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Clover still hadn't made his way back to his apartment. After five consecutive nights on shift, he was finally having a night off. Well, off serving. Before opening Kerry had him pose for some pictures. When the bovine had mentioned Rey's request at photographic evidence of what his body had added to the feminine bull, it inspired Kerry to get his hands on the makings of a photography studio for his apartment.

As such, Clover was trying out his best suggestive poses in front of a white back drop with bright lights washing his form. He extended his leg outward, jutting the temp marking that was Rey directly at the camera.

Kerry smiled, clicking the shutter again. "Alright, that one's good... but don't try to hide how much this is turning you on, okay?"

The bull blushed, and the shutter snapped again, catching the flustered expression. He spread his thighs, and his girthy arousal nearly slapped against his trim midsection as it released from where he'd been pinning it.

"You're beautiful, alluring, and home to an adoring fox who loves being part of you." Kerry continued, shifting his position for a new angle.

Clover grasped at the base of his erection with one hand and braced his weight against the floor with another as he bent over backwards. His grip on his shaft raised it up at an angle from his torso, its own weight accentuating the natural curve.

Eyes keenly on the naked bull, the goo creature smiled and kept snapping pictures. He crouched to get some shots from a low angle accentuating just how large Clover was, and then stood upright, stretching his body out to get a top-down view. He stepped back to let Clover take up a new pose. "Just a couple more. Almost time for me to go open up downstairs.

"Is... is it already that late?" The bovine looked for the clock, and indeed it was nearly time for patrons to start coming in. Clover nodded, and assumed one more pose, twisting around until he was in a plank posture on both hands, then lowering his hips to where the white backdrop covered the floor, resting his shaft along it.

Shutters snapped a few more times, before Kerry set the camera down and unplugged the large lights. "Well, I think this has been a successful venture. Might even make a calendar sometime. Not of just you, don't worry." He winked to Clover, while the bull adjusted into a seated position. Just then the door opened into Kerry's apartment.

A group of identical wolves entered and closed the door behind them. The Kerry at the front of the group smiled. "Well, this'll be the last night you're staying in here, unless you want to come spend the night with me."

Clover perked up. "Woah, you're that close to done?"

"Yep. We just finished off the last coat of paint. Gonna leave all the windows open and by the time your shift tomorrow is over, it should be habitable." Another Kerry spoke, casually phasing through one of the other goo bodies as he made his way to the front.

The photographer wolf walked over to the group. "Okay, which one of us is gonna go down and start opening up the bar?"

"There's one of us downstairs already."

In the breakroom of the bar, the caramel-colored couch shifted, and a wolf climbed out casually, in front of two half-changed employees. Both jumped in surprise. He blew both of them a kiss and headed out to the bar.

Kudu was just finishing up taking the stools off the bar after cleaning the floors, the goat looking over at the tanks set up on the back wall, before looking back to his boss. "Hey, is Clover working tonight?"

"Oh no, it's his night off. He'll be back on shift tomorrow." Kerry smiled, while getting the space behind the bar prepared.

"So, you haven't changed who the tanks are for?" The goat pointed. One of the containers was still labeled 'Bull Milk'.

The goo wolf grinned. "Well, it's so popular on the menu; I couldn't bear to leave it off."

"I guess we get to all keep our precious bull company, then." One of the many Kerrys in his apartment grinned. The pack of amber-colored canines surrounded Clover.

The seated bull bit his lip, and his still erect shaft let a drop of pre escape its tip. Clearly the idea of his boss like this was getting to him. Each previous night he'd been far too tired to play with the goo after his shift at work, but right now...

One of the wolves knelt in front of Clover, smiling. "You don't mind if I show you the attention you deserve, do you?"

The curvaceous male shook his head. "I... I've been waiting for the chance to experience that."

"Good." The kneeling Kerry smiled, and pulled out a black disk, the same color as the uniforms. On a closer look, it was a bundled condom. "Let's get this on you so you don't spill a drop of that precious milk of yours."

Clover blushed, but his shaft pulsed, another glob of pre dripping forth.

Kerry pressed the condom against that sodden tip, and then used both hands to gently unroll the bundled ring down the girthy rod.

The bull did his best not to squirm as the rubber was applying a pressure to his blunt head similar to the way that the uniforms compressed on his body. Another pulse rocked from his pelvic floor up to the tip, and he could feel the resultant tablespoon of pre getting magiced away by the material, a familiar sensation by now.

