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Eugene knew that the expression 'a labor of love' didn't always refer to a job that someone actually enjoyed, but in his case, he genuinely loved what he did for a living, no matter how demanding the work was.

Sizing women up for lingerie sounded like a job that most men would kill for, but Eugene would have been able to warn them about the pratfalls of his link of work: they were just as numerous as they were unexpected, and having to deal with someone that was rude of picky was the least of his problems.

"A special project? I'm not sure that my bosses would be okay with me taking on outside work like that," Eugene had defended his position, but at the time, he didn't think much of the fact that Jane was asking him to assist her with a private sizing. "I mean...I guess if you paid me cash and we did it on the side..."

His requests hadn't been unreasonable, and to her credit, Jane's weren't out of line, either: her status as a television personality meant that it wasn't as easy for her to come into the boutique for a fitting without being swamped by customers and fans alike, but she appreciated the service that Eugene provided enough to weather the crowds.

For something more intimate than a changing room would allow, she wanted the privacy of her own home, but she hadn't shared any further details with Eugene until he swore himself to secrecy and found himself in the kitchen, sipping on a delightfully sweet glass of pink lemonade.

It was the color, more than the added sugar, that had concealed the secret ingredient in the glass, and before he could ask Jane what she was up to, another woman was standing over the top of him, picking his tiny, shrunken body up from the floor and dangling him by the scruff of his neck.

"That stuff really does work fast, doesn't it?" Rocco asked, holding up Eugene's tiny body at the level of her muzzle. "Shrunk so fast that I almost lost him in that pile of clothing on the floor!"

Small as he'd become, everything remained absolutely proportionate: Eugene was still the toned, slender lion that the ladies at the boutique had come to know and love--sometimes quite literally--but he was roughly the size of an action figure, and every bit as posable as one...though he didn't have the same degree of pliability.

"Bought the stuff from some weird looking hybrid that works in a bar just up town," Jane confessed. "He promised that it was safe; I only trusted him because it sounds like he might know Eugene through a friend."

"Risky...but I like it!"

Rocco adjusted her grip, switching from a pinch between her digits to a full, hugging grasp, trapping his torso and arms in an embrace that he couldn't hope to escape from.

"Glad that you two are s-so tickled pink by it; little tight there, miss," Eugene warned her, feeling pressure around his chest unlike anything he'd ever known before. "Jane, would you mind t-telling me what the hell the meaning of all this, is?"

"I don't think you've ever taken that tone with me before," the mare teased. "I guess customer service goes out the door the moment you leave the boutique, doesn't it?"

" You turned me into a toy!"

"Well...I almost did," she clarified. "Seems to me that you're still all flesh and bones, which is good...cause I'm looking forward to feeling you squirm around later on."

In the background, Rocco was giggling at the lion's helpless plight, but that softer sound was pummeling Eugene's ear drums.

He didn't know how much of an adjustment period there was going to be for having been shrunk to such a size, but on that sample, he didn't think he would ever get used to it.

"Not sure how I'm supposed to help you with a fitting at this size, Jane...or how squirming is going to be of any help, either," Eugene argued, still thinking too much about the literal change in his size. "What the hell kind of job is this, anyway?"

"You know, you didn't tell me he was so feisty," Rocco chimed in. "I like that...he's definitely the right pick for a private fitting."

"For what it's worth, you two were already...a-ahem... endowed before you shrunk me down," Eugene pointed out. "How in the world am I gonna give either of you a proper fitting when I could literally use your breasts as mattresses?"

"If you do a good job this afternoon, I just might let you give that a try," Jane declared. The mare was already stealing glances between Eugene's naked body and Rocco's own stare, knowing how much the zebra appreciated the peep show she'd been treated to. "In the meantime, you do have a job to do, and seeing how you're already so good at getting into my panties, you should have no problem with this one..."

Eugene couldn't move, but he could turn his head just enough to look between the pair of eager ladies, seeing that Jane had already stripped down to the soft, calming tones of muted pink that he'd helped her pick out the week before. A lacy garter and stockings that ran all the way up to the thigh completed a look that blended sensuality and elegance as well as any model could ever hope to; she had Eugene's finer taste to thank for her new, favorite set.

"You're not...n-not actually gonna stuff me in there, are you?" he asked, knowing that no amount of flailing would have kept him from being pushed down into a moistened, cotton prison. "That's not...y-you're not being literal, are you?"

"As a matter of fact, I am being literal," Jane assured him. "But that's not the kind of stuffing I'm talking about, and it's not the kind of fitting that Rocco needs, either."

Turning his eyes back to the zebra, he put on his best 'customer service' smile and tried to dial up the charm to eleven. "Well! In that case, ma'am...how might I help you today?"

