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Big Tipper

By Danath

Level Grind © his player

Written during Freebies Stream Vol. 71: Corporate Advancement (1/6/2019).

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"- and that wraps up the new tipping reward system. Oh, and here he is, our newest team member - Level, you're late!"

A lean pony standing just over five and a half-feet tall tried to hide a guilty expression as he slunk into the back line of waiters. He was already blushing a bright pink on his cheeks, clearly set against his baby blue hide. The reason for his concern was the uniform he'd been given when he arrived for his first day at the Pinnacle Lodge, a fancy and exclusive mid-tower club for post-conference cocktail parties and meet-n-greets with executives and high rollers. Nobody explained to level just what the uniform requirements would be and the pony hadn't thought to ask, so it was either put it on or quit the job he desperately needed.

A pair of semi-transparent black stockings clung to the pony's thighs, covering the bright blue of his long and lean legs all the way down to the slightly darker blue hooves, which gleamed with all the polish he'd applied that morning. In lieu of fancy footwear, the uniform he'd been supplied came with a pair of pink ribbons to tie around his ankles. Silver clasps on stretchy bands connected the tops of the stockings to a lacy pair of underwear, which squeezed in tight around the small stallion's not inconsiderable package. Above the lacy black panties, a wide ruffle of white gauze lifted up the top of a short pleated skirt, also in black. The narrow front of the top acted like a corset, keeping the pony's belly tucked in and his small pecs squeezed together. A frill of white lace ran around the top, while a matching black and white cap perched between Level's ears, partly covering the shock of bright pink hair sprouting from between his ears and running down the back of his neck in a long and flowing mane. It matched the color of his silky tail, which flicked back and forth across his stockings as he tried to avoid the manager's glare.

None of the other half-dozen maids around Level seemed to mind the uniforms. Maybe, the pony thought, he just needed to get used to it.

"Okay, we've got representatives from five different major chemical suppliers, two generals, and half a dozen Vice Presidents," the manager continued, moving his eyes to look down at the tablet he held in his paw. "I want good, efficient service, and no hanky panky near the buffet. Guests are arriving in three minutes. Let's go!"

The manager, a lean and serious-faced pine marten dressed in a pair of black slacks, white button-up shirt, and black vest, shooed the maids towards the array of tables and booths. The marten held out a paw, pressing his palm flat into Level's chest to prevent the pony from following.

"Let's see... straighten those ribbons... fix the frills on your sleeves... and for heaven's sake, try and keep your dick tucked away until a guest asks to see it," the pine marten said, his voice one of exasperation. Clearly he expected the blue stallion to at least know the basics of providing exemplary service. "You're in section four. If you need help, ask Jasper. And don't forget this!"

The marten thrust a small name badge out to Level, who took it and pinned it on while the manager stared, waiting.

"Don't take it off - it's part of the new tipping system. Now get to work!"

Level wanted to ask just what this new tipping system was, but the manager was already striding off, fixing on the members of the small five-piece string ensemble who were still getting their instruments out of their cases.

"Guests are arriving! Speed up, speed up!" he said, striding across the room to harangue the unlucky musicians further.

Level decided now was not the time to worry about money and instead worry about putting his best hoof forward to try to make up for arriving late. He looked around and, trying to remember the marked map posted in the break room, headed to the far corner of the room, where a series of booth ran along the back and side walls. In addition to the four large booths, there were six tables in the section, though not all of them would be filled at once.

A sharp clap drew Level's attention back to the front as he leaned over one of the tables, straightening the elegantly stitched placemat and candleholder. He glanced around his section once more as the pine marten gestured towards the front of the cafe, indicating customers were arriving. The tables were spotless and the dark wood floors gleamed. While touches of opulence and elegance lingered throughout the cafe - silver-plated handrails, fancy chandeliers, and expensive cloth napkins - it maintained a businesslike air as well. This was obviously a place meant for brokering deals, while an attractive and cute staff of slender males provided drinks and food. The pony worked in places like this before, though not one with such an... extravagant uniform.

