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This is a gift for Victoria Viper (FurAffinity)

Warning: This contains hyperphallia, bukkake, a femboy, muscle and cock worship.

Congratulations on your 10thanniversary, Vick! :D

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An Intense Workout, by DragonMasterX.

Unlike most orcas, Zachary Miles preferred to stay outside of the water. He felt uncomfortable around others of his kind, so he avoided beaches and public pools, ashamed of himself. Zach was the kind of guy who had it hard because of his appearance and demeanor; unlike the rest of the male cetaceans who clamored attention to their toned bodies due to attractive swimmer builds. Zach hadn't developed more than a pair of almost invisible biceps after years of contesting in swimming get-togethers. As a result of post-puberty "enhancements", he had lost interest in hanging around with the rest of his age group.

Zachary's insecurities about himself were physical. Aside the fact that his black and white rubbery skin was pretty much average, he was shorter than other orcas. The others were usually tall and formed, while he was small and lanky. But it wasn't a case of his being puny that drove him away from crowds; Zach had a rather peculiar case of hormonal imbalance which had put him quite over the average mark for nearly any measurement competition. He was hyper phallic, and the young teenager felt that much less eager to show himself in briefs or trunks with the obvious bulge he now sported. Shopping for underwear was a pain in the butt now that he had to struggle to fit two large grapefruit sized nuts within the constraint of fabric, ever pressing in his plump sack, dangerously teasing him with even the slightest movement.

Simply dropping his overstretched pants made Zach feel embarrassed; he wasn't just small and weak-looking, he was very shy and got embarrassed easily. Even his reflection on the bathroom mirror made Zach wince and turn his gaze away from that immense piece of manliness dangling from his crotch and well past his knees even when soft. He had measured it at two and a half feet when he wasn't aroused, which unsettled him when thinking about prospective mates. Worse still, he was still relatively young at 18, what if this was only the start of his "uneven growth spurts?" "At this rate I might have to start looking into dating giants..." he sometimes half-joked, half-whimpered.

But even that worrying prospect was hard to imagine given his low self-esteem because of the rest of his body. Zach had enough problems keeping his immense genitalia concealed in baggy clothes and supersized boxers, and even then something as innocent as a trip to the grocery store could turn into an adventure depending on the amount of people he passed by on the street. Sometimes it was hard to keep his thoughts in order, strangers staring at his girly way of walking and commenting on it made him feel even more awkward than when he was forced to listen to their whispers about what he was carrying inside his pants. Zach couldn't help the sway of his hips when walking; his package was so large that the stretch on his clothes made him walk straighter than usual whilst the fabric hugged the contour of his butt. "To all those strangers, I look like a girly boy running a gag for a TV show. If only they knew..." he would sigh to himself after the groceries had been dumped in his kitchen and he sank to his sofa.

The truth was he was rescinded to the size of his equipment; he had proven to himself that he could have a lot of fun and pleasure with his tool, even if it an erection was so heavy to carry that he needed both hands to handle it. That monster in his groin was very hard to please, so it was a guaranteed half an hour of euphoria when he had to relieve himself. Zachary had so far avoided the staggeringly embarrassing situations that put fear in his head. More than once he had imagined himself on a trip to the store and suffering a clothing malfunction, his immense orca spheres spilling out to greet and scare every customer in front of him. Zach couldn't help but blush and grow aroused when he thought about losing control and achieving a powerful erection in the middle of a walk, forcing everybody around him to see a giant phallus throbbing outside of his pants, shredding his big clothes as if the fabric was wet tissue paper. Part of him wished for a chance to be the target of undivided attention and ensuing worship. He stroked his manhood whenever he thought about it, feeling it twitch dangerously inside his oversized boxers made too small for genitals of his size. Part of Zach considered his self an attention whore.

The fantasies only multiplied with time. As a result of his shyness and lack of social predisposition, Zach had an alarmingly small amount of friends, even after entering college, and he still hadn't experienced sex. He made himself scarce as soon as the bell rung after each class, every day, for fear of being teased more than he had during his years in high-school. With his sexless life depriving him of basic biological needs that not even his hands could satisfy, Zach felt his underappreciated phallus reprise by making the huge gonads tightly stretching his scrotum go crazy with hormones. This produced no shortage of wet dreams and increased sensitivity, prompting the orca to take more than one unnecessary daily trip to the restroom to caress his rigid self. At any other time, Zach couldn't resist his raging hormones and fell victim to his own primal needs, rushing, barely contained, to the nearest place where he could have his privacy. College had been made extra hard due to this.

He didn't like relieving himself there, not just because of the likely presence of others, but due to the inordinate amounts of sexual juices his orbs could produce. Every orgasm Zach had lasted up to five minutes, during which that excessive amount of spooge sloshing heavily in his balls was blasted out like a fire-hydrant with its cap off. His extreme virility made climaxing a moment of adrenaline when the young orca barely could aim and make sure he could flush away all those copious amounts of whiteness that nobody was supposed to find. More than once Zach had left the bathroom in a rush, and more than once he had embarrassedly heard some of his classmates complain about the odd smell in the bathroom.

