The Sternewirth Privilege
A beer blogger beelines for a brewery, but beware the booze! Commissioned by Akvavit.
The Sternewirth Privilege
By Danath
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Akvavit's thick black lips curled upwards in a smile as he pushed open the doors of The Sanmer Brewery Company, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Sanmer Corporation, owner of Sanmer Pharmaceuticals, among dozens of other groups. The wolverine could smell the beer in the air, even out in reception. It was a smell he enjoyed. Even better, however, was tipping a mug back to let the amber, carbonated, brisk liquid pour across his tongue and down his throat, filling him up with that lovely warm feeling that only a true brew could bring.
The brewery was new, just preparing its first batches for public consumption. The lobby was clean and modern: white, smooth tiles on the floor, soft lights embedded in the ceiling, and a clean stainless steel counter for a reception desk. The walls were white, but the material looked space age, to say the least. Embedded LEDs in the wall created three-dimensional holograms a few inches deep. The images were repetitious, like moving paintings, showing various stages of the brewery process. There were six of these panels, three on each side, as the wolverine walked towards the desk. He admired not only the technology behind the impressive display, but the gorgeous shots of smooth beer and raw materials.
Akvavit, as a popular online beer blogger and known connoisseur, was invited to the brewery for a taste test. The wolverine couldn't have said no to such a tempting offer. Still, despite his renowned palate, Akvavit was known even better for his size. The wolverine was a beast out of time. He looked wholly out of place in the clean, modern reception area. He towered above everyone else in the room at just a few inches over nine feet. His thick neck was further accentuated by a deep, wild pelt. Dark brown fur covered his face and the top of his head, running down the back of his neck in a large, overgrown mane. His eyes and eyebrows were light tan, the same light tan that coated his chest and belly, as well as the insides of his thighs. The light tan ran in a ring around each bicep, as well as the underside of his broad tail. A medium brown formed a neat trim around the tan across his body, while the heavy dark stuff coated his back, thick and strong enough that, back when it were necessary, it offered protection against claws and teeth. Which is what the hulking wolverine always appeared close to bringing to bear, even when smiling. There was just something about the huge male that called up all sorts of primal instincts.
The suit coat he wore was specially tailored, like all his clothes. Fortunately, his tailor was a beer fan. As long as Akvavit kept his tailor in good with the homebrews, his clothes were a pittance. The black fabric stretched across the big male's shoulders. The collar was mostly hidden under the wolverine's wild fur. Beneath the jacket, a plain white button-up strained over the curve of a massive gut. Despite the size of the wolverine's belly, however, Akvavit was not out of shape. Far from it, in fact; his stomach was pure muscle. It stuck straight out in front of him, overhanging his pants slightly, and squeezing down on the broad, masculine bulge in his crotch.
From the front, Akvavit's powerful body was more apparent. The sides of his belly were almost totally flat from his shoulders down to his hips. Each thigh was massive, almost twice the width of his biceps. Size 28 shoes weren't as practical as a large suit, so the big male often trod about on improvised sandals, revealing the black-furred socks on his lower legs from the calf down. Matching black socks ran up his paws to the middle of his forearm.
Akvavit's suit stretched over his massive frame as he leaned over the reception desk, casting a shadow on the comically-small-in-comparison mouse on the other side.
"I'm here for a tour," the wolverine said, flashing another big smile.
The mouse nodded, eyes wide as he stared up at the hulking figure. Without looking away, the receptionist picked up the phone and whispered a few words into it. He set it back down on its holder, all without taking his eyes off Akvavit.
"So... how's the beer?" the wolverine asked.
"It's... g... good..."
"Great!"
Akvavit knew he shouldn't tease the mouse, but sometimes when he got serious stares he couldn't resist. With an oof, he made as though he tripped and leaned further over the desk. The mouse's muzzle dropped and he tipped back out of his chair, sprawling onto the ground.
Akvavit grinned and reached out a paw, grasping the mouse's arm and lifting him back to his feet easily.
"Sorry, buddy, but you were staring, so I thought you wanted a closer look!"
The mouse's face turned bright red, even under all that brown fur. Fortunately for him, a tall martinet in a sharp blue suit stepped out of a door and waved at the wolverine.
"Akvavit! Over here!" the martinet called.
The mouse sagged back into his chair as the wolverine's ponderous footsteps headed away. Some days he wondered whether Sanmer Corp. really was the fast track to success...
