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Aaron was oddly anxious about his first real trip to the gym. He'd already been there before to purchase a membership that would last him a year. The staff were nice, showing him the ins-and-outs of the establishment so that he could know a little of what he was doing. He could hire a trainer if he wanted to; their rates were pretty good. He declined, having firmly convinced himself that he would work out at his own pace and achieve the physique he'd been dreaming of for so long.

He told himself that his work ethic would be enough to get him going, but when he walked into the gym that morning amongst a thin platoon of gym rats with shredded muscles, he felt like a fish out of water. Aaron wasn't out of shape by any means, him being a fairly skinny maned wolf with impressively long legs and arms. He was incredibly tall at seven and a half feet. The top of his head and down his back there grew a heavy thrush of black hair that continued around his tail which was tipped by a creamy blonde color. His paws, the white of his face, and the tip of his triangular ears were also blonde. His stature was intimidating, but he had a youthful face that betrayed trepidation. Purple eyes darted around the gym, going from athlete to athlete, filling him with that unwelcome feeling.

His gym bag was over his shoulders, carrying a fresh set of clothes to change into when his workout was done. He wore a baggy pair of red gym shorts and a white tank top. He remembered thinking how nicely it had hugged his muscles, displaying their sharp contours. Looking at the barbarically built studs that were pumping iron like they were feathers, he thought he might as well have come in wearing a parka.

Then a reminder: These guys all worked hard to achieve their bodies. You have to do the same. You won't turn into a strapping beast by acting jealous. OK, so maybe he didn't have to be quite as big as these guys, but he wanted to be bigger than he was now. Working as an IT guy your whole life didn't offer many opportunities for heavy lifting. The most he ever hoisted while at work were the bunk computers people would bring in, asking what the hell was wrong with it and how it could be fixed. They were never anything super big or heavy. Those $5000 gaming computers he'd seen and owned were usually operated by the kind of guys who knew what to fix whenever things went wrong.

So why was Aaron trying to get buff? Why, he was on the dating scene, of course. He'd put together a Tinder profile and for some other dating websites. A pinch of body-dysmorphia and a dab of low self-esteem had convinced him that in order to make any hits, he had to be swol. Two months of intensive exercise should do the trick. He'd already purchased a few cans of protein powder and creatine, the latter of which he'd consumed earlier. Looking up a bunch of potential routines and diets online helped him find some that he liked. It would be rough, but it'd get him shredded in no time. Now all he had to do was get the ball rolling.

The first day was arms. It included blasting his biceps with over a hundred curls utilizing different weights and styles. His triceps were in on it too. He would use them in several sets of skull crushers and over-the-head extensions. After all of that he would perform some pushups and maybe try some pull ups, at least as many as he could. He guessed correctly that by then he would be exhausted and unable to perform so much as a single pushup. Whatever. He wasn't about to let that stop him from trying.

After putting his gym bag in one of the lockers and pulling out his water bottle he headed to the rack where they kept the dumbbells. From left to right, top to bottom, they grew larger and heavier. The first was a measly 5 pounds, its weight on the side of the handle being the size of a hacky sack. On the opposite end was a 90 lb dumbbell, the side of which was a hexagon the size of a stool seat. They were black with checkered, stainless steel grips. The weight size was stenciled on the flat side of the weight.

Nearby was a giant badger fellow curling a 45 pound dumbbell. His teeth were gritted, hissing through by a grunt every time he pulled. He had a bicep like dodgeball. Woven around it were several wormy veins. Aaron could see the tendons in his forearm clearly. He tried not to stare. I wonder if I can ever grow to be like that. Images of himself wearing the same physique passed through his mind before he waved them off. Not yet. Start off small. Don't let the others distract you.

He grabbed the 10 lb dumbbells. It felt wrong picking them up when there were so many other, bigger ones to choose from. They looked even smaller in his giant paws. He wandered over to the nearest bench, conscious of anybody who might have been looking at him. He sat down, propped his elbow on his knee, lowered the dumbbell down between his legs, then started to curl. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... He breathed in when the weight went down and exhaled when he pulled it up. 10 pounds wasn't a lot, but on the tenth pull he was starting to feel the fatigue settle in his bicep. He stopped at 15 and switched arms, now curling with his left. He felt the ache much sooner there, at around only the sixth curl. His symmetry was dogshit, that much he could tell once the 13th and 14th curls made his teeth clench.

His paw came down, gripping the dumbbell for dear life. His lips pursed. Come on! His elbow started to bend. There was a screech of protest in his bicep as it failed to come up immediately. He peeled his lips back into a snarl. Come on, come on, come on! Finally his elbow fell shut and the dumbbell was beside his shoulder. "Ahh..." He put the dumbbell down on the carpet between his feet. A great burn had sunk into his biceps. Curling them without the dumbbell made it feel incredibly light. It sucked, but he felt satisfied. Now time for triceps.

The plan was to switch workouts between biceps and triceps until he had completed a total of five sets. He grabbed the dumbbell with his right paw and held it behind his head with his elbow pointed outwards to the side. He pushed the weight into the air above his head until his elbow snapped straight. That was one. He brought the weight down and repeated 2... 3... 4... 5...

This was much slower than curling, but he made it all the way to 20. He could feel the burn in his triceps and a little bit in his shoulder. His bicep, thankfully, had been mostly spared. Time to switch arms. When he moved the dumbbell over in front of his face he noticed someone on his right. It was a woman getting ready to do some bench presses a few spaces over.

She was hard to miss. With a height similar to- if not greater than -Aaron's, she commanded a serious presence. There was an even mix of canine and feline features throughout her body, starting with the long snout of a wolf's that was right below a pair of aquamarine eyes set within a typically feline-looking visor. Her torso was slim in build but bristling with taut muscle. The fur of her limbs and back was a very dark brown, almost black, run through by a set of orange tiger stripes resembling something like a native theme. The hair on her head was about shoulder length, the same dark brown color with what looked like natural orange highlights. Her underbelly was a soft gray that turned into snowy white atop her chest and on the bottom half of her face.

She had on a simple black sports bra and a pair of very baggy, gray sweatpants. On the rack in front of her was about 150 lbs of iron. She lied down on the bench on her back, grabbed the bar, then started pressing it. Aaron was still in the middle of doing his overhead lifts. He'd already passed 20, but had lost count the moment the giant wolf-tiger caught his attention. Only when a sharp burn had fallen on his tricep and shoulder did he realize that the set was done and that he was staring. He snapped his gaze away and lowered the weight back to the ground. While rolling his afflicted shoulder around he scoffed to himself. Eyes on your own paper.

It was back to doing curls. The bench he was sitting on could fold like a beach chair, allowing for elevated workouts. Aaran came around behind it and laid his upper arm on the headrest. It was awkward given his extreme height. Bending over felt weird and kneeling brought him too low. He was trapped in this weird gray area between sitting and standing, sort of like an awkward squat. His butt was jutted behind him, draped over by his tail so that nobody would look at it.

Embarrassed, he started curling. The fatigue set in much more quickly this time, making the 15th curl a challenge. He already knew that his left arm was going to have it worse. Meanwhile, the tiger lady nearby was heaving the bar above her like it was nothing. She held it with her beefy paws shoulder-length apart. It came down all the way to her collar, then all the way back up. There was a snort through her nose with each lift, but nothing else. The sweat hadn't broken out across her fur, nor was she slowing down. The bulky muscles that lined her arms continued to bulge and twitch. Her expression was untwisted, seemingly unbothered by the effort she put behind lifting those weights.

Again, Aaron found himself distracted. He was squatting there with his arm laid out on the bench, the dumbbell still in his paw with its twin waiting its turn. He brought his focus back and started curling the other arm. Come on. You'll get cussed out if she catches you. Might even get kicked out on the first day. Don't let that happen.

That was hard given how pretty she was. The way she kept her concentration homed in on the task at hand was admirable. Aaron caught himself wondering if she could lift him. Looking at how effortlessly she still pressed the bar, there wasn't a doubt in his mind. She finished her set and put the bar back on its rack.

"Whoooo..." She sat up and kicked her leg over the bench to stand up. Her back was to Aaron, showing him an immaculate musculature. Even through the loose drape of her sweatpants he could see the wholesome shape of her ass, no doubt defined by a core of intense glutes. She wandered over to the dumbbell rack in front of Aaron. He watched her along the way, entranced by the way her tail flicked into a curl behind her. She grabbed a 30 pound dumbbell and returned to her bench. There she kicked her shin up onto it and leaned forward with her paw holding herself up. The paw holding the dumbbell hung down the other side, then bent at the elbow to perform a rip curl.

Aaron was watching again. His attention was firmly on her ass. It jutted out behind her, pressed against the seat of her sweatpants, its great curvature on display. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing yoga pants, or else Aaron would've been bricked up in his shorts by now. Hell, he could already feel a stiffy growing, and she hadn't even been near him for more than five minutes.

Then her head turned towards him. He saw the glint of her irises. Aaron jolted where he was and whipped his head away. He started curling, something he hadn't even done with that arm yet ever since he switched. His heart was racing. Shit! Did she see me? He continued curling as casually as he could. He didn't hear any growl or shout. There weren't any angry footsteps coming his way or towards the front desk. The only sound from that direction was the steady huff of breath as the woman calmly continued her workout.

