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A paw deftly switched to the next track on the phone laying on the desk. Soft music could be heard playing through the husky's earbuds. Kyle was typing something up on his computer, an email report for last week's quota. Just a few more details on achieved goals and--

"Fuck!"

The expletive cut clearly through the husky's reverie. He turned from his monitor and saw his bovine coworker, Kenrey, holding his head in his hands. Kyle wasn't exactly his friend, but he didn't like seeing anyone in distress, so he piped up, "Hey bud, what's up?"

"The fucking--" Kenrey stopped and took a breath, "--I've been writing this code for the last three hours, and of course, I forgot to save. And so..." Kenrey turned his monitor so Kyle could see the dreaded blue screen.

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, shit. IT needs to fucking upgrade our hardware! How are we supposed to work like this?"

Kyle didn't immediately come up with anything to calm the bull. Checking the time, he saw it was lunch; maybe some time away could help. "Let's take a break and grab lunch, okay? Take a step back from it all."

He sent his email, shut down his computer, and gathered his packed lunch. Standing next to Kenrey, he placed a hand on his arm. It was surprisingly firm, and just from the touch Kyle could tell it was well-muscled. "We'll come back to this and see if it got saved to the server or something," he said, properly taking in the rest of the bull's form.

The light blue button-up shirt wasn't too tight for the bull, but it didn't exactly leave anything to the imagination. Bulging pecs and a protruding musclegut on his front, to his large biceps and forearms. His slacks were a light brown color, and similarly bulged to produce a fine image within the husky's brain of what he might look like unclothed.

"I really needed this code to be done today." Kenrey started, but Kyle didn't let him finish. "Ah ah, we're not even thinking about this stuff until after lunch."

Woeful eyes met the husky's. Even when the bull was sitting down, Kyle had to look up to meet his gaze and give him a reassuring grin with a pat on his arm. Kyle also heard the low rumbling of an empty belly, and knew he made the right choice.

Kenrey grabbed his satchel, presumably containing his lunch, and left his computer to the ordeal of rebooting. "Alright. Thanks Kyle, I guess I might be a little hangry."

And with that, Kenrey got up and walked with Kyle to the lunchroom. "So. What do you get up to in your free time? You look like you work out a lot."

Kenrey glanced at Kyle. "Good observation, yeah. Four days out of the week, you'll find me at the gym. You?"

Even though Kyle was less than half the bull's size, he was still fit. "I hit it up for thirty minutes before work each day. Not much to show for it though, I just like to run."

"Working out is only half of it if you really want to see results," Kenrey gave his satchel a pat, "You need to watch what you eat too."

Kyle thought about how much the bull could pack away. "Yeah," he responded, "If I really put in the effort, I'd look as big as you!"

Chuckling at the little husky, Kenrey smiled, "Yeah, I'd like to see that happen!"

The duo turned into the lunchroom, only a few others already sitting that Kyle gave a polite head nod to before sitting down in a corner next to a window, Kenrey joining him. Kyle placed his lunch in front of him: a sandwich, chips, and a soda. He'd started to unwrap his ham and cheese when he noticed Kenrey rummaging through his satchel, growing more frustrated at whatever results he was getting.

"Something wrong big guy?"

Kenrey put the satchel down and sighed, "I forgot my lunch."

"Ah, geez," Kyle put down his sandwich to rub Kenrey's arm. He'd go for his shoulder but that was a bit out of reach without standing up. "Maybe we can pick something up from the vending machines?" His ears twitched when they picked up gurgling coming from the bull's belly.

"Nah, that won't even begin to fill me up." Kenrey looked dejected, then his countenance brightened as he got an idea. "Hey, maybe there's a way you could help?"

"How's that?"

"I don't know if you're into it, but I could eat you?" Kenrey smiled, "I'd let you out later of course, and I'd let management know so they don't wonder."

Kyle wasn't against it, but on the other hand, Kenrey was a coworker, which he felt led to some boundaries being crossed, at least professionally. He suddenly felt the bull sniff over his head, then his hot tongue licking between his ears. Kyle saw Kenrey's pleasured expression at his taste, and resigned to be belly food for the bull, unable to keep a guy down. "Alright, but just until the rest of the day."

Kenrey looked ecstatic, giving him a tight hug, "Of course! I won't forget this!" Then he simply undressed the husky, his large hands deftly plucking his shirt off while licking his thick lips. Blushing at being manhandled, and right out in the open where they could be seen, Kyle expedited the process. He kicked off his shoes and undid his belt, just before his pants were ripped off.

