The Mane Event
#3 of Commissioned Works
Yuri struggled in his bonds. The lion wasn't exactly used to being tied and chained up against cold metal platforms, so he didn't find the experience all the pleasant. It didn't help that he could not recall how he came to be in that particular situation. The solid steel bracers that kept his wrists and ankles bound to the slab of iron beneath him offered enough room for him to wiggle his arms, but his hands would never be able to move back through the small opening. He was good and bound. Even his tail was lashed to the metal, the puff of fur on the end of that appendage fluffed up with his growing agitation. His head could freely move around from side to side, though there wasn't that much to see. Just his arms suspended above his head, giving him a wonderful view of his armpits. Whoever had contained him here had taken the liberty of undressing the lion from the waist up.
The cameras imbedded into the walls surrounding the immobilized lion had a wonderful view of the feline's body structure. Trim and athletic, Yuri could hold his own on the cover of a fitness magazine, assuming that runners and swimmers were the topic of choice, rather than the usual oversized bodybuilders that garnered so much attention with the media. The snow white fur on his chest and abs blended into the tawny brown so commonly associated with his species. What colour fur covered his neck could not be discerned, for the thick brown mane that encircled Yuri's head. The mane itself transitioned between three colours, going from dark brown to the same colour as his fur to that plain and gentle white. The white was rather minimal, hanging in several strands over his right eye, where it contrasted nicely with the two white hook shaped patterns over Yuri's eyes.
As awareness continued to seep into Yuri's consciousness, details of the room materialized around him. Gleaming metal walls reflected all that there was to be seen - just a half dressed lion chained down in an otherwise empty surrounding. He admitted his disappointment, having rather been hoping for large machines and other gadgetry. It made sense to him that if he was going to be captured and imprisoned in a sterile room it should at least be for some sort of lab testing. It would have made for a great fantasy, even if the situation was probably more serious than Yuri was taking it. But his mind drifted around, imaging all the interesting things that could happen to somebody etherized upon a table. Most of them were pretty dirty, as the rise in his black shorts showed.
One detail did not escape Yuri's attention, however. A seem ran down the centre of the floor, like the metal boards were meant to split apart, likely the entrance for the room. Yuri could find no door, though he couldn't see behind him, so he had to concede the chance of the entrance - and many more interesting things - being behind him and out of his field of vision. This left several possibilities for the floor, like the chance that the desired machinery would rise out of the ground and attach itself to the lion's prone body. The mound in his pants twitched again. Yuri scolded himself for getting aroused in the strange situation, but his active imagination refused to stop playing out the numerous possibilities of what could happen. None of them ever ended negatively for the lion.
A door clicked open somewhere behind Yuri, followed by the bang of metal on metal. Two voices whispered something to one another in a language that the lion could not understand, though to him it sounded as if it were from the Middle East. One voice was deep and imposing, the other high and shrill, obviously female. Their whispering became chatter and then yelling that echoed against the shining walls. When it all went quiet again, the door slammed shut, leaving Yuri no more informed than he had been before. At least he knew where the door was now.
Time passed, with nothing of interest happening. The wild sexual fantasies of capture slowly drifted out of favour for practical means. What was he going to eat, and who was going to come rescue him, things like that. When those concepts grew boring, the feline started to just think about the work he had to do. His boss wasn't going to believe that work was missed because strange scientists kidnapped an employee to do god knows what to him. Yuri really needed that paycheck, too. There were so many expenses that needed taking care of that were getting left on the wayside.
His mind followed a strange journey, going from idea to idea faster than a child loses attention with a new toy. His energy remained consistently high, causing him to be unable to fall asleep or relax. His tail kept twitching in its bind, some form of movement other than thrashing helplessly against the straps and metal. The bed he lay upon was growing warm with his own body heat, though the room itself remained slightly chilled. This had the effect of the lion's fur matting down on his back, while that on his front spiked up from the cool air. He shivered while sweating, like a fever was over taking his body. Somebody must have been watching him, for the temperature in the room spiked suddenly, and the shivering ceased. Now he was just sweating all over. When he turned his head to the side, his nose bumped up against his underarm, giving him a strong sniff of his musk.
