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White Falls Country Club: A New Arrangement

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 71: Corporate Advancement (12/16/18)

White Falls Country Club © Rykela

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"You know, this place started back in the 1800s when rich people thought the mountain air was good for consumption!"

"What?"

The gray-furred feline clutched one paw around the top of her dark green headset, trying to hear the helicopter pilot's voice over the sound of the rotating blades. Around them, a lush canopy of leafy and evergreen trees spread up the side of a white-capped mountain ridge stretching for miles north and south. A river flowed from high up in the treeline, fed by the melting snows year round. A natural plateau jutted out, though even its rocky face was covered in a thick layer of green vines, moss, and even wildflowers.

"I said, rich people thought the mountain air was good for consumption!"

Abigail's claws left small scratches in the green paint on her headset as the helicopter lurched to the right.

"Oh! That's interesting!"

The pilot turned around to focus on the helipad built onto a small, hewn-out plateau near a break in the tree line. The outlines of twisting and turning greens and fairways glinted in the morning sun as they flew in closer, eventually revealing the outlines of the wide and low luxury hotel built with stone and lumber to blend into the scenery. It oozed Gilded Age opulence, meticulously preserved from a bygone era. Abigail took it all in with fascination as she recalled a similar view of the resort from its pictures online. Usually she found photographs overstated the grandeur of a potential location for her office to send the company's executives on their various business conferences and retreats, but for once, she was not left wanting. The view of the grounds only improved as they came closer still, increasing the dramatic glint of the morning sun across the huge glass-covered facade of the hotel. Gilt inlays formed patterns of vines and leaves up and down the five-foot-thick timbers reflecting back the awesomely blue summer sun as it crept higher. A large, wide road made of meticulously-placed dark slate paving stones stretched in an arc around the curve of the mountain towards the hotel from the helipad, where it joined in with the road leading towards the nearby clubhouse and other assorted outbuildings. The hotel itself featured a mere 72 rooms, and though occupancy was always 100 percent, the resort had no plans for additional construction. New additions would potentially mar the historic beauty of the original lodge or, worse yet, reduce the ability of the lodge to provide such an elite standard of service to its high-class guests.

Abigail, as a representative of SynTech, was used to the strange and unexpected - even more so when it came married to wealth or power. SynTech executives, CEOs, and the like were often more than a little adventurous in all sorts of areas, so part of her job required personal scouting to ensure the executives' experiences would be worthwhile. The gray-furred feline had, in her short career so far, already visited not one, but three separate spas that turned out to massive otter orgies, two bed-n-breakfasts that offered much more than advertised, and a memorable stay in an ultraluxe Presidential Suite at the world's largest hotel in a city known for gambling, where she ended up winning the company of a few handsome males on the luck of a die roll.

Despite the odd excursions, Abigail was a consummate professional who took her job as a location scout for the Third-Party Vendor Department of the Executive Services Division at SynTech very seriously. She also dressed not for the job she had, but the job she wanted: a severe and no-nonsense black suitpants and jacket accompanied her similarly hardnosed, company-minded attitude. The feline had big plans for herself at SynTech. If making the executives happy was her job, she'd make them happy no matter what it took.

Abigail was, if anything, only nervous about the White Falls Country Club assignment because this was her first solo job with such an important, secretive, and hard to contact potential resort vendor. Three others in her office had failed over the past three decades to land a contract with White Falls and all three never made it past junior associate division manager before retiring. Abigail meant to ensure she succeeded. She desperately needed to make a good impression with her boss if she wanted to get that promotion to lead the department. This was her first big chance to show them she was up for the challenge and reach for that next rung on the ladder towards the top of the SynTech Tower.

All of these thoughts and memories ran through Abigail's head as she opened the door of the helicopter and tossed the headset onto the seat before grasping her small attache case. Tipping her head lower beneath the rotors, she kept her tail in close as she got out of the way of the large machine before it lifted back off, immediately re-clearing the helipad without ever slowing down. That was one of the many stipulations of Abigail's visit - the pilot, not being a member of the club or an employee, was not allowed to stay.

