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Muscle Men Meatery

By Danath

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Glamer © Libra

Written during Freebies Vol. 90: Hopelessly Devoted Edition!

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Though Glamer's black t-shirt had sleeves, the dragon may as well have ripped them off. The fabric stretched up over his shoulder, pushed there by the sheer thickness of his veiny, bulging biceps. The words on the front of the black shirt, "MUSCLE MEN MEATERY," were stretched and distorted by the way the fabric clung to the mountains of dragon muscle beneath. It squeezed around his pecs, outlined his abs, and ended above the wide band of the jockstrap poking out of the bottom half of the uniform.

Similar to bicycle shorts, the tight black fabric compacted and squeezed in around Glamer's hips, showcasing the thickness of his hips and backside, the dips and curves of his fabulously toned glutes and impressively cut thighs. The big draconic tail lazily swept down over the backs of his huge thighs and calves. In front, the weight of a massive maleness stretched lewdly out and down before curling over and under a plump pair of dragon balls. Each orb was at least the size of Glamer's own head, while the outline of the shaft was as wide as both put together.

Towering over the patrons of the restaurant at eleven feet tall, Glamer weighed a ton, literally, and nearly all of it was muscle. He was one of the biggest servers in the place and popular with the regulars for his shy demeanor despite the dragon's size and strength. And besides, who'd ever heard of a shy dragon? Thick, smooth, overlapping dark brown scales ran down from the top of his head and spread across his shoulders and tops of his arms while covering his backside and legs. His chest, belly, and insides of his arms and legs were bare of scales; instead, tough and supple dragon skin flexed across his muscles, drawing tight and veiny over the powerful cords of fiber beneath. Though unscaled, his skin alone was enough to repel most blades or blunt hits, but in this day and age, that wasn't normally a problem. Not even the rowdiest of patrons would dare cause trouble in the Muscle Men Meatery. Usually.

Glamer turned sideways and shuffled between some tables. The aisles were intentionally far too narrow, meaning that the big dragon was constantly bumping, rubbing, and grinding on the customers. His huge bulge, which by this point in the shift was half-hard and reaching down to his knee, smacked the dessert right out of a grateful fox's muzzle as the dragon turned around, while his huge rump cheeks then mooshed around the male's head when Glamer bent over to drop off some plates on the table opposite.

It was never easier to earn tips, though the dragon wore a permanent look of embarrassment at what he was doing. Well, there was no harm being done other than the odd pinch, anyways. The dragon was as tough as he was muscular, after all.

"Glamer! Order up!" someone shouted from the kitchen.

The big dragon lifted an arm and nervously rubbed the white horns sticking out of the top of his head, both angled backwards in parallel.

"Uh, right away!" he said before pulling his serving tray close to his belly. "Excuse me! Woops, sorry... oh, excuse me!"

The musky dragon's huge cock throbbed. Even the veins showed up along with the seams of his jockstrap under the shape-fitting biker shorts by the time he bumped and smeared his way back to the kitchen. Was it really his fault so many small people came to the restaurant and sat with their heads at perfect height to get smacked around by his balls?

The service counter was empty - no food waited for the big, oversized muscledragon in the kitchen. Instead, after squeezing through the double doors with his massively wide shoulders, the brown and tan dragon found himself quickly surrounded by three of his coworkers.

"Glamer! Thank goodness!"

"Our shift is just about to start."

"And we really gotta blow off some steam first!"

Hustled into the employee locker room, Glamer found himself crowded in against the banks of lockers on either side of the room by a beefy, broad-shouldered muscle stud of a Dalmatian, a lion with a muscle gut and a deep black mane, and a confident musclerat with pecs - and balls - bigger than his own head, ears included.

Glamer grinned as their paws and claws squeezed around his body. He was the biggest of all of them by several feet - even the tallest, the Dalmatian, barely came up to his shoulder. They fawned over his muscles and rubbed at his shirt and exposed belly as he leaned back into the wall. Glamer closed his eyes and huffed, moaning as muzzles pressed in against him.

"G-guys, I have tables - ah!waiting!" Glamer gasped.

"Don't worry, someone will cover," the black and white canine said. His lips pursed and Glamer let out a groan as he felt a warm tongue slide across and then surround the dark brown nipple centered on his taut, flexing pec.

"Yeah, just relax, stud," said the lion, whose belly pressed suggestively into Glamer's thigh and side before his muzzle settled around the dragon's other plump nip.

