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Round Two

Characters © Maloo

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Written during the Freebies Volume 63: Karmic Curses Edition! Livestream.

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"What do you mean you don't have it in a larger size?" the cougar said, shooting daggers at the clerk behind the counter with her eyes. "This is the Big & Tall store!"

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but we-"

"Look at this! Look at what I'm wearing!" Maloo grabbed a pawful of the stretchy, dark red knit fabric wrapped around her chest. "It's a blanket! A blanket!"

The cougar's golden fur poked through the knit as she leaned over, bending her twelve-foot-tall frame down to squarely stare the seven-foot-tall stallion at the till straight in the eyes.

"I just want a t-shirt. A sweater. Hell, I'd take a tank top at this point. I need clothes!"

The underside of the cougar's chest smacked against the countertop, ringing and then muffling the "Please ring for service" bell next to the register. The wood-framed counter groaned under the weight of the feline's muscular body.

"I'm sorry, we just don't have your size!" the stallion said, eyes going wide in the face of the cougar's anger.

"Gah!"

Maloo stood, through up her paws, accidentally punched one of the drop ceiling tiles out of place, sheepishly adjusted it with her claw tips, then resumed storming out of the store. The big cat squeezed herself through the metal door frame, ignoring the looks of people walking by on the sidewalk as she grunted and pushed her heavy breasts through, followed by a little stumble on one leg before her male package stuck in the doorway next. She sighed and pushed on her hefty bulge, currently wrapped up in another knit blanket with one more draped over top of everything, though at moments like this her modesty went unchecked.

She finally stumbled free and yanked her tail, pulling it out of the doorway just before it pinched, then stood up and glanced around. Half a dozen people stared at her as she snorted and moved to continue her walk.

"Hey, you try finding clothes that fit!" she said, growling at the nearest onlooker. The wolf shook his head and hurried away, jumping at the sound of her voice. Maloo smirked and strode down the sidewalk, carefully edging her way around trees and other walkers.

She checked on her tablet, which she kept in a duffel bag that doubled as her purse of sorts, and found the address of the next shop she wanted to try. She'd been walking all day, but busses in the city were too crowded for her to ride. She knew she was getting cranky, but all she wanted was some regular clothes for a change. The online stores were charging an arm and a leg and so far sewing them herself had only gotten her in trouble when the seams ripped on the subway.

The cougar sighed as she made her way down the street, wondering if there was anything she could do. Sure, being a supremely muscular twelve-foot cougar with knock-out tits and a cock to match wasn't all bad, but it was a little overkill. Surely there was something she could do to lose a few inches. Or feet.

Lost in her own thoughts, the cougar barely noticed she was crossing in front of the hospital where her second round of growth took place a year or two earlier. Her ears twitched, remembering how they said they'd look into it, but there was nothing they could do. Well, maybe there was now.

The cougar stomped up the short driveway from the street leading up to the hospital and bent low to get through the sliding doors. She crouched as she walked towards the admissions desk. One of the nurses on duty, a wolf, picked up a phone and hurriedly spoke into it as she approached.

"Look, I want to talk to somebody about this," she said, motioning at herself with her paws. "You guys have gotta fix it. Or at least shrink me down a little. Something!"

"Uhh..."

The wolf behind the counter stared up at the cougar, eyes wide, tail curled between her legs.

Maloo thought about getting really angry, but a voice interrupted.

"Ah, Maloo, I was hoping you'd be around sometime."

The cougar turned her head and glared at the doctor who spoke to her. He was a tiger, about six feet tall, with a large black mustache hanging over his lips. He had a large sweater on, a black one, over which his white lab coat hung.

"Come with me! I've been working on something since the last time you were here," he said, turning and beckoning the cougar to follow. "I'm Doctor Grant. Gerald Grant. We met when you were last here."

The cougar shrugged. "There were a lot of doctors," she said.

"Well, anyways, just this way."

The tiger led Maloo through a hallway to a freight elevator, an indignity with which Maloo was not unfamiliar. They rode it down several floors, then exited to walk down yet another hallway.

"Just in here, please," the tiger said. "I believe I've created an antidote that should reverse your growth."

The cougar grunted as she squeezed her way through the door into the lab. She pushed on her breasts and pulled on her package, gasping as she finally freed herself. Fortunately, the interior of the lab featured a very high ceiling, nearly sixteen feet up, which Maloo appreciated. She stood up and leaned back, stretching her muscles and causing her breasts to stretch the knit blanket so far the flesh of her plump nipples peeked through the fuzz.

"Okay, so how does it work?"

"Very simple. You'll get a quick injection, then I'll flood the room with ultraviolet light, which should trigger the process and remove the serum from your body, causing you to revert to your previous size." The doctor adjusted his glasses as he spoke. "I'd go into the science of it, but I have a feeling you'd rather see results."

