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Joining the Club

By Luther

Jerry was a snow leopard of not terribly unusual build, normal whitish-grey coloration and spots, one tail and four paws and all that. However, Jerry had a bit of a problem. Okay maybe it wasn't a 'bit', it was a huge problem.

Jerry had a two foot long cock.

Yes, that might not immediately sound like such a big deal. Most guys would love to be larger in that department but few ever really stop to consider how troublesome having an organ so large could be. Though Jerry was twenty two, it seemed like puberty never stopped for him and just kept growing. Of course it wasn't until he passed a foot and a half at age nineteen that he was embarrassed enough to see a doctor and learn that he was what was colloquially known as a hyperfur.

The rest of his time was spent learning to deal with it. He had tried most everything he could think of. He had misrepresented himself in online dating profiles as being 'above average', thinking that maybe in the time before the reveal he could gauge how his date felt about hypers or convince them that there might be nothing wrong with it. It never really worked, at least not in the long term way he wanted. Those who weren't scared off or who found it amusing in a humiliating way only treated Jerry like a novelty, something to talk about with their friends later. A few nights were salvaged by this after the moment of truth came and he managed to satisfy a guy or gal (he wasn't picky and saw the allure in both) in his own way by being so new and different. But it was always a passing thing and he knew he was just being reduced to an object at that point.

The snow leopard even attempted the opposite, advertising his size behind a facade of pride. Perhaps if he could manage to project the confidence everything else would fall into place? He was rewarded more of the same but with less time wasted at least. A few prospects but most were just in it for bragging rights on the biggest cock they could take. Sometimes he would let them go for it too, knowing he was nothing more than a challenge to them. A couple of them even managed his amazing size for a short time but ultimately it always ended the same way.

There was another problem though, one that kept popping up all the time and quite literally. While acceptance would be wonderful it wouldn't change the fact that he was always horny. It seems all these studies kept confirming the same thing: that hypers have an increased libido that was directly related to the condition.

Condition, as if it were some sort of illness.

Well if it wasn't an illness it certainly still created problems for him. While it might have been great for some people of normal size, for him it frequently caused disaster. Ignoring the obvious distracting qualities that assaulted him when a shapely rump and crotch bounded across his vision, the beast barely contained between his legs always put a literal strain on his pants. Tailoring issues were a whole different set of woes. He had actually torn through a pair or two and there were times where it had gotten so bad that he had to tape the damn thing down to get through an important meeting or event. It wouldn't be so bad if he could derive a deeper satisfaction with a sexual partner who might stick around in spite of or even because of it. But alas, when it came to pleasuring himself he frequently had to get creative when having to use both hands. Damn, did his arms get tired.

At least there was some understanding. The media and foundations helped at times to spread awareness. It didn't exactly take a lot to accommodate a hyper, but even so there were times he wished he could go for a couple of days without pitching a tent at work, even if people did understand. He couldn't exactly hide it at any rate. Even if he were flaccid it looked as if he were attempting to hide a bottle of soda down the front of his pants. Yes, there had been embarrassing shoplifting accusations and no, slouching or wearing sweat pants never really helped.

He had also known that there were others out there like him but he never really met another. Something would feature in the news concerning a study about it or it would appear in certain books, especially biographies and autobiographies. He was guilty of purchasing the latter just to gain some insight into the lives of those who were also afflicted with hypertrophy but manage to be successful. How did they do it?

Afflicted. There was that word again. At times he couldn't help but think it.

So what does one do in this situation? He had tried hiding it and lying about it but that had no chance. He tried pretending like it wasn't a big deal but it always was to him. There were attempts at finding a dating service for hypers but the only one he could see seemed to cater for furs on the other side of the continent. No luck there. But what about something else?

On a random whim one day he initiated a keyword search for his local area. It took him a while, travelling through many degrees of separation and a few red herrings that kept leading back to the same unfortunately named tanning spa, but he found something. It was a website ran by someone local, someone who seemed proud to be hyper. The name read 'Major Johnson' but, for some reason, Jerry doubted the guy was actually military.

For some reason, he found the courage to e-mail him.

