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"Fat chance, man." Flare smirked at the muscular tiger sitting on his couch. Hands on his hips, he stood in front of the sofa while the bright rays of sunlight that shone through the window illuminated his brawny physique, casting a wide shadow across the hardwood floor. "You totally get off to me way more. I know you do."

"In your dreams!" Kindle shot back, his gaze trained on the Incineroar. Every breath puffed his burly chest out, momentarily causing the fabric of his T-shirt to tighten and conform around his plump pectorals. "Which, coincidentally, is what you do with me every night. You can't get enough of me."

Flare scoffed. "You wish. I see the looks I get from you at the gym, and I know you like what you see." A cocky grin contorted his mouth as he flexed his arm, the muscles on his limb doubling in size from the tension.

"And you're saying you don't sneak peeks at me?" Kindle quirked a brow at the Pokémon, a smile worming its way across his face. "I know your eyes linger on me when I struggle to get my top off after a good workout."

Despite the bickering, both Flare and Kindle were good friends with one another and had known each other for ages by this point, having met at their local iron pit when they happened to be slinging weights at the same time. They immediately caught each other's attention as the pair of them happened to be the largest in the gym by a fair margin. This then led to them hanging out more and discovering that they had other things in common, such as both of them possessing the ability to grow their bodies at will but still preferring to work out to pump themselves up. They got along fairly well, yet their similarities meant that they clashed every so often.

The argument that the two cats had found themselves in the midst of materialized out of nothing in particular, yet it had completely dominated whatever they talked about to start with. The size of their bodies were a common enough discussion topic for the pair of them, but over time it took on an increasingly sexual nature, such as with the current dispute.

"You're trying to tell me that you're not turned on by me?" Flare sneered. "Dude, you're hard as a rock!" He pointed at the other feline's dick swelling up in his baggy sweatpants.

Considering that he wasn't alone in that regard, Kindle didn't find that to be a particularly fair observation. "You're coming at me when yours is peeking out of your shorts?" He nodded at the Incineroar's shredded lower half, the other cat's own cock swelling up past the bottom hem of those gym shorts. "Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that."

Flare gestured his dismissal of the comment. "Please. What makes you think that's because of you?"

"Because it would have to, unless you're saying you get off to yourself." Kindle smirked.

"And why wouldn't I? It's only natural." Flare's tone took on an impish quality as he grabbed his firm pecs through his tank top and kneaded them with his fingers. "You see this chest right here? Why the hell wouldn't I be into this? It makes tons of guys weak in the knees, so I might as well have fun with it too."

Kindle rubbed the side of his face. "Somehow, I don't think admitting you're a narcissist is really that much of a win, given the conversation."

"Are you actually telling me you don't get off to yourself?" Flare leered at the beefcake tiger. He knew that he had a way with words, able to get under someone's skin with some pointed effort. Given the people that he normally hung out with and the things that they liked, it rendered the task trivial. "You don't think of how your muscles rub against each other after a workout, pumped and sweaty from lifting all that weight? You don't think of how much tighter your clothes get?" His eyes caught movement in his peripheral vision, with it being the other cat's manhood stiffening up in its fabric prison. "I knew it."

Kindle rolled his eyes as he huffed. "Alright, so what if I do? You probably still get off to yourself faster than I do."

"Right, because you don't cream yourself every time you're in the shower."

"Oh, I do," Kindle unabashedly admitted, "but I'm sure I last way longer than you do."

Flare's competitive nature welled up inside of him, straightening his muscly back when he heard the remark. "You wanna bet on that?"

"Maybe I wanna!" Kindle leaned forward on the armrest with a confident look in his eye.

"Okay then, let's settle this. I've got a proposition for you." The look that Flare gave the tiger indicated that a particularly naughty idea had formed in his head. "You and me - we're having a growth off. We'll grow ourselves as huge as we can until one of us cums. Whoever that is, loses, and the winner gets to have their way with them." The ruleset, while direct, was kept intentionally vague - just how he liked it. It gave him options were he to need them. "Do we have a deal?"

Kindle barely took half of a second to mull the arrangement over before agreeing to it. "We do."

"Excellent." Flare purred, already formulating a plan that would let him win.