As the condom was drawn down further, other Kerrys came up behind Clover. One eased his arms around the bull's torso, nuzzling at his neck and ear, while the other melted and coated the floor around the broad hips of the flesh and blood male in the room. Once in place, the goo scooped up under the curve of his rump, and started to lift. Another pair of Kerrys joined in, until the flustered bull was seated on a goo platform nearly three feet high, with one wolf stroking his black-coated cock and the other nuzzling and rubbing along his narrow chest.

Clover was uncertain what to do as his boss' many bodies closed in on him like this. He kept his arms up and away from his sides as one goo wolf's arms stayed around him, eyes mostly focused on the first ahead of him who was gently stroking over his condom-bound arousal.

The seat the broad-hipped bull was sitting on shifted once more, and it was no longer a simple platform the wolf had made, it was another Kerry, with his muzzle pressing up under Clover's tail, while his arms were extended forward to help keep the bull supported. As the tall bovine's weight shifted, the second Kerry who had gone into that seat emerged, facing the opposite direction, shoulders tucked under Clover's thighs, and muzzle nosing along the heavy sac in front of him.

The Amazonian bull shifted, feeling a smooth paw stroking across Rey's marking, even as he got his balance being supported by a pair of wolves worshipping at his groin and ass. He turned to look to the side with the marking, only to find another Kerry taking the bull's hand and placing it against his throat.

This Kerry swallowed, allowing Clover to feel the motion from the outside. On the other hand, a warm wolf maw wrapped it up and engaged in a second swallow, this time giving the bovine the sensation from inside the throat.

The bull shuddered a bit at the dual sensations, making eye contact with the wolf still stroking along his wrapped member. "A-are you going to eat me tonight...?" His shaft pulsed with every touch.

The Kerry embracing him from behind answered. "Only if you want to be eaten. And it would be entirely endo." The wolf gave a reassuring lick to one of the bull's dish-like ears. "Just going a bit further than when you sleep in a bed made from me."

Most of Clover's body felt quite similar to those times, with how close the gathering of goo wolves had become. A high percentage of his hide was pressed against the amber gloss of the myriad bodies of the canine.

"But first, would you like the knot?" Kerry grinned naughtily.

Downstairs, the Kerry wearing an apron at the bar was doing his best to keep track of orders. He jumped in surprise when the kitchen door slammed open, revealing a hippo in a chef's jacket. He was wheeling a trolley with a serving bell over a platter. "Mangrove, what's the dish?" The wolf asked, trying to maintain composure.

The chef looked surprised, and lifted the bell. Underneath was one of the servers for tonight, a grey speckled rabbit, dressed up like a dinner centerpiece, with his uniform removed.

The bunny on the platter waved to his boss.

"Oh. I must have missed the order for Speedwell going through. Go along then, you two..." The wolf gestured, turning back to mixing drinks. He didn't usually have this trouble concentrating on his work. Perhaps he was getting a bit too complex in his tending to the bull upstairs.

Clover quivered, and nodded. "Y-yes please." He lowed as his assertion was immediately followed by a slick tongue pressing in against his hidden rosebud from the wolf worshipping under his tail. The bull tried to curl his fingers, but both hands had a wolf preventing that motion from getting very far. His black-wrapped shaft shuddered, and the reservoir at the front bulged out from another eager shot of pre, before the slick gushing out his shaft was once more sent elsewhere.

The Kerry behind the bull kissed at the underside of one of his dish-like ears. "Alright, just relax. I'll start out smaller than JT, since I know you've taken him before..."

The effeminate bovine nodded. An eager patron had requested being shot up into Clover as raccoon spunk, which had left the bull sloshing until close to when the customer reformed. "H-how big are you going to end up?"

Kerry's muzzle under the bull's tail retreated, reshaping into more of a seat once more, which allowed the one embracing Clover from behind to line up his slick maleness. "Starting slow? Eight of me combined I'd say..."

Clover gasped, his cheeks flaring up brightly in a blush at what that meant for later on in the night.

"Not, like, eight of my entire body." He clarified playfully. "That's for later~" The goo wolf gently pressed, but didn't penetrate. "Ready?"

The bull nodded, keeping eye contact with the copy of his boss who was still tending to and rubbing over his glistening black rod.

