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It was the early hours of the morning--four A.M., to be precise, that time between sleeping and waking when most sane people would be in their beds, catching their last bit of refreshment before having to get up and get ready for yet another day in the rat race. (Though only some of them were rats, of course.) But unfortunately, for those people to be able to start their days right, others had to be up even earlier preparing for them, particularly those in food service, and in neighborhoods where poorer people lived and worked, it was absolutely essential that this be available to them--as much to give people a place to relax, gird themselves for the usual 9 to 5 (or overtime!), and chat as to have breakfast.

Luckily Garrett Sandusky was one of those people who enjoyed this time of day...partly because his species was nocturnal by nature anyway, but mostly because he liked the peace and quiet, the hush that surrounded him even in a big city, the sense that everyone was at home with their loved ones or at least safe and secure from whatever predators, literal or figurative, might wait for them outside their homes. He liked the gentle darkness, the shadows that cloaked everything like a mother's warm arms cradling her cub close, and the odd sense of camaraderie which came from knowing that even though he seemed to be alone, he truly wasn't. He also loved baking, it was his, um, bread and butter...and oddly enough, he also liked watching the darkness gradually fade and lighten as the sun rose over the tops of the brownstones and factories across the way.

False dawn had in fact already come and gone, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the actual sun heaved up above the horizon...but until then, it was just him, his bread dough...and his new assistant.

The snow leopard smiled to himself as he put on another pot of coffee to brew. Mel Goldclaw was an unusual fellow, in more ways than one. His species and appearance were odd enough, a hybrid of golden tabby Siberian and Eastern dragon so that he possessed strange sensory tendrils in place of whiskers, horns, a ridge of bristly fur almost like spikes down his back, and a draconian tail in addition to the usual feline coloring, features, and build. Not that he had any right to be prejudiced, and he certainly was not--in fact he found Mel to be a quite likable gentleman, and the exotic in his background only made him more appealing. After all, Garrett's own family came from Russia, there was something of a kinship there...and he couldn't deny the hybrid was rather attractive, too.

Dusting more flour onto his paws, he rolled out another expanse of dough on his cutting board, this time for muffins--the cutters were already laid out--and begin to roll and knead it as he contemplated Mel. The big fellow--he stood at 6'4", a good half a foot taller than Garrett, and had a build to match, though like the snow leopard he had plenty of rather adorable pudge to go with his muscle--had come into Loafers one day about three months ago, then proceeded to hover watchfully and silently as patron after patron came in to pick up their usual orders or sit down and gab while they ate. He'd started to think the hybrid was a shoplifter or even a robber, and had been watching him worriedly--again, despite being quite strong himself, he didn't know if he could overpower as large a fellow as this one, especially if he was armed. But then when the bakery had cleared out and they were the only ones present, he'd finally approached the counter and, with a surprisingly timid and shy voice, asked about the "Help Wanted" sign in the window.

Garrett chuckled at the memory. Who would believe such a large man was actually as gentle and harmless as a lamb? Not that Mel didn't have the wherewithal and strength to protect himself, or the bakery should it actually be targeted for theft; he'd seen the power in those arms and shoulders the hybrid's first day on the job when he had lifted two enormous sacks of flour, one on each arm, and he'd also seen the way Mel had eyed certain street punks who loitered outside the door as if casing the joint, cracking his knuckles and shouting to drive them off when he saw them harassing customers.

But in all other respects the fellow was as kind, amiable, and friendly as could be. His shyness was quite natural, not an affectation, but once he'd gotten to know Garrett he'd become quite gregarious, holding forth on any manner of unusual subjects, from oldie music like "Video Killed the Radio Star" and paintings by Andrew Wyeth to the philosophy of Descartes and the films of Ingmar Bergman. It had certainly been a change from the usual conversational fare the snow leopard dealt with on a daily basis, and he had to admit he'd learned a number of interesting things, all delivered in an open, guileless, non-pedantic manner. At the same time, the hybrid was quite willing to shoot the breeze and talk about nothing more momentous than current events or how the local sports teams were doing.

Mel had no formal training in baking--he'd always enjoyed food, he'd said with a laugh as he patted his belly, and had also learned a great deal in his mother's kitchen, but his family hadn't been able to afford for him to go to culinary school, and the government had been no help since there were few scholarships for this line of work and people of his species and background were often denied financial assistance. (The intellectual background he'd displayed, he said, were thanks to pursuits in the library on his own time.) But he'd turned out to be a natural at it, and Garrett was quite pleased with the decision he'd made on the spot that day, when looking into those gray eyes, so warm and yearning for a chance to prove himself, had compelled him to trust the hybrid.

And of course, he was a great companion to have around, someone to get the prep work done much more quickly than usual so he didn't have to stay too late or get up too early, someone to talk to so he wouldn't have to spend so many hours alone...and quite easy on the eyes.

In point of fact, even as Garrett had been reflecting on how Mel came to be his apprentice, his eyes had been automatically fixed on the hybrid--partly to check his progress and ensure the dough had been properly shaped and arranged on the trays, but mostly to watch the play of muscles beneath Mel's pelt. As usual for this time of morning, comfort won out over propriety so that instead of a collared shirt and tie he wore a simple tank top with his apron and pants, leaving his broad shoulders and thick arms plainly visible. The muscle there, particularly in his biceps, stood out deliciously as he lifted one heavily laden tray after another into the ovens with a steadiness and competence that was just as admirable as his body. And it bulged quite thickly beneath his pants as well...as did other things.