Zach cursed the day God had found it practical to make him so spectacularly disproportionate; the pleasure and fun were great, he had to admit, but the risks and the inadequacy he felt couldn't cover it right. But he had found a solution to his problem. His body was small, girly in other people's opinion. He had thought about it before, but he had finally decided that the reason for his small size was a lack of muscle mass that he was now determined to acquire. Zach had avoided the gym until then because of all of his insecurities, but one day while watching TV he stumbled across a show about a teenager who felt different to others and the trials and tribulations he had to suffer in order to make himself fit among others of his age. While Zach knew that character hardly had any physical problems or actual life problems that couldn't be solved with some counseling, he understood the gist of having to take a step forward in order to make things change. "The guy upstairs was glad to magically make my junk gigantic from one day to another, but I doubt he'll feel the same about my height and pectorals." Zach mused to himself as he gently smacked his chest, not flabby nor ripped, just flat. "Guess if I want an even body, I'll have to even it out myself!"

And so, Zachary resolved to sign up at the Hercules Gym half a dozen blocks away from home. It was the nearest one to his place and, he thought, would be easy to escape from in case things got excessively embarrassing. If he could find a good trainer to make him a routine and a diet for muscle building, he would get big and then he wouldn't have to struggle as much, since the proportions would allow him some breathing room with clothes selection. It was going to be hard, no doubt, but he was decided about his change. He was ready to face the new challenge!

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The following day, a pumped Zach left home with a smile in his face. The young orca had woken up early to visit his regular department store and get his self an outfit for training. Zach ended up favoring a generic muscle shirt and a baggy pair of pants, his outfit all grey in color. He had heard about grey being an inconspicuous, perhaps ignored color; that's what he was going for; maybe later on when he started changing he would start wearing brighter colors! For now, all he wanted was to start working out.

The Hercules Gym was located very close to the beach. Zach had passed by the complex several times on his way to college, and while it was a bustling place during the higher sun positions, early morning appeared to be tranquil and maybe homely, he thought. "I don't see a lot of people today... That's a good start, hehe." He chuckled to himself in a roguish way as he cheerfully stepped forwards, only to be pushed aside by what Zach's brain mistook for a bulldozer. The orca stumbled over and had to use his palms to stop himself from falling face-first onto the tiled floor as a hulking monster brushed him aside as if he was something less than a paper bag floating in the breeze. Zach was about to reprimand the offender when the words gathered at his throat and formed a plug that kept him from uttering a single peep. Just as his head tilted back he had to force his neck to crane slightly as the enormous expanse of a ripped torso and muscled back proverbially smacked the courage right off him.

Never before had the meek orca seen such a large hulking beast quite like that black cat that had just almost steamrolled him; the feline had to be almost seven feet tall, if not bigger! Zach felt hard pressed to complain and he immediately thought about apologizing, but the words didn't come out. He was knelt over submissively, as if he had just been hit for misbehaving like a pet. There was a certain amount of pressure holding the young orca down, something Zach couldn't quite grasp yet.

In the interim between Zach's dumbfound pose and the male black cat's walk towards the lockers, a shorter but decidedly well-built otter approached the orca and patted him on the back. In his stunned state, Zach could barely make out some firm reprimands and the name "Tom" hurled at the air, to which the cat stopped before turning around, piercing Zach's blue eyes with his green ones, before turning around and disappearing under the hallway. "I said: Are you okay?" the otter insisted, making sure to sound as clear as possible.

Finally snapping back to reality, Zach realized the concerned otter was talking to him now. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Don't mind Tom, gets on my nerves sometimes too, but he's a good guy," the otter hurriedly explained while helping Zach up. The orca blinked in surprise at the hasty speech, so the muscular otter quickly changed topics and outstretched his webbed hand, and slowed down. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ollie, the owner of this gym."

"Oh!" Zach woke up, reminded of his important goal. He put aside the hulking black cat and focused on the matter at hand. "I'm Zachary, but you can call me Zach! Uhm..." the introduction came out alright, but Zach's awkwardness manifested with a blush as he realized he had just been helped up from the ground by the owner. He wanted to thank him, and tell him how good he looked, and that he hoped to one day look as big and strong as he did, and to ask if it was possible to get as big as Tom... "I-I came here looking to work out." Smooth, he cursed himself.

"Well, you're at the right place, Zach!" the friendly otter patted the shorter Zach on the back and urged him towards the mostly vacant weight rack, "Anything in particular you want to work out?"

Zach shook the sudden idea he got off his head and thanked the neutral color he had picked for his gym clothes. So far his large bulge hadn't caused him an awkward moment, he didn't want to let subtle and unintentionally double-meaning phrases ruin the normalcy. After clearing his throat, Zach finally spoke clear, "Actually, this is my first time in a gym. I was wondering if I could get someone to tell me how to work out... if possible!" he said after a pause.