As the wind settled, Abigail smoothed out her coat and hair, not wanting to appear ruffled as she walked up the path towards the slate road, where she was greeted by a 14-foot-tall white rabbit. Despite the white lapine standing more than 8 feet taller than she was, Abigail didn't bat an eye, even as the rabbit's chest defied gravity, severely wrapped up in a white polo shirt, hanging over a tiny belly and wide hips, while a maleness almost as big as the feline draped down across the lapine's knees. It curled around the rabbit's testicles, easily larger from top to bottom than the gray feline was tall. They were held up by a stretchy set of white shorts that outlined every single inch of what was inside. A part of the uniform, Abigail supposed. And somehow made the lewd nature of that insanely large bulge all the more... naughty.

"Hello! You must be Constance," Abigail said, stretching her hand upwards once she'd cleared the rotors.

"Yes, Abigail, is it? I'll be taking you to your meeting with Ms. Whiteoak. I'm her personal assistant." Constance stooped down to accept the handshake.

The gray feline smiled as the large white paw enveloped her own, then released. She tried not to stare at the impressive curves of Constance's chest, but the way the white polo shirt stretched outwards made ignoring her attributes difficult, especially when they were nearly thrust in her face. Without the spinning blades churning the air, she picked up the rabbit's faint musk. Her nose crinkled as she did her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Abigail did her homework, of course, and hadn't arrived at the White Falls Country Club without knowing what sort of clientele the famously secretive luxury resort attracted. The request for a permanent SynTech suite had traditionally been made by a SynTech executive who already knew of the place, after all. SynTech had permanent contracts with hotels all over the world to maintain suites, apartments, and even entire buildings for the use of SynTech personnel, though the vast majority were high-end resorts, spas, and other services SynTech couldn't provide for itself for one reason or another - or simply chose not to. Abigail knew her job was based, in no small part, on the whims of her superiors, but that only motivated her to become one of those superiors as quickly as possible.

So she maintained her professionalism and made professional small talk with Constance as the large rabbit patiently slow-walked with the feline up the road towards the wood-and-glass main building. It was huge - larger than would be expected in person - much like Constance. Her proportions were incredible, with a chest that just never ended stretching outwards, defying gravity, above a narrow and spectacularly trim stomach. Wide hips housed thick buns in the back beneath a wispy white tail, while the overgrown maleness in the front stretched obscenely around and down under a pair of testicles that swung over the rabbit's narrow and lean legs. The white tennis shorts did little to hide any part of her lower half, while the white polo shirt was unbuttoned, allowing plenty of deep, fluffy cleavage to push through the distended neckline. Despite the weight and heft of her various parts, Constance walked gracefully, long hair billowing out behind her and almost shimmering in the sun. In fact, the rabbit walked with such good and proper form that Abigail was shamed into trying to make sure her own cadence matched the white lapine's elegance.

Constance wasn't the only distraction for the small gray feline as she walked up the wide path. She spotted several other staff members in white shorts and white polo shirts emerging from buildings to attend to the landscaping or carry deliveries to the service entrance, each as big and well-endowed as Constance. It wasn't until she followed the rabbit up the short flight of steps and through the tall glass doors into the White Falls Lodge itself that she saw her first guest.

The mink's long hair was swept back and down, glimmering gold from the roots to the tips, where a previous season's even deeper colors had yet to fade. Other than her mane, the hue of her ivory pelt matched the silhouette of a white leather collar, itself attached to a dark hunter-green mesh overcoat. The coat draped across the mink's shoulders, attached at the neck with a thin silver clasp nestled into her snowy white fur, then spread open around her chest, her massive tits barely kept modest by a pair of napkin-sized bikini cups struggling to cover her nipples alone. Abigail couldn't help but stare as she watched the twin mountains shift and wobble with every breath the gorgeous mink took. Her narrow belly flexed as she walked across the marble floor of the lodge towards the main doors, passing by both Abigail and Constance without so much as a glance. The hunter green cape fluttered above her wide hips and ultra plush tail, combed and teased and cared for with perhaps even more vigor than the mink's long hair. From behind, Abigail watched as the mink's bikini bottom squeezed up under her tail and, with a single long strand of cloth, controlled somewhat the swinging of the oversized, hip-to-ground length of maleness accompanied by the swollen orbs of a mink in high heat. Abigail could almost hear the sloshing as the oversexed mustelid strutted past in a pair of high heels that matched her jacket and bikini bottom, and could see the faint tendrils of a scent cloud drifting from her fur in tender wisps.