Kerry let out a happy growl from several of his throats at once, which gave both of Clover's hands a nice tingling vibration to distract from the slick penetration. It was a stretch, but thankfully not as much as JT had been, as promised, and far smoother than the raccoon's shaft had been, even fully lubed.

Clover lowed again, extending his lower legs in line with his thighs and clenching them together in such a way that it squished the head of the Kerry between them.

The goo wolves shuddered as one, before the Kerry at the bull's back started to pull back. At the same time the lupine who had formally been worshipping at the temple of bovine ass slipped out of position, and came up behind the mounting version of the glossy amber creature.

Gradually, that wolf started to press into the Kerry thrusting into the overstimulated male surrounded by other bodies. The more he slipped under the surface of his other self, the larger the wolf became, fluidly doubling his volume bit by bit, all over, in proportion.

The way Clover felt this was that the shaft inside him was larger each time it bottomed out. The inflated base of the lupine erection bumped up against the bull's rear entrance repeatedly.

As the first Kerry fully merged into the thrusting wolf, the one who was suckling over the bull's hand gently disengaged from his teasing to start pressing in as well. The next to leave to join the others was the one who'd been holding Clover's hand to his throat. By the time the one squished between the Amazonian bull's thighs slipped out of that grip, Kerry could easily support his server all on his own, strong arms wrapped around him. Each rocking of his powerful hips bulged out the trim midsection of his hooved lover.

The process had been so gradual, that by the time he was alone with one Kerry keeping eye contact and the other rutting him so powerfully, Clover only just realized that his hands were awkwardly hanging extended from his sides, clenched into fist, while his chest started to show the shape of the goo wolf's pointed cockhead each time his bulbous knot collided with the bull's shapely hips.

Each strike sent another surge of pre out the tip of his shaft into the waiting rubber, along with sending the curvaceous adipose rippling and wobbling. "Ready for the knot itself?" Kerry, so much larger than before, sounded just his regular baritone self, and gave no sign of exertion in the meantime.

Clover shuddered, and nodded, flexing his body and trying to shove his hips back against it.

Kerry grinned broadly at that, while the Kerry in front braced against the front of the bull's pelvis with both hands in a way that forced the shaking, jolting bullhood over one shoulder. Together, the two goo wolves worked, the thrusts getting faster and each hilting a sharper impact.

The bovine was close to screaming from the intensity. He could feel his insides happily slip out of the way for the immense mass distorting him, though after eating people, he thought he might be able to take anything. These thoughts going through his head made him clench his eyes shut, trying to focus on relaxing his ring.

This slight loosening and a particularly hard thrust came together with a slick, wet popping sound. Clover gasped in surprise. He could feel the quivering tip of the wolf's shaft at the base of his throat, poking out that hollow spot just above the sternum. His already wide hips were spread out beyond credulity to account for the immense girth of the goo wolf's knot.

There was a shudder, as Kerry's momentum brought with it the intense desire to repeat the thrust, but he steadied himself.

Clover cried out as that re-adjustment jostled directly against his prostate, and released the floodgates. For the first time in the evening, his shaft started to properly pump the luxuriously thick cream the patrons had come to know him for.

At the bar, an opossum watched as the empty tank of 'Bull Milk' suddenly started to fill... and fill... and fill...

Kerry chuckled. "Well, looks like I can start on those orders now." The goo wolf got to work, feeling quite a bit more in control with fewer bodies to have to worry about.

As the bull rode out his intense orgasm, the immense Kerry slowly sat down, keeping his arms comfortably around the smaller male. The smaller Kerry slipped away after making sure the condom wasn't going to leak at all.

Gradually Clover stopped releasing his issue. The bull was panting heavily, feeling blissful tingles all over his body. Slowly, he reached to feel just how bulged out he was.

As he did so, the mass inside him changed shape, shifting and twisting about.

The bovine gasped and grasped onto the larger wolf's arms, his body quivering, not quite able to produce any more milk just yet, however.

The bulges inside Clover had gone from a blatantly phallic one to the shape of a complete wolf, who was gradually curling up. The internal Kerry rubbed around, as the bull found himself seated in the lap of the larger goo creature, no longer showing his sex organs. One large paw cupped around the swollen belly, and the baritone voice of the lupine filled the empty apartment. "You know, I can see why so many patrons want in there. It's very nice." He teased, rubbing across the top of the now domed belly with his thumb.