"Huh? First timer, no problem! Guess you want to run some fitness routines, do a bit of cardio?" Ollie used his arm to gesture in the direction of rows of treadmills and cycling equipment, but Zach bashfully shook his head and quietly responded.

"I wanted to try the uhm... weights, the ones over there." With the orca pointing at the rack of barbells and dumbbells as well as their respective weight plates, Ollie immediately was able to tell what the teenager wanted.

Jokingly, Ollie nudged Zach's shoulders, "Ah, muscle building. Trying to get big, huh?" he grinned, noticing the orca shying away slightly. It was all Zach could do to ignore the jealousy of Ollie's well defined pectorals nearly jutting out from his rock-hard chest, as if taunting him. Zach was tempted to ask if he could feel his muscles, just to test how firm those vascular mounds felt to the touch. Zach imagined himself in the otter's place, ripped and muscular, but the current, girly-looking Zach quickly replaced the image like a deflating balloon.

"Y-yeah," Zach nodded, but before he could make a question the otter interrupted him with a wink and a winning smile.

"I'll spot you, don't worry," the owner had noticed Zach's uneasiness. Ollie had plenty of help to get the kid started, but he figured since Zach had showed up so early he would test him out himself. Zach appeared encouraged after the offer.

Ollie showed Zach in and they picked a locker for him to stash his change of clothes until he was done working out. Zach thanked himself for having had enough foresight to bring a change of clothes even on the first day of training; he didn't like walking while sweaty.

From the earlier rough introduction, the pair quickly got to work on Zach's poor physique. Ollie admitted the teenager's drive and complimented his eagerness, but after almost being choked by the 5kg. Weight plates on a barbell, they decided to run over the fundamentals again. Zach knew he was doing his best. He could feel his body screaming for a rest after his muscles began to pulse with heat, never having exerted himself with so much equipment after a particularly normal (to him, hellish) warm up routine involving pushups.

"But I can't quit now!" Zach told himself even as he panted from the exertion. He could feel ghostly ants walking along his exhausted legs after working on the pulleys, the feeling creeping into his groin, telling him to sit down and wait, but Ollie continued to give him instructions. Truth be told, the otter had given Zach the softest starter course after measuring his aptitude, but to Zach, this felt like torture, having never tried it out.

"Hey, remember to drink water. You need to stay hydrated between every other set, okay?" Zach grabbed the transparent bottle of faucet water to chug down. He had never considered water could feel so tasty, all things considered. Ollie was stayed friendly despite his rigorous and strict demeanor with the training. Maybe this was the reality of those that wanted to be big and strong. Just as Zach was thinking that, he heard the disturbing sound of metal creaking and coming apart. Zach turned around and his arms dropped with barely the necessary strength to keep the sand-filled plastic dumbbells from falling on his feet. His jaw almost detached from his mouth as he turned his attention to Ollie who had walked off to reprimand the black cat from earlier, Tom.

Tom was holding a metal pretzel in his paws that no doubt used to be a barbell. The argument made it to his inner ears as cat and otter raised their voices like two pals in an overheated discussion. "Ah c'mon, man! Don't do that to my equipment!" Ollie excused himself with Zach and went to Tom's side.

"It was rusted and old, this was no good!" the muscular feline retorted as he stared down at the comparatively smaller otter that didn't seem to budge anyway.

"You know I was about to get them replaced; did you have to get them bent that way?"

"Save you some time before recycling it, don't I?"

"You sure you're not just showing off?" Ollie rolled his eyes while Tom shrugged his massive shoulders, walking away to put the mess of rusted iron bars on a corner where it wouldn't bother anybody. As for Zachary, he couldn't stop following every movement of the black cat's musculature. Every nuanced move, every inch of hard muscle that bulged and pulsed with raw power attracted Zach, putting him into a trance, as if Tom was the only thing that mattered once those black furred biceps swelled into boulders of strength.

Tom's pectorals were huge slabs of beef presented as perfectly symmetrical square mounds on his nude chest; Zach wondered if he had problems to find proper work shirts, or if he had torn through them all already. Zach could see him benching ridiculous amounts of weight that even a bodybuilder would think twice of risking their arms with; and even still, Zach could never see the cat lose a moment of concentration, maintaining form throughout the exercise of pushing up and down.

Biceps and triceps swelled into thick spheres, visually complemented by proportional, big forearms and fierce looking cat claws. Zach's eyes bounced from shoulder blade to shoulder blade as Tom began working on the machines at maximum capacity while his banter with Ollie continued. Meanwhile, it was all Zach could do to keep curling his little dumbbells to make as if he was actually paying attention to his work-out schedule. From the sound of it, even if Tom appeared to be a dedicated gym member, Ollie was still spotting for him as well, directing and critiquing, even if to Zach, Tom was the reason this gym was called Hercules.

