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Atari's Gym: Keep It in the Lockers

By Danath

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Though the gym was busy, there was little noise besides the hum of the lights and the low rumble of the heavy duty fans circulating fresh air into the large main room, though the constant scent of musk and sweat was impossible to remove. There was no music, though occasionally the radio was on by request. There were also no televisions or other distractions, only the occasional grunt or heaving sigh. A variety of patrons occupied most of the stations, with several in the free weight section.

One was a bulky lion with a large reddish-brown mane surrounding his broad golden-furred muzzle. A fittingly massive chest stretched the sleeveless t-shirt clinging to his pectorals, following the curve over the mounds of muscle and each abdominal bulge below despite his short, dense pelt. Dorsal muscles flexed along both sides as he slowly raised his right arm up and down, supposedly lifting at a purposefully slow rhythm, though his focus appeared to be less on his counting and more on another of the lifters at the free weight station.

Another distracted patron worked out on the other side of the same row of barbells as the lion. The otter's dark brown coat shone under the lights as his shoulders and biceps flexed. Shirtless, the sleek male's toned, perfectly sculpted body looked like it could cut through water as easily as the air. Though not as overtly muscular as the lion, his compact physique could power out reps of heavy barbells without strain. The otter's bright brown eyes stared forward, though he managed to keep his tan muzzle closed at the view.

And they weren't the only two distracted by what was going on in the corner. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors consisting of several four-foot-wide segments stretched out four lengths in each direction from the corner. The smaller weights, down to five pounds, met there from the ends of two of the racks. One of the racks was reversed to provide extra room for more people to use the equipment at once, but nobody was at the moment, which meant the view to the corner was open to most of the gym. Eyes stared from around the busy space, most of them holding more than a hint of lust in their gleams.

One set of eyes, however, held little lust and more contempt.

"Look at him," said the large tiger standing just inside the swinging front doors. "I don't mind when someone shows off. We're in a gym, it's a good thing. But at this point I'm surprised he didn't bring his own stripper pole."

The feline's glossy white pelt rippled across his broad shoulders and arms, causing the visible black stripes crossing his fur to appear to move. A taut t-shirt squeezed against the tiger's chest, outlining the powerful belly built up from years of lifting. The shirt said "STAFF" on the back and on the front featured the gym's logo, a large capital "A", with a barbell composing the horizontal line in the letter. Standing well over seven feet tall, the owner of the gym cut an imposing figure.

Beside the tiger, a short, fit squirrel flicked his tail in agreement. He wore a similar shirt to the tiger and carried a pile of clean towels in his gray paws.

"Yeah, he seems to like attention. I got a feeling the locker room is going to be a mess again today."

The tiger grinned. "Hard to tell these guys not to do what comes natural. As long as they keep it in the lockers, shouldn't be an issue, Marcus." The big male turned his head just slightly and glanced at the squirrel out of one eye. "I'm glad you clean up after yourself in there, though."

Marcus stared straight ahead. Even his bushy tail stopped quivering for a moment. "Uhh... I mean, it was... just a few times. It won't happen-"

The tiger's meaty paw clasped on the squirrel's backside. He grinned and leaned over. "Why do you think I designed the place to be cleaned out with hoses from floor to ceiling? Like I said... hard to tell these guys not to do what comes natural."

The squirrel's eyes widened as the huge feline's muzzle dropped closer to his own. "I... uh, I guess so," he said, nostrils flaring as the tiger's scent hit him for not the first time, causing a sudden bit of movement in the employee's shorts.

"Just keep it in the lockers," the tiger said, his voice a purr so low the squirrel strained to hear it. "Now go have fun."

The tiger squeezed the squirrel's shoulder and then smirked as his employee blushed and hustled off to deliver towels. Then his eyes narrowed as he found himself occupied by the antics of the new gym member in the corner.

Atari didn't know much about him, not having been working at the time he signed up. One thing the tiger was sure of, though, was that the newest member of his gym was not here to get a traditional kind of workout. And that, the feline realized, was what annoyed him about the fox.

