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Xoury's Morning Routine

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

SynTech Slushpile #10

Xoury © Xoury

Unit © Unit

Content warning: casual cockvore, M/M, growth

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BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ.

An enormous tan arm swung around and smacked palm-first against the top of a noisy alarm clock, cracking the plastic shell, but silencing the siren. A large pile of blankets and pillows shifted around as the muscular arm withdrew back into the warmth of the covers.

What seemed like seconds to the occupant of the bed was seven minutes in reality, and the alarm blared for a second time.

BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ.

"Fiiiiiine."

The bright morning sun sneaking in around the edges of the bedroom curtains didn't improve the massive goat's mood much. He lifted his arms above his head and grabbed his wrist with his other hand, flexing and stretching. The barrel chest inflated as he yawned, jaws opening wide to reveal rows of flat white teeth and a deep red throat. Xoury dropped his arms to the bed and slumped forward, letting his immense pecs sag over his hard, round muscle gut. Through half-closed, bleary eyes, the gut scratched at the base of the dark brown horns poking backwards from between his ears, then licked his lips.

It wasn't until he pulled the covers away and swung his powerful thighs over the edge of the mattress that he remembered just why he'd stayed up so late last night, and a smile cracked his muzzle for the first time. Xoury's dark brown nose wrinkled against the tan hide covering his broad muzzle as both of his hands wrapped around the watermelon-sized orbs hanging over the edge of the mattress between his calves, well past his knees. Swollen and taut, they bounced when the goat pulled them up a few inches and then dropped them, satisfyingly full and heavy, fresh with what was leftover from the cute raccoon that visited the night before. The immense orbs were a paler tan than the goat's face, shoulders, and back, instead the same color as the brighter shade of light brown across the goat's muscular, thick belly.

The goat leaned over, elbow and forearm squeezing into the soft log of cockflesh draping over his thigh and down his hips. The tip was thicker around than the large goat's wrist, and the whole length gave a little flex in response to the squeezes. Xoury was more interested, however, in judging the weight of his balls, which overflowed even his large hands as he jostled them against the side of the mattress.

BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ

The goat's glazed eyes blinked a few times and he leaned over, tapping the off button instead of the snooze, and got to his large feet. He wiggled his toes against the wooden floors as his immense member draped forward, swinging over until it was centered down the swell of his huge balls, which, in response to the fondling, pulled higher up across his knees.

The goat stretched his arms again and curled his shoulders in circles as he headed for the bathroom, though even a hot shower couldn't shake the sleepiness from the muscular male's eyes. Xoury fixed a simple bowl of cereal and frowned at the empty can of instant coffee on the counter. He ate at the kitchen counter while watching the morning news, methodically spooning the grains into his muzzle and chewing with a vacant look in his eyes. His calves shifted, slowly massaging either side of the swollen testicles draping in front of his stool and tugging his hips forward.

It wasn't until he dropped the spoon into the empty bowl that he noticed the note on the counter from Unit - the wolf went to work early, but was still going to make their lunch at the Pinnacle Club. Xoury grinned again. The Pinnacle had an excellent lunch menu. The goat's round belly rumbled as he stood up and pushed the stool back in, then dropped his dishes in the sink. Xoury turned on some music as he finished getting ready for the day. He twisted his hips and bopped his horns as he pulled on his button-up shirt and packed his massive length down into the reinforced crotch of his suit pants. He bent over, grabbing his belt from the floor where he'd tossed it the night before, as well as the t-shirt, shorts, wallet, and other belongings of the cute raccoon. The goat held his belt between his teeth as he walked out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen. His massive bulge squeezed against the edges of the counter as he leaned over and dropped the damp, musky, cum-soaked clothes into the trash can, then slipped the belt through the loops of his pants and tightened it up snug.

He was starting to feel a bit more awake as he grabbed his keys, suit coat, and briefcase, then headed for the car. He was making good time, all things considered, and even if Xoury showed up a few minutes late, there were few people in his department who'd point it out. The perks of being the boss. The goat leaned back in the large seat of his car, a huge SUV that could accommodate his impressive bulk, and headed for the nearest coffee shop. It wasn't his favorite, but the goat desperately needed caffeine before getting on the highway. He could see SynTech Tower looming off in the distance towards the center of the massive area owned by the company - his house actually lay just inside, and was offered to him in lieu of a housing bonus when he got promoted. A shorter commute meant sleeping in longer. The goat said yes before the sentence was over, and the house was his. Xoury grinned as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop and hopped out onto the pavement. He could almost smell the beans roasting...

