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The events of the last few weeks had only escalated things between the housecat and the weasel, who'd been spending more time with one another as the days went on. A week had passed since they'd first made out, their feelings for the other that much stronger, comfortable with showing affection more often. It seemed like being around the other man awakened something in them.

Their gym progress had risen exponentially in the same timeframe, now far and away more successful with their respective routines. The stumbling demeanour of their first visit had completely vanished, replaced by dogged determination as they pumped themselves up in the iron pit. It started getting to the point where they nearly enjoyed working out. They also hardly noticed their gains day-to-day, but a quick glance at some pictures taken before they went told everything - they'd made some serious headway.

The pair of them still stood at the same heights, however, they made their previous statures seem paltry in comparison. Sumptuous muscle mass flourished across their frames the longer they strained it in the gym equipment. It didn't particularly catch Weekly's eye so much with how the diminutive cameraman went topless to exercise, but Blacksad could definitely notice as the shirt he wore during his workouts felt far tighter than it used to. He wondered if that might be a problem at some point.

But that was something to worry about later. The pair of friends instead opted to spend whatever time they had during rest to check the other man out, stealing not so furtive glances while the men around them were none the wiser. It all culminated in a far more thorough examination in the showers, where their desires could really be fulfilled.

Steam did little to obscure the two as their fondled the other's body as warm water cascaded down their pumped physiques, but few people, if any, ever interrupted them, and taking the farthest spots from the entrance ensured they had the ability to hide themselves lest two people became three.

The dwindling amount of privacy they got in the gym prompted them to take their budding relationship elsewhere. More and more of their time had been taken up with exploring the other's growing forms in the comfort of their own homes, well away from any potentially prying eyes. The sensation of each other's hardbodies pressed against one another drove them crazy.

Which is why the pair of them had made their way to the feline's place, intent on getting intimate after three weeks of intensely honing their bodies. Having to control themselves in public wasn't too bad when they had to do it, but the scent of arousal wafting off them was palpable if you knew to look for it like they did.

"I gotta say," Blacksad said with a smirk, "I far enjoy how you smell now as opposed to before. Almost seemed you were trying to aim for 'Stinkiest Person in the City' or something."

"Oh John, your words wound me so!" Weekly looked past the brim of his flat cap to meet the tuxedo cat eye-to-eye, a knowing grin on his face. "In all seriousness, I don't even come close to the worst of the worst. Some of the mooks in this town seem like they've never touched water in their lives, trust me."

Blacksad could only laugh. "I do wholeheartedly," he slipped out of his trench coat before hanging it up, his brawny arms no longer hidden by sleeves normally a few sizes too big to fit him properly. "I do my absolute best to avoid those kinds of people like the plague if I can, which makes it all the more unfortunate when they come to me looking for help."

"And you don't offer them friendly hygiene tips while you have the means to? Blacksad, I'm appalled!" Weekly's words oozed with faux outrage.

"And tango with the likes of construction workers and other day labourers? I far prefer my face the way it is, thank you very much." It became one of Blacksad's favourite pastimes to use the red-furred least weasel as an armrest; the shorter man was the perfect height for it.

Weekly pushed the burly arm of the cat off his head, the act growing exceedingly easier the stronger he got. "I don't know, I think you might stand a hell of a chance now. Keep in mind how much heat you're packing now." As if to prove his point, he reached out to the bicep he'd been ogling, lightly clutching it with a hand as he felt it tense in his grasp.

The act got Blacksad to smile. "Yeah, I might be able to get a few good hits in, but that doesn't mean I can take them any easier. It's not like I've stopped feeling pain or anything."

"Oh," Weekly's eyes lit up upon hearing that, "maybe that's something I can help with!"

The mustelid's response wasn't exactly what Blacksad had anticipated, but it absolutely seemed like the kind of thing the photographer would say. Nevertheless, he hoisted his friend by the collar of that bomber jacket, putting him at eye level with the other man. "I'm gonna ask that you don't."

Weekly merely grinned as wide as he could in complete cheek. "Duly noted," he snarked, being let down by the housecat after a sigh, removing his jacket and hanging it beside the much larger trench coat.