Easily lifting the husky onto the table, Kenrey closed his eyes and licked at his crotch, making him gasp at the jolt of pleasure, and leaving behind a coating of saliva. The bull's wide tongue continued up his stomach and chest, lips and teeth framing the maw he would soon traverse, and mussing up his fur. He licked him several times like that, each one slobbering more drool into the husky's fur and heightening Kyle's erection.

Kyle was trying to catch his breath, when Kenrey wrapped his tongue around the husky's head and pulled it in, closing his lips around the husky's neck. All outside sounds were silenced, and the rumbling Kenrey let out notified Kyle just how much the bull enjoyed his taste. He couldn't stop his tail from wagging.

Not nearly able to taste enough of the husky's body, Kenrey grabbed around Kyle's thighs and lifted. Pulled deeper into his maw, the husky's snout reached just the end of the tongue and peered down the throat. It swallowed before his eyes, taking in the excess saliva the mouth had produced. The uvula dangled before his eyes, and he watched its angle change when gravity shifted. He heard one last moan around him, and then he was pushed into the throat with a wet squish.

His crotch was now free reign to the bull devouring him, as he hung inside the throat. The tongue rubbed against his cock, making him involuntarily grind against it. Spreading between his legs, licking in between his cheeks, he was sure that Kenrey was going to play with him, but then he heard the stomach grumble below him.

A swift swallow followed, gripping him and sliding him down. Now in the bull's chest, he heard the strong heartbeat somewhere to his right. He felt the tongue taste around his ankles, then hook around his feet and pull. His entire body now encased within the bull as he slid further down, his cock gliding along the surface. Stimulated almost to orgasm, Kyle gasped and writhed, trying to reach that peak.

He whined when the peak never came, for the tight tube squeezed him with a final swallow, and for a moment he was briefly entirely within the bull's esophagus before spilling into the stomach. A sensory overload of noise, touch, and smell assaulted him as he curled up into a fetal position, his cock erect through it all. The walls cradled and lightly massaged him, the belly working on its meal, and he felt the bull rubbing him from the outside. Kyle wondered if he'd made the buttons on Kenrey's shirt pop off.

A thunderous belch literally shook him from his thoughts, the walls trembling and squeezing around him, forcing the extra air back up. He heard Kenrey excuse himself, probably licking his lips at the husky's aftertaste. With his cock now accessible to his paws, Kyle briefly wondered if jerking off in his coworkers belly would be considered inappropriate.

He was still debating on masturbatory ethics when he felt something enter the stomach with him. It was hard and metallic, and with a bit of scientific fondling he realized it was his soda can. The bag of chips and sandwich followed, and he realized he never actually ate his own lunch.

Kenrey's voice surrounded him, "There you go little guy, I don't want you to starve in there." While the sandwich had almost been squeezed into mush on the trip down, it was still wrapped and edible. He started with the sandwich and dug in. He spilled a little soda on himself when he opened it before bringing it to his lips and chugging it down. Then he idly munched away at the chips.

Kenrey burped a couple more times, each one whisking away the leftover can and wrappers. Kyle wondered if Kenrey could taste his lunch too. He felt the fleshy tank sway and settle into a rhythm as the bull got up and started walking. The cradle-like motions had his eyelids drooping, along with the heat and comfortableness soothing him into napping mode.

All thoughts of snoozing left him when his feet were pulled into a tight tunnel. The bull's intestines already? He didn't have much time to think about it, his waist already being sucked in, the suddenness of it all making him yelp. The stomach squished into him all around, pushing him through the short tube where he was let out into another, similarly sized chamber. A second stomach.

Kyle wriggled around, trying to get himself comfortable in the newer environment. The walls here were slightly more active, and dripped liquids onto him in more volume than the first stomach. He felt Kenrey stop and groan, and felt his hands rubbing him through the squishy walls, massaging him into place. Still, after he was in a comfortable spot, Kyle felt himself drifting off again. With the gurgles and other internal sounds serenading him into peaceful slumber, he didn't hear Kenrey ask, "You might be in there for more than today, dude. Give a kick if that's not okay?"

* * *

Kenrey's shirt was stretched to its limit, especially with the new occupant. Sitting down at his desk with his newly rebooted computer, he idly rubbed over the slight dome he now had. When he didn't get a response from his occupant to his query, he said "Sounds good to me."