And he got a response. Back and forth they talked for a couple of days until this Johnson fellow invited him to drinks. It was a public place during daylight hours, nothing too much. He would go to this. He resolved to meet him. Something had to change.

He arrived at Stucky's Bar, a wood-paneled hole in the wall that he tended to frequent after work. He knew people here and it was why he was comfortable setting this place up to meet. 'Johnson' was remarkably easy to find, a massive bison sitting at the bar on a stool almost comically small for him.

Jerry approached. He saw the shaggy mass of brown fur that tumbled over the big guy's neck and shoulders, the way those two horns dipped with his head and then rose back up as he pounded back a shot of something strong.

"Are you Johnson?" the cat asked, just to make sure.

The big bovine turned around, spinning in his seat to face the speaker. It was then that Jerry noticed the bison's namesake. As bulgy as Jerry's own pants were even when soft, this was another class entirely. Sitting in his lap between cargo pockets, resembling a smuggled load of bread, was what told Jerry that he found the person he was looking for.

It was probably the first time Jerry saw cargo pants actually carrying cargo.

The bison laughed. "I don't mind if you look. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it."

How Jerry wished he could have such a cavalier attitude about it. Instead he just smiled, trying to fight back the spread of rosy pink he knew must be appearing on his cheeks.

"I-I'm Jerry, nice to meet you," he said.

"Likewise, Jerry. Call me Carl."

And so they talked for a time, drinking and laughing at terrible jokes. The leopards nervousness almost immediately washed away and was replaced with a strange sense of security, as if he had known this guy for quite a while. A couple of hours passed and one would never guess the two just met tonight.

When Carl first stood up it was when Jerry learned that the bison was about a foot taller than him and couldn't help but notice how his heavy package swung even in the confines of his pants. He had to turn to face the bar and hide the jolt of excitement in his own crotch.

"Say, you seem pretty cool about everything," Carl said at length, after they had drained a few beers. "I think the others like might to meet you."

"Others?"

"Yeah, a few other hypers and I get together on the first of every month at my place. You're welcome to come if you want. Next one is tomorrow night."

Jerry thought for a moment and nodded. The beer might have had a bit to do with it but he didn't have that much. He genuinely felt comfortable and relieved to find someone else like him. A whole house of them had to be that much better. So he accepted and Carl handed him a card invitation with the time and address.

"See you there!" he said while getting up and clapped his hand on Jerry's shoulders, leaving the snow leopard to his own thoughts.

The next night, Jerry found himself looking at the invitation sat there for a time, thumbs on the corners of the invitation card, worrying the edges of it. He pondered whether he should go or not, eyes lingering on the address, until he finally decided to give it a shot. What was the worst that could happen? Something had to change, after all.

So he went. It was a relatively short drive until he reached the edge of town and found a large ranch-styled house. It looked like where he'd expect Carl to live. He went up the front and knocked on the door.

Carl answered, only Carl was completely nude. This was doubly surprising because he was a big enough man that his crotch wasn't as far from eye-level as others. It was definitely among the first things he saw.

"Hey Jerry, nice to see ya!"

If the leopard had trouble fighting off blushing before, he had no chance now.

"Oh, sorry about that!" the bison continued. "I forgot to tell you . . ." he said, trailing off.

"Huh?" The cat was only half-listening.

"Clothing isn't optional, its disallowed entirely."

"Wait what?"

"We find that it just makes things easier for everyone to be themselves and literally get everything out in the open. Besides, you know restraining it is. There's no pretense here."

Jerry considered argument or even just backing away -but almost immediately thought better when he caught sight of an antelope girl with an ass bigger than any he had seen before, massive cheeks and thighs rolling off of one another with every step. He mentally flashed to images of sinking himself deep into her before coming back to the present with her vanishing from view.

In a remarkably short amount of time he felt his pants grow absurdly tight and restricting. It was the sound of a crotch seam popping that got both of their attentions.

"Well it looks like part of you doesn't mind. I see you got a glimpse of Ashley," the buffalo said. "Why don't you take off those cumbersome clothes and you can go inside and meet her. I'm sure she'd be very receptive of you."

Suddenly that didn't sound like such a bad idea. He now knew why it was held out way out here. No pesky neighbors or anyone to offend. Maybe he could get to meet her and he'd definitely be able to see more of Carl.