As much as the weasel managed to press his buttons, he didn't have it in him to be annoyed at the shorter man like other people tended to be; there was an inherent cuteness about the younger man that only he appeared to notice. It was upon looking at his friend, though, that he noticed a peculiarity that he couldn't properly answer. "You know, I find it rather odd that you put on a shirt meant to exercise in after you exercise," he arched a curious brow. "Feels like it defeats the purpose."

"I only have the one pair. I don't wanna ruin it by sweating through it," Weekly shrugged.

The strange confession elicited a hearty chuckle from Blacksad. "So get another pair then. It's not difficult to figure out."

"Eh, there's too many other things I gotta worry about first. I don't have a whole lotta money left over for stuff like shopping." In spite of what his body currently looked like, Weekly genuinely didn't have a whole lot of cash for much beyond rent and food, and his grocery bill only grew with every passing week. It was about the only downside he could think of concerning his swelling heft.

"Well, you got your camera, right?" Blacksad shot the mustelid a knowing look. "Maybe some people wouldn't mind paying a price for a photo of a weasel who's taken some pretty good care of himself lately."

"Ah, that might be a bit of a problem considering I'd need to buy a timer to make something like that happen." All of a sudden Weekly was hit with inspiration, his mind awash with possibility. "But maybe if I got a mirror at the right height..."

Blacksad looked down at his friend, knowing right away what the shorter man was imagining. "Trust me, Weekly, there's always something someone will pay for, be it watching another person play sports, food that they aren't skilled enough to make at home, or pictures of a pint-sized powerhouse who gets bigger with every passing day."

"Oh, you flatterer, you!" Weekly gazed up at the beefcake tuxedo cat, a wry smirk on his face as he traced a finger down the middle of that stretched button-down shirt, catching every hole made from being unable to contain all that black-furred beef. "But please, keep going. I enjoy hearing people compliment me."

"That's the power of taking care of yourself. You start treating yourself right and people trip over themselves to tell you how much they like what they see. How do you think all those celebrities got where they are now?" The way the weasel fawned over Blacksad's body was proof positive that his words were true. Seeing the shorter man admire the hard work he'd put into sculpting his physique had him start to blush as he rubbed the back of his thicker neck, only to stop when he heard a tear sound out. His eyes looked for the source, immediately happening upon a rip formed along the split peaks of his bicep. "Aw fuck, I liked this shirt. I always thought I looked good in it."

"I think you look good in everything you wear." The sound of the feline's shirt shredded apart barely fazed Weekly, who felt more compelled to marvel at the detective's toned core.

That prompted Blacksad to lift his friend's chin up to see him. "I see you're starting with the flattery now," he warmly smiled.

Weekly returned a grin of his own. "What can I say? You have me enchanted." Wanting to emphasize his words, he gently grabbed a hold of the taller man's pecs, his fingers gradually trailing down them.

"I suppose a closer look is in order then." With a speed that belied his size, Blacksad wrapped a hand around the shortstack, pulling the photographer in close and feeling that snout press along the crevice between his pecs.

"Ah!" Weekly gasped, abruptly finding himself squished against the other man's beef. His breathing grew erratic as his fingers toured the muscles they found purchase on.

Blacksad delighted in the flustered visage of the weasel. "Hey, I'm only giving you what you wanted."

"S-So you are." Not only did the feeling of strength emanating from the cat's body further enticed Weekly along, but also an unmistakably masculine scent wafting from the button hole in front of his nose. They'd both noticed their natural aromas heighten as a result of their workouts, the musk inviting a closer look when noticed. It was during his appreciation for his friend's form that he realized something pressing against his torso - something solid, but moveable, and he instantly recognized what it was. "Seems like you want this too."

"I never said I didn't!" Blacksad chuckled. While he didn't have an issue with the other man getting closer to him, letting it happen by his front door provided far less room to do so than what he'd prefer, not to mention the height disparity made things a tad awkward. "I think we oughta move somewhere a bit more comfortable for this."

Before Weekly had a chance to ask where, he felt himself being hoisted off his feet, being slung over the housecat's shoulder much like the strap of a satchel. His world momentarily grew twice as tall as the private investigator wandered through the apartment, feeling himself eventually be unceremoniously plopped onto his friend's soft bed. "You know I got legs, right?"

"Mine are longer," Blacksad said, bending down in front of the mustelid. "Though I can't help but notice that you didn't seem to hate that at all." Emphasizing his point, he directed the other man's gaze down to view the throbbing tent in those slacks.

