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Gorillahancement

SynTech Slushpile #21

Characters (C) YolkMonkey

Content Warning: CV (non-perma), muscle, muscle growth, cum inflation

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The countdown to the start of the stream ticked away second by second at the top of the screen in white, while the word's “Varfu's Big Time Stream" flashed in a matching font across the bottom. Occupying the rest of the stream's real-estate were a chat box in the right-corner and a pair of bars in the left corner. The background behind all the stream's features was a close-up picture of a pair of beefy pecs, enormous slabs of hard muscle captured at peak flex. The dense, deep gray pelt stretched taut enough for the blood vessels and fibrous muscles to pop against it. Below the numbers, the base of a straining neck buried in mounds of muscular shoulders loomed, but the picture cut off before showing the owner of the enormous barrel chest.

The chat box scrolled at a quick pace - most comments didn't last more than ten seconds before disappearing at the top, though most were simply emojis - hearts, watches, wide eyes, eggplants, and the like, along with a scattering of memes and jokes only veterans of the program would understand.

The two bars on the other side of the screen remained steady, though the one in red rose at a bit of a slower pace. The green bar ticked up as well, especially once the timer reached double digits. Icons indicated the purpose of what each bar measured: the red bar's icon was of a gorilla with a goofy, drooling ahegao expression in a cartoony style; the green bar featured a similarly styled drawing of a bunch of money clutched ina massive gray fist with smooth, soft fingers and palms.

The chat scrolled even quicker as the countdown approached and dozens of messages about the “quick reps" appeared. The red bar rapidly rose for a few seconds just as the screen changed.

“Welcome to Varfu's Big Time Stream! I'm Varfu!"

Framed by a variety of free weights and equipment in the background of what appeared to be a garage with sheets draped over the walls, Varfu curled his arm and popped his bicep as he flashed a wide grin into the camera. The gorilla's dark features glinted in the lights bolted crudely to the ceiling above him as the tight shorts around his hips - the only clothes the impressively large specimen wore - stretched around his meaty thighs. The gorilla's huge biceps thickened further, even larger than his thighs, as he curled his arms up.

“Nnnnggggghhhhyeaaaahhh!" he roared. The heavy ridge of his brow stuck out from beneath a red and yellow bandana that squeezed tight around his head and pinned back his ears. “Feel that burn! How you all doin' out there? Feelin' good? 'Cuz I'm feeling great!"

The nine-foot-tall beast reared back, resetting his biceps and flexing his torso, causing the slabs so prominently featured on the pre-stream loading screen to bounce and dance above his hard, dense belly. The gorilla's abs didn't individualize, being far too thick and built to allow any space between them. The hard belly melded into his wide hips and thighs, powerful enough to easily lift and carry the enormous bulk above. Just in frame, his calves flexed, bulging from the back of his knee down to his ankle with raw strength.

“Alright, listen up, workout buds," Varfu grunted, leaning forward and relaxing his arms. “We're gonna have a special show today! As you all know, Atari's Gym is a big sponsor of the show, and today, we're going to get a hands-on demonstration from one of their top personal trainers!"

The chat scrolled rapidly, but the big gorilla's eyes scanned the screen as he leaned forward towards the camera, getting the gist of the chat's concerns, before leaning back again and shaking his head.

“Nah, you guys got it all wrong!" he said. “I may know what I'm doing now, but I don't know what I don't know, so in other words, you never know what you'll know if you don't know that you don't know!"

Varfu paused, mouthed the last few words silently, then nodded. His math added up. The big gorilla grinned and turned around, showing off the bulges of his shoulders as he rotated them around, loosening himself up.

“Now that that's all settled, let's meet our trainer for the day, straight from Atari's Gym - it's Ross the trainer!"

A raccoon whose ears barely came up to the massive gorilla's ribcage walked onto camera from the side, waving and flicking his large, bushy tail around behind him. He was cute and lithe, with a plump rear end held aloft by a pair of white shorts a size too small, so that they clung to his hips and thighs, accentuating his tone, wiry build. The words “Atari's Gym" and the gym's logo appeared on the right trunk leg in black, while the same logo was on the tank top that hugged the raccoon's lean chest and flat, hard belly.