Akvavit held out his paw to the martinet, whose fingers disappeared into the wolverine's grasp. The martinet introduced himself as Dr. Connor and walked Akvavit through the distillery, showing off the high-tech stills, measuring tools, and other bits of machinery being used to engineer high-quality brews. Akvavit was a traditionalist by nature, but even he had to admit the setup was impressive. The facility was larger than it appeared from the outside, with several production floors built into the ground below and offices above.
"So, as you can see, things are really scaling up for the full launch of our beverages in the coming months," Dr. Connor said. "But you're probably bored with all this talk. After all, the true test of a brewery is how good a product it can make, correct?"
Akvavit nodded. "None of this will be worth much if the beer isn't good."
"I agree! Which is why we wanted to get a fine palate such as yours to try our brews and let us know how we're doing." The martinet led Akvavit towards a large oak door near the far corner of the production line. He'd seen a similar door on each of the other floors as well.
"I'm sure you're familiar with the brewery tradition of allowing its workers to drink on the job?" the martinet said, his voice a silky purr. "This is Der Sternewirth, as they would say in Germany."
The room was nice. Very nice. An oak bar in the back with taps featuring each of the brewery's drinks, combined with large, wide seats in front of low, oak plank tables, unfinished. The scent was good. Akvavit was impressed. Beer always tasted better in a pub, so why not build one into your business?
"You're not an employee, of course," Dr. Connor said, "but this is the easiest and most comfortable place for you to perform your taste tests."
The wolverine walked inside, admiring the decorative touches in the room: brass candle-holders on the wall with flickering electric lights, a variety of paintings on the walls depicting the only appropriate art for serious beer drinking (ships and castles), and, perhaps most importantly, a trim black feline in a white apron behind the bar, a foaming mug of beer in paw. The feline walked from behind the bar. He had to use both paws to hold the mug, which was much larger than a typical glass. Akvavit dropped into one of the chairs, enjoying the sturdiness of the thing, and gladly took the mug from the cat's paw. The feline retreated back behind the bar and made a show of shining glasses and steins.
"I've some other business to arrange, so I'll leave you here. Feel free to drink as much as you like; we can arrange for a car later, if... I mean, when you leave." Dr. Connor smiled, nodded at the wolverine, and left the room.
A television in the corner was showing soccer games. There were darts in the other corner. Akvavit whistled through his teeth. This place really went out all. Wouldn't be a bad job if you could get it.
There were more important things to focus on, though. The wolverine's snout wrinkled as he lifted the stein to his nose and inhaled deeply, making the foamy bubbles on top shift around. Good, strong scent... rich... Akvavit tipped the mug back, taking a large swallow of the beer inside. He let it sit for only a moment before swallowing.
The feline behind the bar jumped as the stein slammed down into the table, sending out a rocking boom. For a second, the bartender was worried the beer was not up to the wolverine's standards. Instead, however, a loud laugh echoed in the barroom. The wolverine lifted the mug again, toasting the cat, before draining the rest of it.
"Excellent! Very good stuff," he said, motioning for the feline to draw him another. "Hmm... reminds me of... yes... and also..." A pad of paper and pencil appeared in his hands. He scribbled notes on the flavors he noticed as the feline brought out a second stein, setting it on the low table before taking away the first.
"Keep 'em coming... one of each, please," Akvavit said. The feline's eyes grew wide as he realized the wolverine was going to be needing much more than the usual one or two beers.
The next half hour passed pleasurably for the big male. Stein after stein of each variety, and several of the first, which was his favorite so far, arrived on his table. He made several pages of notes regarding quality and consistency and flavor, finding a few small inconsistencies, but otherwise quite impressed by the stuff. Sanmer Brewing was going to get off to a fairly successful start, it seemed. Akvavit brought the next stein to his muzzle. Was that seven? Eight? He wasn't sure, but he was sure he didn't care. This stuff was pure liquid gold.
The wolverine grunted as a button popped off the shirt, flying over to smack into the wall. That happened now and then. He drank another stein in one go, smacking his lips as froth accumulated on his upper lip. Some of the amber liquid dribbled out of the corners of his lips as he tipped his head back, getting every last drop. By the time he put the stein back on the table, the feline bartender had another one ready to go for him.
Another button pinged off the wall, but Akvavit paid it no mind. A warm, heady feeling invaded. He was getting drunk, for sure, which was strange. He would usually need a few more beers than this to feel quite so warm. They were brewing it strong, he thought, as he took a swig of another stein, then belched loudly, shaking the picture on the television screen.
"'Scuse me," he said, grinning at the feline before wiping his muzzle with the back of his arm.
