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The bar Derek frequented was his usual hunting ground, as it was for so many other sleazy men like him. The early afternoon hours were when he usually arrived. He'd be sober as a judge, calm and cheery, hardly threatening to anyone other than having an enormous stature. He was tall even for a wolf, sporting broad shoulders swollen with the right amount of sinewy muscle. Thick gray fur was swept down his back and limbs. It turned into a snowy fluff across his burly chest and rigid abdomen. Piercing amber eyes shone through his visor, carrying with them sincerity and poise. His entrances into the bar were usually met with genial hello's from his buddies. For the most part, when he showed up, the bar's atmosphere brightened up.

That was until he had a few drinks in him. Then the hunt would start.

It was a secret shared among the women who frequented the bar that they should vacate within an hour of Derek's arrival. Any and all friendliness he showed would quickly devolve into predatory horniness once he had downed a few beers. Any woman that had the misfortune of grabbing his fancy would more often than not have him pasted to her side like a leech, breathing hot beer breath onto her cheek as she tried and failed to shun him away.

Melissa was one such victim. A newcomer, she wasn't accustomed to the rules of dealing with the drunken Derek. She was a cheetah, lithe and pretty, dressed in a tank top that both revealed the bottom portion of her torso and her cleavage. Her body remained forward in her stool, offering the wolf only the profile of her face and her bare shoulder. She sipped on her beer, praying that by the time she finished it this fiend would be gone.

At this rate, there would be no such luck. Derek was glued to the stool next to her, slurring his words and promising her "a night [she'd] never forget." His expansive back faced the entrance. He wore a bright blue shirt that hugged his enormous frame closely. The topography of his upper body swelled through the fabric, leaving it as visible as it would be if he was nude. His rugged jeans were held up by a thick leather belt. On his feet were a pair of heavy work boots, not yet removed since his last shift at the lumber yard. However demanding his job was, he still found energy to harass the woman in front of him.Melissa had lost count of the times she had declined. It disgusted her that nobody had come to her aid yet.

She finally got it in the form of a polite tap on Derek's shoulder. He glanced backwards, an indignant frown coming over his face. Standing there between him and the fellow on the stool over was a scrawny coyote dressed in an oversized red T-shirt and baggy shorts held around his waist tightly. His fur was a graphite gray color with highlights of tan around his face. He smiled at Derek patiently.

"Hold on, buddy," Derek grumbled. His voice was deep and powerful, resonant with confidence. The out-of-place coyote bothered him none.

That was until he tapped Derek again. "Excuse me sir," he said in a polite tone that was slightly grating. "But I do believe you're harassing this poor woman."

The ferret bartender was at the tap, filling a glass for someone else. He and everyone who heard felt their assholes clench. Attention was promptly ripped from the games on the TV's and drawn to the coyote. Conversations halted. People turned in their chairs. The fellow on the stool next to them felt like he had been tossed into the danger zone. He leaned away from them, not wanting to be any closer to the impending scuffle than he needed to be. Even Melissa felt the gravity of his error. Judging by the smile on his face, he did not.

Derek turned to face the coyote with clear disbelief. His yellow eyes traced the queer looking fellow up and down, unable to relax once confronted with such audacity. "What the fuck is it to you, pal?" he growled. Those who hadn't heard the confrontation earlier definitely heard it now. The entire bar went silent other than the sound of cheers and commentators echoing from the TV speakers.

The coyote shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing to me, friend. I just happened to notice this woman's rejections of your advances and your failure to heed them. She and everyone else here would appreciate it if you ceased and desisted."

Derek's incredulous scowl remained. Holding him back from socking the coyote across the jaw was pure disbelief. Is he out of his fucking mind? Everyone else wondered the same thing. A puny yote wearing kid's clothes doesn't wander into a place like this and pick on the biggest guy available, especially when he was on the hunt for some tail.

Derek cracked a grin. "Is that so?" He snorted, hitting the guy's face with a burst of hot air. "Well, buddy, I don't think that's any of your fucking business. Unless you're gonna try and do something about it, you can fuck off."

"Oh, I wouldn't do anything besides ask you to kindly stop, as I already have. You're clearly inebriated. It's muddied your judgment and boosted your confidence, a bad mixture for this lady and whomever else you've harassed today."

Derek's smile faded. Every syllable out of this fucking guy's mouth was like a jab in the ribs, sending his blood into a boil. He brought his paw forward, sticking an enormous finger out and stabbing into the coyote's sternum. It didn't bother him. He kept his gaze respectably locked with Derek's ferocious glare. Derek's voice rumbled through clenched teeth. "Listen. I don't give a fuck what you think or how many people you think I've 'harrased'. I was minding my own fucking business. I'm giving you one last chance to get the fuck out of here before I really make you regret coming in here."

The man shook his head. "My apologies, friend. I-"

"I'm not your fucking friend."

"Sorry. What's your name, then?"

Derek lowered his finger. The fur on his neck was spiked into an intimidating bed of gray spikes. "Derek."

"Derek, I'm Diwi. I regret we had to meet like this."

"Yeah, me too."

The bartender was between them, on the other side of the counter. "Hey," he said timidly. "You guys aren't gonna fight, are you?"

Diwi shook his head. "Not at all, are we Derek?"

Derek's blood still simmered, but he was beginning to relax. "No. I don't think so."

Diwi nodded. "That's good. I was wondering though, if you say you weren't harassing the poor lady, what was it you said to her?" He leaned to the side, looking past Derek and at Melissa. "And what's your name?"

She looked like she wanted to be literally anywhere else in the world. Her beer was a few sips away from empty. "Melissa," she said.

"Melissa, is this man harassing you?"

She shifted in her stool. All eyes were on her, including Derek's. It was dreadfully uncomfortable, making her heart clench. "Maybe. I don't know."

"I was just talkin' to her," Derek insisted. He faced the floor and shrugged innocently. "Just wanted to be friends." Turning back to the bar, he shot Diwi a disgusted look. "Fella here's just overreacting."

"Am I?" Diwi asked cheekily. "What exactly were you talking about with her? I'm curious."

Derek's face faltered. "Stuff. None of your fucking business, buddy."

"Told her how hung he was," said the man behind Dewi who had been desperate to get away from it all. Everyone turned to face him. He was a beagle dressed in a Carhart cap and jacket. The anxiety was gone from his face, courtesy of the stout he had just finished draining. "Tellin' her how big his dick is. I heard it." He swung his finger out to the people nearby. "They heard it too." It took them a few moments, but eventually those people started nodding.

Their testimony helped, but it was Melissa's testimony Diwi needed to hear. He looked over at her again. "Is that true, Melissa?"

With everyone's word to protect her, Melissa nodded. "He did."

Derek sneered. "Y'all are a bunch of fucking snitches, I swear." He shrugged again. "Yeah, so what if I did? You bitches fucking love it. I would know."

A few folk voiced their distaste. Among some groans was an indignant "Hey!" from a woman.

Still, Diwi did not flinch. "You think you're hung, Derek?" Diwi looked him up and down, then shook his head. "I don't believe it."

The air was sucked from the room. Everyone joined Melissa in her desire to get the fuck out of there. Derek's rage came back with a vengeance. "What the fuck did you just say, mother fucker?"

"I said I don't think you're as well endowed as you say you are. Men like you have a habit of inflating the size of their organ. With how drunk you are, I haven't the slightest doubt that you have."

