Jake Clawson had a problem with his body.  It wasn't uncommon to feel that way, but it was a part of his body that was hard to even explain, or talk of in a way that didn't feel petty or overcompensating.  Staring at himself in the mirror, his eyes looked down towards his lithe orange belly, his slender strapping arms...and that chubby little cock between his smooth furry thighs.
	"Haaaah...dangit."  The cat pinched his snout and shook his head.  "Come on Jake, it's just your body, why you gotta feel like this?!  But I do feel like this, everything else about me I like but this THING just...ugh."
The constant mental barrier in his brain was backed by the facts.  He was under-average in his length, 4.16 inches soft and 4.72 inches hard, which for an engineer such as him, was the most brutal number he ever crunched.  He spent hours measuring himself down to the last centimetre, over the course of weeks hoping that perhaps he just had a bad week, or his veins were underperforming.
But he found his average, and all he could do was quietly lament about his tender amber penis swinging back and forth.  He tried to flex his muscles to give a little confidence boost, but his heart wasn't in it.  And nothing was sadder than a half-hearted flex to his partner peering round the door quietly, dressed in a pale blue mechanic's outfit..
In their garage, Chance Furlong was Jake's co-owner and best friend, a large vanilla-pale feline with a large-shouldered body with thicker biceps, squatter legs and a strong chest to boot.  Rubbing his chin he listened to his friend struggle to justify his own body, running through all of his techie-speak with a slow spiral of obsession.
	"It's just biology," scoffed Jake unconvinced, "all the muscles developed to what would be best-performing, yeah, it's like an engine, it's got a small crankshaft but it drives a lotta power in the sparks.  Ugh...who am I kidding?  Chance has everything big, he doesn't have a small crankshaft, he's a freaking tank...and I'm a family sedan."
His partner felt wounded by that comparison, not for his own sake but to think Jake would feel so humiliated by his size.  He had never paid much attention to it, not having a head for measurements as much as Jake did or really bothering what difference a half-inch made here or there.  He stepped away towards his room and stared out the window across the mountains of trash, rolling hills of steel and jutting shards that glinted in the afternoon sun.
	"Jeez," Chance sighed, "didn't think Jake was hurting that bad, there's nothing wrong with his body, he's got a cute dick, a cute bod...maybe he don't wanna be cute?"
The cat chuckled to himself remembering a case.
	"Remembering that time a lady called him 'son', hahaaaa...ahh, yeah maybe that's the problem, he wanna get big like me, like he said I'm a freaking tank...wait."
He snapped his fingers with a spark as he raced towards the old storage room.  Something tickled the back of his brain as he looked upon the walls of clutter and started digging through their personal trash.  Old boxes, rubber duckies, and the odd porno magazine with dog-eared pages fell on his head as he scoured deeper and deeper.
	"Hey, Chance?!" Jake's voice cried from the garage.  "Where are you?!"
	"IN A SEC!" he shouted back.  "JUST, NNNNGH, GRABBIN' SOMETHING!"
	"In the storage room?!  What, you lost another rubber duck?!"
	"Naaah, just...NNGH, YEAH here it is!"
Wrenching a small device free from the debris, Chance pulled himself out of the dark room and staggered into the central floor of the garage, a large stone space with various toolboxes, oil stains and a broken-down cadillac in gorgeous royal violet.  Jake had already put on his work clothes as he saw his partner step up with an odd-looking tube and a rubber ball attached to a hose.
	"What's that?" the smaller cat pointed.
	"THIS!" Chance slapped the tube.  "This was my little buddy back in college, I call her Poppy."
	"Puh, poppy?"
	"Poppy sounds a lot better than 'penis pump'."
	"Peni-WHAT?!"
The bigger cat thunked it down on the table with a growing grin.
	"I uh, heard you in the bathroom about your problem, an' I thought hey, I had this thing I kept with me yanno in case of stuff."
	"Y-you overheard?!" Jake gasped reeling back.  "Chance, th-that was private why would you-a-awww!"
	"Hey-ey, I didn't mean to!  But...well, I wanted to help, you're a great partner, you're awesome, you shouldn't feel bad abou-"
	"Dude."  The orange tabby glowered.  "I appreciate your concern, but my body's my business you shouldn't be sticking your nose in-"
	"I didn't think I was, Jake, don't you wanna at least know how it works?"
	"What...is it exactly?" Clawson stepped closer.  "Some kind of vacuum tube?"