He started to relax, but did not let his guard down. Just chill. Pretend that she isn't even there. He performed the rest of his set and stood up. His biceps were on fire, both of them, and he still had another set of curls plus four more repeats. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to do any pull ups after all of that. He'd be lucky to do any pushups. Too bad that-

"Hey."

It was like someone had stabbed him with a cattle prod in the spine, he jolted so hard. The voice had come from directly behind him, nearly close enough to feel the wind on their breath. He spun around to see the tiger-wolf standing there, her paw on her hip, smiling at him. He finally registered just how tall she was now that she was looking down at him. Aaron rarely met people who were taller than him, and never a woman. Being outsized by someone he'd been staring at made him feel all the more vulnerable.

He looked back at her with eyes widened by panic. His heart was in his ass, leadened by pure dread. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out but a pitiful squeak. "Ah..."

She did not flash him a scowl or growl at him. Her smile maintained and her voice remained even. "What are you working on over here?"

He didn't fully comprehend the question until a few seconds after she had asked it. He realized how dry his throat had become. He gulped. "Uhhh... Arms. Working on my arms. Just doing biceps and triceps. Nothing crazy."

"Nice. With how much?"

He cringed to himself. This is gonna be embarrassing. "Just 10 pounds."

"Nice. What's your name?"

"Uhh, Aaron."

"Aaron, I'm Jamie. Nice to meet you." She extended her paw.

He shook it, bracing for a crushing grip. Instead it was soft but firm. "Yeah, nice to meet you too. I'm new here, if you couldn't tell." He laughed nervously. Hopefully some self-deprecating humor would lighten his unease.

"I could. Did the staff show you around already?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't hire a trainer?"

He shook his head. "No. Should I have?"

Jamie shrugged. "You don't have to, but since you're new I kinda recommend it. You got a regimen planned out?"

"Yeah. Trying to get in better shape. Nothing huge, but I wanna be bigger and more cut."

She looked him up and down. Her smile curled into something more... impressed? Attracted? Aaron couldn't tell. He didn't know if he wanted to. "Yeah, I think you'd fill out nicely. You're real tall, like me, but you're not lanky. I think you can turn into something big like some of these other guys."

Coming from such an impressive specimen such as her, that meant a lot. A bashful smile came across his face. "Thanks." Should I tell her why I'm doing this? Would that be inappropriate? He decided to stay quiet. If she had seen him staring at her, then it probably wasn't a good idea to say anything that might've come off as an advance.

"You wanna work out together?" she asked with an upwards nod of the head.

His face lit up. He certainly wasn't expecting that. "Oh, um... Yeah! Sure. That sounds... great. What are you doing? 'Cause I don't know if I can push what you're doing."

She shook her head. "You don't have to do anything I'm doing. We can just take turns doing our sets, giving each other encouragement. You can be my spotter. You're not supposed to bench without one, you know."

"Yeah, they taught us that. I noticed you were doing it by yourself." There we go. That's a good excuse, maybe.

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. 150 is nothing to me though. It's my warmup. I rep with 180."

"Wow. I think that's more than what I can bench altogether." He then looked around the vicinity, hoping nobody was close enough to have heard him say that.

She slapped his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. You'll get there eventually. You said you're trying to get cut, right?"

"Bigger, mostly, but yeah. Some definition would be nice." It's what the girls like.

"We can do that." She pointed her head over towards the bench where she had been working. "Come on. Let's see what we can do together."

Aaron's tail started wagging behind him. "Sure!"

The two of them spent the hour doing their sets in turns. Aaron would do his, then Jamie, then Aaron again. Jamie made sure he put his work in even when she was on the bench. He was her spotter, an important job to keep her safe. Her job was to motivate him and provide tips while he worked with his measly-looking dumbbell. He couldn't help but notice a serious divide between their work loads. Being next to a veritable workhorse made him feel smaller than he was. Comparing himself to Jamie ignited both a desire to work harder and an unfortunate wave of dysmorphia.

Upon the end of the hour they were both doused in sweat and aching something fierce. Aaron's arms were like rubber, hardly able to even lift above his head. Jamie felt the same way, albeit after having exercised much more intensively. They both guzzled from their water bottles. In spite of his exhaustion, Aaron felt tremendous satisfaction. He stood with his head held high, one paw on his hip, the other holding his bottle. Replacing his dysmorphia was a blissful pride.

Jamie punched him in the shoulder. She did so lightly, and still he said 'ow'. "Good show!" she hooted. "How you feel?"

Aaron laughed. "Like shit."

"Good. That's how you're supposed to feel. Wait until the morning. You'll feel like they've been dipped in acid."

Aaron groaned. "Great."

She patted his shoulder again. "Come on. Let's hit the showers and call it a day."

Thank God. "Yeah, sounds good."

The two of them made their way to the locker rooms. The entrance split off in two directions: the men and women's sides. Aaron peeled off to the right, into the men's. So did Jamie.

He heard her following him and looked over his shoulder at her. He slowed down. "Uhhh, this is the men's."

She kept going without breaking pace. "I know it is, now move." She pushed him by the nape of his neck. "Just keep going and don't worry about it."

He stumbled forward. "Um... OK."

He pushed through the door and into the men's locker room where several beefy men were either getting ready to work out or leave. Jamie walked right past Aaron, into that sweaty den. One guy noticed her. Aaron expected him to say something. He didn't, instead continuing to lace his shoes as if Jamie were any other fellow.

Aaron stood where he was, flabbergasted. I guess she's a regular sight around here. Knocking him out of his trance was another man entering from behind him. Aaron shuffled out of the way and apologized. Jamie was in front of her locker, reaching inside for a towel. The men around her did not react to her presence, so neither did Aaron.

Inside his locker were his street clothes and towel which he carried to one of the unoccupied shower stalls. It was behind a white curtain that came about a foot off of the tiled floor. The shower head was a simple metal spout fixed on the wall. Thanks to his great height, Aaron looked down at it, a downside to showering at places that weren't his home where everything had been specially built for his Wadlowian stature.

It didn't bother him too much. He turned the dial and the shower head shot out a cone of thin streams. It was searing hot at the get-go, letting out a thin mist that rose to the ceiling and saturated the stall. Aaron felt it in his lungs with each inhale. He stepped into the spray, dousing his chest and flattening his belly fur. He spun around, getting everything below his collar wet before he finally went into a small crouch and soaked his head and face.

With the loud gurgle of water bouncing off his snout and across his ears he could distance himself from the stresses of the outside. The locker room melted away. That terrible ache in his arms started to dissipate, at least a little. He could forget about his job and everything else for just a little while. All he had to do was get clean and then leave. Nothing to worry about.

He was so deeply entranced by his shower that he did not notice the exodus of sound in the locker room behind him. There had been a steady rustling of clothes and opening of lockers that filled it with a steady, if thin layer of sound. In a few moments it had vanished, leaving behind an eerie quiet that Aaron failed to notice. He was blissfully involved with his shower, letting the sweat pour off of him and slide into the drain.

Tearing him out of his soggy meditation was the sliding of the curtain. The metal rings hissed on their pole. The white fabric whooshed through the air. Aaron's back was towards it. He jumped out of his skin and spun around.

Jamie was standing there, holding the curtain in her paw. Around her torso there was a fluffy white towel, covering her breasts and knees. "Hey there, handsome. Room for one more?"

"Jamie!" He turned away from her halfway with his paws folded over his crotch. Once again his heart was racing. "What are you doing?!"

"Aw, what's wrong? You're not gonna hog the stall to yourself, are you?" She stepped inside and slid the curtain closed behind her.

Aaron sidestepped towards the end of the shower, passing through the stream and bumping into the wall. "What- What are you doing in here?"

She shrugged. "Thought I'd give you some company. I know it's a bit scary taking a shower at a new gym. Didn't want you to go through that by yourself."

He squeezed his legs together more tightly. His tail was curled between them. "I, uh... I'm fine, thank you. I appreciate the gesture, but you really don't have to."

She gave him a knowing look. "Aaron, please. I know you were looking at me earlier. It wasn't that subtle. I know you were checking me out."

Shit. I totally forgot about that. "Yeah? Uh... Sorry about that. I really am. I shouldn't have."

"Hush. If I didn't want you to I would've said something. I'm not mad. I'm flattered."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm. Why would I be mad? I think it's flattering. Strong girls like me don't get enough looks, you know."

A nervous smile appeared on his face. "Yeah? Well, I think you're really pretty." He stood upright and loosened the squeeze of his legs. His paws stayed over his balls, albeit less restrictively. "And you're tall, like me. I don't see a lot of women my size."

"And I don't see many men my size either. Might be why I took so kindly to you looking."

"Yeah, that makes sense." He looked down where his waist was hidden behind her towel. The top of it only barely covered her nipples. He made no mistake as to why she was in there. He wasn't so naive to think otherwise. He pulled his hands away from his crotch, revealing the impressive swell of his purse and the fat, nubby sheathe that sprouted above it. "You wanna join me? The water's fine." He felt his heart accelerate in his chest. His confidence was soaring like it never had before in the presence of a woman. This was the kind of thing that happens only in porn, and here he was living it. He had hit the jackpot.