Only when the sound of whirring gears and clanking levers filled the room did Yuri's full attention return to his predicament. The ground started to split beneath him, the metal plate he was strapped to shifting positions, such that he lay flat upon the sheet, the bed itself suspended on a pedestal. The roof wasn't anymore interesting than the walls. Before his vision rose towering computers, cables and tubes attached to them from every possible angle. Each computer came with a vat of yellow fluid, each of the tubs big enough that Yuri could sit in any like it was a jacuzzi. Once they rose to the surface, the noise died down, replaced with the beeps and boops of a terrible science fiction movie from the early 1950's. It could be straight out of one of the films the feline had been made to watch for class.
A voice came on over the loudspeaker, heavily accented. "Just wait a minute please while we get the machinery ready, please." It sounded like the female from earlier, that shrill voice painful enough that it made his rounded ears flick in annoyance. He would have plugged his ears if he could have moved his arms. "Thank you for your patience." At least they were being polite, that was something. "We are sorry you have to wait so long before we begin." What were they going to do next, offer him some milk and cookies to pass the time? "Please enjoy this drink while you wait."
One of the tubes gyrated its way towards Yuri, spasming as it flew through the air towards the prone feline's mouth. He was quite thirsty from the heat of the room, and the idea of getting something to drank appealed to the lion. He didn't resist when the tube tried to force its way into his mouth. This was the sort of thing that happened in the fantasies he'd been playing out earlier. If this was going to occur, he might as well enjoy it. While his captives might have intended to make him suffer, they were going to be in for a surprise.
The yellow fluid poured down the tube, passing through the lion's greedy lips. He could just get the flavour of it, a sort of alcoholic mixture that reminded him strongly of beer, just without that bitter aftertaste. More of a meed then a beer, he decided, as he actively sucked on the tube to try and draw out more of the delicious drink. When his thirst was quenched, he tried to force the tube out by poking it with his tongue, but the machine would have none of that. It was determined to satisfy the lion's thirst, and it would stop only when it was convinced that goal was reached. Yuri, forced to swallow or drown, chugged down as much as he could, his belly aching with all the fluid trapped inside of it. He could feel it pushing at his skin, rounding out more and more. When the tube finally pulled out, the vat it was attached to completely empty, Yuri's abs were gone, replaced by a belly thick enough around that if he put a shirt on people would think he was smuggling a beach ball.
"Thank you for your patience." A trickle of yellow fluid dribbled out of Yuri's mouth, the lion stunned momentarily by the forced feeding. His stomach gurgled as the woman on the speaker went on about the nature of the test, but he wasn't listening anymore. He felt so full, warm and comfortable, he was quite happy to just do whatever these people wanted. part of his brain felt fogged up, like he'd been drinking way more than was a responsible amount. It made him smile, before he hiccuped. That just made him smile wider.
"Beginning the first phase," the tester stated. "Please be advised that you might feel a slight sting." The cables crackled with energy, two of them whizzing about until they stood poised underneath Yuri's arms. When he turned to look at them, he noticed the needles attached to the ends, but it didn't make him nervous. They looked so innocent, just minding their own business. Even when they rushed forward, jabbing themselves into his armpits, he didn't care. Maybe they were going to pump him full of more of that delicious liquid. Another hiccup escaped his muzzle.
More cables found their way towards the lion, jabbing and prodding him in various places. two for his pecs, one for his neck. Another cable wormed its way into his mouth to his pleasure, distracting him enough that he didn't notice the wire slipping its way into his briefs. Not until he felt something stab him in the balls. That caused a reaction out of him. He whimpered in pain, his eyes tearing up from the sharp intrusion. As if to mollify him, the fluid started flowing into his mouth again. Once the taste hit his tongue, he was sedated, calm and uncaring when another cable slipped inside of his cock. worming itself down the slit. When all was said and done, he looked more like a pin cushion than a lion, his round gut and limbs all punctured with various wires and cables, each attached to some machine with an unknown purpose.
"Please be advised", this time it was the male, "that we have no intention of hurting you. Any pain you experience is simply your own body weakness leaving you. You are going to be stronger after all the pain, assuming you experience any pain. If you do not feel any pain, then the experiment is functioning exactly as it should, which is good. If you do feel pain, please do not tell us. That is your own weakness, and not a fault of the experiment at all." Yuri couldn't care less about what he was saying. His stomach stretched farther, to the point where it stuck out farther than his muzzle. So far it was the only tube that was pumping liquid into him. "Begin the experiment!" came the combined voice of the two testers. Yuri giggled around the tube. In his drunken state, he heard them with a french accent.