Derek's fists clenched, popping the knuckles and wrenching the tendons. The bartender slapped his paw down on the bar between them. "Derek..."

"No, no, no... We're good," insisted Derek. His snarl lifted into a conniving smile. "I ain't gonna hurt him." He looked down at Diwi's shorts. They were far too baggy to get a good idea of anything. He was small, though, a full head-and-a-half shorter than Derek. His height and cheery way of talking made Derek picture him in a green hat with a red beard and a corncob pipe in his mouth. There was no way he had anything better than him. "I think I wanna prove you wrong, pal."

Shock and revulsion through the bar. "Derek, come on, don't do that," implored the bartender.

Derek snapped at him. "You want me to beat the shit out of him instead?"

The bartender withered. "No."

"Well it's either that, or this," he said, returning his scowl to Diwi.

Diwi cocked an eyebrow. "What are you proposing? A comparison?"

Derek straightened his back, thrusting his giant chest out. "Yeah. That sounds about right."

"Oh God..." groaned Melissa, hiding her blushing face from the commotion with a single paw.

Diwi pursed his lips and nodded. "Why, that sounds capital, I think. If you're as blessed as you say you are, I'll leave you alone."

"And if you're bigger than me?" Derek asked.

Diwi shook his head. "Oh no, I don't intend to start a competition. I'd just like to see if your claim holds any weight."

"Oh, they hold some fucking weight, alright. You'll see." Every ounce of Derek's bubbling rage poured onto Diwi and that cheeky smile of his. In his drunkenness, he did not notice the bulge slithering against the fabric of Diwi's pants.

Nor the sudden lack of any within his own.

"Yes," Diwi said, grinning. "I certainly will."

"Alright," growled Derek. He stood out of his stool, towering over the meek coyote. "Let me show you a little somethin'." His giant wolf paws went to his belt buckle, undoing it and letting the two ende dangle astride his fly. Several people turned away in their seats, sickened by what was going on. Diwi wasn't, happy to stand front row and center for whatever Derek had in store for him. The button popped open. Down went the fly. The flaps fell apart to reveal red-plaid boxers. He reopened his fly, grabbed the waistband of his underwear, then pulled them down. Among the first who saw it there was not shock or revulsion, but confusion. Where was his penis? Was he tucking it between his thighs to keep it hidden? The closest realized what they were looking at, and the proper reaction to what they were seeing fell on them at last.

Derek's cock was small, very, very small. Knotted up at the very bottom of his groin, it was a button of pink that failed to protrude past his equally frail scrotum. The sheathe was nothing but a ring of gray fur that hugged the hilt. His balls had shrunken into mere marbles, no longer pressed into the wrinkled skin that surrounded them. This was not the proud fuck stick it had been just minutes ago. By some morbid trick yet to be explained, it had regressed an entire decade in maturity.

"Oh my God!" hollered one person.

"Oh shit!"

"Yooooooooo!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Derek, ironically, was the last one to notice. His confused face looked around at everyone. "What?" he demanded. Then he looked down. It took his inebriated brain a moment or two to register what he was looking at. The realization fell on him like an ax, obliterating his anger and leaving nothing but pure horror. His amber eyes went round as the terror stretched his visage. "What the fuck!?" Those who were behind Derek or too far away hustled over for a closer look. Melissa walked around him, saw his tiny pecker, and gasped before covering her mouth with her paw. A terrified inhale sucked into him before he clamped the fly back over it, holding his paws over his crotch like a shy little boy. It was too late. Everyone had seen it.

There were snickers and pity groans, but not from Diwi. He jutted his lip and nodded. "Well! I have to say that you're bigger than I thought you'd be." He drew his paws to his belt and undid his belt buckle. "But how I'm sure you were describing it would've made someone expect something more like this." The moment the buckle came undone his shorts plummeted down his thin and malnourished legs.

His dick was anything but. Draped over a purse fit to carry a grapefruit was his shaft, a limb which made up for the lack of muscle throughout his body by several magnitudes. Stark red and choked with veins, it hung from his sheath heavily with the tip hovering just above his knees. At its root was a knot yet to have burst, but monstrous in size still. It garnered the attention of every person there like an explosion. More gasps and exclamations rang out.

"God damn!"

"Hooooooly shit!"

"What!?"

"You gotta be shitting me!"

One of the few who remained quiet was Derek. The shame of defeat crumpled his lips into a mournful quiver. Suddenly his muscles and stature meant nothing, least of all in the face of a superior organ like Diwi's. The others were the women who were struck into silence, awed by what created a ripple of arousal through them all.

Diwi hoisted his cock and stroked it with one paw, breathing some life into it. "Aw, I'm flattered. It's not often I get the chance to show it off like this. I'm happy to impress." He stepped out of his shorts and walked past Derek, dick swinging, a humble smile on his face. He patted his competitor on the shoulder. "No hard feelings, friend. Just don't give women a hard time anymore, alright?"

Derek couldn't say anything. His reddened face was turned towards the bar, too embarrassed to look his malefactor in the eye. He quietly buttoned his pants and pulled the fly up. "Yeah... OK."

Diwi patted him again. "Alright, take care. Now if you'll excuse me..." He took another step towards Melissa. His penis was on the final swing towards an erection, absorbing more than half the gap between them. "I'm sorry if I caused any trouble for you. If there's any way I can make it up to you, please let me know."

Melissa was not paying attention. Her eyes were locked on... Well, take a guess. She caught his apology at the last few words of it. "Please let me know" sounded an awful lot like a request for sex. A half naked coyote in a smoke-filled bar, in front of a bunch of strangers, asked if she wanted to have sex? She should've been appalled. It was more egregious than anything Derek had done or said.

But Derek was a shrimp-dicked loser. Diwi was hung like a God. His advances were not rude or foolhardy (looking past his nudity, of course). He was polite and eloquent. Under the scrutiny of so many adoring women and envious men, it would've made her look prudish to decline. Also, she was really fucking horny.

"OK," she said flatly. She reached for his paw and grabbed it. "Let's go."

Diwi acted like he was surprised. "Oh! Splendid." As he was dragged off to the ladies' room he spared his audience a wave. "Excuse me, everyone. I have something to take care of." He then waltzed along with his new friend, skipping his legs, wagging his tail, and bouncing his monstrous erection in front of him. Melissa closed the door behind him, leaving behind a completely stupefied crowd.

Melissa wasted no time, locking the door then throwing herself onto him in a romantic pounce. He caught her by the bottom. Her limbs wrapped around him, pulling their faces together for some very sloppy kisses. Diwi enjoyed her enthusiasm, but he was not a strong man, having to rush her over to the sink where he sat her down on the granite ledge. Their lips smacked and their tongues coiled. Hot breath billowed between them, inflating each other's lungs. Diwi peeled his shirt off, leaving him in only his sandals. Melissa scraped across his back, feeling the bumps of his spine and ribs. He might as well have been a skeleton, but Melissa hardly cared. It was his giant cock she was after.

Off came her tank top, then her bra. Her dark brown nipples bounced with her pert breasts as they fell into place. Taking her pants off was a struggle given her refusal to pry her crotch off of his. Every attempt at popping the button was thwarted by an involuntary hump.

Diwi chuckled. "Ah... Need some help?"

She whimpered. "Yes. I don't wanna stop touching you. Fuck... I'm so hot..." Her voice was whiny and desperate. Hearing it echo off the bathroom walls made her cringe.

