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The ECF Plot

SynTech Slushpile #24

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Characters © Maloo

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Stretchy, matte black fabric stretched and pulled across enormous shoulders and arms, distending outward over the huge swells of an impressive chest before almost immediately taking on the outline of a fantastically thick sheath poking up between. Despite the cougar's girth, the pelt-tight one-piece suit showed none of the power in her core, seeing as how the half-hard maleness draping outwards not only pulled the fabric forward, but stretched well past her belly button. The fat, fluffy ridge of her sheath was made clear as well, shifting and swinging at the base in opposition to the thickness only partially escaping above. The suit's crotch dropped down below her knees, wobbling and jiggling as the oversized cup sewn into the front somehow accommodated the unbelievably massive nuts, which clearly swayed and wobbled down to her ankles.

Thanks to the heft and weight of her bosoms and balls, the cougar's massive, twelve-foot-tall body appeared stumpier and shorter than it really was, which caused the frightened purse snatcher she was currently lumbering after to cry out and gasp for breath when she cornered him in an alleyway. The non-reflective fabric pulled around the enormous feline's head except for the sections sewn in to accommodate her ears. The front stretched, and the purse snatcher wilted as a hot breath rushed past his head.

The massive black-clad paw stretched out. The thief winced as he heard the claws *snick* free of the ends of her fingers, a single one of which was bigger than his biceps. Something gently tugged the bag from his limp fingers, then the air filled with a guttural growl, while the enormous heat of her sheath and maleness squeezed him backwards into the fence, pinning him in an instant.

"Knock it off."

The enormous feline figure stood and turned. Even her tail was covered in the tight black fabric, which did, in the back at least, reveal the inordinate amount of muscles rippling along her shoulders, her back, her rump and thighs. The thief sagged back into the wall, nostrils flaring as he stared ahead, wondering just how close he came to dying. The huge feline crouched, then jumped, launching dozens of feet into the air onto the roof of the buildings surrounding the alleyway.

Maloo smirked under the black suit. The Enormous Cougar Fuckbeast always liked to end her patrols on a good note, and returning a stolen purse would be her ticket to calling it a night. Though a few people blushed and turned away or covered the eyes of their loved ones out of jealousy, the ECF landed in the middle of the open-air shopping center with a thud, then handed the purse back to the vixen it belonged to. The cougar nodded, then launched back out of the shopping center, leaving only her musky scent behind.

"Wait! At least give me your number!" the vixen called out.

Maloo jogged across roofs, occasionally steering clear of the buildings that didn't appear able to sustain her massive weight. Property damage was inevitable when it came to a 12-foot-tall, multi-ton superhero charging around, but the cougar did do her best to keep it contained. As her enormous balls swung to the side, smashing an air conditioning unit off its base and into a thousand pieces, the feline grimaced.

"Calling ECF, please respond."

Maloo pulled up to a halt and pressed her finger to her ear.

"This is ECF."

"Situation at the old stadium on the east side of the tower."

"Details?"

"None."

Maloo dropped her paw. She was used to getting mystery requests for dangerous situations, part and parcel of her contract with the agency that gave her assignments, her gear, and helped her keep her identity a secret. Apparently, they operated as an insurance company of sorts for superheroes. Regardless, so far the coverage was worth every penny the cougar paid from her various awards. Still, this was very little information to go on.

Maloo stretched both arms above her head and grunted as she twisted side to side, loosening herself up under the bright full moon. Her overdeveloped pectorals allowed her swaying bosoms the freedom to move as they pleased within the confines of the one-piece matte black bodysuit, causing the moon to cast wobbling shadows past her. The cougar's breasts were already wider than her immense shoulders, but their true heft was only demonstrated once they began rocking side to side. The equally massive, overgrown balls hanging down past the trunk-like thighs and calves provided a counterbalance, pendulously bouncing the other way of her tits. She clenched her rump cheeks and wiggled her ropelike tail wiggled as she set off at a slow, loping pace towards the edge of the building. Her paws swept down as her knees bent at the edge, and she sprung from the corner with all four limbs powering the leap. Soaring through the sky, massive bulging sheath and balls flapping in the wind, the ECF aimed for an open patch of park a few blocks away.

She thundered out of the night sky and landed with a roll that left a deep furrow in the ground beneath her between a pair of large trees, both of which tipped towards each other and creaked and groaned in protest as she compacted the earth beneath her. Maloo sprung forward again and landed in a sprint, charging through the park and up the street, running faster than the cars she passed, many of whom swerved to the side and screeched to a stop as the ground shook with each step.