A crimson blush took over Weekly's face, a goofy grin curling the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it was pretty hot."

Blacksad watched the encased dong wriggle in the fabric as he traced his finger up the weasel's brawny leg, further eliciting a huff of approval from the shorter man. He slowed his movement the closer he got to the mustelid's crotch, not needing to look up to see the photographer squirm. Getting bigger had a rising effect on their sensitivity that the pair of them liked to exploit on one another.

Weekly continued to be red in the face as the other man's hand neared his basket, reaching forward to undo the fly of his pants. That lessened the pressure within, causing his turgid hog to occupy the free space, his precum staining his boxers. His nostrils flared when he felt the detective's hand caress his shaft along the fabric. "Y-You've got a delicate touch for a big guy."

"I've had quite a bit of practice" Blacksad continued on with undressing the shorter man, pulling the waistband of those undergarments down to liberate the weasel's pole and exposing it to the air. He continued until he managed to yank the band down below the other man's balls.

Weekly gasped when he felt the elastic thrum against his orbs, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure rocketing through his nervous system. "God, I'm leaking so hard already."

While Blacksad noticed that and would normally attend to it, he instead decided to keep going, running his hands along the mustelid's thighs until he reached the photographer's ample cheeks and pulled them out of those slacks. The process of removing the pants was a relatively painless one even if the weasel's bulk filled it out more than it used to. That left the shorter man in his grasp.

Weekly's nerves felt electric with arousal as he let the feline manhandle his rear, though his eyes went wide when he once again felt the ground escape him. The sensation persisted until he felt himself once again pressing against the cat's torso, only with his lips locked in an embrace. He melted into the kiss, his eyes closing as the ecstasy of feeling the detective's tongue wrestle with his coursed through his veins. In that moment he felt complete.

The kiss felt just as good for Blacksad, who wrapped his arms around the mustelid's stout body. He kept it up until his own endowment pulsed from arousal. "Shall we get your top off next?"

Weekly was about to emphatically agree, though another idea popped into his head first. "How about I help you outta your clothes as well?"

"That was the plan from the start." With that, Blacksad gently tossed his friend onto the bed, waiting for the shorter man to sit up before moving in closer. "So, you ready--"

"No, no, no," Weekly patted the mattress, "come here on the bed."

Blacksad saw no reason to object. With a shrug he took the spot beside the weasel, though found himself being pushed backwards. "What are you up to?" He chuckled.

"Makes it easier for me," Weekly giggled. Like the feline did before, he let his fingers daintily advance up his friend's swollen legs, hearing the taller man struggle to maintain composure. It put a wry smile on his face when he made it to the housecat's package and saw the outline of that schlong writhe beneath two layers of fabric. That prompted him to undo all fasteners and free the pillar like his had been. "Man, this thing seems bigger than it was before!"

"I think it honestly is," Blacksad mused. "I couldn't tell you why, though."

"Hey, I'm not complaining!" Weekly's grin stretched from ear-to-ear. He did the same as the cat did to him and pulled those pants down, uncovering a pair of densely-packed black-furred legs that tensed from the constant contact provided. "It's almost like it wants to match the rest of you." Fully intent on provoking the detective's libido, he focused his efforts onto one of the taller man's quads, hands firmly gripping onto the bloated muscle group, feeling it flex twice its size.

Blacksad's breathing grew laboured the more the photographer worked his thigh. "I'm not opposed to that." While he enjoyed the ministrations given, he still aimed to relieve the two of them of their clothing. He spied an opportunity to do so while his lover was distracted, swiping the flat cap from that red-furred head and placing it on the end of his tumescent spire.

"Hey!" Weekly instantaneously grabbed his hat back, inspecting it for any pre stains, though finding none.

"You seemed a bit distracted, so I thought I'd bring you back on track," Blacksad said, hooking a finger through one of the straps on the weasel's tank top. That brought the shorter man closer to allow for a fuller grasp of the top, gingerly yanking it off and giving him an uninhibited view of the mustelid. The other man had a naturally long neck, though more and more of it got swallowed up by a pair of burgeoning traps that gradually grew larger the more time was spent working out. Other people might think it looked odd, but he couldn't be any more smitten.

