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Beneath Clover's flesh, the softening fox nuzzled up against his predator dreamily. "C-can you take a bunch of pictures of what you look like with me as part of you?"

The bull perked, and rested his head on his gut, pressing to the affectionate motions softly. "Of course, Rey. I can't wait to see how you add to me, yourself."

The patron purred happily, shifting weakly under the weight of the server's torso and hips. He let out a soft gasp as the environment changed with an ominous rumble.

Clover shuddered, as he felt his stomach go from just being stretched out around such an enormous meal to greedily squeezing and grinding over the fox with muscular contractions. The feeling he had while he was working the businessman down his throat began to resurge. The bull's fat tongue draped over his blunt lower row of teeth as his eyes unfocused. His hands groped and squeezed, feeling the semi-solid form.

Under the digestive assault, Rey was moaning blissfully, barely able to move in any contrary way to the powerful stomach walls as they eagerly worked to process him down. The vulpine shuddered as a low grrrgle came from lower in the bull's digestive tract, squirming weakly in place.

The bovine tilted his head down and kissed firmly on the shifting bulges beneath his coat, feeling his shaft pulsing in his shorts, somehow recovered after JT's intense milking just minutes beforehand. Clover rocked his hips, and felt something open deep inside him open up, with a heavy glurrrsh.

The fox cried out blissfully, his voice wavering and muffled. "I'm... I'm almost melted, Clover! I'm gonna be your first! No one else has gotten to feed you like I am!"

Grunting, the bull started to thrust his hips into the increasingly round mass of belly he'd acquired, the bulge of his arousal pressing up against the underside of his boulder gut as his digestive process smoothed the crag into an immense pebble. As he did so, his hips grew a bit broader each time he pulled back for the next thrust, the pert bubble butt inflating in kind.

"I... Iggglrrg..." Rey was still trying to speak, even though his predator was lost in his own pleasure by this point. "I can feel mysflrrgj... I'm becoming bull hips!" He cried out that last bit almost desperately, before the gut made another powerful glorp, and the last of the shapes under Clover's fur were gone, just a massive water-bed.

The predatory bovine in question hugged his gut as tight as he could in his arms and cried out, as he started to pump his third load of the night right into those enchanted shorts. In time with each powerful, surging pulse in his loins, his gut shrank, and his hips blossomed. Soft padding was spreading down along his thighs as well.

As the mass on the bed redistributed, the rubber sheets squirked against the server's uniform, which seemed to cover less and less of the increasingly effeminate bull. His hooves started to dangle off one end of the bed, as there was gentle, but distant warmth spreading through his limbs. The sensation was easily overpowered by his continuing orgasm.

Clover's face was a mask of incoherent pleasure; jaws gaped as wide as they had been when he'd lunged them over Rey's head at the start of the night. Then, as suddenly as it had started, his body calmed down. His orgasm tapered off sharply, leaving his shaft to soften while leaking what may as well have been a pint of after-flow into the enchanted material around his hips.

As the bull's mind cleared, the words his meal had been shouting resonated in his mind... "Wait... you could.... You could feel yourself as my hips?" Clover asked the room, deliriously, and twisted his head back over his shoulder. Things were as he remembered them until his eyes cleared said obstacle, but then, there his hips were, rounder and heavier than before by a great margin. He could just barely see a new marking on his left thigh, and shifted his leg to try to get a better look.

There was a series of orange, black, and white splotches arranged close to one another, making up a familiar vulpine face, clearly with a blissful expression. All together, the arrangement reminded Clover of ancient tile mosaics, but with a far nicer subject and place to call home, if he could be so bold as to think so.

"Hey, Rey. All settled in?" He stroked over the marking with the tuft at the end of his tail slowly, affectionately. He thought about how much he'd grown attached to Rey since he met the fox, then realized how groan-worthy a turn of phrase that was in this situation. He had to subdue an eye-roll directed at himself.

There was a knock at the door. "Hey, the tank at the bar stopped filling right before you would have started overflowing it. Does that mean you're done with 'lunch' break?" It was definitely the raccoon server's voice.

"Yeah..." Clover replied, rolled over, and then sat up. He felt a little dazed for a moment. He couldn't quite tell what was different, until the door opened and Jun came swishing in, before stopping.