“Hi, Varfu! It's great to be here!"

After going through the introductions, the raccoon - full name Ross O. D'Uovo - explained what he'd be doing for the training session.

“At Atari's Gym, we don't tolerate abuse of harmful, addictive drugs, but we do encourage the use of natural supplements that allow your body to reach its fullest potential," the raccoon said. His friendly voice was perfect for television, and as he spoke, he walked around the big gorilla, measuring the much larger male up with his eyes. “We've offered a full range of Atari's Gym-brand supplements for years, and we're excited to announce that, in partnership with SynTech, we're ready to debut an all new way to maximize your gains! It's called SynTech Enhancement for Males with High Energy Needs, or SEMHEN!"

Varfu nodded along, accepting a package that the raccoon handed him. The gallon-sized jar of powder looked tiny in his fingers as he peered at the bright colors on the labels and read the various health claims.

“Fully backed by SynTech scientists, this revolutionary protein supplement guarantees immediate results," Ross declared. “I know it sounds too good to be true, but that's why I'm here, on a live stream, with no editing or video manipulation, to show you all how it works!"

“And I'm here because I love testing this shit for 'em!" Varfu said, sticking out his huge arm and flashing a giant thumbs up.

Ross disappeared off screen and returned a moment later with a large plastic pitcher full of a gently glowing blue liquid.

“I took the liberty of preparing this ahead of time. Your own personal size requirements may differ, so please consult the label carefully when using our product!" he said, beaming as he struggled to lift the pitcher over his head and pass it to Varfu without spilling any. “The blue glow means its working - SynTech's patented ReadyGlow technology means you'll always know when you've achieved perfect consistency!"

Varfu's shoulders and head leaned back as he tipped the pitcher into his wide muzzle, easily chugging the glowing blue substance before smacking his lips and licking them clean.

“Hey, the flavor's not bad, either! It's a little salty, though."

The raccoon nodded sympathetically. “Unfortunately, we had to increase the salt content to ensure proper water retention and electrolyte balance. You'll see why in a moment."

Varfu nodded and bounced on the balls of his flexible feet, then to his toes, and back again. He curled his arms and grunted.

“Well, let's get started! What's our first exercise, boss?"

“I'm excited you're so eager to get started!" Ross said, flicking his ringed black and brown tail. “First, we'll need a chair - how about that one?"

Varfu grabbed the large, four-legged chair and dragged it into view of the camera. The chat scrolled rapidly as the gorilla's muscles flexed when he lifted it up and sat it down, turning it in the direction the raccoon directed.

“Great! Have a seat, Varfu!"

A bit confused as to why he'd be sitting down before working out, Varfu nevertheless complied. Ross walked up to the gorilla's wireless camera and plucked it from the mount, then turned it towards Varfu before strutting back across the room and handing it to him. Even more confused, Varfu nevertheless pinched the delicate electronic device by the small stand attached to the bottom and turned it on his own face.

“Hey, this is definitely something different," he said. “Just like I told you all, you never know what you know, but… wait, that's not it… was it, you don't know what you don't know you know? Uhhh… oh!"

The gorilla's eyes abruptly widened and he instinctively turned not only his head, but the camera towards his lap, angling the view to match his own - beefy slab-like pecs, hard belly, and a pair of black-socked hands tugging his shorts down. Varfu's lips pulled back on one side and he snorted as he watched Ross drag his shorts to his ankles.

The raccoon grinned up at the camera and gorilla as he pressed his palms lightly to the insides of the much larger male's knees.

“Now, I won't be talking too much during this workout, but I think you'll get the gist of it pretty quickly!" he said, his voice just as bright and friendly as ever. “For those of you without as much experience as a professional trainer like me, you may want to perform these exercises with someone closer to your own size."

“Not that I mind showin' off my junk," Varfu grunted, his smirk remaining as his thick, smooth, black shaft draped across the cushion between his muscular thighs, “but what kind of exercise means I have to take off my shorts?"