The feline turned to watch, staring through the glass, as the enormous mink stepped down the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom, a customized golf cart pulled up along with a vixen who matched Constance in both proportions and uniform. Abigail made a mental note to check if all club members received complimentary caddies of that... size.

The feline kept a serious face, but inside, she felt the cracks form. She'd done her research, after all. She was prepared. She was ready to procure the services of the world's most elite and expensive resort on behalf of her company. Abigail was ready to put her career on the line and some mink with a six-foot cock wasn't going to... to...

A wave of musk washed over the feline. Abigail's knees trembled as she inhaled, the scent of sex and lust and desire triggering carnal flashbacks to her previous stay at an elite resort. From inside the elevator, a fully aroused tigress emerged, her enormous member leading the way as it bumped up against the heavy swells of her chest. It looked like she was walking a mammoth dog on a leash, her shaft lazily ejaculating in squirting, steady bursts. A ridiculously ineffective yet somehow sleek and fitting black dress shimmered around the tigress's narrow belly, running upwards before turning at a sharp angle to form cups under the lower halves of her breasts, just barely overlapping half of each nipple. On the tigress, easily a foot taller than Constance, those nipples were as large as milk jugs. Spurts of thick white cream dribbled from each fantastically large tit as the feline cock pulsed, lifting its entire length high upwards, only to bounce off the oversized chest and flop back forward with another burst of cum. The dress had a high, high slit, allowing it to part around the base of the hypersized girth and drape over either side of the swollen and taut white orbs beneath. They had to have been four feet across and produced such a deep, musky, lustful stank that Abigail's thighs wettened within seconds.

The tigress paused when she spotted Constance and offered a bemused smile.

"Oh, Constance, darling," she said, lifting a paw in acknowledgement. Ornate rings and decadent bangles covered her deep pelt. "I'm afraid the dance instructor will be unavailable for some time. Do reschedule me with a new one tomorrow? That's a good dear."

The tigress strutted off without waiting for an answer, each jostling step causing her enormous cock to swing, splattering thick cum across the marble floors and walls. Her incredible sac swung gracefully from one side to the other with each haughty step, going the opposite direction of her titanic maleness. The click of her high heels - sparkly black, like her evening gown - echoed across the opulent lobby. Within a few moments, a team of cleaners emerged, discreetly and politely cleaning up and mopping while ignoring their own immense erections.

"Impressive," Abigail said. "Teams are always at the ready? We have something similar at SynTech."

"Yes, I'm sure," Constance said. She had the tone of someone who was trying to be polite, but her faint smile said she knew some corporation could never come close to the level of hospitality proffered by her own employer.

"Er, well..." Abigail started, but her words drifted off as the aftereffects of the tigress's musk-laden trip down the elevator hit her anew. If that was a normal thing, and the place still remained this spotless, maybe Constance deserved to be a little smug.

By the time the elevator ride ended - and it was a short ride up to the fourth floor, the top of the building - Abigail was biting her lip and trying not to make noises. The tigress had left an inch-deep reservoir of seed on the floor of the elevator, causing all sorts of involuntary biological responses on the part of the feline. Even Constance wasn't unaffected, though, and Abigail got to see just how far those uniform shorts could stretch. The blunt tip of the rabbit's cock, as big as a normal person was, pressed against the doors as they opened and led them through into the offices of the White Falls Country Club, the rabbit barely emitting a sigh as cum began to bubble through the fabric of her uniform. A soft creaking filled the air, and Abigail tried not to ogle the rabbit that was growing larger right next to her.

Her insides were quivering, and Abigail closed her eyes and tried to quiet the pounding in her chest. The tigress's scent made it hard to focus on anything around her as she followed Constance through the main office, where a pair of identically huge and stunning Siamese felines sat at large desks with specially-built keyboards. They nodded at Constance in unison as she led Abigail up to one of the large wooden doors leading to an interior office. A nameplate read "Marion Whiteoak, Manager," a name that Abigail recognized from her correspondence with the resort to set up this meeting - a task that was itself an achievement.

