FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

****DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only (18+ years) and contains sexual descriptions of male/male interaction, muscles, hyperphallia, inflation, growth, musk etc. I will not be held accountable for any discontent this may cause. Please do not comment about the subject matter if it is not to your liking.*****

Mechanic's Lien

A particularly hot day didn't deter anyone from going outside, much less visiting friends. Since business was somewhat slow, Vincent let one of his hired hands take care of the things at the vehicle repair shop. The huge, dark-furred squirrel wiped his brow as he adjusted his creaking flannel top, adjusting it to where he could let the buttons strain a bit more. His red eyes glinted as he looked down--he was feeling a bit bigger than normal.

With a light tense of his pecs, a button popped from the top of the flannel shirt, causing him to suck his teeth in disappointment.

"Gonna have to go up a size again," he grunted out while he walked down the sidewalk, not minding to pick the piece of plastic up. He adjusted the red-and-black material a bit more before reaching down, adjusting his massive junk that was barely contained in his pants below. He hadn't gotten off in a while, so he was going to make up for that.

Watching the people moving to the sides of his form, he smirked. Some of them had to step off the sidewalk to avoid colliding with the massive squirrel, but he didn't seem to mind. His tail was wider than some of them. The broad, dark-furred arm was as big as some of their torsos. It was enjoyable to watch them move so far out of the way. It would be an easy trip to the precinct, as it usually was. He'd have to stop by one of the fast food places, though.

After picking up a bag of burgers, Vincent made his way to the police quarters that his companion was a part of. Being the captain of the police force of the city meant you had a pretty big office and the squirrel enjoyed visiting on occasion. It was fascinating to see the officers bringing criminals in or transporting them elsewhere. There were occasional thoughts of joining the squad, himself.

"Nah," he thought to himself while he entered the front doors as he saw the secretary police officer at the desk.

"Ah, Vincent. Good to see you," the woman murmured, not even having looked up. Apparently, she could tell by how much the squirrel filled the doorway. The feline flicked her hair and then looked up at the huge, burly squirrel and smiled.

"Good to see you too, Rose," Vincent replied while he held the bag up, "Jeff in his office?"

"As usual. Try not to distract him too much, he's got a lot on his plate," Rose murmured as she continued filling out her own paperwork.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Vincent stated as he walked past the desk toward the back. He gave a snarky expression and mouthed "he's got a lot on his plate" in a mocking manner.

"Not yet he doesn't," he murmured out of earshot. Weaving through a few cubicles, and bumping against a few, the squirrel made it to the elevator. After stepping in and pressing the button, he was on his way to the second floor where Jeff's office resided.

Behind the door and at his desk, the light-furred mouse brushed through his tightly-curled orange hair while he read over the papers in front of him. Jeffery sighed and propped his chin on his fist, closing his eyes and humming to himself. At that moment, his stomach gave a bit of a gurgle before he looked down, pressing a paw over his middle.

"I should get something soon," he murmured to himself.

"Well, it's a good thing I brought food," Vincent stated, causing the mouse to jump with a squeak. The door had opened without a sound.

"V-Vince! What're you doing here?" the mouse gasped, leaning back in his chair as his face reddened almost immediately.

"You react the same way every time you see me here," the squirrel murmured, shutting the door and pulling down the blinds to the windows.

"Well yeah, I never expect you because you never _tell_me you're coming," Jeff huffed in frustration. Those burgers smelled good, though.

"Mhm. It's more fun that way," he stated, dropping the bag on the desk while he leaned over. Going further down, Vincent leaned toward Jeff and pressed a light kiss against the mouse's muzzle and cheek, rumbling out with their hair brushing.

Jeff's face reddened further, leaning back after the small kiss before gripping into the bag.

"You could bring something besides burgers every time," he complained, unwrapping the bun already.

"Well... they're good," Vincent huffed while he unwrapped his own meal.

"Yeah, I guess," Jeff murmured while he took a bite into it.

"You know I was comin' over tonight," Jeff murmured through his meal, leaning back again while he relaxed, closing his eyes.

"Couldn't wait that long," Vincent replied while he continued eating as well. He slowly stood from the cushy chair and sat on the edge of the desk, bringing his big leg up and letting it rest.

Jeff paused mid-chew and looked at the huge material-covered quads that were now covering practically half his desk. He continued afterward, however, looking back up at the squirrel while he whipped his thin tail around.

"I got a lot of work to do today, you know," the mouse murmured after finishing the rest of his burger.

"Mhm, I heard," the squirrel murmured after finishing his own burger, wiping his muzzle with the napkins that were in the bag.

Jeff followed with his own napkin, raising an eyebrow at the response. He took a bit of a drink from his water bottle before he hummed somewhat.

"So I can't really play in the office," he continued.

Vincent slowly slipped himself from the desk and gave a slight belch, bringing a fist to his muzzle to stifle it somewhat. He slowly brought himself around the desk and then slipped behind Jeff's chair, smirking down at him.

