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"Dude, your, uh. Your junk's hanging out. Um. Again."

"Huh?" Caleb blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He started to look down at his crotch, but was interrupted by an enormous yawn that pushed his head back and bragged a pair of eight-inch ivory fangs bracketing the famously broad gape of an anthropomorphic tiger's maw. He shuffled forward, heedless of the way his half-flaccid member, clearly still recovering from a case of morning wood, swung from the pouch of his boxers.

"Your uh... never mind. I made some extra breakfast, if you want it."

"Naw, man. I had a huge meal last night. Thanks, though." He slapped a hefty paw on his roommate's back in appreciation, then despite his words, dumped a heaping serving of a breakfast hash into a bowl and sat down heavily at their kitchen table to begin engulfing it.

"Late night?" Snow asked.

"Rrrrmmph," Caleb grunted through a nod. His bulk made the chair creak under his weight - a new development as of Thursday. This whole week, Snow had been wrestling with the increasingly indisputable observation that his roommate, despite being well past his teenage years, was going through a growth spurt. Caleb hadn't exactly started small, either - when they'd met, Caleb had towered over Snow with a massive six feet, four inches of lean, hard muscle. Today, Friday, Caleb was an un-subtle four inches taller. His boxers looked like they bit into his waistline and hugged his thighs like compression shorts. His shoulders bulged outwards as his body hunched more than usual to rest his elbows on the table while he ate.

Snow suppressed a disappointed sigh. For weeks, Caleb had been growing more distant. It was nothing rude or cold. It was small things - not saying where he was going; not asking whether Snow wanted to come along; these tired grunts instead of chatty answers. Nothing you'd demand out of a roommate or friend, and so nothing Snow felt he could complain about, but given how gregarious a person Caleb was and had been the whole time they'd cohabitated, Snow couldn't help but feel a little snubbed, and a little yearning. It certainly didn't hurt that Caleb was hot as hell, to the point Snow often had to hide his arousal around the big cat.

For his part, Snow was also a sizable guy. He just looked small around the sabertooth. Snow was a panda and a wrestler for their college team with a V-shaped upper body and powerful thighs to match. Moving into summer, his power-lifter gut that grew out every winter was receding inwards towards the tight-packed torso that would make him the envy of every beach bod. A genetic quirk made his paw pads, nipples, and tongue a deep, oceanic shade of blue and an unruly cowlick gave him easy brand recognition wherever he went.

There was nothing else to be gained from this interaction, he could tell. But, he was simply too curious. He could no longer abide this strange distancing of Caleb from himself, especially not alongside the mystery of these growth spurts. At the very least, he knew where Caleb had been heading every night this week, because he kept shedding swag from the place when he stumbled in early in the morning.

Besides, there wasn't much else to do. Exams had ended recently, so they both had truly overwhelming amounts of free time. For Snow, that typically meant lounging intensely. Lounging on the couch, lounging at cafes, lounging at bars, lounging in bed, lounging in the student lounges. It was a point of pride that he had covered a substantial fraction of the surface area of campus over the course of a great many naps these past years. Caleb teased him constantly about it, especially as active as the big tiger was with student clubs and the football team, but Snow insisted his relaxed demeanor was in and of itself an important hobby well worth the hours he spent on it.

It was therefore a huge break in character for Snow to execute this "plan," such as it was, to depart a few minutes after his roommate and investigate exactly what it was Caleb was up to at The Diamond Dinin' Inn 'n Gulf. The Gulf was an exotic dance club known for its niche clientele and unique architecture: as the geographical nature of the name implied, the entrance opened into a large main room with tables and chairs for diners. Along the back wall were three sets of broad, navy, floor-to-ceiling curtains with fully stocked bars between them. Servers moved smoothly in and out of the curtains, delivering drinks and appetizers to guests behind them. There was directional flow to both the servers and the guests, suggesting a sort of "current" as patrons and employees moved from the "ocean" of the main room into the "gulfs" behind the curtains. It was understood that risqué acts took place on the obscured stages, but the main floor was packed with all manner of patrons, because regardless of what happened in the Gulfs, the food at DDInG was always top quality.

