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Glitterpated

SynTech Slushpile #26

By Danath

Characters © Boo3

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The coffee shop stood alone at the far end of the parking lot of the shopping center. Two drive-thru lanes ran around either side of the long, narrow business, the outside of which featured a white stucco finish and a large "A+ Coffee" sign with neat, blocky black lettering. The inside, which included a small seating area with a half-dozen small tables, had a long galley configuration in the kitchen, large enough for five or six people to work at a time with their backs to each other. Glossy, waterproof tan ceramic tiles covered the floor, which was interspersed with drains in the kitchen area around the edges.

Dahlia pursed her lips as she leaned through the drive thru window on the left side, smiling while handing a large coffee to the bear in the minivan, then a cardboard cup holder with four more iced drinks for the group of teens in the back. The fabric of her green apron crinkled as she stretched out her arms.

"Thanks for coming and enjoy your order!" Dahlia called out, but the minivan was already peeling out across the parking lot, leaving her hanging in a cloud of dust. The doe pulled her head back inside and coughed at the dust cloud that followed her.

"Okay, gang, looks like we've got lines building on both sides, so let's pick up the pace, yeah?"

Dahlia and her coworkers rolled their eyes even as they dutifully flicked their ears in recognition of the manager's orders. The short, dark-furred weasel wore a button-up and tie - spotless, of course, as he never actually made any coffee - while he paced up and down the gangway, leaning around people to inspect their work. The doe considered stepping on his tail as he passed, but thought better of it as another voice squawked orders into her headset. The earbud plugged into her tall, pointed ear, nestling into the soft white fuzz lining the interior. A wide headband with the logo of the coffee shop in white on a chocolate brown background wrapped around her forehead, keeping her long, thick locks out of her face as she worked while allowing her ears freedom of movement.

"Please pull around!"

Eventually the late morning rush ended and Dahlia found a moment to take a break. She leaned back against the counter, elbows prodded up on the metal surface, and nodded at her coworker. Chris - short for Chrisantha - wore the same dark green apron over a white button-up as Dahlia, but the tall and slender vulpine was otherwise dissimilar to the doe, whose proportions tended towards the short and wide side.

"Any plans tonight?" the fox asked. She wiped her black-socked paws on the front of her apron before grabbing a half-full plastic cup of iced coffee from the shelf above the counter.

Dahlia shook her head. "No, but I'm expecting some new make-up in the mail."

"Oh, that's right - you do the make-up tutorials, right?" Chris asked. Her bushy red tail waved side to side between her long, slender legs. "How's that going?"

Dahlia shrugged. "It's fun, I guess. Haven't been getting many viewers."

"You do a lot of glitter tutorials, right? Maybe you should wear some to work!"

"Yeah, I-"

"Hey, you two! Customers coming in the front, look sharp!"

Chris rolled her eyes at Dahlia before turning towards the counter facing the seating area of the coffee shop, a large smile plastered across her muzzle.

"Welcome to A+ Coffee, how can I help you?"

Dahlia turned back to her station as well - the beep in her ear signalled another drive thru order was incoming. As she did, she heard the manager call out to her, before he leaned up and thumped a large box down on the counter.

"Dahlia, take this home and try it out. New equipment for the shop," he said, huffing from the weight of the box. "Some sort of fancy french press, I dunno. Jeremy said it was broken, but Jeremy is an idiot."

Dahlia nodded. The box was fancy - glossy black, with the sharp, familiar "SynTech" logo stretched across one side, and the words "Culinary Fashion" engraved in raised, matte black letters beneath.

"Hey, I know that company," the doe said. "I just ordered a makeup kit from them!"

"Yeah, well, I need to know if their coffee makers are any good, so help me out, will ya?"

Dahlia shrugged and pushed the box to the side for the moment. Who knew that one company made such a wide variety of products?

The rest of the doe's shift went by quickly. She barely had a chance to talk to Chris before she clocked out and lugged the heavy box to her car. She was huffing by the time she got it into the back of the SUV. Leaning up to see over the steering wheel on the drive home, Dahlia wondered how soon she'd have to test the new coffee maker out. She was surrounded by coffee all morning - another cup in the mid-afternoon didn't sound much fun. But then again...

The doe grinned ear to ear as she lugged the expensive machine into her living room. A computer sat against the wall with several lightboxes mounted to the walls on either side of a webcam and monitors. The living room walls were white with several tasteful pieces of art hung strategically between the windows. The decorations were far less composed in the other rooms, especially the messy kitchen where cereal boxes and half a dozen different types of bread were scattered across the counters. Dahlia set the french press down on a small end table in view of the camera, then plopped herself down in the seat. Within a few minutes, the stream was running and she chatted away as she leaned forward in her chair, gazing at the small mirror mounted above the camera.

"And there... lashes are done!" she said, her voice a purr as she fluttered her eyes at the camera. The doe's individual lashes shone bright, each one standing out thanks to a hearty covering of glitter. "Next up - lipstick! I've got a new one to test out tonight. It's part of a kit I ordered from SynTech Fashion, a brand I've tried out before. So far, I'm really impressed with the quality of the case and packaging. Elegant for sure! Not sure how the color will look, but let's give it a shot... I think we'll run through the whole kit and see what we get."

Dahlia's looks morphed over the next forty-five minutes, transforming from her relatively plain, though cute, everyday appearance into a bright, shining glitterbomb. Sparkling lips, defined eyes, long lashes, and some well-done fur texturing enhanced her long muzzle and accentuated the natural coquettishness of her broad eyes. Dark eyeliner accentuated the corners, especially with the thin, well-placed line of glittery shadowing it. Even the insides of her upright, pointed ears received a dash of silver, sparkling glitterdust. Her long hair - no longer held back by her headband as it had while she was working - draped down past her white-furred cheeks and long, narrow muzzle, before spilling around her shoulders and covering the light brown fur left bare from her swoop-cut off-the-shoulder shirt in bright pink. The doe's neck elongated as she leaned forward, preening her fur with a claw tip in a close-up with the makeup camera, before leaning back and turning her head, presenting her glittery, shimmering visage in total. Strands of silver ran through her hair, while her plump lips pursed into a cute smile. Dahlia managed to keep her smile steady when she noticed the viewer count was barely into the double digits, but felt a disappointing drop in her chest. Usually a full makeup demo like this would get a few dozen viewers at least.

"Well, now that I'm all made up, let's move on from makeup to something new!" she said, hoping she didn't sound desperate for attention as she stood up and shoved the end table with the box closer to the camera before kneeling on the floor next to it, leaving her upper body in frame to the side. "I've got a treat for you tonight - a new coffee maker I'm testing for work! Let's see what we've got here..."

The box opened easily enough, and Dahlia described the parts she withdrew - a large, clear glass cylinder, a mesh plunger, and the base for the press, which accounted for most of the weight of the box. It took Dahlia only a few minutes to unpack and set it up, as well as get a pitcher of water from the kitchen.