"V-Vince, I'm serious," Jeffery stated as he saw the shadow over him before the squirrel.

"Mhm," he murmured while he leaned over, slowly pressing his massive pectoral muscles against the back of that orange-haired head. The plaid shirt creaked while the squirrel filled his chest with tension, causing the mounds to bloat a bit bigger. They pressed along the back of Jeff's head, the barely-seen crevice even pinching the back of his hair slightly.

"V-Vince..." Jeff whined, hearing the strain of the shirt while it fought to contain the bloating mounds of chest.

"Hmm?" the squirrel asked, bringing one of his massive arms downward, sliding it along Jeff's chest as he pinned him to the chair and his own mounds a bit more. The mouse's head was almost completely hidden by hairy squirrel bulk already.

"Don't you have a job to get back to?" Jeff tried to complain, though he knew Vince could feel the heat in his cheeks while those arms pressed around him. Already, his pants were tight at the groin--the bulge was causing his zipper to creak.

"Pfft, yeah. I got someone workin' though," Vincent rumbled in reply, trailing his wide paw along Jeff's front, squeezing into a pec as he let a rumble out, vibrating chair and mouse alike.

Jeff was panting already beneath the strong grasp of his friend, arching against it and trying to pull back, but chair was locking him in as much as Vincent's huge arms were. Those gigantic biceps were pressing against his face, squishing his cheeks so that he could feel the body hair brushing against his own chin fuzz. He brought a paw up and gripped into that meaty bicep, barely able to squeeze around half of it.

"I've got work to do..." Jeff whined, adjusting in his seat while the heat continued to build between them. It didn't help that his uniform was already hot enough.

"All work and no play makes Jeff a dull boy," Vincent whispered, using one of his paws to slide down that front to grip against Jeff's bulging groin. That big hand engulfed the mouse's groin, squeezing and pressing down against it with succulent growls into his ear. The squirrel knew exactly how to rile Jeff up and it was working like a charm.

"Funny," the mouse murmured, grinding up against that squeezing hand while he groped into the wide forearm holding him to the chair. He rubbed his fingers along the hills of muscle there, feeling the coarse hair among the soft fur. He squeezed into the muscle and gripped firmly, growling and kissing along the bowling-ball bicep that pressed along his face.

"Mmm... yeah, I'm a regular comedian," the squirrel rumbled as he slid his fingers along that shirt, unbuttoning the front so that he could slip his fingers in the folds of that clothing. He rubbed at the mouse's torso directly, strong fingers pressing into that muscle, even fondling the pink nipples hidden further under that uniform.

Jeff gasped out and groaned, arching into the huge hand while he gripped that arm, grinding up against the other that was still squeezing at his groin. The dark spot of liquid began to grow at the tip of his bulge, though he tried once more to feebly press the squirrel away. It was no use and the mouse started to succumb to the ministrations of the squirrel. Those thick sausage digits pulled his zipper down, causing his underwear bulge to push through.

"V-Vincent!" Jeff panted, hugging around that arm as if that would get him to stop.

"Hmm?" the squirrel asked teasingly, unbuttoning the pants and continuing as if nothing was keeping him from it.

"W-we can't do it in my office," Jeff stammered.

"Sure we can, we've done it before," Vincent replied while he tugged at the underwear of his companion.

"Y-yeah but... Rose has been trying to keep me on track," the mouse murmured with a stifled groan as his fat, pink length sprung up. It slapped against his abs, dribbling precum already.

"What, the cheetah woman? Please," Vincent sneered, rolling his eyes as he drew and arm from the mouse cock. The jingles of metal clasps being released sounded from behind Jeff's chair before the shuffling of pants followed.

"W-wh... what're you doing," Jeff asked, soon looking back before he gasped as he saw Vincent walking around. He saw the massive, pink length before the rest of the squirrel. He was about to protest further before Vincent jerked his chair backward, enough room for the huge man to sidle in between the desk and the mouse.

"Enjoying myself," Vincent stated simply, soon bringing his tail up to expose the wide bubble cheeks of his ass. Between the huge cheeks of hairy ass was a thick, shiny hole that puckered right in front of Jeff's face.

Jeff stared with wide eyes at the tremendous rump in front of him, swaying lightly before it shoved back against his face. The mouse rolled his eyes back as he pressed his face into it, groaning and whimpering while he felt the muscles clench against him. The glutes shoved along his torso and head while he brought his arms around the huge cheeks, grunting out and lowering his head to kiss against the fat, bloated taint that rested above the gigantic beach balls that were Vincent's nuts.

Those fingers worked along that wall of squirrel meat in front of him, squeezing into the hairy cheeks while Jeff spread his maw and latched onto the fat taint. The musky flesh tasted a bit salty, but the mouse worked it and slurped against it while he felt Vincent pressing back against him. One of his paws reached up, working against that puckered donut of a hole of his bigger companion, grunting in bliss.

