It is my sincere hope that no one with a better understanding of Manhattan’s geography than me will read this

Jake powerwalked down the sidewalk. The 19 year-old gazelle was anxious to get home; it was past 3 AM in NYC, and he was walking south along Frederick Douglas back towards Columbia’s campus and his dorm and his sweet, soft bed. The twinkish antelope was returning (totally toasted) from a rager up in Harlem. He hated being out alone so late; he was 5’1” and 102 lbs and possessed the self-defense instincts of a wet paper towel. Plus, he had heard somewhat disturbing rumors about apparently several violent rapes that had occurred in the area, purportedly by a callous hyper.

He was at the corner of Douglas and 120th. He crossed the empty street, headed west towards campus, and ducked into an alley that would cut him right across towards Morningside Park. Almost right away, he regretted it; the alleyway was near pitch-black, lit only by a lonesome, dim streetlight about midway down the alley. But walking around the block would add a good 5 minutes to his route at this point, so he took off down the alley. He passed by multiple dumpsters, picked his way over half-visible refuse and garbage, passed beneath the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamp, and he thought he was home free when out of nowhere the ground smacked him in the face.

Oh, wait, no. It was that he had fallen facefirst onto the pavement. Or, less “fallen” than “had been tripped.” Before he could gather himself back to his feet or even move, a rough force yanked him from the ground: not back to his feet, but straight up until he was dangling in the air by several inches. Jake was held aloft by the hugest, most muscular arm he had even seen, grasping the collar of his shirt. Coincidentally, this arm was attached to the hugest, most muscular lion anthro Jake had ever seen. The feline was easily over 6&½ feet tall and looked like he weighed about 300 lbs of pure kitty muscle. But the most eye-catching feature of the assaulter was his bulge; plainly and obscenely visible in his jeans was a basketball-sized bulge in his crotch, along with a fist-thick tube running all the way to his left knee.

The giant lion chuckled, sounding almost more like a growl to the frightened gazelle, “Well, well, what’s got you in such a hurry, little guy?”

Jake opened his mouth as if to speak, but managed no sound but a small squeak. 

“You know, I’m real glad I ran into you, you know why?” The feline’s tone was casual, but the situation was anything but. He did not seem to be having any issues holding Jake off the ground, single-handed, and with his arm at full extension. Jake could see a gleam of wickedness in his eyes (or at least so he believed).

The cat waited for a response, his eyes unwaveringly staring at Jake’s face. “What? A little shy?” His voice had a clear tinge of mockery to it now. “Well, I’ll tell you: I gotta piss like a racehorse, and was just looking for a urinal to spray down. Mind helping a guy out?” 

Suddenly, the lion tossed the poor ungulate to the ground, sending him sprawling on his ass this time, up against the cold brick wall of a building. Before he could move, the lion was standing over him, legs spread slightly, blocking him in. 

The situation suddenly seemed to become real to Jake, “What the hell!? No!”

The words had barely escaped his mouth than he felt blinding pain. The lion had struck him incredibly hard, knocking his head against the wall and pushing him over so that he lay on his side, stars and little tweeting bluebirds circling his head. “Let’s get one thing straight: you are my urinal. You speak back, you say no, you spill one drop of my piss and well…. What do you do with a urinal that doesn’t work?”

He didn’t wait for a response this time. He punched the brick wall behind Jake, but rather than a broken hand, he got a broken wall. The bricks crumbled under the force of his fist, sending a shower of dust raining over Jake.

The gazelle couldn’t move; he sat paralyzed in fear, jaw still aching, as the lion unbuckled his pants, and undid the fly. The musclegod paused, then left his pants and first removed his shirt. In any other circumstance, the mere sight of such a hunk’s torso would have had Jake throbbingly erect; the lion had gigantic, beautiful muscles, heaving with mass and power. He tossed his shirt on the ground and went back to stripping off his pants; hescrunched up his face as he dug into his pants with both paws, and hefted his junk out. The hypercock was so long he could not get the whole length out in one; the lion pulled his balls and half his shaft out, but the tip remained trapped in the constrictive pants.

Reaching back in, the lion released the rest of his hose-like softy. He let the junk flop between his legs, grinning at the look of terror and confusion on his prey’s face. The cock hung to the feline anthro’s knees, the fist-sized (that is the size of the lion’s fist… it dwarfed Jake’s) cock head just barely poking out from the thick, heavy foreskin. His golden, furry balls were the size of cantaloupes, and hung in a loose sack halfway to his knees. 