That left Weekly entirely in the buff, though he wasn't about to be alone in that regard. "I think it's only fair that I do the same for you." Starting from the bottom he unhooked each button, the two sides of the dress shirt parting as the tension keeping them together abruptly dissipated. He continued all the way up, though slowed as he neared the feline's chest, giving him the chance to admire them while he worked. Eventually he undid the top button and watched the feline remove the garment entirely. People normally had to pay for a sight like that, and he got it for free.

"I know that look," Blacksad chuckled. "Like what you see?" He lifted his arms above his head, deliberately showing off his muscular physique. What used to be an athletic chest had become so much more, sumptuous pectorals that jutted out from his torso, heavy with bulk that warped whatever top he tried to wear. Those were coupled with arms that looked powerful enough to tear a door off its hinges, though thankfully he hadn't accidentally done that to himself. Yet.

"Hell yeah, I do!" Weekly crawled along the cat's trunk, his own heft squeezing against the private investigator's as he clambered until their faces met. A coquettish grin spread across his handsome face. "I've been really finding out how much I like being in this position," he blushed as he felt the other man's hands wrap around his sculpted body. It coaxed a laugh out of him. "I, uh, kinda wish I had a bed like this."

Blacksad laughed in response. "That might be a bit hard to come by. It'd be best to savour this while you have it." As if to punctuate his point, he began kneading the weasel's rear end, eliciting a needy huff coming from the shorter man.

Weekly could only wriggle in the grip of the detective, his face scrunching up as the pleasure brought upon by his ass being played with heightened his arousal for the housecat. "I do. Seeing you is honestly becoming the best part of my day."

"Oh, Weekly!" The feelings expressed by the diminutive photographer had Blacksad's heart nearly melt. "I'd be lying if I said the feeling wasn't mutual." Hearing the mustelid's affirmation got him feeling handsier, putting more effort into fondling his lover's ample cheeks. The shorter man cultivated quite the pair for having only started exercising recently.

The sensations only grew stronger, with Weekly curling up against the feline's chest, his nose crinkling as it dug into one of those furry pecs. He'd gotten assaulted by pleasure on all fronts, his mind racing to process it all. It got him grinding against the detective as translucent preseed leaked out from his cock.

Things seemed to be progressing rather quickly in Blacksad's mind, to the point he stopped his motions and instead held the weasel above his body. "Let's switch things up a bit." Without so much as a warning he flipped the pair of them over, now stooped over the mustelid with a fairly predatory grin twisting his face. "Time for your weekly tongue bath."

"Ah!" Weekly gasped, his body immediately inundated with euphoric bliss inflicted by the cat's tongue. He moaned aloud as he felt it lash against his beef, his abs tightening into a flex as the appendage trailed up them. His body stood no match for such a simple, yet effective, act.

Blacksad continued with his oral onslaught, tracing each individual ab as the mustelid's core stiffened with tension, fully showing off the bricks that made up the shorter man's trunk. He felt the photographer shiver in his grasp. His lapping moved upward, grazing along the outline of those swollen pectorals as he took in the sheer thickness of the other man's chest. He made sure to pay special attention to the fat nipples that capped them off.

Feeling his nubs be teased by both the housecat's tongue and teeth had Weekly positively writhe in pleasure. He let loose another moan, his chest flexing as a result of the detective's calculated contact, smashing his pecs together as the sweat-matted fur between them only grew moreso. The cat was an absolute bastard of a lover with how proficient he was at triggering his erogenous zones.

Knowing his actions made the mustelid squirm only spurred Blacksad on stronger, lashing across the tensing pectorals and tasting the musky sweat for himself. Both the flavour and smell hit him particularly hard, enjoying the natural essence of the photographer. His tonguing continued as he moved onto one of the other man's arms, feeling it swell to flexion upon arrival. Knowing he pushed his lover's buttons was a point of pride to him.

Weekly was beset by the feline's tongue, his split-peak bicep tensing upon contact, thickening to near double its size as he felt it be licked. Broad strokes worked over the muscle, tracing the ridge where it connected with the others as it meandered over to his tricep. It couldn't get enough of the muscle that grew bigger than his arm initially was. With every increase in size, the feline grew more insatiable in savouring it all, and he wasn't about to make it stop.