Vincent gasped and gripped onto the desk as he spread his legs, letting his fat balls rest in the mouse's lap to slide along that thick mouse cock. He pressed back, sliding against Jeff's face while that tongue and mouth worked over his most sensitive spots. He stifled groans and clenched against the mouse's face, pressing back a bit more while that muzzle slid up and buried into that puckered hole of flesh.

The musk was strong, but the masculinity mixed with the slight oil and shampoo smell. Obviously, the squirrel took care of himself, but that body produced quite a bit of scent regardless. Jeff grinded his face along the crevice, grinding his face into that fat pucker as it clenched around his face, almost drawing it forward while the tongue danced along the curve of the hole. Those paws moved up, squeezing against that huge rump, pressing it around his face to further hide his head.

The squirrel panted and pressed his huge, hairy backside along his mousey companion, sliding against him a bit more and nearly engulfing his head up his passage. He pulled forward once more, though, letting that muzzle slide free as his hairy mounds of rump moved downward. They slid down Jeff's chest, down his belly, and then pressed into his lap and over the pink cock. He clenched his cheeks and engulfed it, smirking at the mouse's gasp.

"V-Vincent...!" the mouse groaned out, arching into the fat hole that eagerly and greedily swallowed his thick, pink length. It easily squeezed and swallowed him up, leaving him to grasp around the cheeks on either side.

"Hmm?" the squirrel casually asked once more, snickering afterward. His inner muscles clenched as he trailed his rump against it, almost folding over the mouse's waist completely while he wheeled the chair forward, completely hiding the mouse while his own pink cock smacked against the underside of the desk.

It was at that instant that there was a knock on the door, causing both rodents to tense up and jerk. Vincent panted a bit and clenched himself around Jeff's cock, hiding a bit further beneath the desk while wheeling the chair closer. The mouse was completely hidden beneath his bulk and his cock was stuffed beneath the leg portion of Jeff's desk.

Rose poked her head in and looked at Vincent, raising an eyebrow to see him behind the captain's desk.

"Er... where's Captain Jeff at, Vincent?" the leopard lady asked, raising an eyebrow while she leaned through.

"U-uh... uh..." Vincent stammered, looking from left to right while he clenched harder on Jeff's cock.

The mouse kept quiet, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan from the huge, flexing ass of his partner, trying to keep himself hidden in the backside of the squirrel.

"Hmm?" Rose asked impatiently.

"He... went to the restroom. Said he got a stomach ache from the burgers. He'll... be back in soon," Vincent murmured quickly.

Rose's nose perked a bit as if signifying disgust, but gave a roll of her shoulders with a sigh afterward.

"Well, tell him that I need to speak with him when he gets finished. There's an error on some paperwork," Rose tutted before she closed the door again.

"Will doooo..." Vincent called after her before he relaxed again, though remained clenched against that huge member beneath him. He rolled his hips and wiped his eyebrow, smirking a bit.

"You almost got us... nnngh! ...in big trouble," Jeff huffed while giving a grind against that rump.

"Well now we won't be bothered," the squirrel murmured, bringing himself up and slamming down along that length, hearing the mouse gasp out again. The hairy mounds of rump smacked up and down against the cock as he spread his thighs apart, growling in delight while he rode Jeff in the chair.

Jeff huffed as sweat dribbled down his brow, pressing his face into the broad, hairy back of his companion while that rump engulfed him and swallowed his length over and over again. Precum was already shooting up into that rump while he held around that waist. He was somewhat surprised his chair was holding them up, but they continued to bounce. His cock splattered further while he listened to the squirrel's cock smacking against the bottom of the desk.

Vincent felt every throb that coursed through his rump, clenching harder and rippling further to get Jeff off. He grinded back and bounced harder, panting heavily himself while his cock splattered against the desk below, sliding up and down that length while he clenched and squeezed. Those inner muscles rippled over that cock while he gripped to the desk, causing it to creak from the pressure he added to it, while Jeff met his thrusts.

The mouse was gasping and panting, trying to keep quiet despite being in the throes of pleasure. He could hardly contain it, however, letting gout a few moans while he buried into that broad back a bit more. The muscular hills managed to stifle it a bit, but he grinded and slammed harder between those cheeks as he sank in each time. He knew if he moaned as loud as he wanted to, Rose would come rushing in.

"C'mon, mousey... fuck me!" he snorted deeply, somewhat under his breath. He felt the mouse's vigor increase, smacking himself up to his wide ass as it rippled and jiggled from impact.

Jeff gave a firm smack to the squirrel's massive ass, feeling it ripple from the clap as he slammed himself upward, nearly backing the chair out from behind him. He pressed his feet into the floor and rammed himself into Vincent, causing the squirrel to gasp and lean forward. The mouse lifted further, removing his own rump from his chair to fuck Vincent over his desk, drawing his fat length out and shoving it forward again.

Somewhat surprised by the sudden effort of the mouse, Vincent moved with the motions, gasping and groaning louder while his cock splattered straight against the floor from the angle. He could tell that Jeff was getting closer, feeling that cock slamming harder and tensing thicker inside of him as those fat, cream-furred nuts smacked against his own bigger, darker set. They collided back and forth before Jeff bit into the broad muscle of the squirrel's back.