	"It's a dick pumper!" Furlong grinned.  "You put this on your dick, you squeeze on this thing here and it makes the air real tight, sucks on the skin and pulls it."
	"Pulls the...skin?  That sounds dangerous."
	"No no it's easy, it uh...does stuff with the veins, it's like lifting weights, it trains up the muscles in your dick to make it bigger, stretches them out an' stuff."
	"Make it...bigger?"
Jake gasped peering closer at the small machine as he examined it.  Chance smiled at his friend's curiosity peaked with his technical mind.
	"Is this...why you're so big?" the smaller cat asked.
	"Ehhh, kinda," the bigger one grinned rubbing his neck, "I was a few inches shorter back in college an' well, friend o' mine got me this as a gift.  It really works I swear, I used to be like six inches!"
	"Woah!  Really?"  Jake licked his lips picking up the device.  "So this somehow stretches the muscular tissue without damaging them?"
	"Uhhh, yeah basically!"
	"Some kind of vascillatory support I imagine to encourage the blood flow, it looks pretty medical in design."
	"Yeah, vaginal-whatsits!"
	"You don't know what that means do you?" Jake rolled his eyes.
	"Yeah I do!" Chance snorted.  "Means it keeps you hard inside a pussy fer longer!"
	"PFFT, HAHAAA!  Ahhh...well, I mean if you're offering, it is basically an exercise machine right?"
	"Totally, just give it a try, we got nothing to do today."
	"Like...here, right now?" Clawson looked around the empty floor.
	"No one's gonna come," Furlong swung his paw, "it's labour day, nobody goes out for that."
	"Haha, yeah that's true...alright, I guess we'll do it!"

Pulling down his pants he exposed himself before his friend, the small swinging 4-inch cock soon placed in the tube of the pump as Chance helped fit it on.  A small ring was fitted over the base of the cock when it was inside the tube, locking it in place as Jake gripped the pumping ball and started to squeeze a first few tries.
It was an odd sensation at first, a strong inhaling as the air inside the tube became very heavy all of a sudden with strong vacuum pulling his shaft to its full erectness.  The plastic tube even had a measuring bar like a kitchen jug to help him see his progress, if any, as Clawson started to pump away with Chance trying not to look too excited.
	"U-uh, could you look the other way?" Jake asked.
	"OH, right s-sorry."
His partner turned away and let the orange tabby keep pumping away.  The first few minutes felt like a waste of time, as he got himself hard from the odd sucking sensation that made him swell up to his peak, the ring at the base of his cock clenching tight to lock it down.
	"D-do I, just, keep pumping?!" he gasped.
	"Yeah just keep at it!" Chance said twiddling his fingers.
	"But, I'm hard already, nothing's happening!"
	"Just keep it up, exercise your muscle, it takes time!"
	"Right, right...n-nnngh...f-feels kinda weird."
Clawson kept squeezing the pump, panting with a groan as the tightening air in the tube made him feel he was getting a dry-mouthed BJ which felt incredibly odd to the older feline.  The clenching around his glans pulled harder as he watched with stern focused eyes at the measuring bar.  It was hard to discern for the first five minutes, but then he saw something spark in the tube, an odd light that filled the air around his shaft.
Somehow the pressure changed on a dime, turning into a much thicker, cloudier atmosphere despite still being clear enough to see his meat.  A bizarre tingling sensation covered his flesh, like tiny feet dancing across his member as his eyes widened with astonishment at the glans pushing just past the 5-inch mark.
	"Wh-what?!  H-hey, hey i-it's getting bigger!"
	"Yeah?!" Chance turned round to see.  "Oooh yeah it's getting good now!"
	"H-hey, this isn't a free show!"
	"Hey I'm just making sure you're alright, seems like the special stuff triggered."
	"Th-the, special stuff?!" Jake gasped.
	"Yeah," the larger feline grinned, "after a while it lets out this special stuff that really gets the blood pumping."
	"Wh-what, kind, is it some sorta-oooh, OOOOH, OHHH M-MAMA!"
Clenching his thighs with a sudden heat in his crotch, his cock stretched wider and longer and pushing upwards along the tube.  Pumping at a regular pace, which became more difficult by the minute, Clawson bit his teeth and gasped with the most powerful sensation of sucking he ever felt.