"Woah. Rey did a number on you..." The Procyon gawked, with not a small portion of barely concealed glee.

The bull realized that he had to look down to meet JT's eye level. And he was seated on a bed that was far shorter than his legs were long. They had been eye to eye standing before. Clover shifted his weight and stood up. He felt woozy again, and blink-blinked. He felt like he did when he stood up too fast, but he'd tried to take it slow.

"Woah, looks like that size is gonna take some getting used to." JT moved forward to take one of the towering bovine's hands. "Gonna have to ask Kerry for a full photo shoot sometime. You went from half pint to full quart of amazon girly-boy."

Clover blinked, and flicked his ears. He froze, and turned his eyes towards the ceiling upon realizing he felt it with his ears. He was significantly taller than Rey had been when he ate the fox. He remembered the warm sensation in his limbs amidst all the other pleasure from before. On reflection, it wasn't unlike some of the aches he got during his childhood growth spurt. "Wow." Even the bull's voice had lowered. He'd been a boyish tenor, but now his voice was closer to Kerry's own.

JT gave the marking on Clover's lower hip a teasing grind with his thumbs. "Amazing that you grew this much from one horny fox." The raccoon smirked, looking all the way up to the blushing cow's face. "Imagine if a whole party wanted to be your cud?"

The bovine had a brief flash of imagining having to bring normal sized males up from one stomach chamber to his throat and mouth before swallowing back down, over and over, all night. His blush deepened. "I guess that'd be a different potion from Kerry, though."

The smaller server laughed. "I didn't think I'd strike a chord with that." JT grasped one of the tall bull's hands and started to gently tug him towards the door. The hung raccoon flicked his striped tail to tug the door open. "Now just stoop down to get through the door, you big hunk of beef."

Clover grumbled a bit at the phrasing, but leaned forward, even his ears flattening to the sides of his head, before he carefully walked forward.

"Would you rather I call you 'future nutfat'? It's just as accurate, just now you'd be a feast for my loins, not just a delectable dish." Jun grinned, rocking his hips to emphasize the size of his sac, which was far smaller than when he'd left, but significantly larger than when they'd met.

The bull was about to protest, blushing, when his hips collided with the frame of the doorway. "Holy shit..." He squirmed his pelvis, trying to work his widest point through the door, and released JT's hand to press both on the wall on either side of the frame.

Grinning, the raccoon moved to stand on the other side of the hall, spreading his legs a bit and toying with the waistband of his uniform skirt.

It took a moment for Clover to realize that he was in position to 'catch' the bovine if he suddenly popped through and lost his balance. He blushed deeply. "Didn't you say you weren't gonna eat me until after Rey's back out and about?"

"That was before I saw how good you looked." JT licked his lips.

Both were distracted from this sexually charged banter by a cough.

A goat in a black glossy jumpsuit was standing with a trolley of cleaning supplies. "If you two are done, I should be getting room 3 ready for patrons."

The raccoon sighed and walked back to one of Clover's arms. "Kudu, the newbie got his hips stuck. A patron did a number on his figure." JT grasped the arm, looking to the other meaningfully.

Kudu sighed, but was smiling kindly. He walked around his trolley and took the other arm. "Okay, we're going to support your upper body so you can pull your hips back, then lunge with one leg. That'll twist your hips enough to slip through."

"What? I was just gonna pull." JT looked confused.

Clover nodded. "Okay." He carefully took a step back, an inherently unbalanced position at the moment, but he had freed his plush figure from its predicament. Then, as instructed, he brought his left leg forward and twisted at the waist until his calf was nearly perpendicular from his other leg, then planted his hoof down, and shifted his weight forward.

Jun seemed a bit put out that the plan had worked flawlessly and let go of the bull's arm the moment he was sure he was stable. "Alright then. Back to work for all of us. When I get the chance I'm asking how long Rey's temping is for though."

Clover stood upright, and found that the hallway's ceilings were higher than the guest rooms' were. "Why do you need to know..?"

JT started to walk off towards the stairwell, and then turned, grinning. "So I can know how long I could keep you if I took you now." He winked, saluting with one paw, and pivoted back around to head down the steps.

"It'd serve him right if Kerry had you eat him." Kudu chuckled once the raccoon was out of sight.