Any hope of finding caffeinated relief at the Jumping Beanhouse Coffee Company (Xoury hated that name) was dashed as soon as he opened the door. A line stretched from the register to the entrance, at least a dozen people long. At the front of the line, a prim-looking canine with shaggy white fur was pointing at the menu.

"-froth is light, not heavy, and I'd like vegan organic granola, please, not that horrible corporate-farmed poison. Don't set the water temperature too high or it will scald my mouth, and please, please, this time, place the straw in at an angle, not straight up and down, so that it looks better in my social media pictures, yeah?"

The canine was wearing a tight tank top and shorts like he was at a beach somewhere, and the other eleven in line were done up in similar fur-baring clothing. Xoury heard murmurs up and down the queue that sent shivers down his spine.

"-almond milk, espresso latte with soy foam, no caffeine, only beans from the southern part of the country-"

"-chilled to forty exactly or it doesn't taste right-"

"-can tell the difference between free trade and fair trade lactose replacement-"

The goat couldn't take it. Stepping out of line, he smartly walked past the queue, ignoring angry protests, and slammed a $50 bill down on the counter in front of the employee. As tall as he was, Xoury didn't even have to stretch to reach his arm over the plexiglass barrier separating the work counter from the customers and plucked the regular black coffee dispenser from its holder. Leaning his head back, the enormous goat opened his muzzle wide, held the nozzle over his muzzle, and pushed the switch down with a thumb. He chugged hot coffee straight from the spigot as the crowd of almond milk enthusiasts complained even louder.

Xoury's neck twitched as he closed his eyes, a beatific smile spread across his muzzle. He lifted the coffee dispenser higher, squeezing the stainless steel sides in one hand while the other flicked the tab to try to get a few more drops out.

"Ahhhh... that hit the spot!" Xoury said, though he immediately followed it up with a belch that nearly knocked the stunned barista behind the counter off his feet. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, sir, please come again?"

Xoury turned to leave, but found his way blocked by one of the people in the line - a slim, black-furred feline with white paws and eartips wearing a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt cropped at the midriff.

"Hey! You can't just cut in line!" the small feline said, aiming a finger at the goat.

"Didn't take but a minute, now I'm out of your fur," Xoury said. "No big deal."

"What if someone else wanted that coffee?"

"Did you want to order plain black coffee?" the goat asked, one eyebrow lifting. Without waiting for a response, he stepped neatly around the feline and pushed through the doors into the parking lot.

The cat, however, followed him, tail stuck straight out behind him, taking personal offense to Xoury's solution to the slow service. Xoury finally stopped once he was sat in his car, the door still open because the feline had a paw on the handle and was stood close enough that the goat couldn't close it without shutting it on him. Turning to face the cat, Xoury leaned his right arm on the steering wheel and grunted.

"Seriously?"

"Do I look serious?" the feline demanded, hands on his slender hips, an annoyed look on his muzzle.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," Xoury said. "A few minutes late, sure, but I still gotta set an example."

"Hey, don't ignore me, what do you think you're-mmfff!"

Xoury's enormous hand reached out, wrapped around the cat's head, and yanked him off his feet as the small feline's claws latched onto his massive wrist. The goat shoved his hand down his pants, forcing the feline's shoulders to follow, leaving the cat's legs kicking and bouncing at the goat's swollen muscle gut and pecs.

"Nnff. Well, that solves that. Heh. Don't worry, my nuts produce artisanal jizz."