Eating his coworker and feeling him beginning to travel through his digestive system gave him quite the thrill, manifesting as a tent in his pants. "Damn good meal you are, aren't you?" He whispered.

His hand drifted down to his pants, squeezing his bulge. He really shouldn't be pleasuring himself at work of all places, but there was no one with a direct view into his cubicle. It couldn't be too bad to just tease himself a little bit.

"Took nothing to convince you, practically leapt into my mouth." He didn't care if Kyle could hear him, the dirty talk turned him on more. He squeezed himself again through his slacks, and a wet spot appeared where his tip lay. Fuck it. He double checked that no one was watching or approaching, then undid his pants and fished out his cock when it was all clear.

He stroked up and down his shaft, his breath quickening. With his other hand he focused on the feeling of the husky's still form, most likely asleep. He lightly pushed and rubbed against his belly, feeling up his new friend inside, his other hand stroking faster along his length. "Gonna keep you inside me for days," he groaned, "put your energy to good use."

"What was that?"

Kenrey looked up, face red at being caught. Another coworker, a giraffe, with a cup of coffee in one hand, a stack of papers in the other. They couldn't see his lap from their viewpoint. "Uh... I was telling a friend that they have to put their energy to good use, you know, for working out." Kenrey scooted closer to his desk, making sure his dignity remained unseen.

"Your friend?" The giraffe looked at the otherwise empty cubicle. "Where?"

"In... an email."

"They're in an email?"

"No, I mean, they're not in an email, but I was dictating one. As I typed."

"Oh, gotcha. I find myself doing that sometimes too. I find it helps me stay focused, and also lets me know if it sounds weird."

"Ha ha, right..." Kenrey trailed off and stared at his screen. He'd hoped the giraffe, Steven from his badge, would take the hint that the conversation was over, but in fact Steven interpreted the opposite meaning.

"Sometimes, I wish there was some kind of program that just typed what you spoke, instead of having to both at the same time, you know?" Steven went on.

The proximity to which he was almost caught had Kenrey sweating a little, but with his cover safe, the blood in his face rushed back down to his cock. It throbbed harder than ever, the exhibitionist inside him raging forth. Steven droned on, and all the while Kenrey had to maintain a token interest in whatever he was saying as his arousal grew.

The fact that his stomach was still working over Kyle did not help. Like a feedback loop, his stomach worked over the husky food, which heightened his arousal, which made his stomach work harder.

Steven had just finished his monologue on typing technique and turned away when it happened. The bull's stomach involuntarily clenched down on its quarry, naturally preparing to send it off to the third stomach. Kenrey grabbed his open water bottle and placed it at the head of his penis. He stroked hard around his cock, panting as his peak quickly approached. Another clench, and he felt Kyle within him travel from his second stomach to the third, and simultaneously, his cock grew hard and the wave of pleasure within his crotch crescendoed. His cock pulsed quickly once, twice, then with the third, he erupted semen into his bottle. A second stream followed, and another as he emptied his balls. He panted as he rode out his orgasm, feeling his muscles contract around the husky in time with each pulse.

His high eventually tapered off, and the post-masturbation shame set in. "Sorry bro, I couldn't help myself," he said with a pat against his belly. He hoped Kyle wasn't too mad that he'd jerked off with him inside. He tucked away his softening meat and straightened his pants up, and placed his newly full water bottle back on the desk.

His focus clear, he could now tackle that program he'd been working on. And he would definitely be hitting up the gym after work.

* * *

Kyle awoke to his body contorting around a bump in his damp confines. He yawned, and tried to stretch out his limbs. The warm walls around him shifted again, squeezing him, and he realized he was moving. Sense of direction meant nothing in the dark innards of the beast, so he patiently waited while he was chugged along the tract. His body bending around in the tight space, forwards in some areas and uncomfortably backwards in others, ever moving to his destination.

He realized he'd missed the trip to the third and fourth stomachs, and wondered if Kenrey would allow him another "tour" so he could see what they were like. Then he reached a bit of the intestines that didn't hug him so tightly, and he knew his trip was soon to end. He'd guess he'd been inside just until the end of the day, excellent timing on the bull's part. Whatever part that governed internal digestive systems.