Jamie smirked. "Yes, I'd love to." Then she removed the towel.

Aaron's confidence had been soaring on a jet plane, burning through the stratosphere, punching through the clouds and leaving a trail of vapor in its wake. When Jamie took her towel off, it did a nosedive and crashed into the earth with a fiery explosion. His smile vanished behind a look of horrified shock. His jaw physically dropped. His penis, which had been making the first moves towards stiffening out of his sheathe, made an immediate retreat back inside like a prey animal at the entrance of its den. His heart, moments ago alight with joy, plummeted down into his gut.

Jamie was as beautiful in the nude as she was in clothes, and so was her penis. It sucked in his attention like a black hole, it being colored like one too. Across its barbaric shaft was smooth, onyx skin so dark that Aaron could barely make out the intricacies of its many veins and structure. The foreskin choked the glans tightly and absorbed its flared shape. Her cock helmet was like a small boulder, dictating the remaining girth of her shaft and tipped by a slit Aaron could fit his index finger in. It swung down to her knees, in front of an equally gargantuan scrotum covered in snowy white fur and bowed by two huge balls.

There was a long silence while Aaron stared at it. She stayed where she was, allowing him to drink in her size for as long as he needed to. Finally he blinked and was able to bring her gaze back up to her eyes. He tried gulping, but his throat was too tight and dry. "Uhhh..." was all he managed to say.

"You like it?" she asked cheekily. She threw the towel over the curtain rod, next to his. That usually indicated an occupied shower, but there really was no need. She had asked the guys to leave so that she could have some alone time with the latest customer. They did so readily, a few of them telling her to give it to him good. She promised that she would, and fully intended to. "All you boys react the same way. Strikes 'em dumb. I think it's cute, especially from you~"

Aaron wasn't listening. His gaze was back down on her cock, as it would be every so often for as long as he was in its kingly presence. He finally came back up to her and blinked. "Ah... Yeah... it's uhh... It's pretty fucking big. The biggest I've ever seen."

"Do you like it?"

"Wh- What?"

"I said, 'Do you like it?'" She reached down and held it by the underside. It lifted, demonstrating a profound weight Aaron could hardly fathom. She let go of it, letting it flop back down into place with an audible plap. "A lot of guys get jealous when they see a cock like this, especially on a woman. You don't mind, do you?"

"Uhhhhh..." He shook his head. Get yourself together! "No! I mean, no. Not at all. I think it's..." An atrocity in the eyes of God. "I think it's pretty awesome. You're truly blessed."

"I am, aren't I? Now what about you? Let's see what you got."

He forgot that he was naked. His immediate instinct was to cover his genitals again, but didn't out of fear of that being rude. "Ahhh, nothing like yours."

"That's not saying much. Nobody has it like me. I still wanna see yours. Come on." She waltzed towards him. "Let's have a look."

He tried backing away, but the white tiles held him in place. His shoulder was against the wall, him being next to the shower knob. More intimidating than just her approach was seeing that destructive dong floating towards him and swinging with her every step. She came up to him and pressed into his side, their bodies perpendicular to each other. Her cock hung just in front of his leg. The head batted against his kneecap gently, sending shivers through his body. The excitement centered in his loins where his penis made another attempt at growing hard. Invigorating it was Jamie's paw wrapping around his sheathe.

"Ahhh..." sighed Aaron.

"How's that?" Jamie asked, her face inches away from his. He felt her breath beat on his cheek, making his throat tighten. "Will that get you hard?"

Even in the steam he could feel how hot his face had gotten. His breath stuttered. "Ahhh-hh-hh-hh-hh... Y-y-y-yeah... It will." One of her balls was pressed into his thigh. It was incredibly warm.

"Mmm, good. I wanna see how big you are." She launched her investigation by rubbing his sheathe, enticing a surge of blood into his cock and drawing out the tip. It was a dark eggplant color, similar to the inside of his mouth which was open and panting. Her paw held him firmly, stroking him full length and going further as his cock continued to grow. It wasn't long until he was at full capacity. His penis, while nothing like the titan Jamie wielded, was nonetheless a pillar worthy of admiring. Long, thick, and smothered in veins, it stood from his sheathe as prominently as Aaron himself did, though whatever pride he could muster with his height was currently subdued by the giant woman holding him hostage against the wall.

Her strokes softened, turning into a delicate drift up and down his length. "My, my... Aren't you the man? Your height isn't just for show~"

He chuckled. "Haha... Yeah... I'm uhhh... Big, I guess."

She purred. "But not as big as me." Her hip pressed into him, bringing her growing pole into his so that it sat atop her waterfall of black meat.

A great shudder rolled through him. "No, not even close. Ahh... You're a giant."

"Mmmmm... You know, with a dick like this, it's really tough getting hard sometimes." Her eyes rolled upwards to meet his, demonstrating the intensity of their color.

He met her gaze with much less certainty. "Oh yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Think you can be a good boy and help me?"

He saw the request coming, yet it still fell on his gut like an anvil. "Ahhhh... I don't know. I... Maybe? I can't... I don't know."

"It's not hard, you know. Just rub it a little. See?" She held up his penis, making him flinch. "I got yours hard. Why don't you return the favor so we'll be even?"

He had a feeling that it wouldn't end at just getting her hard. A refusal was on the very cusp of his mouth, but he was paralyzed by a mixture of arousal and excitement. However the tables may have turned on him, it was still a dream come true. His manhood, now trapped in her grasp and leaking its precum out of fealty to its superior nearby, begged further attention. Besides, she was so fucking beautiful, strong too. How was he supposed to say no?

He cracked a smile. "Yeah. Sure. I can do that."

She smiled back at him. "I know you can." Her paws came up to his shoulders and started to push him down.

"Oh," was all he had to say as he came down to his knees. It felt strange having the shower water drain and splash around his shins. Even stranger was the leviathan cock hovering in front of his face. It was no longer hung limply, but arcing itself up into a powerful erection. Now that he was up close and personal he could make out every individual vein. They were thick and heavy, burdened by the seemingly insurmountable task of loading her cock with blood. At least now they had Aaron there to help.

"Go on," Jamie said. He looked up and saw her cute face smiling down at him through the gap in her tits. "You know what to do."

He did, but being confronted by her phallic majesty was daunting. He gulped and licked his lips. "Yeah..." He grabbed her with both paws. They went around her shaft, barely able to touch his thumbs and middle fingers together. The skin was soft and smooth, but just beneath it was a rocky layer of tough filament. He could feel her heartbeat. It was steady and rhythmic, much unlike his more rapid thrum. He stroked her from the bottom to the top, letting no inch of her go untouched. Coming towards the tip he slid her foreskin into a pinch, then peeled it off her helmet on the way back.

She was getting hard fast. He saw more and more of her cock slit, now aiming up his chest and collar. He had to scoot back on his knees to make room between the two of them. At last it was completely hard, stabbing out of her like the sword of a monument. Jamie took pleasure in watching him gawk at it again.. Now her arousal demanded tribute.

"You know what to do next," she said smoothly.

He did, and by God he wanted too, but the intimidation proved too much. He stayed where he was, keeping the distance between his face and her musky bollard. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." stammered the seven foot maned wolf. "I just... GIve me a second."

"What?" she demanded. "Too much for you?"

He looked up at her cautiously. "Yeah, just a little."

"That's OK," she said soothingly. "Let me help." She grabbed the back of his head, yanked it, then slammed her cock into his mouth.

His eyes shot into saucers. His jaws split open like they were nothing, meeting the girth of her cock in just an instant. The bottom of her pillar scraped down his tongue and into his throat. There came an ugly gagging sound before it was cut off by his gullet getting plugged. He grabbed her thighs and sank his claws into the fur. He couldn't breathe. A taste musty and strong flooded his mouth. Her precum oozed down his throat.

Jamie closed her eyes and purred. "Mmmmmmm, that's nice, real nice." Her other hand held the side of his head. The top third of her cock was gone, deeply ensconced in his maw. A shiver made her legs jitter. Her tail flicked out from behind her. Her eyes opened and peered back down at him. "How's it going down there?"

He managed a muffled squeak. "Mmmmmphufffhhhh!" His eyes rolled into his head. Tears ran down his cheeks. His cock raged within his lap. It was incredible. The grip on her thighs softened and then relocated to her backside. Without tugging or groping he learned to enjoy the softness of her buttocks. At their core was an unsurprisingly dense swell of muscle. He rubbed around them, hearing the whisper against her fur along with his soft moans. "Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..."

"Yeeeeaaaah, that's a good boy." Jamie pulled her hips back, retracting her cock from his throat and allowing him a full breath. He inhaled deeply but didn't dare retreat. He stayed in place, holding his mouth open for her inevitable return. "Good boy. Now suck my cock."

There was no hesitation. His paws went right back to her shaft, holding it in place so that he could bob his jaws down towards her crotch. He couldn't quite deep throat her without risking a gag, but what he could do was more than enough. Soft coos echoed through his nose. Her meat was heavy and hot on top of his tongue. She would flex her floor muscle, bouncing her dick in his mouth and blessing him with another molted glob of precum. He swallowed all of it greedily, ready for the final product that would come soon enough.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm~" hummed Jamie. "Suck that fucking cock for me. Look up here." His eyes opened. They shone in the fluorescent ceiling light, accenting his deeply purple irises. "Mmmm, so handsome. You have pretty eyes."