Xoury swung the driver's side door shut, then had to reach across with his left hand to hit the starter button for the SUV as his right hand remained down his pants. The wiggling, squirming body of the slender black and white feline made even more noise as the goat's bulging maleness and swollen sac shoved back into the goat's fingers. With his right leg shoving his huge balls out of the way, Xoury hit the gas and pulled out the lot of the coffee shop, one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of the cat's head. The goat bobbed his head to the music on the radio as the feline's body was pulled further and further into the bigger male's pants, and after a few streetlights, Xoury was not only able to catch the entrance to the highway without a hitch, but he was able to pull his paw out of his slacks and get both hands on the wheel. Safety first, he thought, pressing the accelerator to merge into traffic. The feline white-tipped tail flapped against Xoury's muzzle and whapped against his chest, though the big goat just ignored it as he focused on the crazy asshole swerving across three lanes to avoid missing an exit.

"Just take the next one!" the goat hollered. Having to brake suddenly meant his growing, swelling bulges in his pants pressed into the column of the steering wheel, and the cat's ankles and toes spasmed furiously. Xoury twitched his ear, though he wasn't sure if it was the car or his balls growling over the sound of the radio.

The rest of the drive went far more pleasantly. Xoury arrived at SynTech Tower and pulled up into one of the executive valet lanes. He used his hands to adjust his massive, squirming, feline-filled balls as he hopped out of the SUV, making sure they settled nicely under the swollen outline of his half-hard cock and didn't simply tear his pants right off his hips. The gray wolf in the red valet uniform gawked as he held open the door, watching as Xoury strutted off, briefcase in hand. Xoury drew plenty of gawking, often from the same people who saw him every day. The goat grinned, belly full and warm just like his shifting sac. In the elevator on the ride up to his floor, Xoury checked messages on his phone and ignored the people standing around him stare at the outlines of hands and fingers and elbows showing up against his slacks.

When he finally made it into his office, Xoury faced bad news right away.

"Hey, boss. Jeremy turned in his report," a small otter said. The office assistant dropped a few stapled pieces of paper into Xoury's hand as he wheeled a cart full of mail and packages past the huge goat.

"Thanks," Xoury grunted, scanning the front page as he walked forward out of the elevator.

"Oh, and boss, one other thing," the otter said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look over his shoulder. "We need to order morennfffff!"

A loud ripping noise echoed through the quiet office, turning a few heads in Xoury's direction. The goat took a half step back after colliding with the otter, though the pressure of the bump was enough to split the goat's strained pants entirely. Xoury's massive black length, easily longer and thicker around than the otter, flipped outwards. The tip arced around, dropping forward, and landed perfectly around the otter's head and shoulders, cutting off his words. The goat's eyes flicked up finally as the head of his massive shaft pressed flat into the floor around the otter's feet, completely hiding the small male from view.

"Huh? Did you say something?" he asked, turning his head to look around. "Where'd he go?"

The goat shrugged. Ignoring his lack of pants, he simply strode forward, allowing his incredible half-hard maleness and massive sac to drape behind his thighs and drag along the smooth, polished marble floor of the office. The cool stone felt great, especially as the goat felt a wriggling in his thick tip. He stopped walking, and the wriggling sensation stopped as well.

Xoury looked around suspiciously, then took a few slow steps forward. He kept walking, then paused when he felt another bout of wriggling and wiggling from the middle of his shaft. The huge goat's shoulders flexed as he turned his hips, looking back behind him.

"Oh, that's where you got off to. Heh, should have at least let me know."

The goat grinned and straightened his back, shoulders behind, and smoothed his tie down his chest as he strode towards his office. The otter was in his balls by the time he was logged in and checking his email, and he idly rubbed at the wriggling masses churning around inside his overgrown sac as he stared at his computer monitor, eyes scanning and reading the various reports that came in overnight.

Before Xoury knew it, the morning was over. Between setting up new assignments, checking research reports, and finishing off his own set of documents to be shipped off to his boss, the senior executive was ready for lunch. His round, hard belly rumbled even louder than his swollen balls, which were easily twice the size of what he woke up with in the morning and fully round, taut, filled to the brim with freshly churned seed. There was no point bothering with pants, so Xoury just straightened his tie and set out through the hallways for the executive express elevators, which would take him all the way to the Pinnacle Club at the top of the tower in just a few minutes.