His feet pressed against the final sphincter, and the walls pushed in on him. He was pressed through the tight orifice, blessed cool air gracing his damp fur. He heard moaning, and another clench pushed him out to his waist, at which point gravity let him slip out the rest of the way. Released from the bull's anus, Kyle took in his first breath of fresh air in a while. He also took in the naked form of Kenrey, who's hole was closing up now that he no longer stretched it, his balls hanging underneath along with his erect cock. His own cock throbbed at the sight, when Kenrey looked over his shoulder, "Hey there," he panted, "hope you're not mad. I kinda kept you in there until the weekend."

Kyle took a second to process the information. He sat in a bathtub, presumably at Kenrey's place, and it'd been a few days? That's a lot of missed work, he might lose his job, and--

"Don't worry about work though," Kenrey sat himself down, the husky between his legs, "I covered for you. What I could anyway. Most of your deadlines were extended due to extenuating circumstances."

Kyle sighed in relief, "Well, thanks. Glad I could help."

"No, thank you bro. You really helped me out in my time of need and all, I won't forget that. Plus I was able to really bulk out at the gym." The bull flexed an arm as if to show, but Kyle couldn't see a noticeable difference. It was still pretty muscular just like before.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up." Kenrey easily reached over and turned on the shower, the spray of warm water dousing the husky. He felt strong hands rub over him, cleansing him of the chyme that he'd basically been marinating in. The scent of soap filled his nostrils, and he sighed as he was tenderly cared for by his coworker.

"May I?" Kenrey looked at Kyle, and he realized he was gesturing at his crotch. He nodded, and soapy hands gently massaged around his cock and balls, able to reach around and lather inside his cheeks as well. The bull gently lifted one of his legs to better access the area, rubbing soap over his taint and making sure every area was thoroughly cleaned. Kyle could do nothing to stop his gasp at the touch, or from his erection making itself fully known.

Kenrey only chuckled, "It's alright, I like you too," he joked. Kyle continued to let himself be washed, eyeing the bull's throbbing cock as he rubbed down his legs, ending around his feet. Kenrey lifted the husky up directly into the stream of water, washing all the suds off. He was moved about to make sure everything was rinsed off until Kenrey was left with a soaking husky in his arms.

Kyle looked into the bull's kind eyes, and the moment hung in the air. Kenrey leaned in and kissed him on the lips, and Kyle let him. They parted a moment later, and Kyle asked, "Planning on eating me again so soon?"

"How can I resist when you still taste so good?" Kenrey replied. He switched off the shower, and carried Kyle out into the bathroom. Tossing him a towel, and pulling one out for himself, "So, any plans for the weekend?"

"Nah, originally was gonna stay home and relax." Kyle tousled his fur with the towel, getting mostly dry and smelling freshly clean. "But that can easily change."

Kenrey tossed his towel over Kyle before darting out of the bathroom, "Nice, you can spend the day then!" Kyle struggled to untangle himself, tripping with a yelp and falling over. Extracting himself from the spidery towels, he walked into the bull's bedroom.

Kenrey was pulling on a pair of sweats, leaving his sexy upper half exposed. Kyle drank in his muscle gut and thick arms, before he saw his own clothes laid out on the bed. He moved to put them on, but Kenrey stopped him. "I've got something you can wear. If you want to, I mean, so I can wash yours." He held out a tank top, and given their size difference, it would cover Kyle decently enough. Kyle slipped into it, and decided he liked it enough. Cool air moved easily through it with how baggy it was. It depicted a stormtrooper on a surfboard.

"Let's start with some breakfast. And no, you're not breakfast. Not this time." Kenrey led the way out of the bedroom. It was a nice home, sunshine lighting up the place through the windows, dark wooden flooring and a few nice carpets. Modern touches combined with personality showing through here and there.

"Nice place you got, Kenrey."

"Yeah dude, it's my childhood home. Renovated here and there, but tried to keep the same homeliness." Kenrey walked into the kitchen, grabbing some bowls. "You good with dairy?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Kyle sat down on a stool. Kenrey placed the bowl in front of him, along with a spoon, a cereal box, and a carton of milk.

Kenrey sat beside him, the bull taking up much more space than the diminutive husky. "So, confession." Kenrey poured cereal into both of their bowls, then milk. "I kinda jerked off while you were in there. Like, in me."

Kyle paused with a spoonful in his mouth, the milk dripping off it. He removed it, and chewed his mouthful before replying, "Well, I get it. I mean you saw how excited I was when you, y'know, started eating me."