"Ms. Whiteoak will see you now," Constance said with a smile. "Thank you for visiting White Falls!" She reached down and adjusted the drooling bulge in her shorts.

The rabbit smiled and turned, her bouncing, throbbing cock leading the way back out of the office past the Siamese felines. Abigail stared at her as she left, then shook her head to gather her thoughts. It didn't matter that she'd been growing bigger right before her eyes. No distractions. Unsure if she was supposed to enter right away, Abigail waited a moment before shrugging and opening the door.

Like the rest of the building, Marion's office featured wide-plank floors and exposed beams, the stone walls complemented by elegant wood that darkened with age. Framed photographs of various people Abigail assumed to be guests hung on the walls, along with awards and commendations from various travel publications with names like "Elite Platinum Resorts" and "Luxury World." Most of the photographs bordered on the lewd, tits and cocks and balls taking up most of the canvas. In the middle, a pair of large chairs and a pair of smaller chairs, each with an appropriately-sized coffee table, sat in front of a wide and expansive oak desk that backed against an enormous window. The window proffered perhaps the single most spectacular view of a green mountain and river the feline could imagine. Abigail approached slowly, trying to keep her thighs together as her brain recognized a whole new scent filling the room.

"Ah, Abigail Adora," the skunk behind the desk said. Bright green eyes took stock of the small gray feline as Marion lifted a navy-furred paw and gestured towards one of the smaller chairs. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you for seeing me, Ms. Whiteoak," Abigail said, settling into the seat. "I appreciate you making an exception to your rule."

"Yes, well, traditionally the resort has always engaged its membership directly, as you know," the skunk said. As she leaned over the desk to make eye contact with Abigail, her massive chest flattened across the surface, completely enveloping her keyboard and papers. Bits of white fur poked through the buttons keeping the dress shirt wrapped around the huge orbs as the dark blue suit jacket hung open. It'd never been able to fully close around the skunk's oversized torso to begin with.

"And I hope to change your mind about that," Abigail said. "I'm sure you're familiar with SynTech. We're a world leader in various industries and research, some of which has undoubtedly helped your clients. In fact, a few SynTech executives are already members here."

A smile spread across Marion's plump black lips, revealing small and sharp white teeth. She lifted a paw and brushed some of the long, silky black hair cascading around the sides of her head away from the white stripe running up the bridge of her narrow muzzle.

"Yes, I'm familiar with your company, of course. But the question is, why should White Falls establish an executive account for SynTech?" she said, leaning forward even further and thoughtfully pouting her enormous lower lip. Abigail tried not to stare as the large outlines of the skunk's nipples stretched outwards against the white fabric of her shirt. "We're doing just fine with our current system."

"SynTech can offer any number of perks and bonuses, both monetary and of the... err... technological nature," Abigail said. "Additionally, SynTech has various departments available that specialize in underground construction, should you wish to take advantage of your mountainside location further."

The skunk smiled again and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Adora, but White Falls isn't in any need of financial, construction, or any other help. We do quite well, as you must have noticed on your way in, and we pride ourselves on maintaining a connection to our rich history and our surrounding natural environment."

"All the more reason to form a partnership with SynTech," Abigail said, the words rapidly tumbling out. In her head, the gray feline's thoughts flashed back to the strong language in the request from her boss that SynTech executives have open rooms available at the resort as soon as possible. "You'll have long-term clientele with endless pocketbooks to cement your standing as the world's most elite and luxurious golf resort in the world, all while maintaining your historic ambiance and scenic beauty."

The skunk tapped a finger against the tip of her nose and nodded.

"It's true, we aren't in financial need now, but things always... change, don't they? Perhaps some sort of a retainer system would be advisable, at the very least," Marion said. She leaned back in her chair and the desk creaked as the weight of her chest lifted. "Very well. Draw up a contract and send it to me when it's ready. I'm sure you already have something fleshed out, so we can go over the details tomorrow. I doubt I'll need to remind you of the standards White Falls upholds in all of its dealings?"

Abigail's ears perked. Was that it? Had it been that easy? She nodded, a smile growing on her muzzle, and stood to reach up and over the desk.