Before long, Level found himself scurrying back and forth between the tables and the bar. The attendees of the small reception were not there to eat, but to drink and talk. Level balanced a tray loaded with a variety of mixed and tap orders in both hands as he maneuvered through the spaces between the booths and tables.

In the back corner booth, a large lion sat with a fox and a wolf. They wore similar suits, though their name badges identified them as representatives of different companies. The lion grinned as he watched the pony approach with their drinks and nudged the other two.

"Here you are, sirs," Level said, smoothly placing the tray down onto the table before lifting the glasses one by one with his slender fingers into place in front of each male. "I'll check back in on you in a little while, and don't forget, you can use the tablet on the table to request service anytime!"

The lion picked up the small tablet in his fingers and examined it. The screen came to life when it detected the motion. Level watched, a little curious - the pine marten had explained the electronic ordering system when he'd been hired, but he hadn't seen it in action yet. The feline's finger tapped on the screen and a picture of Level appeared, smiling and blushing. The pony's eyes widened a little. When had they taken that picture?

The lion tapped a few more buttons before grinning and setting down the device.

"Thanks, Level. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you, sir," the pony said, nodding before trotting off.

He didn't get more than a few steps before the small tablet he was assigned as part of his uniform buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and realized the lion had just tipped him. And not just a few measly dollars, either. As he stared at the screen, a silver star appeared, indicating he'd earned some sort of reward or achievement for providing good service. There was no specification as to what that reward was, though.

That's when the pony felt an unusual tightness in his backside. He stopped dead, tablet hanging in his fingers, as the lacy black underwear stretched around his growing rump. He panted as a few strange thrills ran up his spine and tried not to let out any rude moans or draw the attention of any guests nearby. The strain of his plumped-up rear end caused the underwear to creak as bright blue horsehide spilled out the sides.

As quickly as the growth started, it stopped, leaving his hips noticeably thicker all the way around. Level shivered as he turned around, looking at his own backside. While he wasn't lacking a good bubble-butt before, now it was clear and pronounced, forming a perfect sphere at his lower back, juicy and firmly packed into the small uniform.

The pony could feel his newly enlarged posterior jiggling with each step as he made his way back to the bar. Another table entered their order with the tablets, so he picked up the drinks and made his way over. A SynTech representative - a high level executive, from the tigress's appearance - and a large sea otter in an officer's uniform sat across from each other at a table in the middle of the room.

"...and so you can see, General, what a remarkable partnership we could provide. Ah, here are the drinks."

The tigress leaned back as Level set a long-stemmed martini glass in front of her. The feline's chest strained outwards against a sleek, fitted dark purple top, revealing plenty of fuzzy white cleavage. The sea otter, on the other side of the table, wasn't sure where to look as the pony's thick backside swung his way, and the muscular, grizzled male's lips curled into a smile as he watched Level's hips bounce away.

"Some kind of waiters you got here, huh?" he asked.

The tigress purred and reached over the table, tapping on the tablet to bring up Level's picture. "Yes, we do hire the best here at SynTech." Her fingers tapped a few times before she glanced up at the general, who guiltily jerked his gaze up from her deep cleavage. "How about another round, General?"

Level was leaning over the counter of the bar, one hoof hiked up on the pole running parallel to the floor. His pink tail swished across his plump backside rhythmically as he waited for the next order of drinks to be readied by the bartender when he felt it: another surge of growth. The familiar sensation made him bite his lower lip as he felt the seams of his uniform strain around his bright blue hide. The stallion's tattoo, in reference to a popular television show, featured a four-point green star next to a pair of yellow diamonds. It slid from beneath the tight black panties as his thick rear end expanded in all directions, forcing the panties to slide up between his rump cheeks. With his panties acting more like a g-string in the back, Level's blush intensified, especially when he realized more than a few guests were casting glances his way. He tried to tug his short black and white ruffled maid skirt down lower, but the garment barely reached past the base of his tail by this point, leaving his massive, soft, round cheeks on full display. In the front, his thick horsecock squeezed into the pouch formed by the panties, just as obvious as his exposed rear in the back.