"Let's see... thank you for purchasing the SynTech M48AF Fusion French Press, the fastest and most luxurious way to enjoy coffee," the doe said, plump lips glittering in the light as she read from the manual. "Pour in water... flip the switch... press down on the handle... so when do I add the coffee? Oh, I see! That's easy! Don't even need to plug it in."

Leaning over the small end table, Dahlia used one hand to pull her hair back as she dumped in some coffee, then pushed the plunger into the top. Turning towards the camera, she hovered her paw over the switch on the base.

"Here we go! While we wait for that to heat up, why don't I show you the SynTech makeup samples that I've got lying around. I had no idea they made coffee makers! Let's see, where'd I put them - oh!"

The base of the self-heating french press let out a loud beep. The water inside bubbled lightly, clearly short of boiling. The small LED control panel flashed green with a white circle in the middle, so Dahlia turned back towards it.

"I guess it's already finished," she said, reaching for the plunger. "It works fast!"

Had the doe read the rest of the manual, she'd have known the reason for the quick heat time on the all-in-one deluxe portable coffee maker was the fusion batteries in the base, which could provide enough power to make millions of cups of coffee before giving out. Nothing in the manual, however, would have warned her about the dangers of a leaky battery, or that certain compounds could react with the energy leakage, such as those commonly found in toxic industrial sites, deep mine operations, and makeup.

"Mmmh... smells good, just as good as the machines we have at my job. I wonder if the temperature is okay considering how fast it went... well, let's give it a taste!"

The doe grinned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Her mug was large and adorned with sequins, fake gems, and bits of metallic shiny bits that caused a blinding set of reflections on the walls around the doe. She grinned over the lip as she tipped it back and sipped the steaming liquid.

"Not bad! A little bitter, but I could think about using... mmff... a lighter coffee... nnnnfff... next time..."

Dahlia's lips pursed together and her eyes closed, showing off the bright silver color of the powder she'd applied around them. The fingers clutching the handle of the coffee mug tightened up while the other spread across her belly, pushing the fabric of her bright pink shirt against the fur on her stomach. Her legs turned as she leaned onto her elbow, tipping far enough over that her wide hips and tight black shorts appeared on camera.

"Oooh... that's actually... mmmh... that's really good," she said between sips. "Really gotta say... mmmhhh... I was impressed with the SynTech makeup kit I got, but this coffee is really hitting the spot. Full-flavored, rich - and is that a hint of vanilla? Really grows on you..."

The doe tipped her mug back for another sip, but it was empty. She leaned back up onto her knees next to the end table, a coy smile on her lips as she leaned forward, allowing her chest to squeeze down flat across the unoccupied portion of the small table. Her eyes focused on the camera lens as her hands slid around the base of the machine.

"One more cup? I think so. This is really good coffee."

The doe's smile widened as she rubbed her chest forward, flattening it further against the table top before her hands wrapped around the glass cylinder's black rubber handle. She filled her mug fresh, then pushed herself up to her feet. After retrieving her full mug, the doe slumped into the seat of her computer chair, but grunted and squirmed as her hips pressed against the insides of the armrests.

"You know, I think I'm gonna tell my boss to get a few of these... mmmmh..."

Dahlia closed her eyes again and leaned back in her chair. Her muzzle opened slightly to allow a soft breath of hot, coffee-scented air to escape. Her hips wiggled again, sending a jiggle up her torso that was only muted by her arms, which rested atop her chest. The doe's deep, soft brown pelt showed more and more around her arms and neck as the pink shirt pulled taut, though Dahlia didn't seem to notice as her chest gradually filled the fabric until it strained taut. Her peach-colored nipples tented the teardrops as they spread and swelled, growing so gradually it was hard to notice as her chest rose and fell from her fast-paced breathing. Dahlia smiled and opened her eyes, glancing at the screen for a moment. Her sparkling eyes widened as she realized she'd suddenly jumped to a three-figure viewer count.

"Wow, lots of new watchers tonight! Welcome to my channel, everyone. Normally we do makeup tutorials," she said, grinning and holding up her coffee mug. The movement jostled her chest, causing the growing orbs to slide side to side as the neckline of her t-shirt cut into the fur halfway to the nips, revealing more cleavage than it hid by this point thanks to the swoop-cut. "Tonight we're taking a break after a makeup sesh to test out a new SynTech french press, and wow, is it tasty!"

Dahlia's hips shifted again. Her thighs rolled over the top of the armrests despite both legs being squeezed tight together. The doe shuddered, biting her lower, glittering lip as a none-so-subtle thrill ran up her spine. Her plump, sparkling lips pursed, sipping from the mug again, carefully taking the liquid so as not to smear her freshly applied stylings.

"In fact, it's soooo good I'm gonna have another cup!"

Dahlia's tongue stretched into the mug as she tipped it up over her head. Her chest pressed forward, growing over the keyboard and towards the camera. Each of her plump, thick, dark peach nipples squeezed against the fabric of her shirt, which was now pulled so tight and thin that the creamy white fur coating her breasts poked through the cotton. The doe's slow-growing breasts were already three or four cup sizes larger than before her first sip of the fusion-flavored coffee, and as she poured her third cup, there appeared to be no end in sight. She giggled as she watched the viewer count numbers spin upwards.

"Wow, I had no idea coffee was this popular!" she said. "Oh, oops! I smeared my makeup... well, as I talk more about how good this coffee maker is, let's fix that up..."

The doe leaned forward, squishing her plump, heavy breasts forward into the edge of the desk. Her cleavage pushed upwards, nearly reaching to her chin, as she jutted her plump lips towards the camera. Smacking them together as she reapplied the glitter lipstick, the growing doe wiggled side to side. Her hips wedged firmly into the seat by now, with her plump rear end clearly too wide to fit between the armrests. Having grown into it, however, Dahlia found herself unable to lift herself out.

"Uh... whoops, sorry about this, everyone," she said. "I was going to run another batch of coffee through, but I think I'm... nfff... stuck... hold on..."

The camera's unblinking eye faced forward, capturing in high definition each whomp of the doe's overplump chest smacking across the desk, threatening to shatter the keyboard beneath the oversized orbs. The stitching on the pink shirt frayed, pulling apart beneath her arms and tearing at the back of the neck as she lurched upwards and forwards, trying to wiggle herself out of the seat. The wheels shifted backwards, and she fell forward, arms outstretched as her huge chest squished down into the top of the desk, shoving her coffee mug and makeup equipment out of the way. The camera view filled with plush, fuzzy white cleavage as the doe's gasps and moans accompanied the stimulating visual.

"Ack!"

The wheels clattered to the side and Dahlia's fingers stretched out, grabbing at her desk as she fell out of the chair and onto the floor. Her hips spread across the carpet, but her fingers snagged cables, pulling her monitor and camera towards the edge of the desk. The left monitor tipped over, catching the camera so that it dangled in midair over the doe's head and chest as she lay on the floor on her back.