The big panda bear pushed himself into the ebb and flow of patrons while making it clear to the front of house he was heading for the back. It wasn't too hard to ask a few of them if they had seen a saber-toothed tiger friend of his ("big guy, big smile - I'm supposed to meet him here") and get pointed to the set of curtains on the left side. An attendant asked if he intended to participate and when Snow cautiously, bemusedly answered in the affirmative, the little mink gave him a knowing smirk and snapped a tight-fitting bracelet around his wrist with the firm, smiling warning, "Don't take it off until the show's over. Last thing we want is a newbie getting audited."

With no idea what that could mean, Snow allowed himself to be shown through the multiple layers of thick, sound-absorbing curtains. As he went, the brighter, more easily digestible sounds of pop music faded behind him to be replaced by the deep, bass thumping of proper club techno. His eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim, laser-speckled lighting when he was at last led into the Gulf. It was, true to its name, a relatively "shallow" room, back to front. Under black lights, his bracelet shone a bright neon purple and he noticed quickly that all the servers entering or exiting the room were equipped with identical ones. There was room for around fifty patrons, many of whom were packed up close against the low stage that dominated the Gulf. A few were in clusters, unabashedly grinding on one another. The scents in the room were...very different from what Snow was used to in clubs. He was used to smelling musk and sweat and sex. Here, there was something else under it all. He felt the room brighten the longer he stayed in it as adrenaline opened his pupils wide. He saw fangs flashing and claws out, smelled fear sweat, and heard snarls that weren't the same as those used for claiming a mate. Despite all that, everyone seemed to be having a good time, so he shrugged it off and checked out the stage.

On either side of the stage were two moderately lit "pole cats" - well, a pair of male pine martens in shimmering purple jock straps and nothing else, showing off their sublime flexibility on dancers' poles - and between them was a hulking figure wearing a stark black harness held together by a central ring. The ring was as thick as Snow's thumb and shimmering with violet light that was more than metallic. Below that was an obscenely bulging jock laced together as though to hold back its powerful contents, and towering over it all was a pair of gleaming, ivory fangs that could only belong to the proud, beaming, predatory smile of one man.

"Caleb," Snow mouthed as an oiled up panther prowled onto stage with his roommate and the music shifted to a more aggressive, commanding beat. He'd thought at most, he might see Caleb in the crowd, or maybe working as a waiter to get tips for being eye candy. What under the skies was he doing on stage? How had he been recruited? And how long had this been going on to make Caleb such a... Snow licked his lips, finding his mouth dry. His friend was a natural.

As he watched, Caleb's body rolled with the rippling power of an apex predator. That simple undulation shoved his partner across the stage several steps. That partner was a bulky bodybuilder of a panther who, despite his imposing size, was fully a head shorter than Caleb. He seemed ready for the aggressive motions... ish. He moved lightly and orbited the bigger cat like a moon. Both had had their fur lightly oiled so they shimmered under the laser lights and spotlights that spun languidly around their display. Caleb swayed his hips near, against, between the panther's ass cheeks, bulge unabashed, and their two waists matched tempo and rhythm in roiling circles. Back to front, the saber-tooth appeared to engulf the panther, thighs to waist to chest. Meaty biceps and shoulders fully hid the panther's in profile. A quick dip of his hips beneath the panther's ass and looping of one arm around his hips, and he fully lifted his partner off the stage a few inches to deposit him smoothly, so they could go back to independently striking poses and stroking assets. It was fascinating in some ways from a technical standpoint alone: They had clearly practiced a few moves they were able to cue to one another, like those tandem gyrations, but segueing from one to the next was as improvised as, well, a dance. It was brazen exhibition and it was sex without the sex and it was captivating.

After a minute of the performance, Snow rubbed his eyes and blinked them back open. Once more, the two of them had parted, but now, Caleb seemed to crowd the stage. How had... the panther leaned in to suck Caleb's nipple, but had to stand on tip toes to do so. While they matched tempo again, he rasped that pink tongue over to the other nipple and Caleb gripped the back of his skull. The saber pushed downward, urging his partner lower, and as he did, the panther barely had to kneel. It was obvious by now that Caleb outsized everyone in the room and the difference between the two on stage was only increasing. The panther now looked lithe, sinewy, gracile. He was a twink, is what he was, and he had started the dance as a well-muscled slab of feline beef. Caleb's vertical pupils had grown particularly wide while he rolled his groin against the panther's face. There was barely restrained hunger there. Caleb was feeding on the other man's size somehow.