A small whinny leapt from Level's muzzle before he clamped his hands over his long muzzle, suppressing the urge as his thick shaft fattened up, pressing out so tight against the fabric that the lacy floral pattern squeezed right into the bright flesh of his oversized hose. The growth stopped at long last, just as bartender finished up the last of the drinks. The short otter leaned up on his tiptoes to look over the bar and down at Level's enhanced ass. He gave a whistle of approval and flashed Level a thumbs up before quick-stepping it down to other end of the bar where another maid waited.

Level thought he would die of embarrassment. The pony's silky pink tail swished across his oversized cheeks as he minced his way across the club towards the third table. The looks of amusement and lust on the faces of the customers the plump femboy walked past only added to the redness in his cheeks.

"Cute ribbons, colt," a muscular, eight-foot-tall black stallion said once he'd set down the big male's drink. Level's maleness throbbed as he got a whiff of the stallion's scent and shivered.

The stallion's companions, a pair of ferrets representing another of the chemical suppliers, glanced at each other and laughed.

"Don't tease him so much, Edgar," one of the ferrets said. "He's turning into a tomato already."

The pony quickly set down the rest of the drinks and mumbled some niceties about returning in a few minutes. He turned around to leave when he felt a large, powerful hand squeeze down into the plush and plump blue hide covering his backside. He couldn't quite stifle the yip that emerged from his lips as the fingers dug in, squeezing one cheek from top to bottom so that he could feel his flesh molding to the shape of the strong palm surrounding it.

The grip released and the stallion's hand smacked forward, fingers straight and flat, sending a ripple of jiggling horsebutt in motion, much to the amusement of the guests at the table. Level's maleness pressed further outwards as he scurried away, trying to ignore the burning sensation in his bottom where the much larger stallion groped him.

The manager strolled down the bar, checking on inventory, and paused in front of Level as the pony waited for another order.

"Level! First day and... you're getting excellent marks!" the pine marten said, checking his tablet for his employees' statistics.

The pony opened his muzzle to reply, but all that came out was a long and low whimper. The pony's hips swelled yet again, plumping outwards inch by inch, until the fat round rump hung almost to the back of his knees, supported by overly large and wide thighs. His half-hard maleness was squeezed forward by the plush insides of his legs as he felt the dense and firm backside affect his sense of balance. The pony leaned forward, gasping as the uniform squeezed in around his torso, keeping his back curved to accentuate the flare of his bright blue pony butt. The black panties strained on the clasps holding up his stockings, now nearly see-through from the strain of containing his plush buttocks and huge thighs. His lean calves offered some relief, though how the uniform managed to stay on his swollen and growing body, he had no idea. The lacy ruffles tickled his skin, increasing his embarrassment and causing his face to flush scarlet.

"Another tip just came in for you... a big one! You're definitely making me forget about you showing up late on your first day," the pine marten said. "Keep it up!"

Level's breath caught in his throat as his thick rump jiggled with each breath. He looked back at it, wondering at its size - how it could even be possible for such a huge, fat, round rump to sit so pert and high on his thighs. He took a few wobbly steps and silently thanked his hooves - he wasn't sure how he'd do this job in heels. Looking past his flat belly towards the rapidly growing hips below, he could also feel his thick ponycock trembling and growing, forcing the black panties to stretch more and more ludicrously around his fat, blunt-tipped horsestalk. The bright blue flesh showed through the strained gaps in the lacy undergarments, revealing far more than could be hidden, as the head curled over and under his swollen, softball-sized testicles. If he were to free his cock now, he was sure it would stretch all the way to his chin and end up as thick as his own arm - at least. The small stallion shuddered at the thought. Between the weight of his fat posterior and the growing heft of his maleness, Level wasn't sure he'd be able to walk the drinks from the bar to the tables by the end of the shift, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

The pony kept serving drinks. As the evening progressed, more than a few paws and claws and fingers dug into his backside. Every delivery brought new tips, until his huge and rotund bottom barely squeezed between the booths and tables in his section. It brushed up against the muscular black stallion as he tried to serve drinks to the lion and his table mates, leading to the pony emitting a startled whinny that drew the attention of everyone in the section. The pony blushed furiously as the stallion's hands both sunk into the small male's prominent backside up to the wrists, squeezing and squishing the wide, smooth hams together until Level's head tipped back and a ragged groan echoed from his lips.