“Oh, that's just for convenience," Ross said. The raccoon grinned, closed his eyes, then lurched forward. His hands grabbed the base of the gorilla's thick stalk as his jaws stretched around the tip. Though the fat, flaccid length was thicker than his own wrist, Ross's eyes barely flinched as he swallowed around the tip, pushing his nostrils firmly into the base of the gorilla's belly. His throat bulged as he swallowed, holding himself down, eyes squeezed closed as the huge, meaty black shaft stretched his lips and throat even soft as it was.

The chat speed increased tenfold and the red counter rose quickly, faster than before. Varfu draped his arm down the sides of the chair as he leaned back, muzzle dropping open as the small raccoon's muzzle completely enveloped his shaft in tight, wet heat. The gorilla groaned as he twitched, growing harder by the second as Ross's tongue flicked and licked up the stalk, then back down to the base again.

The raccoon's claws squeezed into the insides of Varfu's thighs and the gorilla shuddered. His thickness surged, and he couldn't keep the camera totally steady as the raccoon's throat visibly bulged on camera, leading to another flurry of chat activity. The raccoon's eyes cracked open as he squirmed his muzzle forward, stretching his shoulders and torso in line to make the thickness go down more easily. The raccoon's lips pulled away from him as he leaned backwards, eyes closing again, allowing each throbbing, thick inch of gorilla-cock to proudly swing upwards and smack off the big male's belly. The red and green bars both rose as the raccoon's fingers wrapped around the large length, which was bigger and longer than the raccoon's forearm. Ross teased the tip as he stroked the length with both hands, milking the gorilla until Varfu's enormous chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.

“Ah, there we go," the raccoon gasped, pulling his lips away from the tip. Strands of bright blue pre-cum hung in the air from his lips to the crown before he used his tongue to clean up. “Remember - the blue color means it's working!"

Ross's cheeks bulged, then his neck, as he angled the huge shaft towards his muzzle again. Varfu's fingers clutched at the arms of the chair and his toes wiggled as the raccoon's tight, hot throat slid all the way down, swallowing him to the root again with ease. The chat comments turned to several walls of praise for the raccoon, whose slender hips wiggled side to side as he worked his muzzle around the root of the gorilla's thickness. Leaning forward into the shaft, both of the raccoon's arms lifted from the ground and instead attached the big male's sac. Twin streams of bright blue pre-cum rolled from the corners of Ross's muzzle a moment later, then the streams turned into rivers, joined by a flood from each nostril. Varfu's grunts rose in volume as he leaned forward, his whole body flexing. Unable to stop himself Varfu's close his huge hands around the raccoon's head. His smooth, massive fingers kneaded the small male's temples and skull as he pulled the raccoon off, to the very tip, before dragging him back down. The camera, now set to autopilot mode, balanced itself on the gorilla's shoulder as he throat- and belly-fucked the raccoon with long, slow, deep gushes. Ross's tail continued to flick and his hips wiggled happily side to side no matter how deep, how hard, how fast the big gorilla pumped into his muzzle; his throat remained tight, warm, inviting, and oh-so-easy to plunge again and again and again.

Varfu forgot about the livestream. He forgot where he was. He forgot everything but the pleasure of pounding the small raccoon's tight throat until he couldn't possibly stand it anymore. Baring his large fangs, his lips pulled back as he growled, palms on the back of Ross's head and shoving him down as the big male leaned forward. Each time he hilted, the squirming raccoon's belly distended outwards with the indications of the massive gorilla shaft twitching and flexing inside.

While a gush of thick, blue-tinted seed exploded from the gorilla's hips and scattered for feet in all directions ahead of him, the vast majority of Varfu's intense orgasm deposited directly into the raccoon's belly. Ross sagged forward, stomach bloating to the size of a beach ball, sloshing and round and full, completely hiding the bulge of the massive cock flexing and spurting inside him.

But the release of seed also released something else inside the gorilla. The arms of the chair splintered outwards as his hips swelled. His rump and thighs crushed the wooden seat and legs, and he landed on the floor with a huge thud amongst the splinters. The gurgling, bloating raccoon bounced as his head remained jammed down to the base of the gorilla's thickness. Varfu's swollen balls fattened up, doubling and then tripling in size with each passing moment, each deep and ragged breath. The gorilla's biceps swelled as he flexed, larger than ever, until one of his arms featured more weight and power than all of Ross combined.