A fine auburn red pelt wrapped around a pair of slim shoulders and slender belly, then stretched outwards around a pair of wide hips that stretched tight a pair of pale green gym shorts. Classically appealing, like a sculpture come to life, there was no one who could deny his attractiveness. Long, lean legs extended outwards as his rump pressed back, tail lifting and flicking side to side above the round bubble butt. White fur coated his chest and ran down the center of his belly in a strip, while black fur coated his forearms, his legs below the knee, and the tips of his ears.

He raised his right arm from his bent-over position, lifting a ten-pound weight, then lowered it and did the same with the ten-pound weight in his other paw. His eyes focused on the mirror in front of him, though Atari was sure he wasn't watching himself to make sure he used the correct form, but rather to gauge just how many eyeballs were ogling his backside.

The tiger crossed his arms over his broad chest as he considered the beautiful vulpine figure. He smirked as he considered his own hypocrisy. He'd done all sorts of things all over the gym - often right in the free weight section where the fox was showing off now by stretching and limbering up. He'd always cleaned up after himself, of course, so nobody was the wiser, and he wanted to keep it that way. So his informal "keep it in the lockers" rule came into being. That, and his other informal rule: "Have fun, but work hard." So far the fox was having plenty of fun, but was not working very hard at all. And causing the other patrons to work less hard as well. At least in one sense of the term.

Relaxing his arms, Atari shrugged and returned to the front desk. He'd try dropping a few subtle hints about taking his workouts seriously first. As long as they kept it in the lockers, there was no need to get involved.

"I'm going to be up in my office for a while. It's almost time for you to go, right?"

Back in the gym, the fox was enjoying himself, though he was running out of fun ways to show off for all the big, buff males watching him. The big golden lion looked ready to pounce any moment and the hot otter looked ready to crack him like a crab.

Not to mention the bull, the wolf, the three cougars hanging out at the punching bag, and the other fox, who had at least a foot in height and a hundred pounds of muscle on the slim vulpine. There was also a warthog at a squat lift station trying to get his attention by racking up massive amounts of weight on the bar.

And, finally, the squirrel speaking to Atari previously, who now approached with towels for the lion, otter, and fox. He grinned at the fox as he handed him a towel, which the red-furred male accepted with a smile. The fox's paw caressed the squirrel's fingers as took the towel. Lifting it to his muzzle, he leaned back, conspicuously pushing out his hips and showing off his flexibility.

"Ah, that better," he said, draping the towel over the bench seat in front of the free weights. "Thanks."

The squirrel nodded and scooted away, out the swinging doors to the front where everyone could hear him call up the stairs to the owner's office.

"Taking my break! I'll be back in an hour!"

The fox glanced towards the door, checking to make sure the squirrel was gone. He turned himself to face out from the corner, head turning from lion to otter, a devilish grin on his muzzle. The clock on the wall showed it was past ten, which meant the front desk was closed and on the card-based automatic access.

Showtime.

He strolled towards the otter, who watched with a smirk on his large muzzle. The fox reached out and stroked his fingers across the bridge of the larger male's nose with one paw while the other flattened against his belly before sliding down with the lay of his fur right into his shorts. The otter stiffened and then huffed, smirk widening, as the outline of the fox's fingers wiggled against the fabric.

The vulpine looked over his shoulder at the lion and wiggled his hips as he leaned over. His paws dragged the otter's shorts down, revealing the buff male's package for only a moment before the red and white muzzle descended, stretching around the thick inches extending from the otter's sheath. The otter hardened within moments as his legs spread to improve his stance, his eyes widening in shock at the boldness of the vulpine. Soon the fox's throat stretched open as the muscular otter's hips shoved forward, deep-throating the eager fox.

The otter's short, powerful legs and long upper body meant the fox had to lean over almost at a forty-five degree angle with his legs locked straight, presenting his plush backside to the eager golden feline behind him. The lion's low growl sent a shiver up the fox's spine as big paws grabbed at his hips, dragging down his shorts and exposing his plump, perfectly round rump. A paw wrapped around his tail at the base and shoved it forward just as he felt the tip of a thick maleness prod beneath it, hot and wet with pre-cum already.