"Ouch! Looks like I'll need a new chair!" she gasped. The front of her shirt split at that moment, and her eyes widened as she wrapped her relatively small hands around her chest, struggling in vain to cover even part of the enormous, plump nipples protruding from the dense, deep sea of plush white fur coating her chest and broad belly. The sparkling dusting of glittery powder that coated her face and body drifted from the top of the desk, drawing even more attention to the doe's inviting cleavage and smooth, plump belly. "Oh no! Abort! Abort!"

Blushing furiously, Dahlia scrambled over and crawled out of view of the camera, though in reality that only showed off the girth of her rear end, which was still packed tight into her khaki work pants. The doe's flickering tail and huge thighs disappeared off-screen before part of her cleavage reappeared - and then the stream ended.

Dahlia gasped, eyes glued to the number in the corner of the stream - over five hundred watchers, and still loads of action in the chat pledging to be regular viewers. A thrill of excitement surged up the doe's backside as she grabbed the mug from the top of the desk, turned around, and slumped back down onto the ground on her hips. Her khakis stretched and tore around the seams of her thighs as her pillowy cheeks spread out beneath her, while her enormous orbs jutted out from her chest, hanging proud and full above her soft, white-furred stomach.

"Whew... that was close," she said, sighing and relaxing. Her enormous jugs scraped across the top of her thighs as she lifted the coffee mug past them as though they were completely natural, and sipped from it with a shiver of pleasure. The makeup around her eyes glinted. "Hmm... looks like I'm gonna have to move up a size in the clothing department... I wonder if I should go on a diet? Nah - diet later. Coffee now!"

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Dahlia's hips squeezed up against Chris's for the fifth time in an hour, pinning the shapely, thin vulpine up against her workspace from behind.

"Oof!" the vixen gasped, before reaching with both paws and shoving them up to the wrists into the bulging khaki pants. "C'mon, Dahlia, watch it!"

The doe's eyes widened as she felt the paws sink into her plush, soft rear end.

"Sorry, Chris! I don't know why I'm so clumsy today!"

Dahlia leaned forward out of the drive-thru. Her breasts draped down over the edge, hanging low past the bottom of the window. The stretch caused her shirt to pull down, showing off the impressive valley of snowy white cleavage within. The bear in the minivan stared, eyes wide, hand frozen outstretched until Dahlia shoved the cup into his large paw. His eyes flicked from the distended outline of her plump, fat nipples to her beaming customer-service smile.

"Don't forget the rest of your order, sir!" the doe said, a chipper note in her voice as she handed him the drink carrier with the familiar order of four frozen coffees for the staring teens in the back of the van. "Enjoy your day!"

Dahlia pulled herself back through the window and turned around.

"Hey, Chris, sorry again," she said. "I don't know what's gotten into me today."

The doe stroked her fingers over her chest, where a foot or two of cleavage showed through the stretched, straining buttons of her top. The apron itself pulled between her orbs, causing all of the fabric to outline them in even greater detail. Her lips sparkled with a faint glitter lipstick, though there was no trace of the eye shadow or mascara she'd used the night before.

"No problem, Dahlia. Oh, hey, how was the coffee maker thing you tested yesterday?"

"Great! Surprisingly good. You should come by and try it sometime."

"Hey, that's great! Did you stream it?"

"I did! I racked up almost a thousand views! Can you believe it?"

"Wow... who knew coffee was so popular?"

"I know - I can't wait to get back online tonight! I'm going back to make-up for now."

"I was gonna say that I love that lipstick you're wearing!"

"Hey, you two! Look sharp, we got customers coming in!"

Dahlia and Chris both jumped as the manager strolled past. The weasel straightened his tie down his short frame as he glanced around with a self-important air.

"Bus! It's a bus!" Chris said, eyes widening as she looked outside. "Dahlia - go and get Jeremy from the back. We're gonna need help."

"Got it!"

The doe squeezed her way through the gap in the counter into the hallway that led to the storage room, out of sight of the customers. Either side of her chest scraped along the painted walls as she strode through quick as she could - which, considering the girth of her ample hips, was not so quick. She was gasping by the time her fat, hardened nipples smacked against the wooden door to the break room.

"Jeremy? We got a bus in front. Could you give us a hand?" she called out as she opened the door.

"Mmph!"

"Whups!"

Dahlia fell forward, tripping on Jeremy. The lupine fell backwards, with Dahlia right on top of him, burying him in breasts that were each many times larger than his own head. The wolf's dark gray fur disappeared entirely beneath the bulk of Dahlia's torso as she gasped - his claws dug into the sides of her chest as he struggled to push her off.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she gasped, rolling to the side.

Jeremy emerged with wide eyes and a funny look on his face. He didn't look at Dahlia as she wiggled herself around onto her knees - her breasts nearly dragged on the floor between her arms.

"Are you okay?"

"Uhhhhh... yeah... fine, why?" the wolf asked, turning finally to stare, glassy-eyed, at the concerned doe.

"We got a bus coming in and need help up front," Dahlia said. She heaved herself to her feet and pulled her shirt taut as Jeremy's muzzle dropped open and his tongue lolled out. "You coming?"

"Y-yeah," the wolf said, shaking his head as he watched the doe's thick hips squeeze back down the hallway.

Dahlia nearly made it back when the manager appeared again.

"Dahlia! Let's get to work!"

"Yes, boss!"

The day went by in a blur. Dahlia only smooshed herself into Chris twice more, though she somehow ended up smothering Jeremy the wolf every twenty minutes or so. Chris scoffed at them as they ended up on the floor tangled up yet again.

"At least you're not spilling the drinks!"

"Nahspilling the... drinks," Jeremy mumbled, a beatific smile on his muzzle as he disappeared beneath the doe's torso.

"That's the last time!" Dahlia said, peeved at herself for being so clumsy. "Jeremy, I am SO sorry! Let me help you up!"

The wolf gasped, clutching his chest, as he and Chris watched Dahlia sign out and leave for the day. The doe blushed as she forced herself through the door at the entrance - she had to turn sideways and use both hands to force her chest through the door, not to mention her hips threatened to stick in the jamb as well. Chris glanced at the wolf, who glanced back at the fox.

"Dibs!" they both said at once.

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A week later...

"Alright, viewers, I've got a new unboxing for you tonight!" Dahlia said. The heavily-used french press, still visible in the background, emitted steam as the doe leaned forward, forearms resting atop her mountainous breasts, as she sipped a fresh cup. "I decided I'm putting on a little too much weight lately, so I'm going to learn how to work out! I've even got an outfit for it!"

Leaning back in her seat, the doe lifted her arms, revealing the logo splashed across her taut, fur-tight neoprene top. The black fabric clutched at her chest, holding them in and supporting them, while reaching down to just above the wide flare of her rump. The words "SynTech Fitness Solutions" formed the logo on the front, though the words were heavily distorted by the swells of her bosom, which bounced and jostled side to side across her desk.

"I've already set up the equipment. Apparently, it uses a brand new type of fusion power core to create resistance on the fly. I'm excited to try it out! And, as you know, I'm also testing whether this makeup will run - it's also from SynTech! Guess we have the theme for night, huh? Anyways, let's go!"