"Thahn yooo," he said with a full mouth.

"You like sucking my cock?"

"Yehsh ma'hm..."

"I bet you do. Ever sucked a cock like this before?"

"Noh ma'hm..."

"Didn't think so. Will any cock ever compare after this?"

He managed to smile around her girth. His paws came around to fondle her nads. "Noh ma'hm~"

She scoffed. "You're goddamn right." Her paw slid to the top of his head. She played with his hair. "Keep sucking it. If you're good enough I might cum and make you swallow it."

There wasn't anything he wanted more in the world. "Yesh ma'hm." His eyes closed, bringing his concentration on servicing his new master. Up and down his head went, edging the tip closer and closer to his throat asymptotically. More moans seeped out of him, their volume and frequency growing alongside his arousal. His dick was hard like a diamond, letting loose its own flow of precum that dribbled from the tip and then vanished in the frothing water below. He gripped it with one paw and tugged on it. His moans turned into whimpers.

"That's a good boy. Mmmmm... Keep jerking that little cock. Don't cum until I say, OK?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm~" whimpered the man on his knees, sucking dick.

"That's right. You know better."

And he did, easing the stroke on his cock and intensifying the effort on hers. "Ulk... Ulk... Ulk... Ulk..."

Jamie was content with just that for at least a little while. Hearing his whimpers choked off by the forward jab of his head was music to her ears. More soothing was the constant dribble of shower water, its spray keeping the both of them wet. Jamie ran a paw up her trunk and fondled one of her breasts. Her balls felt safe and loved within his palms. He continued to roll them around, forming a sort of even-leveled juggle. Just as satisfying to have them played with was to play with them, something Aaron could not grow bored of.

Jamie, not so much. Her pleasure had reached a plateau, but not the summit. That would require a little more unf. Upon Aaron's backswing she grabbed his head with both paws, locking him in place. He barely had time to open his eyes before he saw her beltline come crashing towards him.

"GURK!"

Her cock slammed through the gullet, punching all the way to the back. His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. His paws left her nuts to scrape at her thighs. She held him where he was, sighing happily through her nose.

"Ohhhhh, that's it. Mmmmmm, I like that. Let's get this show started, shall we?" With that she pushed his head forward and reeled her ass back, setting up a devastating thrust that crashed right back down on his throat.

"ULK!" He was powerless, not that he would dare to resist. He was more than content to surrender to her whims, letting his head be pulled back in time with the retreat of her hips and be followed by a curt tug-and-hump. It was rough, but it was worth it. Now he could jerk his own cock at a furious pace, one prepared to cum now that it had been given the go ahead.

Jamie honestly didn't give a shit about that. She was too busy fucking his face to mind anything he did or thought. So long as his pretty mouth was there to shove her dick in, she was alright. "Hnf, hnf, hnf, hnf, hnf... Damn. Ah... Thought I'd already- Mmm. Done my workout for the day. Mmmm. Guess this is a- Ah... Nice cool way to cool down. Mmf. What do you think? Huhhh."

Aaron wasn't in the position to think anything, let alone voice his opinion. Had he been, he would've agreed wholeheartedly. "Ulk-ulk-ulk-ulk-ulk-ulk-ulk-"

Jamie didn't stop or slow down. Her cadence was the same as what she'd put into her workouts: steady and smooth, each rep as complete as the last. She ignored the building ache in her muscles, something that focused mostly on her clenching ass cheeks. Her focus instead fell on the growing pleasure in her cock, a stable fuel that made sure her power and speed were maintained. It grew gradually until finally she felt the last push towards her climax.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she growled. "I'm cumming. I'm close. I'm about to cum. Huhhhh... You ready?"

Aaron made no noise. He was keeping himself relaxed for the approaching flood. His paw, meanwhile, had turned into a blur on his cock."

"Huhhh... Alright... Uhhhhh... Uhhhhhhhhhhh~!" She lost her coordination only when the apex of her orgasm was upon her. The last few thrusts were jilted and awkward, coming at Aaron full-force. The last one was one big heave. Her head threw back. Her lips snarled. Her cock erupted. "Hhhhuuuuuuuuuurrrnnnnngggghhhhhh~~~!!!" The first rope ripped from her tip and crashed into the back of Aaron's throat. It was followed by another, and then another, each one accompanied by a sharp burst of her cock muscle.

Aaron absorbed it all dutifully. He relaxed himself as best as he could, letting her molten love slither down his throat and pile into his belly. Amidst it all he didn't slow down on his cock. The arrival of hers brought a sharp spike in his arousal, and within seconds he was cumming too. "Uulffff~!" A thin tendril of white spewed from his dick and flew through Jaime's legs. It splatted against the tiles. The following spurts struck below it, then dribbled onto the floor where it was lost in the shower water and sucked into the drain.

The same could not be said for Jaime's cum. Every bit of it landed in Aaron's gut. He started to swell like a balloon, each of her spurts adding another round of rotundity. It was too much for him. Her nut was filling up his throat and belching out his mouth. Jaime felt it welling around her cock head and pulled out immediately. Still cumming, she tugged at her foreskin rapidly, spitting the rest of her load out on his face. More of it was gobbing up his throat and dribbling down his chin. It smacked on the floor loudly, replacing the once soapy smell of the stall with a more raunchy miasma that made his nose crinkle.

The last shot of milky batter slapped him in the face. The rest came out of her as a weak drool, falling to the space between his knees and on his cock, now swollen at its base into a fat knot. Her shaft started to loosen finally, there being a white-hot euphoria suffused throughout it and the rest of her loins. Aaron experienced something similar, though it was joined by a distracting mask of jizzum on his face. His jaw was slack, letting a pillar of white nectar ooze from his teeth. His gut was hung as if stricken by obesity. Aaron was a defeated man, lost as he was within a cloud of bliss.

"Uhhhhh..." groaned the majestic maned wolf, currently reeking of girl cum.

"Woooo!" hooted Jamie. "That was gooooooood! Never met a boy that could suck dick like that. You're a champ!"

He barely heard her. She sounded like she was on the other side of the glass at an aquarium, muffled and distant. Loudest was the ringing in his ears and the exhausted huff from his mouth. Breaking it was a nasty belching sound. Rising from his throat was a wallop of Jamie nut that plopped onto the floor below. "Buurrrrrp..."

Jamie patted his upper back. "It's alright. Let it out, sport. You deserve it."

"Guhhhh..." He panted hard, taking some time to catch his breath. He had barely moved and yet it felt like he had performed the workout of a lifetime. That would make two in one day. "Oh God... Fuck... Hahhhh... Shit."

"You alright?" She asked.

Aaron blinked a few times and looked at her. Genuine concern dictated her expression. "Yeah..." he groaned. He sniffled the snot back into his nose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"Good," she said, then patted him on the back. She stood upright. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm headed out. Hope you enjoyed that. Judging by the mess you made I'd say you did. See ya around, Aaron." Then she waltzed to the curtain and snatched her towel. After a quick rub down and a fur-quaking shake she wrapped herself back up in the towel and walked out of there. She slid the curtain shut behind her. Aaron heard a locker open, followed by the outside door. After that was Jamie's voice:

"Alright! I'm done with him. Y'all can have the locker room back.

***

The days immediately following were surreal. Aaron had trouble going to work the next morning, not out of any depression or trauma, but from being too distracted by a single question that ran through his mind with annoying persistence: Did that really happen?

The answer was a solid 'yes'. He had a hell of a time ejecting the evidence that night, both of his ends sharing equal burden in carrying out the gruesome task. Along with the ache in his arms that Jamie had warned him about was the one in his throat. Every so often he would wince and rub his neck. When asked if he was alright, he would answer that he had a sore throat. One friend offered a lozenge. He gladly accepted.

After work was when he'd scheduled himself to go to the gym, but was he ready to see her again? Would she pounce him in the showers and fuck him a second time? How often would the other patrons tolerate being kicked out of the locker room? How many of them knew? How many of them didn't? Given their ready compliance to her asking them to leave, Aaron guessed that she was a popular face around there. They had to have known what was going on. Could he even show his face there again?

Again, the answer was 'yes'. That much was obvious once he found himself back in his gym clothes, his bag draped over his shoulder, throat still aching from yesterday's ambush. Potentially seeing Jamie again filled him with a mixed sense of dread and excitement. Maybe they'd do something together again? Or she'd just ignore him and pretend like nothing had happened. It was probably just a one time fling, kind of like a hookup. That kind of thing rarely led to anything more. His hopes were high, but he kept his expectations low.

It was ab day for him. Time to find a space on the mats and blast his core. No need for any weights. Just him and his body, twisting and bending until his abdomen was on fire. Walking through the front entrance and into the heavily air conditioned gym floor he immediately looked out for Jamie. She would've been easy to find given her height, but he didn't see her anywhere. A part of him was relieved, the other part was disappointed. On one side of the gym was a large mat laid out in front of a mirror wall. It was mostly empty. He found a spot, laid out his own yoga mat, and sat down on it.