Knowing the other feline's tricky personality, Kindle knew not to let his guard down so easily. He decided that it'd be best if the first move to ensure that he'd remain in the competition, else the Pokémon could effortlessly take advantage of him. "Time to prove you wrong and make you eat your words." Assurance sounded through his words as he began stripping his tight shirt off while pushing himself to his feet.

Unfortunately for the tiger, Flare moved quicker, already one step ahead as he bodychecked the other feline back onto the couch. "Ah ah, I don't think so!" He taunted the disoriented cat struggling to remove his top. The first move was his, and his alone, to make.

Before his rival could even tell what was going on, he had already started growing himself. Little by little his muscle groups expanded, adding inches along his body as he flexed them larger. The sensation was phenomenal, and he savoured it as much as he could.

Flare's pecs were always a standout on his bulky body, but the accrual of dozens of pounds of dense musculature made them pop even more. His already strained tank top fought even harder to stay in one piece, but the sudden overwhelming presence of chest meat broke the camel's back and caused tears to materialize along the fabric, ultimately shredding the poor garment without a second thought.

His constricting shorts were next as the discomfort from his package was making itself increasingly known. Those quads of his surged in size, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tensed them. They bloated from already impressive groups of muscle to ones that could effortlessly crush watermelons if given the opportunity. The mounting pressure provided by his thighs overloaded the tensile strength of his gym shorts, tearing them asunder and releasing his achingly hard crotch rocket into the open air. Just about the only thing remaining unaffected by his sudden ballooning was the band that tied his hair back into a ponytail.

Flare reveled in his newfound freedom. His admiration of his own form increased as his size did, fondling his titanic chest boulders with arrogant aplomb. He was already so huge and beefy - beefier than the only other guy in the area who could even conceivably compete with him - but he wanted more. The yearning hunger inside of him coaxed a throb from his swelling tool with every squeeze of his prodigious pecs, but the wager still stuck freshly in his mind, and he made sure not to overwhelm himself right off the bat; he had to claim victory first.

His frame jutted out in every direction as the mass piled on. Already towering over other people, his height only climbed the more that he focused on his rapid expansion. More and more his point of view rose, giving him the perfect vantage point of his fellow, freshly liberated competitor, who gawked at the advantage that he'd given himself. If he wanted to win, then he had to make a statement right from the get-go.

A multitude of emotions welled up inside of Kindle as he bore witness to the incredible head start that the imposing Incineroar had stolen from him. "Goddamn it..." He grunted as he bolted to his feet, shucking his clothes off as quickly as he could. There might've been a significant size advantage between the two felines at the moment, but he was as naked as his adversary now, and that gave him all the freedom needed to catch up.

Exposing himself like that always caught other people's attention as, unlike the average tiger, his fur pattern was strikingly different in many ways. His base fur colour was yellow rather than orange, and instead of having black and white stripes running along his form, he alternatively possessed fire-red flames wrapping around his body like fuzzy decals. It was an eye-catching combination, to be sure.

The patterns along Kindle's fur rippled along with his muscles, stretching wider along his growing form. His shoulders broadened to accommodate the severe increase in mass, pushing him far beyond the bodybuilder physique that he normally kept. He had forgotten how good this felt.

He could feel his limbs thickening with every strain of effort that he put forth. Biceps that inspired other gym goers into pushing themselves beyond their limits surged into twin-peaked mounds of bulk, the densely packed muscle giving steel cable a run for its money. Every act of flexion seemed to grow them before his very eyes, while retaining the stature when relaxed. It'd been far too long since he'd last done this.

Kindle's back surged wider with every breath, bulging with power that he greatly relished. His winglike lats stretched as wide as his body would currently allow, the muscles remaining flat in contrast to his mountainous back. It was the kind of size that brought door frames to their knees, which he'd inadvertently done several times in the past. He'd do it here if he had to.

The changing expression on the fire-type's face brought a smile to his own, loving that the other feline recognized him as a worthy opponent. "You might as well give up right now because I'm not slowing down for anything." He confidently boasted. "In fact, I'm only getting started."

The sight of the tiger hot on his tail enraged Flare. The fact that the other man caught up to him so easily spurred him into quickly thinking of something to resecure his lead, landing on an idea with a lot of potential. With a lust-filled huff, he got to work.