The doe's eyes darted to the corner of the monitor where the number of viewers spun ever upwards, charging towards a five-figure viewer count. Like the viewers, however, Dahlia was unaware that the equipment she'd ordered from SynTech contained a similar faulty battery system just as the french press did.

Dahlia stood up, momentarily filling the screen with acres of plush, soft tan fur wrapping her heavy, indulgent chest as the v-neck cut of the stretchy, supportive top pulled outwards. Her chunky, plump belly filled the camera next, before she turned and trotted towards the middle of the room.

"Hope I'm in frame!" she called out. "I've got a new camera coming in the mail to help improve the quality of the stream thanks to a generous donation from a viewer!"

The doe grinned and stretched her hands high above her sleek muzzle and head, well above her wide, glittery eyes. The make-up was applied tightly around her lids, adding the voluptuousness of her high cheeks and pouting lips. Strands of glitter ran through the cascading fall of dark red hair drenched around her shoulders. As she stretched, she leaned her neck side to side, causing the streaks of rainbow glitter to show from the layer beneath.

The weight system itself featured a typical-looking black padded bench. There was a bar across the front with two round orbs at either end. As soon as she turned on the system and grabbed the dumbbell, the current soaked through Dahlia's overly plump body.

"Whew! What a rush! This is so exciting!" the doe said. She turned around, facing the camera, standing about ten feet away in the middle of the room with the barbell hanging from both paws beneath her chest. She curled it upwards, grunting loudly as she did. The ends of the bar glowed bright blue, signalling the fusion weight system was operating. "Oh, I can feel it getting heavier!"

The viewer count continued to grow as the doe's arms curled the bar upwards, though she was prevented from getting in a full rep thanks to the sheer size of her breasts. The bar squeezed in against them, easily shifting and squeezing the plump, soft flesh.

"Feel the burn!" the doe said, grinning as she got into a rhythm with the curls. "This is so much fun!"

Dahlia's pelt stretched and splayed, individual hairs turning and twisting as the flesh beneath solidified. Though a plentiful layer of soft, fuzzy fur and fatty skin remained to leave her plump body as soft as ever, the doe's underlying musculature thickened and grew stronger, stronger, and even stronger as she continued to curl her arms. Her belly hardened, stiffening beneath her pelt, and she let out a louder moan as she found the weight suddenly increased.

"Oof! It's... it's getting really... nffff... heavy," she gasped. Her quivering thighs went taut, showing the surge of muscle and tendon beneath the plumpness. Between the powerful quads, which squeezed together side to side, a new bulge stretched forward, pressing outwards against the matching black trunks that wrapped around her lower half. "That's the dynamic weight the manual mentioned... the more you can lift, the more weight you'll... nnnnnnnffffff... feel!"

Dahlia scraped her hooves against the carpet as she forced her arms to lift upwards again. She grinned down towards the camera before she realized it was pointing too low - the frame filled with the lower part of her breasts, her wide, flat belly, and her immense hips, cutting off just above the thickening, cylindrical bulge shoving down the right leg of the shorts.

"Hey, sorry about the camera, everyone! I'll fix it right after these... last... few... ooonnnnffff... reps!"

The doe's black top stretched upwards, pulling away and revealing more and more of her voluptuous figure. Soon the hemline squeezed under her nips, barely covering them as the camera appeared to drop even lower. Now the view showed only the massive, lewd bulge sliding and slithering lower down the leg of her black shorts. Dahlia didn't seem to notice, though the stream chat scrolled with a blinding fury and the viewer count leapt higher as she moaned and groaned, each curl of her arms sending pleasant burning shocks up and down her body. Her fingers thickened up, as did her forearms and biceps, while her feet pressed further to the sides, stretching away from each other as her entire body thickened up, filling out until the shorts stretched more like a bikini around her hips. The massive, obvious maleness filling the front curled over on itself, tucking around and under the matching orbs growing in beneath.

All of the sudden, the bar dropped in front of the camera, clanking off the carpet with a dull thud. The huge bulge swung side to side, filling the camera entirely as Dahlia strode forward. Reaching down, she reached for the camera and adjusted the view, turning it up so that when she stepped back, it captured her from head to knees.

"Whew! What a workout! I feel like I could go all night lifting this!" she said. The doe squatted down, hips shoving out, popping through the incredibly overstretched leg holes of the shorts and forcing the fabric between the cheeks. Each side of her rump featured a glossy plain of dark brown fur with white spreading from the insides of her thighs. The cheeks twitched and lifted as the doe stood back up with a deep grunt. "Let's do a few more sets! And thanks for watching - don't forget to leave a tip if you enjoy my workout tips! Later, I'll be showing you how to customize clothes, especially if you happen to be a bit on the larger side like me!"

The doe, who was rapidly approaching the ten foot mark, let out an especially vibrant moan as a drizzle of pre-cum drenched the carpet between her legs. Dahlia smiled as she glanced towards the monitors.

Five figures. This was going great!

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The next day...

"Wow, Dahlia, looking good!"

"Thanks, Chris! Lemme get an iced coffee to go, will ya?"

At twelve feet tall, Dahlia barely fit through the entrance to the coffee shop even doubled over and twisted sideways. A small denim jacket festooned in shiny sequins and glued-on glitter hugged her massive shoulders and left her massive biceps on full display. Like her thighs, there was less pudge covering the dense, powerful muscle hidden beneath her waspy figure and soft fur. Her chest thrust through in front of the jacket, keeping the flaps too far apart to even contemplate fastening in the front. A plain white t-shirt with a plunging v-neck squeezed against her torso, outlining and wrapping under the pair of teardrops swaying against the shredded fabric. Clumps of white and brown fur stuck through the intentional holes of the shirt, which ended halfway down her belly. The doe's denim shorts were even more casual. Titanic thighs squeezed through the legs, which disappeared in the fuzz around her crotch. The front of the jeans shoved outwards with the force and weight of the compacted, squeezed-in sheath and sac. The tension on the fabric caused it to quiver and bounce, with not an ounce of sag. Dahlia's hooves glittered, entirely covered in a heavy layer of glittering dust.

The doe spread her dark-painted lips. Her makeup was laid on thick, matching the intensity of her punked clothing. A tall, spiked mohawk, each section a vibrantly colored shade of the rainbow, glistened and glittered as the tips occasionally bent against the ceiling tilings. Dahlia leaned forward, arms crossed beneath her chest as she rested her forearms on the counter. Her hips swung behind her as she grinned down at Chris as the fox made her drink. Above her thighs, her bulge drooped low past her knees.

"You work tomorrow?" the doe asked.

"Yup, bright and early opening shift."

"Oh, I'll see you then," Dahlia said. "I haven't minded mornings so much now that I make my own coffee at home before coming in. Those french presses really work."

"They've been popular here, too," Chris said, glancing at the half-dozen presses arranged on the counter nearby. "Oh, hey, how's the stream going? My friends were all asking me if I know you!"

"Oh, yeah, it's going so good! I've got loads of new equipment and I'm getting close to the six-figure mark. I've even been approached by a couple streamers to do joint videos together!"

"Wow! That's amazing!"