Muffling a moaning snarl, Jeff's cock bloated up and exploded into Vincent's backside. He gripped into that waist and arched, bucking forward right there in his office, sending volleys of white spunk up that passage. The ripples moved along Vincent's front while his arms squeezed that waist more. He humped forward and slammed further, gripping along the squirrel's cock as well.

Gush after gush flooded through Vincent's ass, some of it even splashing back onto the floor. Their balls were getting steadily coated while Jeff orgasmed, still biting against the thick flesh and muscle on that back. He knew Vincent could take it, especially since he had to muffle himself, but more and more spunk pumped into the squirrel.

After a few more minutes, the mouse pulled back and released his grasp on the squirrel, falling into his chair in a heap of moisture. He panted, wiping his brow while he brought himself up to sit with a better posture, looking at the swaying rump of the squirrel in front of him.

"Feel better?" Vincent asked with a smirk.

"Shut... up," Jeff huffed, trying to catch his breath as his fat length dribbled over his balls, slowly regaining his composure.

Vincent rumbled and licked his lips, slowly pulling himself up and keeping all that mouse seed in, lifting his pants back up and then managing to stuff his still-throbbing cock down his pants leg. It was very obvious, especially with the dark trail of liquid going down the material, but he seemed content with himself.

"What, you're not gonna... fuck my face or anything?" Jeff asked with a smirk while he continued panting.

"Not right now, Rose is definitely gonna end up bugging us again," Vincent replied as he huffed a few times, "don't worry though. I'll get my turn soon. I know where Rose won't interrupt us."

Jeff blinked as he began to shuffle into his pants once more, lifting them up over his own spent cock and then stuffed himself down. He buttoned them and zipped up before sighing, picking up a couple of napkins to wipe his brow with. After everything seemed back to normal, he sat up in his chair and watched the sultry squirrel saunter through his office.***

The mouse hadn't noticed the swollen belly that he had given Vincent until he stepped back to adjust himself. He watched the squirrel struggle to put his overalls back over his torso with the orb of a belly, biting back a laugh, which caused it to come out a snort. The mouse perked whenever Vincent looked back up, trying to hide his smirk; it wasn't working.

"Somethin' funny, captain?" Vinent murmured, snapping the buttons back over the clasps, crossing his massive, dark-furred arms over his bulging chest.

"Oh no, not at all," Jeff said, stifling more snickers while his cheeks filled with air.

"I can make a belly look good, but just wait. I'm gonna turn all this into more meat," Vincent stated, smirking, "then we'll see who's laughing."***

"Ahuh. Where are you thinking?" Jeff asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, you'll see soon. See you when you clock out," Vincent snickered before he stepped out of the office, swaying his huge rump and bigger tail back and forth.

Jeff snorted and brought his stack of papers closer to him while Vincent exited, thinning his eyes before the door shut. While he didn't want to admit it, the mouse always enjoyed the surprises that the squirrel cooked up. Vincent was a thrill-seeker, and while he wasn't as such himself, it was fun to be on the squirrel's rides. It did often get them into precarious situations, though.

When the squirrel left, Jeff gave a sigh and slumped back into his chair. That was way too close. He wiped his brow a bit more and picked up his bottle of air freshener from a drawer in his desk, spraying along the room to make sure that their smell of masculinity and sex didn't filter farther than it needed to. He slumped back into his chair to think about what Vincent may bring later.

*****

It was close to quitting time for the day and the mouse adjusted his pants as he looked around in the two-story garage. Being a larger police station, they also needed a place to put the police cars, so it was significantly useful. Although it was dark and Jeff's vehicle was the only one on the level, he still looked around, waiting for Vincent to pop up somewhere.

Getting into his car, the mouse closed his door and sat in his seat for the moment, adjusting his smartphone to be in music mode. Connecting the cord, he was about to turn the car on before he felt a big paw on his shoulder from behind. Jeff jumped, jerking to reach for his holstered gun before he heard the familiar chuckle behind him.

"Vincent! Don't do that, especially to a police officer," Jeff snarled, flumping into his seat as he so commonly did around the squirrel.

"Psh, apologies sir. Please don't arrest me," the squirrel teased as he drew himself around, climbing over the seat as much as he could. He almost got stuck, but he slipped into the front passenger seat and smirked at the mouse. He leaned over, reaching around the waist and gripped the handle.

With a tug of the lever, the seat fell back, leaving Jeff in a near 180 degree angle. He squirmed, trying to get up from the seat before he felt the weight of those monstrous pecs on top of him once more.

"V-Vince!" the mouse stammered once more as he tried to shove the hairy mountains of squirrel pec from his front.