"Not bad, kitty cat," he purred, "but you'll have to do better than that to best me." With a devilish grin, he surged in size again, though this time making sure to enact his plan.

Flare's chest ballooned in size once more, only this time he grasped a pectoral in each hand and fondled them hard. To call them boulders would be a disservice as his fingers couldn't even dent the diamond hard flesh. "See this? My pecs are growing faster than my hands are! They're so enormous that not even the guys at the gym could grope all this beef." He chuckled, emphasizing specific words to push the other cat's buttons. "I bet you wanna stick your cock between them so badly."

Kindle gasped; he had to put his own growth on hold while he wrestled with his arousal. "Oh, you bastard." He spit through gritted teeth, clenching his pelvis to hinder his orgasm as best as he could. He was only barely hanging on.

"You're a fairly open book, Kindle." Flare teased the tiger, though he had to put an end to his pec worship as the act excited himself as well. Though, he didn't mind, as it gave him the opportunity to showcase the rest of his behemothian bod.

With a cocky smirk, he shoved his arm in front of his face and flexed. His eyes followed the top of his bicep, the muscle jumping up nearly a foot as it tensed, with pencil-thick veins snaking along it like a roadmap. "Now _that's_the arm of a muscle titan if I ever saw one! You can come have a closer look if you'd like, I really don't mind."

He deviously snickered as he flexed his other limb in tandem beside his head, now showing off the several hundred pounds of Pokébeef that had piled onto each of his arms. A quick flick of his gaze over to the smaller feline showed the immense impact that his words had, basking in the frustration that he caused the other cat. "There's no shame in calling it quits if you wanna. I understand completely."

Kindle smoldered with fury as he watched the Pokéhunk in front of him give him exactly what he wanted, knowing full well the consequences of succumbing to his horniness. He cranked out a load of tigerbatter many times in the gym showers after his workouts, the thoughts of pumped up studs stretching their formerly baggy clothes to their limits fresh in his mind. Today wouldn't be one of those days, however; no matter how gigantic and swollen the Incineroar's muscles got, he wouldn't give in. He'd make sure that the other feline's ass was his that day.

Flare's bulging bis weren't exactly having the effect on the tiger that he'd hoped for, but there was something else that he'd thought of sure to get the smaller cat to cum. With the grace that felines of all sizes possessed, he pirouetted on the spot until his growing back faced his rival, pushing out his swelling, muscled rear like he'd observed other submissive men do. "I see the way you leer at guys in the gym on the squat rack. You love a muscled ass as much as I do, and I know I've got one that you'd like to get acquainted with."

Normally he'd never expose himself quite like this to anyone - let alone Kindle - but if it meant that he'd win the bet? He'd do whatever it took. Besides, his ass was what the men who saw him dreamed of owning for themselves, if only because they'd be able to take his colossal kitmaker up their tailholes with ease.

Kindle's libido was put to the test by the deceitful Pokémon. He scrunched up his eyes in an attempt to tear his concentration away from the gigantic fire-type, which gave him a chance to calm his jets a tad. It took everything that he had just to stave off release, but he managed to pull through and begin focusing again on the task at hand. He wasn't about to go down that easily. "Nice try. Now it's my turn for some fun."

His attention squarely on himself again, he tensed his muscles simultaneously as he concentrated on recommencing his brawny expansion. It felt good to be in control of himself, the Incineroar losing his tenuous grip on his arousal. He felt himself wryly smirk at the thought; he knew how much the other cat _hated_being ignored like that.

The widening of his already cannonball-like shoulders induced a boost in size in his already titanic traps, swallowing up his neck as if their only purpose was to grow huge. It was the start of his head becoming encompassed in his own beef as his mighty pectorals consumed more and more of his peripheral vision. His view of his feet were long behind him by that point, but he couldn't be more excited.

Like his chest, Kindle's arms bloated with densely packed bulk, stretching his flame-motifed fur far around his musculature. His limbs easily measured in the triple digits now, but he wasn't content with stopping there. He grunted and tensed his arms, watching as they dramatically thickened, matching the size of ornate, Greek columns.

But he wasn't done there.

