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Clover stretched out, and accepted the offered notepad and pen from his boss. The opening show was over, and he had a long way to go on his first shift.

Kerry underlined this by calling out to the crowd of rowdy patrons. "Alright, everyone, Rey's tab's been settled, and we can all get back to business." The goo wolf lowered his voice to speak just to his new server. "Walk normally, you won't fall over. Table five first."

The bull nodded, a heated half-blush on his cheeks. Even though he'd just finished his first predation and gotten off hard as hell in the process, he was feeling practically invigorated. The continued pleasure from the stretch, the weight, the movements of his vulpine prey were adding to it. Turning towards the table indicated, Clover lifted one hoof, and felt his weight carry him forward. He put it back down in a bit of a half-lunge, before taking another step, managing to put it down easier, and by the third step he was indeed walking normally, boulder-gut be damned.

The trio of patrons were staring longingly at said belly, a trio of young men about Clover's size, sans his occupant. One started and bushed, scrambling to grab a menu, and slapped the guy beside him with it before opening it back up.

Clover chuckled, their reactions bringing an almost uncontrollable smirk to his muzzle. "And what'll we be having?"

Nearby JT finished taking orders at another table, the hip-heavy raccoon's tail taking a moment to trail across a patron's neck as he walked away. His attention was however on the adorable new server, his bovine coworker. He caught Clover's eye and winked, before heading back on to the bar.

The heavy-laden bull felt a bit of his blush return, but returned his focus to his job, or at least, what part of his focus wasn't being taken up by the lazy, blissful squirming beneath his skin.

When he headed to the bar with drink orders, Kerry was in the midst of playful banter with patrons at the bar, talking idly, while strange bulges appeared and sunk away in his torso repeatedly with a wet slosh and gurgle each time. The amber colored goo held out his paw and caught a drink shaker as it emerged from his chest, the bulges' source now clear. He took the shaker and broke the seal with a deft twist, before straining out the mixed drink into a glass. Patrons around the bar applauded, and the wolf gave a half bow, before sliding the drink in front of one of the customers.

Clover was impressed as well, but he professionally held out a drink order from his pad to his employer.

The goo wolf snatched it up deftly, already halfway through filling another order from the bar, but going about it a bit more traditionally. Perhaps the internal shaking was for only certain drinks, the bull reasoned.

Something caught his eye, however. Behind the counter there had been a number of large glass vessels with spigots at their bases that had been empty during his tour, but one of them was now half-full of a thick semi-translucent white fluid, with a bit of a swirl to it. Squinting, he could make out the label: Bull Milk.

Kerry twisted the spigot and let the thick substance pour into the base of a glass, filling a finger up the highball, before closing the valve and flicking a bottle into the air with his tail, the goo creature catching it in his hand and pouring spirits in to join it. But it was in the air, and Clover could smell it over the scent of all the aroused patrons around, it was strong, and familiar.

Bull milk was literally his bull milk. That was Clover's cum. immediately the fact that climaxing into his shorts hadn't left a mess made more sense, but at the same time he was surprised. Had he really pumped out that much while eating his customer? He felt a quiver run up his spine as the patron who'd ordered that mixed drink downed it nearly in one, and turned on a pencil pivot to head towards the kitchen for the food portion of the order.

JT jumped back just in time to avoid getting slammed into by that gargantuan belly as it swung around. "Woah there, remember how big you've gotten!"

"Sorry, Jun." Clover blushed, resting one hand over the happily purring head pushing up under his pelt.

"It's okay. I clotheslined a few guys with my dick my first week here." He winked flirtatiously. "Not always accidentally." The raccoon sashayed back to work, leaving the engorged cow be for now.

The night went on like this, and Clover got more and more used to his new job, sneaking gropes and affectionate rubs over his passenger when walking between tables or waiting for an indecisive customer to make up his mind. The bull wondered when Kerry's potion was going to let him start breaking down Rey, and how long that might take, but the feeling of the patron sagging over his hips and nearly to the floor just continued to be more than pleasant.

Almost halfway through his shift, JT approached him again, after he'd handed over a set of orders. "Hey Clover, I need your help with a special order."

The bull perked up, "Like, doin' stuff with a patron special order?"