It was twelve miles to the stadium, and twelve minutes was all it took the ECF to get there. She skidded to a halt in front of the main doors of the enormous complex, plowing her heels through the bricks as she came to a stop after ten or so feet.

Without missing a beat, the ECF put a paw on her hip and stared up at the old stadium. It used to host outdoor sports events and concerts, but was in disuse for many years and scheduled for demolition. Maloo scanned the doors and noticed a loose piece of plywood flapping at the end. When she investigated, she found it was merely taped on one side to give the appearance from afar that it was connected. The cougar frowned under her mask and pulled it aside, then frowned even more deeply.

The doors were only nine feet tall and, though they came in pairs that opened outwards, the other side still had security glass and chains on it. Maloo glanced to the left, then the right, then back to the left to be sure, before wrapping a paw around the center post between the two doors and yanking it out of the cement, screws and bolts and all. The hinges creaked as the metal twisted and tore free. The cougar not so carefully tossed the double doors and debris to the side, where it clanked down the concrete towards the parking lots, ringing out and scraping noisily all the while.

The cougar walked through her new and improved doors into the entrance of the stadium's lobby. Empty concession booths ran across the opposite wall, above which was the upper floor hallway and a large, empty marquee. There were stairs to the left and right as well, and Maloo could see that the same sight appeared throughout the outer ring of the stadium all the way around.

The feline inhaled, causing her nose to twitch against the black fabric wrapping around her head.

"Might as well come out," she said, her words echoing around the empty lobby.

"Ooh, she's got a good nose!" a high-pitched voice said. The voice cackled, screeching, as a jagged figure emerged from behind one of the concession booth counters. The slim, tall weasel's shocking pink fur stiffened beneath his white lab coat as he laughed and laughed.

"Ugh... cool it, will you?" another voice said. This one was softer, feminine, but dark and mean. An enormous lioness in a black vinyl harness covered in sharp metal spikes stepped out from behind the curved stair set to the cougar's left. Her full, plump golden breasts hung through openings in the front of the harness, with her plump, ring-pierced nipples on full display. Lower, the harness curved in around her lower belly, disappearing between her wide thighs and high hips. She pursed her lips as she stared at Maloo and slowly tapped the handle of the long black whip in her paw against the palm of her other hand. "Sorry about him."

"He's a loose cannon, but he does good work," a third voice chimed in. It came from Maloo's right, behind the other staircase. "Besides, he's the one who thought you'd come in this entrance."

The third figure to emerge was only a foot or two shorter than Maloo. A half-mask wrapped around his eyes, while a bandana of a kaleidoscope of blue and gold colors squeezed around the top of his head, between his dark brown ears. He was just as broad-shouldered as Maloo, but his upper torso shrunk down considerably towards his relatively normal-looking hips and legs.

The cougar sighed. Another trap? What was this, the third one this month?

"Don't you all have anything better to do?" the cougar asked. "Why are you hanging out in abandoned stadiums?"

"Oh, it's not just the three of us," the weasel cackled. "There are teams at every entrance."

That gave Maloo pause. It wasn't uncommon for villains to team up occasionally - even villains agreed with other villains once in a while - but for as many entrances as the stadium had, times three...

The cougar's upper torso twisted and her arm wrenched upwards. The whip held by the lioness, which was about to wrap around her neck, went three or four times around her bicep instead. The lioness pulled her arms back as though she were trying to pull in a fish as the black fabric split, revealing the tawny golden fur coating the cougar's arm.

On her other side, the cougar realized the big bear was charging forward. Shirtless, he let his massive belly lead the way, though he wasn't moving very fast on his tiny lower body. Maloo remembered his name as she stiff-armed the bear's forward motion by planting her paw on the end of his nose.

"Go back to the gym, Leg Day!" the cougar snorted. "And as for you, Lion Tamer... don't you know cougars can't be tamed? I'm the mountin' lion!"

The lioness yelped as she felt her body fly through the air. Her claws, latched into the handle of the whip, couldn't release in time. Maloo spun around, arms flinging outwards to drag the lioness towards her, then, at the last second, the cougar opened the door like she was carrying a bag of groceries in both arms. Only, the door was the lioness's head, and the cougar always won when it came to a battle of the glutes.

The Lion Tamer's body flung back towards the concession stands, where she put a hole into the wall and slumped forward next to a broken popcorn machine.

"Eeeheeehheeeheeheheee!"