The cat's legs were on the verge of destroying the pulleys on the quadriceps trainer; Zach's eyes were greeted by exposed calves and half of Tom's muscular back-thighs popping from under his workout shorts, he had a very well-defined backside. "What am I thinking...?" Zach shook his head, about to completely lose his composure. He had never felt as astonishingly aroused by another male before, yet that rough, edgy looking muscle cat was everything he wanted to think about at that time. When Tom shifted his position to work the rest of his leg muscles with the pulleys, Zach's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, reaction that didn't go unnoticed by the black cat. Zach hadn't been expecting the big package to have an even bigger thing attached to it, that's about what his mind could process at the time until he realized he was rudely staring. Too late, the black cat thought; but Zach did his best to simulate being distracted by the clock above them and gently set his dumbbells down. "Uh, O-Ollie!" Zach meekly called while waving; "I finished all my sets, b-but my arms feel a bit sore. Is it okay if I take a rest now?"

"Oh, that's great, Zach! Hmm, we had one more track to cover, but you're right. It's your first day after all, haha!" Ollie laughed as he left his working out best friend and customer. He didn't notice Tom's glare and grin combined into the expression of a sadistic predator that had taken ahold of Zach, whose best move was to let his face flush deep with color that turned the white of his cheeks pink. There was a small moment of silent that seemed to last ages to Zach until the illusion was broken by Ollie putting a hand on Zach's sore shoulder. The orca couldn't help but moan in a bit of pain, his whimper having come out a tad higher-pitched than he had intended, making Tom's smirk grow. "Sorry, your delts are getting used to the workout. You'll be sore for a bit, but I promise you'll be doing much better on the days to come! Now go hit the showers, we'll talk about membership fees tomorrow."

"Uh... oh, the fees. Right, yeah. Th-thanks Ollie!" Zach babbled and nodded before using the excuse of the washing after the workout to escape the awkward situation. He scampered off as fast as he could to Ollie's surprise.

"What did you do to him?" Ollie asked as the little orca disappeared from sight.

"It's not what I did to him," the black cat smiled as he took a deep breath and threw his towel over his head as he finished his routine and stood up. "It's what I'm about to do to him."

Ollie rolled his eyes, "Don't scare him off, Tom. I need the customers!"

Tom snickered as he ruffled his head with the towel and returned it to his shoulder, "Oh, he will stay. Membership guaranteed."

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"What was that all about? Did he know I was staring? Damn," a distressed orca boy waddled through the lockers, struggling to find his numbers, "What's wrong with me? Staring at that rude person like that... I don't like show offs, so why is he so...?" his train of thoughts crashed at the same time a thick black finger flew past his eyes and positioned itself on the numbers above Zach.

"You want the opposite row," a deep, commanding voice rattled poor Zach's nerves, and the orca turned around only to find himself in a similar position to the beginning of the day. Pure muscle and smooth black fluff greeted the meek orca, who couldn't help but stutter.

"H-huh...?"

"Ollie assigns newbies the first available locker in an empty row. Control freak, you know. You want the opposite row." Tom chuckled before pushing himself away from the lockers and walking off to his own. It was all the confused Zach could do to not melt into putty; and the cat hadn't even touched him. A deep red tint spread on the frustrated orca's cheeks as he turned and slowly made his way to the opposite row, while two hungry eyes followed the slightly exaggerated sway of his hips.

"Ollie was right; he gets on your nerves easily..." Zach admitted in his mind as he let out a small sigh when he thought he was out of the feline's view, then he smiled in relief, "But he doesn't seem to be a bad person. At least he told me where my locker was."

Zach opened the metal door with a little creak that intensified as he felt his arm shake, "Damn, I'm exhausted! Hmm, maybe this is how it starts. No pain, no gain." The orca nodded to himself and swiped his towel out before heading towards the showers.

The stalls were very well kept. No rust on any of the shower heads or pressure handles, not even on the metal drains. The tiled surfaces were smooth to the touch, both the walls and the floor. Zach observed the light blue squares on the ceiling creating the illusion of a clear sky; very relaxing. The orca wondered if Ollie liked interior design. "Maybe it was like this when he bought the building? But everything seems so new and well maintained..." he debated in his head as he absent mindedly stripped his shirt off and deposited it inside a plastic bag on a corner. Zach carefully helped his tail out of the large baggy pants he had been wearing and frowned his brow when he saw the awful tent on his oversized boxers, "Damn. I didn't take care of it since I woke up so early today... Ngh, that's why it felt like I had ants in my pants while doing the sit-ups. I better shower quick and go back home!"