And still he drank, one more, two more, three more. Akvavit's head spun pleasantly as he regarded the feline with a deep, philosophical stare.
"You know... you have..." The wolverine took a moment to burp, then continued. "... black fur." He leaned back, satisfied with his analysis of the situation, and laughed uproariously a moment later. More buttons pinged off the walls when he took in a deep breath and stretched his arms over his head. His stomach had swollen in size and was now resting heavily on the table. His shirt was untucked, pulled free by the muscular belly.
Another beer, another two beers, another three beers, each better than the last...
Akvavit's shirt hung open, revealing the tan fur crossing his chest. His stomach rolled over the table, flattening against the wood. The feline kept bringing drinks and the wolverine kept downing them. It was an endurance battle: would the server's arms tire first, or would Akvavit finally have his fill? Dr. Connor probably hadn't foreseen the large male's tolerance. Or perhaps he had...
Akvavit's belly swelled larger. Below, pressing into the table, his meaty sheath strained against the black suit pants. With a grunt, the big male managed to reach down and undo the belt. That was all that was necessary for his sheath and nuts to free themselves, pushing out, ripping open the fly and zipper, tearing the pants at the seams. Akvavit's tan-furred balls were each as big as his head, and the deep-furred sheath on top of them was as big as both balls put together and then some. The wolverine was naturally gifted, but even this was bigger than he'd expected. He glanced down his chest and belly, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on with his wedding tackle. The feline interrupted his search with another stein, however, and the chase was lost.
Akvavit grunted as his closed sheath gradually opened, revealing a broad, smooth maleness. The fleshy glans peeked free first, emerging from the tight furry tunnel, followed quickly by many more inches of stalk. The wolverine grunted again, louder, as his heavy belly shoved his shaft down against the table, pinning it in place. His arm lifted one stein, pouring it wholeheartedly into his open muzzle, then lifted another stein in his other hand, guzzling it just as greedily. Whatever was in this beer, the wolverine decided, it was going to win awards. He hadn't felt this good in a long, long time...
The wolverine's impressive balls swelled rapidly in size from that moment on. The feline pulled the table away, giving the giant testicles room to roll onto the floor, where they flattened against the hardwood planks beneath. They grew bigger, first to the size of bowling balls, then to the size of beach balls, more than two foot across each. The wolverine barely noticed, as he was far too engaged with exploring the next stein of beer to notice such a thing. His cock, pointed almost straight out by his belly, jerked against the curving swell of his gut. Beads of richly-scented pre-cum rolled from the tip, sliding down the smooth length, disappearing into the fur surrounding his prodigious nuts. The scent of male musk spread through the room, adding a heady and luxuriously masculine perfume to the beer-soaked air.
And still the wolverine drank. Stein after stein, as quickly as the feline could bring them. Akvavit realized after a while that each time a new stein came, the black cat's paws would slide along his belly, feeling how large it was, or give a small stroke to the head of his throbbing member. The wolverine didn't mind. He was glad other people were having a good time, too. As long as the beer kept flowing, Akvavit wasn't really caring much what the feline wanted to do. In his inebriated state, sex would be a bonus.
The wolverine's testicles grew larger still, bloating in size, until they spread the seated male's knees apart, reaching from the floor to his thighs, squeezing his cock more tightly yet under his belly. Akvavit belched again, loud and deep, shaking the wooden rafters above. They probably were just for show, but Akvavit didn't mind. He didn't mind much of anything at the moment.
More thick, clear pre-cum rolled out of the wolverine's throbbing erection. The feline smeared it around with his paws, slickening the big male's shaft. Akvavit growled and moaned between chugging the beer, enjoying the feel of the smaller male's fingers playing over his sensitive flesh. The cat had to lean over his balls, squeezing them with his thighs and belly. That felt good, too. The larger his balls grew, the more pre-cum pulsed out of his tip, until a steady stream of the stuff, at least a pint or so with each pulse, rolled down his length and soaked into his balls. He felt amazing. Akvavit's testicles were massive, huge and fat, heavy, full of thick seed. The beer fed the process, accelerating the production process until there was no room left. Thick white seed poured from Akvavit's shaft, splurting out in waves, pumping upwards in a small arc before each wrist-thick rope of cum hit the ground and table a few feet away. The wolverine leaned back, moaning as his massive stomach jiggled. He rested a paw on his girth as the other lifted another stein. His cock lifted into the air, sending a few ropes of cum across the wall opposite.
The feline approached again, this time with a coy grin on his muzzle.
"Sanmer said it was dangerous, but I can't help myself... you smell too good..."