Snow found himself panting, and more than that, the entire left side of his thigh was hot and tight with his arousal. He'd never seen anything like this. Heard of it, sure, read about it, sure, but this stuff, like biomancy shit? That had been seen as dark magic for a long time, and totally forbidden for years, ever since a tragedy out west some time back. It wasn't even supposed to be possible, and yet here Snow was, licking his lips with that vibrant blue tongue, imagining himself up against that growing, throbbing, glistening chest, and then down against that obscenely stretched bulge, licking it, worshipping it the way the panther was. His mind writhed against itself as it worked through the shock but couldn't ignore the heat and his throbbing pulse.

At last, a low roar rippled through the room. The crowd quieted and the DJ took a cue to soften the music along with it. Caleb towered over his dance partner. It made the panther look like a racehorse jockey instead of the linebacker-sized man he had been. Caleb, easily over eight feet tall from having fed on his dancing partner, growled into a subtly placed mic behind his jaw, "That's enough, kitten. Time to give the people what they want to see."

Snow realized he was slack-jawed in inverse proportion to what was happening in his pants, though there was more than a drop of drool in both places. He watched in astonishment as the panther dutifully stripped off his fully nonfunctional briefs to yield a desperate erection. "You worked so hard to build up all that size. But I know they all think it looks better on me," Caleb purred loudly. He struck a pose that flared biceps the size of basketballs. He turned and clenched from his ass up to his lats, making the series of muscles roll in a stunning display of control and power. He flexed his shoulders, making the cable-like sinews of his traps and deltoids ripple in place, then clapped an enormous paw on the panther's back and shot up another inch in size. The crowd cheered. The sounds were ravenous. They were mewls in comparison to the noise that felt like it rose up from out of the floorboards rather than issuing from Caleb's throat.

The panther climbed up Caleb's body like a rock wall, aided by a paw that ensconced his ass and another that smothered his chest and flank. "Get in there where you belong." Caleb growled and gaped his maw open to unfurl his tongue and let the raspy muscle coat the panther's lips, face, entire head, in claiming saliva. With the tiger's aid, the small, black cat gripped the two fangs like a sailor climbing on deck, stepped delicately on Caleb's enormous bulge, and climbed inside Caleb's welcoming jaws.

"N, no," Snow breathed shallowly. He felt a spark in his brain of fervid curiosity while the rest of his mind rejected what was happening. Caleb wouldn't do this. The panther wouldn't do this. No one would just... let themselves be eaten. The very idea made him shiver and squirm where he stood. "There's no, no way... he wouldn't... couldn't..."

Caleb engulfed the panther's entire upper back in one gigantic paw, and with his ass trapped in the other, the smaller cat made a show of squirming. It made his nude, slick body writhe deliciously, and had the added effect of pushing him farther inside Caleb. The sounds of the crowd grew more heated, more needy. More than one couple were brazenly lost in their lust and driving themselves wild with it. Shirts had been torn open, ties hung loose, skirts were tucked up high or torn off as animal instincts surged through them, all outward from that single point on stage. The giant tiger's tongue reached out to catch the panther's throbbing cock as his hips slid up and in. It was all so unhurried, yet so unstoppable, yet so sensual. In a smooth, swift move, Caleb reared his head back and up, and slid his dance partner's rear into his maw, leaving dangling legs that spread wide to either side of his jaws. Suddenly, in a predatory display it wasn't clear was rehearsed or not, Caleb shook his body hard from side to side, loosening the panther's thighs and sliding them the rest of the way down his throat, to the outrageous applause and cheering of those gathered. He gulped hard, slammed his jaws shut like a jailer closing a cell, then grinned around at his onlookers.

"You all want an encore?" he roared. A few of the staff, Snow noticed at the edges of his vision, exchanged worried glances. Was the show supposed to stop here...? Was Caleb about to improvise with the panther stuck inside him?

The crowd screamed in the affirmative.

Caleb snapped his fingers at the DJ and then, with his paws on his distended belly, rotated the shape inside him until the vague, humanoid outline of the much diminished panther was seated, thighs spread, facing out towards Caleb's chest, with the easily noticeable bulge of his groin proudly on display. He began to sway his hips again as he showed off his prize to sounds of shock and enthusiasm.