Blushing a bit deeper, the bull looked down at the custodial goat. "Oh, before I forget: there's just some cum on the bedding from a patron, it shouldn't be too bad."

Nodding, the caprine patted Clover's arm. "Better for getting it back in rotation quickly. Careful though, around Jun. He likes to play for keeps, and he'd succeed if Kerry wasn't enforcing time limits."

"I can't tell if that's hot or scary." Clover scrunched his muzzle pensively.

"Patrons find it a bit of both. Some of them are really into that." Kudu shrugged and grasped onto his trolley again. "Anyway. Work."

The bull agreed silently, and started towards the stairs. They had been a challenge when he'd traversed them with Rey in his stomach, but now that Rey was on his hips it was a different challenge. He couldn't comfortably hold the handrail anymore, so he trailed both hands on the walls, ready to brace if he went off-balance.

Another regular sized doorway awaited him at the base of the stairs. He pressed it open, brought his torso forward past the threshold, then twisted and slipped the rest of the way through, closing the door behind him with a bat of his whip-like tail.

A whoop let out from the other side of the bar. A wolf had stood up from his table, apparently the first to notice Clover's return.

A whistle sounded from a closer table, to one side, and then other patrons started clapping.

Clover blushed, but bowed. He dug his notepad out of his pocket, and strode casually as he could manage to one of the tables he was supposed to be covering. "Have we been helped?" He asked once the commotion died down.

"We've just ordered drinks." A ferret said, staring up and up from his seat. He was half the bull's current height. Most of the others at the table were of a similar small stature.

"Have you decided on what you'd like to eat tonight?"

"Is 'your ass' too forward?" A blushing rat asked, quivering.

"Analingus is on the menu, if that's what you're asking, but I don't think that'll be too satisfying for your hunger." Clover responded, chuckling.

The ferret gave his friend a sharp look, before clearing his throat. "I know what I want."

Nodding, Clover tapped his pen to his notepad. While he did so, however, his tail's tip playfully gave a stroke along the rat's cheek on the far side.

The ferret started to speak, but was interrupted as the bull's belly let out a low rumble. The server thumped his chest with his hand holding the pen, and a slight bulge traveled up his throat. A wet belch burst forth, blasting internal gasses outwards. Said gasses carried a familiar necktie out, sopping wet with stomach fluids. The garment perfectly landed so that the loop went around the ferret's head, plastering to his muzzle for a moment, before its weight dragged it down to rest on his shoulders and chest.

Clover blushed softly. "Sorry about that. I'm new to having to deal with clothed meals." He felt the pressure building again, and this time turned his head to one side. It was a good thing he did, too, because this one came more akin to a hairball, catching in his throat for a moment, causing his stomach to contract harder, before the rest of Rey's clothing came out in a mass and splattered to the floor. "Uhh.... I should clean that up..."

"Finish taking orders!" Kerry called from behind the bar, both hands cupped around his muzzle.

"Alright, I'll finish taking orders. Sorry, sir, I interrupted you." He addressed the ferret who was a blushing mess, as well as having his face smeared with bull stomach slime, the same substance soaking through his shirt.

The mustelid blinked. "What? Oh shit... uh..." He tried to regain his focus, and started to order properly.

Clover heard the door to the stairs open up again behind him, but continued scribbling down what the ferret asked for. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kudu arrive, sans his trolley. He carefully picked up the wad of clothing.

The ferret's order finished, and the rat started to speak, but halted, staring over at the goat.

Kudu had gaped his jaws open, and was now casually stuffing the wad of clothing down his own throat. The custodian's throat swelled, followed by the jumpsuit he was wearing. He licked over his lips as he took another gulp, sending the mass of sopping fabric down. His eye turned to the wet necktie, and he held out a still sopping hand towards the ferret.

The patron looked dumbfounded.

Rolling his eyes, the goat came over. "Unless we get that tie off you, you're coming along for the ride, and that'll cost you extra."

The ferret squeaked, blushing deeply, before pulling the tie back over his head and holding it out.

To Clover's surprise, the goat lunged forward and closed his jaws around the ferret's elbow. Kudu swallowed firmly before pulling his jaws back off the customer's arm, slowly. This revealed the mustelid's hand, empty and soaked with drool. "You know, your shirt's pretty dirty too..."