The sensation was pleasurable for Blacksad as well, humming in delight as he tasted the broad tri that his lover sported. He groaned in bliss, the tensing muscle group thrilling him to his core as he ensured not a single spot of it remained dry. He then did the same to the other arm which further enticed the weasel. The other man's swelling heft caused him to slow down in his adoration, actually being significantly faster when the photographer was smaller but wanted to enjoy the sensation as there was more to revel in. It wasn't like the mustelid minded at all.

Weekly snorted as a jolt of ecstasy shot through him and pummeled the pleasure centre of his brain. The cat was far too experienced at this for him to handle, often losing himself before the act was even over. Frenzied tonguing only grew stronger as the days passed, coinciding with his added bulk that became even more sensitive the more of it there was. It was exactly what he wanted and he couldn't wait to get more.

Blacksad had grown to be quite the expert in the weasel's anatomy, efficiently running his tongue along all sides of the other man's limbs so that no square inch remained unlicked. That brought him up to his lover's cannonball-like delt, delicately letting his nose in on the action as he roamed up a thick trapezius. The sensation brought out another whimper from the shorter man, though getting muffled when he planted another quick kiss on those lips.

The erotic stimulation had Weekly's libido on overdrive, the housecat's ability to get him hot under the collar being second-to-none. The embrace had his cock drooling like a leaky faucet even though it only lasted for a moment. He then felt the feline dip lower along his body, that muzzle travelling down his torso and giving him a bolt of fervent desire as his larger spire also felt a quick graze of the other man's teeth.

Salty pre coated Blacksad's tongue as he lapped from the base of that turgid member to the tip, coaxing more of the fluid to ooze out and dribble down the throbbing length. He then moved lower, past the lemons the weasel called balls, to the thighs on either side of them. His lascivious aggression could recommence.

That was the thing that really got Weekly weak in the knees. His eyes bulged out wide as saucers as he felt the detective lash along his swollen thigh, feeling it uncontrollably flex when contact was made. While still the biggest muscle groups on his body, his arms were making up some serious ground in that department, inching their measurements further with each session in the iron pit. His gains were incredible and he couldn't believe how easy it'd all been. So much pain and stress in his job could've been avoided had he grown the way he did much earlier on in his life, but all that honestly didn't matter to him when he got the chance to do so with the housecat currently treating him like royalty. Having the taller man around made the wait worth it.

Blacksad could see the mustelid really start to struggle the longer the worshiping persisted, a playful grin adorning his face as he noticed those hips begin to buck into the air. More and more precum drooled from the head of the photographer's dick, coating the throbbing length before running along his fattened testosterone factories to the bedsheets below them. He didn't mind that too much as they could be washed whenever, which allowed him to focus on the task at hand - getting his lover to blow. It was obvious the mustelid couldn't hold it in much longer, and he aimed to induce an eruption.

Weekly became a mess of emotions the more the feline assaulted his legs with the tongue of a master. Not even hands were involved, which made the feat all the more impressive. Every nook and cranny was worked over, leaving him a panting wreck as his eyes screwed shut by the overwhelming pleasure. The addition of huffs of breath forced upon his tensing quads only boosted the experience, edging him ever closer to the peak of climax before shooting right past it entirely. It took him barely any time after that to finally blow.

With his balls pulling up to his pelvis, his cumpipe bulged before geysering off several sticky ropes of fresh spunk, white and hot, spilling back down on his trunk as he fired one shot after another. It was everything he'd hoped it'd have been, and what had to have been the first time he'd creamed himself without any personal input. "Look ma, no hands," he wearily chuckled.

"Gotta say, I'm rather impressed. You blew quite the load for someone of your size." All that was said in complete sincerity, with Blacksad grinning at the sweaty mustelid.

"Hey now, I'm not the little man you knew a few weeks ago!" Weekly proudly beamed.

Blacksad chuckled. "That you're not," he regarded the photographer, panting from his deliberate ministrations. "How are you feeling?"

It took Weekly a hot minute to compose himself before determining that, noticing that his afterglow didn't hit him quite as hard as what it normally did. "Actually not too bad. Wonder if that's also a side effect of the size."

"That would be something we oughta test at some point," Blacksad mused. He then let his hands wander along his lover's size like he'd done quite a bit since first getting intimate, enjoying the way the shorter man squirmed from his touch. It was then that he noticed the weasel's flagging erection abruptly rise back to full mast, catching him completely off-guard, though getting him to arch a brow in suspicion. "Say, do you feel like going another round already?"