His legs quivered as he bucked in reflex, grunting with sputtering pre painting the sides of the tube with a furious energy incensing his cock.  He felt strangely empowered as he felt his blood vessels open and stretch, the same kind of power he felt when landing a hard turning kick with perfection.  Every muscle twitched in his throbbing lance with a renewed spirit, and much to his widening shock, 6 inches were soon passed.
	"H-haah, haaah, h-hohh sh-SHIT Chance what's even IN this thing?!"
	"Iiiii don't question it," the big partner shook his head, "don't ask what the hotdog's made of if you enjoy it, right?"
	"G-GAH, d-don't remind meeeee-MMMMMPH!"
Throbbing harder and faster, Jake sputtered more pre as his glans became ruby-red with excitement, dribbling white down his length to smear across the ring at the base.  He thought it would be painful, feeling the stretch of his muscles and the pull of his skin, but it actually felt more like he was using a fleshlight in the best possible way.
He stepped up towards 7 inches, and excitement grew even more, his tongue waggling out and his thighs bucking harder with such power, such strength in his little friend that was now becoming a spear of furious crimson.  He almost understood how villains got drunk on power, and it was at that moment he had a sudden clarity and pushed himself back from the edge.
	"A-a-aaah, AAAH OKAY, okay I-i wanna stop!"
	"Just stop pumping!" Chance cried with growing grin.  "The air'll stop and you can pull it off once it's empty!"
	"Hoo, hoo a-alright, alright...aaaah."
Taking his hand off the pump, Jake gave a heavy sigh as his blood started pumping less, the sucking sound now deflating as he slowly extricated the machine off his length.  His eyes widened with astonishment at the few extra inches he obtained, his cock now twice the length it had been before as he watched it throb with an extra force.
	"D-damn...it...it really works!"
	"Yeaaah sure does," Chance crossed his arms, "howsit feel big guy?"
	"It...i-it feels good."  Jake grasped his cock.  "This is amazing, I thought this pump was some kinda shopping channel crud but this is the real deal!"
	"Yeaaah it's a prototype actually, my roommate was working on it and he gave me a free version...not sure what happened to him, but I got a free dick pump!"
	"This is incredible, it...I-i'm way bigger now, I'm as big as you!"
	"Hah, is that what this is all about?" Furlong stepped up patting him.  "Dude, you don't need to be as big as me, we're like peanut butter and jelly, different but work together!"
	"Chance, come on-"
	"No no I mean it, you can't have double-dollops of peanut-butter, that's too much, you don't have to be like me, you're already the best you are."
	"Awww...dude," the slimmer cat blushed, "that's real good of ya to say."
	"Still, that's a hella nice dick you got," the larger beast grinned staring down, "think you wanna...do something about it?"
	"Whatcha mean?" Jake smiled knowing full well what he meant.
	"Well how about I bend over that table and you pop open my hood, see how good your crankshaft really is."
Clawson blushed at his friend's forwardness, his tail whipping behind him as his throbbing meat begged for it.  The weight between his thighs made him feel powerful, which only made it more exciting as he watched the bigger Furlong bend himself over the table and hiked up his ass, his pants slipping down to show off his pale creamy rump with tail lifting high.
They fooled around often, so Jake was no stranger to the sight of Furlong's puckered ring winking at him.  One of the reasons he didn't want to admit that he hated his former size was the fact he felt he always couldn't satisfy his friend as good as Chance could fill him.  But now with a pulsing harpoon of eight-and-a-half inches, he felt more than confident to grab his friend's rump and grinded his new surging cock between his cheeks.
	"Gosh it feels like I'm a whole new cat, I feel like a tiger!"
	"Hahah, yeah you look great," said his bigger friend, "don't worry about holding back bud."
	"Oh I know you can take it," said Clawson with a wild grin, "I'll give you the ride of your life."
With excitement building in his already-throbbing shaft, the amber-furred feline pushed himself inside with a gasp at the sudden tightness.  In previous times it had been easy to slip inside without issue, which wasn't a good thing for Jake to feel.  But now he felt the actual pushing of the walls against his meat, grinding with a hard creak as he felt his balls twitch with a shudder.
	"AAAH!  Haaah, d-damn, Chance you feel good!"
	"NNNGH, y-yeah," his friend grunted loosening his thighs, "y-you feel as good as ever Jake."
	"C-come on dude you don't mean-"
	"S-stop thinking about that an' fuck me good Razor!"