The cougar whirled around and stretched forward, lunging with one leg out in front of her. Her hips dropped, and her enormous balls smacked into the floor as she threw the whip at the weasel butt-end first. Battle of the glutes: victory. The weasel stood for a moment, staring forward with a confused look on his face and a pair of syringes in each paw, before he fell backwards like a board and thumped onto the floor.

"There she is!"

"Get her!"

"Whoever kills the ECF will never work again! Let's go!"

Maloo took off in a charge as dozens of hollering villains in a riotous assortment of gear, wielding weapons from axes and knives to guns and, memorably, a short mouse with a missile launcher larger than he was, who made a satisfying splat when the cougar drop-kicked him into the concession stands.

Thunks, hollers, thuds, as the feline battled her way through the dark lobby of the stadium. Sharp blades and fangs tore at her suit and she could tell her arms and legs would be bruised, especially when she put a dent into the Metal Maiden's head with her elbow.

"Just... how many... of you... are there?" Maloo gasped, one arm out to support her huge body against the wall.

"Reward... reward... reward," the Metal Maiden said, clearly malfunctioning as sparks flew from the top of the vixen's head.

"Reward?" Maloo echoed. Her massive fist shot out, impacting the head, torso, belly, and crotch of a wailing, screaming, demonic-looking goat with bright red fur, sending him flying backwards at twice the speed he'd run towards her, disappearing somewhere down the far end of the curved stadium hallway. "What kind of reward?"

"Big... big... big..."

"How big?"

The Metal Maiden's ears rotated stiffly to the side and her eyes pulsed.

"Your... weight... gold..."

The robot's eyes dimmed and the metal seized into place, fingers still stretched out towards the cougar leaning over her.

Maloo's pupils dilated even further as she realized what that meant. Even she wasn't sure how much she weighed. Nobody knew. She kept it that way, lately. She'd even gone on television last week and told a local reporter they could know her weight over her own... dead... body...

"Oh, come on!"

The feline turned, shoulders back, biceps flexing. Her breasts squeezed through shreds in the suit across her torso, while one entire ball swung against her thighs and shins as she let out a roar, then lowered her shoulder and charged forward, barreling through a dozen villains coming at her as a group. Flinging them left and right, the feline smirked as she listened to the satisfying thud-thud-thud of unconscious evil-doers hitting the floor.

By the time she'd dealt with, incapacitated, and piled up all the villains she could find - their own gadgets and tools came in quite handy for this part - her matte black suit was less of a suit than an impromptu bikini. Thin, taut strands of black pulled across her huge sheath, keeping the oversized maleness pinned to her huge belly. Her massive sac split down the middle as strands wrapped up the front like g-strings, while most of her backside rippled with muscle in plain view. She was missing the entire sleeve of her left arm - it was stuffed into the throat of a villain who'd use less-than-choice language to describe her size as she punched his buddies. But a bit of uniform damage wasn't enough to stop the ECF.

The outer ring of the stadium was clear. Now it was time to find out who was behind this.

The massive cougar strode down one of the tunnels that led to the field, occupying much of it with her bulk as the light at the end drew closer. She realized, as she stepped out of the concrete tunnel, that the light came from a circle of industrial lamps positioned all around the field at the base of the stadium seats. The lights shone down onto the field, which, despite the decayed and decrepit appearance of the rest of the place, was not made of grass, but luxurious, glossy white marble with elegant gray streaks throughout. Large panels stretched across the entire field, converting the entire stadium, essentially, into a single office for the oval conference room table in the center. Clearly someone had been busy converting this for appearance's sake.

The table was dark wood, with a dozen matching chairs surrounding it, each covered with a black seat and back cushion. Occupying those seats were a variety of people in matching black suits, each looking more dour than the next.

Approaching with caution, Maloo headed across the marble field and approached the table. All twelve heads, six on each side, turned at the same time and stared at the ECF as she approached one end.

"This is like every nightmare I had in my twenties," the cougar muttered as she wilted slightly under the barrage of stone-cold stares.

"Well, board members, the previous plan has clearly failed," one of the people at the table, a short fox, said.

"Obviously."

"Of course it did. I voted against it, remember?"

"Then it's on to the next plan."

Maloo's tail twitched as the heads turned away from her and focused on each other. "Uh... excuse me?"

The executive sitting closest to Maloo held up a finger, motioning for the enormous feline to shush, without even turning around or looking.

"With the rising insurance rates and the failure of the alpha plan, we're creating a deeper financial hole."