"I know! I'm so excited! I spent all morning practicing my make-up and working out," the doe said. Her breasts filled the countertop and spilled off both sides as she relaxed. Her wide hips and enormous rump swayed behind her as she flicked her huge, wispy tail. "You know, I always wanted to ask you, but I didn't think you'd be interested because my stream was so small, but would you want to come by for a makeover sometime?"

"Let me guess - the theme would be glitter?" the vixen asked as she set down the doe's complimentary drink order. "Of course I'd be interested, and I would have said yes even if there were no viewers at all, you know."

"Oh, you're the best, Chris! Thanks for the coffee - and I'll let you know about when to come over for the most glitzy, glamorous style you'll ever have!" Dahlia said, grasping the tiny - for her - cup. She plumped up her pursed lips and sucked on the straw, draining half the large in a single sip. "Mmmh... delicious!"

The doe strutted out, hooves clipping across the floor, wide rump swaying beneath her upturned tail. The doe's radical glitterpunk vibe turned heads and caused a fender bender amongst the drive thru patrons as she strolled to her SUV and squeezed inside. She adjusted the rearview mirror, first checking her lipstick, before angling it towards the backseat, where a new SynTech-branded box waited for that night's stream...

* * *

Later that night...

"I know you've all been enjoying my workout series," Dahlia said, standing in the center of her room. The doe's ears nearly scraped the ceiling as she flexed her arm. From the soft, pudgy surface, an impressively large, sculpted bicep emerged; when she switched to a full-body demonstration, the true power of the doe's massive, powerful figure revealed itself. Dahlia's painted lips spread into a grin as she let her fingers trail down the curve of the sports bra wrapped around her torso. The tube pulled her chest inwards, though the fabric wasn't wide enough to completely cover her nipples. Below, a loincloth-like wrap draped over the clear bulge of her sheath, shaft hanging out and down clear past her own huge balls. When she leaned back, the fabric pulled tighter, showing off not just the sheer size of the doe's buckness, but also the fat veins stretching along the meaty shaft.

"And believe me, I feel great! But we're going to switch things up and celebrate fifty thousand subscribers!" the doe said. "Can you believe it? Incredible! You're all so amazing for supporting me like this, and I hope you'll enjoy today's unboxing - a selection of wines from Beau Vineyards!"

The doe's hips twisted as she leaned down and picked up a large box containing twelve bottles of wine. The box was dark, glossy black, with the now-familiar SynTech logo in the corner, and "Beau Vineyards" in a bright green on the front. The classy-looking set of wine looked small in the massive doe's fingers as she tugged open the cardboard flaps.

"Let's see... a selection of our finest wines, including a 1983 - one of our finest years. Please enjoy this complimentary selection, and don't forget to glitter! Aw, how sweet!" Dahlia said, reading the note included in the top of the box above the foam packaging surrounding the bottles. "Thanks, Beau Vineyards! I had no idea SynTech made wine, but I've heard great things about this brand. What should we start with? This is an amazing selection!"

As she spoke, Dahlia pulled out the various bottles by pinching the necks with her fingertips. The enormous doe knelt down in front of the camera, holding half a dozen in the palm of each hand.

"Let's see... there's a Muskred Cabernet, a Smoky Pinot... hmmm... I guess we can just try them all!" Dahlia said, winking one of her heavily-painted, glittering eyelids at the camera. "We'll be just a little bit naughty... so don't tell on me, okay? Hee!"

The doe carefully set the bottles down on the floor next to her except for one, which she opened by piercing the foil top with one of her long, glittering fingernails. The pointed tip sunk into the cork and popped it free with a gentle tug.

"You know, one of the nice things about Beau Vineyards is the care they take with their packaging," Dahlia said. "They use this fancy new refrigeration technique to keep the wine at an optimal temperature during transport. It even keeps the white wines, like this one, well chilled so you can drink it straight away!"

The doe showed off the packaging to the camera, pointing at the heavy fusion batteries powering the microfridgeration process, before tipping back a bottle and taking a sip - which cleared almost half of it in a single swallow.

"Ooh, that's nice and bright! A very good, fruity finish," Dahlia said, smacking her lips. Hints of dark purple lipstick and glitter stuck to the end of the bottle after she tipped it back for a second time, this time draining it entirely. "I could go for another of those easy! Too bad you're not here with me, all my wonderful viewers, so you could have a taste yourself! But trust me, it's good. I may even put in a regular monthly order for this one. Yum!"

Dahlia turned her attention to another bottle. How could the doe know that the fusion batteries in the coolant unit malfunctioned, and flooded the wine with powerful fusion energy? The alcohol alone certainly wasn't responsible for the sudden euphoria that spread down the doe's bosoms, tingling even more brightly than the finish on the next white wine she opened and drank.

"Ooh, also delicious! Let's try a red next!"

The doe reached up with her free hand and tugged at her sports bra, dragging the fabric down and then up, trying to position it more comfortably over the thick, plump nipples that hardened beneath. The friction of the stretchy fabric sent shivers down into the doe's thighs, making her pent-up maleness throb visibly on camera. As the third bottle of wine emptied into the thirsty doe's throat past her painted lips, her sports bra pulled away from her breasts, lifted outwards by the hardening of her fat nipples. Though proportional to her massive, oversized cups, each was easily as big as both of her fists put together. The tenting effect caused more jiggling as Dahlia quickly swallowed and licked her lips carefully.

"Whew! Also amazing. I tell you what, SynTech really knows what they're doing. And let's also say a big hello to all my new viewers tonight! Can you believe we're already almost to 75,000 people? Incredible! As incredible as this delicious wine! Beau Vineyards, they sure know how to put together a bottle, huh?"

The doe's wide grin and even wider nipples filled the frame. Dark spots appeared on the fabric, spreading larger until drops of thick white milk dribbled down the doe's glossy white fur. The dribble soon turned into a non-stop flow as Dahlia extolled the virtues of the alcohol, drinking her way through several more bottles as she jiggled and wiggled on stream. The underswells of her bosoms dripped with milk as the hard nips squeezed into the fabric, spurting right through the thin material.

"Mmmph... I better be a little... hic... careful I don't overdo it!" Dahlia said, her grin going sideways as she leaned forward. Her fat, leaking nipples squeezed against the sports bra, which threatened to slide off due to the slickness of the taut skin. "What do you think, chat? Keep going?"

The doe slumped backwards into her new chair, an oversized model that could handle her massive twelve-foot-tall frame. She giggled, blushing as she popped open the last bottle. Her wide tongue spread around the neck as she made a show of suckling it between her lips. Her smooth, plump belly spread down towards her thighs, which pushed the bulge in her shorts high above the desk, keeping them in view of the camera. By the time she drained the bottle, two rivers of milk rolled down her belly, spreading around her sides and pooling on the seat beneath her. Her nipples popped free as she let out a gasp, popping her muzzle from the neck of the bottle. The thick teats flexed, straightening, as the built-up pressure released in waves, pulsing blasts of warm, thick white cream.