"Hey, turn his mic back on! Let's hear what he has to say." Loudly overlaid with the music came the muffled moans of the cat, as through water. Caleb rolled his belly and body to the new beat. While he did, it thrust his meal's own body up against his crunching abs, over and over. His paws caressed the outline in his chest to tease over what remained of the panther. Even that was still shrinking. "More," Caleb snarled low. His body swelled up ever closer to the ceiling. The moans over the microphone became more muted, but more desperate, higher pitched, as the panther approached climax. "More." Over nine feet of Caleb towered from the stage while his paws encompassed the shapes of his prey's chest and groin, stroking and pressing against him possessively, encouragingly. His cobbled abdominals began to take commanding precedence over the bulges the panther made, hiding and diminishing his form. Sweat sprayed as members of the audience wrapped around one another, emulating Caleb's predation as well as their limited bodies could and crying out in pleasure and ravenous hunger. Suddenly and at last, Caleb stood stock still while the vague shape in his torso cried out with climax and seized inside him, thrusting through orgasm for all to hear, until the sounds of his voice and the shape of his body faded from observation with a final ripple of abdominal muscle.

"Ahh... always good for there to be more of me," Caleb purred one last time before taking a deep, indulgent bow, making a final turn to flaunt his ten-foot body, and sauntering off stage.

Snow had to consciously unlock each joint in his body. His mouth was dry. Was he gone? Had Caleb really... eaten someone alive? The bear needed to get backstage. He needed to know if he had just watched his friend end someone. The idea gnawed hard at him and yet... his cock hurt where it was trapped against his thigh. He felt a trickle of his own precum on his knee. He screwed up his face in confusion. Had he liked watching that, or had he liked watching Caleb?

"Big fella," came a twangy voice in Snow's ear, carrying in between the treble and bass of the pounding dance music.

"Uh. Uh-huh?" Snow shook his head and snapped out of it.

"Y'ain't gotta gape like that. Friend of yourn?"

Snow shook his head once more to clear it. "Yeah, how did...?" He turned and found himself face to face with a hella jacked jackrabbit. He was among the largest of the species Snow had ever met and he had a distinctive pair of earrings in the tip of his left ear, which wavered as it attempted to stay pressed flat back against the loud music. He wore a tight, simple, black tee and had thick arms crossed over his chest.

"I know the look. Too familiar a lust fer a first-time lustin' and shocked enough y'ain't known he could do what he do. Lemme getcha backstage. Talent scout, name of Jef-one-eff and ain't mispronounce it lest you lose this opp. Name?"

"Snow. My name's Snow." It was uncanny the way the hare had called him out. No one could see or perceive that well amidst that many writhing bodies. Hell, from the smell, Snow was certain at least one voyeur had gotten off during the show, so between the smell, the dim lights, the pounding music, and everything else, it just wasn't possible. More than that, Jef talked way too fast a game to be trustworthy, but any chance to catch Caleb right now was a good one.

The hare stared at him. "Sure, that's your name, but your friend's?"

"Caleb."

"C'mon backstage with me, Snow, and introduce me so the pleasure's shared 'round. I gotta make acquaintances."

With that, Jef turned on his heel and expected Snow to follow around a subtle corner near the front of the stage. A badger bouncer met the pair, exchanged nodded heads and jerked thumbs with Jef, and gestured for the panda and hare to continue inward. They did so. Jef's ears slowly perked up as layers of fabric-coated walls formed barriers between them and the dance music.

They came quickly to a short hallway of doors that seemed criminally small, one of which was clearly marked "Saber," presumably as a means of at least partially protecting Caleb's identity. Snow felt his heart rise up in his chest. What was he going to see behind the door? One person? Two? A monster? His friend?

Jef knocked. "Hey, Teeth. Gilded Chasm management wants a word."

"I've got a name," came Caleb's muffled voice.

"Wintry friend of yourn offered to proffer it. Open up so's he can do this proper."

The door opened to reveal the chin downward of Snow's friend and roommate. His height following his meal kept his head above the door frame, though the harness seemed to still fit. And... Snow was sure he should have been even more outsized than this. The tiger's frame was soaked in sweat and he was panting. He had hastily thrown on a pair of sweatpants that fit like tights and did zero to hide the fact Caleb had clearly been working off his acquired arousal in the privacy of his room when the knock came. The saber ducked down and looked at Snow with genuine surprise.

"Bud? I uh." His customary charisma was forestalled by his shock. "What're you doing here?"

Jef archly arched an eyebrow Snow's direction, with a "well?" in his expression.