As Zach started to remove his boxers, he was forced to stifle a groan when the rubber band of his boxers snapped around his thighs and the expanse of his ball sack, "Ugh, did it break already? Shit, was it because all the sweat?!" he grunted, cursing himself for not having shopped for extra boxers his size earlier that day; he had a pair of boxers for changing, but it was always a pain to have to deal with his oversized member and testicles destroying his wardrobe. Zach carefully removed what was left of his boxers but accidentally ripped them audibly. "Agh, crap! Hope nobody heard that..." he frantically looked around, sighing in relief when he detected no one. Fed up with his boxers, and with shaky arms, he just pulled and ended up ripping the damaged underwear in two, his gigantic orca penis flopping out, nestled between his equally enormous, round balls. Frustrated, Zach threw the boxers into the plastic bag with his pants and then hid behind one of the stalls.

Zach was having a hard time with his manhood, needing to grit his fangs to keep himself from moaning. The thick rod hanging past his knees was twitchy, as if a thousand little bugs were crawling on his excited flesh, begging for him to put his hands to work. Zach shook his head to dissuade those perverted thoughts, knowing anybody might walk in and see him; he didn't need that on his first day of working out. "Why am I so damn horny...? Down, keep down!" he mentally whimpered as he made the flaky attempt to push his rising rod down with his hands. The engorged meat responded by sending a jolt of pleasure to the touch, hyper sensitive due to the neglect and Zach's own fantasies that he was failing to keep in check.

Zach thanked that he had been the first one to retire to the back in the gym. Sure, it was still early, and not every gym member used the lockers, and just went home after their routine was done. With his goal set on getting away as soon as possible without anybody seeing his giant piece of orca meat growing to its full size, Zach threw his shoulder against the shower wall and reached down with one of his hands to turn the cold water on at max. "This is what I need!" he shut his eyes and hissed when the ice-cold shower hit his right shoulder and dripped down his back, making him arch and groan as the rubbery skin of his body adjusted to the change in temperature. His raging erection became more tamable as the cool feeling of cold water soothed his screaming muscles, regulating his blood flow. "Ahh... much better..." he said without thinking, finally finding a moment of relaxation after that ridiculous wrestle with his penis.

The hyper orca could feel the pain melting and his heart beating slower, the pulsing in his arms and legs subsiding. Now he understood why athletes and intense work outs are usually associated with cold showers. Sure, he would've preferred to soak inside a hot bath tub and melt with the water, but the cold, after the few seconds of feeling its chill, felt very comfortable now. So comfortable in fact that he just couldn't help pressing his forehead against the tiled wall and let his arms dangle down while he supported his body by leaning against the wall. It had been only two hours of work out, but those had left him exhausted. He could've just fallen asleep, ignore everything surrounding him. The pleasant sound of water splashing and draining away on the floor was enough for Zach's weary mind. Nothing else mattered to him.

"Hey, fishy."

But Zach couldn't hear as he was lost in his own world of relaxation. It wasn't until his dream was interrupted by a growl that he just snapped back and almost lost his breath in an instant.

"I said you're in my shower stall, fishy." Zachary couldn't say he cared for the ignorance at the end of that statement, but his big balls didn't matter much at the sight of the black mountain muscle staring down at him. Zach gulped.

"S-sorry," he managed to spout out with a little whimper, "I-I didn't know. I'll switch." The orca tried to move away but a swift paw grabbed and pulled him by the tail back under the cold shower.

"I didn't say you had to switch. Just make room," Tom grinned maliciously, Zach gulped again as he saw those feline fangs forming the most menacing grin he had seen to date. "It's my favorite stall after all."

"I uh..." but Zach didn't get to finish. The immense feline just made his way into the large stall. Zach was pushed against the wall by the advancing bulk, smothered by four rows of thick defined abdominals that appeared to have been sculpted from marble. The orca felt overwhelmed and confused at the same time; did this person realize there wasn't enough space for two people in the same stall? Zach was being intoxicated by the manly smell exuding from the cat's armpits and the rest of his furry body, "No wonder," he thought, "He was working out with impossibly heavy stuff."

The reasoning wasn't enough to give Zach peace of mind. Tom had begun washing himself already under the cold water. Zach could see those thick, muscular arms gliding under each other to scrub and soap the black fur. The tall cat had a lot to wash, Zach observed. From his thick neck sandwiched by his enormous shoulders, down to those perfectly cut pectorals and circumventing the powerful flanks. It wasn't just the armpits, Zach finally decided, it was the entirety of that Adonis of a cat that exuded masculinity, and the little orca was drowning in it.

What made Zach restless the most was the inevitability of the cat finding out about his half-hard oversized member, but then those concerns flew right outside the window when Zach made the attempt to separate himself from the soft fluff on the otherwise rock-hard body. The orca remembered the moment when he saw that bulge back in the gym area, and it hadn't been lying as to the contents. The moment the cetacean decided to give in to his curiosity and check Tom's leg muscles was the second he discovered the source of that powerful musk burning his nostrils. Now it wasn't any wonder Ollie hadn't batted an eye at Zach's bulge earlier!