Nodding, the effeminate raccoon showed off his notepad. "This guy's ordered at least six drinks that he specified needed 'bull milk' in them, and he's now paid for getting spitroast by two servers. He specified he wants your dick in his mouth."

Blushing deeply, Clover looked around to the table indicated by the order on the pad, and alone at that table, was a bookish looking hyena, easily the same height as Rey, but not nearly as thick. The patron noticed he was being looked at and waved, his blush visible from across the bar.

"Is that the whole order?" Clover looked back to JT.

"Oh no, he wants to become raccoon crème and get added to drinks too." The Procyon groped one of his heavy, rubber clad testes for emphasis, winking. "But, and this is important, he wants to keep your dick in his mouth as long as he can. You okay with that?"

Clover thought a moment, then couldn't help but laugh to himself. "He does know that for this to work he'll be pinned under this wriggling fox, right?"

The raccoon giggled. "Might be part of the appeal. Guys around here are kinky."

"Well, all of my tables are set for the moment. I can do this." The bovine nodded firmly.

JT grinned. "Okay, go to room 3 in the on-premises section and remove your shorts, I'll bring our playmate up."

"Gotcha." Clover pocketed his notepad and headed towards the stairs to the on-premises through a side door in the bar. When he got through the door, he found his belly sagged to the steps before his hooves could get to them. "Oh. This might be interesting."

Muffled, from inside his belly, Rey piped up. "Those stairs...? Try goin' up backwards..." He squirmed and twisted to one side, the fox seeming to be getting drowsy from his current accommodations, the waiting room before he was to become a temporary resident of cow adipose.

The bull nodded. "Okay, I'll try that. Don't wanna grind you into the hard steps or anything."

"Thank you..." The fox murmured happily, nuzzling upward enough that the shape of his face showed towards his predator's face. The shapes were a little less distinct than at the beginning of his shift. Perhaps he was already starting to soften, Clover reasoned.

Carefully, the bull turned around, reached out to grasp the hand rail, and started to back his way up, tapping a hoof against the step behind him, before lifting it and starting to ascend carefully backward. It was surprisingly easy with the guard rail to help steady himself, and never once did his belly feel like it was going to make him tumble down.

Clover made it to the second floor easily, and walked to the door labeled 3. It was unoccupied, thankfully, and he stepped inside. The room was not so much decorated as furnished, everything looking built to be useful. From the drain in the center of the floor by the bed, to the bed itself having rubber sheets, it was clear these rooms were designed to handle a big mess. The bull strode over to the bed and hefted his gut to rest atop it, the fox giving a gentle wriggle at the motion.

Once his belly was supported, Clover stuffed his thumbs into his uniform shorts' waistband and worked them down over his hips, freeing his once again leaking bullhood to the air of the room. The thought of letting a patron drink straight from the tap had grown on him since he first saw his boss serve up his seed as an ingredient, and now he was going to get to do it, as well as see his fellow server feed his prodigious loins.

The ones JT had teased him about feeding him to at some point, within minutes of meeting the bull.

Speaking of which, the door swung open. Turning his head over his shoulder to look, Clover saw the shy hyena from the table being pushed into the space by JT himself, who was grinning broadly.

"So this is the cutie who wants to milk me before he gets milked?" Clover smiled at the patron.

The casual way the bull spoke set the patron blushing deeper, and he nodded, a nervous cackle getting stifled into his fist as he bit his knuckle.

The raccoon continued grinning. "Strip down, hon. You won't need clothes for a while."

Fidgeting, the hyena did as he was told, slipping on out of his clothes.

Clover worked his way up onto the bed, getting his knees under him, and hugged the shape of the big fox inside him. "Gonna have to pick you up, Rey..."

"Okay..." The fox murmured dreamily.

JT quirked a brow, walking to the side of the bed. Now bottomless, the raccoon's heavy sac came down between his knees, visibly having a few markings in the fur. The Procyon bent over to scoop up under the bull's belly. "Lemme help you two with that."

Perking up, Clover nodded, and then with a flex of his glutes and a shove from his fellow server, almost suplexed his own belly, momentarily pinning his head between the bedding and his own gut with a soft, happy moan. Most importantly, however, was the bovine arousal exposed by this action, the throbbing girth visibly leaking musky pre.