"Ooh, oops! Sorry about that, viewers... guess I outgrew this top, huh?" the doe said, her voice a low and rumbly purr of pleasure. She made no effort to hide herself as her enormous breasts squeezed together between her chest, causing even larger blasts of warm cream to dribble down between her thighs. "Oh... I'm gonna need a towel! Too bad you aren't here to help clean me up!"

The doe's giggled filled the stream as she grabbed some white handkerchiefs, which were far too small for the job, and dabbed at her breasts and hips and bound-up maleness, making a show of it. Her muscular body flexed occasionally, reminding the people watching of the enormous doe's hidden strength - she needed every bit of it to haul around the enormous lactating tits filling her arms and the camera lens.

"Oh, hey - 100,000 viewers! Welcome, everyone! You're just in time to join us as I sample some terrific wines... now, how about I answer some viewer questions?"

The doe sunk back into her massive couch, spreading her thick thighs to the sides. The enormous maleness jutting from her hips pressed forward, pushed upwards by the bowling ball-sized nuts that nestled down between the doe's legs. The tip bobbed between her knees, half-hard but pulsing with need; every five or six seconds, the massive member lurched upwards while releasing a drizzle of thick, clear pre-cum.

The bottom swells of her furry, creamy chest settled down along and on top of her massive sheath as she used her phone to control the cameras, switching to one of the newly-installed small cameras in the corner of the room. She beamed up and zoomed in on herself as both of her fat nipples released extra thick bursts of warm, rich cream.

"Let's see... here's a question from the chat: How big is your cock? Oh, my!" the doe said, pursing her lips and smirking. She fanned herself with her fingers and looked coy, though her fat maleness lurched upwards and bounced, flexing. Once she finished showing off for the camera, she ran her fingers over her chin, beneath her painted, glittering lips. "You know, I'm not really sure... maybe I should measure it on stream sometime!"

The doe's wide eyes scanned the chat on her phone for a moment, then she switched the view to another of the cameras in the room, this one showing her from the front. Only her head, shoulders, and the upper swells of her mammoth torso remained in frame.

"No, seriously! Never measured!" she said. Her lips spread into a devious grin and her half-lidded, glittering eyes narrowed as she reached out a long arm and wrapped her fingers around the head of her maleness, pulling the tip up and slightly into view of the camera. "When you're this big, there's just no need to get that specific. You can either handle it or you can't..."

The doe closed her eyes and licked her lips slowly, dragged her tongue across her glittering lips as the thick tip of her stalk flexed. The clear pre-cum that surged over her powerful fingers shone in the light, speckled with glitter coming from somewhere within the doe's very body. Her painted nails shone as she let out a long, low coo of need, before her eyes fluttered open and she smirked into the camera lens while shoving her massive arousa back out of view. Her other paw appeared instead, holding a bottle of wine, from which she took a sip while eyeballing the camera lens.

"Sorry, stream, got a little handsy there, didn't I? Anyways, let's answer a few more questions. This is the 1983, by the way, and it is uh-maze-ying..."

A loud knock rang out from somewhere behind the doe, and she turned her slender - at least, slender for a 12-foot-tall Amazonian doe who was apparently unaware of her own build - towards the side, then stood up and strode out of view of the camera. There was some muted talking in the background, and then a high-pitched squeal of excitement.

After another few seconds, Dahlia's perky, glitter-infused features appeared on camera, popping up from the lower corner.

"Good news, stream! Well, bad news, too. Unfortunately, I was so excited about the wine arriving that I completely forgot I'd already planned to surprise you all with my first makeover special!"

The doe shifted to the side as her arm pulled Chris in against her cheek. The vixen's legs dangled against the muscular doe's hips and thighs as her arms were forced into the plump, broad expanse of Dahlia's heavy chest. Only their faces fit into the camera frame.

"This is Chris! We work at the same coffee shop. Say hi, Chris!"

Peeking from over the swell of the doe's chest, the vixen grinned and perked her ears. "Hi!"

"Chris is being my brave volunteer for a complete. Glitter. Makeover." The doe's emphasis on each word added to the drama of the moment. "We are going to have so much fun! And - bonus - we can get Chris's thoughts on this delicious wine from Beau Vineyards! Settle in, Chris, and I'll get you a glass, then we can get started. You won't recognize yourself when I'm done! Hee hee!"

The vixen grinned as, within moments, a glass and bottle appeared in her paws. She faced forward, chin up, and rested the bottom of the bottle on one of Dahlia's breasts as the doe crouched in front of her. The camera captured the view from the side at an angle featuring Chris's head and upper body, though Dahlia's sideboob and shoulders occasionally drifted across the lens.

The vixen grinned as she held the bottle up and poured a glass, before setting it down on the table behind her. She pursed her lips, savoring the flavor, as Dahlia's fingers grasped at tiny makeup brushes and kits, arranging them on a tray underneath the camera to their side.

"This is amazing!" the vixen said. Her broad red tail bushed out as she pursed her lips again. "This is the... let's see... Beau Vin Special Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon, limited edition. Wow... I can see why, this is incredible!"

"Oh, let me try!"

The doe took a long swig from the bottle while Chris drained her glass, and both smacked their lips and savored the warmth that spread through their upper bodies over the next few moments.

"Hmmm... hints of oak, very fruity. Cream, maybe?" Chris mused while pouring herself another glass.

"I have no idea - but it's definitely got a great taste! Leaves me wanting mmmmore!"

The doe, having completed her preparations, leaned forward and squinted, focusing her painted, glittering features on the vixen, who shifted slowly side to side across her seat. Chris's fingers dragged across her thighs and her lower body moved slowly, but she did her best to keep her upper half still as Dahlia carefully applied eyeliner and base to her fur.

"Now, Chris has this gorgeous red fur of which I am totes jealous," Dahlia said, grinning at the camera. Her enormous chest filled the lower part of the screen, though she was so heavy and swollen her nipples hung well out of frame. "In order to accentuate that, I'm going to stick to either silver or gold. You may think I'm holding back, but you just wait and see."

Chris let out a gasp as she felt the brush tickle through her fur, powdering then blending then streaking then sifting as the doe applied layer after layer to build up the final effect. That effect was completed when the doe's fingers drew back the tube of golden lipstick - a clear gel packed full of actual gold flake.

"This SynTech ClearlyGold lipstick really goes on smooth. It's not the most durable, but boy, does it look sparkly!" Dahlia said, beaming as she shifted out of the way and revealed the restyled vixen to the stream.

Chris's muzzle hung half open. Her long, slender red tongue shifted up and down over her plump, moist golden lips. Gold outlined the majority of her face, highlighting her eyes and drawing attention to the sleek lines of her skull. Her ears flashed, reflecting the light on the outside, while a more muted silver dust sparkled on the inside. Her eyes were lidded over, half-open, as she stared forward in a dazed haze of lust. Drops of drool fell from the tip of her extended tongue and into the upper part of her shirt.