The gorilla's shoulders hulked outwards, stretching his dark gray pelt taut. His neck disappeared completely as he growled and gnashed his teeth. The big male's fingers slid across Ross's fur, down to the back of the raccoon's neck. Pulling the small male off by the nape of his neck, Varfu's eyes creased as he watched his new and improved thickness drag free of the gasping trainer. Ropes of pungent, musky, blue-tinted jizz splattered across Ross's backside as he coughed and recovered on the floor, both of his paws pushing into his sloshing stomach. The chat went crazy, scrolling faster than ever, as Varfu's massive stalk flexed upwards and bounced off his belly. The tip nearly reached to his pecs and the whole thing was easily twice the size of Ross's throat. How the little raccoon managed to throat a monster like his, Varfu didn't know. But he did want more.

“That was great for the first rep!" Ross said, his bright and cheerful voice sounding the same as ever as he hopped to his feet. The raccoon's hands massaged the throbbing, thick shaft jutting from the huge gorilla's hips. Varfu stared in shock as Ross grinned and winked at him. “We'll crank out nine more of those, and then we'll be ready to finish up! Again, remember to carefully read the label when you aren't using SEMHEN with a professional trainer like me!"

Varfu's moans filled the livestream as Ross's muzzle stretched, distending, squeezing hot and tight and as easy to fuck as ever. The gorilla's fingers wrapped around Ross's muzzle and eyes and head, pulling him down as he leaned back, shoulders to the floor. Ross flipped over completely, ending up on his backside on top of Varfu's chest. The raccoon's large tail flicked to the side of Varfu's head as the gorilla's huge hands grabbed him and shoved him down. His bloated belly swung forward and back as the huge shaft flexed deep into his muzzle and throat; the raccoon closed his eyes and swallowed as best he could as even more thick, rich seed pumped into his swollen figure, stretching his belly past his tank top and pushing his shorts and obvious erection forward. The weight of the gorilla's titanic arousal fell forward, taking the raccoon with it, but Varfu grabbed Ross's hips and tail and jerked him back, causing the raccoon to wriggle and grunt as splurts of blue pre-cum continued to flood out of his nostrils and muzzle. Again and again, the flexing maleness lifted the small raccoon's bulging belly and legs up and down, up and down, just like he was doing reps with a pair of dumbbells.

Each time, Varfu grew. Bigger, beefier, dozens and dozens of pounds of muscle amplifying his already tremendous figure. By the time they were finished with their “reps," the gorilla was satisfied to see that they'd exceeded the monthly donation goal twice over and sent the red cumcounter bar into record territory. The raccoon's stomach stretched beneath him like he'd stuffed a dozen pillows into a furry t-shirt. Ross, ever the pro, still needed a moment to recover on the cement floor of the garage, flat on his back, narrow chest heaving and oversized, rounded out, fat potbelly sloshing side to side. Cum poured from his muzzle as he tried to swallow it back down, mixing grunts with wet noises as his body drained somewhat. It took the raccoon a few more minutes before he was able to roll to his feet and slosh his way back between the gorilla's legs. Varfu was still hard as ever and grunting as a deluge of blue cum spilled over his dark gray fur.

“Whew!" Ross said, smiling as he reached down with both hands and pulled, heaving the massive black shaft forward. It pushed into his soft, full belly, indenting his pelt from his stomach up to his pecs. “What a workout, right? Now, some of you may need a moment to rest before taking on this next move, which is far more advanced than what I just demonstrated. Oh, and Varfu, if you would please drop me off at the gym later, I'd appreciate it."

The gorilla nodded, getting up onto his elbows to stare down in a daze at the small raccoon grabbing and pulling his cock forward. He was so big - so huge - so massive. The gorilla could hardly think, he felt so good.