The hyena didn't wait to be told to get on the bed, the jumped out of his last garment and landed on all fours on the bed. Failing to hold in a cackle of excitement, he nuzzled against the length, slickening up his face with its drippings.

The bull's body felt a rush of lust as he heard and felt just how eager the patron was to drink his output, while at the same time feeling his trapped debtor making soft, happy purrs while nuzzling directly against his muzzle through his belly flesh.

JT was still pressing with his paws on said gut, looking down at the patron. "You'd better get your lips around the base of that shaft before I let Rey fall back down on you."

This thought clearly motivated the hyena, because not a moment later, Clover felt predatory jaws sink down over his shaft, tongue stroking and cupping the underside, protecting from one set of pointed teeth. He must have been used to giving oral because his upper jaws kept safely away as well. That and when he swallowed the bull's head, he wasted no time in thrusting his head downward, towards the new server's hips.

Clover panted heavily, kissing his stomach softly before laying his head back. His hooves shifted against his own rump in his half-kneel, half lying position. It wasn't long at all until his second patron of the night got his soft lips around the base of his shaft, and he felt first one, then the other of JT's hands release pressure. As expected, the heavy fox-filled belly pinned the hyena's head in place.

Judging from the movement of the mattress, JT had joined the trio on the bed, and judging from the noise the hyena made around the heavy shaft in his jaws, the raccoon had mounted. The Procyon chittered and hugged the bull's big belly, starting to rut eagerly. "You're gonna make Clover so big, you know, Rey?"

"Gods I hope so..." The fox murmured, unaware that exchange had set the effeminate bull back to blushing.

Clover pressed his elbows back into the bed, trying to lift his back from the mattress. It was JT's pressure more than the weight of the moving meal that kept him in place, however. The bull sighed and relaxed back again, finding it odd but pleasurable to be the center of attention even though he wasn't the one who on paper was getting double-teamed. His shaft twitched deep in the warm sleeve of the hyena's throat, and he could feel the patron whine happily.

The raccoon picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his dexterous hands pressing and kneading on the lumpy belly in front of him. "Enjoy the bull while you can, once you've drunk your milk you're becoming mine..." He punctuated that statement with another powerful thrust and hilt.

The desired effect was achieved, with the hyena reaching climax, shuddering and swallowing harder as he painted the rubber sheets between his knees and the bull's own. Then his hips were dropped to the bed.

Clover felt JT's hands leave his belly, and heard the mattress creak. Craning his neck to try to look around his boulder of a belly, the bovine spotted where the raccoon had gotten off to, standing at the other end of the bed. With a grunt, the bull sat up, which only pinned the patron under his belly further. Now upright, he could see that the raccoon had already gotten the hyena's feet into his shaft.

Sighing happily, JT pressed his hips forward, the bulge of foot-paws visibly travelling down his greedy shaft. From the copious pre but no sign of thicker cum, Clover realized he hadn't climaxed yet.

The trapped patron didn't seem to be deterred by all the weight on his head and back, back to needily nursing the bullhood buried down his throat. He did wiggle his legs a bit, which made the shapes descending the raccoon rod shift and move.

Watching this, feeling the suction around his arousal, the shifting of his own meal, and the look that JT was giving him, which seemed to convey he'd rather be claiming the bull in that way... Clover reached his peak, starting to pump thick bull milk directly into the hyena.

Said customer let out a happy whimper, before getting to properly milking the shaft in his throat, feeling pulse after pulse feed him that delicious warm slurry of proteins and genetic material.

JT kept up his work, hands returning to the bull's belly as he climbed back onto the mattress to take in his prey's hips.

To Clover's surprise, he saw the raccoon's lower belly distend with a set of toes, and looked up to JT's face, inhaling to ask about that.

The Procyon anticipated the question. "He only wanted to be seed, not temped. Putting him in my balls directly would have made him a long term resident as racc sacc nut fat." He groaned, licking his lips meaningfully as he thrust forward, "So he's prostate food so that he can melt and fill my tanks."

The bull couldn't stop himself from lowing lustily, his climax continuing as he just thought about what JT said, the markings he spotted on his swollen scrotum before, were those each a patron? Were some people he claimed off the clock? It was obvious the raccoon wanted him to join them at some point, and Clover's lust-addled mind was having trouble seeing that as anything but a desirable vacation.