"I gathered as much. Here, let me." He pried her hips off of him and undid her button and fly. He peeled her pants and thong down, letting free her boiling cunny and neatly trimmed girl bush. They were naked together at last, spare the shoes on their feet.

Melissa kissed him some more before finally forcing herself to lie back on the sink counter, resting her head on the mirror and flattening the back of her bright yellow hair. Her black-spotted legs opened into a fantastic valley that led into a river of hot, glistening pink. She rubbed her fingers down it, audibly squishing her flesh. "Ahh... Fuck. You gotta fuck me. Mmmmm..."

"It would appear so. Tell me, were you anywhere as aroused as this for that Derek fellow?"

Melissa made an angry scoff. "Fuck no. I wouldn't wanna be anywhere near him and that tiny dick of his. It's yours I want. Now fuck me."

Diwi chuckled. "Alright, alright. Here I come." He stepped forward with his paw on his pecker. He slid the pointed head right up her slit, parting it with a squish.

With it was the first hit of real pleasure. Heat radiated up her inner thighs, jittering them. "Come on. Don't just tease me like that."

"Ah, apologies. Just... testing the waters, I suppose. They are awfully nice. I ought to go for a swim~" he joked.

"Swim, dive, drown, I don't give a fuck. Just do it, already."

"Right, right. How rude of me to wait." He withdrew his cock and leveled it with her cavity. Her vulva gaped upon his first push, eventually swallowing the oppressive breadth of his cock helmet.

Her reaction was immediate: more shivers and eyes rolled into her skull. "Huuhhhhhhh fuck... Yes~"

Diwi rewarded her for putting up with his antics. His cock slid forward ever so slowly, landing the knot on her pussy lips. Melissa had a fit, gasping and moaning through every inch, feeling herself stretch around him ever so blissfully. Mesmerizing was the bulge in her flesh that reached up from her pelvis, up towards her navel. She rubbed the space above her pubis, feeling the mass of density that he had planted inside of her. It felt so good, like she was flying.

And he hadn't even started yet. His hips came back, retracting his cock to the head before they returned with an echoing slap. "Huhhhh!" cried Melissa. "Oh God! Oh God!" He kept coming at her, plowing into her body with full-body plunges which collided his ballsack with her buttocks. The lithe flesh of her thighs and ass rolled and wobbled. Her body was shifted back and forth across the granite as he pulled with his arms and pushed with his dick. Diwi was a tiny fellow, but his virulence matched every ounce of his manhood.

The entire bar could tell as much. Melissa's cries of joy rang through the entire building, heard by every single soul that had the fortune to be there. That was the fortune for everyone except Derek whose head was flat on the table. In one paw was a shot of whiskey, his second since having his manhood robbed. It helped numb the agony of hearing his would-be conquest being bred by a superior man. He cringed with her every scream, the likes of which were becoming louder and louder with her impending orgasm.

Diwi's ears were folded back against his head to protect themselves from the volume of her screams. Far from making him slow down or ease up, he continued at a bone-breaking pace, beating her pussy into submission. It wasn't long until she broke into a climax, sending her voice into a glass-shattering wail. Her lissom body bounced on the granite like a wooden plank rebounding off the ground. Her back arched and unarched, knocking her spine into the counter below and jiggling the flesh of her body something fierce. Sputtering from her cunt was a grisly waterfall of hot girl water. It splashed off Diwi's cock, snaked around his knot, and dripped down his balls. Crystal clear droplets thudded to the bathroom tiles below, barely audible over Melissa's shuddering squeal-moans.

Diwi didn't stop. He prolonged her orgasm into something seemingly eternal with more thrusts. His bushy yote tail wagged behind him proudly. His tongue lolled from his black-lined lips, reveling in the triumph of his mate's climax as well as the nearby suffering of his wannabe rival. That measly wolf dick could come in and jerk off if he wanted to. Diwi owed it to him for ceding such a fat cock, and all it cost was a polite tap on the shoulder.

Melissa could not fathom what Diwi had done, or the wolf she had left behind, or anything that wasn't the feeling of nirvana currently surging through her body with every one of Diwi's plunges. She came again, dousing his lap with more of her squirt, shrieking through the restroom and out into the building with all of her might. It was like a barrage of lights filtering through her body, now a prism, becoming an explosion of blinding colors. It would wane after one climax finished, then return vengefully upon the next. It seemed like it would never stop.

Alas, Diwi was not immortal. His rising pleasure robbed him of his power, reducing his last few thrusts to jilted shoves. He scrunched his face and announced his climax with a series of yips and howls that he directed to the ceiling above him. His entire body swerved into a backwards arch, hips forward, head and feet back. Out of his cock and into Melissa's womb ripped a volley of cum ropes thick and heavy. He swarmed her fertility with an armada of swimmies. His knot blew up just outside her vulva, saving the two from being locked together. Not that it was necessary to get her fertilized. His boys accomplished that in record time.

Melissa wallowed in the euphoria of his seed filling her to the brim. A great, big groan rumbled out of her throat, a token of her gratitude. Diwi kept his knot planted against her, huffing and puffing like a man out of a marathon. He caught his breath and smiled down at his conquest. "Whoo! That was incredible! I have to thank you for that one!"

Melissa was too drunk to respond. Any and all cognizance had spewed out of her and onto Diwi's lap. The most she could offer were a few incoherent mumbles. "Mmmmmm... Uhhh... Fuhhhh... Mmm..."

Diwi patted her tummy. "I thought so too." He grabbed his dick and slid it out of her. It fell limp with a pearl of ivory nectar clung to his slit. From her gnarled cunt belched an obese slug of cum. It drooled past her pucker and joined her squirt on the floor below. "Well, I think I did an alright job." He walked over to where his shirt was and picked it up off the floor. He put it on like he would any other day, pulling the hem down to get rid of any wrinkles. His cock still hung beneath it like a grandfather clock. "If you ever need me, don't hesitate to come find me. Don't worry, you'll know where I am." With that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Melissa and the poor woman who was trapped in the stall behind.

Diwi whistled his way through the bar towards his shorts. The patrons watched him casually bend over to pick them up and slide them up his legs as if he was back home in his bedroom. He looked around and saw a crowd of blank faces. He waved goodbye. "So long, everyone! I hope never to have to see any of you ever again! Stay humble!" He noticed Derek, still sitting at his stool, head bowed over the bar. His fourth shot had come and passed. Diwi patted him on the back. "Buck up, fellow there's always next time."

And then he danced the rest of the way out, whistling a jaunty little tune to himself.

***

The gym is a breeding ground for narcissism. A place that should be used to maintain a healthy lifestyle is instead used mostly for body enhancing and showing off. After the dawn of social media, it was where men and women worked out in front of their phones, not for the purpose of motivation or self-improvement, but to garner as many likes and be the envy of those who hadn't the time to do the same.

The place reeked of self-love and sweat. It was so bad that Diwi actually recoiled upon entering. "Whoo!" he hooted. "Good eats in this place!" Melissa's pussy juices had not yet finished drying on his dick when he walked inside. Derek had made a good meal, filling out his shirt and shorts better with more meat on his bones, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him for the day. One more meal and Diwi would be good, at least until tomorrow.