The shirt was stretched, pulled tight to the point of straining the threads of the seams. The dark green cotton featured the A+ Coffee Shop logo in a bright white print, but it was distended around the massively swollen orbs and fat, hard nipples. The vixen's breasts heaved as she closed her eyes all the way, tipped her head back, and drank the remaining few sips of wine in her glass. Her fat, plump nipples swung upwards, pumping fresh, thick vixenmilk through the straining fabric. The cream drippled down her swells, gathering at the bottoms before falling around her thighs out of frame. They'd more than quadrupled in size, larger proportionally than even Dahlia's, and leaked even more milk than the doe did.

"Mmmhhh! The only thing better than this wine," the vixen gasped, "is this makeover! Dahlia, you are a genius!"

* * *

A week later...

"Hey, Dahlia - hurry up, there's a bus coming in!"

"Be right there, Chris!"

"And bring Jeremy with you!"

"Okay!"

Dahlia's milk-soaked apron clung to her chest. The massive garment spread across her entire torso, though there wasn't a shirt big enough with buttons to meet the dress code, so she was topless beneath. The manager hadn't seemed to mind - the weasel took one look and turned on his heel, disappearing for hours in his office. Dahlia grinned as she stared past the tents of her nipples towards her thighs. Shiny, rainbow glitter sparkled around her eyes, on her lips, and in the long, straight strands of her hair. She could just see the tips of Jeremy's ears poking out from the white fuzz coating her inner legs. Her immense balls draped over his neck, squeezing him down, as two-thirds of her massive maleness curled over, half-hard, and shoved between his lips. His neck bulged as she ground her shaft deeper, using her elegant, long-nailed fingers to squeeze the fat maleness in. Jeremy's eyes bulged almost as much as his neck as the immense doe's shaft flexed deep inside, releasing a gushing flood of sparkling, glittery seed that rounded out his belly with a loud gurgle.

"Mmmhh... thanks for helping me out, Jeremy," the doe said, grinning wide as her chest shifted side to side, dragging the wolf's eyes towards the outlines of her fat, leaking nipples. She pulled her paws back, dragging her shiny nails across the smooth, light pink skin of her maleness. The veins throbbed as her cock flexed again, threatening to grow fully hard even embedded as tightly as it was in the squirming wolf's throat. The stalk flexed, forcing a pulse of seed to erupt from around his sealed lips and nostrils. The thick, clear pre-cum sparkled and glittered in the fluorescent lights as it poured down and soaked into what showed of the wolf's trapped head. His ears flicked rapidly as she shifted, lifting her hips from his chest. As she stood, her cock shoved straight down and swung outwards, until Jeremy found himself dragged upright by the thickness. The wolf gurgled again as pints of thick, sticky, sparkling pre-cum erupted from his nostrils again. His claws furrowed through the dense, thick fur coating Dahlia's throbbing balls.

"Oh, did you get stuck again? Here, let me help you with that..."

Jeremy's claws sparkled as they shifted from her huge orbs to his bulging throat, showing the first signs of glitterfication. Flecks of bright gold and silver sparkled in his eyes as he stared up at her swaying chest. His ears turned back as his claws stroked down his bulging neck to his chest, which was distended not only around the massive organ shoved deep into his belly, but the growing lumps of feminine flesh slowly filling out his apron. The doe's huge paw wrapped around Jeremy's head. The wolf gargled and gasped as he felt himself dragged free of the massive, musky length, inch after inch dragging clear of his wide tongue and plump lips. Streams of warm milk soaked into his clothes as Dahlia leaned over, casually dragging her huge cock from his stretched muzzle while his broad rump spread in his uniform pants across the floor beneath him. His paws ended up on his belly, holding the full, sloshing stomach in place as he gasped and panted for breath around the sticky, sparkling jizz soaking him inside and out.

"There we go! By the way, thanks for helping me out with my stream last night. You're a lifesaver!" Dahlia said. "I think it's perfectly normal for guys to try on makeup and anyways... it looked really good on you."

Jeremy moaned and clutched his belly, which was still swollen from his volunteer service. His rump swelled, visibly thickening, as his fingers sunk into his fur. His chest followed suit, adding definition and firmness to his plump, full figure. Between his legs, the wolf's full shaft flopped from between the flaps in his pants across the floor, improbably thick and fat from the base to the tip. The knot at the base looked as big as both of Jeremy's paws put together and then some, and shone like a glittering rainbow of intermixed colors of glitter. As the wolf licked his plumped up lips and wallowed in the dribbling seed pouring from the enormous doe's maleness and the milk flowing from her oversized teats, his panting muzzle pulled back into an eager smile and nod.

"After Chris canceled, I wasn't sure who to call, but that SynTech board game needed two players, so I'm glad you could make it. Chris is fine, by the way, said she needed a night off! Ha ha! Good thing you've got the stamina for this sort of thing. Anyways, let's get out there, huh?"

The topless - save for her apron - doe turned around, flashing the bright pink and yellow panties wrapped around her hips, outlining her round, plump rump cheeks, at the wolf. Her breasts scraped against the walls as she turned herself sideways to fit down the hallway, leaving streams of milk and pre-cum behind her. By the time she made it to the service area, the line of people from the bus reached from the counter almost to the door. Her huge cock bounced off her lower shins and blasted ropes of musky pre-cum into the drains in the floor as she grinned and waved at some of the regular customers waiting by the counter.

"Where's Jeremy?" Chris asked. The vulpine's belly sagged forward, hanging nearly to her knees, held aloft by her wide, powerful hips and muscular thighs. Her stomach sagged around a thick sheath held aloft by a skimpy pair of g-string panties that were far too small for the pudgy girth. The straps of the sparkling, sequin-covered garment were only half-hidden by the miniskirt in uniform green hanging halfway down her round rear and dug into her pelt. "We're really getting slammed."

The vixen scratched her claws through the exposed fur on her shoulder, revealing that the roots of each hair were infused with sparkling red-tinted glitter, adding an extra sheen and shine to the shifting of her pelt.

"He'll be right out," Dahlia said. "I think he just needs a minute. By the way, are you going to come over tonight?"

"Yup! I'll be there right after work. Sorry about canceling last night, by the way. I barely made it to work on time today!"

The vulpine's belly sloshed side to side as she leaned into the counter, huffing a bit as she handed one of the patrons their drink order. A steady waterfall of sparkling, glittery cum drizzled down her inner thighs as she continued to drain. The vixen's furry white breasts were many cup sizes larger than they'd been before, and the nipples created wet spots that soaked right through her apron. The coffee customer stared openly as the tall vixen stretched her arms over her head, showing off just how much seed was currently sloshing around in her overstretched belly, which shoved downwards across the bulge of her sheath and exposed sac, which fell over the strap of her exposed, overstretched g-string.

"To be honest, I needed a night off. Your streams are way too popular! But I can see why - you work hard at it!"

Dahlia grinned and flicked her ears. The stream really was getting popular. She was drawing in tens of thousands of views every time she went live with a makeup tutorial or demo. The SynTech product unboxings were popular, too - the board game night with Jeremy last night (the game's big feature were the fusion-powered batteries controlling the individual pieces, so everything could be automated and voice controlled, which worked quite well when she found her paws occupied with shoving the wolf's head into her fat thighs a few minutes in). The doe's thick maleness slapped against the doors of the cabinets beneath the counter. Her claws pinched a few cups of coffee, dropping them into the outstretched hands of the gawking customers.