He felt even better when the raccoon's hands pushed inside his throbbing, aching length. Varfu's eyes cracked open as he watched, jaw slack, the raccoon's blue-tinted face and ears squeezed along with his arms into the tip of his cock. His massive length weighed more than the raccoon; in fact, the massive gorilla had more strength in his little toe than the small male did in his entire being. His massive meaty shaft was more than up to the task at hand. The huge shaft flexed back upright, yanking the raccoon's feet off the floor as it gobbled the raccoon's head and shoulders, all the way until the huge, overfilled belly - several times wider than the rest of the racoon - got stuck at the tip. Ross's head and arms wiggled inside the shaft, visible in outline through the urethra, as his legs and belly hung over the fat head. Varfu's paws clutched at the base of his cock, holding his flexing staff still so as not to accidentally fling the raccoon back out.

The gorilla grunted, moaning, thrusting his hips. Every muscle in his legs flexed, tightening up and shoving against his fur from inside as he bounced the heaving arousal towards the webcam, letting his viewers see the raccoon's huge, swollen, sloshing belly and legs slapping up and down, hanging from the stretched tip of his huge black maleness.

“Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuck… I love this training…"

The gorilla's huge hands stretched forward as he panted, moaning with need, and grabbed the raccoon's legs. He pulled his cock up, letting the urethra shove lewdly towards the camera as he pushed the raccoon deeper, forcing the wriggling, fat furry belly into the head of his eager, hungry cock. There was an audible moan from within the middle of the gorilla's length as Ross's head visibly slid lower towards the gorilla's oversized balls, each of which was grown massively, spreading his thighs apart with their sheer size and weight as they pulled towards the floor. The fat stomach created a huge swell in the gorilla's shaft that completely blocked the flow of seed, adding to the internal pressure on his rapidly swelling balls. The flexing maleness pulsed, the flow of seed backing up as the raccoon's figure squirmed lower yet. Varfu's eyes clenched as he wrapped one hand around both of Ross's legs, holding them easily in his fingers at the knees.

“This is a real… mmmmfff… pro move that all you workout buddies should… awww, fuuuuuuuck… really try!"

The gorilla's eyes closed and he leaned back, muzzle half open, as he pulled Ross's entire body back up until the small male's fat stomach was just about to pop free of the pulsing, fat tip, only to grind him back down, forcing Ross's head and chest to slide almost fully into his balls before jerking him back up. Varfu's eyes remained closed and his tongue flopped out over his lips as both of his legs lifted, leaving his rump on the seat. The gorilla's flexible toes shoved into the base of his cock as he demonstrated that, though incredibly muscular, he could maneuver himself as easily as someone half his size. The gorilla's feet squeezed into either side of the bulge in his urethra created by Ross's head, further muffling the groans from the personal trainer going between half to nearly completely inserted in the gorilla's oversized thickness. Varfu shuddered and moaned, nostrils flaring as he pumped the raccoon up and down, masturbating himself furiously until he could no longer stand it.

Both of the gorilla's powerful hands wrapped around his cocktip and dragged down. The last few inches of the raccoon's ringed tail flicked at the tip of the gorilla's cock before it disappeared as well. Varfu forced Ross down, down, down, into the heat of the densely furred, bloated, swollen balls draping over the edge of the seat towards the floor. Varfu's eyes flashed open when the raccoon's body suddenly pushed all the way through - once the belly went, his legs followed easily. The tip of his shaft flared, erupting with pent-up seed that reached the ceiling three, four, six, ten times, and then more, each huge burst representing little more than pent-up pre-cum. The gorilla clamped both hands around his huge cock as he sat up, swinging his legs around so that his nimble toes could massage and work over his aching balls. His shaft dripped, spouting in great, thick gushes, as he panted and moaned as each splatter dripped from the under of his jaw and neck. His feet pressed in tighter as he felt the wriggling figure inside and his tongue fell from his lips, a satisfied grunt of lust following an extra large gush of blue spunk.

The chat blurred by too fast to see a thing, while the donation counter tripled. The cum counter broke entirely, but Varfu wasn't concerned about the stream at the moment. His face creased into a broken grin of pure pleasure as his toes and fingers worked over his immense shaft. Despite being so thoroughly milked before, the big primate felt as if he'd not cum in months. Years. Decades. His balls swelled, filling out and shoving his feet backwards as the wriggling within melted into a loud slosh. The gorilla's cock tip shoved between his beefy and round pecs, surging forward until it came level with his broad nose. The enormous male's belly contracted, then expanded to match the growth in his chest, hips, and legs, all of him beefing up even more, especially his huge sac and dripping arousal. The black flesh glinted as white seed pulsed from the tip, a neverending flow of musky spooge that kept the chat entertained for the several minutes it took Varfu to catch his breath.

