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Clover caressed over the curve of his stomach, looking at a mirror mounted on the wall of the employee lounge at In the Mix. It was before his shift, but there was still the faintest hint of the three clients who paid for an 'overnight' digestion at the end of his last shift. The trio were far from solid, but occasionally the bull felt them shift about together amongst the low gurgles. He was holding off on letting them sink further into his intestines, because the service they asked for was about the melting, not the riding of his frame as southern bull curves.

The Amazonian femboy stifled a yawn. Since he lived upstairs, he had just come down already wearing his uniform. By contrast, his partner had gotten an earlier start, leaving the premises.

Said partner pressed through the door from the outside, eyes covered with big sunglasses and carrying a coffee from a chain shop. The much smaller raccoon appeared slender in his comfy hoodie and snug fitting jeans, but Clover knew better.

The bull glanced over at the procyon's reflection. "That stuff will stunt your growth, Jun." He smirked playfully.

Jun stuck his tongue out as he walked over to the cubby he stored his uniform in. He took a long, slow sip from his coffee before setting it down and starting to peel his hoodie off. He shoved the light jacket into the cubby over his uniform and beside the coffee. Then, his dexterous fingers were carefully undoing his jeans. An observer not acquainted with the raccoon would not be expecting the sight that was revealed to the break room.

As the denim parted, the space was immediately filled, the curve of the seemingly slender male's wide, powerful hips blossoming into view. The enchanted material slowly slid down Jun's thighs as he pulled on the corners of the pockets, his rump continuing to appear to swell and expand as he bent forward to keep going. His banded tail flicked about behind him as that change finished up. The raccoon stood upright again, stretching and giving his hips a sway back and forth, feeling them wobble free of the compression clothes once more.

Jun's groin appeared flat, as though he had nothing to offer in that department, but the snug panties he was wearing hid a deeper secret than the jeans had, by far. With one thumb he tucked into the waistband and pulled outward. Without fanfare, his full sheath emerged from the soft fabric, thicker than one of his wrists. The raccoon tucked another thumb into the band at the back and pressed down, spreading his thick thighs apart.

His plump, pendulous and prodigious balls swayed into view, hanging nearly down to his knees. All over the grey fur were dark lines, crossing and turning in a myriad of motions, the marks of his many stored clients. His professional meals were so numerous that their signs had overlapped and not one was able to be easily discerned from any other. Jun stood upright again, taking another sip of coffee.

"Always waking up to go get breakfast and a coffee, leaving me to an empty bed." Clover casually commented as he turned, hip-swaying his way over to the raccoon half his height. "I never have to have breakfast before a shift, myself~" The bovine practically lowed, his expression a smug, sleepy smile as he squeezed and rubbed over his belly for the smaller male's benefit.

Jun set the coffee down and pulled his sunglasses off just so that his eye-roll would be in full view. He set the sunglasses on his jacket as he stepped out of his jeans and panties, his hands occupied with giving the broad belly an affectionate knead, appraising the contents. "So, how's your future buttfat doing?"

The curvy bull grinned, giving both of the raccoon's shoulders a tender squeeze with his blunt fingers. "You're looking wonderful this evening."

The procyon's tail fluffed up as a blush struck his face, eyes wide with surprise. He huffed, feigning annoyance as he placed both paws at the center of the large belly and pressed inward with a satisfying glorp. "I meant these three!"

Clover shuddered as the shove overpowered his control of his occupants' progression. The fleshy valve at the bottom of his stomach opened and the liquefied forms of the trio began to drain down into his intestines. This was evident to the raccoon from the wet gurgling sounds emanating from the soft belly as internal gasses had to be displaced to make way for the flowing chyme. The taller male's stomach began to contract on its own, the bull arching his brow and letting out a lusty low. Audibly, his uniform shorts were already creaking as they stretched to contain his growing assets.

Jun pulled his hands away, watching. If anything the big bovine's grip had increased on his shoulders, leaving him unable to not watch as the stomach in front of him contracted and the hips to either side visibly swelled out. The raccoon's grey sheath swelled and began to disgorge the black-skinned shaft into the open air of the lounge. He grumbled, still failing to hide how effective his partner's teasing had been. "Now it's gonna be a hassle to fit my dick in my uniform..."

The bull leaned down, nuzzling the side of the raccoon's face with a pleasured groan. "There's plenty of room for you in my shorts, Jun~"

Shaft pulsing harder, the procyon pulled his shoulders free of the hoofish hands holding him in place. He pivoted to his cubby, pulled his top out and slid the black latex halter top on. "I am scheduled to work tonight, you know." Once his top was straight, he grasped the enchanted wrap-skirt and brought the two ends together around the top of his pelvis. Unlike the jeans, this garment did nothing to hide his wide hips, but it did make him appear decent enough for the purposes of serving in a fetish bar. Of course, it only really worked when he wasn't hard and throbbing.

Clover let out a low bass belch as his belly flattened the rest of the way to its normal soft look. The bull reached back and groped his broad rump, squishing into them. "Ahh... Welcome home, boys..." He'd have to let them go before his first break of the night, but they were properly situated for the time being.

"You've really turned into a monster, haven't you?" Jun commented, injecting as much sass as he could as he tried to force himself to relax his arousal. "Maybe all that time spent as my cock made its greed rub off on you." Before he finished speaking, the raccoon felt the warmth of the taller male's body coming up behind him.

Squishing his groin into Jun's back and pressing on his shoulders so that his head leaned back against the now emptily growling stomach, the bull licked his lips, the only part of his face visible from the angle of attack he'd chosen. "Well, I haaave been thinking of asking Kerry if you can be my hips for a week~"

The raccoon shuddered, his cock spurting pre into his cubby. He shoved at the top of it with one hand, whining. "No faaair..."