The fluids began to pump into Yuri, each tube flowing straight into the lion's body. He felt full already, but all the extra liquid just made him feel bloated to the point of uncomfortable. "Please be advised that we will be leaving the building now. You are on your own." Yuri groaned as his body stretched to accommodate so much liquid. But it all seemed to fill up in his stomach, his limbs keeping their athletic and trim look. The only exception was his balls, which swelled and pushed against his shorts, making the bulge at the bottom of them expand. The outline of his heavy nuts gave him the appearance of having oranges stuffed in there.
After the first two minutes, Yuri's belly stopped inflating. If he was laying on top of it, he wouldn't be able to touch the ground with his arms and legs. But it was done swelling, now it just gurgled and blorped with all the fluid inside of it. But the tubes kept on pumping, the streams of yellow flowing straight into the feline's form. It had to go somewhere, or make room for more storage space. It somehow managed to do the latter. Yuri felt his body stretch out across the metal bed, the heels of his feet gliding along the surface until they hung off the edge slightly. His hands experienced a similar sensation as they overextended past the platform. As his torso lengthened, his body kept its proportions everywhere except in stomach and balls. His belly was deflating, but his junk kept growing. The shorts couldn't handle the strain of those lion orbs. The fabric protested against the balls trapped within, the seams giving out finally, ripping at the bottom and allowing the heavy sac to thump against the table. It had grown so large already that it was hanging half way down to his knees, trapped inside of a pair of skin tight blue speedos. A pair of speedos Yuri did not own, he knew. His kidnappers had clearly done more than just strip him of his shirt. The lion did not object to the latex clinging tightly to his growing package. He loved the way it felt for it to squeeze and press at him. His arousal rose, but his cock wouldn't get hard. It seemed so small now in comparison to the rest.
Rapidly the lion's body grew along the table, to the point where his knees and elbows were no longer supported. The straps holding him in place felt horribly tight, digging into his flesh and fur. He tried to snap them and free his arms, but the restraints remained taut. He simply lacked the strength to free himself. His ball belly was gone, replaced with an eight pack that looked like somebody had run it through a washing line. The stretch lines running across it showed even through the fur. His tail thrashed against the bonds once more.
The machines seemed to respond to his need. His height ceased increasing, but the flow through his body sped up. His arms noticed it first, biceps and triceps bloating with strength. He had been expecting something akin to his stomach from earlier, but this was pure strength. The bonds snapped without him even having to struggle once the muscular development began, the metal giving way to allow the lion to pack on more bulk. When he flexed his arms, finally able to move them again in full motion, he marveled at the biceps, each mound peaking to the point where he imagined somebody had stuffed them full of packing foam. But the firmness of the muscle, tested repeatedly with grabbing hands, proved that it was brawn through and through.
His chest got the next wave. He watched as it bulked up, puffed full of the magical formula that coursed through his vein and dwelled in his balls. Yuri bounced the pillows of muscle attached to his chest as it creaked, one pectoral at time bunching up and bumping at the underside of his muzzle before the other one would do the same. He cupped them in his palms, hefting the slabs attached to him. Each one alone made his head look small in comparison. he was quickly surpassing the bodybuilders on the covers of magazines that he had fantasized about.
The stretch marks on his stomach faded out, replaced with the brickwork of abs that he already had. Now they were plumped with power, tablets of strength at the core of his body. He ran a finger through the crevices and striations, tracing them out with a claw and rumbling all the while. His voice sounded so much deeper in his own ears, the bass of it only making him happier to suddenly own all this power. When he clenched his stomach to make the abs stand out, he could have sworn he saw a total of ten, though only eight were clearly defined, the lot of it surrounded by obliques that pointed straight to his prodigious crotch.
His cock, finally catching up with his balls, struggled within its latex barrier. The speedo simply would not give, trapping the bulge within those tight confines. Yuri moaned as he felt his cock stretch farther, his balls filling up with the mysterious liquids. The whole of it dropped lower and lower, passing his knees, heading straight for his feet. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to walk if it got much bigger, and he didn't really care. This was the sort of thing he dreamed about, and couldn't believe was actually happening to him. His fantasies were becoming reality, swelling into truth before his eyes. His hands caressed around his package, watching it jiggle and shake inside that blue speedo.