"Hmmm...?" Vincent asked with a snicker, pushing up the arm rest and even lowering his own seat. It made for easy access to the mouse while he crawled over him, soon pressing more of his weight into the squirming form below him. That belly he sported from earlier hadn't gone down any, making it fold over the form of the mouse below. It sloshed a bit, causing Vincent to belch slightly while his stomach was pressed in.

"What're you doing?" Jeff asked, huffing out while he looked up at the looming rodent above him.

"I told you I'd get my turn," Vincent replied, soon pressing himself along Jeff's front, smirking and sidling his back along the roof of the car. His tail filled up the windshield while he made himself comfortable, massive junk pressing into Jeff's.

"This isn't exactly comfortable," Jeff murmured while his pants tented once more, seeing the huge squirrel fill up his car with ease.

"Mm, maybe not. It's fun though. Besides, if something happens, I know someone who can fix it," Vincent whispered, leaning down to press soft kisses along the mouse's muzzle, along his neck and chest.

"Oh yeah? Who's th--oh," Jeff murmured, having realized that the mechanic squirrel was making a joke.

A heavy gurgle echoed from the bloated stomach of the squirrel, leaving him to grunt and belch once more, pressing it down along Jeff while he smirked down at the mouse. The sounds continued while Vincent started unsnapping his overalls, letting them fall from his shoulders and drop down below his chest and belly. He leaned down, trailing his muzzle against Jeff's as he kissed against the mouse's neck and jaw.

Jeff watched, assisting with the movements of his companion, pulling his overalls down before he felt the muzzle press to his neck. His face reddened beneath his creamy fur, giving a shuddery breath while his package throbbed and bulge in his navy-blue pants. He reached down, feeling for the lever to the left of the seat and gripped it. With a tug, they both fell backward after the clasp unlatched. It startled them both, but the mouse grinned as Vincent continued with easier access.

Vincent's belly continued to churn while he reached to the side, pressing the arm rest back so that he had an easier time pulling his overalls the rest of the way down. It caused his massive, brief-covered package to slap down against Jeff's groin, leaning his head down and kissing a bit more against that neck. He listened to the shuddery gasps of the mouse while he moved up, kissing against the corner of his lips, and then onto those lips.

The two rodents slid against each other while their groins were, once again, pressing against each other and grinding to swelling. Vincent brought a paw down and meticulously slipped each button through the holes of Jeff's police uniform until his chest was exposed. His thick, dark fingers slid along the exposed cream belly, moving up that thick chest and tweaked a nipple. He watched the mouse squirm further, arching and groaning out.

After taking the top off, Jeff tossed it to the back before he reached down and began undoing his pants. He tugged at it and pulled it apart, soon undoing his pants afterward. With the assistance of the big squirrel, he pulled them down and let them fall to the floor beneath the massive form and his own. With a few squirming movements, he tossed them in the heap of clothing on the floorboard. Thankfully, Jeff's car was rather large.

The heat was already increasing and Jeff scooted up slowly, bringing his legs along the squirrel's before slipping them along his waist. He slid up further with that new leverage, pushing up past Vincent's head and looking up at those red eyes and that handsome, smug face. Still, he was smirking. It wasn't often that he saw Vincent without that smirk. On occasion, it was sometimes irritating. Times like these, though... it was hot.

Vincent maneuvered himself to move along with Jeff, letting his still-contained package slide along its companion, bulging together before he slid himself down to Jeff's rump. He pressed against it, letting his briefs strain over his bulging cock while he grunted above the mouse. He lowered his head, kissing once more against Jeff's lips.

Returning it, Jeff tilted his head and reached up, grasping handfuls of those massive pectoral muscles. He felt them tense with only an inhale from the squirrel, though the hair was felt even more among the thick fur that coated the powerful mountains. He slid his paws downward, caressing the thick caps that rested below, squeezing the nipples and twisting them to make the squirrel inhale sharply.

Vincent growled and huffed while his briefs strained further, grinding harder against Jeff's clothed groin. He reached down to the boxers and gripped them, forearm bulging and ripping them from the mouse's waist. His own boxers followed, breaking apart as his pink length surged against Jeff's revealed one, pressing against that package and pressing up along his swollen belly, which seemed to have decreased a bit in size.

The heat caused the car to fog up as the humidity grew. Their confined musk made them somewhat lightheaded already, but that only increased the growing excitement. Precum was already trickling along the mouse's belly while the gurgles grew louder above him. Jeff rubbed against those pecs, unaware of the shifting gut of the squirrel while Vincent panted more heavily. The mouse could feel the heartbeat beneath the dark chest growing harder.

The throbs were growing more frequent as that cock surged a bit thicker, gaining a redness along the upper half of the length while veins pushed to the surface. The pulsing veins grew more visible, moving along his chest and his arms, seeming to thicken there, too. Vincent's grunting grew louder while he moved his hips, sliding the growing pink phallus along the man beneath him.

"Ah... turning the meat up, are you?" Jeff asked with a chuckle, taking a few glances along the windows and seeing they were fogging up. It gave him a bit more peace of mind.