A small rabbit in a black and red uniform began to greet Xoury as the doors of the elevator opened, but the small male's muzzle clamped shut with a squeak when the muscular goat strode forward, massive package swinging brazenly from his wide hips. The rabbit was around five feet tall not counting his ears, both of which stuck straight up from his head by well over a foot. He was skinny in the torso, but thick down below, with characteristically wide, plump thighs and rump cheeks squeezed into his black uniform pants. Xoury nodded at the rabbit as he boarded the elevator and stood in the center of the car. The rabbit squeezed against the wall, nostrils flaring as his fingers splayed across the buttons.

"Wh-which floor, sir?"

"All the way up. Pinnacle Club, please."

"Of-of-of course, sir."

The rabbit's pants tented as his paw slid up the buttons towards the top row and pressed in on one labeled "P. Club" without looking away from Xoury's fantastically thick maleness. The smooth, round sac draped past his knees, tense and full, more than matched by the wide log of maleness throbbing above them. The rabbit's eyes bulged and his muzzle dropped open as the tip bobbed into the air a few times while the fat urethra distended around something traveling up the stalk. The tip opened, and a gallon or so of thick, clear pre-cum drooled the broad crown and puddled into the carpet of the elevator car. The rabbit's eyes rolled into the back of his head after a moment as the intensely musky scent flooded his brain, and a large wet spot appeared on the front of his uniform pants.

The large, muscular goat didn't notice - his eyes were on the tablet he used as a phone in his fingers. It wasn't until the rabbit's body pressed forward against the side of his swollen testicles and draped over the massive length that he glanced away from the screen full of emails and memos and other messages.

"Huh?" he asked, watching as the gasping rabbit's arms tried, and failed, to reach all the way around his fat tip, which lifted upwards and pointed straight out. "Oh, sure, just make it quick."

The goat stepped forward, pinning the rabbit's head back into the wall of the elevator. The pink crown opened, swallowing and obscuring the rabbit's head. The small male's ears flattened down over his skull and shoulders as the massive cock turned downwards, forced by the wall, and rapidly gobbled the bunny's shoulders.

The rabbit wiggled and squirmed, but with his arms pinned to his sides and the massive, bulging maleness weighing several times more than him, he could merely stand there as the huge length pulsed and squeezed and rippled around him, sending a flood of thick, rich goat-musk to soak the spasming rabbit down. The small male's hips humped against the inner walls of the goat's urethra as the tip shoved down further yet, until it flattened into the floor and drooled around the rabbit's wiggling toes.

Without looking up from his tablet, Xoury leaned backwards. His large tie draped to the side as his massive balls swung backwards, between his legs, and thumped into the wall, shaking the elevator. His huge cock flipped upwards, no longer bent against the wall, and the rabbit's feet kicked once before the bucking length of aroused goat-cock dragged the wriggling bunny deeper.

By the time the elevator stopped at the top floor and opened, revealing the large entrance to the Pinnacle Club, Xoury was mostly erect. His huge length shoved forward from his hips and weaved in the air in front of him, lifting up and away from his balls despite the tremendous weight of the organ pulling it towards the floor. The goat's powerful, muscular thighs shoved his fat balls forward, keeping them bouncing as the bulges of the rabbit's arms and legs occasionally shoved outwards against the bright brown hide. The thick crown, the bulging medial ring, the powerful veins feeding the goat's immense arousal were all working overtime as Xoury strolled through the double doors into the Pinnacle Club, where a cute yellow mare greeted him.

There was no trouble getting a good seat along the floor level of the club. Xoury looked up, appreciating the view of the massive redwood stretching hundreds of feet into the air from the very top of the SynTech tower. Completely encased, the indoor tree supported hundreds of tables, chairs, perches, and kitchenettes throughout the spreading branches and up and down the semi-hollow trunk. Waiters flitted about, some flying, others confined to walking and stepladders, as they served a variety of patrons of all shapes and sizes.

Xoury wondered what he ought to get for lunch, resting the menu across the enormous half-hard length of shaft draping over his legs as the waitress waited patiently for him.