"Rumors were true," the otter said, his smirk stretching from cheek to cheek as he jammed his hips forward, burying his meaty stalk to the hilt, until he felt the fox's nose grind into his crotch. A massive pair of tan-furred testicles hung like softballs down to mid-thigh. "'Massive slut, can't help himself, check out Atari's.' Who'd have believed it?"

"Shit, he's having a go right out here in the gym? Atari's gonna kill us if he walks in."

"Relax, we'll just warm him up out here, no mess."

"Yeah, right. You're already dripping."

The lion's teeth clenched as he pumped his hips forward, forcing his own beefy maleness to spread open the fox's backside. His hard length was thicker than the fox's arm and as long as the distance between the fox's finger tips and elbow. The vulpine's whines and moans and squeals were squelched by the otter's thickness, but they could both feel the wriggling and shaking as the lion's powerful erection stretched the fox wide open.

"Size queen is what I heard. Can't help himself around a big dick and can take anything. Lucky for me."

"Too bad for you, though, Gordy!" someone said. The hard-bellied warthog shoved the speaker, though he grinned around his tusks, his hard cock straining out against his shorts as he watched. Judging from the warthog's bulge, as well as the stretched shorts of the other assembled gym-goers, a lack of size would not be a problem for the moaning, wriggling, gagging fox twink.

Laughter erupted as the lion and otter quickly set up a rhythm, pumping in unison to jam their shaft deep into the groaning, gagging, squirming fox toy slung between them. Other gym members approached, forming a circle around the fox, some taking their cocks out, some helping their neighbors, as they all waited for a turn. Two of the cougars stepped up on either side and grabbed the fox's paws to direct his fingers to their erections, each as big as the other, far too large around for the vulpine's single paw to wrap around them even partway.

The otter's webbed fingers squeezed around the back of the twink fox's skull, forcing his stretched muzzle down again. His hips battered forward, grinding his shaft to the hilt again and again, hard and rough. The fox's eyes watered as he tried to keep his teeth out of the way of the fat shaft invading his throat. Pre-cum rolled from his nostrils as his eyes squeezed shut. The otter's fat balls slapped against the fox's muzzle every time his hips surged forward. The urethra shoved against his tongue as the broad tip flexed deep in the back of the twink fox's throat.

Behind the small male, the lion's claws dug into the fox's hips, just above his pelvis. The muscular feline's hands could wrap nearly all the way around the slim fox's belly, giving him a superb grip with which to punish the fat, juicy rump clenching around his massive arousal. The maleness plunged in, distending the fox's belly and sending a shock of pain and pleasure through him. His cock jerked between his legs, splattering the floor between his feet with his seed. His cock slapped back and forth, up and down, as the lion's thighs tensed, bouncing his broad hips off the fox's firm, smooth tush. The golden feline's sac, each orb bigger than the fox's head, crashed against the back of the small male's knees, causing them to buckle. He didn't sag an inch, though. Between the lion's oversized thickness and the fat otter shaft fucking his throat raw, his legs simply dangled above the rubber pad under the free weight section.

The otter finished first, slamming in hard and pulling out on the second or third burst of cum. Most of the thick, spunky seed filled the fox's belly; the rest trickled out his nose or drained out of his gasping muzzle. The otter's squat legs tensed as he grabbed his shaft with both paws and milked the next few splatters of goo across the fox's muzzle and hair, though a fair bit ended up on the dumbbells and floor around him.

He'd barely finished wiping his semi-hard thickness across the vulpine's cheek, smearing the last of his seed into the red pelt, when the powerful bull stepped in. He had a midnight black coat of short hide-fur from head to toe. Even his hooves were a glossy onyx color. He wore a tight tank-top that stretched across his wide torso, while below, a huge dark red maleness throbbed above a pair of white shorts. Black hair fell around his brown eyes and broad muzzle, while a pair of ears twitched between two long, white horns. The horns grew outward to either side of his skull for a foot before turning upwards and ending in sharp black points.

The fox licked his lips, nostrils flaring as the bull's intoxicatingly masculine musk overrode the recently finished otter's tang. The bull grasped his cock in a paw and grunted.

