. Then the lightning bolt of her orgasm flew through her body, and she arched her back, yowling in sheer joy, digging her claws slightly harder into his body as she rode the tidal wave of her climax. Her knot inflated gloriously, and his hips visibly widened as it grew, seeming to take up all the available space in his body. A moment later, though, he knew it wasn't true. He felt her shaft get considerably thicker inside his body, and could actually feel the white-hot bulge of her first surge of seed as it moved up her length.

Both hands holding onto the shower walls for balance, his own equine erection flaring in response to her orgasm, his cry mingled with hers as the obvious outline of her shaft, wrapped in his skin, suddenly bulged like a crazy balloon. The first surge was easily a gallon, but the second was larger still, and the third still larger. His eyes bugged out crazily when he realized that each burst of seed within his body was larger than the last, and in moments his belly had bloated to double it's size, and was only speeding up.

Her body quivered electrically as she spasmed, over and over again, her sweet stud blowing up as if he had been connected to a firehose. Every few moments, his body plumped up further, and soon he doubted he could even get his arms around his figure. His moans changed pitch when his burgeoning flesh touched the shower was in front of him, and the pair were slowly pushed backwards.

The shower stall was large, a cube nearly nine feet on a side to accomodate Stuart's large frame, but as Amber came over and over again, it soon found itself half full, with spare room vanishing at an alarming pace. His body began to grow spherical, his panting reaching a fever pitch. "Amber... I... oh, God, I... it's... it's too much," he moaned, his feet kicking uselessly, his entire body now supported solely by his immense belly, and the knot that anchored them together. His hands moved over the slick, shower-wet fur, tight like a drum, and he wondered how this was possible...

Amber was still nibbling on his shoulders, trying to come to her senses, but for each enormous surge that flowed into his body, her balls were there to produce more, and still more behind that. She was becoming nervous herself, since this had NEVER happened whenever she pleased herself! Stuart's body was a phenomenal cum balloon now, the bottom resting on the shower stall, the top rising above his head, a ball almost seven feet across.

Then eight feet.

She squeaked when her back was suddenly pressed up against what had been the FAR wall of the shower stall, and he groaned in mixed pain and pleasure when his body pressed up against the other five flat surfaces. She nibbled up to his ear, cooing reassuringly.

"It's ok, sweetie... I'm almost done... I... oh, God, I hope I'm almost done."

The pressure increased, the still-bloating equine filling the corners of the shower stall. The door bent outwards slightly as Amber's bizarre anatomy tried to produce seed to match her desires, and was succeeding spectacularly.

"I... it's... too tight," Stuart just had time to moan, hands and feet wriggling uselessly...

In the living room, Mrs. Alice Hossley at watching Jeopardy. Above her head, her son Stuart was having a shower after a long football practice. He seemed to be taking a long time, but she knew boys that age sometimes didn't JUST get themselves clean in the shower. She chuckled, wondering if her sweet boy had found himself a girl yet.

Her question was answered, though not quite in the way she expected, by a loud, moist explosion from directly overhead. The floor creaked alarmingly, and she fancied she heard a strange, sloshing sound.

"Uhm... Mrs. Hossley?" came a nervous, and female, voice from the top of the stairs. "Can you call a doctor?"