"Mmngh... yeah..." Vincent growled while he gripped along the mouse's thighs, pressing him up further while he began drawing backward. His tail made it somewhat difficult, but eventually, his rump pressed along the windshield of the car while he lifted Jeff along the back of the seat.

Jeff trailed his fingers once more along the large pectorals that were hanging above him, stroking through the thick fur and hair before latching on those nipples again. He tugged, smirking at the hissing groans that came from the gigantic squirrel, listening to the throbs becoming audible. The pecs pulsed outward, filling right in front of him as Vincent let out a deeper grunt.

Vincent rolled himself forward as his cock continued pushing up between them, fattening while precum dribbled and only increased the scent around them. The heat was steadily growing along with his throbbing form, pressing more firmly against Jeff while he lowered his head, breathing heavily to the point that steam seemed to emit from his nostrils.

"Hope I don't crush ya," the squirrel grunted with a smirk. He wouldn't of course, but the thought caused Jeff to shiver beneath him.

"You'll probably break my roof before you crush me," Jeff replied with a smirk, grunting out and grinding along the swelling pink, reddening length above him, "and you'll fix every bit of it."

Vincent seemed to wince at the thought, that dumb smirk faltering only for a fraction of a moment before it returned. He growled and thrusted himself further along the mouse below, cock almost completely hiding him while he pushed Jeff up farther. The mouse was almost in the back seat, but that only helped with the squirrel's member pressing along his rump. He grinded it forward as he filled the car further, bulging bigger, rippling with powerful sinew.

The looming rodent was only expanding farther, filling Jeff's car with more and more bulk. Jeff felt the sweat of his companion dripping onto him from the constant heat, causing him to pant while he lifted his paws to roll those pectoral muscles a bit more. He felt them squish beneath his fingers, sinking his paws in and feeling the muscles fold over them. That is, until Vincent tensed them and pushed them back out.

Vincent panted as he drew his large arms downward, securing them further around Jeff's thighs. He lifted them up and drew back enough to shove his rump against the windshield, filling the glass with dark, hairy cheeks. If the fog couldn't hide them, the squirrel's growing posterior certainly would. It continued filling the front glass before there was a sudden sound of a crack, causing them both to jerk a bit.

"Sounds like a new windshield already," Jeff murmured with his own smirk.

Vincent bit his lower lip, showing his large front teeth before he rolled his eyes and shoved the large, red cockhead against the rump of his companion. It slid along and dribbled precum, splashing against the seat below while the squirrel's back pressed along the roof. The bigger the squirrel got, the more the car creaked around them.

"Oh well. Might have to get you a new car at this rate," Vincent rumbled while he lowered his hips and shoved forward, sending the first few inches of his cockhead alone.

Jeff blinked and gave a gasp as the fat shaft began spreading him, gripping into the arms that now seemed to be as big as his torso. He felt them flex, making appropriate handles to hold while he was filled. The mouse jerked and spread his legs a bit more as if that would ease the growing tension below. Sweat dripped down his brow, though he wasn't sure if it was his own or from the beastly man above him.

Each inch that pushed in, Vincent's smirk lowered to a strained expression of effort, attempting not to simply break the mouse apart. He knew Jeff was well-versed in taking things bigger than him, but it took a bit of time to get adjusted. That huge squirrel dick sank deeper into that tan-furred rump, feeling it spreading easily as if Jeff were a fleshlight himself. The entire bell of the head popped in, bulging the mouse's waist out.

Jeff arched, gripping harder and clawing into the gigantic biceps, not denting them a bit. His waist was straining to take it all in, but it never stopped or became difficult. The huge dick sank slowly through him, waist and belly bulging with the shape of the length as he groaned. His voice rose with each inch that pushed inward, pushing up to his belly and then along his chest. The inner muscles rippled, pulling, and greedily taking in Vincent's member.

Vincent only seemed to be growing further, to the point that he had to slide his gigantic thigh along the arm rest and over onto the other seat. Reaching over, he felt around for the other latch, having to lay that seat back as well. The powerful quads tensed while he repositioned himself, gigantic nuts having to press down into the floorboards of the car on both the driver's side and passenger's side. Sliding his cock to the side, he pulled Jeff between the seats, smirking down at him once more.

The mouse followed Vincent's lead, sidling between the seats and gripping onto the headrests of the seat. Giving Vincent more room while he was pressed toward the back of the car, Jeff settled and braced himself while Vincent growled and drew himself back. He wasn't sure if his car could take a vigorous fucking, especially from Vincent, but at least they'd have fun doing it.

"Don't slam me through the back window, now," Jeff tutted, frowning up at the squirrel.

"Pfft, when have you gotten hurt from me fucking you?" Vincent asked while he lowered his head, trailing his muzzle against the mouse's with a grin.

"There's been plenty of times," Jeff murmured with a grunt and a particularly hard grasp of his inner walls around the squirrel cock.

"Hmm... maybe, but it's never been too bad," Vincent chuckled while he gripped the mouse's ankles, taking a breath.