"But the cost-savings analysis shows that will be temporary!"

"In the long term, eliminating the ECF will lead to a thirty percent decrease in insurance outlays, which means..."

All twelve voices spoke in perfect, greedy unison: "End of year bonuses!"

Maloo slammed her huge paw down on the table.

"Hold on a minute. Eliminate the ECF? That's me!"

"Yes. You're costing us a fortune."

"I was only able to buy three houses this year."

"Clearly your work is not as important as our ability to run our business."

Maloo's eyes widened under what remained of the black fabric around her head. Using her claws, she tore the rest of it off and bared her fangs at the board.

"You know, in this city, the villains are almost always like cartoon characters," she said, growling. "I much prefer them to the slimy types like you."

The cougar's bicep flexed as she grasped the edge of the table and, with one arm, heaved the solid wood furniture into the air. Papers and folders and decorative name plates went flying, along with the desk, which splintered into chunks in the seats on the far side of the stadium.

"Now line up and get ready to be arrested!"

The executives, to their credit, didn't flinch or react much at all. Instead, all twelve turned to look at the far end of the stadium, but not at the remains of their conference table. Instead, they watched as a long black stretch sedan pulled onto the marble and drove up, parking right in between where the table sat a minute before.

"The next plan, then?" the short fox asked.

Twelve hands shot into the air, and then the fox turned to Maloo.

"Very well. In this car is every person you've ever cared for. There is also a bomb."

"Unless you retire and leave the city..."

"Well, not to be crass, but you'll regret your actions, certainly."

"We won't, though, because we'll be even richer."

"Well?"

Maloo's fingers clenched tight into her palms. Her breathing sharpened and her growls filled the stadium with a deep, bass rumble, while below, the marble tile cracked under her toes where the claws pierced through the stone.

What should she do? Quit? Give it all up to keep her friends safe? But wouldn't that be a betrayal, too, to the city and the people she wanted to protect? Maloo's tail lashed behind her as her lips quivered around her sharp, bared white fangs. Her claws pricked her own palms as she stared at the impassive, stone-faced executives of the board.

The windows on the black sedan suddenly rolled down and a dulcet, familiar voice rang out.

"Oh, there's no bomb in here," the voice said. "Just little old me."

An orange and black tigress with a white muzzle and long blonde hair leaned out of the window, grinning as she waved a paw at Maloo.

"Oh, hey there. Sorry about this. Got my dates confused for when the board was going to try to seize control of the company and I was halfway through breaking in a new secretary when I realized."

The sedan lurched side to side and the tigress returned her paw to the interior, where a lean, tall otter squirmed on the feline's hips, belly bulging with an obvious thickness as her breasts pillowed across and around the smaller male's head.

"Annnnnyyyyyywayyyys, I meant to wrap this up before you got here, hot stuff, but since I didn't..."

The tigress's other hand stretched through the window holding a small, compact metal tube in her paw. She pressed the tip with her thumb, and a tiny drone the size of a bee flew up from the tip of the tube, then darted towards Maloo.

"Be a dear and handle these ingrates for me, would you, Maloo? Ta!"

The windows rolled up and the car reversed back out from between the seats as Maloo stumbled backwards, swatting at the tiny, darting drone with her paws.

"Hey! You! You! I wanna talk to yooooouucchhh!"

The drone made it past the cougar's flailing paws and landed on her bicep. There was a sharp sting before the cougar's palm smacked the tiny device into a million even tinier pieces, but the familiar rush of heat was already spreading through her body as she turned towards the board, licking her lips and curling them into a ruthless smile.

"Well, looks like your plans have all gone bust!" she said. Her fingers curled into a fist in front of her immense chest as the nipple bulged outwards, stretching past the strands of black fabric still managing to cling to her awesome bosoms.

"Not all of them," the fox said.

Maloo's eyes went wide when all twelve of the executives produced small metal tubes just like the one wielded by the tigress. Unlike Maloo, however, none of the twelve tried to stop the drones from stinging them.

The cougar's belly tightened and she huffed as the first foot of her cock, the very tip, half the crown, peeked from her sheath and pushed through some of the matte black strings and remnants of her suit. The intense warmth grew hotter in her belly as she let out a moan of pleasure despite herself. If all twelve just did to themselves what the tigress did to her...