While the new server was occupied with his elongated orgasm, JT had pressed his belly to the fox-filled one. Shortly after, a new sensation surrounded Clover's base, and the mouth and throat of the hyena started to slip off, replaced with warm peristaltic flesh. The raccoon raised his hands to the bull's shoulders and pressed him back to the mattress once more, making room for his own swelling midsection.

Clover gasped and hugged his belly, shuddering softly as he couldn't stop pumping out seed, even after the patron's jaws had fully slipped off his shaft. Distantly, the logic centers of his brain told him the reason why he was still getting milked for every drop he could give, and that just prolonged the (already threatening to overtake his former pred-gasm) peak he was riding.

Grinning, JT smushed his belly against Clover's own, feeling the pair of patrons wriggle against one another, both rather subdued, as well as the pumping shaft buried in his own. His greedy cock kept swallowing, as he felt the hot bull cum warm his loins, and each pulse add a bit of weight to his nuts. "Until the boss lets me have you, this'll have to tide me over, my sweet bull..." He sighed longingly, rubbing over the softening fox beneath his hands firmly. "Can't even think of it until after you've let Rey go, since there's no way I'd let you go before his tab's time runs out. You're just too delectable..."

Clover whimpered softly, as JT knew just the words to use to keep him wracked in bliss and pumping out crème, the thought of swaying between his attractive co-worker's thighs for who knows how long the greedy predator wanted to keep him, it was too much for his already overstimulated mind.

The raccoon grunted, and sighed, relaxing his shaft, and letting the bull's shaft calm down, once he felt the steady stream slow to a trickle inside him and knew he was just making his fellow server dry-orgasm. He seemed reluctant to let the cock go for a few moments, but then forced himself up and back, dragging it out slowly from his greedy shaft. JT got off of the bed. "Hey Clover, wanna see a trick?"

The bull, struck by his afterglow like it was a sixteen-wheeler, lolled his head over to look at the raccoon. "Hmmm?"

JT posed, hands indicating the squirming shape of the hyena in his lower belly. Then a wet churning sound filled the room, as the moaning customer softened, rounded out, and went still. Not a moment after he finished melting, the sloshing pot-belly the raccoon had gained shrank down to his trim tum once again, while his nuts swelled up with the volume of his conquest. "Voila, Yeen cocktail with a shot of bull milk. I bet the bar will go nuts for it."

"Don't you have to come it out...?" Clover tilted his head as best he could from his position on the bed.

"Yeah, into my uniform, why?" The raccoon was already slipping back into his rubbery black bottoms.

"You said you wanted... uh..." Blushing, Clover glanced away. "like... to keep my bull milk."

JT grinned and groped his ample nuts through his uniform once he was dressed again. "Oh, I am, The stuff I milked out of you is already nut fat. The shot in the drink for customers was what was in the lucky yeen's belly when I melted him."

The bull protested weakly, his cheeks deepening their ruddy flush. "JT~"

Said raccoon relented with a flick of his striped tail, and scooped up Clover's uniform bottom. "Now, I think it's about time you take your lunch break. You look beat."

"There's no way I'm eating anything right now." Clover reached up to grope over his belly.

JT deftly rolled his coworker over on the bed to be laying atop his own belly, and gently slid the uniform shorts back up onto his hips, making sure to tuck his bullhood in. "Just you relax, your body's gonna be working on properly absorbing Rey, shortly, and for your first time I don't think you should be up on your hooves."

Clover lowed softly, resting his head on his second bed of trapped, softening prey, still shifting slightly under his skin with quiet, weak purrs. "T-that intense?"

"After how much you came just eating him? Yes." The Procyon chuckled and stroked one of the bull's ears. "I'll cover your tables then come get you at the end of your 'lunch break', okay?"

"Okay..." The cow murmured softly, his blush mostly faded.

"Oh, and don't spend too much time thinking about how you're destined to feed my loins and fatten out my gorgeous nuts, cutie. It'll only distract you from your work." JT couldn't help himself as he walked away, to the door.

"You're such a damn tease." Clover muttered, trying to hide his blush.

Grinning broadly, JT slipped out the door, and then peeked back in. "It's only a tease if I'm not planning on doing it." He winked, and closed the door, leaving the cow to his meal.