His legs ballooned in size, overrunning the space between them with yellow-and-red-furred tiger muscle. His quads were the stuff of legend, inflating with Herculean bulk like they were connected to a pump. Those swollen thighs of his cultivated mass like he had access to the world's supply, each racing past the quarter-ton mark in a matter of seconds. They could render a car into a wad of metal, plastic, and glass if he were allowed to. In all honesty, he really wanted to.

Not to be outdone, Kindle's calves had bloated with thick heft like the rest of him, only far eclipsing what conventional bodybuilders could achieve. Proportionally, those other men would never compare as his teardrop-shaped muscle groups would eclipse theirs by magnitudes if he were their height. But he wasn't, as the fact that he neared the height of his competitor's twelve-foot high ceiling meant that each of his grandiose calves outweighed the next largest man in the area by hundreds of pounds. He was truly turning into a mass monster, and he was determined to claim victory.

Flare bit his tongue as he glared at the burgeoning tiger enlarging in his presence. He loathed how turned on he was, his girthy shaft throbbing from the delicious sight. The feeling of a glob of preseed oozing from his cumpipe forced him to act; he had to do something to ensure his victory or else he'd cave into his raging libido.

Only giving it a half-second of thought, he turned his hugemongous form and barreled down the nearest wall to his fenced-off backyard, bulldozing through the well-constructed surface as if it were made of tissue paper. At least now he had the chance to focus on himself again.

To say that Kindle was stunned would be an understatement. Not once did he think that the Pokémon would become so desperate to win that he'd willingly destroy his own house. "Oh shit, he's actually taking this really seriously!" It sent his body into high gear, realizing how much more crucial the competition had developed into. Not wanting to be left behind, he followed the other feline outside through the behemoth-shaped hole in the wall.

By then he could only bear witness to the awesome power exuding from the fire-type. The other feline had skyrocketed in size, rising past the top of the house through sheer tenacious will alone. The shadow formed on the ground alone dwarfed him, and it only continued to grow as the Incineroar swelled faster and faster.

Flare pulled out all the stops, not wanting to be overtaken so soon. He snarled as his muscle fibres tore apart and repaired themselves in fractions of a second, bloating his frame with exceptional bulk that thickened him up immensely. The feeling of desire flourished the more that Pokébeef piled onto his body, and it had him craving more, with orgasm imminent if he let himself enjoy his burgeoning size.

But he couldn't let that happen, not until he was victorious. Instead he kept pushing himself farther - bigger than before, larger than he'd ever been previously. He had to adjust his stance due to the absolute quantity of heft accumulating onto his legs.

The unadulterated might packed into Flare's limbs meant that wrestling freighters was feasible. Arms that once only made shirt sleeves cry could now crush tanks with a simple flex. Pecs that other men salivated over getting the chance to shove their face into were now in front of his own, and only embiggening more through his passion for size.

Though his quads had overwhelmed the space between his legs, it didn't mean that they'd taken all of the room. His already impressive pole had swollen into a leviathan python, thicker than he was to start with and comfortably nestling in the underside of his pec valley. For now, at least.

That wasn't the only thing for Flare to be proud of as his pendulous cum tanks dropped below his knees, bloated full of potent Pokéseed waiting to be unleashed. He struggled with his ever-rising arousal as more and more cum churned with every passing second. It would take everything that he had inside of him, but he'd keep himself composed until the deal was done. He looked forward to having the climax to end all climaxes.

Kindle panicked - this was bad! The other cat's driven desire to grow could absolutely leave him the dust if he didn't act fast. Everything else that currently swam through his mind had to be put on pause to ensure that he didn't lose focus.

Inhibitions now released, his height scaled skyward, able to now look over the top of the house if his eyes weren't screwed shut in concentration. Every muscle that he targeted with his thoughts became the next site of his amplified longing to get big. His body parts doubled, then tripled in size as he flexed, clenching as hard as he could to force his ascension to realize.

Muscle mass piled on at an incredible rate, with Kindle gradually becoming a tiger colossus by sheer force of determination alone. Every personal hurdle to exceeding his regular size, as well as every societal obstruction telling him that what he was trying to achieve was wrong in some way, was thrown to the wayside as he internally chanted his hunger for more size. Bigger. Bigger. BIGGER!