By the time the snow leopard had finished prepping the muffins, poured the powdered sugar on the doughnuts, and coated the cinnamon twists and other pastries with glaze, he couldn't deny what he was feeling any longer, and had come to a decision. The more he got to know Mel, the more he liked about him--hard-working, punctual, obedient, a fast learner, one who valued discipline and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. He also found him rather exotic and certainly attractive. Even his quiet mien and hesitancy to speak up or offer an insight into himself was intriguing, compelling Garrett to carefully but doggedly work to tease out opinions, comments, and snippets of his past. It somehow made the process of getting to know him more worthwhile and interesting, and his own personality made him prefer gentle, quiet types to bombastic, in-your-face sorts.

And a few oblique inquiries, plus the occasional observation of expressions and words directed at customers and passersby, had made it clear the hybrid was at least interested in and aroused by other men, if not fully gay. Now that he had him alone, with quite some time before the bakery opened, he could finally reveal, and if all went well, pursue, his desires...

Shoving the last tray into place and setting the timer, Garrett dusted his paws off once more and turned to where Mel was finishing up cleaning his workspace. "I think that just about does it. Good job, Mel. You're really fitting in and learning fast here."

After all this time, the hybrid was still rather shy and bashful, a trait the snow leopard found utterly endearing. Turning about to direct a blushing smile at him while rubbing the back of his fur-ridged neck, his apprentice chuckled. "Well thanks, sir. What can I say, I've got a really good teacher."

Garrett chuckled deeply, crossing his arms over his chest so the spots covering his forearms bulged over the flexing muscles. "Just 'cause you're working in a bakery doesn't mean ya have to lay the flattery on like frosting. Besides, I can't mold ya if you aren't made of good dough to start with." He paused, then added, "Also, I think you've been here long enough ya don't have to call me sir. Garry or Garrett will do."

Flustered and very obviously pleased but unable to come up with a reply, Mel started nervously wringing his big hands and twisting his fingers together as he ducked his chin into his chest. How could such a big man be so utterly adorable? "Er, um...okay, Garrett. Thanks. But really...it's nothing worth getting excited about. I'm just doing what anyone else would in my place."

The snow leopard shook his head slowly and smiled, uncrossing his arms so he could lean forward and place his paw on the hybrid's wonderfully solid shoulder. "Maybe, but you've still done well. I couldn't be prouder of ya if you were my own son."

Something dark and painful flitted across Mel's face as he briefly winced; then it was gone, and he was blushing once more, though Garrett noticed he wouldn't meet his eyes and his face seemed rather shadowed. "That's...really kind of you to say, si--Garrett."

Silently cursing to himself at apparently having stepped on the hybrid's toes--though with as little as they'd spoken of Mel's past, how was he to be expected to know he'd tread on dangerous parental ground?--the shorter cat nevertheless put his arm around his apprentice's shoulders and gently guided him away from the bread rack, to the short hall that led to the back room of the bakery. "You're welcome. Now, if ya don't mind, we've got plenty of time before we open, so how's about we sit down in the back, put up our feet with some coffee and pastries, and have a chat? 'Cause there's something I'd like to talk with ya about." At the look on the hybrid's face, he smiled. "Don't worry, it's something good."

Mel relaxed, though he still seemed a little tense and uncertain, but he smiled back as he followed his boss to the break room, as bashful and soft-spoken as ever despite being the bigger man. "All...all right. That sounds nice, Garrett..."

It didn't take long, after they had both washed up and put away their aprons until later, for both of them to get settled in at the old wooden table that had been there, Garrett was sure, since long before he'd taken over as manager at Loafers. (He'd considered changing the name, but beyond the fact everyone in the neighborhood was used to it and liked it, he had to admit it was just funny enough to retain.) The coffee was poured out--his in an old earthenware mug he'd brought with him from home when he'd first started working here, Mel's in one of the plain cups that made identical rows in the cupboards--and pastries were arranged on the table.

Not just any pastries, either, but a special recipe which the snow leopard had been given by a particular leonine librarian of his acquaintance--the impressively large, handsome, virile, and well-spoken Professor Emeritus Nieve Urquhart. He knew the lion was trying to seduce a way under his apron, of course, and if the older male's still massive and bulky physique weren't enough to make Garrett amenable to such an assignation, his richly deep and irresistible musk, a perfect match for the lion's cultured voice, would be. But the baker did enjoy playing hard-to-get, particularly when in resulted in all manner of gifts...such as these pastries.

Garrett didn't know what exactly was special about them other than their heavenly aroma, but Nieve had told him that the vanilla in the recipe came from Mexico and had been additionally laced with a rare plant that did wonders as an aphrodisiac. If, after making a batch for him, the snow leopard wished to keep some for himself, the librarian had promised he would enjoy the pastries more than he would imagine. Garrett had no idea what that meant...but they would do for a breakfast treat with Mel, and as for the properties of the mysterious plant, they would actually go far toward encouraging the hybrid in the right direction...

Smiling at his apprentice, the snow leopard sat down with a heavy sigh, drawing the creaking chair closer to the table as he leaned on it with both forearms; not polite manners, perhaps, but then this wasn't actually a dinner table, nor were they in a formal setting. "Go on, have a bite. I have it on good authority they're quite delicious, and unique." He took a sip of his coffee and rumbled pleasantly; just the right mix of pungency and sweetness, with the sugar and cream to offset the bitterness.

Mel still looked nervous, presumably because of the as-yet-unrevealed reason for their talk, since treating the hybrid informally was something he'd done since day one. "O-okay." He dug in to the pastries, and despite his worries he must have been rather hungry, considering he took three of them--and they weren't exactly small. "So...what's up, Garrett?"

"Well..." He thought about how best to approach the matter even as he, too, took a couple of the pastries. "We've known each other for several months now, and I...I kind of thought you deserve to know my assessment of ya, and where I'd like our partnership to go from here. Plus, I've always prided myself on my honesty."

The fur rose on the back of Mel's neck again, and his eyes were wide as mooncakes; even his long, drooping whisker-tendrils seemed to be twitching. "Uh...what do you mean, si--Garrett? I mean, of course, you're my boss, you should be evaluating my performance, but..." Flushing a deep red, he hurriedly slurped from his coffee cup to keep from babbling and embarrassing himself any further.