The big gorilla slowly got to his feet, with the chat encouraging him all the while. An enormous pair of dark gray balls bounced past his knees, enormous oval orbs as wide as his hips, accompanied by a powerful, immense stalk that fell forward, pointing at a 45-degree angle up from his hips, occasionally releasing a large splurt of seed as it bobbed and bounced. Varfu grunted, then grinned as he curled his arms up, showing off the incredible growth to his already impressive body. He was huge, musclebound and loving it, a hulking brute of a male swinging a pipe worthy of so much power, and two massive testicles filling the sac below, ensuring there was always a steady drizzle of pre-cum to roll down the length, which was already returning to a more natural, clear color rather than the GlowReady™ blue. What looked like a third lump inside the tightly-wrapped balls shifted on its own - the raccoon moving around and squirming inside the hot, wet, confined space. Wrapping a bicep around his cock, he pulled it upright and, making sure to give the chat a wink on camera, dove his wide, massive jaws down around the tip. His eyes closed as his cheeks bulged, and within seconds, thick streams of pungent jizz dripped down his lips and chest. He worked his head forward, easily able to throat himself with his massively engorged length. Every time he worked his cock to the back of his throat, the chat exploded anew, sending the red and green counters ever higher. His face was a mask of seed by the time he pulled off, groaning as a fresh splurt blasted the ceiling of the garage again when he let his stalk bounce forward, still fabulously stiff and hard enough to remain at that imposing 45-degree angle.

“Now that's what I call a workout!" the gorilla huffed, licking his lips. “Alright, workout buddies… you know what to do. SEMHEN goes on sale next week!"

The enormous gorilla turned a bit, making sure to show off his good side as he flexed the arm opposite the camera while milking his massively engorged cock with the other. The slightest sensation caused a deluge of thick white jizz to erupt from the tip and spill across the floor, every vein popping from the black, glossy flesh as his fingers traced across them. His huge balls pulled up taut, clenching, as he shoved his hips forward, showing off his size and muscles from the front, the sides, behind, making sure the livestream got a good, long view at the personal trainer's hard work.

He grabbed a pair of shorts and tugged them over his legs, but the waistband was already pulled taut by the time he got to the top of his thighs, whereas before, they were one of his baggier pairs. The big male grinned at the camera as he pulled them up anyways, forcing his huge shaft to stand upright as they pulled taut around his enormous balls. The fat length draped to the side, drizzling and drooling, as he grabbed a tank top next. The front of the top covered a few inches of his sternum, but otherwise every little bit of his beefy pecs and hard, toned stomach were on full display. His balls stretched the shorts out away from his hips, completely filling the fabric and threatening to tear it apart with even a moderate flex.

“How do I look, workout buds? You like these gains?" Varfu asked, arms behind his head, hips wiggling to show off the weight of his package and the girth of his thighs. “Well, that's it for the stream today, everyone. I'm going to go return Ross to Atari's Gym personally… heh heh…"

The gorilla leaned forward towards the camera, arm stretching out, so that only his immense pecs and the tip of his huge, drooling cockhead were in frame. He captured a picture in mid-spurt, set it as the new waiting screen background, and signed off. The big gorilla cracked his knuckles and grinned down at his crotch.

“These SynTech products just keep getting better, don't they?" he grunted, running both hands up and down his huge stalk while his fat, heavy balls bounced and wriggled, showing clearly the raccoon's head, hands, and feet shoving outwards against the stretchy sac. “Mmmmmmhhhh… fuuuuuuuck… Alright, Ross, I'll head to Atari's to let you out."

The gorilla grunted as he slumped back into the chair, grabbed his massive cock in his huge arms, and flexed his chest and belly against his stalk, while massaging his huge balls through his shorts with his feet all the while, making sure the pressure on the raccoon inside stayed hot and heavy. Varfu grinned, big teeth showing past his lips as his nostrils flared again, and the bulky, huge male shivered.

“In a little while. Heh…"

The end