"You know what, I think I'll hold off for now until my friend gets here," he said. The waitress nodded, and Xoury glanced around again, leaning back in his seat to people watch. His huge balls sloshed side to side as he settled his feet into place underneath them, completely casual about showing off the enormous powerful, virile shaft and balls to anyone who glanced his way. Considering his seat was central to the main floor, there weren't many seats, besides those on the complete opposite side of the tree, that couldn't catch a glimpse of Xoury as he idly stroked his fingers across the fat black-skinned base of his maleness, teasing at the edge of the tan fur coating his lower belly, while the face of the rabbit from the elevator occasionally stretched forward. Less and less occasionally as Xoury waited for Unit to arrive.

Where was that wolf? Xoury checked his phone, but there was no word as the minutes ticked by. His cock was almost completely soft when he flagged down a passing waitress, a cute zebra in a frilly miniskirt that amplified his hips and smooth chest. The zebra, whose nostrils flared whenever he got within ten feet of the goat, returned after a few minutes with a cup of black coffee, then decided to spend the remainder of his shift soaking in goat-spooge. The zebra's long muzzle and head shoved forward against Xoury's huge tip, the slim and slender zebrapony barely able to lift the solid log of goatcock. The huge weight simply fell down around the goat as he pushed his legs straight, standing up underneath it. Xoury, meanwhile, scrolled through a news feed on his phone and sipped his coffee, ignoring completely the jerking and thrashing of the zebra as the small male's cock shot streams of white across the floor before his hooves left the ground completely.

"Hmm... good coffee," Xoury grunted, as the zebra's hooves disappeared into his bulging tip.

"Xoury! Hey, sorry I'm late!"

A gray wolf with a bushy mane of lighter gray fur around his shoulders and neck trotted up to Xoury's table. Unit grinned as he slumped into the chair across from the massive goat and eyeballed the shifting, wriggling movements coming from within his hugely distended sac. Without commenting on it, Unit dropped an envelope on the table.

"Results are in, and they're even better than we hoped for."

"Wait, already?" Xoury asked. "I thought that project wasn't supposed to yield results for another few years?"

"I guess those geniuses down in the labs figured out a breakthrough. I've put it all in the report, including how I'm the latest trial member."

That last line really grabbed Xoury's attention. The huge goat's head swiveled, eyes wide as he stared at the beaming wolf, whose all-knowing smirk told the big goat everything he needed to know.

"Ooh! Oof! Oh, Xoury!"

Unit found himself belly and chest down to the table. The surprisingly agile goat was out of his seat and behind him in moments, huge paws shoving the wolf forward across the furniture and grabbing his hips, claws trying to snag his pants and tear them off. The massive onyx member glistened as it shoved up against the wolf's backside. At tables around and above the huge goat, other cafe patrons kept an eye on the proceedings, many smirking or whispering to their neighbors as the muscular goat's biceps swelled, pumping outwards, round and hard as they squeezed into the sides of the wolf's much smaller figure. The goat's hips shoved forward, dragging his massive shaft up and down along Unit's backside, as the wolf gasped and moaned.

Xoury closed his eyes. That was the thing about Unit's rump - it was thick, heavyset, wide load, a dump truck bouncing along on a sports car suspension. Unit's shoulders and belly were thin and lean, wiry almost, but his chunky rump and large thighs more than filled Xoury's strong fingers. The goat squeezed his fingertips down along the wolf's fur, ripping away at his clothes as his immense shaft filled with need, growing harder until the tip popped up into the air.

Xoury didn't waste time - he knew firsthand hard difficult things could get once he got fully aroused. The goat clenched his wide, strong jaw and roughly handled the wolf's hips with just one large palm. The other grabbed his half-hard cock and flexed the tip down, aiming it between Unit's plump, oversized rump cheeks. The wolf's tail was already lifted, and the fluffy appendage pressed backwards across the goat's chest as he squeezed forward.

Xoury was far too soft yet to actually gain entry to Unit's welcoming backside. The veiny length of goat-shaft grew quickly, however, and shoved forward in pulses, thickening and hardening with the tip directly beneath the wolf's wagging tail. Xoury's fingers dug into Unit's thighs, dimpling the fur as he leaned forward, putting even more pressure on the lupine body. The massive length throbbed thicker than ever, easily wider and fatter around than Unit's belly, but that didn't seem to phase Xoury at all.