The lion grasped his cock just beneath the corona. “Open up,” He growled.

Jake could not move. The feline didn’t want to wait, he bent over and grabbed Jake’s neck, fingers easily encircling it. He lifted the little gazelle up, looking him dead in the eyes, “Did you not hear me before? You can either drink my piss or drown in it as I crush your wind pipe, your choice. Now open up.” 

Jake was sobbing now. Hesitantly, fearfully, he opened his mouth. The lion released his throat, and once more Jake was sent sprawling. He scrambled to his knees, tears rolling down his face, and presented his mouth to his assailant, chin tilted upwards.

“Good boy,” The lion purred, and took aim. There was a half a second of silent terror as Jake looked up at the cock like staring down the barrel of a shotgun. Then the slit opened wide, and a massive stream of amber piss shot out like a rocket.
The lion was aiming straight for his toy’s open mouth. The piss landed with a splash on Jake’s tongue, and instantly he could not help but to gag on the acrid, burning liquid. He choked and sputtered, spitting the urine onto the ground.

Instantly, the stream stopped, and the lion once more smashed Jake’s face with the back of his hand. Once more lightning shot through Jake’s head, and the stars returned with avengence. The lion kicked the weak gazelle to the ground, then held him there with on foot paw on his head.

“Don’t you dare spill another drop of my piss, bitch,” He grinned evilly, fangs gleaming in the dim light, “Now lick up what you wasted.” 

Jake whimpered, but with his face smushed against the ground by the feline’s impossible weight, he had to comply. Feeling bile rise in his throat, he stuck his tongue out and licked the filthy ground. The taste was awful; dirt, and scum, and the faint ammonia taste of lion piss.

“There ya go, that’s it whore.”

The pressure on his head disappeared. Jake returned to his knees, and, broken and without being asked, presented his open mouth to the giant lion once more.

“Spill another drop, and I’ll fucking murder you.” There was no hint to the lion’s voice that he was exaggerating in any way.

This time when the powerful yellow waterfall started, Jake began gulping right away. He fought down the urge to vomit as he gulped down the anthro’s pee. It was burning hot and salty and flavor was overwhelming. Jake’s eyes streamed tears as he drank and drank and drank.

“That’s it, drink it all up.”

The lion looked down at his bitch, the little slut was crying as it drank its master’s awesome piss. He watched it let a mouthful of the deep yellow fluid collect in its mouth before swallowing, its face contorting into a grimace even as more piss filled its mouth.

“Ahhhh…” The lion sighed contentedly as he emptied his bladder. Jake wanted to die; his stomach was uncomfortably full of this monster’s piss. It felt like he had swallowed gallons of the stuff, and based of how massive the stream was and how long the lion could go for, it almost didn’t seem implausible. 

Finally the prodigious stream died down, til it was just a trickle dribbling into the gazelle’s mouth. The lion shook his dick free of the last few drops, and , smirking, wiped his cockhead on Jake’s lips.

The cockhead was near big as Jake’s own regular head now, to his surprise. The foreskin had retracted nearly completely, and a large dollop of yellow-y prejizz was already welling up; the lion had gotten turned on watching him swallow his piss. The cat let go of his chubby, letting the huge cock swing in a lazy arc out in front of him, the head now dangling several inches below his knees.

And it was growing. As Jake watched, the massive tube pulsed bigger and thicker, the foreskin rolling back more to reveal the expanding head, the whole shaft fighting gravity as it rose almost impossibly quickly to horizontal and then beyond. The lion drank in the sight of his toy watching in horror and fascination as his semi grew and grew, past 23”, then a full two feet. It now firmly arced upwards, and only continued to rise.

The lion wrapped a huge paw around the midpoint of the shaft, digits only encircling about half its incredible girth . Then he slowly started jerking off, now nearly fully hard, the 26” dick stretching up between his meaty pecs.

He looked directly into the whimpering gazelle’s eyes, “I’m gonna fuck you, whore.”

Finally the fear was too much. Not thinking, Jake made a run for it. He dove between his captor’s legs, scrambling away. He was not even close to fast enough; almost instantly he felt the lion’s claws catch on his pants, and the feline dragged him back.

“Little fucker.”

The lion kicked him in the ribs. Hard. Jake felt a snap; on of them broke. He moaned in pain, but he lion was indifferent. No, not indifferent; he enjoyed it. Once more the lion grabbed his throat, this time with enough pressure to cause Jake to gasp and struggle for air, sending spasms of pain through his chest. 