He grinned and went inside, already unbuttoning his shirt.

Jerry didn't know what to expect. All he knew is that he was doing this naked so why the hell not? He found furs mingling in the kitchen and den, out on the porch. There was music and laughter and food and a light atmosphere that made him comfortable. Everywhere he looked there were others like him. The guys were huge, bearing members at least as large as their forearms and balls to match. The girls were huge, breasts the size of their heads at minimum, butts that would make the seat of any jeans beg for mercy.

It was a first: this foreign sensation of feeling outclassed, yet it was strangely welcome. He didn't feel like the odd one here. In fact, he felt the most normal he had in a long time. Hell some even made him feel small.

Time passed, he had drinks, got to meet a few people. He even managed to remember some names when he wasn't ogling someone. Some, he discovered actually lived not too far away, while others had come from out of town. This entire time the thrill of meeting new people had kept other distractions in check but, midway through listening to a rather corny joke, he caught another fleeting view of the antelope he had learned was called Ashley. Before he knew it he was starting to go stiff, something he couldn't seem to resist and a fact that Carl noticed.

"Got a little excited, did ya?" the bison said. "No problem there. Maybe Ashley can help you out."

His eyes went wide as Carl got her attention and waved her over. Looks like he was going to meet her after all, but like this? He couldn't hide his erection, it was as much an attendee as him and it refused to be hidden. Ready or not, she was coming over. She smiled and grabbed her drink and, no sooner had she entered their little group did she did see the issue.

"Is this the new guy you told me about?" she giggled, looking over to the bison before flashing her eyes back to Jerry. "And I see he's having a hard time already. You're lucky he's cute."

"Isn't he?" Carl nodded before passing behind the leopard and whispering into his ear. "You're in luck too. She really, really likes big cats."

Jerry shyly introduced himself, which she seemed to eat up. Whatever he was to her, it appeared to be her type. She got him a drink, reached below to grab his cock (as if she had to reach far), and jokingly placed it between those massive tan breasts of hers. He was amazed, not just by the act but by the fact his shaft was engulfed entirely by them, with only his head emerging near the top of her cleavage.

He was already putty in her hands.

"How about you and I head into the back room and get to know each other?" she asked. Without really waiting for him to respond, her tongue darted out and ran itself along the tapered head of his member. He didn't think it was possible for it to get even harder but that made it so. He shivered, grabbed her hand, and took her to the back room. She got her answer.

The door closed behind him, moonlight and cool air poured in through the window to wrap around their bodies. It was a fine night. She teased him towards the bed with her gentle hands that could find their way to places quicker than he thought possible.

Admittedly, the whole night had been foreplay to them both. They were bundles of sexual energy wound up tightly by the party and now they were in the same room with relative privacy. The two of them were more than ready to practically tear into each other. Everyone outside knew what they were doing but they didn't care. Jerry wasn't even thinking about it, only one thing was on his mind.

There was a breaking point where neither could stand teasing the other any longer. Pretense dropped and they became what they were: a pair of animals. She tossed herself on the bed, landing on her back and looking back up at him. He was right on top of her, kissing and nipping at her neck to her pleasured growls. His bobbing cock brushed against her slick pussy as their hips jostled. She broke a kiss:

"Just fuck me already," she said. It sounded more like a command than anything else, one he'd gladly obey.

He repositioned himself, a feat more appreciable for a hyper, to line everything up. He only needed to see the look in her eye once to take the literal and metaphorical plunge. He pushed his hips forward and downward and a solid foot of feline penetration slid its way into her. Ashley practically cooed and she wrapped her legs around him, holding him in place for a moment or two before relaxing again, letting the big cat push further in.

Jerry's eyes almost rolled upwards at the way she split to fit so perfectly around him. He had never been so deep in anyone before and, by the exciting purring sounds she was making, Ashley was quite fond of him as well. Her sex wrapped around and gripped the base of his member, pulling and tugging at it as she clenched her muscles. At last he bottomed out, the glistening lips of her fold held so tightly against his fat and quivering furred balls. He was amazed she could take him. Hell, judging by how easily she parted, he bet Ashley could take a lot more. It appeared that hyper girls were more than equipped to handle any masculine counterpart.