"I need a fitting, and Jane promised you'd give me a fitting that I'd never forget," Rocco explained, her idea sounding simple enough. "Think you can help me out with that?"

"As I mentioned before, it'll be tough at this size, but I...I can give it my best shot-

"Don't worry," Jane cut him off, her louder voice silencing the lion with ease. "You won't have to do much work at all, really. You're just along for the ride, Eugene."

"...What...what kind of fitting is this, exactly?"

Rocco held the tiny lion, and Jane held the massive sex toy, lifting the double-ended dildo into his line of sight, grinning next to it.

"You know I'm into fitness...right, Eugene?"

He wanted to ask the zebra not to make the obvious pun that was coming, but as small as he was, the last thing he wanted to do was draw the ire of either woman, knowing how easily that could turn him into a feline pretzel.

"Cause I'm thinking about fitness whole feeldoe inside of Jane," Rocco made the joke, staring Eugene down the entire time. "But it's a little...bland, don't you think?"

Eugene was able to capture enough of a glance at the toy to answer, but with that look, he didn't see anything wrong with the toy.

"...Bland how, exactly...?" he asked, still not sure where Rocco was going with it. "I mean, it's...pretty... big."

"I've got a feeling everything looks big to you, right now," Jane teased. "But this thing, it's nice and all...but don't you think it's missing something? Smooth, flared tip...girthy shaft...but I have to agree with Rocco: it's a little bit bland. Definitely needs something more...would you happen to have any suggestions, Eugene? You always know how to jazz up my favorite outfits."

"This...t-this isn't really my area of expertise," Eugene mentioned, but he could already tell that the girls were going to have their fun with him, no matter what that 'fun' properly entailed. "I'm not sure how to make one of... these...more interesting."

Wrapped up the way that he was, there was little he could do to avoid the subtle pressure on the end of his cock. It took only one digit pressing around his hips and settling against his crotch to stimulate the entire length, but he was doing everything he could to keep his body from reacting.

To be surrounded by a pair of tall, gorgeous women in the first place was already more than his body could resist, but to have been shrunken down and trapped between them was a new delight, beyond his wildest dreams; there was no way to know how he'd react until he lived it out, and against that pressing finger, his member was starting to throb.

"I'm sure you'll come up with something," Jane replied. "After the way I bragged you up to Rocco, there's no doubt in my mind that you'll come through in the clutch...you wouldn't let down your favorite customer, would you?"

Eugene wouldn't dare to argue with that, but the onus of living up to a task that hadn't been detailed was harrowing, to say the very least.

"I'll give it my best shot," he offered, though he didn't want to make a promise, just yet. "To be honest, though, it...it's a bit too big for me to really do anything with it right now. Any chance you can change me back, or...?"

"You'll be back to normal in no time at all, but I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to change you back until it just happens naturally," Rocco explained. "So Jane and I figured we'd made the most of the opportunity."

Eugene gulped. "By doing what , exactly?"

"We were gonna start by putting on a show for you," Jane explained. "A little something to show my appreciation for you being such a _wonderful_help at the boutique, but...what fun is it to just sit on the sidelines when you could be right in the heart of the action?"

"You think he can handle that kind of heat? I know he's used to getting into your panties all the time, but...that's taking a step further," Rocco pointed out. "Not that I'm opposed, mind you."

They were dancing around the point on purpose; Eugene could have guessed that the girls were going to use the toy on each other, but he'd assumed from the start that he'd simply be helping them dress up for the occasion, quite literally.

"Not opposed to what?" he kept prying, curiosity getting the better of his otherwise frayed nerves.

"...You always were delightfully innocent, Eugene," Jane's voice shifted as she spoke, fading from the obvious, sensual tone that she'd taken to a softer, whimsical tease. "Looks like we really are gonna have to spell it all out for you, aren't we?"

She was just getting ready to spill the beans when Rocco shook her head. "Why don't we just take him upstairs and show him what we mean?"

Much as she was delighted to have Eugene at her residence for a house call, Jane was just as happy to have such an eager partner in Rocco: she was the perfect companion to assist in their unique fitting, that afternoon.

"A brilliant idea," Jane agreed. "This'll be a lot easier if we're all a bit more...comfortable."

**

Jane's salary as a television personality was well spent. She'd invested wisely, saved where she could, and thanks to that, she had a bedroom that would have passed for a living room, in the homes of most.

Having such a massive space only served to make Eugene feel that much smaller , but to that point, he still had all the freedom of movement that a full, thick paw around his body would allow...and for one minute, as he was set on the edge of the bed, he was able to spread out and relax.

What he couldn't do was deny the way that his length was throbbing out from between his thighs, showing a very different response to the attention than his bashful nature would have intended.