The pleasure that rocketed through his system nearly overloaded his body as his desire for muscle grew as fast as his form did, but he held on because he'd gotten this far, and he wasn't ready to lose now. He'd show the scheming Incineroar what a fierce competitor looked like; hell, he'd show anyone. Were anyone actually around to watch his nascent ascension into muscular godhood he'd let them, if only to demonstrate what one was capable of if they really put their mind to the task. Well, only if they were able to grow themselves huge without any outside means, in this case.

Higher and higher his height climbed, though his other dimensions were rapidly catching up. Musculature poured onto his frame faster than he gained height, beginning to give him an astonishingly thick look that only increased the more he wanted it. Arms that used to be able to rest by his side were now forced away by his bulging biceps, a back that might've struggled to fit through a doorway could now collapse any building that he contacted, an ass that could only fit into a custom pair of pants were now multitonned, dimpled globes that could crater pavement... He was an outright titan of a tiger, and he dared someone to try and stop him.

The growing tiger in front of him encroaching into his personal space involuntarily sent Flare stumbling backward into an empty field at the bottom of a mountain range, where he could continue growing himself unimpeded. He grimaced when he had the misfortune of laying eyes on his competitor, effortlessly maintaining pace with him like he wasn't even trying. He had to go harder.

His height soared as he spurred himself to keep going, swiftly muscling into the territory of the smallest of the mountains situated behind where he lived. The craving for more size consumed him, bloating his body beyond what one deemed possible.

Traps that Flare once fit muscle shirts over now inflated with diamond-hard bulk, tickling the base of his ears with every laboured breath that he took. Abdominals that casual hookups thought were massive before now each weighed more than a bus. Calves that other men in the gym ardently envied could now topple skyscrapers with little effort. He'd grown so far ahead of even the wildest of bodybuilder's dreams, and yet he sneered in disgust as he still_perceived his colossal form to be puny in comparison to where he wanted to end up. He wanted- no, _demanded - to be bigger!

Gargantuan shoulders that alone towered over sports stadiums were not enough. Wide, expansive lats that an entire hangar of jumbo jets could comfortably land on were not enough. A mammothian ass that could crush a town beneath its indomitable strength wasn't enough. What used to be a long way off from his goal was rendered insufficient. It wasn't acceptable to just imagine himself at a certain size and then move on. More was now his only goal, and it would just never, ever be enough.

But all of this exertion pummeled his spirit - which still craved the endless growth that he was devoted to providing - and, as much as he hated the thought of it, he needed a break, even the tiniest of ones. He'd pushed himself beyond his limits, only for his limits to declare that they still existed. Like it or not, his body demanded that he took a second and breathed.

That happened to be fortunate, as it was only then that Flare noticed how not only sweat-matted his fur had gotten as a result of his rapid ascension, but deliciously musky as well. The spicy aroma enticed him and others whenever someone got a good whiff of it, and it now emanated off of the entirety of his majestic, bulky physique. That was good; he could use that later.

The absolute speed of which the Pokémon blasted off into the domain of colossi was catastrophic for Kindle, who genuinely regretted the split-second that his eyes had fidgeted open. He was getting quickly outpaced and would likely lose if he didn't try harder. This had transformed into the hardest thing that he'd ever attempted, but it'd also manifested into the thing that he'd wanted more than anything else in his life.

He became oblivious to the outside world and all of its distractions, his consciousness now his only guide. It told him to disregard everything - including the other cat - and to just focus on himself and his ever-growing thirst for size. It forced him onto the gain train, only to bullet past any and all earthly stations in favour of traversing the endless distance to the heavens where only the swolest of godly beings resided. But that was only a rest stop as even he knew that he was destined for greater things.

Kindle's monolithic shaft rose just past where his fat nipples - pointed forever downwards at his tremendous size - were located, a monstrous obelisk of virile feline masculinity whose commanding shadow loomed over the rest of civilization. His towering orbs bloated outgrew blue whales eternities ago, even outweighing the biggest in existence. The size that he'd achieved was preposterous, but it wasn't close to being adequate enough to surpass his rival.

Flare's respite didn't feel all that long to him, but he was horrified to discover that it was the perfect amount of time for the other cat to attempt to steal his hard-earned victory away from him. Things had now grown dire, anger welling in his soul as he decided that he had to take measures into his own hands if he stood a chance of succeeding.