He began thrusting, slowly at first, and the bed wobbled and the mattress threatened to slide from the bedframe with how much he was throwing back and forth with a full thrust. Though he was no stranger to sex, in a way he was new to this. She held him steady with her legs and he tried something new, pulling out the last four or five inches and working them back at forth. The friction created was far better, more controlled, and he felt her tunnel working his entire length as she writhed underneath him.

The cat's pink nose twitched at her wonderful smell, the smell of sex they were both filling the room with. The open window couldn't quite keep up and they both took a sort of pride in that.

Having built a regular tempo, Jerry fell into a pace that struck both of them in just the right way. He didn't hear the door opening behind him, he couldn't hear much over the pounding in his ears, his heart racing as he finally got to rut as deeply as he wanted, their own carnal moaning escaping into the night air. He had been consumed with himself, with her.

Ashley's head craned upward to look behind him, with a broad smile and her ears up and alert. "Oh, you're in for a treat," she said.

Jerry's blinked at and looked up at this, his tail swished uncontrollably wondering what she meant. He saw the light that flooded the back wall and the shadow of a large figure standing in the doorway. He heard a voice behind him and smelled someone familiar.

"For some reason the way you looked at me said you wouldn't mind." It was Carl speaking. He stopped just long enough to turn and look behind him. There was the huge guy standing right there, cock standing at full attention. He could feel the heat coming from it! "May I?" he asked. Jerry's rear clenched at the thought of it, but not in a bad way.

He knew Carl was bigger than him but this was the first time he saw it hard. It was a behemoth, easily three feet long, maybe more. It was hard to tell given that it was pointed directly at him. While alone he had experimented with objects, pushing them inside, and even found it much to his liking. But he never worked up the bravery to try something nearly as large as Carl. The cat bit his lip and nodded. Tonight was a night of firsts, after all.

And it was going to be a hell of a first for him. Jerry felt the bison's hard hoof-tipped fingers against his spotted rump and the insanely wide and hot tip of unmistakable male origin press against his hole.

"Relax," Carl said in a cool yet firm tone.

He gave him a few seconds to catch his nerve but no more than that before he felt the beast begin to push into him. The hair on his back stood on end and his tail straightened on instinct as he felt it intrude. Now he knew how Ashley must feel, being so full, and the bison wasn't even halfway in. If the first foot was a pressure he hadn't know before, the next two were like something unwound inside him and finally stopped resisting. It felt curiously calm despite the intensity and . . . good, downright remarkable and fantastic. There really wasn't any other way for him to put it.

"F-f-fuuuckk!" he exclaimed so eloquently.

Carl simply nodded and began building a pace of his own, keeping it nice and steady for the little cat, though he could feel Jerry pushing back into him. It took some time for them to find a working rhythm where the inertia of their bodies played off of one another. Carl slammed into Jerry, forcing him to grunt and push forward himself which, in turn, sent Ashley reeling until she came back, sending a glorious shock along him which forced him even deeper into her and his own ass deeper onto that pulsing rod. Back and forth they went. After a time it almost sustained itself until, at long last, the leopard felt himself begin to tighten up from being assaulted with bliss from both sides. But he was determined to take it as long as he could, every moment he could snatch from the jaws of climax was a small victory. In a state where time held little meaning, he could only imagine he was doing well judging by the sweat and the heaving impassioned breath.

He was a little surprised and perhaps a bit proud that he wasn't the first to go. It would seem that fell to Carl, who had been pent up for far too long. With the leopard's tight ass gripping him so wonderfully, it was no wonder. Though, to be fair to Carl, it had felt as though Ashley had reached the peak once or twice herself beforehand, though this did not change the fact that Jerry was being flooded with an intense heat. He felt it pool up inside him, sloshing around as he thrusted and pushed him over the edge as well. As if passing it forward, he came into the antelope and he did so with force. Like an open fire hydrant he felt himself explode deep within Ashley, bloating her as well. His own baseball sized nuts emptied out and the three slowly separated, panting and groaning.

"Hey Carl . . ." her voice called from the bed. "I like this one, hope he stays."