Beneath the object of his affection, his quads and hamstrings were not to be left out. They packed on sinew, his legs forced apart to make more room for more muscle that only forced him to spread his legs farther apart. His package couldn't fit between all the brawn, and was required to rest on top of it, pushed forward by the four heads of his quadriceps. It made his obscenely large package look even larger, much to his delight. On the backside, his calves hardened, taking on the diamond shape top competitors strive to achieve.
The table could not support the weight of the lion. It buckled underneath the bulky feline before it went crashing to the ground. Yuri landed on his ass, though felt no pain. His firm rear supported him as it added on more beef to his body, going from tight ass to groppable bubble butt. It stuck out noticeably from his back, making the taper of his waist all the more impressive. The flare of his lats had grown so impossibly wide that there was no chance the lion would be able to fit through a door.
But that was unlikely to be a problem. With his body averaging out, shoulders and delts getting the last bit of balancing for the now musclebound king, the growth returned to increasing his overall size. When he stood up, some of the tubes falling off of his body, his head brushed against the ceiling of the room. He had no way to estimate his size, but it was well above the 6'2 that he normally stood, easily more than double. His package brushed against the floor, lifted up by his feet when he tried to take a step forward.
Yuri's body took up more space, to the point where he had curled himself into a huddled ball to keep from pushing against the walls. It wasn't a comfortable position, it made his body ache, and did nothing to slow down the growth. So why should he have to stay so confined, he figured. He was a titan now, and getting bigger by the second. With a roar, he spread his body out, arms punching through metal walls, head busting through the ceiling. He stood on his feet, crashing through floor after floor as a surge of new growth overtook him.
The outside world remained elusive however, and his growth paused. He was going to have to break the building around him to escape, which caused him to grin. It would be an excellent test of his new strength. As he raised his fists to smash through the mortar and metal, he felt something move under his arms. Curious, and concerned, he checked to see what had caused the sensation, surprised to find a nub under his armpits on both sides. It didn't feel like muscle, it had the wrong consistency. While checking on the strange growths, he felt them wriggle under his fingers, pushing out farther and farther.
Fascinated, Yuri felt and watched as the nubs cracked and groaned, bones shaping themselves within before muscle piled on. The area under his chest began to experience a similar sensation, like his ribcage was adding on more rows and reshaping itself. His torso lengthened to make room for the new skeletal structure, popping sounds filling the air. He thought it should hurt to have his body augment like this, but he felt nothing, only the pleasure of watching his body change and grow larger.
When it finally ceased, the lion found himself the owner of a new set of arms and pecs. His upper arms grabbed at the lower chest, testing to see the strength and shape of the muscle. In every way, they felt like his original pair - as large, as firm, as deliciously sexy. The lower set of arms had the same characteristics as the first two as well, biceps now grinding up against triceps. It took him a few minutes to sort it all out and get used to moving the new limbs. During that time his body switched up his growth, once more adding on height.
He didn't need to do anything anymore, just wait until his swelling body broke through the building. He was tempted to just get it over with, break it all apart and tear it to the ground, but something about letting his growth cause the destruction seemed so much more enjoyable. it was the real proof of strength, that he didn't need to move or act in order to destroy a whole building. The building would fall to his power simply by trying to contain him. Unlike the blue speedo that stuck out from his waist and covered up his legs with the immense package. Somehow it was clinging tight to him, the strap digging into his ass and showing off his cheeks without any covering.
Yuri's head finally cleared the final ceiling, breaking through the roof out into the dazzling daylight. Dust filtered into his mane, getting the brown and whites spotted with grey. It mattered little to him, though. He wasn't going to settle for anything other than having the whole facility fall apart thanks to him. As he surveyed the area, trying to assess the full scale of the building, his eyes fell upon an interesting surprise. Popping out from the other end of the building, barely two steps away for him now, came the head of a fox, the vulpine's black ears twitching as debris rained down around them.
"Zev?" Yuri asked, recognizing the black stripe on the fox's muzzle. "They got you too?" The structure collapsed around the two giants, revealing a landscape of forests and mountains, devoid of habitations aside from the one they just destroyed.
"Oh god that hurt so much!" The fox whined, rubbing at the spot where his own extra set of arms had grown in. "Yuri, is that you?"