Garrett chuckled softly; he hoped that in time Mel would get over this shyness, for while it was cute, it really made it difficult for them to interact on an equal basis, let alone...in other manners. "I'm not talking about your job performance, Mel. Though as I said, ya are doing pretty damn good. Good enough I'll be happy to maintain you as a full-time apprentice whenever ya give the word you're ready." He took another drink.

Unsurprisingly, the hybrid seemed even more flabbergasted at this announcement, but to his credit he quickly swallowed, sat up straighter, and nodded. "Thank you. That...that means a lot to me. What is it, then? You...said it was something good." For lack of anything better to do, he reached down and picked up a pastry; as soon as he bit in and chewed, however, his eyes widened again, and he moaned. "Speaking of...this is incredible, you've got to try one, sir!"

The snow leopard frowned, though not at the verbal lapse; was he simply trying to distract from the conversation, so the elephant between them never had to come out in the open? Mel had to have gotten inklings as to how he felt, considering the number of times Garrett had been caught eyeing his apprentice... When he bit into a pastry too to humor Mel, however, he discovered the hybrid was right--the vanilla was so very rich and exotic, and there was another flavor beneath it that was so intensely sweet and tangy it made him have to gulp down his coffee...but at the same time, he had to have more.

It was several minutes before either of them could speak again, and somehow in the middle of licking his fingers clean Garrett had to stare in amazement at how Mel was already halfway through his third pastry and reaching for a fourth. He swallowed, drank again, and finally spoke. "Um...anyway, Mel, I..."

"Yeah, Garry?" The hybrid's voice was muffled as he replied with his mouth full, and the chair creaked louder beneath him as he leaned forward on the table to drink. For a few moments he froze in place, cheeks still stuffed, tendrils twitching rather adorably, as he realized what he'd called his boss. But then, after flushing bright red, he began to smile, and far less nervously.

Heartened, the snow leopard pushed on. "Well, I...I just wanted ya to know that...that I really like ya. A lot." Oddly, despite them being in the back room, it seemed to be getting rather hot in here. If he'd had a collar, he would have been tugging it. And now he was the nervous one!

Mel moaned as he stuffed the last of his pastry in his mouth. "Mmm. Well, I like you too, Garry." The name rolled much easier off his tongue this time, and that smile grew wider, more handsome and devilish.

Garrett blushed. "I don't think you're quite getting what I'm saying here, bud. I'd really like to get to know ya better. Lots better." He smiled, turning on all his charm; despite being a rough-and-tumble, blue-collar sort, he had plenty of it to spare, or so the men and women he'd taken to bed had all claimed rather fervently. And it wasn't hard to use it when faced with such a sexy and intriguing man as Mel.

He expected the hybrid to freak out, shove his chair back, begin stammering about impropriety and how it wasn't right for an employer to demand sexual favors of his workers--perhaps even to reveal that he wasn't attracted to other men after all. At the very least, he thought Mel would be embarrassed and protest any attractiveness his boss found in him. But instead, the hybrid grinned at him, licked his lips, and even waggled his eyebrows a little. Well, he'd wanted him to be more relaxed! "Really? I don't know what to say, except I'm really flattered. Why don't you...tell me more."

Silently he decided he would stop resisting the next time Nieve came over to the bakery, as a way of thanking him rather profusely for this special recipe of his; it seemed to have done a number for Mel's confidence, and it seemed his libido too. "It's true. You're smart, great to talk to, fun to be around...and I happen to think you're pretty damn hot. If it's okay with you, I thought we might pursue that. Off-duty, of course." He held his breath.

Mel eyed him speculatively, still with that suggestive smile, and leaned forward; strangely, there was something odd about how he looked in relation to the table, but Garrett couldn't put his finger on what it was. "Okay? It's more than okay with me, boss. I...I'd love to get to know you that way. And better." He tossed down the last of his coffee and grinned, displaying gleaming teeth, his expression not just amiable now, but downright lascivious.

Garrett almost couldn't believe his ears; whatever the reason, whether the pastries or just getting to hear that someone he admired and respected found him attractive and worth pursuing sexually, the hybrid seemed more than ready and willing to take things to the next level. It made the snow leopard's heart thump harder in his chest, and something else throb powerfully in his pants. He too finished his coffee, as well as the last pastry on his plate, then wiped his mouth. "Would ya now? Well then in that case, I've got just one thing to say to ya..."

He rose, turning away to take his plate and mug to the sink to be washed, then paused and looked back as he heard Mel moan again; the pastries weren't that good. He stopped...and stared, his mouth hanging open in shocked disbelief, and he would have rubbed his eyes if his paws weren't full. "Uh...you been working out?"

What had prompted this incredulous question, not at all what he'd been intending to say, was that, however unbelievable and impossible it was, it also couldn't be denied: Mel looked bigger.

And it wasn't even just in his muscle mass either, something which was readily discerned as the hybrid gripped the edge of the table with both paws, his biceps, shoulders, and forearms swelling and bulging before his eyes even though they weren't even being flexed. It was why he'd thought Mel looked odd in relation to the table--even leaning forward, he rose higher above it than he should have while sitting down. As Garrett watched, in fact, he could see his apprentice's head rising incrementally, his horns extending in length and his muzzle broadening as his body, too, grew gradually wider, to the point that he could hear bones popping, see those shoulders pushing outward as the seams of his tank top began shredding and giving way. From the sounds emanating from beneath the table, the same had to be happening to Mel's pants.