Stammering wordlessly, the patron flexed his fingers a little in the open air.

"You think about that while I get a mop." Kudu chuckled and gave Clover a pat on the stomach as he passed.

The contact made the bull realize that without all those clothes in there, his stomach had finally returned to its trim proportions from the start of the night. However larger all over he'd ended up. He looked back down to the rat at his table. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Clover put his phone back into his cubby after finishing checking his messages. His second break of the night was ending at midnight, and it was one till. The effeminate bull sighed, and stretched out. The seating in the break room was comfortable enough to sleep on, and he'd spent thirteen minutes of his break slumped on the caramel vinyl couch, staring at his phone.

Moving around to work out the kinks, however, brought a pulse from between his legs. He sighed, spotting the burgeoning arousal swelling down from the uniform lump into a throbbing mass against one plush thigh. "Really? You do this now, instead of when I could have taken time to deal with you?" His rubber-wrapped cock just merrily throbbed in reply.

He stood upright to head back towards the bar and saw JT looking at him. He'd just started his own break, and was grinning. "Did you turn a customer into your dick when I wasn't paying attention?"

The bull sighed. "No. I can be inconveniently horny on my own well enough."

With a jut of his hips, clearly making the swell of his own sac blatant even to the taller male, the raccoon licked his lips. "Want me to milk you again?"

Clover felt his shaft jump against his inside leg. "As tempting as that is, my break's over."

"Your loss, dairy cow." JT walked around the bull with an exaggerated swish of his hips, trailing his striped tail along the marking the fox had left on the bovine as he headed to his own cubby.

The contact made Clover shudder, and ball his hands up into fists. His shaft spurted a bit of pre into his shorts. The bull clenched his eyes shut for a moment, took a deep breath, and started to walk back to the 'employees only' door.

Ducking forward, the tall bovine grasped the door's handle and pushed, already easing his torso through before it was fully open. The door collided with something wooden abruptly, however. Clover grunted, the door not quite open enough for his hips to fit through, even twisted sideways as he was. With his head over the door, he could see a heavyset customer had pushed his chair so far back it was partially blocking the door.

The customer looked up and back. "Oh." He started to scoot towards his table forward, the motion causing a set of hands to press around the inside of his exposed mass to brace from the jostling.

With the gained inches, Clover squeezed his way through. As the wooden frame and the door compressed his foxy adipose, the squeeze sent a blissful tingle through his hips and shapely rump. Then the handle ground along his trapped shaft, and the bull bit back a deep low of pleasure. Another spurt of pre into his shorts.

Once he was free of the door, the tall bovine tugged his notepad free of his uniform, spotting a new customer at one of his tables.

A soft-coated alpaca looked up from his menu as he caught sight of the bull out of the corner of his eye. He gazed upon Clover critically.

The server took a moment to compose himself as he stopped beside the table, readying his notepad. Now that he'd stopped walking, his clothes weren't shifting against his erection, nor was it being dragged along the silky fur on his thigh. "Good evening, sir. Might I take your drink order?"

"Martini, dry. And that means no vermouth, not a splash of vermouth, not a hint of vermouth, just put an olive in gin and bring it to me cold." The alpaca practically spat, thumping a fist on the table for emphasis.

Clover jumped a bit and fumbled his pen out of his fingers. "Excuse me." He twisted his head to see where the pen went, and then bent down to retrieve it. The motion squeezed his thighs together, pinning his already strained arousal, while also making his uniform shorts feel more taut around his rear. The gentle squeeze around his feminine curves sent a pulse through his shaft, the pleasured sensation quivering up along his spine. He grasped the pen firmly, squeezing it in his fingers as his trapped arousal let go another tablespoon of pre for the magical rubber to whisk away.

He stood upright and scribbled 'Put gin and one (1) olive in martini glass, this guy hates vermouth' on his notepad, along with the table number. "Are you ready to order dinner?"

"Can I order off other tables?" The Alpaca peered.

Clover shook his head. "You'll have to convince someone the old-fashioned way. We just sell potions to facilitate."

The patron grumbled and looked back down at his menu. "I'll tell you if I've decided when you bring me my martini."