Tom was washing his head, eyes closed. Zach couldn't believe his eyes. The inner halves of both of the feline's legs was invisible, the sight obstructed by a thick pillar of cat sheath. Swinging like a pendulum at the tip with even the slightest movement, the fluff covered phallus belonging to Tom put even Zach's virility to shame. Never mind their clear height difference, Tom's immensity nearly touched the floor, and there was no way it was hard. The cat was a monster. "He's a monster...!" Zach repeated in his head, trying to flee with urgency. As if predicting his movements however, Tom twisted his hips, the massive piece of kitty flesh brushing the weak orca with enough weight to obstruct his escape. "Uh! Excuse me! I'm uhm... done."

"Done?" Tom opened an eye as he washed behind his ears, looking down at the terrified orca. That sight was delicious, Tom admitted to himself. That look of innocence draped with horror was like an art piece, his eyes devouring the smaller mammal with intention. The more the girly orca fidgeted, the more eager to tease him Tom became. "You're not done. You haven't even started!"

"Ah uhm... b-beg your pardon?" Zach gasped when Tom suddenly leaned down and, with a cold stare and a knowing smirk, inched his face close to Zach's. Zach braced and closed his eyes, but then nothing happened. His nostrils flared a bit and then relaxed when he picked up a sweet aroma, then he slowly reopened his eyes to see a big paw holding a soap bar on its palm.

"Help me wash my back. Can't reach it."

At that moment, Zach thanked the heavens for Tom's huge chest, probably too big to let him look down with ease; that simple command had taken out a lot from Zach; it had shaken him deeply to his very core. The orca couldn't explain it to himself, was it the tone, the loudness, perhaps Tom's size that intimidated him? Since the beginning of the day Zach had felt pushed around by the much larger cat, and it was hard to deny that for some reason it felt right to him. The cat was huge, he was small. It was a natural relationship from a twisted point of view: As a weak little orca, he was meant to service the stronger male. The thought had its appeal, an overpowering sense of righteousness but above all, it turned him on. His brain needed little more reason. With a full erection yet a silent disposition, Zach swiped the bar from Tom's hand, who returned a smile and turned around, crouching to enable access to his broad back.

"Oh god..." Zach became instantly enamored by the sheer amount of musculature greeting him. Like mountains covered in beautiful, smoothed-down black fluff, Tom's body took up all of Zachary's view. There was no way he could pull back now even if he wanted to. Bringing his soapy hand up, Zach made the shy approach to squeeze the small of Tom's back, hiccupping a bit as the big cat growled.

"Today, fishy."

"My name's Zach..."

"You're a fishy, so get to work."

At the rude command, Zach's cheeks puffed out slightly. There was no reason to be so brusque, but at the same time, the embarrassment had an aphrodisiac effect on him. Zach could feel his balls swelling, becoming heavier and fuller while his rod twitched in need. Did he want to be treated like this? "But I want those muscles..." the orca told himself with desire. He wanted to feel those muscles, squeeze them, play with them... worship them. "So bulgy, his bulk is... endless!" Zach thought to himself as he eagerly scrubbed with one hand before quickly resolving to use both for maximum effect. He could hear the cat rumbling deeply, approving of his actions.

The orca couldn't take his eyes off that furry Hercules's back. The only moment he did that was to throw a glance at Tom's perfect, muscular butt and his massive bowling balls swollen even larger than Zach's. Zach wondered if the cat was aroused as well. Why had he pushed his way inside like that? "Enough. Get my legs now."

Zachary blushed and shied away when Tom stood up, rising like an obelisk that could have crushed him without a second thought. The cat turned back to face him and almost got that black sheathed baseball bat in Zach's face. The moment was awkward for the cetacean, but the feline showed his impatience rather quickly, "Now, fishy."

"Orcas aren't fish..." Zach mentioned to the air, fed up with the undeserved comparison. He discovered his folly when Tom seized Zach by the chin and forced him to look up at him past the expanse of his bulky chest.

"You are a fish to me," Zach trembled, frozen in place, "You squirm like one. I wonder. Would you taste the same?" Tom grinned, making the orca shake his head. "Say it. You're the fishy I caught."

Zach didn't even want to debate the silliness of the situation, but he wasn't big on the idea of being on the receiving end of this cat's rage. "I'm a fishy..."

"Then wash my legs, fishy." Tom repeated, satisfied by the answer. Zach whimpered a bit and averted his gaze the second he was let go. He trembled again, not from fear, but from arousal. He needed to relieve himself, he was living a fantasy out of his imagination and he didn't know how to handle it.

"Just do what he says." Zach's mind encouraged. The orca breathed in deeply and gently approached the thick, powerful feline legs and without doubt began to scrub and massage. The soap released bubbles around them, Tom silently watching Zach work. The orca was amazed at how hard and big his calves were; there was no doubt now that Tom was a body builder, an extreme one at that, yet he was good in proportions no matter from what angle Zach approached him. He was like a living sculpture of a Greek god, made simply to appease a mortal's eyes, to elicit latent emotions Zach didn't know he had.