The corners of his mouth maliciously curled as he formulated his plan in a matter of microseconds, putting it into effect almost as quickly. With one hand he grabbed the startled tiger by whatever handhold that he found purchase on and crammed the other cat's face as far as it would go into his open musky pit. His manly aroma had overwhelmed many men who considered themselves his equal, so he had no doubts in his mind that his powerful stench would do the same here.

These men that he fooled around with would always beg to have more of his robust scent, and what kind of person would he be if he didn't indulge them in their wishes? It satisfied both parties' desires, even so much that he relinquished the reins at times if it meant that he could bask in their worship. He'd even done this with Kindle in the past, going so far as to letting himself be fondled because the worship that he received nearly subdued him entirely.

And this time was no exception. Flare's immensely swollen arm clamped down on the other feline, trapping his rival more than his own musculature did. He could feel the way that the flame-patterned cat pushed against his bulk with incredible force to try and get free, but he could also feel that nose dig deeper into his hairy bush. It reminded him of the last time they'd been in that position - much smaller, but just as hot. The tiger's tongue lashed at his pit while groping his Pokébeef, playing with his nipple like a car radio dial. The passion between them was palpable, and it only grew stronger as their sweaty bodies mashed together, cocks ready to-

The mere remembrance of the act coaxed another spasm from his turgid Pokéhood, the dollop of pre dribbling down the length more akin to the size of a small lake. A small moment of clarity occurred immediately after, providing him a window back to reality. His breathing was strained as he fought his libido, massive schlong pulsating with the urge to breed. Giving in was all that he wanted to do, but that clashed with the rational part of his brain, which screamed for him to maintain composure. He cursed himself for momentarily losing focus, swearing that he wouldn't let it happen again.

The scent of the Incineroar was intoxicatingly masculine, making Kindle drool over the manly essence. It burrowed into his nostrils the more that he exhumed it from the sweat-matted fur. He longed for the heady aroma the longer that he bored his muzzle into the bushy pit. It was all that he could smell, and he _loved_it.

The musk spiked his arousal, his behemothian testosterone factories audibly gurgling as smell invaded his brain, shooting signals across his barbarian-like frame to cave into the euphoria. His mind swam with the yearning to carry out the greatest muscle fuck that the world would ever see. His heart raced with lust-driven ecstasy coursing through his veins, electric stimulation fiercely pulsing throughout his body as he bucked his pelvis, though his struggles to overcome the throes of orgasm induced a side-effect that neither feline saw coming.

The longer that Kindle huffed the ambrosial scent of the other cat, the more his muscles flexed as a result; every time they tensed they remained the same size, only to grow upon the next flex. It was as if the very stench used to subdued him was instead growing him, the heady musk fueling his nascent bulk with resolute vigour. Each breath taken sucked in more of the Pokémon's scent, nourishing the gains that his body accumulated. He exploded in size, rising above even his rival, and only then feeling clarity return to him, strong enough to break free from the power that the now-smaller feline held over him.

"You cheater!" Kindle bellowed. The brink of climax had nearly overtaken him, to the point that clenching his lower half as hard as possible was only _just_enough to save him from the jaws of defeat. But man, did he ever want to drain his balls after that.

Flare growled, infuriated that the tiger had doubled in size. "Oh please, that's within the rules you agreed to." The vicinity around the two feline colossi grew muskier, only it was now the tiger who ruled with smell. He wanted to get closer and huff it for himself, but that would only cement his failure. As embarrassed as he was to admit the fact, he almost wanted to receive the same treatment that he'd just given to the other cat. Almost.

It was Kindle's turn to project an air of superiority. "Well, you just handed me the win what that stunt." He wryly smirked, reveling in the Pokémon's scheme backfiring. "I suppose I should thank you for that, and I think the best way to do that is get you acquainted with my balls." He gripped the smaller feline like an oversexed action figure. "I hope you like them, because you'll be making fast friends with them when I win."

Dread washed over Flare like he'd been yanked into an ocean of fear, shrieking as his face had been ground against the other feline's throbbing orbs. His face became drenched in ball sweat as he started losing himself to the devastatingly exhilarating smell, masculine nectar of the gods that soon consumed his world. He was losing the battle, a hand on his cock, trembling as he fought to stroke it. Every muscle spasm involuntary, every whorish moan uncontrolled. He was losing hope of succeeding, his mind producing a single way out of the predicament. It was only with the last vestiges of thought that he forced himself to perform the same act as his rival.