"Thanks again for agreeing to help out with this, Eugene. You're the only man I would have trusted with such an important job."

Sitting at the edge of the bed with his tiny legs crossed over each other to try and hide his length, the lion could do nothing to stop the sudden inspection when Jane leaned over and poked his chest with a single digit.

"It's okay to be aroused by the sight of two naked beauties, you know...it's only natural that your body would respond this way."

Eugene felt his legs coming apart as he fell back, pinned under a single digit; there were worse places to be stuck than under that fingertip, when all he could see above him were two devious, eager grins and two pairs of full, supple breasts hanging just out of his reach.

"It's not r-really all that professional of me, though," Eugene admitted. "I could get fired for this kind of thing at the boutique!"

It was Rocco who came in first, her eyes lowering to Eugene's level. Her warm, subtle breath rolled over Eugene's body like a humid breeze on an already stifling summer day, and the feeling of her tongue pushing between his legs and bathing him all the way to the base of his length offered no relief.

"But we're not at the boutique, are we?" Rocco asked, letting her tongue sit against the middle of his body to utterly bathe him in spittle. "And as long as you live up to your reputation...we won't tell your bosses about all the naughty things you did with us, today."

His was an earned reputation of good customer service and a genuine knack for what outfits looked best on what women, all the way down to their most intimate apparel.

This time, however, the girls were already dressed down, and the only fabric that remained was a long, thin strip of silk, one too small to be practical for either of the girls to use.

"But I...d-didn't do anyth...thing..." Eugene stammered, knowing how pointless it was to pretend that he didn't love the feeling of such plentiful saliva pouring over his body. He couldn't imagine feeling anything like it as his usual size, but to have his entire cock bathed by a single swipe of a tongue was a pleasure that he, no matter how shy he was, refused to turn his nose up at. "I c-can't even move to do anything!"

"You can still squirm," Jane noted. "Which...is exactly what we want you to do, really."

Even when Rocco was bathing the lucky feline with a plentiful helping of spittle, matting his fur down to his flesh and teasing his cock in a way he'd never imagined possible before, the girls were still beating around the bush of the main event.

"Dunno h-how squirming is supposed to help with a fitting," Eugene said, still clinging to the silly belief that lingerie was involved in any way, save for creating a small pile of clothes at the edge of the bed. "It's better to have a r-really steady hand with fittings..."

Rocco paused at the very end of his length, doing her best to kiss upon it. "You weren't kidding, Jane...he's adorable , this one...but dedicated, as well. I can't wait to see what he's willing to do for you when we actually start the fitting.

Eugene knew better than to try and squirm away when Jane's digit came up and away from his soaked body, but for the moment, he was comfortable against the plush, downy ocean of the comforter.

The idea of being pressed down to the shaft of false flesh wasn't quite as comforting, but seeing the mare gather up the toy again, all while tying the slack of the silk string around the base...there were no lies left for him to cling to.

"I love it when you see the light come on in their eyes," Jane confessed. "That pivotal moment when they realize what you really meant by 'fitting.' I'll definitely be stuffed full, but...at that size, I'm pretty sure you can sneak him in there, Rocco."

"If he needs a little more lubrication, I'd be happy to give him another tongue bath. He was quite the tasty morsel, that one."

Despite her being an herbivore, Eugene wondered if Rocco might consider giving meat a try if it meant being able to swallow the tiny lion all the way down into her gullet; he wanted to give his own flesh a stern talking to when the daydream left his cock throbbing that much harder.

"Let's give him a try, first," Jane suggested, her words showing only a hint of how antsy she'd become...but the delicate glisten on her petals told the rest of the story. "Pretty sure that he'll stay nice and slick once you get him in there..."

Eugene could see that soaking mound up above him, competing with the soft, plentiful weight of Jane's breasts for his attention: the alabaster equine was a sight to behold when she was completely clothed, but in the privacy of her own home, without a scrap of clothing to obscure her beauty, she was nothing short of the sensual goddess that Eugene always treated her as, when she came into the boutique.

To have that opportunity in the privacy of her own home added a layer of intimacy to their relationship that had been missing before, and as his tiny frame was lifted onto the equine sex toy and tied to the shaft, trapping his arms and legs in place, he couldn't imagine struggling against her whims.

I still don't know what I've done to win over so much of her favor, he thought. But I never thought I'd end up in a bedroom with her like this...much less with another woman!

It was hard to blame Eugene for feeling like his grasp on reality was slipping: being shrunk in the first place was wild enough to begin with, but as slowly as they'd built up to the act, the girls were starting to show their fervor in earnest.

Jane was already climbing onto the edge of the bed, her hands spreading over the covers and her knees spreading wider and wider, until she felt Rocco halting her progress.