Clover scribbled 'PPP' next to the table number, short for 'possible problem patron', and headed to his next table. As soon as his thighs rubbed against one another, his shaft let him know that a grumpy customer wasn't going to get in the way of it enjoying itself in his pants. He bit back a moan, but the triad of bears sitting at the table he was approaching was staring in tandem. They were staring at him, at his body, and most definitely at that bulge. As he stopped, another gush of pre pulsed forth.

"S-so... Can I get anyone something to drink?" The bull smiled his warmest smile, doing his best to keep his legs perfectly still, though the way he'd placed his hooves forced his thighs together once more.

All at once, the three bears began to speak at once, first to the server, then to one another.

Clover stared, trying to follow the conversation, pen hovering over his notepad, ready to write anything concrete down. He fidgeted. Oh. He bent one knee and straightened the other, which rocked his hip slightly to one side, but most importantly ground his thighs together with a quiet squirk. The bull smiled faintly, eyes drifting off as he reversed the motion of his knees. The pulsing between his legs grew more powerful as he indulged in his soft thighs squeezing and grinding.

Then he realized the bickering had stopped. He blushed, looking down at the three patrons, who were once again staring openly at his body.

Pulse.

Clover bit his lip. "I'm so terribly sorry, my mind wandered. Have you three made a decision?"

One of the bears nodded firmly. "Beers to start. Tumbling Stone Ale, in the bottle, one each."

The blushing bull nodded, scribbling the order down, along with the table number. "I'll be right back with those." Clover turned, and made his way towards the bar.

When he arrived, he tore the page from his pad and handed the order over to Kerry behind the counter. In the process, his eyes fell to a dish that one of the patrons was happily eating on a stool between him and his boss. The smell and look of it made it clear that the cream sauce on the meal was most certainly bull milk.

Clover shuddered and gripped onto the bar for support, planting both hands on either side of the dish, meaning he was pressed against the patron's back. His pulsing shaft ground unbidden against the unsuspecting opossum.

However, the marsupial's expression in the mirrored bar backing showed he was quite pleasantly surprised, blushing deeply himself. He even tilted his head back to nuzzle into Clover's chest and belly.

The bull lowed, rutting his hips forward to grind harder into the customer as the shape in his shorts quivered, jerked, and pulsed powerfully. Everyone at the bar was watching, but Clover's eyes were on his nearly empty tank, as each shot raised the level of 'milk' in the glass tank by over an inch.

He was going to overflow it this time, he could feel it. And the thought of doing such a thing just made his body quiver and his shaft pump harder.

Just as it was about to, Kerry walked back to the tank, winked to Clover, and pulled on the top of the container. It suddenly stretched upwards, doubling in height. The goo wolf returned to tending the bar, smirking playfully.

The rutting bull lowed again, half in dismay at not being able to see that tank burst, but also from the lewdness of the whole situation. His boss just smiled and winked in response to him getting off while grinding on a customer who did not pay for any such service just yet, for all he knew. He finished up what felt like minutes later, with the bull milk tank nearly full after being doubled in volume.

Kerry chuckled, with three open beer bottles between the fingers of one hand and a platter in the other.

Clover bashfully pressed himself away from the bar, blushing deeper as he found the little opossum trying to prolong the contact to the point of nearly toppling from his stool. He only didn't because the bull had to lean back forward to take the beers and the tray. He set the three on the one carefully.

The amber goo creature casually offered up a martini glass with a single olive skewered in a toothpick, seeming quite amused by the patron nuzzling and leaning against the embarrassed bovine.

The blushing cow took that as well, setting it on his platter. "Jeeze... I didn't think I took that long." He turned, using his free hand to carefully keep the possum balanced on his stool as he shifted his weight away, and receiving a nuzzle on his palm for his troubles.

As Clover headed back to attend to his tables, Kerry replied. "I work fast. As for you..." The wolf was clearly addressing the fawning customer. "That's been added to your tab."

At two in the morning, Kerry announced last call to all the patrons who were still around. Several patrons drowsily emerged from the on-premises section, most of whom Clover recognized as having been devoured earlier in the night. They were clearly tired, but they also seemed content.

JT and Clover wiped down the tables and booths as the last of the patrons filtered out, quite a few pairing up on the way, and then carefully put the chairs up on the tables.