The twelve executives suddenly stood up from their chairs and stepped forward, then turned towards each other and stepped forward again, until all twelve huddled up with the small, short fox in the center. The cougar panted hard, paws clenching, muscles flexing, as she watched the group squeeze together. The heat felt so good that Maloo couldn't stop whatever they were doing right now even if she wanted to; she was fixed, rooted to the spot, gasping and groaning as her nipples burned and her cock ached. The next several feet fled her sheath, rising straight into the air before the tip hit the undersides of her swollen breasts and turned forward, angling outwards and up around her breasts. The cougar's shoulders tensed as she gasped, fingers sliding over the sides of the enormous orbs, unable to reach all the way to the fat, hard teats at the ends. Her thick stalk did a pretty good job for her, though, once it hardened up enough to slide up and down across the fat nubs. Her paws guided her length as one foot after another another surged from her sheath, fatter and thicker and warmer by the moment. The immense brown pole hung forward from its own weight, and probably would have shattered the marble floor if she dropped it. Her massive sac draped across her wide feet as she groaned and shuddered, eyes closing as heat thrilled up her spine. The familiar sensations of growing, stretching, filling out larger and fuller swept through her, driving her arousal into overdrive.

When she opened her eyes to check on what the traitorous executives were up to, she realized that the twelve individuals were no longer so individualistic. Their bodies and clothes squeezed and shifted and curled around each other, rapidly absorbing and merging into one giant body. The riot of fur and pelt colors flattened out as the hips and legs took shape, smoothing over the excess limbs and pulling the last vestiges of the executives into one sixteen-foot-tall super executive. The massive red fox's muzzle turned towards the night sky, breaking into a peal of laughter as she flexed her arms. The tight, sleek black suit squeezed around her impressively built body while highlighting the ample chest and massive bulge. More surprising than anything to Maloo was that this amalgamated board was almost as big as she was.

Almost.

The heat flushed in her body and her massive cock bucked, releasing a few sticky gallons of pungent, fertile, and volatile cougar pre-cum. Her claws shredded the marble floor beneath her feet as she lurched forward, breasts swinging, cock falling forward. She charged across the marble like a knight wielding a lance towards the enormous fox, who roared back and charged towards her as well.

Their paws met between them, fingers interlacing, growling muzzles snapping inches from each other. Lower, their chests shoved together, flattening fur to fabric. The last few black straps of the remains of the suit snapped under the pressure as the ECF flexed every muscle in her body. The floor around both massive creatures' feet indented downwards with crunches that echoed through the stadium over the sound of their growls.

"You'll never defeat us!" the fox roared. The suit pants bulged as she flexed back against the cougar. "We are... inevitable!"

Maloo gasped as she felt her body twisted to the side. In a flash, sensing the ECF lost some balance, the fox mounted the cougar, spreading her legs around the enormous feline's hips and shaft. Her elbow drew back, fist bunched, ready to strike, as Maloo bucked her hips, trying to dislodge the fox's clenching thighs. The ECF closed her eyes, head back and ears folded, waiting for the flurry of blows she expected to land at any moment...

"Oooooh!"

Maloo cracked open an eye, then both, as she watched the fox's chest bouncing up, down, up, down, threatening with each shift to rip completely free of the straining white button-up shirt beneath the black suit coat. The fox's thighs squeezed even tighter, grinding up the ECF's massive brown cock as her muzzle dropped open, tongue rolling out.

"Nnnfff... oooh... ooh, yes!"

Maloo grinned and thrust out her paws, burying them in the mega-executive's chest. The fox's hair fell back around her hips as she leaned her head and shoved her chest forward. The bulge in her pants stretched outwards, outlining the pointed tip of the immense weight inside. A few more good squeezes to the fox's chest, Maloo thought, and-

The massive pink fox cock ripped through the seams, tearing apart the fabric as the aroused member flopped forward across Maloo's chest, bouncing off her immense orbs. The fox's balls and knot followed quickly as the pants split in the back as well. Maloo's lips pursed as she felt the soft, plush, fuzzy rump cheeks drag along her oversized thickness and let out a moan of her own.

This was not the fight the big cougar expected, but it was a fight she was confident she could win.

"Nnffff... no... feels... so good," the fox gasped, twitching and moaning as her thickness dribbled clear pre-cum over Maloo's nipples. "Must... activate... emergency... plan!"