The cougar nodded. A flush of excitement swept through her. Was this really going to make her smaller? Ten feet? Maybe even eight? She'd be able to drive easily at eight feet. Her tail flicked behind her legs as she followed the tiger towards a table along the back wall, past banks of computers and cabinets full of various compounds.

"Just stand right there, please," the tiger said, reaching for a large syringe.

The cougar winced. Sure, she was twelve feet tall, but that didn't mean they had to use those giant oversized needles, did it?

Maloo held out her arm and the doctor quickly disinfected a small patch of fur before administering the shot.

"Now stand just there," he said, moving behind a door into a small control booth. "I've got the lights hung up all around you."

Maloo rubbed her arm and glanced around her. Purple fluorescent bulbs hung from the ceiling, all directed towards where she stood in the center of a large open space on the lab floor. She curled her toes into the smooth panel floor as the anticipation grew.

"There's just one more thing," the doctor said, leaning out from behind the control room door.

"Yeah?" Maloo asked.

"I lied!"

The tiger ripped the false mustache off his face and jerked a handle in the control booth down. The lights in the lab went dark as the ultraviolets hit the cougar, illuminating her golden fur in an eerie neon glow. Maloo stared, stunned, as the tiger in the booth pulled off his lab coat and sweater, revealing something far from male below. The heavy garment disguised the tigress's enormous breasts, each plump orb twice the size of her own head. Her smooth hips led into a plump rear end and an equally grown male package jostling around on her thighs.

"You!" Maloo gasped.

The cougar stepped forward, but something inside her body flexed and she dropped to a knee.

"What have you done?" the cougar growled.

"Isn't it obvious?" the tigress said, purring as she saw the other feline's backside ripple.

Maloo inhaled sharply, then leaned back, both arms spreading out wide.

"Nooooooo!"

Muscles swelled under her deep pelt, stretching her skin and fur, especially around her shoulders and hips. Maloo's knit blankets stretched alarmingly around her body as every part of her grew larger.

The cougar's paw swung out, batting and smashing the lights, pitching the lab into darkness. A few moments later, with only the sound of the cougar's heavy breathing, the regular lights turned on. The tigress stared from the window of the control room, both breasts plastered up against the clear plexiglass.

Maloo dropped to her knees as a swell of arousal forced her maleness out of its sheath, stretching out against the blanket wrapped around it. The cougar's breasts heaved, jostling up and down, held fast by the rapidly tightening blanket strapping them in. Her maleness was already a good six feet long. The cougar shuddered as the huge meat flexed against the floor, still growing, stretching. The knit gave way by the time she was half hard, ripping down the middle and draping around the base of her sheath as the huge length speared upwards, past the growing swells of her chest.

The tigress emerged from her control booth, fully erect, gleefully watching as the cougar's body flexed again. Muscles upon muscles rippled beneath her golden fur, stronger and harder by the moment. Her biceps balled up as she reached for her own breasts, squeezing them together, feeling the incredible pectorals beneath flex, easily strong enough to hold each round mammary up with ease. Maloo's breath came in short pants as her sensitive nipples stretched out the knit, threatening it with the same fate as the blanket around her hips.

The tigress sprang forward, pouncing on the cougar's oversized maleness as it swung down low. The cougar sat down heavily, legs going akimbo, and laid back, thudding her shoulders into the ground. The motion caused her cock to swing up, straight up, reaching past her previous length of six feet, then fall forward, towards her heavy chest, bringing the tigress along for the ride. The movement of the feline's soft fur along her excited length urged several groans of lust from Maloo, who felt the stimulative effects of the combined injection and light treatment even more strongly now.

The cougar's left foot kicked out, smashing a countertop into a cupboard along the wall. The cougar squirmed, both massive arms squeezing at her sensitive breasts, as the tigress dragged herself into a seated position straddling the cougar's oversized erection. The small feline hugged the huge length with both knees and arms, keeping her own heavy maleness and breasts sliding along the smooth skin. Maloo's breasts spilled over the tip of her erection, burying both shaft and tigress in seemingly never-ending fuzzy white cleavage.

"Nnnggghh... why?" Maloo gasped, eyes closed as her maleness flexed, lifting the tigress up into the air.

"Why not?" the tigress purred. "You love being big and muscley! Admit it!"

The cougar could only moan in response as she swelled bigger all over again. How tall was she now? Thirteen? Fourteen feet? More? The feline's immense maleness throbbed between her breasts and her powerful thighs squeezed at her sac, rustling the huge golden orbs up and down. Her tail swept around and squeezed at the base of her package, milking her incredibly large shaft beneath the tigress's feet.