"Thanks, Chris! It's so much fun, and I think I might hit a new record number of viewers tonight - I've got a new unboxing planned!"

* * *

The lights flickered and a loud "ZAP" echoed through the room.

"Whoa! This thing has got serious juice!" Dahlia said, voice rising with excitement. "It's already starting to work!"

The massive glitterpunk doe held a small device in her paw. It was black, with a pair of gold prongs at one end that extended a half inch or so from the black box. Arcs of bright pink electricity flickered between the prongs, while a few feet away from Dahlia, her manager from work looked even more shocked than when five busses of senior citizens pulled up at once a few months ago. His fur stood on end, slightly smoking, as he stared unseeingly in front of himself.

"Let's thank my boss for being such a good sport and letting me test out this latest SynTech invention," the doe said. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder, making sure her thick, round rump was well in the camera frame as she spoke. "The Himbonator 9000 may not look like much, but according to the manual, it is a pretty revolutionary little gizmo! And don't forget, this is my last stream before I move to my official slot in the SynTech streaming lineup as an official product beta tester!"

"Whu... wait... staff... staff meeting? I thought I was here to talk about A+ Coffee sponsoring your stream!" the weasel gasped. His fingers reached up, loosening his tie as it constricted around his neck. "Quarterly... earnings? Punch your... time cards..."

"That's right, for those of you who don't know, this is my boss! We've got over a million viewers right now, and I can't believe it! Thank you all for watching! Well, let's see what happens... the manual says that this should work pretty quickly. What do you think, Chris?"

The doe turned her body at last, standing in profile to the camera. Three and a half feet of bulging, veiny doe-cock hid from view, entirely embedded into the swollen body of the fox. Her arms and legs twitched as she lifted her head, muzzle opening and erupting with a flood of thick white spooge that sparkled like an outpouring of diamonds. Twin waterfalls of warm, creamy milk drizzled down past either side of the fox's rounded, swollen stomach, shining just as bright as Dahlia's thick, glittery jizz. Her belly thrust towards the floor, hanging lower than the massive doe's knees. Chris was nowhere close to the ground herself, though, and merely hung off the oversized shaft, legs spread almost horizontal across the broad face of Dahlia's sac. As Dahlia crossed the frame, bouncing and shaking the impaled vixen on her impossibly sized arousal, Chris's eyes squeezed shut and her fingers clutched at the sides of her belly. Despite being smaller than Dahlia's chest overall, Chris's massive orbs sloshed with milk, and her plump, massive nipples fairly sprayed glittering cream into the air like a pair of thick pink fountains. Set in fields of creamy, damp white fur, the vixen gurgled as another gush of shining doe-cum flooded through her throat and past her wide painted lips - done up with the latest streak-proof SynTech glittergel makeup - while between her legs the vixen's enormous maleness jerked and spat, cumming hard as it stretched from her stretched hips to the dangling pink nipples. Chris's swollen balls, large enough to hang almost to Dahlia's knees as they bounced across the doe's thighs, swelled fatter with each passing internal eruption.

"Glrlrlglrrlrrr!"

"Ha ha! Right? Ooh, look, it's working!"

Dahlia's hips swung around again, sending a streak of spooge several feet wide splattering across the walls behind her, adding to the already improbable mess she'd caused during the introduction earlier.

"Whu... where... coffee... gotta sell... coffee..."

The manager wobbled back and forth on his feet, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The weasel's narrow, slender shoulders surged outwards, stretching the seams of his white button-up shirt before his tie hit the ground. His tongue fell out as he blinked slowly, all as his body thickened and grew. His pecs stretched the fabric of his shirt, followed by his pants as his hips simply grew out of them. They fell around his ankles as he stretched higher, inflating like a balloon.

"Uhhh... coffee... get to work... no slacking..."

He kept mumbling as he swayed. The wisps of smoke disappeared as his body took on even more definition. Biceps and triceps popped against his sleek, glossy coat. The boxer shorts he wore beneath - white, with pink hearts - filled entirely too full of his growing arousal as he took a step forward, tripping over his pants. He hit the ground with a thud before kicking off his pants and pushing himself upright. His abs flexed, ripping through the buttons on the shirt, then his biceps followed suit. His boxer shorts stood no chance at all as nearly eighteen inches of proudly erect weasel shaft bobbed upright. The huge, fat, musky maleness was thicker than the buff weasel's bicep and stretched to his shins as it bobbed up and down. The boss's body hardened, more and more muscular as he huffed and groaned his way out of the shreds of his clothes.

It was another minute or so before he shook his head, as if clearing a haze, and turned around.

"You weren't slacking off, were you? Cuz, uh, slacking is bad."

"No, boss, no slacking here," Dahlia said. Her glittering lips squeezed together as she leaned forward. Her vixen-clad shaft pressed into the carpet, accompanied by a gurgling fountain of seed pumping through Chris's overflowing throat. "In fact, you wanted me to work overtime tonight. That's why you came over here, isn't it?"

The doe turned her head and winked at the camera as the huge, muscular weasel, who now stood at twice his head from before, reached a claw up to scratch the top of his head.

"Uhhhhh... did I? I guess I did!"

A big, dumb smile spread across the manager's face as his cock slapped across his perfectly chiseled abs, releasing a stream of musky, pungent, virile seed. His muscles flexed in turn - shoulders, arms, legs. His body looked like it was made of marble with the way his smooth, dense coat squeezed in around the bulges and bumps. He grinned wider as he took a longer look at Dahlia and Chris and realized just what kind of overtime this was.

"Alright, viewers... let's see if I can earn good marks on my performance review!"

Unfortunately for the doe, the fusion batteries powering the Himbonator 9000 were faulty, and the excess power discharged not into the suddenly himbofied hunk of a weasel manager, but into the doe. As a new wave of pleasurable lust washed over her, the impaled vixen wriggling around her oversized pole slid completely off, blasted forward by the wave of seed churning up her maleness. Dahlia's painted fingernails dug into her aching balls as the enormous orbs fattened, stretching outwards into her palms, squeezing between her fingers, hanging down low enough to hide the torn-up fishnet stockings of violent pinks and purples. Her shredded, glittery sneakers scraped across the floor, decorating her wide hooves, and several deep, needy snorts echoed from her broad nostrils. The doe's makeup gleamed in the light as she felt her nuts swing heavy and hard against her thighs and knees - just the way she liked them.

"Turn up your speakers if you wanna hear 'em bounce!" the doe grunted, before taking a thunderous step towards the beaming, fully aroused weasel, whose pecs danced as he watched her swinging maleness approach. Her plump lips pursed as her muscular, enormous body loomed over the hunked-up, but still relatively tiny, weasel. "And let's see if we can't hit two million watchers tonight! Then I might have Jeremy demonstrate this handy little gizmo again as well! What do you think, chat? Let's go all out for our last stream!"

The end