"Open wide, gymslut."

The lion's body trembled, muscles flexing, rippling beneath his pelt, as his paws squeezed tighter around the fox's belly. The white fur bloated outwards as the feline's orgasm made him groan with pleasure. The fox's eyes widened as he felt his stomach distend from the sheer amount of rich male seed pumping into his bubble butt.

The cougars in his paws were moaning louder now as well, thrusting their hips and grinding against his sides.

The lion dragged his cock free, still spurting and flexing. The fox's gaping tail hole drained thick seed down his cute little sac and thighs as the lion used a paw to shoot the last few loads across the vulpine's backside.

The other fox, a tall and muscular example of his species, elbowed his way in. His fat ebony maleness twitched, long and thick, especially in the middle. The shaft narrowed towards the base, though from the way the fox's white-furred sheath bulged, he still had a surprise up his sleeve. Powerful abs rippled across his white belly; the rest of him, save for his black forearms and lower legs, had a rich red color a bit lighter than the smaller vulpine.

"Hold on," the bigger fox said, grinning at the bull. "Flip him over."

The bull grinned back. "Good idea... easier to throatfuck a gymslut that way."

The small fox whimpered as he felt strong paws grasp him and turn him over easily, suspending him in the air. The two cougars impatiently grabbed at his wrists, pulling his paws back to their aching erections, as the fox squeezed the smaller male's thighs against his belly and chest. The small fox's feet barely came up to the larger fox's shoulders.

The well-lubed vulpine's ass stretched open eagerly for the bigger male. His whine of pleasure was silenced, however, by the bull's fat tip. It rolled over the fox's lips and stretched his cheeks outwards. He had to tip his head back as the huge male leaned forward, grinding deeper and deeper. One of the bull's hands reached out and wrapped around his throat, palm stretched flat as the fat length stretched the small male's throat.

"Fuck, I love feeling just how big I am," the bull said, a wicked smile on his lips as he stared down at the wriggling male.

"Know just how you... nnnfff... feel," the bigger fox gasped. His hips drove forward, right to his fat sheath, filling the smaller male's rump and then some, stretching it just as good as the lion had.

When the fox pulled his hips back, his cock remained in place until the white sheath pulled away from his knot. The fat ball of sensitive flesh ground against the smaller male's hole, threatening to shove in at any moment. As thick as the fox's fat cock was, his knot was even wider.

"Whatever you're doing to his ass, don't stop," the bull said, his voice a gasp. "He's lovin' it."

The big bovine's shaft was three-quarters of the way down the fox's throat by now, a lewd bulge under the bull's blunt, rough fingers. As he dragged his hips back, he sighed and then flexed, shoving forward, grinding in deeper, working his thickness all the way down.

"Meet in the middle?"

The cougars groaned as the vulpine's slender fingers raced up and down their lengths. They leaned forward against each other, between the bull and fox on either end, and kissed, muzzles opening as they pumped their hips, fucking the small fox's paws and his sides equally. Simultaneously they came, erupting over each other and the small male, coating him with a sheen of slick, sticky cougar-spunk. Dribbles of white rolled down the fox's sides and puddled on the floor beneath as the cougars used their paws to aim a few choice blasts of simultaneous cum-sprays towards the fox's chest and face, soaking him down by the time they finished.

The muscular fox grunted as he shoved forward. His huge knot strained against the tight rim, but the powerful vulpine's body overpowered the smaller male. The twink jerked and twitched as his cock erupted again, a pitiful amount compared to the lion or cougars or otter before. His whole body wriggled between the two massive cocks invading him as the big fox leaned forward, gasping and moaning as he immediately tugged his hips backwards. The smaller fox's belly distended as much as his throat as the two huge males used and abused the warm fleshlight gurgling around their meaty stalks.

It didn't take long for the bull's rhythm to quicken. His huge hips drew back until only the tip of his massive length was between the fox's lips before his hooves scraped the pad. He shoved forward, a wet noise echoing through the gym as he pumped his cock to the base, until he could feel the small male's lips stretch around his entire length. He pulled back and did it again, and again, keeping his paw wrapped around the fox's throat so he could feel his length grind in over and over.