He went to work crunching, mountain climbing, scissor kicking, etc. He thought that his abs were in better shape than his arms, or were at least better at prolonged activity. They were, but not as much as he hoped. After only a few sets he was starting to slow down. He lost the fluidity and coordination behind his reps. Sweat spiked his fur and dripped off his face. The sound of his breath filled that entire section of the gym floor. Everything between his pecs and his hips was on fire. He was definitely feeling the burn.

"Hey."

He was on his back after just finishing a set of crunches when a familiar voice made him jolt. Lying down and looking up he saw Jamie standing over him, one paw on her hip, the other one holding a water bottle. From his angle Aaron could see the fat bulge of her cock running down the leg of her sweatpants. No wonder she wears them so baggy.

"Hi," he said back.

"How are you?" she asked casually.

"Uh, fine. I guess. How are you?"

"I'm great. Mind if I sit with you real quick?"

That was a good question. I do if you plan on fucking me in front of everyone. "Nah, not at all. Have a seat."

"Awesome. Thanks." She sat down on the mat next to him cross legged while he sat upright and leaned back on his paws. Her face came close to his. She kept her voice low. "Look, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was... wrong of me to do that."

You're goddamn right it was. "What? No! Don't worry about it. I loved it." His face started blushing again. "Though a warning would've been nice."

"Yeah, I know. That's why it's bad. I wasn't really thinking. I just thought you were so cute and I don't see many guys close to my height ever. I wanted to take advantage of it." She cringed. "Ah, that came out wrong. Sorry. None of that makes things better."

No, it didn't. Sitting so closely to her made him uncomfortable as well as eager. Seeing the outline of her monstrous cock sitting against the crotch of her sweatpants made his paws wrench at the mat beneath him. His body was more adamant, sending blood to his penis and creeping it out of his sheathe. He couldn't deny that he wanted to be with her again.

"Hey, it's no big deal," he told her. "I had fun. I'd like to do it again sometime, if you want to. Just, uh... not around here, if that's OK."

"Yeah, yeah, totally. Sorry. I wanted to get to you before you left. But yeah, I'd love to make it up to you sometime."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You think you might wanna get dinner someplace? I'll buy."

"Oh! Um..." Did he want that? Going out to dinner with someone who fucked your face in a public shower seemed wrong, somehow. Then again, being around her was exhilarating. He wanted another chance with her badly. "Yeah! Sure. That sounds great."

She smiled brightly. "Awesome. When are you free? We can go to a restaurant some place. Red Robin or Red Lobster." She giggled. "Any place with the word 'red' in it, I guess. Any place. It doesn't matter."

The taste of warm, steamy, fluffy cheddar bay biscuits filled his mouth, making his tummy grumble. "Red Lobster sounds great. I'm free this Saturday and Sunday."

"Awesome so am I. You know where Austin Boulevard is?"

"Yeah. I know the Red Lobster there too, the one in front of a Lowe's."

"Yup. That one. Meet me there at 7:30. Remember, I'm buying, so don't think about arguing with me when the bill comes, OK?"

That came off as oddly forceful, but Aaron wasn't about to refuse a free meal. "OK. No problem. Can I have your number?" That was a question he hadn't asked a woman in a long time.

"Of course." She drew her phone out of her pocket. "What's your number?" He told her and she typed it into her contacts. "Just sent you a message. Text me when you got your phone." Jamie stood up. "See you then, Aaron." And then she walked away, out of the gym, having come there solely to see Aaron.

* * *

Aaron pulled up in the Red Lobster parking lot at 7:23, wearing a light blue polo and some shorts with sandals. He pushed through the giant wooden doors and told the hostess "2". She pulled two menus and laid them at a booth where Aaron sat. He checked his phone for any new messages. There weren't any, so he texted her.

Aaron: Here in a booth on your right when you come in

A few minutes later he saw Jamie's sequoian height wander through the front entrance. She was wearing a blue blazer over a matching sundress that wafted around her legs as she walked. No doubt dresses were a necessity given her absurd endowment. Aaron waved at her. She beamed and waved back. A few patrons watched her as she walked up to the booth where Aaron was. It wasn't often you saw two seven footers in the same restaurant.

"Hey!" she said genially before sitting in the seat across from him. "How are you?"

"I'm good. You look nice."

"Thank you. Do you like Red Lobster?"

"Love it. The moment you mentioned it yesterday I thought about their biscuits and got hungry."

She giggled. "They are pretty awesome, aren't they?"

He smiled. The way she laughed was cute. "Definitely."

A waitress came up and introduced herself. When she asked what they wanted to drink they both ordered a coke.

"And we'll have some cheddar bay biscuits," Aaron was sure to ask.

The waiter nodded and told them she'd be right back with the drinks and a little while after with the biscuits. Then she left.

"You really want those biscuits, don't you?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah. I'm hungry. It's my off day so I can eat." He picked up the menu and perused it.

"How often do you work out?" she asked while opening her own menu.

"Every weekday, alternating parts of my body. Yesterday was leg day. I save that for last so I can have more time to relax." He rubbed his thigh. "Ah, I can still feel it. It sucks."

"Oh, I know. If you ever need help you can come ask me."

He scoffed. "Yeah, I think I will. Starting to regret not hiring a trainer."

"Well, it's never too late. If I'm not too busy you can just ask me. I know my way around the human body pretty well."

He looked up from his menu at her. Even through the cover of her blazer and dress he could make out the Olympian structure of her arms and trunk. It put him to shame by leagues. "Yeah, I can tell. How long have you been working out?"

"Well, ever since I left high school. Got a job working with my dad. He's a contractor. I was pretty much doing nothing but heavy lifting from that day on. He helped me get a job at another place, the place where I am now. Not too many businesses like hiring women, let alone ones that are waaaaay taller than them. You boys don't like being outclassed by a woman," she teased.

Aaron recalled how much he adored getting fucked in the mouth by her vastly superior cock. "Yeah, that's true," he said with an awkward laugh.

"What do you do?"

"I work in IT at a computer repair shop. Studied computer programming for four years and graduated with a master's."

Her brow lifted and her lips puckered. "Wow. That's pretty nice. Where do you live now?"

"Southside. I have three roommates. We live in a house together."

"How is it?"

"It's alright. We're all friends. We get along."

"That's good. I live by myself in an apartment downtown. It's small but it's all I need. I got a bunch of aquariums that I keep my pets in. They keep me company."

"Aww. I'd like to see that."

"You do?" she asked, chirping. "I have pictures on my phone. Wanna see?"

"Sure!"

She drew her phone out of her back pocket, a giddy look on her face. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who had convinced a bunch of men to leave their locker room so that she could saunter her way into a stall and fuck a guy. She drew her phone out of her purse and hurriedly swiped through her albums. After some precision scrolling she turned the phone towards him and showed him the screen. "There they are!" she announced gaily.

Aaron took the phone, smiling from her infectious excitement. The picture was from her apartment. Against the wall were three separate aquariums, each one with their own unique platoon of fish. Each one was small, only about 40 gallons by Aaron's estimate, but the fish in them were small too.

"Swipe to the left," she said. "You'll see closer pictures."

He was greeted by shots of each and every one of her individual fish. Among them were flatworms, sponges, and a crab/shrimp looking beast with spindly legs that Aaron couldn't identify at all. He showed it to her. "What's that?"

"Oh, that's Primo. He's an arrow crab. He's cute."

Aaron turned the screen back towards him. Primo had legs thinner than toothpicks and that were twice as long as his body. His carapace was the shape of an arrow, hence the name, featuring beady eyes that stared back at him thoughtlessly. "Yeah, he sure is." He handed back her phone. "That's cool!"

"Thanks!" She put her phone back into her purse. "I guess you could call it a hobby of mine, keepin' aquariums. Do you do anything like that?"

Aaron's answer was interrupted by the return of their waitress with their drinks. "Your biscuits are on the way. Do you guys know what you want to order?"

They did. Aaron ordered a Bar Harbor lobster bake pasta bowl while Jamie asked for a flounder fish sandwich. The waitress jotted that down and left them.

"Alright," Aaron said. "What, uhh... What was I saying?"

"You were gonna tell me about any hobbies you had."

"Oh yeah." Here comes the pussy drier. Should I keep my mouth shut about it? Or should I be myself? The expectant look on her face told him that she was ready and eager to hear about whatever he had to talk about. After showing him her fish so childishly, he doubted that she would judge him harshly. "I collect and put together Star Wars figurines." He braced for her cringe.

"Oh! That's cool," she chirped. "Do you have any pictures?"

His heart fluttered. There came a thump from his seat where his tail wagged into the cushion. "Yeah!" He drew his phone from his pocket and went to his camera album. After some quick scrolling he showed her his collection. "It's not a whole lot, but I buy one every so often. Heh, maybe too often."

Jami looked like she was in a trance while scrolling through them. "Wow. These are pretty cool. Are they expensive?"

"Some of them are, especially the sets. That big General Grievous sent me back $300."

"Wowza." She scrolled for a little while longer in silence before handing the phone back. "That's pretty cool."

He physically could not stop himself from smiling. "Thanks. That means a lot. You uh... You like Star Wars?"

