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"You sure this is gonna work? I don't want some part of me to explode outta my body just 'cause you didn't vet this thing with a proper particle physicist!"

The thickly-built tiger snorted from ten meters away, still fiddling with the ramshackle particle emitter that sat, rather precariously, on its own tripod. "Hey, I did plenty of research when making this thing! Besides, you saw that couch at my place! Practically filled my living room with the damn thing!"

"Yeah, well I'm a hell of a lot different than a couch, Pub!" Mark folded his arms at his boyfriend, the svelt panther clad in nothing more than a showgirlish two-piece bikini, complete with silvery glitter. Being a rather well-hung male, of course, the top hung rather loosely upon his slender chest, and the bottom lay overfilled with his fuzzy sack and the top half of his semi-erect shaft, the great, black member pinned to his belly. That had been his boyfriend's idea, too, back when he'd put forth the brilliant idea of sending Mark to Las Vegas as a Strip performer (and an unofficial escort, if the clientele looked good enough), with him as the manager behind the whole thing, "How do I know you're not gonna make me look like a Quasimodo act?"

"'Cause I know! Besides, bois like you are coming up in the world! You could be a trailblazer out on the Strip with that body, if you just stood out from the crowd a little!" He slapped his cobbled-together device proudly, "And this baby'll do just that! You'll be twice as tall as those boring ol' girls, twice as eyes catching...and with twice the curves!" He winked.

Mark sighed, smirking and letting his arms fall back to his sides, "Somehow this just all ties back into you wanting more to fuck, doesn't it?" He slapped his bulging lower half gently, jostling his mighty package between his soft, shapely thighs, "Just like this costume."

"You wouldn't be mad if I said yes." The burly, chubby tiger winked, smoothing out his suit as he keyed in the firing sequence, his shoddy laptop beeping a positive tone. "You ready?"

Mark smirked, spreading his tail and arms wide, "Fire away, big fella. Just know you're putting me back together if I explode or something!"

Pub growled with delight as he jabbed the final control. The makeshift, barrel-shaped accelerator whirred and whined, crackling to life as the outlets across the warehouse strained and scrabbled for power. Mark's eyes bulged as a green glow flared to life within the barely, only having an instant to scream before a gargantuan, dissonant zap exploded across the room, slamming his chest and knocking him onto his rounded rear as if he'd been struck by lightning. Pub yelped as the accelerator belched a cloud of smoke and died with a final whine, running for his little lover, murmuring something frantically about "not enough testing" and "stupid, stupid, stupid!" as he skidded to a halt and knelt at the groaning, dazed panther's side. He grabbed the little male's arm, feeling for a pulse.

It was only then that Pub noticed something very strange: Mark was getting heavy.

With fingers clenched around the black-furred feline's swelling, formerly-petite wrist, Pub hauled him upright, grunting with exertion as his boyfriend coughed and sputtered, wrapping his torso in an enormous, relieved hug, "Oh thank God, Mark...I-I'm sorry, I don't know what happened! Th-that burst was huge!" He groaned as the panther swayed in his arms, laughing weakly as he was dragged along with the gentle rocking, marveling at the sensation of fur and flesh expanding within his arms, "My God Mark, it worked...you're...you're..." He grunted as his arms were forced apart by the swelling boi's chest, gazing up past a wide, glitter-clad breast to the panther's face, far above his own.

"You're getting big..."

Mark moaned, blinking away the tingling daze still lodged in his skull. His limbs lurched back to life, thumping and sliding upon the warehouse floor, arms moving to steady himself. The scantily-clad panther opened his eyes...and inhaled sharply, bouncing the tiger clinging to his chest, towering at seven feet tall from his seated position. "Wh-what the hell? Wh-what is this? Pub, what was that?" He boomed, his voice deepened and noticeably louder to the tiny, suit-clad little boyfriend, eyes bulging as he stared _down_upon the formerly-large tiger, "I-is this...Am I-"

"Massive?" Pub laughed with delight, slapping the swelling panther-boi's belly as he continued to rise upwards, hopping off his thighs, gleefully beaming at his mad alteration of his lover, "I dunno, big boi, why don't use those paws and find out?"