	"NNNNGH!  HAH, s-sure thing, T-Bone, except you're about to BE boned!"
They both laughed at the bad joke before Chance gasped with a sudden heave as Jake pumped himself deep.  With a pulsing halberd he felt his own body being pulled inside not only by Furlong's hole sucking him in, but the weight of his new length that gave him an extra swing to punch further and harder into the depths of his friend's rear.
His claws grasped tightly against the sumptuous cheeks, spreading them wider to see the stretching of the ring and visibly watch Furlong clench with a sucking force on his meaty schlong.  Chance's own cock was around 8 inches, a beastly shaft that twitched thicker and stronger with every pumping grind of Jake's thighs against his own, the red-furred balls starting to rub on his own vanilla orbs.
Once he started to open up, Chance pushed back to further impale himself upon his friend's powerful length with his ass clapping against Jake's belly.  The folds rippling against the sides of his swollen spear made the slimmer kitty twitch and sputter, already frothing pre to help lube his entrance further.
	"Haaah, a-aaah, f-fuck Chance, ohhh your ass feels awesome, so much better th-than-AAAH!"
	"NNNGH, yeah, real glad I could, h-help," T-Bone smiled looking over his shoulder, "you mind if I...pump myself a li'l?"
	"S-sure, go ahead, wait...you don't mean-"
	"Oh yeah...you just gave me an idea Raze, if your ass is ready for it."
Jake gulped with a needy hunger as he nodded excitably, handing over the penis pump to his friend who strapped it on and started pumping up his dick.  He was already hard so it took less time for him to start off, timing his pumps to the rhythm of his friend fucking his ass for an extra bit of fun.
Already warmed up, the machine triggered its strange chemical dust that intoxicated the blood and filtered through Chance's muscles as Razor kept fucking deep to the hilt.  It was a strange feeling to have to struggle to hilt, the cat savouring his friend hugging his cock tight and milking him with his strong burly muscles within.
Pent-up as he was from the previous pumping, Jake was trying his hardest not to cum as Furlong squeezed his anal walls every time his friend pushed back inside, the amber feline pulling closer to start driving his cock harder in trying to scrape against every wall and every side from top to bottom.  His balls swung against T-Bone's own, clapping bollocks with a trickling of pre that dribbled down the bigger cat's rump.
When Razor picked up the pace and started fucking doggy-style, Chance pumped his dick even faster as he felt it growing with a shuddering growth.  The sputtering of pre mixed with Jake's own inside the tube as the pale cat squeezed harder on the pump, puffing more and more air around his swollen shaft that stretched further and wider beyond as it peaked towards the ninth inch, then he felt it hit the tenth when Jake suddenly came.
	"A-AAAH, FUUUUUCK CHANCE, AAAAAGH!"
	"MMMMPH YEAH BUDDY, FILL ME UP NNNNGH!"
Shoving himself down to the very hilt, T-Bone gasped from the hot flooding spurts of rich cat milk splattering up inside his walls and drenching all over his walls.  Both of them felt Jake cum much more in volume than he ever did before, surprising them in unison as hot thickening jizz sprayed down T-Bone's ass and drizzled along their balls to form a rich sticky web as Jake felt his legs quiver.
He had never felt his strength be sapped so suddenly before, the flooding burst of his seed dripping in globs as Razor stepped back with twitching thighs and wilting feet that struggled to keep him balanced, his bollocks deflating visibly as he sighed with some relief and a sweltering sense of pride for his new throbbing pillar, stickying with a trail of white goo that dripped from his friend's ass.
	"Hooo...damn Chance, that was...that was the best fuck I ever had."
	"Nah, that's what you think."
Chance pulled off the penis pump to watch Razor gasp.
	"That was your SECOND-best fuck, your first is happening now."
	"Hhhhohhhh jeeez."
Pulsing before him with a drooling trickle of his own pre, T-Bone's boner was now a frightening 12-inch cock, a foot long schlong that ached with a hunger that made Jake salivate with need.  It was like a revolver wrapped in a creamy paint, dripping little spots on the floor with a visible thickness on his swollen glans.
	"Daaaamn...h-how big can you get that thing?"
	"We'll find out eventually," said Chance crossing his arms, "how you want me to fuck ya?"
	"I-i...my legs are kinda going so maybe, something I'm not standing?"
	"No problem."  The large feline cracked his knuckles.  "Get up against the wall Razor, I'm gonna raze your ass hard."