"Hmm?" Weekly didn't know what the housecat was getting at, only to realize when his sense of self came back a bit and felt his endowment throb to life once more. The fact astonished him. "Yeah, I guess I am. Neat!" He couldn't believe his downtime had shrunk so dramatically, but he wasn't about to complain. The thought excited him as he'd often wanted to enjoy himself for an extended period of time, but could only last so long before he blew his load and had to wait again. Now he might be able to pleasure himself whenever he wanted to.

And that gave Blacksad an idea. "You know what, I think you're ready for the next level."

"That being?"

"Something a bit more intimate," his own libido rising, Blacksad reached underneath the photographer, fondling those dimpled cheeks to illustrate his thought.

Weekly froze in place, immediately understanding what the feline was getting at. "John, I've, uh, never done anything like that before," his nose crinkled in apprehension. "I dunno if I'm ready for it."

"Hey, you've got nothing to worry about! You're with me, I'm not gonna hurt you," Blacksad said before shifting his hands over to meet the mustelid's. He looked the other man dead in the eye, warmth emanating from his. "Do you trust me?"

In spite of his initial trepidation, Weekly couldn't stop himself from gradually nodding. "Yeah, I-I do," he stated with a gulp. That was all the cat was waiting for as he saw the taller man bend over and bring their muzzles close together. His face grew flush when their lips pressed against the other set, ardent need surging through both of them and fueling their shared arousal. All of his apprehension melted away on the spot.

Blacksad could intuitively tell that the weasel had grown willing to try as evidenced by the way he didn't feel any resistance when caressing the other man's lower half. In fact, his lover seemed to encourage it. "Let's get started then."

Weekly felt his libido whirl up inside him from the tender kiss he was given, his attraction to the feline growing with every moment spent together, every affectionate touch, every sweet nothing whispered into his ear. It wasn't something he'd gotten the chance to experience before. He loved being wanted.

Blacksad hummed to himself as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled open the top drawer, grabbing a tube that he appeared to seldom use. He unscrewed the top and tilted the opening towards his free hand, squeezing a glob of lube that he then used to coat his fingers. "I'd brace myself, if I were you. This stuff can feel a bit cold if you're not used to it," he said, eyeing the diminutive photographer.

As this was Weekly's first time going beyond oral sex, his expectations were nonexistent and, as such, had no idea what was coming for him. "What do you me-AH, FUCKING HELL!" His body tensed in the instant the detective's fingers reached his pucker - his teeth clenched shut, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his toes curled as far as they could go, and his own fingers clutched the bedsheets for dear life. Even with the warning he still felt wholly unprepared for what that ended up being.

"Hey, I _did_warn you," Blacksad snickered at the mustelid's reaction, thinking of how he made the same expression during his first time. Gently he circled around the delicate ring of muscle, attempting to acclimatize the shorter man to the cold sensation of the gel before pushing a single finger in, slowly working his way to the first knuckle. He then made it to the second before getting the entire thing in there. The process was then repeated with a second finger, and then a third when he felt the other man was ready for it. Not sensing any more struggling, he felt it time to move on.

Before anything else could happen, he had to ensure that his cock was properly smeared with lube, wanting to guarantee the experience for the weasel would be as pleasurable as possible. Once satisfied, he slowly brought his girthy schlong closer to the photographer's awaiting hole, noting it wink in anticipation of being stuffed. It seemed like his lover wanted it more than expected.

Waiting had to be the worst part for Weekly, whose body lit up from the stimulation provided from his hole being played with. A grunt rumbled from his throat as the other man's prick contacted his anus. The dollops of pre dribbling from the tip added extra lubrication to what was already there, supplying even more grease to the area. He lay there with his thick ass cheeks pulled apart, breathing strained as he felt the solid mass of cockflesh finally penetrate him. That ignited his soul in a fiery inferno of desire the likes of which he'd never felt before.

Surprisingly to him, the mustelid was taking Blacksad's pole like a champ, able to slide it in relatively easily considering his lover's lack of experience. He could immediately see the effects it was having on the shorter man, the shortstack's musculature bouncing between tensed and relaxed with every new second.