That was all he had time to notice, however, nor could he get any other words out to question and try to understand this impossible event. Because as his own paws went slack in shock and allowed the mug and plate to thud on the counter, Garrett suddenly felt a wave of heat wash through his whole body, strong enough to make sweat break out everywhere in his thick fur, while a strange, twisting sensation began deep in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't nausea exactly, in fact there was an oddly pleasurable aspect to it, but it still made him clutch at his midsection and double over--but he knew what it was in moments, for even as he bent over he found himself still able to meet Mel's gray eyes...because he too was taller than he had been. And as he flicked his gaze downward, he could only stare in disbelief as his arms began to swell beneath the spotted fur, his pecs pushing and ballooning outward against his shirt, and tearing sounds began radiating out from all over his clothing.

Even as he stumbled toward the table, one thought pounded through his head: I'll enjoy these more than I could imagine? Damn you, Nieve...

After that, however, there was no more time for thought. Panting and groaning filled the bakery break room from both males as they succumbed to the strange powers of the pastries they'd consumed--and thanks to how many they'd stuffed their faces with, the effects were soon rather striking. The snow leopard couldn't help but stare at his own paw as he held it before his face, watching it swell larger and larger as if he'd been stung by a yellowjacket, until he could easily palm an entire basketball--and Mel's were quite comparable as his claws dug huge gouges out of the old table wood. His head became dizzy as he gained inch after inch of height, although he noticed that the hybrid, even ducked over as he was, still remained taller than he...and was only growing more so.

Then after that there was nothing but the sounds of ripping and tearing as their clothes couldn't contain them any longer--not just their frames expanding and widening, of course, but much more muscle mass being added with each heaving breath, each tense and clench of their limbs, until Garrett could barely believe he was even able to move, let alone flex. Before his watering, fearful, yet fascinated eyes, the forearms he'd built from years of kneading bread dough bulged and swelled to incredible proportions, but they were far outmatched by his biceps which grew more immense with every passing moment. But they in turn were not to be outdone by his pecs, which seemed to be shedding pounds of fat to be replaced by just as much muscle. The same was happening to his thighs and calves as they ripped through the cloth of his pants, and his back and shoulders too were hulking out monstrously. The only thing which didn't change much, he realized, was his belly, which remained as plush and plump as ever even as it grew larger overall.

Groaning in a voice made much deeper by his increased size, the snow leopard lashed his now enormous fluffy tail, which was big enough he could hear it pass through the air with slow, shuddering whumps--he could feel the end of it brushing against the cabinets which should have been a good four or five feet behind him!--and flexed in spite of himself. With a lusty growl he felt the last stitches give way, his apron straps tearing free so the material fell to the floor around his feet while his shirt burst apart into shredded strips of cloth. Bare chest heaving, he leaned against the table...heard it creak dangerously and hurriedly pulled back before it collapsed under his weight...and grunted as with another flex, this time of rather gargantuan thighs, his pants also gave up the ghost. A rush of relief swept through him as a painful pressure he hadn't even realized was there suddenly vanished, his previously constricted groin now free to swing and sway between his legs...hanging much, much lower than he remembered it, and feeling so very heavy. He swore he could hear his sac sloshing!

Finally, after what seemed endless time but surely couldn't have been more than five or ten minutes, the growth slowed to a stop. Panting and gasping from the rush of wooziness and unsteadiness turning into strength and power, Garrett shook his head slowly, noting it felt much heavier than it should, and as the twisting in his stomach stopped he rose back to his full height again--and almost fell over in shock. The ceiling of the room, which should have been a good five feet above his head, was now only a foot away, easily reached by an uplifted paw. In fact as he looked around, the whole room felt much smaller indeed, as he loomed above counters, stove, table, and just about everything else. It felt so strange...and yet, so very right. A good four feet in height gained, shoulders now spanning a foot or two wider, and easily an extra hundred or a hundred and fifty pounds of solid, unyielding muscle.

As the bewilderment, fear, and annoyance passed into pleasure and cockiness, the snow leopard couldn't help but grin hugely, lifting one mighty arm to flex it just so he could see the muscles swell and pop, then doing the same with the meaty curves of his now massive pectorals. Watching the way his thick, ebony-skinned nipples twitched and danced as they pointed downwards from his chest, Garrett growled happily. He'd always regretted letting himself go, once he focused less on heavy lifting and exercise, more on his 9-to-5 job and managing a business. He'd also always hated being so relatively short, especially for a cat. This was much more like an apex predator was supposed to be!

Cupping his pecs (and marveling at how they were actually too large for even both of his enlarged paws to hold), he looked down along his body, at the belly that had now turned instead into a solid musclegut, then at the shredded pants and split shoes which surrounded his naked lower half--at the much, much larger onyx leopardhood with its fat, uncut head thicker than his fist had once been, and the matching nuts which were each the size of his current fists! Chuckling to himself, he looked up at his apprentice to see how the hybrid was enjoying his boss's new size...and his jaw dropped.

Not only was Mel just as thick and bulging with muscle as he was, if not more, but the tips of his horns actually brushed the ceiling. He was a foot taller, and completely filled the ten-foot room from top to bottom.

Garrett couldn't stop himself from staring admiringly, running his bulging eyes up and down the hybrid's frame. He'd wondered for some time just what Mel looked like under his clothes, and now that his apprentice had grown unnaturally large, it was all revealed for him to see. The golden tabby fur of his tiger heritage rippled and flattened with his every shift in emotions, covering thick, meaty muscles and adorable chubbiness alike, although the latter could not disguise his very broad shoulders or heavy, massive arms and legs. The bristles that ran down his head and back were now quite visible, as were the tufts of fur draping along the underside of his forearms, and the fur which sprouted between his wonderfully rounded, dense pecs flowed enticingly as a treasure trail down over his belly until it joined with the groin fur that formed a nest for his cock. And what a cock it was--uncut like the snow leopard's, a warm pink in hue, the tip already dripping and drooling glittering pre to extend in long streams toward the floor, the shaft easily as thick as his wrist...and as he watched, it was growing even larger as it became erect, already reaching a beautiful ten inches and still expanding.