After a while of constant scrubbing and massaging, Tom finally opened his mouth. "You do some good work, fishy. Time to reward you."

"R-reward? I don't... I mean, th-thanks but no... I mean, I really have to go!" the orca tried, but Tom, ever the one-track minded brute, seized Zach by the wrists and turned him around against his will. Zach blushed and almost came simply from the two seconds it took to manhandle him into a giver's position. "T-Tom...?"

"Don't call me by name here, fishy. I'm your master. That's all you need to know."

"M-master...?" Zach repeated incredulously, his nervousness only growing as he felt contact on his buttocks. Tom was prodding Zach around the base of his finned tail, as if testing the resistance of his rubbery skin and muscles underneath.

"Mmm," Tom purred approvingly, "You don't just walk like a girl. You have a girl's bubble butt." Zach blushed and gritted his teeth, stifling a moan when Tom parted his ass cheeks and planted a digit against his tail-hole pucker.

"Ahhh, no-no! Wait! I'm... I'm not!"

"Oh, but you are, fishy. You just don't know it yet," Tom stated heavily, making his point by inserting his thick finger inside the orca's back door. Zach's hiccup was followed by a sharp cry as his rump was violated. "Relax, or it'll hurt."

"B-but, ahh...!" Zach couldn't help rising his volume. He was enduring an intrusion he had never prepared for. The cat, however, mercilessly continued. Despite Zach's protests, that finger dug deeper and deeper, making Zach writhe and thrash around in an attempt to escape, but Tom was holding him down with his free hand, holding his waist as if Zach was little more than a life-sized doll, a toy, a fuck toy, Tom's fuck toy.

At one point, Tom stopped and then began to remove his finger. Zach gasped in relief, but then moaned loudly as the digit buried itself deep inside of him again. Zach moaned louder, he could feel the pre-cum dripping out of his twitchy pole, splashing against the wet floor alongside the rain from the shower head. Tom's finger fucking was making it hard to think straight, making even something as simple as protesting impossible; all Zach was capable of was moaning. "You like it, don't you, fishy? You like it a lot. You're a real slut."

"I-I am...?" Zach asked himself with the little amount of processing power left inside his brain. The invader within his anus was definitely stretching him beyond what had been meant for him to take, making the pain mind-numbing. Yet the pleasure that came from being so brutishly handled was doing its part to mess with Zach's perception of pain. It wasn't until a few minutes of the rough finger-fuck that Zach began to ask himself if it really hurt as much as he thought it did. The stuffing was making him feel awkward, sure, but there was no denying his horniness was being satiated, his arousal pacified.

Zach exploded like a bomb, screaming out loud as his climax manifested in a torrent of orca semen that blasted the shower stall and splattered the walls, the floor, himself and even partly, Tom. Satisfied, the cat finally removed his finger and let Zach take a breather once the spurts had calmed down. The orca panted as he felt his legs bend at the knees. With the rush over, Zach realized the grip on his waist wasn't there anymore. Since when had Tom let go? He looked back at the cat for an answer and instead, Tom merely smirked and nodded downwards. "That was a good warm up. I needed you ready to get your reward, fishy."

Words couldn't describe the helplessness of the moment for Zach, who couldn't even twist his exhausted hips to move around. Instead, Zach was forced to see the big cat holding his shaft at the base, the sheath retreated to reveal hot red meat bending at the center of the dick, dribbling pre-cum by the bucketful. The orca's paralyzed eyes told the story to Tom, whose penis continued to grow harder and more rigid until the bent shape acquired an engorged pole shape the cat had to use both hands to hold up well past his own chest. "W-wait... hold on...!" Zach tried to plead, still exhausted, but deaf was the pair of ears of the horny cat.

With a light pull of Zach's waist, Tom lifted the small orca's bum up and aimed his oversized member at the smooth creamy buttocks. Zach watched in horror and whimpered as Tom rubbed water all around his giant penis, possibly to soften the coming penetration. Water wasn't enough, but Tom didn't look like the type to wait. The cat reared back, pulling his hips until he was able to position that pulsing meat pole of unmatched size right outside Zach's ass. "Please don't...! You'll split me in half!" the orca cried out in desperation, but his complaints became drowned by the loudest scream of his life as his anal hole was suddenly spread to its limits and beyond. Zachary could hear Tom's purr of delight. All the orca could do was bury his face against the floor to muffle his screams of pain as Tom forced more and more of his titanic endowment in the cramped space that was Zach's poor asshole.

The cat couldn't have been happier. Tom's fuck had turned out to be a very tight fit, and he wasn't even a quarter of his length inside. The kid was crying out loud, moaning like a little virgin. He loved that, "Fuck yeah!" he shouted out loud, suddenly thrusting a whole foot of cat meat inside the squirming orca, who could only helplessly scream. Tom pushed and pushed, not stopping even for a second.