The feline leaned over Akvavit's shaft and licked the tip, slurping up the heavily scented white seed. The small black-furred feline moaned with pleasure as his muzzle slurped up more, and more, unable to stop as the delicious seed ran down his throat. The cat's knees and thighs pushed hard into the wolverine's brown-furred nuts. Akvavit wasn't about to stop him; the feline's small tongue felt amazing against his arousal, as did the pressure on his swollen, roiling testicles. The bartender shifted, getting on his knees in front of the length, using his paws to pull it down against his chest. The spurting head deposited a few fat loads of pure male seed onto his apron, soaking down the black cat's fur. It only increased his arousal, feeling the small male underneath him. Akvavit growled lustfully and banged his mug - he was out and wanted more. But he didn't want the cat to stop, either.
The feline scooted out for a few minutes as he filled a dozen steins to the brim and brought them over one by one, setting half on one side of the huge male and half on the other. Akvavit grunted, head swimming, a dopey smile on his large face. His black lips spread as he poured another stein down his gullet; meanwhile, the feline got back into place under his throbbing arousal.
"Oh... it's so... so warm," the feline said, his voice low and rough. "I can't... stop..."
The bartender's muzzle spread as wide as it could, but considering the wolverine's tip was bigger around than the feline's head, there wasn't any way to get his lips wrapped around it. Still, he gave it his best try. Thick white seed pumped down his throat, filling his belly. The more Akvavit drank, the more masculine, heady, and aromatic his cum became, and the more addicted the helpless feline felt.
Such was the scene when Dr. Connor returned an hour later. The martinet tsk-tsked as he watched the black cat sprawled beneath the wolverine's monstrous cock, now nearly as long as the cat was tall, and thicker around to boot. The wolverine's nuts were larger than car tires, so large the big male simply let his legs hang over the tops of them. Every now and then the feline would stop worshipping the big male's shaft, usually when Akvavit demanded more beer, to go fill a few steins. The bartender's belly was disturbingly swollen with Akvavit's beer-infused cum; he'd long since lost his pants and shirt, and his body was showing signs of development. The slim feline's chest was harder, more defined. His thighs were thicker and powerful, and, were the feline's belly not so fat with the wolverine's cum, his stomach would probably show a six pack. His fur was longer and shaggier, more masculine in appearance than before.
"I warned Sanmer this would happen if we put you in here," the martinet said. After a moment, he smirked. "I should have guessed. Of course he wanted you in here. Experiments upon experiments. I wonder how much your physical appearance will change in the end... interesting... should get more cameras..." Dr. Connor's voice trailed off as he thought, making a series of mental notes. Sanmer was directly involved in most of the experiments taking place across his companies; it was Dr. Connor's job to manage the things Sanmer simply didn't have time for. The minutiae were left to the martinet.
After a few more moments, Dr. Connor's eyes re-focused. The narrow martinet lifted his right paw and snapped his fingers. A crew of technicians streamed into the room from behind him. Akvavit and the bartender paid them no heed whatsoever.
"Drinking so much untreated semen... tsk, tsk. Well, at least he seems happy..."
Dr. Connor smiled as the technicians installed a large, clear pipe over Akvavit's enormous length. The slightly flexible rubber whirred as suction pulled each heavy splurt of cum down the tube, which connected to a pre-built port in the wall nearby, cleverly disguised beneath a framed picture. A secondary tap was built into the tube; one of the technicians showed the feline how to open it to get fresh cum before it disappeared into the wall. A good thing, since the feline was acting slightly frantic after seeing his source cut off.
Akvavit grunted as he felt the male climb onto his balls, squeezing and stroking them, before the feline pressed his paws into the wolverine's gut. They sank in past the wrist without stopping. The feline groaned. Akvavit's nuts swelled.
"Make sure he's stable, then seal the room," Dr. Connor ordered. The technicians nodded. Akvavit drank, pounded his stein on the table, and waited for the bartender to fetch more from the taps. The vacuum tube pulsed, sending pleasurable waves up the drunk wolverine's erection, from tip to base, squeezing and stroking as good as any paws could have. The feline helped himself to the secondary tap, chugging more of the thick seed, unable to stop and not wanting to at this point. Then, it was back to worshipping his giant drunk wolverine. All he wanted was to keep the big male drunk... growing... bigger, and bigger, and bigger...
"Have fun, you two," Dr. Connor said, glancing back once more before the door closed.
The martinet felt slightly bad about tricking the big wolverine, since the room wasn't really a Sternewirth. It was, instead, as the sign a technician placed over the door stated:
The end