A variety of hands reached for tablets, and within a few seconds, the tips poured in. Level's slender belly pressed forward as his backside stretched further out, until the happy stallion found himself wrapping his arms around the pony's bright-blue hips. Cheeks as big around as exercise balls squeezed into the business-horse's broad chest and belly, while a steady drip-drip-drip ran down the inside of the pony's stockings, evidence of his enhanced arousal. As the stallion's arms tightened, Level's gasping whiny elicited a titter of laughter from nearby guests. The pony was sure he'd have a heart attack and die of shame at any given moment, but his awkwardness as he pressed both hands down around his fantastically swollen horsecock, only for him to sink in up to his wrists in the spongy, soft flesh, brought on a fresh round of giggles and glances.

How could he not be hard? His balls ached so badly and the flashes of pleasure running through his spine made it hard to keep his knees from giving out, especially as his cock flexed outwards, distending the panties until his enormous testicles, each easily three times the size of his own head, squeezed partly out the sides, until the black panties only squeezed around the huge, flaccid, drooling horsecock trapped inside. A growing puddle drained into small inlets around the edges of the tables and booths as Level burned with the fire of a thousand humiliations.

One of the ferrets sharing the booth with the stallion leaned over and stretched a paw out, squeezing his hand between the pony's clenched thighs. His fingers wrapped around the small horse's balls, squeezing them through the enormously stretched fabric of his panties. His stocking showed signs of damage as they struggled not to split around his overgrown thighs, while the stretchy bands and silver clasps connecting the stocking to the bottom of his panties looked ready to fly off at any moment, but held on through some supernatural force. The corset top squeezed in around Level's belly, accentuating his slim stomach above the wildly overgrown backside jutting out, by now, at least several feet behind him, sat atop smooth blue thighs. As the ferret's fingers dug into his warm and heavy sac, Level's eyes closed and he leaned forward, smooth chest pressing down onto the table in front of the lion.

"Anyways, as I was saying, if we cooperate with production facilities, we'd be able to go after the larger contracts and split the profits," the ferret said, clenching his paw even tighter around the pony's bulging balls. The bright blue male shuddered and tried not to whimper as his backside kept inflating, squeezing more firmly around the stallion's wide hips. He could feel each cheeks tremble and clench around the impossible-to-ignore bulge straining inside the stallion's suit pants.

"I'll take it up with my boss," the stallion said. "It makes a lot of sense. Hmmf, excuse me..."

The large horse tipped his glass to his lips and finished off the contents before setting it down on the shelf formed by the blue pony's prodigious backside. The pony shivered as the cool glass dripped condensation down the crack of his cheeks.

"How about a refill, cutie?" the black stallion said, his voice suggestive. "Could be a big tip in it for you."

Level nodded, shivering, trying to speak without moaning as his quaking backside trembled.

"Y... yes, s... siirrr..."

The pony's wide hips wobbled as he squeezed through the booths and tables again. Random smacks and spankings accompanied each step as the guests amused themselves by seeing just how much they could get the feminine male's plus-sized rump bouncing. Each touch sent desperate thrills through Level's body, making his pent-up need all the worse. The front of his black panties pulled incredibly tightly around his crotch, outlining the half-hard length of horsecock stuffed within, unable to escape and unable to get any harder, reduced to simply pulsing and throbbing as a steady drizzle of pre-cum soaked out of the front, dribbling down the pony's stockings.

More time passed. Level lost count of drinks, could barely remember who ordered what. The app did most of the work as the bright blue pony found himself waddling, a near strut the only way to shift his wide legs forward as one growth spurt after another increased his girth and size further. His eyes were half-closed, moving on autopilot as various paws explored and teased and groped at his rump, some of them digging in up to their elbows in his plush and forgiving backside. The swell of his overgrown cock was another favorite target, but despite the stroking and squeezing, his maleness refused to harden - it merely bulged outwards further, obscenely constrained within the black lace panties to the point it looked like a see-through mesh bag. The trembling horsecock pulsed with need, each swell delivering a gout of thick drizzle from the wide, blunt tip. A trail of jizz drained down the walkways as he bumped into one table after another, much to the enjoyment of his guests.