"Yeah, a little. I was never a super fan, but I know the gist of the plot. I wouldn't turn down a chance to watch one of the good ones. I hear some of them are pretty bad."

"Yeah, well, that's a source of some fierce debate. I don't get into any of that nonsense. I just turn my brain off and enjoy it."

"Oh, I'm the same way but with just about any movie. I know that everyone's a critic, but I try not to be, especially not when people put such hard work into stuff like that. Kinda like you and your figurines."

He was flattered. "Yeah, that makes sense."

The conversation meandered between random subjects like social media and sports, the latter of which Jamie was a big fan. Their biscuits arrived, then their main course, effectively silencing them both. They played one of the games on the electric kiosk attached to their table. Jamie won, mostly because Aaron let her, though he definitely didn't tell her that.

Their meals were finished and their tummies were stuffed. "Well, that was good. I really enjoyed that," he told her.

"Mmmm, so did I. Makes our little meet up at the gym worth it, eh?"

His face drooped. That was the first mention of it all night. "Heh, yeah. It does."

She smirked. "I'm fucking with you. For real though, I had a lot of fun talking to you. I hope you did too."

His smile returned with a nod. "Yeah! Absolutely."

The waitress passed by them and Jamie asked her for the check. "Tell you what, I had so much fun that I'd like to do this again sometime. Maybe not dinner, but I would like to hangout and do something."

He had to grab his tail to prevent its wagging. "Oh yeah? That sounds cool. I'd like that."

"Maybe a movie? Go to a theater or watch a DVD at one of our places?"

"Sure! I love movies. My place isn't the best for that, though, 'cause of my roommates."

"No problem. My place works."

The tip of his tail was beating the seat at a rapid rhythm. "Cool! Do you have any movies?"

"Yeah, or you can bring one."

"No, I'll watch whatever you got."

"OK."

The waitress came back with the check. Aaron made sure to keep quiet while Jamie slid her credit card into the tray clip. The waitress took it and came back. "Thank you for coming! Y'all have a nice night!"

"You too!" they both said in unison.

Jamie signed the receipt and added a healthy tip. "Alright. Is next Saturday good for you too?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool. Let's meet up at my place. Same time. I'll text you the address."

"Sweet! Sounds like a plan."

Jamie gathered her card and tucked it into her wallet. The two of them stood up. Jamie opened her arms for a hug. "See you around, Aaron."

Aaron, without realizing what he was doing, opened his arms too and they embraced. Through the thin fabric of the dress he could feel the heat of her cock. "Yeah, see you around."

***

They saw each other at the gym. On his arm day he recruited her help, something she was happy to supply. With her tossing explicit and often vulgar motivation in his ear he was able to get a lot done, ending the day with a serious sense of accomplishment as well as crippling exhaustion. Lucky for him, she didn't meet him in the shower stall. It wouldn't have been fun seeing how he was incapable of putting his paws over his head. They worked out with each other again the following few days until Saturday rolled around. He parked in a deck near her apartment building downtown and came to the intercom on the bottom floor, wearing some baggy jeans, a T-shirt with his favorite band logo, and a plaid button-up shirt.

He hit the button for Jamie's room. She responded immediately. "Come on up!"

Ding!

The elevator door sprung open. Aaron walked inside and took it to the seventh floor. There he found a long series of hallways with apartment doors spaced evenly throughout. He rounded one corner and saw Jamie leaning out of her doorway. She spotted him and waved.

"Over here!"

"Coming!" He made towards her at a brisk pace, heart hammering away with excitement. This was his first date in far too long.

The two of them hugged in her doorway. Jamie had on a loose hoodie and a matching pair of sweatpants. These were tighter than the ones she had on the first day they met. Her cock sat against one thigh, trapped in place by her pantleg and revealing its barbaric outline.

She saw him looking at it. "Oh, don't look so distracted. It's not your first time seeing it."

He chuckled. "I know. Still don't think I'll ever get used to it."

"Most people don't, least of all men."

Aaron wandered inside and she closed the door behind him. It was surprising how small the apartment was. The living room and the kitchen shared the same area. Beyond that was just a door leading to her bedroom and a separate bathroom. On the right side of the living room, the same side as the TV, were her three aquariums.

"There they are," he said. Even from afar he found himself mesmerized by the drifts and bobs the fish performed in their tanks.

"Yup! You can go look at them if you want. Can I get you anything? I'll pop us some popcorn. I got plenty of soda. Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew..."

Jesus. And she considers herself a health nut? "A coke sounds nice." While she headed towards the fridge he came up to the aquariums. They glowed a melodic blue underneath the fluorescent lamps hanging above them. At their centers were towers of live coral, their rocky bodies covered in anemones and various cnidaria. There floated a family of fish, each ranging in color with wild variety. In the tank on Aaron's right he found Primo, the devilish little crustacean using his teeny pincers to pluck unseen particles out of the water and stuff them in his mandibles.

"Look cool, huh?" Jamie asked. She came back to him with a coke in her paw and a Sprite in the other one for herself.

He stood up and took the coke. "Very cool! I'd love to have something of my own like this."

"Yeah, well, just like your figurines it can be pretty expensive. All that stuff you see underneath them is for maintenance and cleaning. One thing goes haywire like the temperature or the pH and all of them-" She slit her thumb across her throat and made a ripping sound.

"Yikes."

"Yeah. It's not easy, but I still love them."

"I bet." He pulled the tab on his coke can. Crick! He took a sip. "So, what movie are we gonna watch?"

"Well, I know you liked Star Wars, but I didn't get that because I figured you'd seen them all."

"You figured correctly."

"So I wanted to get something Sci-fi that maybe neither of us had seen before. So I got this." She wandered over to the coffee table that stood between the couch and the TV. Sitting on it was a plastic bag with a DVD case inside of it. She pulled it out. "Ta-da!" It was Arrival, the Amy Adams movie.

"Oh cool! I haven't seen that," Aaron said, a bold faced lie. "I heard a lot of good things about it."

"Yeah, me too." She turned it in her paw to look at the front cover. I looked up good recent sci-fi films and this was the top result. Haven't seen it. I just know it's about the girl from the office talking to squid aliens."

He laughed. Yeah, that about sums up the movie. "Cool. Let's watch it."

Jamie plugged the DVD into her player then ran to the kitchen to throw some popcorn into the microwave. A few minutes later she was carrying a bowl while Aaron sat on the couch, coke in his paw. Jamie plopped down right next to him, their thighs touching each other. The bowl settled in her lap and she grabbed a fistful of fluffy, yellow kernels that she stuffed in her mouth. The DVD menu was on. "Hit play for us?" she asked with a full mouth.

"Yeah, I gotcha." Aaron reached over and hit the play button on the remote. The living room went dark as the screen faded to black. Aaron sat back in his seat and reached for some popcorn. The back of his mind braced for some kind of dick-in-the-popcorn gag. Thankfully, he grabbed nothing but the yellow snack.

The movie was as good as he remembered, though still kind of confusing. He still didn't get the whole time travel aspect and what Jeremy Renner's character role was entirely. It was still a brilliantly directed movie with great actors and a chilling score.

Aaron got to experience almost none of it after Jamie started rubbing up on him.

It started with her moving the popcorn bowl over to his lap and crossing her legs so that her dick bulge sat tighter against the fabric of her pants. She leaned into him, then rested her head on his shoulder. Her arm came down on his upper thigh, then creeped down into the gap between them. She started rubbing her head against his cheek. He could smell her intensely, urging his pulse into a heavier beat that had his penis stiffening in his pants.

Oh boy, he thought. Here we go again. Forgetting about the movie, he returned her advances, nuzzling his head on hers and holding the paw on his thigh. Jamie brought her snout to his cheek and kissed it. That's all it took to bring his face towards hers so that they could kiss in earnest, their first time doing so. For a few minutes they simply kissed, smacking lips and exploring each other's bodies with their paws.

Aaron's penis was shoving itself into the crotch of his jeans with increasing urgency. Not far away he could feel Jamie doing the same, slower, but with much, much more significance. It pulsed to life, sliding its tip down her thigh and onto the side of her knee. It was at the fullest it could go, requiring both freedom from her sweatpants and the added touch of a partner. Aaron was right there to supply it, bringing his paw down from her tummy and onto that turgid log, hot and heavy. He drifted his fingers up and down it like he had her thigh, eager to see it in its complete majesty again. Her kisses grew more rampant and deep, unable to hide her increasing arousal.

Their faces were both hot. They were both bricked up in both their pants. Soon their lips broke apart, there being a strand of spit strung between the lips within a hot cloud of steamy breath. They opened their eyes and saw each other. Jamie wasted no more time, persuaded by the pretty gleam of his eyes. She grabbed his paw.

"Come on." She stood up and pulled him to his feet.

"OK," was all he said before she dragged him towards the bedroom door.

Inside was her bed, the sheets and comforter bundled atop of it in a mess. There were basketball posters on the wall and an electric guitar in the corner. She closed the door behind them, pulled Aaron back and front of her, then wrapped her hands around his waist so that they could resume kissing.

Once again he felt so small. She had him by a few inches, yet it might as well have been a few feet. That ignored his extreme deficit in penis size when compared to hers. It swelled against her sweatpants like a third leg, dense and demanding. No longer afraid, Aaron's penis was rock hard right next to it, prepared to do anything to serve it. Aaron's tail wagged behind him and so did Jamie's.