"Mmmmhh, yeah, you've been working hard and deserve a break," the rat said. He was the smallest of the three by height, but his body was thick and ripe with muscles. Leaning forward, his huge pecs pillowed out around the bulge in Glamer's shorts, squeezing and then clenching around the huge dragon shaft.

"Hhaaaaaahhhh..."

Glamer could only grunt, gasp, and move how and where they asked as their muzzles dragged over his scales and skin, teasing up and down his sensitive neck or probing between his thighs. Paws dragged across his pulsing, growing length as it hardened substantially and began to leak.

"Ugh, I'm so jealous every time I see this," the Dalmatian growled as he smeared the thick blobs of clear precum oozing through the biker shorts back down the dragon's stretching bulge. "Fuck, he's so productive."

Glamer's cheeks burned as he felt paws grab his thighs. He was on his butt, his tail curled to the side, both legs rising into the air. The rat knelt between and held up his knees while the lion and Dalmatian returned their muzzles to his chest and belly. The rat's hand dragged at his shorts, tugging them up his slightly spread thighs.

"Nnnffffhhh... oohhhhhh, g-guys, t-this is too... nnnffffff..."

Something thick and hard poked against Glamer's tailhole. The dragon's backside curled and his legs dropped. The rat grunted as he pushed forward, grinding his achingly hard shaft into the big, muscular dragon's rump.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck, that's the spot," the rat moaned. His whole body tensed and flexed rhythmically as the dragon's legs squeezed around him, keeping him locked inside. "Ahhhh, shit... fuck, I can't believe this huge dragon is such a natural... nnnnnnnnnnnnbottom!"

"Ha ha, I know!" the Dalmatian said, lifting his head momentarily from Glamer's gasping muzzle. Strands of saliva connected their lips as he spoke. "He tastes so good, too..."

The big musclerat groaned again as he pumped his hips, grinding his thick, blunt shaft back and forth. Glamer's hips clenched and squeezed, exerting unbelievable pressure to milk the rat for every drop. Glamer moaned and shifted, then pulled his legs forward to make the rat go all the way again.

"Hhfffff... huff... don't... don't stop," Glamer gasped, eyes clamped shut. Between his raised legs, his titanic erection flexed rapidly into the shorts holding his thighs together, stretching them further towards his knees as his maleness pumped a steady river of precum from the bloated urethra. The veins bulged from the base as the Dalmatian's greedy muzzle lapped across his groin. "Nngggghhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

As the rat's hips pounded the dragon's tight musclebutt, the Dalmatian's fingers squeezed around the base of his oversized cock. The canine's red rocket rubbed hard against Glamer's chest, smearing doggy pre across his tight pecs. The huge dragon stalk flexed and jerked as the canine's warm tongue slid up the top, then pressed forward to lift the shorts higher with his nose.

The mighty, thick dragon meat slapped back against the Dalmatian's muzzle as it stretched free of the waistband, then pumped a cup or two of sticky, draconic pre over his face and muzzle.

"Nnghhh! S-sorry!" Glamer groaned. "I-I couldn't h-help it!"

"Fuck, he's too cute to believe... how is such a big and mighty dragon such a wuss?" the lion grunted. He was grinning as he spoke, though, and Glamer blushed even more. These three long ago figured out just the best ways to tease the big male, and dirty talk was sure to set him off.

"I bet he'd beg for it if we made him," the Dalmatian growled before stretching open his muzzle. The growl ended in a whine as his throat bulged with dragon dick.

"I can't wait for my turn," the lion grunted. His claws scraped over the dragon's pecs before his paw guided Glamer's huge muzzle to the hard, round, white-furred belly. "That's it, dragon, get me warmed up."

Glamer's nostrils huffed the lion's scent eagerly. His cock erupted with another blast of pre that forced the Dalmatian off the tip, while the rat's gasping cries rose to a fever pitch. The dragon's lips parted, then his tongue stretched out and slathered the lion's belly in saliva. The big, muscular feline closed his eyes as his massive arousal - proportionally only a bit smaller than the dragon's, though side-by-side far smaller - throbbed against the scaled sides, only to disappear into the giant mouth a moment later.

"Oooooh, fuuuuuuck, I missed this," the lion said. His eyes closed as his body tensed. Saliva rolled down his stomach as he leaned forward, pressing the weight of his heavily muscled, mature bodybuilder figure into the big dragon's muzzle. "That tongue is getting me so fuckin' hard..."

"Aaahhhhhhhh!"