Level caught the occasional glimpses of other servers in their sections. Most of them had been changed as well. A formerly small and slim rabbit now carted around melons almost as big as he was - the bunny's overgrown ears flopped back over his shoulders as the bustyboi struggled to keep his engorged chest off the floor. Another server, a slender skunk, had both an increased bust and increased rump, while a particularly slim and effeminate little badger had to sling a six-foot cock over his shoulder to keep it out of the way while he served drinks, having to waddle around a sac that stretched down to the floor as he did.

The pine marten was enthusiastic about Level's performance and praised him regularly when the stallion tottered up to the bar. Apparently he was earning the most tips. And look at that! Another big one! Just before the end of the event.

The final round was pleasure and pain for Level. Each jiggle, each ripple, each movement sent shudders of joy throughout his oversized ass and hips. He ached deep in his gut, desperate for someone to properly use his fantastically large backside. He groaned as he set down one last glass in front of the stallion, who casually reached out to grope at Level's back.

"Listen, email me in the morning with the numbers and I'll get back to you by Friday," the stallion said. "Looks like it's about time to head back to the hotel."

The ferrets nodded and tapped some information down into their phones. The stallion used the tablet to pay his bar bill and give the pony one more tip.

"Sounds good, Edgar," the ferret on the right side said.

"Have a good night. Don't get into trouble!" said the other.

The tall stallion grinned, flashing his broad white teeth, and dug his hand deeper into Level's oversized thiccness, getting another moan from the pony.

"I'm not going to be the one in trouble," he said.

At the other tables, guests stood to leave. The lion, in particular, looked a little disappointed to be leaving the femboy pony with the stallion. The tigress, on the other hand, whispered a few words to the General, who nodded enthusiastically and glanced over at Level. The feline tapped a few times on her pad and nodded to the stallion, who grinned back.

Alone in the section with the stallion, Level's head spun as he felt a fresh surge unlike the previous ones. His mind raced as he felt the first thwomp of his posterior fattening. The tiger... just how much had she tipped?

His backside spilled around the stallion's huge waist, covering his hard abs and powerful thighs. The big male quickly reached under, undoing his slacks and freeing his half-hard cock before the bright blue pony's backside grew too heavy to move. The black stallion's arms wrapped around Level's middle as his thick shaft quickly grew, straightening up to saw thickly between Level's plump cheeks. The pony clenched, groaning and gasping as the huge stallion's equally impressive member hot-dogged his cheeks, wetly sliding across his aching hole. The big horse had no intention of actually satiating that particular desire of the pony's, however, and instead contented himself by thrusting lazily between the plush and warm cheeks. They kept growing, wider and heavier, lush and full and pert as they squeezed up the stallion's belly, pressing down over his abs.

The big, muscular horse sunk his arms and fingers deeper into Level's hips, tugging the small, fat-bottomed mare-boy backwards. Level's cock strained against his black panties as mere threads held the straps of his uniform together by this point. The stallion's teeth nipped at Level's ears and neck as the pony jerked and flexed, nearly immobilized by the sheer size of his gargantuan rump.

The stallion's whinny echoed loudly through the quiet club. A flood of white seed bubbled up through the blue pony's crack and spilled over his wide, round cheeks as the stallion came. The big horse's biceps flexed as he shoved the smaller male's cheeks together, making sure the smooth blue flesh wrapped fully around his achingly hard member. He thrust again and again, not content with just lubing up the pony's backside with a single load of fresh jizz.

"Hnnngghh... yeah... earn those tips, pony boy," the stallion grunted, his flared tip and medial ridge driving the smaller male wild with desperate need. "Maybe I'll give you what you need eventually..."

The horse's black fingers tapped on the tablet, sending the rest of his per diem directly into the blue pony's hips. His cock flexed, warm and thick, smearing his own sticky seed over Level's smooth and firm hide.