"Uh, Caleb, this is Jef, who I guess is a manager at The Gilded Chasm? And Jef, this is my roommate, Caleb, who I guess eats people? Dude, what was that?" He couldn't keep the awe out of his voice or the curiosity off his face, this close to Caleb's enormity. He was glad for the dim lighting. That way, the trail of precum staining his inner thigh was easier to miss.

Jef grasped Caleb's hand as though he'd been offered it and passed him a card. "I'll be quick and leave y'all two to your two-in'. A market what shouldn't exist appears it's broader'n I anticipated, so I'm lookin' to poach you before it counts as poaching. The Chasm treats its folks well. Gimme a call at this here number 'n don't sign a damn thing with the Gulf 'til ya done so. Great work out there." Jef flashed a congenial smirk, clapped one of Caleb's enormous biceps with his hand, then turned and went to jaw with the badger bouncer, leaving Snow and Caleb to one another.

"Come in," Caleb said gruffly, seeming somehow sheepish. He let Snow in behind him, then closed the door with delicate care.

Snow's eyes darted around the room. "Where's...?"

Caleb intuited the source of his concern. "He's fine. Bullet? Mind poking your head out the shower to show my friend you're not dead?"

"What?" came a voice from a door that clearly led to a tiny bathroom. "Is that okay to do? I thought..."

"It's fine, promise."

In Snow's heightened state, even the simple word "friend" made his fur pleasantly tingly and warm across his body. He couldn't keep his eyes off Caleb's frame. A moment later, a four-foot-nothing panther opened the door and poked his head out as asked. "'Sup," he greeted the panda. He looked back and forth between the two, then grinned all white and gleaming. "Hey Caleb, gimme the bulk back tomorrow morning, yeah? You know where to find me and you got the numbers. I was just finishing up in there."

Shameless, Bullet quickly toweled himself off, threw on some clothes, and headed for the door. Caleb stopped him.

"Hey dude, you all good?"

Snow blinked. Where was the ravenous predator from before? Where was the ultimate alpha, who'd gloated about taking all that muscle and then disappeared someone on stage?

Bullet paused. "Huh? Oh, yeah, dude. Awesome work out there."

They exchanged fist bumps and feline smiles. "Did you actually cum in there?"

"You think I'd pass up that chance? Hell yeah I did, 'bout the time I was doll-sized."

"God that's so fucking hot. I almost had to jack off on stage."

"Good thing you saved yourself," Bullet teased with a meow. He winked at Snow, then showed himself out, looking like a kid who'd stolen his older brother's clothes.

With the door closed, Caleb sat heavily on an oversized couch and smiled sheepishly at Snow. "Always gotta make sure with this kind of stuff. I've heard about places that it gets bad."

"Dude what's going on? You're a behemoth." Snow licked his lips, still unable to take his eyes off his roommate. Knowing he was telling a little lie, he asked, "Is it real? Can I touch it?"

"Obviously, yeah."

Snow stepped forward. He bit his lip nervously. He was breathless. He sat on the couch next to Caleb and laid a paw on one massive, steely biceps. It was hot to the touch. "Fuck."

"Yeah. It's these." Caleb gestured to the ring on his chest in the center of his leather harness. He explained, "This one lets me absorb size and makes me able to, y'know, do the swallowing without getting acid up in someone's fur, and the one Bullet had on his wrist gives him a little protection in case I go too far - sort of a get-out-of-jail-free card. Been practicing a couple weeks."

Wordlessly, the panda held out the wrist that had his own band.

On reflex, Caleb's eyes widened and he growled with hunger. Snow flinched, and Caleb immediately sat back, hands up, palms out. "My bad, my bad. Puts me in a mood. It feels really good, though." His eyes went distant. "It feels like doing this lets me be... me. I've always liked the attention I get at the gym, playing sports and stuff. People like it when I'm huge, and I like that they like it, so I always want to be even more. Keep the cycle going. But just hitting the gym has diminishing returns for someone my size."

Snow nodded. He'd seen the way Caleb showed off and flexed every time he had the chance for people. He'd sometimes even seen it as kind of arrogant. Hearing Caleb describe his desire to be huge as some version of virtuous cycle was relaxing, in a way. He felt some tension he'd barely noticed leave him and relaxed fractionally closer to the enormous tiger. "So someone reached out?"

Caleb nodded. "Yup. Put me in touch with the owner here, who started training me in how to use the bracelets and be safe with them. Said the deal was, if I put on a good enough show, I could keep a fraction of the gains each night."