Unit's muffled howl reached little farther than Xoury's plump and round pecs. The wolf's lips and nose were all that peaked through the deep ravine of muscular cleavage as the goat's fat nipples squeezed flat to the table. The wolf's belly bulged outwards in all directions, wrapping severely around the edge of the wood furniture and draping inwards towards the pedestal. Xoury widened his stance and allowed his massive balls to hang free, bouncing and jostling as the writhing movements inside increased with each swing of the hips. Several feet of cock that was wider around than Unit's chest invaded his gargantuan rump cheeks, spreading him open and filling him. He howled again, muffled by fur and muscle, as the goat's hide shifted and pulled across his muscular body, revealing the power in his shoulders and lower back. His hips ground forward, letting him slide his chest further past the wolf's head, as his massive cock stretched the small male from inside.

"Excuse me, sirs, would either of you like to order anything?"

Xoury leaned back, stranding up straight, though he kept one huge paw flat to Unit's lower back, ensuring the gasping, squirming wolf stayed pinned even as the goat's immense shaft shoved and distended his belly past his own head. The goat's massive balls draped against the wolf's legs as he leaned forward, fully mounted and hilted.

The waiter, a red fox with black paws and ear tips, held his serving tray against his uniform and squirmed his thighs together as he watched the goat's hips pump forward. The wolf's muzzle opened, releasing a mist of saliva with each shuddering gasp of approval. Xoury grinned and licked his lips before stretching his free paw out towards the fox.

"Now that you mention it, I've been feeling peckish all morning."

Shifting the paw around Unit to the base of the wolf's tail, the massive goat turned his hips as he pulled with his fingers squeezing tight. Unit's quavering moan turned into glugs as streams of thick white goatcum rolled over his lips and soaked into the ruff of light gray fur around his neck. His belly slumped forward, arms wrapped around the outline of the goat's huge maleness pushing his belly out and down. The wolf's skin and pelt stretched as his stomach bloated, filling and stretching larger, impossibly so, as Xoury's impressively large bicep flexed again, ensuring that Unit's hips remained stretched, somehow, around the huge base of his black-skinned maleness.

As for the fox waiter, Xoury's head turned and his muzzle opened wide. He leaned over, tongue out, and simply dropped his muzzle down around the small fox. The tray he held clattered to the floor as thick lips squeezed around his upper arms and elbows, while his head pressed into the warm cavity of the goat's muzzle. The powerful tongue rippled against the fox's head and chest, slathering him in saliva, before a sudden feeling of vertigo made him cry out. His legs swung wildly up into the air over his head, kicking and twisting, as Xoury tipped his horns back and swallowed, lips and tongue slurping at the male's furry red figure as it made his neck bulge. The fox's tail wrapped around his jaw and flicked as the fox's pants, just visible past Xoury's plump lips, tented, a wet spot forming.

Xoury grunted, swallowing again, his belly rumbling with hunger as his hips slapped forward, sloshing Unit across the table and floor as the wolf's body stretched larger, larger, and larger yet. The goat grunted, grinning around his latest meal's hips as he tasted the fox's salty emissions against his tongue through the fabric of his clothes. The small male was humping madly as he slipped down the goat's gullet, and the wriggling sensation was enough to really put the big, muscular executive over the edge. Streams of jizz sprayed from Unit's nostrils, muzzle, even his ears, as the wolf's balls inflated rapidly. His belly looked like someone stacked him on top of a half a dozen mattresses, and still Xoury's impressively huge tip speared outwards against the gurling body, not content until every last drop was fully drained from his churning balls.

As the fox's tail tip disappeared between his lips, Xoury let out a sigh and opened his muzzle, still swallowing the fox's legs down into his bulging belly, which collided ever so nicely with the huge, plump rump cheeks of the wolf splayed around his incredibly hyper shaft. The goat grunted as another waiter approached with a pot of coffee.

"R-r-refill, sir?" the short, tan pony asked, tail flicking behind him with excitement. His eyes locked onto Xoury's huge stomach, now shifting from within just like his overfilled balls.

Xoury licked his lips, the taste of the fox still fresh, and nodded.

"Don't mind if I do. Now that this latest project to develop the ultimate stretch serum is a success, I should reward myself. Don't you think so, Unit?"

The wolf gurgled, the pony wriggled, and the goat swallowed.

The end