The cougar's ears and eyes swiveled as she heard shouting from the far side of the stadium through which she'd entered. A horde of black-suited executives, dozens, maybe hundreds, streamed through the doors, each dressed exactly alike in sleek black suits and white button-up shirts. Some carried briefcases, others cardboard tubes, some staplers and rules. They ran towards the center of the field, where the fox's immense hips ground down across Maloo's even more magnificent arousal. Maloo may have been... she didn't even know at this point, maybe eighteen feet tall? Twenty? But there was no way she could win against hundreds of executives intent on fulfilling their greedy, nefarious plot.

Lights flashed on at the other end of the stadium, revealing the stretch black sedan parked just inside the entrance. The horn beeped twice before a white-furred muzzle poked out of the window of the back of the car.

"Go get 'em!"

High-pitched shouts and warcries echoed from the concrete tunnel behind the car before a flood of otters in blue and black SynTech jumpsuits streamed around and over the vehicle, charging across the field towards the opposing army of black-suited executives. Some otters were tall, others shorter, some clearly more muscular and others possessing a slim and twinkish frame. As they charged, many tore at their jumpsuits, leaving themselves naked before jumping fearlessly into the fray. Most were already fully aroused. At least one otter required the assistance of two others to carry his cock forward, being as his erection was six or seven feet longer than the small male it was attached to. Others wielded vibrators, massage tools, bottles of lube and oil, ropes, gags, and more. The army of otters squeaked with fury as they met the executives on the marble battlefield, though the sounds of war were, in this case, much squishier than normal.

Maloo turned her head, looking from one side to the other as the fox's insistent cries and grinds grew harder and even more eager.

"Screw it!"

The massive cougar's arms stretched out, grasping the shoulders of the fox, who was now at least three or four feet shorter than Maloo. For the first time, the ECF was honestly grateful for the strange tigress's intervention as she shoved the fox onto her back, then held the backsides of her knees and leaned forward. The vixen's muzzle opened and her eyes flared as she felt the cougar's body grind forward, sliding the tip of the enormous brown maleness under the draping, cream-furred fox balls. The ECF's biceps squeezed, fattening up further, as the heat in her body propelled her forward. For the first time in a long time, Maloo enjoyed the tight embrace of the inside of someone just as ridiculously proportioned as she was.

The fox's belly bloated immediately, though her high yelps and gasps of pleasure ricocheted through the stadium just as the two armies met, clashing in a line to either side of the thrusting cougar and fox. While the executives wildly threw their fists and briefcases around, trying to actually fight despite lacking any talent whatsoever for it, the SynTech otters had other plans. Two or three at a time would surround and converge on an executive, ganging up to strip them down before planting their wide, whiskered muzzles across their exposed bodies. Gasps and moans of pleasure rose up from the marble floor as piles of otters shifted and wiggled around the overwhelmed executives.

"Looks like your final plan isn't working either," Maloo growled. "Now I'm gonna show you just why they call me the ECF!"

The fox's muzzle stretched open again as the cougar's hips slammed forward. Their enormous breasts jostled for space with each other. It took only a few deep thrusts before the button-up shirt and jacket ripped off the fox's body - partly from the girth shoving into her belly, partly from the cougar's claws shredding through the material as payback for her own destroyed outfit. Maloo's fingers clenched the fox's legs, holding her tight, as she leaned her chest forward, resting her massive orbs on the vulpine's own impressive set. Her hips humped forward, each time smacking into the fox's balls, which shoved her cock deeper between the four heavy breasts pressing together between them.

"I never... I never knew!" the fox gasped, wriggling and stretching, arms clawing at the marble floor as the cougar had her way with the thick, wide hips. "It's sooooooo gooooooood!"

Similar panting howls arose from the other executives as they variously humped and were humped by the SynTech otters. Pools of pre-cum and jizz spread across the marble, mostly from the enormous cougar thrusting and pumping madly into the vixen as though her life depended on it, as the chorus of lewd, aroused gasps filled the air.

Maloo bit her lower lip as she felt the intense heat of whatever was in the drone sting elevate her senses. Her hips pumped, thrusting harder than ever, as she felt a tightness build in her hips. She gasped and dragged her fingers over the swells of the fox's chest as she leaned in close, squirming to work as much of her oversized length as she could into the gasping, gurgling vixen. A few seconds later, the cougar's roar echoed again through the stadium.

The vixen's entire body lifted off the floor as the cougar leaned back. Maloo's breasts jostled before settling as her huge arms bent, paws going behind her head as she thrust forward. Her massive length erupted, bloating the vixen as her legs fell to the sides, allowing the cougar a great view of her handiwork. She watched, licking her lips as a river of cum poured from the enormous fox's muzzle as she gurgled and trembled, while her own cock twitched, pouring a steady stream of seed between her breasts.