Kudu arrived with his trolley to start cleaning the floor as the servers finished getting the floor clear, the goat's belly still stretching his jumpsuit with the mass of Rey's clothing.

Clover headed over to the bar as JT went through the 'employees only' door. The Amazonian bull eyed a stool but then opted to stand. "So, uh... I never got around to asking. How long do I have Rey?"

The goo wolf smiled. "Two weeks. So, one night down, thirteen to go."

A blush crossed the cow's features. "Wow. That's a bit longer than I was expecting... How long can tabs run up here?"

Kerry chuckled. "Half the guys filling out JT's nuts have at least a month left and have been there over a month."

"Oh." Clover fidgeted. "Thank you for hiring me, by the way. I've never worked somewhere this..." He trailed off, his blush deepening. "Uh... exciting?"

The lupine waved a glossy paw. "I'm just glad you were able to deal with so much so fast. Now go change out of your uniform. I'm gonna be closing up soon."

Nodding, the tall bull walked to the employee only door and carefully twisted and lunged through. By now he'd become quite practiced at the maneuver.

JT had managed to get into skinny jeans, with no sign of his prodigious, man-eating loins. The raccoon grinned at the look he was getting. "Enchanted underwear is significantly more expensive than the regular kind, but it means I don't have to buy special pants." He grabbed his bag from his cubby, winking to the bull. "I bet they'd hide you pretty well before you're even melted."

"Has anyone told you 'you come on pretty strong'?" Clover stuck his tongue out, walking past the teasing Procyon to his own cubby. He carefully pulled his uniform top up and over his head, and then shimmied the shorts down over his hips, across Rey's temp marking, and down the thighs until they fell the rest of the way free.

"Funny thing for a guy stripping in front of me to say." JT grinned.

"I've came more times than I can count tonight, and I've been up on my hooves for most of that." The bull reached into his cubby for his clothes. "At this point I just want to go home and pass out. And before you say anything, your nuts don't constitute 'home' for me."

The raccoon pouted. "You're no fun at all."

"Yeah, lemme slam down the 'no fun allowed' sign..." Clover trailed off, staring at the pants he'd been wearing when he arrived for work. The waistband was narrower than one of his thighs, now. "I think I'm gonna have to invest in enchanted street clothes. I'm gonna have to head home in my uniform..." He sighed, and started slipping back on the black rubber. As usual it only showed off his unmentionables when he was actively aroused, and otherwise formed a more discrete lump.

JT held in a grin. "Well, I suppose it's time I say adieu for tonight. May you destroy many doorways with your powerful hips." He slipped out of the back room's rear exit.

The bull, alone now, folded his pants and carried them out into the main bar area.

Riberry had come in from his position at the door, the big kangaroo going over some papers with Kerry at the bar.

Clover swallowed, and asked aloud. "Kerry, my clothes won't fit. Is it okay if I wear the uniform home?"

Kerry perked up, and nodded. "Yeah, just make sure to bring them to your next shift, tomorrow, same time."

The muscular kangaroo chuckled. "Later today, really."

"He knows what I mean." The goo creature waved a paw dismissively.

Clover nodded. "Thank you." He made his way out the door, looking around the street at night. There was a chill to the air after being in the warm building since before sundown, but it wasn't as bad as he was afraid it would be. The bull headed on down to where he had parked, reaching into his pants pocket to click his key fob.

The lights on the tiny hatchback he'd driven here flashed.

Staring, the cow wondered if the car was really that small the whole time. He unlocked the door, opened it as far as it would go, and carefully placed a hoof inside. Bracing himself on the doorframe with one hand, he crouched, trying to slip his hips in sideways like he had with all the doors inside the bar. The car's horn honked as his knee bonked into the wheel, and then he felt pressure on his rump and grinding against the bulge in the front of his underwear. And the upper half of his torso still wasn't below the roof of the pitiful hatchback.

"Wow. I didn't realize your car was that small." When Clover looked up, Kerry was standing in the lot with him. The wolf's surface glistened under the streetlights. "I realized after you walked out that this might be an issue. If you want, you can stay in my apartment above the bar tonight."