"What happens when someone starts to notice? I mean, dude. You've come home an inch taller every night this week."

"Paying pretty close attention," Caleb teased.

Snow felt heat rise to his face, and before he could stop himself, answered, "I mean, yeah, dude. I kinda do."

They looked at one another quietly for a few moments, assessing.

Snow broke the silence first. "What happens, though? Do I need to keep a look out for government goons or something?"

The cat grinned. "Naw, dude. It wears off over time, or I can give it back all at once. The boss tried to explain it to me but I don't have a head for the stuff."

"Lot more bone in your skull than in most, yeah," Snow joked. He tapped one long saber tooth to make his point. "What about eating people, though? Vore, whatever it's called? That's a whole other level."

Caleb shrugged. "Folk are into what they're into, and it, I mean pardon the wording, but it feeds something in me. I think us predator species all kind of want it, even though they can't act on it. The boss brought it up and let me try it on him first, and I just..." He swallowed unconsciously. "Uh. Turned out I liked it, and I'm good at making a show of it. It's kind of crazy, but it's safe. If it weren't, I couldn't. Don't care how good it feels, it's just." He shook his head, and then the giant apex predator shook once with distaste. "Yeah. Never."

Snow looked up at Caleb, forcing his gaze. He had been worried that this place had turned Caleb into some sort of asshole predator, and to see him acting with such care and being this huge, he fully let down his usual inhibitions. "Do you want to try it with me?"

"You want...?" Caleb asked back breathily.

In answer, Snow climbed into Caleb's lap, thighs spreading wide to straddle it. He rested his palms on the massive pectorals and nodded slowly. "Yeah. I want to feel you grow. You said you like the feeling, right? Of people loving how huge you are?" He kneaded as hard as he could and those pectorals braced like boulders against his palms.

"I dunno," Caleb answered. He was off guard, but he didn't refuse or push Snow away. "It wouldn't be weird? Like... once we get back to real life and all?"

Snow snorted. His eyes were riveted to Caleb's traps and they way they flowed up, like huge waves off the prow of his sternum. "It'll be different. Not bad, though." He felt his heat rising the longer he sat there. He remembered watching Bullet writhe and squirm inside Caleb's torso and imagined how that had to feel, to be completely surrounded by that bulk, thrusting against it, squeezed and kept by it. His cock throbbed back to life.

"You're... not kidding," Caleb said more quietly. His pupils dilated gradually and his hands settled, first nervously, then more firmly, on Snow's hips.

Almost to himself, mesmerized by his thoughts, Snow shook his head and murmured. "I'm not. I wanna be... in there. In you." With that, he threw himself at the tiger's chest, letting his thick, blue tongue unfurl again and again across the meaty, cobbled torso that had so recently contained an entire other person. His left hand slid down to paw at Caleb's waist. He squeezed and tugged his thumb across the sweatpants, urging them down while his lips and tongue worshipped his roommate's form. He nosed after every serratus muscle, every abdominal, one after the other. While he did, he whispered, "Take it. Take me. I want it."

Caleb growled like a small mountain as his mind and body eased down their inhibitions in the face of Snow's willing words and movements. The mounds of musculature arrayed in such perfect lines across the cat's chest and abdomen swelled under Snow's tongue as they began to drink in his size. Snow got a faint sense of vertigo while he watched, which he swiftly tended to by needfully grasping the sweatpants and yanking them down oiled hips to release the fourteen, fifteen, sixteen inches of cat cock that grew more and more turgid with each moment. He pulled it up between them. Their relative sizes were such that he barely had to slide backwards in Caleb's lap to be able to bend and, giving in fully to his lust, wrap his lips around the cock head. He closed his eyes and swamped his sensory experience in the sensation of Caleb's cock, which was soaked in precum from his earlier arousal. Caleb yowled in surprise loud enough it had to have been heard outside, but that didn't matter. Snow had become a creature of need rather than want, of action rather than anticipation. He bobbed his drooling lips up and down the shaft that he could only barely cram in his maw.

Caleb heaved himself off the couch. As he did, he used his newfound power to grip under Snow's armpits and bodily heave the panda back upright to standing.

Snow looked up at him, panting. "Give me a show," he murmured. "Let me see you put all this to work."