"Yes, of course. Discretion is part of my job as well, Ms. Whiteoak."

"Although there is one last thing, Ms. Adora..."

The skunk's paw grasped at the gray feline's wrist and pulled her up and onto the desk. Abigail gasped as she felt her feet leave the floor. Marion was strong, that was clear, much stronger than her narrow wrists, slim arms, and waspish stomach would imply. As Marion stood up, Abigail's head lifted as well, eyes going wide as she realized what the manager was hiding under the desk all this time.

"You'll be staying as our guest, and the White Falls policies about guests are very clear. Unfortunately, we can't allow you to stay as you are now, though I'm sure you were told?"

Abigail's thighs squirmed as she watched a massive length of dark onyx maleness slap down across the desk, smothering the keyboard again. It laid next to the outstretched feline, quivering and shivering, not yet fully hard but clearly aroused. The massive head twitched, swelling larger as a few splurts of rich, musky seed dribbled out onto the hardwood floor, the volume of its leakings slowly increasing with each passing moment.

"But on the bright side, I have a quick and effective solution."

Abigail's muzzle opened, but no protests came out as she felt the skunk's paws roughly grasp at her body, stripping her suit coat off and tossing it aside before tackling her pants. She ended up straddling the enormous length, legs spread apart, knees not touching down onto the desk as her palms flattened across the top, feeling the throbbing heat from within. The mephit's shaft had to have been as tall as its owner, quaking with every burst of seed that traveled through its girthy length. Despite the massive, oozing loads of cum already spilling out from her monstrously huge arousal, Marion's attitude didn't change. Her breathing remained calm and serene and each movement was calculated for elegance and efficiency. She took her job seriously as well, it seemed, something she had in common with the feline.

What they didn't have in common was size. Marion didn't hesitate to use that to her advantage, and dragged the semi-nude feline forward to smother her with skunk-tits. The buttons ripped apart as Abigail felt herself pushed between them, arms reaching up and scrabbling for purchase in the 14-foot-tall skunk's cleavage, but all that did was overwhelm her in more and more musk. Her legs and hips dangled as the skunk took a few steps, positioning herself. Marion let out a moan as she felt the feline squirming between her orbs and shivered.

"Mmff... I will say that, like SynTech, we firmly believe in hands-on customer service," the skunk said. Between her thighs, the white-furred sac wobbled, pulling up taut as her maleness flexed into the air, rising up until it was pointing towards the ceiling. A thick shot of cum gushed into the air from the engorged helmet before hitting the ceiling and splashing wildly, the urethra bulging as the tip arced over her head by a good two feet.

Abigail's eyes widened once more, only to shut tight as the skunk pulled her from her cleavage by the ankles and spun her around so that the feline laid across the tops of the skunk's huge chest. Marion spread the SynTech representative's legs out to the sides, holding Abigail's ankles delicately between her thumbs and fingers. The skunk's gigantic body, larger than any mountain, pulled back, dragging that hypersized length of mephit-maleness between Abigail's thighs until the head propped forward, easily larger in diameter than the gray cat's hips.

"You can't... be... seriouaaahhhhhhssssssss!"

The skunk's long and lean thighs lifted her massive sac and shaft upwards, wedging the magnificently large tip beneath the feline's tail. Abigail's voice pitched higher and higher as the skunk pulled her down, all while pints of cum turned into gallons, heat blossoming inside her body like spreading plasma. Marion's eyes closed as she leaned forward, pinning Abigail down with her chest as her hips pushed and pushed and pushed, stretching the feline open wider than should have been possible.

"I'm very serious, my dear. You'll be ready for White Falls... very soon!"

Abigail's muzzle stretched wide, but all sounds stopped as the skunk's thickness stretched her open. Foot after foot filled her belly and distended her skin. Marion's fingers and claws gripped at the small feline as she humped forward, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the feline into a living cocktoy. In and out she pistoned, heedless of their size difference, interested only at burying as much of her enormous black maleness deep into the gray-furred feline beneath her, her rhythm simultaneously relaxed and merciless. The desk groaned and squeaked as she leaned forward, dragging her massive nipples and breasts across the frozen Abigail's body, milk oozing through her shirt and soaking the cat's fur. Her hips continued rolling back and forth with a gentle tempo that nonetheless sent several yards of cock sawing and plunging back and forth, working itself deeper and deeper a few inches at a time.