The big fox growled as he dragged his knot free of the smaller fox's tail hole. That triggered another intense series of wriggles and spits of cum, but it was nothing compared to the next few minutes. Each time the huge knot stretched the small male open, it gave only a moment of relief before dragging back out. The muscular vulpine's arms and chest bulged against his pelt as he knot-fucked the trembling twink until his whole length slammed in and dragged out as though there was no knot at all.

"Don't stretch him too much, Jake! Leave some for the rest of us!"

The fox ignored the jibe as his knees trembled. With another loud growl, he pumped his knot in one last time, just as his orgasm hit. Thick seed drained around the huge blocker despite its girth as the small vulpine's belly grew another few inches around.

"So much for not making a mess..."

The bull's huge shaft quivered as he stroked it in and out of the fox's throat. The ease with which he deepthroated the much smaller male sent shivers down the spines of the other muscular males watching. The big bull snorted, eyes closing. He stamped his left hoof down onto the rubber, then the other, then the left again. His enormous sac pulled upwards, dragging itself free of his short as he thrust forward.

Liters of thick jizz filled the fox's body in the next few minutes. Most of it bubbled up out of his stretched muzzle and nose and cascaded down his face and ears like a waterfall. He hung in the air, held up only by the two massive shafts impaling his slender body, each visibly stretching him from the inside as they forced more musk, more masculine essence into his bloated belly.

As soon as the bull's thickness dragged free of his lips, his muzzle was open. He swallowed hard, trying to talk as his overfilled belly sent gulps of cum back up his throat.

"More!" he gasped, his voice demanding the next thick cock to service, but it was the only word he could say before he belched up a few mouthfuls of seed.

"Better give him a moment to drain," the third cougar said. "Then that fat ass is all mine."

"Maybe we better finish in the locker room," someone said.

"Then I'm bouncing - I don't wanna be here when Atari sees what we did to the weights. Heh."

"Don't worry, that cute squirrel, whatisname -"

"Marcus."

"Yeah, Marcus'll clean 'em. He's got a thing for jizz anyways from the way he was suckin' my nuts last night."

"Quit braggin' and let's get him to the lockers."

There was a chorus of agreements, then a mass of paws grasping and squeezing and dragging the moaning, leaking twink fox through the doors to the locker room.

Back in his office upstairs, Atari realized he'd lost track of time finishing off some monthly paperwork. He stretched his arms over his head and leaned back in his chair, stifling a yawn, before standing up and heading for the stairs. He took his fair share of late shifts, but it was easier on the nights he had help. Marcus should be back from his break by now. The squirrel was impressing the tiger: always on time, eager to help the customers, and didn't complain about anything. A model employee who enjoyed the perks of the job. Plus, the white tiger hadn't missed how much the squirrel was packing on in the last few months. If there was one thing Atari respected, it was dedication to and respect for the workout.

The big feline headed down the stairs and past the front desk into the gym proper. He stopped inside the doorway, nostrils flaring as the overwhelming scent of musk and cum struck him.

"What the..."

He stalked towards the back of the gym where he saw someone near the free weights. Marcus, it turned out. The squirrel was working a mop across the cement and rubber, trying to clean up the huge dispersed puddle of cum. Gallons of the stuff.

"Hey, boss, I just got back a few minutes ago. Looks like they pulled a fast one on me," Marcus said. "Sorry about that."

"Not your fault," the tiger said, his voice a growl. "I should have stuck around downstairs."

"They kept some of it in the locker room," Marcus said, "considering it's in about the same shape as out here."

"Put a hold on that for now and come with me," Atari said, heading for the front. "The guys wouldn't have done all this out here unless they got some encouragement."

"We're probably thinking of the same suspect, in that case," the squirrel said, dropping his mop and jogging to catch up with the tiger. The short male slowed his pace as he came alongside the much larger feline. "Want me to drop his membership?"

The feline's lips spread and his teeth glinted as he smiled while he locked the front door and put a "temporarily closed for cleaning" sign on the window.

"Don't worry about that. I've got something else in mind for that fox."