He was still staring at it, vaguely aware that his jaw hung open and saliva was starting to drool out, when Mel suddenly spoke up, his voice much deeper now and tinged with wry, rather cocky amusement. "If you're not gonna close your mouth, Garry, maybe you should be putting it to work..."

The snow leopard snapped it shut at once, but couldn't quell the flush that came to his cheeks...nor could he be sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. Swallowing hard, he shook his head and tried to gather his thoughts, but everything was disappearing into the burgeoning lust that was growing inside his groin. He couldn't even speak right. "Uh...h-holy hell...Mel, I..." His mouth was so dry, and he could barely hear himself over the thudding of his much larger heart. His paws flexed instinctively, longing to grasp and run all over the hybrid's thickly muscled body. "I want you so damn bad, Mel. I've wanted you for a long while now..."

As if he'd been waiting to hear those words, Mel grinned broadly--and with a powerful lunge that both made Garrett's heart jump into his throat and his pulse race with intense lust, the hybrid leapt across the room, grabbed his shoulders, and thrust his muzzle in for a kiss.

Garrett felt the solidity of the wall as he slammed into it, but it seemed distant, like something happening to someone else, as he was lost completely in that kiss. It wasn't just the rather exotic flavor of Mel's lips and breath, or the fervency with which his tongue wrapped around the baker's--it was the sheer demanding nature of it all, how the larger male kept him pinned firmly in place as he pressed their naked bodies together and poured every ounce of passion that he could into that kiss. Whether this was all a mere byproduct of Nieve's special pastries or if it were a natural wellspring of lust that had always been within Mel and was only now enflamed and released, it was overwhelming...and he wanted more.

Wrapping his arms around Mel's broad shoulders and gripping his bristles securely, the snow leopard groaned deep and passionately, driving his tongue fiercely into the hybrid's muzzle...swirling, exploring, tracing over every inch as he sealed their lips together with fiery, hungry motions. And as their chests heaved almost as one, as he felt that still erecting tiger-dragon dick rising up between them to brush its tip against the bottom of his beefy pecs, and as his own lusciously thick black spire ground into Mel's musclegut to leave a sticky patch of hot pre in his treasure trail, Garrett braced himself...flexed the now enormous, rock-hard bulges of his cantaloupe biceps...and shoved backwards with unrelenting force.

Caught off-balance, Mel stumbled, then fell back until his ass came up against the stainless steel cake-decorating table--and taking advantage of this, Garrett toppled him onto his back, pouncing atop the hybrid for another violent kiss.

If they had still been wearing clothes, the snow leopard would have been ripping them off right about now. As it was, he still couldn't keep his paws off of Mel--rubbing, caressing, groping everywhere he could reach, feeling up thick muscle and soft-furred pudge alike. Every touch elicited another moan and growl...and not only from the hybrid, as the combination of finally getting to make out with his apprentice and their heightened arousal overwhelmed Garrett as well.

Before he was even aware of it, the baker had Mel's shoulders pinned down, and despite the hybrid still being larger than he, his ferocity and hunger gave him all control. Smiling toothily, he ground against the other male's lower half, pushing his golden-and-cream-furred thighs apart so that his naked cock could press between Mel's rumpcheeks. The tightness of that crevice, and the firm muscle clenching around him, made Garrett shudder and lick his lips lustily--something so wonderfully deep, so capable of powerful pressure, was tailor made for him to penetrate. And with his much larger endowment, he couldn't wait to try it out.

"This," he whispered huskily, "has been so worth the wait, boy." Before Mel could do more than swallow hard, his eyes bright with passion at the snow leopard taking on a daddy role, Garrett was pressing his muzzle to the hybrid's again, pushing his tongue inside to stake his claim. One paw stayed on Mel's chest, kneading and groping at his sizable pecs and making quite certain to rub and tug at his broad, tender nipples, making the hybrid squirm and groan; the other paw moved downward, grasping one leg and pushing it aside to make room. He shifted; aimed his hips at just the right angle; and then with a lurid growl he thrust up and in, the meaty crown of his ebony shaft prying Mel's tailhole open with a burst of slick pre.

Instantly Mel arched his back and let out a strange but extremely arousing roar, the violation of his larger but still exquisitely tight ring filling him with ecstasy so that his girthy hybrid cock lurched and smacked back into his musclegut, shooting a long, clear spray of pre all over his chest and face. Garrett grinned down at him, teeth gleaming. "Glad you like it, son...there's so much more to come!" Still gripping and rubbing Mel's nubs teasingly, watching avidly as intense pleasure played across the hybrid's scrunched-up features, the snow leopard wriggled his hips from side to side again, gasping himself as the pressure increased each time he moved. Then he drove in, almost all the way to the hilt.

Again the tiger-dragon roared, and this time so did Garrett--despite his greater size, Mel was still so blissfully tight! Squeezing his nipples, the spotted cat used all the strength in his new muscles to yank back and up, nearly pulling free except for his head, then rammed back in once more. And again, and again...each time harder, deeper, and more vigorous than the last, until the metal table beneath them squeaked, groaned, and protested constantly. It did not collapse or buckle, however, and so its creaks only acted as counterpoint as the baker rode his apprentice's ass in earnest.

Those cheeks were indeed quite solid and unyielding, perfect to plow between, and with his strength and experience he was able to do just that, forcing them apart just enough to let him in but still leaving that wonderful bubble shape to press and clench inward. Leaning down over Mel, tail lashing above him, Garrett leered at him possessively as he ground his gut against the hybrid's pulsing shaft, smearing his viscous pre into his white belly fur. "Yeah, you love this, don't you...you want more?"

"I...I want it all," Mel answered him feverishly, voice thick with desire. He reached up to rub his oversized paws over the snow leopard's chest, claws teasing and stroking his steel-hard nipples.