Unable to stand any more, the rat's fat shaft erupted. Glamer's hips twitched and clamped down instinctively as the rat's muscles tensed and thickened, stretching his dark gray pelt in all directions. His fingers tightened around Glamer's thighs, but there was no escaping the tremendous pressure inside the big bottom-slut's backside. The rat huffed and moaned as he squirmed against Glamer's oversized balls, unable to even speak as he came and the orgasmic energies filled him from the tip of his tail to the tops of his ears.

The Dalmatian's cheeks stretched as he felt a paw on the back of his head. It wasn't the dragon's, though - Glamer was famously passive as a bottom, though he'd do nearly any damn thing you told him to. Instead, it was the lion's broad palm wrapping around the spotted canine's skull.

"Mmmrrnfff!"

"Just endure it, doggy... the deeper you go... the better... he... suuuuuucks..."

It took less than a minute for Glamer to force the lion's balls to pump. Both of the big cat's paws wrapped around the dragon's head, finally allowing the cum-soaked muzzle of the Dalmatian to free itself from the oversized tool.

"Hahhhh... fuck, that was awesome," the Dalmatian groaned as he slumped next to the big dragon's side. "You almost done back there? I wanna fuck my load into the big guy next!"

"Nnfffffggghhhh..."

"I'll take that as a yes!"

Glamer shuddered as his tongue wrapped around the lion's shaft and dragged it deeper into his cavernous muzzle. The empty feeling in his rump didn't last long, though, and soon he felt the Dalmatian's thick shaft and thicker knot grinding in and out of his pre-lubed rump with ease.

The lion, of course, wasn't done with simply a blowjob, and would take his turn as well, Glamer knew. Hopefully someone was covering his tables right now...

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30 minutes later...

Fortunately, nobody seemed to mind that he took a few minutes extra on his break. His three coworkers were already on the floor, though on decidedly unstead feet. Glamer, for his part, hoped he wasn't leaking still. His cock had gone down somewhat, so he'd stuffed it back into his jizz-soaked shorts, toweled off what he could, and shrugged at the mirror in the locker room before heading back to his station. Maybe the smell would earn him a few tips. He'd experienced crazier things than that.

Glamer grinned as he grabbed the next tray of food to go out to his section and then pushed open the swinging doors. There were only two people at the table. A cute, hot little otter who stared up at Glamer with an astonished, awed look on his muzzle. The cute little twink's nostrils flared at the musky stench surrounding the scaled muscle mountain and he squirmed on his chair. That was the normal reaction.

The other one at the table was a bull. He was muscled, though several feet shorter than Glamer and probably a couple hundred pounds smaller. The bull glared up at Glamer and snorted as the big dragon dropped off his meals. His hips shoved against the small otter's head, smothering the gasping male in dragonflesh by the time Glamer got the drinks off his serving tray.

"There you go! Let me know if you need anything el-"

"Hey, this is cold! Go tell the chef to make me a fresh one!"

The bull shoved the play of fresh, steaming food away from him and snorted again while the otter looked on in confusion. The plate was steaming, after all.

"Uh... okay, sir! Just one moment, sorry..."

"Hey! Don't just take mine, take his too!" the bull snapped, gesturing at the otter. "We're gonna eat together! What are you, stupid?"

"Uh, right, yes, sir!" Glamer said, eyes widening as the bull glared at him again. What was this guy's problem?

Well, the motto at Muscle Men Meatery, unofficially at least, was "Every customer leaves happy one way or another," and Glamer suspected this might be one of those "another" times. Good thing, because he could feel his jockstrap struggling to stay put around the tip of his half-hard stalk after the first half of his shift.

The big dragon's shy demeanor meant he didn't make a move right away, though. He nodded and hurried off, practically running to the kitchen with the plates before bringing out fresh meals a few minutes later.

"Sorry, sir, here you go!" Glamer said. "I hope these will be to your satisfaction."

"Humph."

The bull started to eat, so Glamer left the table, but it was only minutes later he heard the bull's voice ringing out over the restaurant hubbub. The big male was berating another employee, a former pro powerlifter cougar who, despite being retired, could still bench nearly as much as Glamer. As the dragon heard what the bull was saying, his frown deepened.

Definitely time for another way, he thought.

The otter accompanying the bull had so far been quiet and hadn't even touched his food when Glamer's head appeared in front of him.

"Heya! Mind if I borrow this guy?" he asked. "Thanks!"