Still panting heavily, but having a bit more control over himself, Clover joined in the rubbing over his midsection. "Heh... I didn't realize to 'break your dick off in' someone was a thing that happened." He quipped, looking up and back at Kerry.

Gingerly, the wolf scooped the bull out of his lap, turning him around to hug against his chest. "Looks like I started pretty strong there. Time for a break." He nuzzled the top of the bovine's head as he cradled him in his arms.

With so little furniture in the space it was easy for Clover to forget he was nearly 8 feet tall, especially with just how big the goo wolf was now. He felt even smaller compared to him than he did when he'd first arrived at the bar for orientation. The bull sighed, taking in his afterglow, along with the feeling of a male settling in under his pelt. He took his time, slowing his breathing back down.

"And I have the best place for you to recharge." The wolf murmured playfully.

Clover perked up, looking upward to see the amber jaws spread directly towards his head. They weren't lunging, just staying there, an invitation. The bovine squirmed a bit, and then bashfully smiled. "Okay... I've been wondering what it feels like from the other side for a while now."

Kerry growled, getting into the role a bit as he adjusted his grip on the smaller male, lifting him towards that glistening gooey opening.

The bull reached out to stroke over the wide tongue. At their current sizes even a flesh and blood wolf would have no trouble downing Clover, hip heavy and full of softly shifting gel as he was. Clover rubbed forward, extending both arms until his fingers met the back of the tongue, and the familiar grasp of the goo throat.

The oversized wolf closed his jaws, sealing the upper half of his employee within the amber muzzle, his soft, pliable teeth gently squeezed around the bulge of his smaller self. The contained lupine pressed around and giggled, "Hey, careful out there."

Sometimes Clover wondered just how much of the individuality of Kerry's bodies was real or feigned, but at the very least that was a playful warning, replied to with a growl from the larger wolf. He quivered at the vibrations of every smooth surface against his head, arms and torso. The bull fidgeted, and tried to push his hooves off of anything he could reach, which just ended up in them wiggling in the air.

Until a pair of regular anthro sized hands grasped the hooves and started to push. The unaccounted for Kerry had returned to help push Clover out of sight. With a strong push, the larger Kerry crested the mountain that was the bovine's fox-enhanced hips. The marking of Rey slipped out of sight, and it was all too easy to swallow the bull the rest of the way.

Deep inside, Clover found that Kerry was translucent enough for light to pass through but not nearly clear enough to see the outside. Ahead of him, the passage opened up into a chamber, and just as easily as the goo wolf's shaft had simply just spread his flesh, his fur slid right through the snug passage to gather up in the chamber below. He curled easily, almost rolling like he'd taken a dive. By the time his hooves joined him inside the simple stomach, he was comfortably laying on his back, once again reminded of the way Kerry was a bed for him.

Casually, the large wolf shifted his position, as his body shape changed. At his current size he could hardly stand upright in his apartment, but he could easily stand on all fours. Kerry was soon stretching out, an immense feral, with an anthro version of himself standing nearby, taking pictures of the shadow in his midsection.

The motions outside translated to gentle swaying, and re-orienting the stomach so that Clover wasn't nearly as curled up. He stretched out and sighed comfortably, running his hands along the slick inner walls. His wrapped shaft, which had been gingerly avoided for most of his consumption, lay atop his heavy sac, softened, but not close to its unaroused size. It softly pulsed with his heartbeat as he recovered from the powerful milking he'd gone through earlier. Underneath his pelt, the Kerry inside his stomach was just gently rubbing, a pleasant, relaxing internal massage.

Clover laid in a cozy daze, losing track of time. He only snapped out of it when the surface of the stomach above him warped.

An anthro Kerry pressed out of the ceiling and casually knelt between the bull's thighs, running a paw along the wrapped shaft, eliciting a pulse and a swell. "Ready for the next round, my sweet bull?" At the same time a pair of hands emerged from the stomach lining beneath Clover and embraced around his chest. Another of Kerry's muzzles brushed against a dish-like ear and cooed, "You haven't even seen half of what I can do."

Clover's arousal came roaring back to him, each beat of his heart stiffening his shaft back up. When the wrapped bullhood slapped down onto his softly shifting stomach, he nodded eagerly. "L-let's go."

Downstairs, the nearly drained tub of 'Bull Milk' started to fill again. The Kerry in an apron casually worked his drink shaker, a dreamy look on his face. "My sweet bull." He murmured, not quite audible. "Mine."