"That's perfect, love," she said. Lifting the toy from the edge of the bed, she held it in front of her face and gave Eugene one more kiss, this time pecking an appreciative one to his forehead. "And as for you...why don't you show me some of that _dazzling_customer service that Jane's been talking about?"

The back end of the toy was rounded and thick, making a sort of handle; cool air rushed past Eugene as the toy was dropped toward Rocco's crotch, and from the flat of his back, he could see the pleasant struggle of the zebra, as she rubbed the end of that bulb against her clit, coating it with her juices and stretching her body, little by little.

Up close, Eugene could hear the plentiful moisture with such a volume that he felt like his ears were being dipped in honey. He watched and admired the subtle motions that one simply couldn't appreciate from a distance, and among the softer, close-kept fur of black around Rocco's womanhood, the brilliant, sensual pink of her inner walls was exposed for just a moment, as the handle pushed into place.

Inner muscles clenched around the spot, and the zebra huffed with blissful effort as she stepped to the edge of the bed, gripping Jane by the hips.

"Remember...if you keep our secret, we'll keep yours," Rocco bargained. "Don't tell a single soul about what Jane and I get up to when the cameras are off...understood?"

Rocco was admiring the mare as much as the sight of her own, false cock, and in the middle of it all was Eugene, strapped to the toy and helpless to prevent the unique bath he was about to take.

"Y...yes..." he stammered out, shivering with disbelief; he couldn't imagine shivering from a chill ever again, when his entire body was already feeling the radiant heat of Jane's eager flesh. "I promise!"

"Good boy."

The tip of the flared toy pressed against Jane's womanhood first, kissing her folds apart and spreading them gently. Louder, thicker sounds of spread moisture and parting folds filled Eugene's ears, until his head passed into her body along with the shaft, denying him the glorious, heavenly sound of Jane's first moan.

Her head dipped for a moment as she adjusted to the impressive girth of the toy, but it threw back as she cried out, feeling Eugene's body rubbing against her inner muscles with a pattern that was impossible to replicate.

...Does this count as fucking Jane? He wondered, as the very tip of his length rubbed against her vaginal walls; to feel those velvety grooves against his shaft would have been one thing, but in his tiny, reduced state, every groove was able to wrap around his length completely, as if every inch of every thrust was a new penetration for him. Am I really having sex with one of my clients??

The choice had been taken out of his hands in the most literal sense, but Eugene wouldn't mince words about how much he was enjoying himself; there was a subtle fear to be had when Jane clenched around the toy internally and trapped Rocco in place for a moment, but the pressure, great as it was, came with delightful warmth and moisture...such that he was just barely chilled when the zebra finally eased back.

Exposed to the air again, his ears beheld the siren song of Jane's near-orgasmic bliss, and in that moment, he didn't have a chance to say just how incredible it felt to be a part of the act, even if he was just along for the ride, quite literally.

"Fuck...y-you have got to try this sometime, Rocco!" Jane's cries were finally heard by the lucky feline, but he only heard that much before the zebra pumped her hips forth again, burying him within those fluttering, soaking depths anew.

Just beyond what he could reasonably hear, Jane was begging Rocco to go harder...to go faster. She was content to learn the inches of the new toy the slow, old-fashioned way, but the unique texture of Eugene's body on the top of the shaft was something she wanted to feel as many times as she could before her orgasm brought a brief halt to their fun, or before Rocco's hips gave out.

Sloshing back and forth within Jane's depths and tickling her body in ways that the mare could never have imagined before, Eugene was torn between trying to remember to breathe, and trying his best to hold off his own release; there was a privacy to be had within Jane that allowed him to be at peace with their forbidden romp, but with that clarity came the reality that his cock was being milked, massaged and bathed with every thrust.

Asking him to keep that orgasm at bay would be a Herculean task.

"Trust me...I'm gonna turn the tables on you before this day is through," Rocco admitted. "I'm not planning on letting you off the hook that easily..."

As much as she was delighted to be the one doing the thrusting for the first round, Rocco was curious to know how it would feel to let the shrunken Eugene take a vaginal bath inside of her, exclusively.

She'd get her chance, of course, but she felt like she was just hitting her stride, pounding into Jane's eager, willing flesh with a greater pace.

_Every single ridge is kissing my cock, every time they dip me inside...how the hell am I supposed to last like this?_He wondered, so overcome by the physical pleasure of being tied to the toy that it rivaled the mental thrill of what was happening to him.

Mental and physical, however, weren't in competition: they were working in tandem, bringing the bite-sized lion right to the edge of his climax, just seconds before Jane could feel the same pleasure building in the depths of her womanhood.