"Yes, grow! Grow! Mwa ha ha ha!"

The tigress's muffled cries barely reached the cougar's ears over the sound of her own pants and moans. Her palms flattened to the sides of her white-furred chest, squeezing her oversized melons together flat around her cock, complete with tiger riding it. She thrust her hips inwards, forcing the tip all the way through the tunnel of warm, soft fur, and straight to her plump lips.

Maloo's muzzle wrapped around her own tip, tongue out, slathering the warm shaft in saliva, forcing the tigress further down to the midsection. The small feline worked her way under the shaft, so that she was on her back beneath it, arms and legs vainly trying to reach around the thickness. Maloo's hips pistoned her meat back and forth, in and out, muscles straining and stretching against her golden pelt. The tigress groaned from below as the warm, flexing shaft pressed against her, rubbing her as much as she rubbed it.

Another wave of pleasure struck the giant cougar as she felt her growth slowing. Her foot kicked again, smashing up a few more counters, but she didn't stop pumping her hips and squeezing her breasts, moaning around her own tip as she thrust and thrust and thrust... it felt amazing. Her body felt so muscular, powerful, huge, and her cock... she grunted as the tip struck the back of her throat. How big was it? She was six before. This was longer than six by far. She couldn't even tell because of her breasts blocking the view. She felt bigger, that was for sure, but checking now... trying to stop now... that was impossible.

Arousal pumped up the cougar's length. Her shaft flexed one more time, noticeably thickening from base to tip as a blast of jizz worked its way up the huge erection.

The cougar's cheeks bulged outwards. Her eyes closed shut tight as she swallowed, chugging her own orgasm as her hips rotated upwards, planting the shaft deep into her muzzle. The tigress, somewhere compressed between all that swollen cock and tit-flesh, cried out with the pleasure of her own orgasm.

Maloo pulled her head back suddenly, gasping and coughing. A blast of thick seed struck her square in the jaw before she dropped her hips and grabbed her maleness with both paws. Her fingers dug into the smooth flesh, smearing her cream up and down the staggering arousal. Maloo cried out again as several jets flew past her head, splattering across the floor and wall opposite. The tigress clutched against her sheath, her head barely reaching past the fuzzy white package to the shaft proper.

The cougar's tongue swathed her lips and nose, cleaning herself off a bit as she came. Her paws pumped up and down furiously, digging into the stalk, massaging and milking it as endless waves of intense, orgasmic pleasure send her tail spasming out across the floor, knocking over carts and chairs throughout the lab.

It took nearly twenty minutes for the cougar to come down from her pleasurable high long enough to remember where she was and what happened. She lurched onto her knees, coming out of her stupor, and stood up. The cougar banged her head on the sixteen-foot ceiling above her, but hardly noticed, as she was transfixed by her oversized breasts and shaft. Her cock, half-hard, dangled over her thighs, reaching well past her knees, nearly to her ankles. The solid stalk looked nearly three feet across at the base and barely thinner than that at the tip, which still dribbled and leaked a few gallons of white cum with every pulse of her sensitive glans.

She had to lean over and pull her breasts to the side to really appreciate the immensity of her package, but it was easy to do thanks to her engorged muscular structure. She felt more powerful than ever, easily able to cart around a maleness half her own size, with breasts as big as tractor tires and a plush booty to boot.

Maloo shuddered as she leaned over, both paws on her knees. She was even bigger now. Bigger! The soaking wet scraps of her blankets lay on the lab floor. They'd be little more than strings across her nipples, which poked out beautifully from her smooth pelt, capping each massive teardrop breast.

Walking wasn't too difficult, but without her junk strapped up, her huge balls and swinging shaft draped side to side, brushing against her muscular thighs and each other, stirring further arousal. The cougar made it to the door before having to stop as her maleness stretched upwards, pulsing with need once more.

"Bye, Maloooooooo!"

An unmistakable voice faded into the distance. The cougar turned and saw a puff of smoke from a round hatch in the wall to the left of the door. A sign above read "Emergency Exit," and another below that said "Warning: Rockets."

Maloo's fingers clenched, digging into her palms, though only for a moment as her stiff maleness pushed up between her oversized tits, bobbing inches from her broad, blunt muzzle.

The feline's growls alternated between pleasure and displeasure as she reached underneath her swollen chest and stroked the base, urging more cream from the tip.

"Just wait till I find you... then I'll make you pay! I swear!"

** Will Maloo the cougar ever shrink down? **

** Will the mystery tiger ever stop growing Maloo? **

** How will five gallons of volume produce twenty gallons of spooge? **

** Find out next time on the Adventures of Big Maloo! **