Jeff was about to murmur something in a rebuttal, but Vincent's cockhead was suddenly spreading his cheeks. The mouse let a loud squeak go and groaned, reaching up to claw against the squirrel's powerful deltoids, sinking his fingers into the broad muscles. He felt them tense while Vincent pushed forward, sliding his gigantic, wide length up through the mouse's waist.

"F-fuck! Fuck!" Jeff breathed out with a squeak with each moment, stretching wider around that length as it pushed through his waist, bulging it with the bell head of the cock. It bulged him further, stretching his pelvic region and sliding up his middle, pushing out his belly area, and continued onward. There was no stopping the gigantic squirrel who filled his vehicle even more than before.

Vincent was drooling from the warm tightness that was trailing down his dick, panting deeply and growling as he pushed inward. He thinned his red eyes open and looked down, seeing his length bloating his companion out further and further, smirking through his tense expression. Baring his teeth, he shoved forward with a slight hump, feeling the form spreading wider while he leaned forward. The hairy chest shoved into Jeff's face.

Jeff was soon smothered in gigantic squirrel muscle tits, feeling the coarse hair and thick fur beneath sliding over his face. It was already damp with sweat and the humidity they were producing, but the mouse pushed his face deeper. His fingers trailed from those shoulders to slide downward along that gigantic chest, pushing the pectorals around and rolling them slowly before they would tense again to pull him downward.

"God, you're so tight, mousey," the squirrel murmured with a snickering snort, feeling as if he were only half-way in.

"Y-yeah... well, you grew," Jeff replied, voice rising while the cock sank deeper. It was practically forcing the air out of him while he squirmed between the seats and leaned back into the back seat.

"Guess I did," the squirrel snickered before he gave another rough thrust forward, sinking his massive cock fully into the mouse below. It bulged him out quite thoroughly, nearly causing him to look like a cock sleeve for the massive squirrel.

The mouse was sweating thoroughly, tight orange hair seeming a bit looser and smoothed back from the sweat of the squirrel chest he was pressed up against. Jeff groaned into the mounds, sliding his paws further down to grip into the fat nipples that he enjoyed toying with. His paws could not wrap around them completely, but that didn't mean he couldn't squeeze. Squeeze he did, tightly and twistingly.

Vincent hissed from the pleasure that ran through his monstrous pecs, making them swell out with another flex, pinning Jeff down further. The mouse was nearly completely hidden beneath him and Vincent could only see the orange hair that was bushed above his chest. He pressed forward, however, letting the gargantuan mounds push around Jeff's head, engulfing it between the soft muscles.

When not tensed, those wide pectorals were completely malleable, molding like memory foam to Jeff's head. A simple tense would flare them to granite tightness, but Vincent didn't want to crush the mouse's head. Instead, a light roll of his broad shoulders caused the hairy pecs to roll and gently massage along Jeff's head. It was gentle, but the mouse could certainly feel the force that was moving him.

That massive squirrel cock was finally brought backward after Vincent decided Jeff had gotten used to the size. He inched backward bit by bit, letting the length of his gigantic pink dick hit the warmed air once more. While he pulled back, Vincent could see Jeff bend forward with him, almost being pulled to sit up from the suction of those mammoth pectoral muscles, not releasing him despite the soft rolling he was doing to them.

Inch by inch was revealed while Vincent's backside pressed against the windshield more and more. The huge, hairy backside was stressing that window more and more and cracks continued to spread from the increasing pressure. The vast ass was causing it to bow out even more, but the squirrel would not be held back. His cock was only three-fourths out before he slammed forward again, sending the mouse along the seats even more.

Jeff gasped and clung to the huge pecs while his head was buried, bending forward and then being straightened out again. His body contained that cock well enough, rippling over it and squeezing it like the expert he was. The mouse enjoyed hearing Vincent moan and he was good at it. His walls rippled like a throat, almost swallowing over the cock greedily while his belly and chest bulged with the shape of the colossal cock.

Vincent's sweat dripped continuously, almost streaming down his body with the increasing heat around them. The scent was powerful, unable to escape at all while the vehicle fogged up further, if it were possible. The moisture from their perspiration could be seen dripping along the fogged glass. The squirrel flexed his chest mounds, squeezing Jeff a bit more before he relaxed them and let Jeff pop out of them to breathe.

Breathing was a bit difficult, though. Moving his paw back, the squirrel felt around for the keys in the ignition, turning it to let the energy flow through the car. He reached to the window buttons and lowered them a bit so that they could have a bit of air--he had no doubt they could suffocate each other in their musks. Regardless, though, the squirrel turned his attention back to the mouse and grinned broadly.

Jeff took a few more gasps as his head popped from the deep, hairy crevice of the squirrel's muscle tits, grunting and lifting his head back. The cooler air filtered in and he took a few gulps of the air before burying back into the squirrel's chest fluff. It was still hot, but manageable, pushing downward to meet Vincent's building thrusts while he was taken for a different kind of ride.