"Then that's what I'll give you..." And he did, oh how he did.

He was absolutely certain, from Mel's previous shyness and inexperience, that he was a virgin; but even if not, his ass was so tight thanks to Garrett's swollen size that he might as well have been...and he took every advantage of that that he could. Hissing and moaning as his own tender nubs were twisted and tugged, he gritted his teeth, angled his hips, and slammed every single ebony inch of feline member into that spacious yet deliciously constrictive tailhole, using every ounce of strength within his flexing, eager body. Again, and again, and again...and with each penetration, his balls smacked with spanking force into Mel's upturned striped cheeks, while each full burial of his member made him groan and lash his spotted tail...the heat and slickness was incredible, he needed more.

The table continued to squeak and shudder beneath them, and Garrett had to be grateful its legs were sunk into the concrete floor--though part of him wished they weren't, so that he could drive the table across the room with the power of his thrusts alone, until it was battering against the wall. As it was, it still rocked and swayed more and more violently with each pounding, but the tiger-dragon took it all in stride...in fact he growled and begged for it all the more. "You want this? You want your daddy leopard stuffing you good, boy? Want to feel every damn inch fucking you rotten?"

"Yes...damn it, I do. I want it so, so bad..."

"I can't hear you," Garrett snarled lustily, pulling back and gyrating his hips so that just his pulsing tip throbbed within his cub's ring.

"I want it, I want it, I WANT IT!!" His words came out as a strangled roar.

In reward, the beefy snow leopard slammed into him harder than ever, making their pelvises grind and Mel's teeth rattle. "That's right, I know you do...you've wanted it ever since you came in my bakery, haven't you?"

"Yes...ohhh God, yes...mmm, wanted to know what you had under that apron, Daddy..."

"Well I wanted you too...and now I'm having you. Now you're mine..." With those words, Garrett stepped up his pace even more, plunging his veined length in and out with fervent, reckless abandon, uncaring for how virginal Mel might be--and despite his size, the sheer enormous output of slippery leopard pre that burst from his slit with every heartbeat made things more than lubricated enough to handle it, that enlarged hybrid ass more than big enough to accept his rough ride while still clenching oh so tightly around him. He took advantage of that, too, grunting and snarling as he completely gave himself over--not just to what the pastries had unlocked within him, but the pent-up desires he'd had ever since Mel first became his apprentice, since he'd admired those thick arm and chest muscles, that incredibly ample groin, and that gorgeous, shapely ass. Now that he had his chance, could act on his secret yearnings, he had no intention of stopping until he was sated...and he knew Mel didn't want him to, which just made his cock throb even more eagerly.

On and on he impaled that gorgeous ass--he didn't know how long, it felt like blissful hours but, since no one came into the bakery to interrupt them, couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes--and every instant of it was filled with harsh breathing, lusty growls, flexing muscles, and spurt after spurt of pre from both of them. Soon Garrett's chest hair and beard were soaked with the hybrid's sticky fluids, and Mel's cheeks were so sopping and dripping that every motion filled the air with lewd squelching sounds, just as the steel table was becoming covered with a broad, thickening puddle of pre that soon overflowed the sides to stream onto the floor. With every thrust it just got sloppier, slipperier, and hotter as the friction built, but Garrett couldn't stop and wouldn't until they both had had their fill, his hips rutting vigorously as he claimed Mel with every bit of strength in his new muscles.

Sadly the snow leopard did not have nearly the staying power of his larger feline kin, not even with the enhanced stamina Nieve's pastries had given him, offset as it was by his intense desire for Mel, how long he'd been wanting that plush striped ass. After several more minutes of wild and fervent riding, the table squeaking and rocking as if it were about to rip free of its seatings and his balls churning ever more heavily as they smacked the hybrid's cheeks and dragged through the thick, sticky layers of pre coating the metal surface, he lost control utterly--arching his back and roaring to the ceiling, thick spotted fur puffing and frizzing even as it was plastered down by sweat that dripped from his onyx nipples and the deep cleft between his boulder-like pecs.

Again, and again, and once more he roared, loud enough that were he having any rational thoughts he'd be grateful for the bakery still being closed so that no one was nearby to hear him--and then his wrist-thick black leopardhood leaped, hosing down Mel's inner walls with the first shot alone. But there were more, so many more...two, four, eight, ten, each as voluminous and searingly hot as the first, until he was sure that Mel's belly would be bulging even if it weren't already such a large musclegut. Soon it was escaping around the seal of his girthy cockbase, covering the table between their legs and under that fine ass like the thickest and richest of frostings, so that even as it splattered and sprayed out in white halos to rain across the room behind him, it also covered the stainless steel with heavy, viscous puddles. He'd never been this potent, or this sticky--apparently Nieve's pastries didn't just make a man grow, they made him healthier too!

Finally, after many more minutes of thrusting and grinding madly against Mel's tailhole, watching avidly as the tiger-dragon arched and panted beneath him, his own cock spewing out equally copious and thick cream to cover his face and torso, Garrett's load began to subside. But of course, as the river of cum slowed to a stream and then a trickle, he found his shaft hadn't lost an inch of hardness, staying as throbbing and ready to go as ever...and when Mel's uncut penis also ceased shooting, standing out at what had to be a foot and a half of pink, vein-mapped majesty above his heaving chest and belly, it showed no signs of going down either.

Slowly, Garrett smiled. Panting as he began to carefully extricate himself from the winded hybrid's ass, he gazed down at his apprentice with what he knew was a rapacious, possessive gleam in his eyes. "Mmm...good boy, a very good boy...but I'm not done yet..."