"Right, yeah. I kinda wanted to taste that too, but I was really hungry..." Kenrey stopped to take another bite. "Not that I wouldn't mind eventually tasting it."

Kyle blushed, he couldn't help it. The big bull was flirting with him even after touring his insides! "Ah, we're here all day though, right?"

"We sure are," Kenrey rumbled, eyeing the husky with a sultry look. A look that was made all the more silly when he tried to maintain while eating a spoon of colorful loops.

Kyle couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know what."

"You don't like it?"

"No, no it's fine."

"Oh good," Kenrey smiled. Then he took another spoonful and lifted it over his head, letting its contents fall into his open mouth. "Bet you wish that was you," he smirked.

"And if I did?"

Kenrey growled, "Don't tempt me."

They ate in silence for a bit, then Kenrey asked, "So what do you wanna do today?"

"Besides get to know you?"

"Well, that's just a given."

"I saw a switch earlier, you got Smash?"

"Hell yeah, you like losing?"

"Yes."

Kenrey glanced at Kyle's deadpan face, but the husky couldn't hold it, breaking into laughter.

"Oh you're so gonna get your ass beat!"

"No please! Not my ass!" Kyle pretend-pleaded.

"Gimme that." Kenrey snatched Kyle's empty bowl, and carried both dishes to the sink where he gave them a quick rinse.

Kyle got up and made his way towards the couch, when he was suddenly lifted up and placed over the bull's broad shoulders. He involuntarily let out an, "Ack!"

"Did you just say 'ack'? Does that happen to people?"

"It happens to people that get rudely accosted by their evil coworkers!"

"Oh, you haven't seen evil yet." So high up, Kyle couldn't see what the bull was doing, until he felt what must have been a single finger sliding around his exposed butt. The canine let out a long breath when it pushed against his anus, slowly increasing pressure until it slid in. He must've lubed it up with his spit.

"Yep, that is," Kyle gasped, "pretty evil."

Kenrey chuckled, and removed his finger, wiping it dry on the husky's cheeks. "I'm sure we can get to the evil stuff later." He placed Kyle down onto the couch. "I've gotta fuckin' virtually own you first!"

They played a few matches. Kyle put up a good fight, and Kenrey had to put in some effort before finally beating him in a two out of three.

"Ha! Losers pleasure the winners!" Kenrey announced, and with that, he quickly pulled down his sweats. He displayed himself on the couch, showing off his glory. His muscles glinting in the light, the fur adding definition to his form. His pecs and gut were enticing, but they all lead to the somewhat softened cock that lay across his thigh, and the balls that hung beneath it.

Kenrey let the husky wordlessly crawl into his lap, Kyle's eyes never leaving his "punishment" for losing. He used both paws to lift it up to his face, and made out with the head. The bull moaned at the treatment, shifting a little to get more comfortable.

It took a little stretching of his jaws, but Kyle was able to fit the entire head into his mouth even as it grew erect. He moaned around it, stroking the shaft and starting to bob up and down on it. He sunk lower, the head bulging out his cheeks, drool lubricating his descent.

"Fuck..." Placing his hands behind his head, Kenrey restrained himself from thrusting into the hot maw surrounding his length. He let the small husky go at his own pace. The unassuming husky that he worked with for several years now, that he ate. His log of a cock was deep in the husky's tight throat, and he groaned, "You're really good at that."

With the cock breaching Kyle's throat's entrance, it was only a matter of shoving himself down until his snout was buried into bull pubic hair, who lightly thrusted his hips up, grinding into the tight confines. The pleasure made him snarl, "Fuck bro, not gonna last like this."

Kyle took it as a challenge, moving slightly up and down on the meaty shaft, while using his paws to rub against the bull's testicles. Each one about the size of a tennis ball, he gently massaged them to coax out their salty contents.

Under that expert stimulation, Kenrey couldn't stop his balls from pulling in, his cock throbbing as it prepared to unleash. Kyle wasn't able to taste the bull's cum, given the depth that it was unloading into his body, but he felt the shaft throb, heard the bull grunt in synchrony. He also felt the warmth in his belly as it was filled, each pulse adding more to the pool in his gut.

It tapered off eventually, and he pulled off for a gasp of fresh air, then licked the cock clean. "I'm gonna have to keep you," he heard, and he smiled.

Kyle was entering a new chapter in his life.