He sniffed the air, flexing his nostrils. Sniff sniff sniff. It was like inhaling a buffet after a long fast. His belly rumbled and his mouth watered. With so many hunky studs pumping iron all around him the choice was difficult. Where to start? He wandered onto the gym floor, subtly sniffing his way through the selection of bodybuilders and athletes. He was noticed by a few people who thought his sniffing was pretty damn strange. Was this some kind of pervert? Who the hell comes in here whiffing around like that? Nobody said anything to him. So long as he minded his own business, it was better to leave freaks alone.

He wouldn't have minded them anyway. A particularly foul smell had wafted into his nostrum, flaring his hunger into overdrive. He picked up the pace, skiffing his sandals across the carpeted floor. The source was obvious once he saw it: an enormous lion fellow at a weight bench, pressing an ungodly amount of weight above him. He was proportioned like someone out of a cartoon. From his shoulders to his wrists his arms were utterly defiled by muscle. Each sinew, vein, and tendon stood out in great definition among his golden tan skin. They flexed and bulged mightily with his every movement. Traps the size of mountains connected his neck and shoulders. He had pecs like cinder blocks. They would bulge and swell up his chest with every push, then flatten out into a canvas of rocky muscle. Beneath all of that, however, was a relatively normal body, making the fierce lion look like a mushroom.

His hubris bled out of him like a thousand cuts, outpouring every other person in there by several tiers. Diwi honestly didn't blame him. The weights on the bar added to at least 800 lbs by Diwi's estimate. The lion's jaw was heavy and proud like the brown and black mane that bloomed around his head and neck in a corona. However impressive his talents and looks were, Diwi didn't doubt that his head would've been just as swollen by self-aggrandizement if he was as puny as Diwi was.

Diwi waltzed over just as soon as the lion released a terrific growl, signaling his last upwards heave. He brought the bar back down on the wrack and sat up with a sigh. Standing up close Diwi could see just how much bigger he was than him, not that it fazed the coyote. The lion was squirting a shot of water from his water bottle into his mouth when he noticed the queer looking yote standing nearby, smiling patiently.

He rested his gargantuan arm on his knee. "Can I help you?" he asked in a voice as deep as his chest was.

"As a matter of fact, you can," Diwi said with a slight bow. "I've noticed you've got a serious amount of weight on your bar, there. How much is it?"

The lion smiled, expecting a compliment. "Ah! Right here's 1150," he said, proudly slapping the bar which he had bent into a slight crescent. "That's what I rep with. My max is around 1350."

Diwi nodded, pretending to be impressed. "I see! That is a lot. Are you making sure that everyone else has a chance with those weights? I noticed that the weight rack is totally empty, and yet there are benches with nobody on them." Diwi gestured to the other people waiting for the lion to finish. "And here you have some kind folk waiting on them. Won't you give them a chance? I'm sure they need it far more than you do, beast that you are."

The lion frowned. He stared at Diwi with mixed confusion and indignation. "Do you work here?"

Diwi shook his head. "I do not."

The lion scoffed. He lied right back down on the bench. "Alright, then." He gripped the bar and hoisted it off the bar with a grunt. Five more reps were pumped before he laid the bar back down and sat up. To his chagrin, the coyote still stood there with that infuriating smile on his face. "Hey, buddy," panted the lion, losing patience. "I'm still working here. The other guys can get it when I'm done."

"I see that, but you know it's poor gym etiquette to hog the equipment like this. It's also dangerous to be lifting so much on your lonesome. We don't want you to get hurt. Why don't you enlist a spotter?" The attention was on him now. Muscle-bound meatheads too cowardly to confront the lion's monopoly were gawking. That entire section of the gym had gone deathly quiet.

The lion scoffed. "Yo... OK, look. I'm not breaking any rules or anything. They don't care how much shit I use. And I don't need a goddamn spotter, alright? I'm fine with this on my own. Don't worry about it. You can move the fuck along now, buddy."

Diwi shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I won't stand by and watch you get yourself hurt."

The lion snarled. "I said don't worry about it." His voice boomed through the gym, snapping everyone's gaze his way. Now the whole gym was drenched in silence. "I don't need your fucking help."

"I disagree," Diwi said flatly. "I think there are a lot of things you need my help on."

The lion's face went alight with fury. "Excuse me?"

"You're very rude to me and the people who want to use the weights. I hope you don't treat any women this way." His emphasis on the word 'women' cut through the air like a scythe.

It successfully got a rise out of him. "Oh yeah? I'll show you how I treat women." For a terrifying moment everyone expected him to slap the coyote. Instead he drew his phone from his pocket, swiped through the gallery, and showed Diwi the screen. On it was a lovely pig gal in the nude. She had luscious hips and buxom breasts which she kept covered with just her forearm. It was a selfie she had taken and sent to the lion. "This is my bitch. Ain't a badder bitch in the whole fucking city. I treat her just right. I give her everything she could ever want. Better than you could, your soft ass."

Diwi wasn't paying any attention to the insults. He was nodding in agreement towards the woman's beauty. "She is very nice looking! She must be a sweet woman. I hope treating her right means respecting her."

The lion growled. "None of your fucking business how I treat her."

Diwi shrugged. "You're the one who showed her to me."

"Yeah, well you said I didn't respect women. I oughta slap the shit out of you."

Diwi showed his palms. "My apologies. What's your name, friend?" he asked while extending his paw.

The lion looked at him with severe distrust. With everyone looking on he had no choice but to shake Diwi's paw. "Gary."

Diwi smiled and let go of Gary's paw. Just like that, Gary was doomed. "Nice to meet you Gary. I'm Diwi. Sorry for imposing, I'm just looking out for you and everyone else."

"I don't need looking out, and they can wait."

"So they can. Do you mind if I spot you?"

Gary's head actually recoiled backwards by the absurdity of that question. "You wanna spot me?"

Diwi nodded. "I do. I think it would be safer for you, and it would make me feel better. Just let me hold the bar for you in case it drops. What do you say?"

Gary was quiet for a few moments. Then he laughed. "Sure. Why the fuck not?"

Diwi smiled. "Thanks, Gary."

Gary lied back down on the bench and grabbed the bar while Diwi reported above him and hovered his paws beneath it. Gary didn't ask if he was ready, instead pushing up into the bar. "Hrngh!" The bar came up, but slowly. A full two seconds passed where Gary's arms were straight up and down, holding the bar above him. What the fuck? "Ah, hold on," he wheezed. He slowly brought the bar back down on the wrack. After shaking the fatigue out of his arms he tried again.

The results were hardly better. The bar did not come all the way up until much longer than it was supposed to. Gary's arms trembled like leaves, barely able to keep their grip locked on the bar. It felt like he was holding up a car. A hissing growl bellowed through his gritted teeth. "Hhrrrrrrrrrrr fuck!" The bar came back down on the rack. "DAMMIT!" he roared.

Diwi stayed where he was the whole time. "Are you alright?"

"No! Fuck!" Gary sat up. His muscles weren't fatigued. Why were they failing on him? He felt the straps of his tank top loosen over his pecs. Looking down he noticed less definition in his muscles. Was he... shrinking? "What the fuck?" He held his arms up in front of him, darting his eyes between them amidst a growing sense of panic. "What the fuck?"

"Is something the matter?" Diwi asked innocently from behind him.

Gary turned around. He jolted in his seat. It wasn't the same person! He opened his mouth to ask who the fuck he was, but stopped just in time. Wait... No. It is the same person.