The cougar grunted, not satisfied with the enormous vixen's reaction. Leaning down, she stretched her arms under her own breasts and down to the base of the vixen's cock. As she continued to fill the vixen herself, Maloo's fingers squeezed around the knot.

"AaaaahahhhhHHHHHHHHH!"

"Heh... better," Maloo purred, watching as jets of vulpine cream arched into the air past the vixen's head from her pointed pink tip, knocking over a pile of otters on top of a lion nearby. She interrupted the flow herself a moment later, pushing her huge chest forward so that her muzzle could wrap around the tip of the vixen's length. Even at her size, Maloo's cheeks bulged with the effort of slaking her thirst through the fox fountain. When she pulled off, the stream of musky foxseed continued unabated, like someone turned the tap to full and left the room.

The cougar's large, powerful hands tensed, squeezing and rippling, working over the massive vixen's knot until she was clenching desperately, milking every last drop from Maloo's barbed length. Her belly was bigger than both of her breasts put together and spread across the floor like a rug of thick white fur by the time Maloo was satisfied - at least for the first round.

The superhero looked around and was happy to see all of the SynTech executives supporting the board's evil plans were thoroughly subdued, and most never looked happier than getting double-teamed by otters or doing a little double-teaming a few themselves.

The cougar's shoulders twitched and a funny look crossed her face. She leaned forward again, paws grinding into the vixen's chest as she lost her balance. Her legs kicked as she felt her spine curling, turning and growing, stretching her belly outwards, while large nubs grew from the sides of her hips. The heat of the sting from earlier flared anew as Maloo shuddered and panted, unable to move all over again as the second stage of the dose kicked in. Already twenty feet tall, with a cock at least half that, the cougar's transforming body stretched and flexed longer and longer, until taur-like flanks and hind legs shifted side to side in the back, while forelegs supported the cougartaur's enormous upper body. The vixen was beneath her, still impaled on the monstrously thick, long, barbed catcock jutting from between her hind legs.

Maloo groaned as she felt her huge sac squeeze against the insides of her legs and wrap around them. It was going to be tough to walk while dragging a pair of balls bigger than a minivan behind her, but for the moment, she was more than content to let them roll back and forth on the slick, wet marble. Her forelegs curled around the vixen's shoulders as the gasping executive gargled on her cum. When Maloo's long underbelly squeezed down into the fox's belly and chest, even more gouts of seed erupted from her muzzle.

Maloo's eyes closed as she listened to the content churring of the hundreds of spent otters around her, though her own heat was far from satisfied as she resumed thrusting, stretching, bulging the body of the vixen beneath her even as her maleness grew larger, fatter, longer, forcing the vixen between her forelegs. The red-furred, rotund villain scratched her claws across the marble as her breasts and belly both pillowed outwards. Her pelt stretched, occasionally showing the enormous barbed bulge of the cougartaur's growing, thickening shaft grinding deeper and deeper. The full weight of the taur's tank-like muscled body draped forward as her hind legs spread to the sides of her overgrown balls, lifting completely off the ground as the huge nuts swelled even larger. The vixen's throat bulged, muzzle open wide, as gushes of seed wider than her head poured from her bloating body, now wider than she was tall.

"Nnngggghhh... ooooooh, yeeeeaaahhhhh," Maloo moaned, her throaty purr drawing the attention of many nearby otters, whose churrs of interest in what was going on between the massive taur and huge vixen increased as they approached. Maloo's muzzle twisted into a grin as she smirked down at them on either side. "Sure you can handle all this?"

The cougar grunted as she felt a swarm of paws and muzzles on her fat balls. Her tongue dropped past her lips as she sagged forward, cramming the last few feet of her immense cock into the fully distended, bloated body of the sixteen-foot-tall vixen cumming like a fountain beneath her. The cougar's plump, wet sheath ground against the vixen's thighs as she felt the tight, hot, cum-filled body beneath her wiggle and jiggle uncontrollably.

Maloo felt strong paws grasping at her flanks, her forelegs, exploring her breasts, teasing her balls. First a few dozen, then many, many dozens, as the constant hum of pleasant, low otter churrs filled the air. Maloo's eyes closed as she felt otters climbing over her backside, groping at her muscular shoulders, even climbing around onto her muzzle and humping at her massive lips and tongue. Hundreds of the comparatively tiny, sleek-furred males teased and stroked and squeezed the ECF until she was quivering, panting, gasping as they urged her on, encouraging her to fill the already desperately bloated vixen even more. The red and white fur stretched as the vixen's arms disappeared into her growing belly and breasts, until her fat, wobbling, cougar-filled belly stretched almost as tall as the mountain of otters piled around them.