After a few more moments of trying to fit his fox-bearing hips in, Clover sighed and stood back out, but not without another honk. Once he'd extricated himself fully, he closed the driver's side door and locked his car again. "Thanks... I have no idea what I'd do otherwise."

Kerry took Clover's free hand and started to guide him to the back of the building. "No thanks necessary. I do my best to take care of my boys. That and I caused this problem in the first place. I was thinking about length of tab, not how much you'd gain off of a tab."

The bull nodded, holding onto the slick, kind of squishy paw guiding him along. His boss was oddly comforting. Perhaps it was because he was the owner of the place and it wasn't a chain like most places Clover had worked at.

Kerry led them through the rear entrance, back through the 'employees only' door, around the turn to the on-premises stairwell...

Clover got a look of Kerry still going over papers with Riberry at the bar. As the Kerry holding his hand led him up onto the stairs, he inhaled, about to ask a question.

"I told you, I can spread myself pretty thin. One of my best qualities is my ability to multitask." The goo wolf winked over his shoulder, leading the bull down the hallway to the next set of stairs.

The bull nodded silently, and stared as they reached the third floor. The doorway across from the stairwell went all the way up to the ceiling and was proportionately as wide. As such Clover would have no trouble using it.

Kerry reached up over his head to turn the doorknob, and pressed the door open. "Welcome to my apartment." He pulled his employee in gently.

As Clover entered his boss' residence, the first thing he noticed was yet another Kerry, this one naked, but sporting no visible sexual parts, dramatically flicking a rubbery blanket outward and letting it drape down over a bed. Both the blanket and the bed were the same color as Kerry. To one side there was a kitchenette, with yet another Kerry, pouring from a kettle into a large mug. The draping strings from teabags on one side of the mug told the bull he was making tea.

Apart from the built-in things like the kitchenette's counters and a bench by the window, the bed was the only furniture around.

The Kerry making the bed casually pulled back the sheets, as the Kerry leading Clover along brought him around to the offered spot.

The tired bull smiled softly, and took the chance to sit down. His wide hips compressed the gel-like mattress, but it supported his weight comfortably.

As he did so, the leading Kerry and the bedding Kerry pressed into one another, phasing and merging, before there was one Kerry, twice the mass, but the same general shape. He'd grown taller, but not a full doubling in height.

That would take eight of them, Clover reasoned. Were there that many?

The Kerry from the kitchenette came over and offered the mug. "This'll help you get to sleep." As he spoke, the larger Kerry came up behind him, and he too merged in, to make just one Kerry in the room. At three combined, the wolf nearly matched the bull for height.

"Thank you. I'm glad you happened to have a bed my size. I won't even dangle my hooves off the end I don't think." Clover blew on the tea as he held the thick ceramic in both hands.

"Thanks. It's made from myself." The goo creature chuckled.

The tired cow boy took a few moments to process that thought, and looked down at the pillow next to him. Kerry's face poked out of it. "Don't mind me, you're not too heavy." Another Kerry paw pushed out of the blanket, waving an invitation.

Clover blushed deeply. He'd thought he'd run out of those kinds of thoughts for tonight, but the thought of this whole huge bed being Kerry, plus this big wolf, plus the regular sized wolf downstairs. He could only imagine how big he was when all gathered up into one body.

Kerry chuckled, from his lupine form. "I don't really need much furniture for myself, but I can make some for people who do. Now, drink up, and tuck in. I don't want to keep you up too long."

The curvy bull nodded, and took a sip from the mug. It was a rich floral flavor, with a sweet aftertaste, and a hint of bitterness. There was a soft warmth that flooded through his body and the tiredness that had been located most powerfully in his legs and his head equalized through his body.

The goo wolf carefully took the mug. "Guess I made the dose stronger than I thought. But it's just a soporific, and you're a big boy."

Clover nodded, and stifled a yawn. "Thank you, again, for letting me stay here."

Gently, the bedding around the bull was wrapping and pulling, readjusting the sleepy bovine into a laying position under the covers, just his head exposed soon. As the wolf headed into the kitchenette, another of his muzzles formed next to Clover's ear. "Anything for one of my boys."

Clover murmured. "Your boys..." He closed his eyes, sighing comfortably.

Kerry sighed happily, and each of his forms spoke the word at the same time. "Mine."