Level saw, through half-closed eyes, his manager appear towards the end of the row of booths. The pine marten grinned and flashed a double thumbs up before going along to check on his other waiters, all of whom were engaged in some lewd activity or another. The pine marten carried a gallon jug of lubricant along at his side, though obviously the big stallion enjoying the warmth of Level's rump currently wouldn't be needing any.

Wet smacks echoed through the room as the stallion's hands slapped forward, each time making Level clench and grasp around the fat pole splitting his humongous hams apart. The pony closed his eyes, tongue hanging out, jaw open, a dazed look of lust in his glossy eyes. A lust like nothing he'd ever experienced blossomed in the base of his belly and spread through his loins and chest. The inner fire drowned out the humiliating heat he'd carried with him in his cheeks all night. Letting out a whinny of pleasure, Level added his high-pitched, feminine moan to the babble of voices rising up from the other occupied wait staff. The pony's fat backside trembled and clenched as one, moving solidly and firmly around the pulsing, wet stallion cock grinding between the warm orbs. His hands stretched across his smooth, small belly as the stallion's snorting nostrils pressed into the crook of his neck. The flared tip pulsed against his tailhole, lewdly squirting one thick ribbon of musky jizz after another straight into his achingly needy hole.

There was no more foreplay to be had. The black stallion's chest rippled, muscles drawing tight as he dragged Level back onto his lap, until the pony fell into the bigger male's lap - or rather, around it. His huge rump flexed and squeezed as the enormous horsecock drove straight into his body. His stomach bulged outwards as the stallion's hands disappeared into his clenching rump flesh.

Between Level's legs, the strain grew too much. The final donation pushed his uniform past the breaking point, and the last strands of thread holding his panties around his flaccid arousal gave way. The femboy whinnied again, piercing and noisy, as the stallion drilled him to the hilt while his shaft sprung out, the rush of freedom forcing the pony to squeeze and writhe around the muscular patron's thickness with a wild ecstasy. Within moments, the hyper-rumped blue pony's cock stretched longer than he was tall. It lifted into the air and the weight of the thing drove his ass even harder down around the stallion's thickness, until Level could feel the big male's sac squeezing deep in between his cheeks.

Another piercing whinny echoed through the club, joining the ragged gasps, mewls, and wet gurgles from the other sections. A massive blast of cum easily a foot and a half across rocketed across the room, fired from the pony's arousal like a cannon as his incredible rump clenched tight enough to drive the stallion's breath from his body. A second blast shot lower and knocked over several tables and chairs, dousing the candles. Gallons upon gallons of spunk, the results of all those well-earned tips, splattered from Level's oversized cock as the stallion's arms groped around his fabulously thick and firm rump.

The pony's belly bulged suddenly as the stallion's growls ceased, replaced by a nearly pained groan of desire. Level barely noticed as he clenched and squeezed just as hard, milking the thick horsecock for all he was worth until the muscular male fell back across the bench seat of the booth, tongue out and chest heaving. The residual motion left Level bouncing slowly up and down on his own fat, svelte buttocks as the muscular horse's fingers curled and clenched in mid-air, while small noises of pained joy slipped past his large, handsome muzzle.

"Uh... sir?" the pony asked, gasping as he felt the throb of the stallion's flared cock against the swell of his fully belly. "Sir?"

There was no response from the stallion, only a gurgled groan. Level shuddered as he tried to move, but the stallion's hips bucked, keeping him impaled ruthlessly on the monstrously large cock, while his own hyper-aroused shaft continued to spray enormous loads of seed in wide arcs across his entire section.

"Where's the manager?" Level gasped, his cock lurching as the stallion's hips rose into the air, pumping hard. "Does this... count... as... overtime?"

On the other side of the restaurant, the manager was indisposed to help - the pine marten glared across the restaurant floor as a few dozen gallons of sticky, thick femboy cum dribbled from every inch of his previously impeccable vest and dress pants. Watching the wave of cum sliding across the floor from Level's section, the pine marten wiped off his muzzle and stomped his foot in the puddle around him.

"He makes good tips, but his aim is lousy!"

The end