"I'm... ahh... I feel like I'm going to explode...!" Zach tried to appeal to Tom, but only got more cock stuck in him. He felt his ass doing its best to accommodate that huge member inside, even as it continued to push further and further inside. How his insides hadn't been seriously hurt remained a mystery to Zach. The Adonis was an incomparable monster, and he didn't seem interested in leaving a single inch outside of Zach. Knowing that Tom wasn't going to stop, Zach instead braced and summoned what strength was left in him to tighten himself. He found that working his hips back and allowing the horny cat to go inside was more fruitful than trying to pull out; perhaps his body would adjust. The pain was unbearable at first, just like the initial insertion, but unlike that "test run", the abuse in his tail hole was major; Zach was dealing with several feet of cat cock and it felt endless. He felt impossibly full; Tom was sinking inside for all he was worth, intruding deeper than one should be able to.

And it was heavenly. For some reason, whatever hell Zach just gone through had instantly vanished. He could feel stretched to the maximum; in fact, he became more restless than ever when he started to see his stomach bulge out with the shape of Tom's giant glans pushing his skin out. It was almost as if Tom's erection was growing out of his belly. Zach put a hand down on his distended stomach, panting and moaning as more and more of the cock became visible. There was no reason this could have been possible, but it was happening; Zach was being fully penetrated by Tom's extraordinary dick! And he was loving it, possibly even more than Tom was. Zach couldn't speak and all he could manage was rhythmical panting complemented by the muscle bound feline's primal grunts of lust.

Like a sex-starved beast, Tom wasted no time starting his pelvic thrusts. Zach could tell he was being relatively gentle, as the strength this monster of a cat possessed would've made it a cinch to tear him apart in a single hump. But even after completely lodging that giant penis inside of Zach without giving him time to breathe, the cat had begun to pace himself. "Grrr... you're liking this, aren't you, fishy?"

Zach's quivery body shook and the orca didn't make eye contact as he slowly nodded. "You're not liking this, you're loving it. I can tell!" Tom boomed with laughter, causing Zach to blush and grip the outline of his belly where the shaft was outstretching it, "Ohhh, good little fishy. You get some extra roughness because of that."

The eyes of Zach shut tightly and he gritted his fangs, holding onto the shaft with his hands while his toes curled. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But it also felt good. It felt unbelievably good to be stretched like this, beyond what was possible, losing his virginity in such a bestial, brutal manner. Zach had been aware that he had been craving something like this; he simply didn't know he did. His own dick agreed, twitching and spewing more and more pre as if he was climaxing.

Both of the males' orgasms were near. Tom picked up his pace, his growls growing in intensity as his balls violently smacked into Zachary's. Their humongous sacks made loud slapping sounds as wet fur met wet rubbery skin, almost like in a spanking session between scrotums. Both were plump sacks, both were oversized, tightened pairs of testicles overeager to release their payload. Tom was spurting pre inside of Zach, who could feel the goo coat his innards and presumably aid Tom's shaft by naturally lubricating it. It wasn't very long until their sensations peaked.

Like a ton of bricks, Tom hit his orgasm, following with an unbridled roar of pure ecstasy. Zach was next with his second climax, pushing out a scream that almost damaged his vocal chords. The two grunted and moaned as profuse ejaculation commenced. Zach pawed at the ground as he felt his ass clench hard against the shooting shaft, sperm filling his insides to the limit and beyond. The sheer volume of spooge filling Zach was so much in fact that it began to drip down his buttocks, being pushed out through the little crevices between his pucker and the oversized cat penis.

Zach's massive orca dong didn't fall behind. If there was something Zach's package could outdo Tom's it was in quantity. The sperm just didn't stop flowing. Zach opened his eyes to see a thick stream of cum hit the wall and splash them, this time coating both toy and master in white. The mixture of water and their sexual juices met at the floor, clogging the drain before it began to pool around their feet. Zach couldn't stop himself; this was the biggest orgasm of his life. Even Tom had to stop to admire that growing puddle of sperm. He grinned, patting his fishy's ass, "That's some really nice payload. Look at all the mess you made!"

The orca blushed and looked back, smiling bashfully. For some reason, he didn't feel embarrassed from a negative tease, but proud about the compliment. "Th-thanks..." Zach finally said. Tom growled and slowly began to pull out, the immense half-hard phallus a sticky gooey mess. Zach watched his belly deflate to its normal proportions, surprised about his own elasticity. He shivered when he felt the excess of Tom's load pour out of his abused asshole like a broken dam, pooling into the big mess staining their feet with sticky white goo. "Ahhh..." Zach finally sighed in defeat, collapsing into the smelly, musky pool of spooge slowly draining down the mostly obstructed tube under them. There was so much cum everywhere around them, on them, under them... so much of it. It was going to take time to clean it all up, but Zach thought about the calmness of water raining down on him as it warmed up; Tom probably had turned the hot water on. Zachary felt himself slowly slipping away into an unconscious state. The exhaustion was too much.

The work-out session had been more intense than he had ever imagined.

The End.