Abigail couldn't think, couldn't move. The sensation of being opened so easily... of filled so full... of being taken so ruthlessly, and yet with such grace, as though it were effortless... her mind blanked as pleasure bombed her every nerve. She reached up and forward, pressing her palms around the skunk's nipples, but was unable to fully grasp even one of them as she felt her stomach swell outwards.

The overwhelming sensations growing larger and fuller by the minute, each slow and deep motion driving more than half of Marion's enormous length between her thighs and easily abusing and using her, the feline finally found her voice.

"Moooore!"

Marion tossed her head, a hand brushing her long black hair around her neck again, and smiled down at the feline past the swells of her chest.

"Don't worry, Ms. Adora. At White Falls, we always... please... the... client!"

The skunk leaned backwards on the last word, both paws dragging the moaning feline down by the ankles until her entire body wrapped around the incredible shaft, outlining the veins and the ridge of the crown. Abigail groaned and sputtered, grunting as thick white cum bubbled up from inside her throat and spilled out over her lips.

Marion's eyes closed as she thrust her hips upwards, balls swollen and tight, pulsing as the pleasure reached the climax and pushed her over the edge.

"Ahhhhh!"

One enormous load of spunk after another surged through the skunk's cannon, firing off deep within the SynTech representative dangling around the base of her maleness. After the first few, however, her belly stopped growing. Other parts filled out instead.

Abigail could feel it happening and shuddered as a non-stop orgasmic wave of lust washed through her body. Her nipples ached as her breasts stretched outwards, groaning and creaking and inflating like balloons. She could feel her belly contracting and narrowing as her limbs pressed in all directions, making her want to wriggle around the massive shaft impaling her all the more. Soon her chest fought for space with Marion's, competing for real estate between their bodies as the gray feline grew taller as well. The obscene bulge of the skunk's cock stretching Abigail in every direction didn't lessen any, but as she approached eight feet, and then ten feet, and then twelve feet in height, she was able to start thrusting back against it rather than simply being there for the ride.

Marion grunted as her hips pumped forward again, resuming their powerful thrusts. She ran one of her paws up along Abigail's leg, feeling the long and slender tone of the newly grown appendage, before placing it over her shoulder. Marion's breasts squeezed through the feline's legs, bouncing off the cat's own growing set as she quickly recovered from her initial orgasm and readied herself for another.

Abigail clenched and squeezed, gasping as she felt the strange new weight on her chest sliding and bouncing and draping as the large skunk - still a good two feet taller than her - continued to pound and thrust, pistoning that oversized monument to too much of a good thing deep inside. The feline closed her eyes, back sliding wetly along the top of the desk as she wrapped her legs around the skunk's narrow hips, making sure Marion couldn't pull out too much of that titanic, ejaculating arousal.

But the changes didn't stop at her torso. Abigail's lips clamped shut as she felt a peculiar new lust in her loins, but her paws couldn't reach around the torpedos on her chest. She had to settle for the friction from the skunk's breasts as they rubbed and bounced against her, each time stroking and massaging the fast-growing maleness sprouting from Abigail's thighs.

It started off big to begin with as it flexed upwards from the base of her crotch, swiftly accompanied by a pair of balls easily large enough to squeeze up against the skunk's belly. The constant, rhythmic pressure as Marion's eager pounding sped up only stimulated Abigail's growth faster. Before long, the large pink length snaked its way up the gray feline's belly and between her massively engorged breasts, throbbing so loudly it resembled a softly-beating drum.

Abigail's eyes crossed and then closed as she felt the effect of four warm, firm orbs each sliding and rippling across a shaft of several feet in length containing trillions of sensitive nerves. The entire length bucked, slapping upwards against Marion's chest, before exploding at the tip in a shower of eager seed. The gray sac spread flat as it pumped gallons upon gallons of seed through the still-growing maleness, coating most of the floor and Abigail herself in white, her cock swelling and surging up and out with each voluminous load that pumped through it.