Again their lips parted. Their breaths were deep and fast, being passed between them as they stood with their open mouths together. Jamie rubbed his balls through his shorts. A small gasp shot into him. Jamie laughed. "Sensitive, are we?"

"Ahhh... Yeah. I might pop if you keep rubbing it like that on its own."

"Ohh, we don't want that, do we?" She traced the perimeter of his bulge with just her finger claw. It sent shivers through his body. "You're not gonna cum until after I do or when I make you. Understand?" Her tone had lost every bit of geniality, turning into something sharp and deep, cutting him to the core.

"Yes ma'am..." he huffed.

"Good boy, now take your clothes off."

"Yes ma'am." He took a step backwards and kicked his shoes off. Off came his button up shirt, then his T-shirt which he pulled over his head to reveal his lissom trunk, a well-trimmed canvas of appealing white traced by a frame of gold. His shorts were unbuttoned. They too met the floor, leaving him in his underwear, already jutting with the shape of his manhood. He put his paws on the waistband, hesitating only for a moment as his eyes came upon her explosive cock. They'd both seen each other in their nature. Nothing he would show now was a mystery to her, yet he knew that baring himself would trigger her to do the same, and what she would do from there filled him with trepidation.

He powered through it, sliding his underwear to his shins and stepping out of them. His penis sprung free, just a few notches away from completely hard. It wobbled into place for a second or two, coming to a stop and staring at the woman he sought to please.

It was a good start, at least. Jamie smiled at him saucily. "Cute." She reached over her head and pulled off her shirt. Her bra was beige, dotted by the stiff presence of her nipples before a quick pinch on the strap had them drifting to the carpet and leaving her charcoal nipples bare. Her sweatpants came down with just a soft push and a shimmy. There was no underwear. Her cock rose to a certain prominence, somewhere in the realm of a half chub, close, but still too far. At once Aaron's entire body tensed. Memories of having his throat stuffed tore through his psyche and made his sphincter clench while his pole bounced.

"You know the drill," she said, rubbing just the side of her shaft. "Get me hard so that we can have some fun."

"Oh yeah," he said, mustering up an uneasy smile. He was in front of her and on his knees in just a couple strides. With the absence of running water he could fully appreciate her smell, something more masculine than anything he'd encountered on a man or on himself. Mingling with it was something different but equally strong. A few whiffs recognized it as a woman in heat. It occurred to him that she might have been a hermaphrodite, and that behind that Himalayan display of virility was a pussy waiting to get fucked.

But if anyone was getting fucked, it was going to be him. He held her penis like last time and enticed the blood into it with a few hearty strokes. Once the head had lifted high enough he began to kiss it, tasting the salty-metallic skin of her cockslit and inner foreskin. He opened his jaws and fit it inside, though he took it no further than the middle of his tongue. He would go slowly this time, making sure to savor her texture, taste, and temperature for as long as she would let him.

Jamie was a generous lover, having her new subby go as long as he wanted to. Perhaps more satisfying than feeling his tongue scrape up the underside of her glans was watching him do it. His jaws would be hung at their absolute widest, letting loose that amethyst tentacle of wet muscle so that it could caress her flesh and contribute the most devout worship. Her paw caressed his cheek, then slid up to his scalp where she played with his hair. There would be no sudden grab and pull, not when she had become so enamored with those purple eyes of his.

"Good boy~" she cooed. "Suck that cock for me."

"Mmmmmmmm~" He brought his lips to her cock slit and kissed it a few times before drawing back to look up at her. Everything around the pinnacle of his snout was wet with spit and precum, the latter of which had utterly conquered his sense of smell and taste. "Do you want me to make you cum like this?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"I don't know." He stroked the bottom half of her shaft with one paw. The other was holding a single, fat testicle. "I did it last time. I kinda want you to fuck me."

Her eyebrow lifted. "You 'kinda' want me to fuck you?"

He chuckled. "I really want you to fuck me. God, I've been thinking about it since you first showed it to me," he said before blessing it with a few more teensy kisses.

"I bet you did, slut. You saw me for the first time and thought you wanted to fuck me, huh?"

"Mmmhmm." He stuck his tongue out and dabbed it into her peehole, drilling for more of that sweet cock juice.

"Yeah, but the moment you saw my cock you wanted to get fucked, right?"

He nodded and looked up at her with those puppy eyes. "How could you tell?"

She cackled. "I had a hunch." She patted his head. "Alright. Stand up. Let me move somewhere." Aaron scooted back and stood. Jamie wandered over to her bed, her dick wobbling out in front of her like the vanguard of a phalanx. Seeing her move so effortlessly while that thing stood erect made Aaron question if it was even real, if she was even real. She mounted the mattress and got on her fours with her legs spread. She cocked her tail up, offering him a splendid view of her ass and backsack, something that hung between her thighs like a ripe coco de mer painted white.

There, ensconced in the root of her scrotum and a mere inch below her black pucker, was her pussy. It was jarringly normal when compared to the rest of her reproductive anatomy, featuring no individual bits that stood in too stark a contrast to anything else. It's what he would've expected to see on her before he learned she had a dick. Cut down between a pair of chunky lips, it was a rosy shade of pink glistening within a remarkable sheen of pussy juice.

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Like what you see?"

He nodded dumbly. "Oh yeah."

"Well, you're not fucking it, if that's what you're thinking."

He expected as much, but remained disappointed. "OK."

"Get over here and eat it. My ass too. Try and make me cum."

Out of all the challenges she'd presented thus far, it was this one he was most ready to accept. "Yes ma'am!"

He scurried over to the bed and climbed it, right behind where her ass awaited him. He came to her on his knees, nigh a foot behind her, both his face and penis being close enough to feel the heat of her insides sighing out of her cunt and the taut star just above it. Alas, his manhood would be on hold. He dipped his thumbs into her crack and parted her haunches, obliging himself to a better look at her intimates (the penetrable ones, at least.) He dove right in, landing a tiny kiss on her asshole before migrating south to her wetter, more eager pussy. All he gave her was a tiny kiss, and Jamie gasped.

"Ooooh! Huhhhhh~" She murred her delight and laid the side of her head on the mattress. "That's it. Eat up, sweety."

He sure did, going to town with his tongue, an open-mouthed adventure that brought him to the most sensitive bits within her. Her clit received the lion's share of his attention, it being found within the apex of her slit's corner, hidden by a thin but moveable blanket of pink skin that he shoved aside and lashed liberally. Jamie reacted in kind, inhaling sharply and losing much of her dominance.

"Huhhhh! Uhhhhhh... Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhh God... Yes! Yes..." She had to bury her face into the covers..

Aaron loved it, drawing more from her once he pressed his thumb on her tail hole. He licked and he licked, sucking out as much of that golden liquor that he could draw from her. It surged once she came, sliding out of her not as a mere juice but in a clot of hot girl cream that fell about his tongue and stained his lip fur. Only when her spasms finally fell into nothing and her wails subsided did he retreat, his face wearing a proud smile and a beard of cum.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Huhhhhhhhhhh..." Her body was alight with joy. Quivers raked her lower body. He saw the many sinews throughout her thighs suddenly rise up to the surface with a twitch every time her pleasure would spike. "Pretty good. Mmmmmm, I liked that~" She flopped over onto her side. She reached behind her and fingered her pussy. More hums rolled out of her, only to be stopped when she snorted at the sight of his cum-lathered lips. "Oops. Sorry about that."

"What? This?" He swiped his upper lip with a finger. "No, this is a reward." He suckled the finger clean then ran his tongue around his lips, absorbing every drop.

She giggled. "I'm glad. Now there's something else I'd like to give you."

His tail wagged. "Yes ma'am."

She rolled onto her back and hoisted her cock up towards the ceiling and rubbed it. "Think you can be a big boy and take this?"

He wasn't so sure, but his arousal was to a point that common sense had gone out the window. It would return upon his next orgasm, but he wasn't there yet. Aaron nodded. "Yes ma'am~"

"Good, but I think we're gonna need some lube for this." She pointed to her nightstand. In there, top drawer, there's some jelly. You're gonna wanna use it."

He didn't doubt that. "Yes ma'am." He slid off the bed and made it to the nightstand which he opened to find an extra large bottle of pink KY. After he pulled it out and turned around he found Jamie sitting on the edge of the bed, her cock soaring out of her lap with the tip still wet with his spit.

"Here you go. Lather me up so we can get down to business~"

"Oh yeah~" He flipped the cap on the bottle and squirted a palmful of thickish gel. His palms rubbed together, getting them covered so that he could do the same to her cock. He fell to his knees in front of her once again, this time to grab it and rub it from head to hilt with that smelly lubricant.

Sharp sensations billowed through Jamie wherever it touched her. His paws swam around every facet of her pillar, letting no part go unlubed. At last she was lathered up. The skin felt hot on the air like a wet finger in the breeze. There came a thick bead of precum from the slit that slid down the slot of her glans and welled around the ring of her foreskin.

Aaron wiped the remaining lube on his paws off on his dick. He shivered too. "Ooh. How's that?"