Gingerly he pushed in, trying his best not to force himself too much. The mustelid's asshole was tight, though not as tight as he anticipated, and it had him wondering if the added size had anything to do with it. Their genitals certainly benefited from the growth, so there was a chance in the end.

The sensation of having his anal cavity stuffed for the first time in his life had Weekly on cloud nine, not foreseeing the act being so euphoric. Every nerve in his lower half had gone haywire as the housecat's throbbing shaft penetrated deep inside him, deeper than he thought was possible. He'd thought about trying toys in the past, but always chickened out as he just could never build up the courage to make the purchase. They might not compare to the real thing at this point.

He gritted his teeth as he accepted more and more of the feline's length, swallowing it all like he could do with his mouth. It felt alien to him, yet excited him far more than most things were able to. Eventually he felt the detective's pelvis brush up against his muscled rear. He'd done it - he took in everything his partner had to offer.

Just the knowledge alone that the shorter man could handle his fat hog without trouble jolted Blacksad hard. The sensation had him panting up a storm as his pillar grew inundated with ecstasy from the weasel's inner walls clenching down on it. It got him to snarl for half a second as his lover's rear entrance almost didn't let go, though his practiced sexual background intuitively got the other man to understand how the act worked.

The next buck of his hips was effortless in comparison to fitting himself into the shortstack to start with, thoroughly loving the way his dick was being massaged by that canal. Translucent preseed continued to spill from his rod, coating the musky bowels around it and letting it glide along without problem. The mustelid was a born natural, and it made him wonder how this hadn't been tried with another person until now. It had to have been the smell.

Faster and faster his pace grew, quickening as the photographer loosened up and accepted him without question. His breathing heightened in conjunction. He couldn't figure out what to do with his hands, first gripping onto the other man's rippling thighs before moving along them and feeling the trembling form of the weasel underneath him. His lover's flustered visage left an otherwise masculine-looking man appear rather cute.

Weekly felt like he was doing pretty damn good for his first time, though most of his actions while being pounded had been reactionary in nature and completely involuntary. That didn't matter to him as he grew more confident with every second that ticked on. He huffed in approval of the cat scrambling his insides, happy he could take his lover to hilt without so much as a hint of pain involved. Sure, he needed the feline to go slow to start to get used to the tremendous size he'd be taking up the chute, but once that hurdle was cleared it was all smooth sailing.

That was when he really started enjoying it. He'd loosened up quite a bit since first being penetrated, a grin of wanton lust contorting his face. Having the housecat work over his body helped with the process as well, loving the way those large hands moved across his brawny frame. The manhandling he received got him to whimper in delight, gentle yet firm, gripping onto his impressive beef that he worked so hard to achieve.

Having his physique be groped brought the rest of the detective along for the ride, feeling the looming presence of the cat begin to hunker over him as his ass continued to get reamed. Excitement swelled within him as he felt his lover's heavy body encroach on his personal space, though did everything he could to let it happen. Not even the one-on-one time he got with a burlesque dancer a few months back made him this happy!

Blacksad's grip of the weasel below him grew more unshakable the hornier he got, though he relished in the fact that his actions were being reciprocated. While smaller than his own, the mustelid's hands had no difficulty in caressing his bloated bulk, fingers zealously tracing around his beef and only getting more passionate the more their combined arousal assaulted their senses.

The pleasure emanating from their connection had him reeling in bliss. While he adored feeling up the delicious muscle mass the shorter man had, his urges began to take over, the pressure in his taint rising close to the point of no return. It had him practically enveloping the photographer in his own musculature, overwhelming his lover with the full weight of his torso. He had a clue the weasel would like being in that position.

Being subjected to the sumptuous physique of the private investigator had Weekly moaning in absolute euphoria. Having the cat's prodigious pecs smother his face allowed the other man's intoxicating scent to fill his nostrils, imprinting the aroma on his brain and making him crave more. His tongue uncontrollably lapped at the feline's musky fur, contouring around the densely-packed beef. Heaven couldn't compare to this.

The larger man's jackhammering really started taking effect as his body was now assailed at all ends, both the feeling of his prostate being flattened and the heady smell of his lover activating his brain in a way that he didn't know was possible. Even his hands grasping onto the housecat's winglike lats proved to be effective in making him squirm.