At the same time the displeased tiger discovered the mess of his free weight section, the cock-hungry fox stepped out of the showers. His belly hung over his thighs. It sloshed as he walked, fat and full, but his fur was clean and freshly-dried. His cock dangled limp in his sheath as he tried to count how many orgasms he had. At least a dozen. Not bad, but nowhere near his record. Too bad they all knew the attendant was going to come back when he did, or he could have gone longer. He was sure he could have milked a few more blasts out of all of them, especially that big-knotted stud fox. The vulpine shivered, rump clenching instinctively, as he remembered the feeling of that fat ball pumping in and out of his body so easily...

His cock gave a little twitch and he grinned as he stood in front of his locker and dropped his towel. Maybe he'd jerk off once more before he left. The smell and the sight of so much cum coating the floors, benches, walls, and lockers was enough stimulation to get his shaft solid once more.

He'd just got his paw wrapped around his half-hard shaft when he heard the door to the locker room open and the sound of several pairs of feet walking towards him. The fox grinned as he turned around and leaned against his locker, slowly stroking his hardening shaft as he waited for whoever it was to appear around the bank of lockers. Maybe he'd get another dick up his rump tonight yet.

"Oh, it's you two. Was wondering if you'd catch me," the fox said, grinning as he slid his fingertips across the tip of his length. "How 'bout a threesome?"

The white tiger narrowed his eyes and grinned. "That's not a bad idea."

Marcus glanced from the fox to the tiger, eyes wide. "Wait, what?"

The fox licked his lips, eyes darting to the tiger's hips and noticeable bulge therein. "My, my..." he said, walking towards the gym's owner and employee. "This night just gets better and better. You might be the biggest of them all."

The tiger's grin didn't waver as the fox stepped in close and slid a palm over the stuffed shorts, checking for the feline's size. His eyes widened a bit as he squeezed.

"You're... you're still soft?" he gasped. "It really is my lucky day."

"You could say that," Atari said, "but Marcus here is going to handle you."

The fox pouted and squeezed the tiger's bulge again as Marcus stared, muzzle hanging open. "Wait... WHAT?"

Atari's eyes and ears flicked towards the squirrel. His paws gripped the fox's shoulders and pushed them down, shoving the plump, well-used, stretched fox-rump towards the squirrel. The fox was happy enough to get a faceful of the tiger's crotch, though he wanted to ride the tiger something fierce.

"Go on, Marcus," the feline said, still smiling. "You've been wanting to ask me in here for a while, right?"

The squirrel grinned and grabbed at his shirt and shorts, quickly pulling them off and shoving them into the first free locker.

"Yeah, I mean, I just... wasn't sure... so I..."

The squirrel stopped stammering for just a moment as he struggled with his shoes and underwear.

"But yeah, only..."

Atari shoved his hips forward, bumping his massive bulge around the fox's muzzle and shoving his hips back into the squirrel's crotch, where his thick red shaft, already hard, squeezed between the furry cheeks.

"Don't worry... you're the meat."

"The meat?"

Atari's tail flicked out and brushed across the squirrel's muzzle as he neatly stepped around both males and grabbed Marcus's hips. The squirrel's large, bushy tail feathered against the bigger male's chest as a gasp of eagerness escaped his lips.

The muscular feline's grip shifted, both paws grabbing the fox's hips in front of Marcus and pulling them back, guiding the vulpine's tail hole right over the squirrel's shaft. It slid in easily with almost no resistance, though both males let out moans as the tiger pulled them firmly together.

"Now you hold that right there," Atari purred into Marcus's ear, "and I'll be right with you."

The squirrel looked over his shoulder as he heard rustling. The tiger's clothes came off quickly, then a warm length slid between Marcus's rump cheeks and up his spine. It was heavy, hot, and flexed against his soft, velvety fur. Marcus sagged at the knees for a moment as he inhaled the feline musk through all the other thick scents in the locker room.

There wasn't much in the way of foreplay, but Marcus didn't mind as his cock flexed inside the loose fox bent over in front of him. Something wide and warm pressed under Marcus's tail, slowly grinding in as he tried to relax. It was massive, enormous, and felt so intense as it stretched him open that he found his claws digging into the fox's hips. Unable to stop the moans escalating in his throat, he could do little but lean further forward as the tiger's stalk stretched him open.