Mel blinked up at him, eyes slightly glazed over and expression lost in euphoric confusion, but before he could do more than smile in anticipation, the snow leopard had pulled free, allowing an even huger wave of sticky seed to pour out of his gaping ass and making the hybrid moan anew...and then he was sliding forward, climbing onto Mel's spread thighs and thick waist, wriggling atop his gut so that lurching pillar of masculinity was pinned down, two aching, prolific orbs sliding by on either side as he dragged himself up his apprentice's body. By the time his ebony tip hovered before Mel's muzzle, bobbing and dripping, the hybrid's own length had popped free from beneath Garrett...and with one paw behind him to hold it flat against that plushly-furred gut, he soon had it aimed properly.

"Time for me to get my cream filling," the snow leopard panted smugly--and with a lusty grunt, shoved backward, pushing Mel's foreskin back as his plump head popped into the baker's waiting tailhole.

The hybrid arched again, letting out another roar mingled with a strangled gasp, even as his eyes bulged widely--he seemed unable to countenance this, that after the increase in his urges and confidence which had led him to pounce his boss, he was now pinned and ridden like a pro despite being the larger man. But as Garrett licked his lips and worked his well-used ring onto Mel's rigid length, he also saw the excitement and arousal in those gray eyes and he knew the hybrid wanted to be dominated, held down, made to fill another man's ass.

Grinning fiercely down at his boy, the daddy leopard dug his fingers into Mel's fur, hanging on securely, and did exactly that, impaling himself on that monstrous shaft, his tailhole stretching open inch by inch as the pink flesh sank within it with deliciously loud slurps and squelches...each throb of the tiger-dragon's sensitive, exposed glans making him growl and moan as he felt another hard shot of pre lance into his innards.

Again and again he took him, his ass well-practiced and used to being stuffed, his larger size and Nieve's magical pastries letting him accept even such an oversized endowment...but even that wasn't enough. He needed more pleasure, needed to work out these insatiable urges within him. So he moved his paws from Mel's shoulders--his own weight and the hybrid's overpowering lusts keeping him in place--so that he could grasp his own cock firmly around the thick base, beginning to stroke all along its heated length. Aiming the tip at the tiger-dragon's panting, open muzzle, he drove forward on his knees, alternating each thrust so that whenever he rode up Mel's member, his own pushed into the waiting mouth, covering that lolling tongue with his musky pre. And his other paw...he rested that on Mel's chest, cupping his pec as he rubbed, thumbed, and tugged that large, tempting nipple.

The reaction was immediate, of course, the hybrid arching his back sharply and thrusting upward to drive his cock even deeper into Garrett's ass as Mel moaned, growled, and panted in desperate, passionate need. With each twist, caress, and knead of that thick, tender nub, the tiger-dragon stiffened and gyrated all the more, and the snow leopard had to smile naughtily at the way this would let him maintain control--Mel was his to arouse and entice now, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

Biting his lip at the exquisite ecstasy burning through his loins and ass, the baker grunted as he rode with increasing vigor and anticipation. He'd never had a male as large as this inside him before, and the largest had taken so much more preparation and certainly left him sore for many days afterward. This, however...their expanded size, the incredibly prolific pre, and something inexplicable in Nieve's magic enabled him to handle it all, to love it and even beg for more.

Gritting his teeth, he stared down at Mel held between his powerful thighs, rocking and thrusting confidently through his gripping fingers and the hybrid's pursed lips. "Oh yeah...that's it...suck Daddy's cock...gonna get a nice big load all right...get you all battered up with my frosting..." It was corny as hell, laughable even, but it called up just the right imagery of that viscous fluid his apprentice would soon be drinking and wearing, and Mel seemed as enthralled by it as he was--eyes lidded, tongue lolling as it slurped and lapped at the underside of his shaft, chest heaving with desire--and he knew that with his increased potency, it was the simple truth, and one they would both enjoy to the very limit.

He had no idea how long they went at it this time...minute seemed to bleed into minute, waves of ecstasy washed over them both, roars escaped both throats as time seemed to slow and dicks that refused to go down kept throbbing, hardening, lurching, and spewing in the tight grip of asshole and cheeks, fingers and muzzle. He felt his balls lurch and throb, clenching and rolling as they pulled up tight against his body, then releasing an immensely copious burst of daddy leopard seed to flood and overflow Mel's mouth, pouring down his cheeks and chin to add to the mess covering the tabletop. The impossibly tight constriction of his ring around the hybrid's own member, and how Garrett gripped his nipples like vises, only sent Mel into orbit too, matching and surpassing the leopard's output to bulge out his gut with his intensely powerful orgasm.

But it didn't end there...for each of them continued to ride and rut, thrust and pound, Garrett's fingers refusing to release those nipples while Mel's lips and tongue similarly wouldn't let go of that onyx meat. Load after load, gush after gush, one blast after another soaking and pouring out of his ass to match what covered and filled his apprentice's mouth...he lost track after five, lost only in the blissful sensation of his nuts bouncing and swaying as they seemed not to lose an inch of size, and Mel's remained just as heavy and sloshing against his clenching rump. Only when the hybrid needed to breathe did he pull free of his muzzle, and still he spurted and sprayed over that upturned face with its handsome draconic tendrils until finally it ached too much to continue. Only when Mel had lost control of his hips and thighs, shuddering and gasping in the backwash of so many orgasms until his muscles were too weak to thrust any longer, did he collapse on the table with a groan of metal to echo his own--and still his shaft pulsed within Garrett, coating his insides, endlessly escaping their outclassed capacity, leaving an even more lewd slurp and sticky squelch from that sea being stirred about and flowing toward the edge to the floor.

And when it finally ended, and with a gasping, shuddering, final moan Garrett slid back down Mel's slippery, sweaty chest, his cock pressed against the other male's belly while he collapsed atop him...paws caressing and stroking at those broad pecs, tongue lapping idly and lips kissing tenderly at the nearest nipple...the snow leopard could only feel more sated, pleased, and perfectly stuffed than he ever had in his life. Embracing Mel as tightly as he could in his weakened state, the spotted feline beast lay draped across him, smiling wearily and dazedly, purring like a diesel motor, that rigid meat still speared up his backside where he very much wanted it.