She stroked her cock slowly. "Perfect~ Do me a favor..." She patted the space next to her. "Bend over the bed for me~"

His tail wagged behind him hard. "Yes ma'am~" He almost leapt off the floor, he stood up so fast. Just as quickly he fell over the side, leaning the crook of his waist on the edge of the mattress and laying his belly overtop of it with his chest propped up on his elbows. Those giant, sinewy legs were stretched out behind him into an obtuse chevron, the corner of it hung with his vascular cock and balls. His butt was parted and his tail was pulled into a curl, presenting his cute little pucker.

"How's this?" he asked, feeling adorable.

He felt that way because he looked that way. "Perfect." She slid off the bed and walked up behind him. Her pole was hoisted and then dropped onto his ass crack. His body jerked hard, both from the pleasant sting of the jelly and the atrocious weight of her phallus, already claiming dominance over his soft tush.

There was a shiver up his spine along with a coo out of his throat. He backed his ass on her, hotdogging himself and angling that dick up into the underfluff of his wolf tail. When he moved forward there was an added gyration to his hips. He could feel his hole winking on her, exhilarated by the prospect of being fucked, unable to wait much longer.

Jamie felt the same. Her paw gripped the base of his tail, putting a quick stop to his antics. She drew her hips back and held her cannon so that it was aimed straight down the valley of his asshole. "Open up those cheeks for me," she commanded in a throaty voice.

The iciest of chills rolled up his innards. "Ahhh..." He reached back and pulled his haunches apart. His pucker distended, parting at its very center for her entry.

"Good boy~" She went forward, pressing into his crater and widening it almost instantaneously. The lube did its job making their fleshes slippery. The pressure was on his hole to gape as wide as it could go and then some. He did so admirably.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The pressure was intense, focused on his hole while spreading throughout the rest of his abdomen. He gritted his teeth and clawed at the sheets. His snout fell straight down into the mattress and bit onto it. "Hfffffffff! Hrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!"

Jamie kept going. "Shhhhhhh, come on. You can take it." The hand not on his tail rubbed his lower back. "Shhhhhhhhh... Just relax." Easier said than done when being sodomized by a poster tube. Finally his muscle ring popped open to the breadth of her cock helmet and quickly swallowed it. It was a burst of sensations for them both, him much more profoundly.

His jaws had come off the sheets, now opening to release a series of pained moans. "Huuhhhh! Huuhhhh! Huhhhhhhhh!"

She rubbed his back with both paws. "Shhhhhhhhhhhh... We're in. The hard part's over. Be a good boy and take this dick."

"Huhhh... Huhhhh... Jamie..."

"Yeah?"

"Huhhh... It's a lot. Ohhhhh..."

"Mmm, I know it is, but keep taking it for me, OK? It feels good, doesn't it?"

That much he couldn't deny. Buried beneath that blanket of extreme discomfort was a bright beam of pleasure from having his boy spot grinded on. "Mmmmmmmmm, yes~"

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Mmmmmm... I like it too. Your pussy is nice and tight~"

"Ohhh..." He blushed hard and buried his face into the sheets. Hearing his ass get called a "pussy" was utterly humiliating. He hoped she'd say it again.

She assumed a firm but gentle grip on his hips and continued the descent into his behind. More of that fat, black rocket vanished into his butt, the cheeks of which hugged her shaft. The sound was wet and sloppy, stopping only when her hips finally touched him. Her balls were pressed against the back of his, smothering them with a monumental difference in size and weight. With his cock sunken into the mattress and his scrotum smothered by hers it was as if all of his masculinity had been snuffed out in full.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm~" purred the tiger-wolf whose spear rearranged his insides. She stayed where she was for now, absorbing his tightness and feeling him squirm around her. His feet claws were scraping the carpet. Sharp jolts made his thigh muscles bulge. Precum splooged from his cock tip at an exorbitant rate, staining the sheet. All the while he whimpered and moaned like a little girl.

"Uhhhhhh~ Jamieeeeeee..."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmmmm... Fuck me... Fuck me please..."

She chuckled. "Sure~" She drew her claymore from its scabbard, coming all the way until opening remained wrapped around her tip. Then she came forward, sliding all the way down and touching his ass with her hips again. She repeated and repeated, going faster each time until she had achieved a certain rhythm, one that was long, steady, and heavy.

Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap.

Off tempo were Aaron's erotic lyrics. His face rolled against the bed, unable to keep itself in one place so that his voice became muffled and unmuffled. His body was rocked with ease, that pillar laying siege to his insides like a battering ram cut from an oak. Bearing the brunt of her assault was his prostate, a spongy ball of nerves now crushed into a jelly, its product bleeding out of his penis with such viscosity that now the entire front of his pelvis was soaked. There was a fat bulge of flesh that rolled up his belly and scraped into the bed every time she thrusted. His innards had no choice but to make way.

Jamie growled merrily. One paw that was swimming around his upper back reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair to pull his head back. It let him scream into the open, there being nothing to hide his absolute joy.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" bellowed the slut.

"Yeah? You like that, huh, you little bitch?" berated Jamie. "Like taking that fat dick in your ass? Huh?"

"OHHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSS! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Mmmmmmmm, goddamn right you do, fuckin' slut." Her paw swung out behind her, then arced through the air with air-whooshing speed. It crashed into his ass.

SMACK!

"UHHH~!"

"Yeah, you like that. Like gettin' smacked around. Fucking serves you right."

SMACK!

"AHHHHHHH!"

"Mmhmm. I fuckin' love hearing you squeal. Say my name. Say my fuckin' name."

"UHHHHHHH JAAAAAMIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!"

"Yeeaaaah~ Music to my fuckin' ears."

Her rampant humping went on, its beat accompanied by the huffs through her nose, the loud creaking of the bed, and the meaty impact of her balls on his thighs. BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! All of that was secondary to Aaron's screams which were increasing in volume now that his orgasm was coming. He tried to articulate it, but was understandably going through some trouble.

Jamie got the message loud and clear. "Oh yeah? You about to cum?"

He managed a "YEE-EEE-EEE-EEE-EEE-EEESSSSSSSSS..."

"Mmmmmm, good. Hahhh... I am too. Uhhhh... 'Bout to cum! Mmmmmm... Get fuckin' ready! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-!" Her eyes scrunched and her teeth clenched. She delivered the last set of thrusts with as much power as she had left in her before finally her ecstasy peaked and threw her hips the farthest forward they could go. "HHHHHHHRRRRNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" There was an explosion inside of Aaron, one at the very peak of his abdomen. It came with an even greater ferocity than what he had experienced in the shower, this time ripping through his bowels and landing in his gut.

Aaron got the memo too. "UUUUEEEEEEUUUUGGGHHHUUUuuuuuuughhhhhh~!" He quivered beneath her violently while he spat out his own measly load between himself and the mattress. However small it might have been by comparison did not mean his pleasure fell anywhere short. It felt as though he was flying through a supernova that had detonated inside of him.

Their climaxes faded slowly, Jamie unloading everything she had and making him float off the bed from his cum-swollen belly. The two of them panted hard. Jamie was sweating. Her ass and thighs ached from the effort she had thrown into them. Aaron felt like he'd been run through by a Hummer.

With Aaron in a stupor, Jamie collected herself first. "Woooooo! That was awesome! Haha! Ahhh... How'd you like that?" she asked, patting his butt.

The side of Aaron's face was flat on the bed. His jaw was slack and his tongue lolled. "Huhhhhhh..." He sounded like a zombie and felt like one too.

"Yeah, I hear you." Jamie grabbed his hips and very slowly removed herself from his ass. Her cock fell out into a slump, coated entirely by a slimy blend of cum, grime, and sex jelly. Right behind it was a waterfall of cum that splooged out with a hideous belch. His ass did not close at once, instead shrinking into a gape still bigger than the entire thing when it was closed. Her cum slid down his balls and piled onto the rug below.

Aaron shivered. "Unnngggghhhhhhh..."

She rubbed his back. "Good boy~"

Jamie fetched a black butt plug from her closet and used it to stop the flow of jizz from his ass. The room reeked of cum and sweat, the former of which Jamie would clean in the morning. She was way too tired to do any of that now. More important was the seven foot maned wolf full of her cum she had to take care of.

She climbed the bed and pulled him the rest of the way on. Lying down on her side, she rolled him over with his back towards her. They formed a spoon, her place being rightfully as the larger. Aaron's pregnant belly jutted out of him nastily. His every move was joined by a throaty slosh of her cum. He groaned. She patted him on the tummy.

"How was that?" she whispered into his ear.

He moaned and licked his lips. "Ohhhhh... It was... Mmmmm... Good..."

She giggled. "I'm glad you think so. I do too."

It took him a few seconds just to gather the strength to speak again. "I'm... I'm glad I met you..."

"Awww, so am I."

"I... I uh... I'm really tired. Think I'll... Is it OK if... Can I-?"

He felt a finger over his lips. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, sweety. Go to sleep. You earned it."

He didn't say anything after that, not even to thank her. His head slumped down. Within seconds he was snoring.

Jamie closed her eyes and nuzzled the back of his neck. Before she eventually fell asleep she soothed herself on the beat of his heart, the purr of his snores, the warmth of his fur, and the occasional glorp of cum in his belly.

THE END