"Bigger! Bigger! BIGGER!" Abigail's voice changed with each shout, growing huskier and more sultry, tongue lapping over an expanding pout of a lower lip. She could hardly hear herself over what sounded like a roaring flood of fluids and the din of slapping sexual flesh.

In response, Marion's movements increased in speed yet again. Her claws dug into Abigail's thighs as her chest and the feline's collided over the enormous new arousal, easily eight feet long and as wide around as a car tire. It bounced over the bulge of the shaft still stretching and filling and warping the inside of Abigail's body, each time sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her primal brain. The skunk groaned as she leaned in, slamming home one final time, burying the last foot to the hilt as the gray feline's growth maxed out, leaving her as voluptuous and horny as any other guest on the resort.

Only... not quite as skinny. The skunk's second load was, if anything, even larger than the first, and this time it did bloat the feline's belly. Waves of cum shot from Abigail's open muzzle as her fat nipples, each pink bud now bigger than both her fists put together, shot twin sprays of milk into the air. Her thick new maleness lurched up and out, flexing and struggling to pump as much cum as it could from her achingly full and heavy balls. It felt like a firehose, her cumshots blending together into one continuous, unstoppable stream of seed.

Driven by the scent of Marion's musk, Abigail came for almost ten solid minutes, non-stop as she writhed around the monstrous maleness impaling her. The skunk turned her head, looking through the window at the magnificent view of the winding golf course, rocky river, and spruce-fir dappled mountains. The warmth of the sunlight on her pelt felt quite relaxing, especially as she slowly felt her orgasm ebb away. Her hands absentmindedly smeared cum and milk through Abigail's fur, leaving it vastly silkier and fuller than it had been before, and Marion enjoyed herself with it as she waited for the latest guest of the resort to recover.

"Some of my better work," she said, patting the feline's belly with much pride and eyeing the size of her enlarged chest and new additional maleness. Abigail's arms and legs were longer, slender and sleek, while her belly was narrowed and tucked in despite the weight of her heavy rump and thick thighs. Though covered in cum and milk, the feline still had a classy and elegant air about her - just the sort of patron that White Falls Country Club sought out. Marion ran a finger along one of Abigail's ears, picturing a fine piece of jewelry dangling from it.

"Once you have that contract drawn up, make sure to contact my office," Marion said, her voice a low purr as she dragged her meaty length free of the gasping and twitching feline. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of details to explore. In the meantime, feel free to recover in here. I'm just going to step out to prepare the paperwork with my secretaries. When you're ready, I'll show you where your room is in the hotel." She continued to ejaculate as she eased Abigail back onto the desk like a makeshift bed, stroking her immense shaft and aiming it to continue bathing the huge, dizzy herm.

Abigail mumbled something through the muzzleful of cum still drooling down around the edges of her plumped up, pouty lips, moaning as seed splashed across her face and in her open mouth. She wasn't able to move a muscle while the skunk quietly jerked off for another minute or two, painting her tits in layer after thick layer of jism. Even being cummed on made her shake with pleasure. The feline's radically altered body trembled as she lay across the desk, one leg and her fat balls hanging off, arms stretched to the sides as she slowly drained.

The sight of her limp, cum-coated figure made Marion gave her a gentle pat out of sympathy, but when the skunk left the office, she didn't bother to put any of her clothing back on. Her hard cock was still fully aroused, cumming, and ready for a round three - as one secretary quickly discovered - and even a round four, as the other realized a few minutes after that.

Left by herself, Abigail finally came to her senses... in a manner of speaking. She wrapped her hands around her satisfyingly titanic erection, a dazed smile on her face, and began to masturbate with slick, cummy slurps, trying to remember what the contract was about through the haze of lust. Her face flushed and she eagerly licked her lips at the rubbery sound she heard when her malebits began to expand again, the pressure in her loins starting to rise anew. The gears turned in her head - the contract could wait.

Marion did say she was a guest now, and guests got room service. And there was a certain white rabbit the feline would love to call over for some room service...

Abigail leaned in and pressed her nose against her shaft, inhaling her new musk, not quite male or female but something of both, a delicious and spicy aroma she was sure would prove a big hit back at the office. If nothing else, she'd be able to recommend the White Falls Country Club very highly to the executives at SynTech when she got back, whether the contract panned out or not...

The end.