Vincent's cock was throbbing hard inside of the mouse's form, already stretching him out further, though even the gushes of precum could be seen along that belly. The pressure was growing while Vincent thrust himself forward, unaware that the windshield was being broken more and more with each slap of his ass against it. His cock had widened so much inside Jeff that he was using the two front seats as leverage.

Jeff gripped what he could of the seats, but he was at the mercy of the bucking squirrel. The huge form was covering him all the more while Vincent focused further on getting off into his companion, head pressed forward and against the back seat. The mouse was still in a world of squirrel chest--hair, fur, and muscle were pinning him down all the more.

Sweat dripped and splashed between both of them as their hairy bodies slid along each other. The rough grinds sounded almost like sandpaper sliding against each other, but the squirrel and mouse kept going at it. Harder Vincent thrust himself, sending Jeff along the back seat while Vincent clawed into the seat material, ripping it with his claws through his arousal. His gigantic nuts were gurgling, filling the floorboards even more.

It seemed like an hour went by, but it wasn't until Vincent's massive, hairy rump pushed out the windshield that his orgasm hit. He snarled out, gripping onto the cock-bloated Jeff while his balls surged once more. Inside the mouse, that cock swelled, rippling outward and bloating bigger before the bottom-side bloated up from the bottom, working its way upward.

Jeff clenched, bracing himself before he felt the floodgates prepping. The bulge ran up his backside before that cum exploded into him, some of it immediately splattering from his maw. He gurgled, closing his lips and clenching tighter, gripping onto what he could as his belly began to flare. It filled with squirrel cum, wider and heavier, pushing upward and outward. It pressed up to Vincent and began to fill the back seat.

Vincent felt the splatters of Jeff's cock against his own abdomen, though he was caught up in his own eruption to tease about it. He thrusted and grinded, gripping onto Jeff all the more while feeling his belly expanding beneath him. Some of it splashed down against the seats below while his rump pressed out into the cool air, giving him a shivering chill along his back. It only caused him to flood the mouse more, though.

The mouse squirmed through his orgasm as well as Vincent's, filling the back seat all the more until he was nearly pushing the windows of the doors out, himself. Jeff's orgasm continued splashing out between them, but Vincent's lasted much longer. It got to the point that he couldn't contain much more and it was gushing from his maw and back out from his rump.

Vincent continued for minutes on end, but soon his tension weakened, relaxing bit by bit as his orgasm waned. It was slow, but the gradual decline caused him to lean forward and collapse atop the mouse's increased belly. He was breathing roughly, drooling a bit and smirking down at the mouse, despite Jeff not being able to see much past his own belly and the huge, hairy chest. However, after a few moments, he drew back and grunted as he looked down at the mouse.

Jeff huffed and pushed down at his belly, lifting himself up a bit and grunting while his belly sloshed so thoroughly between them, seeing that dumb smirk. He huffed again, giving him a stern look before he slowly leaned back and pressed against the back seat once more.

"Definitely a new windshield... interior cleaning... probably an ozone treatment as well," Jeff listed, raising an eyebrow up at the squirrel.

"Worth it," Vincent rumbled with a snicker.

"I hope so," Jeff murmured with a roll of his eyes.

Vincent leaned down and pressed his muzzle along Jeff's, grinning a bit more softly than his usual smirk as his red eyes glinted. He knew that Jeff enjoyed that look--he was definitely blushing now. He brought his lips to Jeff's and took him into a kiss once again, tilting his head and holding onto the bloated mouse belly he helped create. He kneaded into it while he slurped into that maw, saliva trickling down a bit more.

Jeff's red face was heated, though he returned the sloppy kiss while they dripped with sweat, still heated inside the car despite the windshield being pushed out. Vincent's ass was still blocking it, after all. The mouse squeezed into the hairy chest and kneaded against the huge mounds, feeling them rise and fall through the inhales of air that they took.

Their tongues slid along each other, tasting the liquid that had been splashed up through that form from his orgasm, but it soon parted. Jeff anted a bit more while huffing, soon sitting up a bit more while he felt Vincent's member continuing to throb inside of him. He gave it a firm squeeze with his inner muscles, grinning at the squirrel's gasp and grunt.

"Careful, I'll get hard again. Then you really might need a new car," the squirrel warned while he grunted, "gonna have to wait until I get softer to get out of this position, too."

Jeff rolled his eyes again and relaxed, settling in the back seat while they waited for the squirrel to get soft enough. He winced and groaned as the length began to slip out while Vincent tried to wedge himself from inside the car. The squirrel pulled out through the door and finally popped from the vehicle's frame. Jeff watched him and smirked a bit, though grunted, trying to squirm up to sit more properly in the seat to get out, himself.

Vincent assisted the mouse and then pulled him upward, chuckling while the mouse popped out of the vehicle as well.

"You're gonna have to take me home in your truck," Jeff murmured.

"Of course, fat mousey," Vincent snickered, trotting off before Jeff could retaliate.