Diwi had never left his place like a good spotter. It was him alright. He had the same odd clothes and everything, only now they looked much smaller, not because they had shrunk, but because the man beneath them had gotten bigger. The shirt inflated over a pair of giant pecs and rising traps. His arms went from skin and bone to muscle and vein. The belt around his waist tightened. The pant legs became occupied by the thighs of champions. He was growing before Gary's very eyes, all the while he himself withered like an unwatered flower.

"You..." muttered Gary. "You fucker... What did you..." He looked at his shrinking forearms. The veins sank back down from his skin. The bones in his wrist jutted out. What had been skin stretched taut over muscle like steel was now sagging over fat like blubber. "What did you do?" he cried. His once proud mane had lost its luster, becoming a thin gray.

The now diesel Dewi just shrugged. "Sorry. I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about." He walked from around the bench, revealing the outline of his monstrous cock. The shorts he wore had been stretched around his explosive thigh muscles. The crowd couldn't fathom what they were watching. The mighty Gary, the gym's most infamous extortioner, had been effectively emasculated by some magic coyote who simply waltzed into the place and was now waltzing out with a gay little tune whistling through his lips.

* * *

Kayla was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen. She was mopping the floor with a swiffer, holding it with latex gloves while moving around barefoot. Her white pants were rolled up her shins, revealing a thick pole of pink pigskin. Her Rubenesque body floated between the counters, making sure every tile was doused and swept over. She was not about to be yelled at when Gary got home. The place was gonna be spotless.

Knock-knock-knock!

She nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked towards the front door with a gloved fist in front of her face. No! He can't be home this early! I'm not done! She swore under her breath and peeled off her gloves. Her black braid bounced off her neck as she ran to the door on the tips of her hooves. Please don't be mad, please don't be mad!

Her fear was replaced by relief when she saw that it wasn't him, but some beefy coyote fellow standing with his paws behind his back, waiting patiently. Relief then became confusion as she didn't recognize him at all. She opened the door. "Hello. Can I help you?"

Diwi's face lit up at the sight of her. She was even prettier in person. "Yes! Hello. You must be Kayla, Gary's girlfriend."

She smiled nervously. "I am. Is everything OK?"

"Oh, everything is just great. Gary is... indisposed of at the moment. He isn't hurt, but I don't think he'll be coming back any time soon, or any time at all."

Kayla gasped. Her hand-hoof came over her bosom. "Indisposed? What-? What does that mean?"

"It means Gary has had a bit of an accident and probably won't be showing his face around here any more. I thought it was pertinent to tell you."

"Oh God. What happened?"

"Nothing terrible. Just got embarrassed at the gym, is all." He gestured toward the door. "May I come in?"

Kayla jolted. "Oh! Um... Sure." She stepped aside and opened the door further. Diwi thanked her and stepped inside. "What'd you say your name was?" she asked as she watched him gaze up her foyer.

"I'm Diwi. Gary and I met today. I helped him with some working out. It didn't go as planned, at least not for him." He faced her. "Like I said, he's fine. Pride is a bit wounded, is all."

That doesn't sound like Gary, obnoxious prick. Speaking of, her gaze was inevitably drawn to the heinous bulge impressing itself on the fabric of his shorts. She could make out the contour of his sheathe and the two massive plums beneath. Her curly pig tail flicked behind her. "So... Gary won't be coming back?" She looked into his eyes, noticing how pretty they were. "What did you do to him?" It was not an accusatory question. If anything put that jerk in his place, she wanted to know.

"I doubt it, and nothing too harsh, I assure you. Just undid his many years of hard work to remind him that he isn't God, whom I happen to know. Trust me, Gary isn't even close."

Kayla did not register the raw absurdity of such a claim. She was looking at his crotch again, curious as to how closely his dick length matched his purse size. "Oh. OK. Did you come here for anything else?"

"I did. He bragged about you in the gym. Showed me a picture."

"Was it a nude one?"

Diwi smiled sadly. "I'm afraid so."

"Oh." She went quiet. "What did you think?"

"I thought you were beautiful."

Her cheeks blushed. "Thank you. And you're very handsome." She was once again looking right at his dick.

"That's very kind of you. Would you like to see more of me?"

Kayla nodded. "Yes."

"Very good. Won't you show me to your bedroom?"

She nodded again. "Yes." She came at him at a speed walk, grabbed his paw, then stormed him up the staircase. Down the hall was the master bedroom, the place where Kayla and Gary slept, made love, watched movies, and where she and Diwi would fuck. She wasn't all the way through the door before she came to a halt in front of him, causing a mouth-to-mouth collision. His beefy arms went around her midriff, squeezing her for all she was worth. Her hands went to his glutes. Her flat pig nose squished on his snout, locking their lips before escalating to open-mouth tongue fucking.

Diwi's hands were all over her back, ass, and thighs as he backpedaled her towards the bed. There she knocked the back of her legs into the mattress and pulled him down on top of her, all the while maintaining the battle of their mouths. His bulge fell on her crotch like a brick, immediately sending a ripple arousal through her body. Her bosom was flattened by his chest. She brought her chunky legs into a loop around his hips. His kisses and nibbles down the side of her face and neck were intoxicating. She needed him inside of her so badly.

The feeling was mutual. Diwi sat up on his knees and literally tore his shirt off. His claws sank into the gap between his pecs. Riiiiiiiiiiip! The fabric fell apart like rice paper, falling about his ripped torso like clumps of snow from the roof of a building. "Ooh~" went Kayla, who hadn't had the pleasure of seeing a truly well-proportioned man in a long time. While her hooves explored his rigid topography he pulled his belt off and sent it flying across the room. Next he tore open his fly, not bothering to take the shorts all of the way off. So long as there was a hole to stick his dick through, it would be enough.

Just barely, though. What Diwi whipped out nearly sent the poor woman into shock. She gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh my God."

"You like it?" Diwi asked.

"Holy shit. It's fucking huge." She grasped it with one paw, marveling at its heat and weight.

Diwi took that as a yes. "I'm glad you think so. Bigger than Gary's?"

She scoffed. "Pfff. Let's just say all that muscle was compensating for something."

"Oh, I gathered as much."

Her clothes suffered a similar fate as his shirt once his claws got a hold of her pants. Her gasp coincided with the sound of ripping. Cool bedroom air swept across her bare leg skin, shivering it. She opened her legs for him, offering ease of access to the remaining tatters. They were gone in only a few scrapes, letting free her brilliant cunny.

He did not bother with the rest, gabbing the hilt of his pillar and lining it with her flower. The lips parted around his rocket with a soft skwish. The muscular core of her thighs jiggled the thick layer of blubber surrounding it. She enticed his further entry with a lurid "Yes~"

His cock vanished to the root, then he laid on top of her. Only the fur on his bare buttocks, tail, and head remained visible to the ceiling above. His shorts still wrapped his thighs and much of his ruined shirt remained. Kayla was buried beneath his torso with nothing left of her but gaped legs and back-hugging arms. That fluffy yote tail curled into an arch, showing off his gray hills before they arced into the air and returned with a bone-breaking clench. The bed creaked. The woman beneath him cried out.