"Nnnnghhh...mmmm...oh fuck, that was incredible, Mel...everything I imagined it'd be, and more..."

It took quite a while for Mel to recover his breath, and even when he sounded somewhat stable and controlled again, it still seemed difficult for him to find the right words. "You got that right, Garrett...I can't believe--I mean, I've wanted you for a while now, and I hoped you wanted me too, but I never thought we'd actually...or that it would be so..." Swallowing hard, the hybrid chuckled weakly, looking down at him over the heaving mounds of his sweaty, pre- and cum-soaked pectorals, and despite how the snow leopard had just dominated him so thoroughly, he instinctively ran his paw over his boss's head and ears, cupping and petting him as if he were the submissive, more like their relative sizes suggested.

Garrett chuckled too, shrugging a little, as if this sort of thing happened every day; it was the only way he could deal with the strange transformation Nieve had wreaked upon them. "I know what ya mean. It was really intense. I guess we wanted each other more than we knew. And that we're both pretty damn studly." He winked and was rewarded by a laugh and a deep blush--it seemed some of the confidence and swagger was wearing off, letting his natural shyness reassert itself. On his newly larger frame it was even more endearing than before.

The hybrid shook his head in bemusement. "That was a dream come true for me. Not just getting to be with you, or how hot the sex was...but being the bigger guy, but still being dominated. How did you know I was into that?"

He grinned. "Lucky guess. And well, I'm a pretty short guy--or at least, I used to be--" Mel chuckled appreciatively. "--so I kind of have to be assertive and make the bigger guys do what I want if I want to be anything more than a bottom boy in their eyes."

Mel smiled fondly and ran his huge tabby paw over his cheek. "You'd never be that to me." He paused, then furrowed his brow as a searching, confused look crossed his face. "Uh, speaking of what you used to be...how did we get like this? I mean, I know it had to be the pastries, but..."

Garrett sighed and smirked wryly; he'd known this question would be coming eventually, once intellect won out over lust. "Would ya believe me if I told ya it was magic?"

"Actually I would." His gray eyes twinkled merrily.

"Yeah...I got 'em from a friend of mine, this big lion at the library--"

"You mean Professor Nieve?" Mel blinked in surprise, looking rather awed even as he flushed in renewed arousal. "God, I've always thought he was so damn hot--so big, such massive muscles, nothing like you'd think a librarian would have, but always so formal and smart and well-dressed..."

The snow leopard nodded; despite being much closer to Nieve's age (or at least how old he appeared to be; Garrett had some suspicions about that...), he'd felt just as tongue-tied and impressed as his young apprentice when he'd met the lion for the first time. "He does tend to stick out, doesn't he? Well anyway, he gave me those pastries, said they were a special recipe I'd enjoy. Should've known what he was up to; he loves playing sexy pranks like that, especially on guys he thinks would enjoy it, especially having to do with size."

Mel began to laugh now, appreciating the humor as well as the conniving cleverness of it all. "I'd say something about typical cats, but that'd sound like pots and kettles, wouldn't it?" He paused again, then his eyes widened, looking rather worried. "Um...but this isn't permanent, is it? Not that I don't love this size and all, but I really don't think I could explain this to my family. And we're kind of, uh, stuck naked as jaybirds...since we're way too big for any clothes here now...and the bakery's going to be opening soon..."

For a moment Garrett started to panic at thought, something he somehow hadn't even considered; while the neighborhood locals and the regulars who always stopped by would probably understand, albeit with some grumbling, if he opened late and made an excuse about a gas leak or other kitchen danger, that wouldn't explain their size and nudity. How could they ever...?

Breathing in and out slowly to calm himself, the snow leopard glanced at the clock on the wall behind Mel and forced a relaxed smile onto his face. "Don't worry, we've still got another half hour before we open and I'm sure this will have worn off by then. Nieve's been in the city a long time, and no one's caught wind of his little tricks yet. He's subtle and careful, so I bet this'll be just a really hot memory before ya know it. We can wash up, and I've got some extra clothes in my locker here we can wear. Though I think we're gonna have to wait till later to clean up the break room..." He laughed ruefully, glancing around at the table and the floor around them, still covered with musky, pungent, rapidly cooling seed.

Mel let out an explosive sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God! I was so afraid..." He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Garrett, making that strange combination of feline purring and draconic growling he'd done before as he nuzzles against the baker's cheek. "Then I guess that means we can have a really nice cuddle afterglow. My favorite part."

Garrett grinned more naturally and returned the embrace, pressing up against that sticky ass he was still embedded within, though slowly softening, his face resting on Mel's chest. "I kind of have to agree. And now that we both know how we feel, well...with or without pastries, I'm pretty sure we'll be doing this again, right?"

His apprentice beamed in a way that made him even more handsome, eyes bright with the sweet heart Mel had shown from their first meeting. "You bet we will! Wouldn't want it with any other snow leopard."

"And I wouldn't want it with any other..." He trailed off, and suddenly found himself flushing for a reason that had nothing to do with arousal. How could he never have asked this? "Um...God, this is awkward, son, but...what do ya call yourself, anyway? A hybrid like you is pretty unique and all."

Now it was Mel's turn to blush again, and he ducked his chin even as a smile crept onto his muzzle. "Well, I'm a dragon, and a cat...and there's something my mother's always called me, especially when I was misbehaving..." He paused again, waited until Garrett prompted him with a questioning look, then said, "A drat."

Garrett stared at him speechless for several long moments--and then burst out laughing, collapsing on his chest as tears of mirth started streaming from his eyes. And it wasn't long before Mel was joining in.