Caleb grinned. He began to move his body in the undulant rhythms he'd used on stage, but with his cock freed, it could glide across Snow's chest fur with each writhe. "Get those clothes off," he purred as he sank into his performance mindset. Snow obeyed immediately, revealing his powerful barrel chest and then his own throbbing package. Like his tongue and paw pads, it was a brilliant blue that shimmered with its sheen of precum. When he pressed himself back against Caleb, it only reached the cat's thighs, while Caleb's was stroking his sternum and soaking it.

In the small space, Caleb guided Snow through a few of the gyrating motions he'd shown on stage while the bear continued to get as much of the tiger's body in tactile memory as he could. Caleb was fully two feet taller than Snow to start, placing the bear's nose at his sternum. The tiger's arms draped over his shoulders and at every point of contact, Snow felt something tugging at him, draining him, sucking his strength and mass into the huge predator. "There you go. Take everything you want. I want to see your head touch the ceiling." Caleb grunted at the thought and pressed closer. "Bigger than you've ever been. I've worked on these muscles for years - take them." He lapped greedily at Caleb's abdominals as they got in reach. He kissed each one and worshipped the throbbing, widening flanks underneath his hands, until the dancing motions of Caleb's hips were letting the tiger thrust the crown of his cock against Snow's eager lips. Hands on the bear's head, Caleb groaned in primal lust. He could barely get more than the head of his cock inside that eager maw, but even that had him pouring precum like a river and Snow had a thirst that he was desperate to quench. He lapped up and gulped the syrupy pre, bead after bead of it coating his muzzle and tongue and throat. At last, with a grunt, the enormous tiger lifted Snow up onto his hips to let that mighty shaft rest between his cheeks and looked down at the little bear.

"I can't put it in your throat, and I can't put it in your ass anymore," he breathed, hot air wafting over Snow's frame, "but I think I can do you one better than what Bullet got."

"What's that?" Snow huffed, mindlessly grinding his sapphire shaft against Caleb's thighs.

The tiger widened his jaws and closed them over Snow's head without warning. Snow felt the giant tusks of saber teeth lodge just behind his lower jaw bones, caging him inside. He smelled sex and maleness and something sweet in that breath. He shivered. He couldn't imagine it. He could imagine it. He had already imagined it, and it was happening. Caleb's saliva was soaking into his fur, claiming him. He pushed both paws against Caleb's pectorals and felt resistance, possession, hunger in the moment it took the tiger to release.

"I wanted to look one more time," he breathed, barely able to think from the heat and the arousal. "You're so huge. You're so perfect. Look at you."

Caleb was easily eleven feet tall now that he'd drained so much from Snow. His body alone made the room seem crowded, and it was every ounce of it lean and powerful, and every square inch coated in short fur. In contrast, Snow couldn't have been more than four feet tall. The difference was extreme enough that even the spellbinding concept of being swallowed whole by his friend seemed very, very real. And the body he was going to enter was the ideal combination of hard and soft. A godlike body, and it was all Snow's to experience, both outside and - he swallowed hard as he thought about it - and in.

"Yeah? Glad you like it. We'll have to explore... a few times, I think." Caleb grinned hugely. One hand was on his dick, stroking himself underneath Snow's ass. "Now?" he asked.

"Now," Snow agreed with an eager nod.

Caleb rolled his hips up and sank his head down and engulfed Snow, head and shoulders in a single, smooth, sensual movement. His teeth glided over Snow's back, somehow not barring the way while the crunch of his abdomen, thrust of his thighs, and hungry pull of his throat dragged his roommate inside him. Snow wasn't nearly as small in comparison as Bullet had been, so the tiger's throat stretched marvelously as he consumed his second prey for the night. As with the other cat, his tongue stretched to greet Snow's cock, which twitched mightily in a pre-orgasm, making the bear writhe and work his way deeper. Here, though, there was a slowness and appreciation Bullet hadn't gotten. Snow felt like he was being tasted, appreciated, measured, held. It felt intimate. Amidst the sexual sensations, he felt that powerful heartbeat and the careful manipulations from Caleb's mammoth arms. His face was squeezed by unrelenting throat muscles and his shoulders were folded in towards his chest to make his body narrower. He faked a struggle, just to feel the predator's body respond with overwhelming force: the clenching chest and gulping esophagus easily overpowered the much smaller prey, who was forced to tumble in a somersault as he was swallowed whole and the last rays of dim studio lighting, seen upside-down, were blocked by teeth, lips, and throat.