Diwi fucked her as long and hard as he could. With his recent gains in manhood and strength, he could do both very well. A bricked up torso bounced and scraped off of hers while his pelvis, still covered in the flaps of his shorts, pounded her loins. The screams celebrating her liberation were somewhat hushed by the impetuous smothering of her mouth with his. More than just laying claim to her womanhood, he intended to mark her every facet and curve. From his slavering jaws swooped his tongue, pillaging her mouth and sweeping every crescent. She did not resist. He was welcomed by a maw gaped as far as it would go.

Her first orgasm shattered through her lower body like a fallen pane of glass, spewing its fragments down her legs and up her torso to create a sparkling puddle of shard-snow. She vibrated beneath him, bellowing into his maw. Her cunt squeezed him vengefully, dousing his thrusts with a splurge of milky cream. He continued to fuck her, drawing out her spasmic climax until it inevitably led into the next one, and then the next one, and then the next one. With the launch of her screams were the whips of girl cum flying off his cock and staining the crotch of his shorts.

His addition came suddenly, without so much a quiver in his voice or a torpor to his thrusts for warning. The last push came deeply and powerfully, gluing his spurting cocktip onto the gate of her womb. His tube throbbed and his knot exploded inside of her, locking his seed inside until the pressure became too much. Thin jets of cum squirted from the seal that straddled his pulsing member. Kayla felt it to her very core. With the christening of her motherhood was her final orgasm, somehow as resplendent as his in both intensity and volume.

His theatrics hit a roadblock, slumping him atop her like a sack of potatoes. The insistence of his muscles were gone, replaced by a sluggish euphoria. Mouth dry and balls drained, he sat up with a cheery hoot. "Wow! That was heavenly." He noticed how swollen her vulva was around his knot. Their combined product was smeared around it like the inside of a hastily concocted sandwich. "Ah... I'm sorry. My excitement got the better of me. It's not too uncomfortable, I hope."

Kayla wasn't complaining, both in part to the bliss she felt radiating through her body as well as the mere inability to form a complete sentence. Within the few clouds of fabric that still hung off her chunky legs she could only jitter and sway with the aftershocks. "Mmmmmmmmmuuhhhhhhhhhh..."

Diwi laughed. "Good to hear." After a few minutes of letting the swelling go down he twisted the knot to meet the height of her opening. It popped out with a curt yank, bringing with it a sinful deluge of bubbling sex nectar. It splooged down her inner buttocks past her bulged pucker and puddled onto the bed sheet. "Ah! Hope Gary doesn't mind the mess, should he come home. Be a doll and make him clean it up for us. I'm sure he won't mind."

Kayla chuckled softly and fingered her pussy. "Mmmmm, OK..."

Diwi patted her thigh. "Good on you, then." He slid off the foot of the bed and stood. He ripped off the rest of his shirt and pulled off his cum-ridden shorts, leaving him in the nude. Kayla dimly heard his whistles float out of the bedroom, then vanish behind the slam of her front door. Out the window she would've seen his naked body strutting down the lawn, earning the honk of a passing SUV to which he waved like he would an old friend.

***

Terrance was on a chair hardly meant for his colossal frame, one leg kicked over the other, nonchalantly scrolling on his phone. The canvas seat sagged beneath him like an overloaded trash bag, ready to break the wooden frame around it. Fortunately, Terrance was completely still, not bothering with the camera crew getting set up around him or his three co-stars chatting amiably next to the mattress in the center of the living room. The impending performance wasn't on his mind so much as the meal he planned on ordering from UberEats later. Hopefully they didn't fuck it up.

A fluffy bathrobe was draped over his body. It didn't cover much, least of all his explosive chest and belly. A dark brown coat of fur was bloated where his muscles were at their most exaggerated. Long arms looked buffeted by the girth of his forearms and biceps. Buttocks wider than than the women he was paid to fuck filled out his chair from armrest to armrest. His huge belly covered the top portion of his thighs as he sat. Best exuding his brutish physique and nature was his grizzled horse face, currently blank with boredom.

The three people he would be acting alongside were much more lively. They stood on the other end of the mattress, talking about nothing in particular. There was Trixie, real name Arienne, a short raccoon whose giant tits looked ready to break through her bra. Layers of makeup were caked to her face, further announcing an already expressive visage. Her ass was more exotic, its cellulite jostling about the thong which had been devoured by her crack. With her was Mia Moore, real name Samantha, a tall Shetland sheepdog whose fame was defined by the curves of her trunk and the contours of her breasts. Creamy tan fur blossomed around her head and back, instantly becoming a snowy white on her chest and belly. She was dressed like Trixie in a black bra and thong.

The third was Diwi, dressed in a bathrobe like his male co-star. He had drawn the ladies' companionship with wit and charm, a welcome trait compared to Terrance's aloof nature. Diwi was new to the porn industry. A boastful physique and penis earned him the attention of casting agents whom he had sent his pictures and info to. They accepted him readily, unaware of his real motives.

But it was not them he was after. It was the horse across the mattress, sitting in his chair, pretending the other three didn't exist. Terrance was the most experienced person in the room, having accrued a career in porn lasting over a decade. He rubbed shoulders among other legends like Steven "Johnny Sins" Wolfe, Danny "Zeke" Wise, and Ron Jeremy. A reputation of being the reason "hung like a horse" was a term made him a fan favorite. The same could not be said among the folk he worked with. Beyond wielding a pecker that could literally do some damage and reeking like a man, his treatment of his female co-stars was poor at best, irreprehensible at worst. To him they were mere notches on his belt, tools to further his career, bags of meat to wet his dick on. A recurring joke in the industry is that among performing gross fetishes and taboo kinks, women wouldn't dare shoot a flick with "The Tearer".

But doing so meant big money, hence Trixie and Mia's willingness to do so. Diwi being a new face made him better for today's role. The script was that the two girls would makeout on the mattress before Diwi showed up. Their threesome would be rudely interrupted by Terrance's sudden appearance. Wowed by the sheer size of his giant dick, the girls would then abandon Diwi and hop onto the superior horse, leaving the poor coyote to sit back and jerk off while the girls came again and again on Terrance's cock.

But that's not how things would go down. Not even close.

The director, a portly hedgehog, waddled into the living room and clapped his paws, calling everyone into places. Trixie and Mia sat on the mattress. Terrance and Diwi would enter the scene from behind the cameras, joining the two women to create a threesome, then a foursome. When Terrance stood up from his chair it was like the entire floor shifted beneath him. He towered next to Diwi as he shrugged his robe off. His penis hung like a deflated howitzer between his thighs. Its ammunition sat in a fat, black purse right behind it, below an explosion of scraggly pubes. Diwi undressed next to him, hung, but not as impressive.

Terrance smiled down at him. "You ready, big guy?"

Diwi smiled right back. "I think so! This is my first big shoot. I'm honored to do it alongside the likes of you."

Terrance snickered. Kiss ass. "Sure thing."

Diwi produced his paw. "Here's to a good performance."

Terrance would end his career by shaking it. "Right back at ya."

The director asked everyone to hush. The ladies got into places. "Aaaaaaaand action!"

Trixie and Mia started kissing each other. They sat on opposite sides of the mattress, gently locking lips and smacking them. They held each other's upper arms before massaging their breasts, then unclasping their bras. The two of them escalated to kneeling face-to-face, hugging closely and squishing their breasts together.