Deep breaths of that debilitating musk relaxed his overmuscled form, causing him to frenzy as he lashed his tongue through the fur. His goal became getting as much of it out as he could. He craved it, each whiff contributing to his arousal, and while he wasn't cognizant of it, his plan came into fruition.

Flare's musculature erupted as thousands of pounds of Pokébeef swelled beneath his pelt, stretching it to previously unthought of proportions. His height surged as he let himself indulge in the other feline's masculinity, using it to stoke his growth before his unrelenting fury could take over. The goliath was already wider than he was tall,

What used to be the keystone in Kindle's plan turned into the linchpin for his demise. He panicked as he felt the unstoppable growth of the Incineroar below him, forcing himself to react in order to not be overtaken. His size still reigned supreme, but the rapid ascension of the booming Pokémon would soon challenge that.

"I'M NOT FINISHED!" Flare hollered loud enough to be heard for kilometres around. He slammed his hands into his rival's in an attempt to overpower him, drafting the pair into a war of attrition that neither were prepared to lose. His spirit was unassailable, no longer succumbing to tricks that his flesh fell for. Muscles that weighed in the gigatons culminated in a body that dominated the landscape, but it wasn't enough to be gigantic when the tiger possessed equal size. The victory was his alone to win.

Kindle matched strength with the fire-type, his force identical to that assaulting him. "This has gone too far, man!" His pleading tone belied the pleasure that his body coveted. He controlled a shaft that could puncture its way to the earth's core and wanted nothing more than to bury it inside his rival's captivating tailhole. "Just give up so we can end this!"

Give up? Him?! The tiger's indignation only incensed Flare further. "You give up!I'm not backing down."

Kindle boasted unfathomable masculine power, they both did. He could move continents to his heart's content if he chose to. He possessed undeniable strength that the characters of myths and legends would defer to. But even he knew how out of control this wager had gotten. The size was unbelievably orgasmic, but the two of them had lost themselves in the process of obtaining it. Who could know how titanic they'd end up? Would they overtake the planet? The solar system? Would it cease once they were larger than the galaxy or universe? It scared him that a non-insignificant part of himself said to dominate even that. "Please, let's just stop and call it a tie."

"I won't concede!" The travesty of having not yet won had gone on long enough according to Flare, and it was time to accomplish his goal. In one, final act of desperation, he gathered whatever strength that he could muster and tackled the tiger. The force applied sent the pair hurtling over the comparatively tiny mountains and into a deep basin, long barren of any fluid that it once held.

He'd landed on top of his opponent, wholly unable to view the tiger's visage due to the unimaginable mass of muscle and cock in the way. Cocks that had no other choice but to be pressed against one another, trembling from the pressure of godlike feline bulk weighing down on it. Bulk that he'd only dreamed of once before, but still feeling as real as it did at that moment. He wanted to celebrate his ascension, and his friend's as well! He wanted them to both revel in the size that they'd attained, but the bet... Victory at all costs, he recited in his head. Victory at all costs. Victory at all costs. Victory at all costs.

His grip wavered.

Kindle pushed back as much as he was able to, but it was too much for him to handle - too much for either of them to handle. His gasping grew louder, harmonizing with the Incineroar's as both of their grasps faltered, though neither of them wanted to relent first. Stubbornness provoked their unwillingness to quit.

He felt ashamed that he'd let their deal come this far, but couldn't back down; not now, not until the Pokémon did first. The prize was too valuable, too crucial_to surrender at this point. He needed to win, that's what he told himself. His friend thought that as well, but he could tell that a fight had broken out inside of his mind. Maybe that was his ticket to gaining an advantage, the solution to _finally overcoming the other cat. This really felt like he had a good-

Cum erupted from their monumental manhoods like twin volcanoes discharging pressure built up over millennia. They cried in synchronous ecstasy as the once-fertile lands around them flooded with virile catbatter, running along the mesa until cascading down the sloped embankment, pooling in a dried-up lake bed below them.