And once Atari was in, the tiger was really in. Marcus groaned as his cock flexed, already on the verge of firing a load into the fox's well-used rear end. More and more and more of the tiger's maleness filled his bottom and he gasped with each and every inch spearing into him. The tiger's paws reached around, grabbing the fox's hips just under Marcus's gray paws. With a grunt, Atari leaned back and thrust out his hips, driving his cock to the hilt inside the gasping squirrel as he hoisted both of the two smaller males into the air.

Gravity ensured there was no escape as Marcus wriggled on the tiger's pole. His belly stretched, distending outwards, as his hips quivered, pumping and thrusting as he spasmed, his first orgasm of what Atari intended to be many flowing through him. It was simple for the muscular big cat to keep his grip tight and bounce his knees, making his cock jerk and writhe inside the squirrel while Marcus's much smaller shaft did something similar to the fox's rear, though with much smaller effect.

So small an effect, in fact, that the vulpine was getting impatient and jealous. He could hear the squirrel's groans and recognized them instantly. Only a truly huge, awe-inspiring cock could bring out a moan like that, and it was the noise he wanted to be making.

"Don't worry, fox," Atari said, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. "You're gonna have more cock than you know what to do with soon."

The tiger's huge biceps squeezed tight around both males, rubbing his pelt into theirs as he humped upwards, bouncing Marcus on his cock and, through the transitive property of fucking, the fox on Marcus's shaft. Both of the smaller males could only hold on, grasping at the tiger's strong arms and making all sorts of noises that Atari found to his liking. His fat balls, each white-furred orb bigger than the squirrel's head, jiggled and jounced against his thighs and knees as he slapped hips hips home with increasing power.

"That's it," he groaned as both smaller males let out simultaneous cries of wanton need, "just... a little more..."

The fox's body trembled as he felt something stirring deep within. His arms reached down, past the tiger's arms clenched around his sides and chest, to feel his stomach. To his astonishment, he felt the outline of a broad, dense, flexing maleness - Marcus's shaft had somehow grown many times larger in size and now stretched the wriggling fox twink to the point his whole lower torso took on the shape of the invading stalk.

Marcus wriggled as well. His eyes closed, squeezing tight, as he leaned back into Atari's muscular chest. He could feel the pounding of the tiger's heartbeat against his backside as his cock flexed again and again, each time driving deeper into the fox, who's legs now kicked spasmodically. Marcus's testicles dropped, roiling up and down as they filled out.

The squirrel couldn't see what was happening, but he felt what came next. The fox's legs bounced against his growing balls, now almost as large as Atari's, which was ludicrously massive for Marcus's short frame. When the fox tried to pull his feet away, he found they were stuck to the squirrel's light gray orbs. As another shock of pleasure twinned through the two small males, the big tiger squeezing them together just grunted and purred, lazily thrusting now into the stretched squirrel's backside. Thick feline seed dribbled back out as the squirrel's overfilled body overflowed, adding to the mess already present on the floor around them.

The fox wriggled even harder as he pressed his palms against his chest. The head of the squirrel's cock was driving even further up his body, filling and stretching him from the inside. He could feel the pulse of the urethra under his fingers as his fur splayed, revealing a changing skin tone underneath. The fox's formerly black skin lightened to a deep shade of red, starting at his chest and spreading around his body. At the same time, his fur fell out, clumps of hairs at a time.

Marcus, whose arms were pinned to his sides by the tiger, could only thrust his his hips with what little range of movement the tiger allowed him as he watched the fox's head tip backwards. High-pitched squeals of utter pleasure went silent as the squirrel's massive endowment stretched right through the now fur-less fox. The vulpine fell forward, extending from the squirrel's lap at a forty-five degree angle as his legs disappeared fully into the massive set of nuts swinging from the stretched male's crotch.