"Now..." Caleb rumbled, his voice muffled, but tectonic here within his chest. "Point your nose back up. I want to try this with you."

Dutifully, Snow found the closing of Caleb's throat with his nose. He felt compressed, fed on, totally controlled. His body was surrounded in slick heat but he could somehow still breathe, as though this chamber wasn't quite a stomach, but also wasn't not a stomach. He still had trouble putting words to thoughts and simply acted. His arousal pulsed against Caleb's heartbeat. The throat opened and Snow saw light again. What he saw almost made him cum on the spot.

Caleb had laid on his back across the couch and curled into a C position so that his massive, purpled, precum-spurting cock was inches from his jaws. Both hands were wrapped around the titanic shaft. Snow felt the feline grin forming as he looked out from those ivory-studded jaws, then moaned loudly when he felt Caleb start to curl his abdomen to pump that gigantic cock between his hands. The clenching of his abs massaged Snow's shaft in that tight, hot, wet, compressed chamber below. Snow immediately responded with thrusts of his own against Caleb's insides. The groaned response around Snow's head was plenty of indication that this was exactly what the cat had planned.

Their bodies rolled together as Caleb pleasured them both, inside and out. They gasped and moaned and gave short, hot huffs of need. Caleb's throat pulled Snow completely back inside more than once, hungry to claim the bear and all he had to offer, while Snow was treated to, thrust by thrust, his roommate's unstoppable growth. He felt helpless and held, powerless but protected, and fuck did he need to cum. His hips started to jolt beyond his own control. "C, Caleb, I, I'm so close."

Hot breath and a faint nod was his first response. His second was Caleb hitching his hips up a few inches higher so that a full rope of precum could drip down over Snow's waiting face. And his third was increased fervor, increased tempo, increased need as Caleb began powering his way towards his own orgasm. Neither knew how big one another was. Caleb continued to grow, his cock lengthening and thickening and his body ever more powerful, while Snow wasn't sure whether he was fucking the cat's sternum or his throat anymore. He just knew he need this more than anything, needed Caleb to be bigger, needed to feel his body more, and more, and more.

Finally, Caleb snarled in fierce exultation and jammed the head of his cock in his own maw. It spewed cum like a firehose directly into Snow's waiting lips and coated his entire face. Snow shook and thrashed in his own orgasm as he was drenched in giant cat cum, over and over and over. Caleb gulped him down completely, but kept sending waves of hot seed down his own throat until Snow was soaked in a bath of the stuff, floating in it, feeling like a teddy bear lost in an ocean of gyzym and buoyed on the powerful jets of it that kept blasting down, where he was soon barely able to keep his nose up in a gap with air.

Minutes later...

"Fuck, fuck that was incredible. Oh my god. Oh skies a-fucking-bove, man."

Caleb heaved. He was in total bliss. His body radiated heat and sweat until he was sure he'd soaked the bed, and then he belched through a chuckle, tasting his own cum on his breath. He felt like he'd swallowed gallons of it.

For his part, Snow felt himself drifting off. He wasn't sure how, or why, he felt so safe and able to just curl up and sleep in here, but he felt certain he could. He was perfectly held in Caleb's body, and the heat, and the smell, and the trust and relaxation, all had his eyes comfortably closed. He mumbled in answer, "Yeah... mind if I just..." He yawned wide and belched quietly, tasting Caleb's scent on his own breath. "Gonna curl up here."

"Heh, yeah, dude." Caleb stroked his belly. "You'll be fine. See you in the morning."

--

Snow stumbled out of his bedroom to be greeted by the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast. A literal giant was stooped over his apartment stove while the meat hissed and sizzled.

"Ah, you're up!" the giant greeted. "Perfect timing." He slid the bacon on a plate and turned to offer it to Snow.

The panda's jaw dropped, just a little. "Oh. Holy."

"Yeah, it was real," Caleb said with a wink. He was completely in the buff, which made perfect sense given his size. He finished serving up and sat down on the floor, and even then, towered slightly over the food. He glanced down at Snow's crotch and back up at him. "Your dick's hanging out."

"We have to do that again some time," Snow said. He strode over to the table and laughed at himself as he realized he had to climb up onto the chair.

"Oh yeah," Caleb agreed with a nod.

"Might even get up on stage with you," Snow added, nonchalantly.

Caleb froze, stunned, but quickly eager. "Yeah. Yeah, we might do that."