While forced away from their own bodies due to an outrageous amount of feline gigatonnage, their outstretched arms could still reach one another, their hands simultaneously clasping onto swollen musculature as crotch rockets capable of trenching new rivers spewed of untold litres of spunk across the landscape.

Flare submitted to his physical desires, thoroughly relishing the feeling of, not only his incomparable physique, but also that of his temporary lover. He'd remember this moment forever; the boundless energy that coalesced into muscles that he'd struggle with inevitably of parting with, a cock worthy of global praise that he wished could bestow his life-enriching essence onto those lusting for their own taste of inconceivable size, and of finally releasing the anger that had blinded him of what was more important - the chance to have mind-blowing sex with a titan of his wildest fantasies, and it could've been his had he not stupidly suppressed his higher senses.

Pectorals of monstrous tonnage - that could gouge an entire seabed deeper than ever before - smothered Kindle's face with the forest of manly chest fur that exploded with his own domineering scent. He'd long revered his own natural musk, delectable in its virility, but he'd never thought it imaginable to venerate it quite to this degree; he'd thought it only possible to worship someone else's aroma, but none would ever come close to being as overbearing as what his was now. He'd bottle it up in order to overwhelm himself later were he able to.

The pulsating of his heart beat was the only thing that Flare recognized, engorging his impossible muscle mass with nutritious blood, pumping them up larger from exertion. Grinding his tremendous bulk against the other feline's own trembling heft proved to be greater than any workout that he'd taken part in before. His entire body felt the effects of climax, testosterone swelling him further than where he'd been forced to stop. He had to grow this big again - no, they both did.

Kindle had been on both the giving and receiving end of a muscle-stud plowing, but those experiences paled in comparison to the bliss that he felt here. Whatever man he hooked up with next would have to be huge - no, gigantic! Like Flare! Yeah, he'd coax the fire-type to blow up in size with him following right behind, worshiping each other's improbable musculature as they abandoned all pretenses of proportionality. They could easily effortlessly grow themselves hundreds of pounds heavier out on the gym floor, fucking themselves past a ton without looking back. Because why would they? The iron pit promised to make you huge, and they'd manifest themselves into the embodiment of the word, forever altering what 'huge' meant.

Time ceased to exist in Flare's mind as his dam burst for what felt like an eternity with no signs of slowing down. It felt like experiencing several lifetimes worth of orgasms all at once, spiritually connecting with every instance of himself in sexual euphoria. He could perceive his gushing flow slowing down, but it made him want it more, only to realize that he'd have to be bigger than even this size to attain that. That would be the dream, but could he? He wanted to try it someday with the tiger; oh, how he wanted to try it!

Kindle, too, sensed the inescapable diminishing of his deluge, his geysering deluge weakening as the pressure wound in his prostate dwindled. The ecstatic delight that caressed his soul imprinted onto his brain, giving him a memory that he'd return often, both mentally and probably physically as well. He and the Pokémon, they'd do this again without fighting, helping each other obtain formerly unreachable sizes that were so rightfully theirs.

The enormous felines came until they could cum no more, their creamy barrage halting as the remnants of jizz oozed down their titanic shafts to collect on the ground below. Pearlescent seed overflowed the ancient, arid lakebed, threatening, but not quite managing, to tear through the delta connecting to the ocean. Marine life would become a lot more interesting to study if it did.

The lack of vitality present inside of Flare caused his over-muscled magnificence to collapse beside the tiger, slamming to the ground with an impact picked up on nearby seismographs. He was thoroughly, utterly, spent.

Climax had never felt this debilitating to Kindle, who felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Every time that he'd fucked while overgrown led to him waking back up at his regular size, with him thinking this time to be no different. It greatly disheartened him to lose everything that he'd worked so hard for, but it excited him to gain it all back. However, there was one last thing still niggling him in the back of his mind that he needed to address before passing out. "Hey." He weakly blurted, barely able to get the other god-cat to hear him through his panting breaths. "Draw?"

"No, we need..." All competitiveness inside of Flare drained out of his cock along with any energy that his body once had. He genuinely tried donning a competitive front for the sake of appearances, but there was no possible way for him to even muster it. "But, there has to... I have to..." Exhaustion overtook him, leaving him unable to even move a gargantuan muscle. Winning was a thing of the past for the pair of them.

"Draw."