Atari's breathing quickened and he tightened his grip. HIs slow, regular, deep fucking increased in pace; the tip of his black length stroked outwards against the squirrel's belly, stretching him so tight that the pulsing veins running up and down the tiger's length showed through the stretched gray fur coating the small male's belly. His paws slid down to Marcus's hips as the squirrel's cock heaved up and down, pulsing and jerking. Pre-cum bubbled from the tip as the fox's features began to melt into the flesh of the maleness stretching him from his hips to his snout.

Marcus's paws went to his stalk, now that the tiger's buff arms were on his hips. He kicked his legs and bucked as the tiger's stalk shoved outwards, bumping his belly against the broad length composed mostly of the former fox, now a permanent part of the squirrel's maleness. The squirrel's mind blanked as the pleasure of feeling his length flex and jerk, arching and spitting as though it were alive. The fox's overstretched muzzle, spread around the entire fat rod, melded away into the flesh of the shaft as though he were surrendering to the huge dick, giving in to the maleness. The length trembled more and more as it absorbed the fox's elastic body, pulling it into the red flesh and joining him to it. As the fox felt the intense, gut-churning spikes of pleasure claiming him, Marcus felt the same, sharing in and doubling the pleasure he got from his paws stroking his immense maleness.

The last vestiges of the fox merged around the squirrel's sheath, tinting the gray fur surrounding his crotch a shade of dark red. As the last few hairs transformed color, the tiger's grip tightened. The big male dragged Marcus down with a ruthless tug of both paws, making sure the squirrel took his massive shaft to the very base.

"Nnnffffffyyyessss!"

Atari's roar echoed through the locker room as his cock rubbed lower, pointing straight out from the squirrel's distended belly. The tip flexed back upwards as a visible gush of potent feline jizz erupted inside the squirrel's body, instantly bloating his stomach and forcing it to squeeze against the enormous maleness jutting from Marcus's thighs. Marcus's eyes closed tight once more as cum gushed past his lips, out his stretched tailhole, and shot from the tip of his oversized, dark red shaft. The whole length wriggled and flexed as he grasped it with his paws. He could just about get his arms around it and clasped his fingers together around the bulging urethra. The squirrel's tail flickered against Atari's chest, bumping against the tiger's face.

The gray-furred male could last no longer. His huge balls draped low, bouncing off the feline set beneath. His length dropped forward and erupted like a cannon being set off, shooting a blast of white seed down the aisle. It splattered against the opposite wall, leaving a web of jizz stretching from floor to ceiling. The squirrel's cock launched another blast, just as potent and powerful, while at the same time shrinking somewhat as the fox fully integrated, sealed within, feeling the orgasmic pleasure of being a living shaft and little else.

The massive shaft shrunk with each flexing blast of seed, though it retained its overall proportions. His balls shrunk somewhat to match as well, though by the time he lay panting in the tiger's arms, exhausted and overfilled, his meaty length stretched from his hips, around his fat stomach, and over his shoulder, where the semi-hard tip wrapped around his arm and drooled seed down his backside. His fat nuts quivered as his chest rose and fell rapidly, though it was barely noticeable over the bloated roundness of his gut.

Atari waited until he could feel his cock pulling free of its own accord, shrinking slowly back into his sheath, before moving to pull the squirrel off. The smaller male's body twitched in his large paws as he dragged him free. When his meaty tip popped out, gallons of cream squeezed out of his tail hole, adding to the mess of his fur. The tiger gently laid the squirrel on the wooden bench and grinned down at him, admiring his handiwork. Though it wasn't visible yet, the squirrel got more than just a big dick. Once he'd properly drained, he'd find his whole body was curvier, smoother, rounder in all the right places, which accounted for why his shaft shrunk down so many feet. Already his rump was fattening up and hanging down around the edges of the bench to either side of his tail; by the time his body absorbed the rest of the vulpine and the tiger's seed, the changes would get more pronounced yet.

Atari licked his lips as his cock hung half-hard from his sheath, reaching past his knees despite being semi-flaccid. He had a good feeling about Marcus as he watched the squirrel massage his balloon-like belly. The squirrel was going to make an excellent employee. And the fox was going to learn a valuable lesson about keeping it in the lockers at Atari's Gym.