The two exchanged looks, sizing up the other's still growing form. Both were over muscled, four armed titans. The looks in their eyes spoke of lust and desire, the want to just do anything to pleasure the other one. They could have been twins, species aside. The only difference between the two was what covered their groins - Yuri still had his blue speedo on, but the fox was equipped with a pair of white boxer briefs that had grown so thin and stretched out that one could see the cock and balls contained within, twitching at the sight of the hunk of lion.
They didn't really need to say much more. Eight arms opened up, and the two bodies interlocked in a hug, followed by a powerful kiss, each attempting to try and get a leg up on the other one. Their packages ground together, causing them to moan into each other's muzzles. It was an unspoken agreement - they would do anything in their power to get the other person to hit their climax, so that they could share the gift they had just been granted.
Zev took the first major step, breaking the kiss. "Why don't you put that to use?" he said, running a hand down the blue clad girth, and making Yuri shiver. With a quick slice of a claw, Zev cut the speedos, the stretched out material snapping back into a tiny, misformed mass of latex before falling to the ground. Now free, Yuri's leg long dick throbbed to erection, defying all sense of gravity as it rose past his waist, pushing into his chest, and extending past his ears, the head of his cock throbbing and angry, ready for action.
The fox spun around then, gripping at the mountain that surrounded the former facility. He had to bend down to hold on to the peak, causing his rump to lift up. They had outgrown the local mountains, a fact that drove Yuri into a greater state of lust. Though Zev's ass was still covered in the boxer briefs, Yuri wasn't patient enough to try and take them off. He lined up his drooling member against Zev's eager rump, and plowed right on it, breaking a hole through the material. Zev yowled as his insides got stretched out to accommodate the immense girth of the lion, who showed little sympathy. Yuri, hellbent on claiming his prize, drove himself in fast and deep, not wanting to pull back until his balls smacked against his friend's.
Somehow, the feline managed just that, though the result was to distend Zev's stomach, creating an obvious outline for the lion's cock. Both began to reach a pace where they could push back and forth on one another, the mountain in Zev's hands getting crushed beneath the combined force of the giants' intercourse. The base of the landscape became soaked in Zev's pre as it poured through his underwear, creating ponds in the ground where their feet smashed into the earth. They reformed the region beneath their furious rutting, trees felled without notice, rocks crushed under their sacs. As they continued to go at it, they could make out a city in the distance.
The tremendous amount of pre gushing from Yuri's member had little choice but to stay inside of the fox's belly. When Yuri pulled out, some of it would flow down the fox's ass, running in rivulets over his legs, but for the most part it remained trapped within the vulpine. The shape of Yuri's member began to fade as Zev's gut grew rounder to contain all that seed. As the fox's stomach bowed out, the bottom of it rubbed along his member, coaxing out more pre that stained and ruined the boxer briefs.
Yuri tried his best to contain himself. He was already over stimulated, and now he was causing somebody to become as rotund as he had been when this whole crazy day began. The sight of the bloating fox, and the knowledge that Yuri was the one causing it, nearly sent the lion over the edge. His pistoning picked up speed, his cock fully exiting the vulpine's rump before shoving itself back inside, their sacs smacking together with a squelching noise that echoed in the tiny forest at their feet.
Unable to hold back, Yuri roared before leaning forward to bite into Zev's shoulder, causing the fox to whimper. But the vulpine soon forgot about that as his insides became flooded with hot lion semen, making the gut he already possessed balloon out at an alarming rate. It was growing too heavy too quickly, and the fox had little choice but to lean forward, using his four arms to help balance himself until he was laying on top of his belly. Yuri kept on cumming, his own four hands running all over the expanse of the fox's backside, fingers running around the vulpine's neck.
By the time Yuri's orgasm ran its course, Zev was so full of spunk that his huge package barely touched the ground as he rode on his gut, the lion now lying atop the immobilized fox's back. Yuri kept his cock embedded between Zev's muscular rear, the lion's tongue combing through the fox's fur. "You're such a good fuck, Zev. Think you're up for another round?"
"Already?!" The fox cried in panic, a dribble of cum escaping from his lips. "Can't you at least wait until I can stand up again?"
Yuri looked out into the distance. His eyes focused on the city, that small mass of concrete that at one time would have been so intimidating, but was now nothing more than a plaything to him at this size. "I think I can wait. But we get to do something a bit more interesting next time." Yuri reached around, grabbing the fox's four hands and squeezing them tightly. "It'll be awesome."