After a few minutes of love making came Diwi's cue to step in. He stepped into frame between the mattress and the camera. The two women pretended to notice him and broke their kisses. They greeted him with smiles and asked him to join. He accepted, falling to his knees in front of them so they could apply their love to him. They formed a tristar of kisses. Diwi hooked his arms around both of them, pinning their soft bodies into his rigid frame. His every other kiss would switch between the two girls, sparing them equal love. His cock was trapped between where their asses met each other. Just the tip was visible, casted in the dark shadow of their haunches' expansive reach.

Trixie's next move was to politely move Mia aside so that she faced Diwi head-on. She tilted his cock down so that she could place it between her thighs and grind her pussy on it. While her arms wrapped around his neck she humped on his organ and made out with him passionately. That didn't leave Mia out. She migrated to Trixie's giant hind end where she saw Diwi's cock helmet sliding out the back of her clenched thighs. Mia got on all fours and dove her face into Trixie's backside. There she closed her lips around the head of his penis, suckling both the faint seepage of his precum and the heavier residue which bled from Trixie's cunt.

Moans and wet smacks echoed. Diwi's fingers sank into Trixie's fat buttocks. He pulled them apart, granting Mia better access to his cock. She took advantage at once, lathering it with her tongue and huffing the stench that billowed around it. The two girls switched places. Mia straddled his pillar and kissed him deeply while Trixie remained between them, kissing Diwi's shaft whenever it was exposed and lapping up the juices. Like a swimmer she would take deep breaths every time she lifted her head out from between their pelvises. Her paws held each of their behinds, squeezing them and directing the cadence of Mia's humps.

"Ahem."

The moment was broken by Terrance's entrance onto the scene. Diwi and Mia looked while Trixie knelt upright to watch the behemoth horse saunter his way over to the mattress. The three of them gawked at the newcomer and his semi-erect penis. Terrance made a casual step aside gesture with his hoof. Diwi was supposed to do as the horse told, removing himself from his two lovers so that the horse could show him how it was done.

Diwi did nothing of the sort. He smiled at Terrance. "Can I help you?"

Shock reverberated through the room. Diwi was not supposed to talk, nor anybody else. There wasn't supposed to be any dialogue. The two women shared a confused look before resuming their wide-eyed stare at Terrance's package.

Terrance cocked an eyebrow. He looked over at the director who made a keep it going gesture with his paw. Terrance looked at the coyote. "Yeah, step aside, boy."

Diwi's smile didn't waver. "No, I'm quite satisfied where I am."

Terrance's frown deepened. Just like that, he forgot about the script and the set behind him. "Oh yeah? Well, how about you move so I can really show you how to satisfy these girls." The director thought it was a brilliantly improvised line. It wasn't. Terrance was being 100% genuine.

"Oh?" said Diwi. "You think you can do better?"

Terrance snorted. "Watch me."

"Well, alright then." Diwi pulled himself out of Mia's grasp and turned to the side, presenting his profile to Terrance and the cameras behind him. "Be my guest."

Terrance was about to lift his foot and step forward when the breath in his lungs became trapped. Everyone else was struck just the same, their expressions broadening with surprise. The two women actually recoiled away from it. Even Mia, who had been hugging his cock with her thighs, did not notice the change until now.

Diwi's cock had grown once again. Its size was more akin to that of a limb than a penis. For an equine he was just above average, but Diwi was not an equine. It would've looked more natural on Terrance than him.

What Terrance had wasn't normal either. Not anymore. Once presented by a phallic equal, his immediate reaction was to hoist his cock and present just how much bigger it was. The moment his hoof-hand wrapped around the shaft he realized something was wrong. Looking down he saw what remained of his staff. What he saw was unacceptable. His pecker had shrunken terribly. Fully erect, it failed to pass the full breadth of Terrance's palm. With dawning horror he looked back up at Diwi's cannon. The realization struck, holding the beefy horse in place as he quivered like a lost child. He had no words. Within his shaking hands lay the shriveled corpse of his career, dense and cold.

Diwi's cock was at full staff, cumbersome and proud. He bounced it with a haughty flex. "Don't worry. I'll stay here with the women. Feel free to watch, if you'd like!" He turned his back on the horse whom he'd emasculated. "Would you gals like to resume?"

Their eyes rolled up in unison from his pillar to meet his. They were speechless, but the answer was a resounding "yes". Diwi was pounced on by them both. He was forced onto his back, blanketed by a pair of ravenous lovers whose kisses and nibbles pummeled his face. His arms were held over his head, doing nothing to hold back or pull in their swarming kisses. It was better to let them do their own work and show Terrance how a woman satisfies herself on a real man.

Show him they did. The civility over sharing him was gone, leading to a battle over who would ride him first. Their asses bumped and jostled into one another over his cock for dominance. With her superior backside Trixie was able to knock Mia aside and straddle Diwi's thighs. In just a few deft movements she grabbed his dick and aimed it at the ceiling, forming an obelisk. Her body lifted, only for her to realize that she couldn't bring her ass high enough on just her knees. She shifted onto her feet, aimed her sopping pussy over the tip, and promptly fell onto it.

Her head was thrown backwards, flinging her hair with it. Trumpeting from her gaped maw was an uncharacteristically throaty howl. Her entire body jiggled. Her nipples stiffened into nubs. Rising above her shoulders was her ring tail, puffed out into a great cloud of gray and black. And he wasn't even inside her yet.

That changed once more of her weight was applied. Her pussy gaped around the helmet, a breadth she had never achieved before. Her progress down his tower was slow but inexorable. Every degree she subtracted from the bend in her knees was another sliver of thick pole she enveloped.

Mia was beside the action, kneeling with her legs open and fingering herself furiously. The promise to herself that she would wait her turn became more and more difficult to uphold the more she watched and touched herself. Her breaking point came the moment she saw the last of Diwi's shaft disappear into Trixie's cunt. Just a moment later, Diwi's vision was devoured by Mia's ass. She straddled his chest with her tail cocked upwards, showing him the intricacies of her fleshy canyon. Beneath her pink star was a gnarly crease soaked in her arousal. He wasn't allowed that long of a view before she came down on him, smothering the entirety of his face.

"Huhhhhhhhh~" groaned Mia. She felt his paws grasp her haunches and hug them to his head. He kneaded her flesh like dough, wobbling them aside his snout which was pasted to her flower. Out crept his tongue, dashing itself on her inner velvet and making her gasp sharply. He felt her body shudder atop him. Her hips gyrated into a circle, swinging his head along with them. He kept his neck loose, going along with the ride like a good boy.

Poor Terrance was still standing where he had been since the debacle started. Ill emotions churned through his gut and made his head swim. What was this? Was this... jealousy? Humiliation? A man of his stature was unaccustomed to such emotions, not when it was he who stoked jealousy in millions of men who dreamed of being in his place. His current status was anything but enviable. His portly frame absorbed a large portion of the camera shot, but even that began to shrink. His cantankerous gut and masculine aura withered away into a scrawny weakling whose knees trembled and knocked. He saw his weight swell Diwi's body. Instead of a great amount of fat, Diwi was blessed with yet another serving of hard, sinewy muscle, turning him from a fit hunk into a muscular monster. The two girls didn't notice. They were too busy having the time of their lives. It should have been Terrance on the mattress, thrusting into the two girls, making them cum, putting the coyote in his place. But it wasn't. Terrance remained stuck, stroking the remains of his dick

Everyone on the mattress was blind to his suffering, most of all the two girls. Trixie's buttocks rebounded off of Diwi's lap to form a storm of crinkled blubber and humping glutes. Mia was no more restrained, pummeling Diwi's head with heavy bounces and face-slicking grinds. Diwi bore their siege stoically, his smug grin appearing for brief moments whenever Mia's ass would lift.