With a giddy little step, Jake trotted over happily towards the wall and showed off his ass with tail hiked up.  Chance however grabbed him by the hips and turned him back round to face him, before suddenly lifting the smaller cat by his thighs and propping Jake's legs over his shoulders.
Slipping his cock inside his friend's rear, the larger mechanic sighed with a relief as he felt the tight suckling hole struggle slightly to take him in.  But Razor managed thanks to him and T-Bone's regular nights of pounding each other that a few extra inches wouldn't hurt too much.  The only difference for Jake was he felt it now deeper and hotter inside him, panting at his friend's face as they were almost close enough to kiss.
That wasn't their style, but they savoured each other's breath with hanging tongues and growling purrs of bliss as Jake felt Furlong punching his insides harder than he ever felt.  Already throbbing with a need, his monster dick stretched the lithely Razor who sputtered his own pre onto his belly.  Clutching his bigger friend against himself, Jake clenched every time Chance pounded inside, hilting himself with a snarling grunt and a dominant sneer of his wide pearly teeth.
	"H-hah, hah, f-fuck you're really pounding me!" Jake winced.
	"N-not too hard, am I buddy?!" Chance sputtered.
	"N-no, no go all in, I want it, I want more, I want your dick even bigger next time you FUCK me!"
	"Hah, hahah...same here pal...we'll see how big you get after this."
A smile crept over their faces as T-Bone slapped his balls against his friend's taint, groaning with a slight bit of drool down his cheek as he almost imagined seeing Chance's meat punch in his gut, staring down at his belly to feel the bulge beneath his slim abs.  Hugging his walls tighter as he timed his clenches best as he could to the pounding thrusts, Jake sputtered with a whimpering shiver as his footpaws clenched behind Furlong's head.
Pulsing from his 8-and-a-half incher, Jake couldn't help but smile that he wasn't dreaming, that his cock was really bigger now and drooling up a nice puddle on his belly that trickled down his sides.  It also helped him see the slight tweak of his friend's glans hammering underneath to make his pre spill over the sides.
Chance kept his friend upright against the wall as he kept hammering hard as he could, his balls starting to hurt from the heavy thumps against his friend's already-reddened cheeks.  Razor tightened hard as he could to give him the best pleasure, his folds suckling almost individually as Clawson almost swore he felt his partner's individual veins spasming against.
Both of them clenched their teeth as they felt Chance's orgasm approaching, the larger cat digging his claws into his friend's thighs to try and keep him up against the wall as he jackhammered with all his might until Razor's back hurt getting crunched against the wall.  Then Furlong roared, stuffing himself to the hilt again as he felt his own super-powered climax come thundering through their bodies.
	"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!  G-GAAH, JAAAKE, FUCK!"
	"NNNNNRHHH, HAAAH, CH-Chance, AAAAH!"
Clawson clenched as hard as he could to milk his friend to the limit, grunting as Chance sputtered his jizz to the very depths of his friend's body with thick trails of cream slithering down over his balls, painting the red-amber ass with white spots like his own as Furlong's balls shuddered with a spasming muscle much stronger than he expected.
He never faltered in his grip, gritting his teeth hard as his powerful lance drove deep in smothering every inch of Jake's walls with his rich hot milk.  Both of them stared at each other, panting ragged as Chance slowly pulled his friend down off the wall still impaled on his throbbing meat, spurting thicker wads into his warm tunnel before he was finally done cumming.
	"Th-there...hoo...shit."
Chance pulled himself free with a sticky mess dribbling down their thighs.
	"Damn that...th-that was the biggest blast I ever had."
	"Yeah, same," gulped Jake stumbling towards a seat, "that pump is incredible, it made a real difference."
	"Heheh...yeah," Furlong sat down beside him, "but it's got a limit, that tube's only so big before we fill it right up."
	"Well...you wanna still get bigger?" the lean cat smiled with mischievous glint.  "Because, I could just crack that pump open and figure out the insides to get a bigger tube attached."
	"Wha-...really?" gasped his larger friend.  "You think that's...possible?"
	"Oh yeah, just adjust the barometric pressure for a larger space, that's easy, I just gotta know how it pressurises first."
	"Hahah, well hey, I'm game if you are."
	"I'm always game."
They grabbed each other's wrists in a hard flex, their cocks twitching with anticipation for bigger, harder, longer experiments with the new device and its potential on their equipment.