Mark, still bewildered, grunted and hauled himself off the floor, thighs rippling gently as his great form flexed. The feline's every motion gave off a wall-rattling thud, and with a few stumbling steps he towered before Pub, a staggering twenty feet tall. And, as the tiger stared up at those immense curves, past the swelling malehood still slung in a now-titanic two-piece bikini, he could already tell Mark's expansion showed no signs of slowing down.

"Woah...heh, I, ah, I think I may have overdone things..."

If Mark was upset, however, he didn't show it. Big green eyes lit up like neon signs, lush lips parting in a gleaming, fanged grin. He took a slow, ponderous step forwards, somehow saving his graceful motions even as the whole warehouse rattled with the resounding footfall. A draft swirled around the place as his great, fuzzy tail swished to and fro, and Pub could practically inhale the sweet-scented musk rolling off the behemoth of a twink.

"I think a little more juice was just what the doctor ordered, hun." The booming giggles above jarred Pub from his stupor, his jaw dropped as the titanic panther, surging towards thirty feet tall, was forced to crouch beneath the warehouse roof, wide, rounded rump wobbling over the creaking floor, his erect, monstrously-large shaft slapping his belly in a fleshy thunderclap. "You're always saying we've gotta make ourselves bigger and better, right?" He leaned down, warm breath ruffling the dashing suit that adorned the stout little feline at his toes, "I don't think acts get much bigger than this...and in my personal opinion, I'd say bigger is better here."

Pub balked and stumbled back as Mark's thick, dark toes rose up to meet him, stammering even as he watched in awe as his gargantuan boyfriend swelled into the remaining space in the warehouse, every last cubic foot filled with pristine black fur and soft, bouncing flesh, "B-but how are we gonna get you back into Vegas? Y-you're too big to leave the warehouse!"

The swelling panther winked down as his back creaked and pressed against the ceiling, his voice beginning to thunder as the whole warehouse crumbled around them, "Oh honey, I don't think I'll have any problem with that..."

When the Strip began to quake, most of the thousands of furs roaming the brilliantly-lit landscape of hotels and casinos paid it no mind. Perhaps some assumed the distant impacts were merely the bass of a particularly impressive party or stage show, or the heavy slams of construction some blocks down the street. But when the cars began to bounce on their suspensions, and their alarms began to wail, and the crowds began to stumble upon the sidewalk, the air erupted with screams and shouts. The choruses of frightened, baffled shrieks echoed up and down the boulevard, rising to their crescendo in time with the thunderous blasts. Each slam sent the Monte Carlo and the MGM Grand rocking on their foundations, the brilliant lights flickered unsteadily. Traffic jammed, the sidewalks flooded with panicked visitors, and from the sidestreets, a massive, monstrous black paw, feline in shape, lurched into view.

It swept left and right, shifting aside dozens of cars and trucks before it slammed into the asphalt, smashing an immense crater that crackled forth, sending displaced vehicles sliding towards each of those thick, massive toes. The crowds turned their frightened gazes up, up, up at the svelt, gargantuan figure that slid forth from between a pair of towering resorts like a god-king from his palace, and the cascade of thousands of jaws tumbling down in awe was nearly audible. Every last fur stared twenty stories up, past soft, smooth thighs the size of water towers and coated in ebony fur, paste a glittering, circus-tent-sized silver bikini that clung to a slender chest and failed to hold even a fraction of the monstrous, throbbing erection and the fuzzy, gigantic sack that supplied it. They all watched as a massive, toothy grin loomed above the vast boulevard, a deep, thunderous purr rattling windows as a feline face eclipsed the moon with a pair of shining green eyes.

Mark beamed down on the Las Vegas Strip, his giggles booming thunderously off of every building, resounding in every ear for miles around. With a cock of a vast, curvaceous hip he towered above the frozen crowds and the immobilized streets, letting his swollen shaft bounce and rock overhead like a fleshy, haywire construction crane, his scent bearing down on the cityscape like a massive thunderhead. With his plump asscheeks bouncing high above the sidestreets he chuckled, raising the palm that contained his suit-clad boyfriend up past his glittering chest, rumbling like an oncoming storm as he smiled down upon the tiger gazing down on their new playground from his palm. From his lush lips, the panther boomed his announcement to the entire Strip, flashing a winning, gleaming smile.

"Vegas, meet the new biggest and best attraction in town. Step right up! I think I'm gonna be the king of this place for a long time."