But the feeling wouldn't last long. As his asshole got stretched more than it ever had before, so too did his libido skyrocket, orgasm on the horizon. His eyes went half-lidded as he attempted to maintain some semblance of composure, unable to do so as his arousal became too much to ignore. Sexual inexperience finally caught up to him.

With a weak moan brought upon by his nerves fried from pleasure, he no longer had the will to hold his load back and simply let his floodgates burst wide open, erupting for the second time in less than an hour. His cock fired off fertile spunk that splattered all over the cat's torso before dripping onto him. The pair of them grew painted in the pearlescent white of his cum, his balls providing plenty to jettison as if they hadn't emptied once that day already. Going to the gym was genuinely one of the best things to happen to him and it baffled him that he didn't know that all this was wholly attainable.

Not expecting the weasel to blast ropes of seed so soon, Blacksad groaned as he felt his resolve fade as he took in the sexual high achieved by his lover. His breathing grew laboured, his pace slowing to a crawl as his testosterone factories ached with need. Not once had sex felt this good, and he knew from that point on that there was no one else he'd rather do it with now than the adorable musclebound pervert he'd drilled into this last little while.

In spite of the strength latent in a size of his magnitude, he couldn't hold on much longer. His hips couldn't speed up if he wanted them to. The imminent explosion of his schlong had his chest heaving from anticipation, eventually inciting him to slam his crotch against the dimpled glutes of the photographer and let loose a flood the shorter man hadn't encountered before.

A mighty roar signaled the start of his cum tanks expelling the jizz they'd labouriously produced, his dam collapsing as the surge of spunk barreled into the awaiting cavity of the mustelid. White, hot seed gushed into the other man's guts, inundating his lover with what normally would've been a week's worth of catbatter, maybe even more. His orbs definitely took advantage of his growth; he'd never seen another guy sport grapefruits down there before.

Being enveloped by the largest chest in the world on one end and stuffed to the brim by a massive log of feline fuckflesh in the other had Weekly in a state of constant ecstasy that left him powerless to do anything else than just lay there and indulge in the other man taking care of his needs.

He couldn't be sure how much time had passed since they first started fucking. All he focused on was how good the feline made him feel, adoring the feeling of satisfaction that being pistoned into brought. It made him wonder if he'd have thought the same thing if having done it with anyone else, immediately realizing that no one else had a connection with him that the two of them possessed.

Blacksad was a hot mess by the time all was said and done, heavily panting as he slumped forward onto his bed. That had to have been the best lay he'd ever had in his life, far surpassing that of people whose job literally revolved around the act. The weasel was a natural-born stud.

It took him several moments after that but his brain eventually registered that he wasn't the only person on the bed, instantly jumping from his position and letting the photographer get some fresh air. "Sorry about that!" He chuckled through a wheeze.

"Don't be," Weekly weakly blurted out. "That was great. You were great!"

"It takes two to tango, don't forget." The sight of his chest rising and falling with every breath was all Blacksad could focus on as exhaustion prevented him from doing much else. It took him everything he had in him to roll onto his side and face the mustelid, noting the dopey grin that his lust-drunk lover sported. "You did a stellar job for your first time."

That got Weekly to chuckle. "I feel like I did nothing, but I'll take it!" Mustering up whatever strength he had at the moment, he pushed himself onto his arm to match the feline's posture, his face lighting up when seeing the handsome visage of his lover.

Not a word was shared after that as they instinctively brought their faces closer to one another, moving their muzzles nearer and nearer until they shared a breathy kiss, one punctuated with intense affection for each other that they showed in spades. Their tongues danced with one another as if choreographed. Energy that seemed to have vanished from exertion suddenly returned when they made out, fueling their need to squish their bodies as close to the other as they possibly could. This being a regular activity the both of them could do on a daily basis thrilled them to bits.

Some time had passed before the embrace was broken, with Weekly sharing a glance with the housecat before nuzzling into that black-furred neck, his nose lightly digging into the musky fur of the other man's trap. "I really liked that."

"I can tell," Blacksad chuckled. "I already feel you poking me in the abs again."

Weekly giggled at the realization. "Ah, what can I say? You just bring out the beast in me! I've never felt so compatible with someone before."

Blacksad rumbled his approval in his chest. "Likewise."