Trixie came first, no surprise. She grinded to a halt at the very base of his staff, shuddering her body like a leaf in the wind. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her. Colors of every tone and brightness rippled through her body, seizing her cunt, bulging her thighs, and imploding her tummy. The womanly bellow she announced her climax with shook Mia out of her stupor. It was her turn now. She peeled off Diwi's face, leaving it smothered in her fluids. Trixie was pushed by her shoulders, off of Diwi's cock so that it would flop back down on his stomach. Mia went quickly before Trixie could recover, scooting over his waist and replacing Trixie's pussy with her own.

Diwi enjoyed her theatrics on his pillar for only a few seconds before Trixie came crawling over. Once again his world was eclipsed by a transcendent ass, one more Jovian than the one descending on his shaft.

Whomp!

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Trixie went to work humping and grinding Diwi's head into putty. Respite from their sexual appetite was not his, nor his desire. They could please themselves on him for as long as they desired. They did so repeatedly, letting loose so many deafening caterwauls that the other women in the house had to come watch. They huddled in a crowd behind the camera crew, gawking at the scene before them, flabbergasted by Diwi's bizarre transformation. None of them recognized the meager horse whose dick was so small he couldn't poke it through his fist. The sheer violence of the romp before them was hot enough to throw even the women who had done their shoot for the day into an intense heat. Piling onto that was the smell of Diwi's musk, stolen as it was from Terrance and transformed into something much more pleasant.

Terrance had migrated to the Mattress's corner. He sat against the nearby wall, his skinny legs folded beneath him Indian style. His pecker reached up from beneath his gut with what stance it had left. He stroked it hard, that painful jealousy having transformed into horny resignation. He bit his lip and panted while the two women came their brains out not a few feet away. Diwi taught him the ways of pleasing women. He put Mia on her back and opened her legs into a tall V. Diwi knelt between them, thrusting deep into her pussy with measured strokes and bulging her tummy up to the navel. Trixie was astride her face, back towards Diwi, making up for Mia's covered maw with some very loud moans. With their every climax Diwi would shoot Terrance a look, one that bordered between sarcastic remorse and scathing smugness.

The ending was stereotypical. Diwi stood up, knees slightly bent, paws stroking his dick. The two girls were kneeling with their faces huddled together in front of his hose, ready for the stream. He let loose with a vehement grunt, smacking them right where their cheeks were glued together. It came as a long, winding rope, splatting them both equally. The following shots materialized as pearlescent blasts of shrapnel, painting the canvases that were their faces and breasts. Seconds later there was a whimper. Terrance's meek orgasm shot from his dick in just a few watery streams before weakening into a fetid dribble. The moment he let go it slumped like a dead snake where it would remain for the rest of the day.

Diwi's chest rose and fell while his penis began to loosen. His knot had blown into the length of a football, hence his release outside of his lovers. Trixie and Mia were propped against each other lazily with their eyes rolled into their skulls and their jaws hung agape. "Ah, I think these fine ladies are finished." He looked up at the horse that was huddled near the mattress's corner. He motioned him over. "Terrance, if you would, come clean these ladies up. It's unbecoming of them to be left covered in so much of my seed."

Terrance's heart plummeted like an elevator cut from its cable. He looked over at the director, hoping for some help. He got nothing besides an apathetic shrug. With a quivered lip, Terrance crawled onto the mattress. The two girls came to and saw him approaching. They grinned and presented their soiled breasts at him. He stared at the portrait before him. Two pairs of immaculate jugs he had planned on painting himself, instead marked by another man. The smell flared his nostrils and made him cringe. Nausea bubbled in his stomach. Humiliation twisted in his heart like a knife.

Finally, his eyes closed and brought his face into the upper slope of Trixie's right breast. He lapped up the first pearl. The taste buzzed across his mouth and stained his throat once he swallowed it. Trixie cooed her appreciation. Mia tapped Terrance's shoulder. He came over to her and did the same, beginning a process of switching between girls and removing Diwi's cum one droplet at a time. Before he knew it, Terrance was murring softly, secretly enjoying his new place as a cuck.

Diwi stood above his three conquests proudly. He looked right at the director. "I believe that's a good place to end things, don't you think?"

The director blinked. "Uh... Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Cut."

Diwi clapped his paws together and rubbed them. "Splendid." He looked down and saw that Terrance was still licking up his cum off the girls' tits. "Good job there, partner. Keep it up. It looks like you'll enjoy your new niche in the industry." Diwi looked down at his cock and smiled. "As will I."

He made to leave the bedroom with his lips puckered into a whistle. Stopping him in his tracks was a wall of nude women, most of whom had a paw in their underwear. He flashed them a smile. "Why, hello there! I didn't see you there. Did you enjoy the show?"

They didn't answer him. Every single one of them charged right through the set, slamming into him as a mass of horniness and piling him back down onto the mattress. Trixia and Mia moved out of the way in time, but quickly joined the pile too. Terrance was back in his corner with his dick slowly getting hard. Watching the pile of hot babes squirm and moan atop Diwi, he sat back down with a sigh and resumed masturbating. The dumbstruck camera crew could only gawk and watch. The male performers behind them were simply transfixed. There was no way to join. It was all Diwi's show.

The director shrugged. "Well, looks like we got ourselves another shoot." He sat back down in his chair. "Action!"

* * *

Kayla was more than happy to supply her house as the spot for Diwi's next get-together. Gary wasn't going to do anything about it, not when Kayla had kicked his manlet-ass out of the house. His abusive ways would no longer be tolerated, not when his masculinity had effectively been wiped out. Good riddance.

Diwi took his place, and did a superb job of it too. Kayla was subject to a storm of love making. There were no day offs, nor any days wasted. Morning, day, and night she would find herself in an ocean of ecstasy that surged with the constant ebb and flow of her orgasms.

She wasn't alone. As it turned out, Diwi was good at making friends, not that it surprised her. A nice cheetah girl named Melissa, a raccoon named Arienne, and a sheltie named Sam, all claimed to be recent acquaintances of his. Kayla was happy to have them over and share Diwi with them. Kayla's fears that the four of them being too much for him were quickly quelled once they were all naked on her bed.

Melissa and her were immediately in front of him, sloppily kissing away at his cheeks. They had his cock trapped between their asses. Their playful jostles rubbed on him like a fire stick, generating a serious flow of precum which the kneeling Arienne and Samantha lapped away greedily.

He kissed the two girls in front of him as equally as he could before pulling his face back. "Ah, I could make love to your lips all day, but I think I'm ready to fuck the four of you instead. How about that?"

The four of them perked up like children at the mention of candy. "Mmmm, yes~"

"Mmmhmm~"

"Yes~"

"Yeah..."

"Wonderful. Terrance!" He looked over at the corner where the skinny horse sat in his chair. His once proud horse cock was locked behind a frilly pink chastity cage. "Stand by for clean up. I plan on making a mess out of these girls." His lovers all giggled.

Terrance nodded eagerly. "Yes sir."

"Good on you." He looked between his four biggest fans, the closest two of whom fostered his pups. "Now, tell me. Which one of you girls wants to cum first?"

It turned out to be all of them, forcing him to choose. Alas, Diwi's job was never done.

THE END