The lion smashed him face-first against the wall, holding him up single-pawed as he used his sharp claws to rip every last shred of clothing off the battered gazelle.

“Mm, you got a sweet ass,” he purred, rubbing the toned buttocks of the ungulate, “I can’t wait to destroy it.”

He grabbed the ass in both hands, the gazelle leaning against the wall for support. He spread the fat cheeks, exposing the tight, pink pucker. The lion spat on the hole, then dove in. He licked around the outside of the pucker, slobbering copiously all over the sweet virgin ass. Then he dug his tongue into the tight sphincter, forcing his way in and penetrating the young gazelle’s ass. Jake yelped at the sudden intrusion. The lion didn’t spend long eating him out though; just enough to lube it up nicely

Not that it was really necessary. His massive cock had been continuously drooling a steady stream of prejizz, which flowed over the over-sized cockhead and down the 28” shaft.

Hefting his cock-toy by the waist, the lion deposited him atop his dick. The wide glans was easily big enough for the slim antelope to sit on. He trembled in fear; there was no way that monster could fit inside him. At least, not with him surviving.

“God, you got me so riled up,” The lion growled, “I could blow any second.”

Then, without further warning, he pulled the gazelled down on his cock. The fat, 6 inch diameter cockhead forced the poor college student’s ass wide open, a full 10 inches penetrating him all at once.

Jake howled in pain. His vision was blurred, and his breathing ragged. He was sure something had torn as the hyper entered him. 

The lion, again, was at best indifferent, and at worst (and most likely) deeply delighted by the pain of his slave. Ignoring the screams and begs of his thrall, the titan thrust his cock deeper into the boy’s tight canal. He had about half in now, and the feeling was just divine. This always felt, so, so, sooooo good, he could hardly resist.

Slowly, delicately, not for Jake’s sake, but for the sake of keeping his inevitable orgasm at bay, the feline began to thrust. Just inches in and out, always just a tad bit more in than out. He let the thrusts grow in amplitude, til he was taking full 6 inch strokes. Now he could not help himself, he thrust hard, plunging in a full two feet of his cock. 

Jake howled once more. His face was sticky with dried tears, and snot, but his eyes had gone dry. The lion could feel liquid dribbling from the blasted out asshole as he fucked it. He wondered whether it was his precum of the toy’s blood. 

He thrust wildly now, plunging in almost all of his cock, then pulling two-thirds of it out. Finally, he shoved his monstrous rod all the way into Jake. His balls were drawn up tight, he knew he was getting close.

He pulled out, a long smooth thrust til all that remained in the poor destroyed boy’s body was the head-sized glans. Then, he himself shouting as he felt his orgasm come upon him, he thrust his cock all the way in, and as soon as he bottomed out, his spasming balls shot his massive load of cum out his cockhead in waves that measured in gallons.

On and on he shot, and within moments of his orgasm begining, the belly of his toy began to inflate, growing larger and larger, looking like the belly of a pregnant woman. His load didn’t slow down though; he was just getting revved up.

The pulses rushing through his cock grew more powerful and he began to thrust again in time with them. The rapid swelling of Jake’s midsection only increased, til he looked more than morbidly obese. 

A gurgling sound drowned out the cries of pain from the swelling boy, and bloody red cum began to dribble from his mouth. First just a few drops, but within moments a fat stream fell steadily, drooling over his chest and coating his body. He made desperate gurgling sounds, his eyes rolling up into his head as he struggled. There was a strange stretching sound in the air, like a balloon being overinflated.

And then, with a pop, Jake’s stomach burst. Cum and blood and a whole mess of organs spilled from a gaping tear that had simultaneously burst through his flesh and his digestive system. Every tube of his guts had been inflated grotesquely by the jizz and the huge cock. 

And still that giant prick kept cumming, the shots now arcing through the air as his cock surfaced in the open hole in the corpse he now fucked. 

But even the best orgasms come to an end, and after a good 80 seconds of constant jizzing, his wads began to die down, until he simply dribbled the last few drops into the organs still oozing from the warm cadaver.

Finally the lion removed his dick, and dropped the corpse to the ground. It landed in a heap with a sickly sound. 

The lion wiped himself clean with the dead toy’s clothes, got dressed, and began his walk home, wondering if his prey had died of drowning or being torn open first.b