That's when the cougar's toes - all sixteen of them - broke right through the marble flooring, punching holes in the stone as she got a good grip. Then, satisfied with her purchase on the slick, cum- and otter-covered marble, the huge, powerful, muscular fuckbeast thrust for the first time in many minutes.

The vixen's urgent gargles and gurgles rang out even from under the swarm of moaning, fully aroused otters as her sudden bloating growth sent several tumbling towards the base, where humping hips and groping paws dragged them deep into the warm, squirming nest surrounding the taur on all four sides, hiding the long swell of her underbelly from view. Half a dozen pairs of otters fucked on her long backside as even more shared at her swollen, immense teats. Squeaks and moans echoed as the ECF's body dragged backwards, leaning away from the enormous vixen. A wave of seed made of many hundreds of gallons of potent cougar cum flooded from between the vixen's impossibly stretched legs, and dozens of otters found themselves washed away in orgasmic bliss as the potent jizz soaked into their bodies and muzzles. The flood ended as abruptly as it started when Maloo slung her massive, tank-like figure forward, burying her shaft to the hilt in the tight, hot vixen stretched around the insanely large pole. Again and again, with increasing speed as her claws dug into the old dirt and grass beneath the marble, each time erupting with waves of thick, hot cougar jizz that quickly flooded the stadium.

The ground shook and otters clung to the taur's balls as her moaning, bared muzzle thrust upwards, tipping towards the moon as she released every little bit of pent-up lust she could muster. Several times her immense balls lifted completely off the ground, and when they landed, the wrecking balls sent thunderous shudders throughout the arena. Entire sections of bleachers caved in, causing chain reactions as the deep, earth-shaking thuds continued. Otters found themselves needing to get creative to hold on, but the addition of dozens of paws and entire arms suddenly filling the taur's needy rump and glistening pussy only made the quivering and bucking more intense.

Maloo's eyes widened and her lips pulled back. Her breasts swung, bouncing upwards, sending otters flying as they lost their grip on her slick, hot nipples. The swollen vixen's body lifted completely into the air as the huge taur reared back, going onto her hind legs, muscles quivering at the effort of lifting herself up. Her forelegs pinched the sides of the vixen's bloated body, clamping together around the visible swell of her massive, barbed shaft as it distended the fox flesh outwards. The vixen's head fell back, still gushing with seed as the pressure within only intensified.

Still on her hind legs, Maloo's hips pushed down into her own balls like the massive sac was a beanbag chair, supporting the rest of her as she leaned her upper torso over. Dozens of otters squirmed, trapped between her balls and pussy, as she stretched her bulging biceps towards the vixen as she humped forward, dragging the fox down even further. The vixen's body grew incredibly, filling and bloating to almost twice what she already was in a matter of seconds as the hypertaur's huge sac dropped to the ground, having swollen even larger at the moment of orgasm. Despite her strength, the ECF lost her grip on the cum-soaked vixen's body, and by the second pulse of her latest orgasm, the bloated fox shot off the insane length like a rocket. She arced away over fifty feet, landing with a wet splat and eruption of seed from every hole in the flooded stadium, which was already several feet deep in thick cougar jizz. Maloo's huge balls swung into the air again, and this time the entire front of the stadium collapsed as the aging, rusted structural supports couldn't take the pounding any better than the vixen did. The cougar's revealed, bare cock fired a shot of jizz like a cannonball, punching holes in the brickwork around the stadium, each shot releasing hundreds of gallons of seed as the tide of her jizz rose another several feet. It was deep enough that the hundreds of otters in the stadium that hadn't been swept away on the cumtides now swam towards her, finding it easier to maneuver now that they had a more familiar environment to work in. Otters dove into the thick white seed, holding their breath as they wriggled and squeezed against her erupting maleness, covering the flesh from tip to base with dozens and dozens of warm, squirming otter bodies until she was blasting holes in the stadium walls like a machine gun.

A huge roar erupted from Maloo's chest as she worked out her pent-up release, eyes squeezed closed with each rippling wave of pleasure soaking through her even larger, more muscular body. The moon shone bright into the gradually collapsing stadium as the Enormous Cougar Fuckbeast delivered on the promise in her name...

The end