The bull's protests cut off a minute later after the enormous dragon hauled him with a single arm holding him by the back of his neck through the back door and into the employee break room. It was empty save for the two of them, and the bull shouted to be put down as Glamer looked around.

"Huh? Oh, sure!" the big dragon said. "I'll put you down..."

The bull let out an off as he felt his shoulders hit the cushions of the couch. The dragon's biceps bulged as he leaned over, then spread his legs and dropped his hips down on top of the bull's hips.

"H-hey! What're you doing!"

"Making sure every customer leaves happy!" Glamer growled. His shyness melted away, and was replaced by something much more aggressive. "Happy customers don't mess with the employees, after all!"

"Wait, that was just a- mmph!"

The dragon's huge chest ripped right through the shirt, leaving torn remnants to rain down around the bull's head. Massive hands wrapped around the bovine horns as insanely powerful, thick glutes crushed the bull's hips and thighs.

"Mmmmooooooooooooooo!"

It was only a few minutes before the bull's arousal speared upwards, sliding wetly across Glamer's hips and tail. The big dragon growled appreciatively at the size of the big bull shaft and wrapped a paw around it. The male beneath him bucked into his fingers as the dragon's muscular thighs tightened around his sides, pinning the bull and his arms down.

"Oh, yeah, we're gonna get you really, really happy," Glamer growled.

The dragon's body flexed as he leaned forward, then pressed his hips back. The bull's whole body stiffened as the tip disappeared between the dragon's pale tan rumpcheeks, only for them to tense and massage around the tip. Were it not for Glamer's overwhelming strength, the bull may have bucked him off right then and there, but all he managed to do was squirm his length deeper, until the bull's crown rammed right up against Glamer's tight hole.

"Time to show you how we do it here at... nnnnffff... Muscle Men Meatery! Now gimme... that... meat!"

"MMmmooooooooooooo!"

Glamer's hips flopped down, smacking off the bull's bare thighs and belly. The entire thick bullcock sunk deep inside the big male's body before Glamer smirked and squirmed, tensing and flexing until the bull beneath was making a hell of a racket.

The deep bellows rose higher and higher in pitch as Glamer stroked his hips back and forth. His huge shaft flopped out as he pulled down his shorts, splattering the bull's sternum and neck with pre. The heavy weight smeared across the bull's chest, occasionally pushing forward to squeeze tip-first against his neck or cheek.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to send back your food again for something fresher?" Glamer growled. His fingers curled around the bull's horns again, then pulled him forward. "Well, there's nothing fresher than... this!"

The dragon's enormous bulk slapped down, milking the bull's arousal. In the front, his biceps bulged as he forced the bull to curl over and deep throat the immense, imposing dragonstalk throbbing from between his hips. His huge, smooth balls dangled as he moved back and forth, gradually speeding up as the bull's throat loosened.

"Yeah... mmmmhhhh... oooh, that's it... mmmffff, you've done this before!"

The bull's eyes widened as his body sagged. His arms reached up and his hands wrapped around Glamer's balls, squeezing and stroking as the huge stalk flexed deeper past his stretched lips. His belly filled out, losing some of the definition in his powerful gut, while the same thing happened down his arms and legs.

"Oooh, yeah... and now that I gave you some meat... I think it's only fair you give some back to me!"

Glamer's eyes closed and he let out a triumphant hiss as the bull's hips slammed upwards and the big male struggled and squirmed through a series of intense orgasms. The dragon's hips clenched, squeezed, and pulled all the while, relentlessly milking the bull.

"Oooh, that's it... yeah... right... right there!"

Glamer's fingers clenched around the bull's horns as he sank forward, taking the bull's shaft deep while making sure the big male's lips pressed around the base of the huge dragon dick stretching out his throat. The thickness swelled several inches larger and longer before twin streams of backed-up spooge sprayed from the bull's nostrils. His belly bloated as his throat worked as fast as it could to chug down the incredible dragonload. Glamer, who tasted himself plenty of times, knew just how good the taste was and growled as he humped the bull's throat, making sure he was plenty deep to avoid leakage.

The bull's round belly filled completely, but it wasn't the only swelling part of him. His chest expanded, both pecs softening and filling as the cords of muscle shrank.

"Yeahhhhhh... gimme that meat!" Glamer growled, slobbering from his open muzzle as he rocked himself back and forth. "More! Yes!"

The bull couldn't say no even if his muzzle weren't completely packed. His hips shrank next, then his belly, making the swollen roundness even more prominent. His expanding pecs continued to grow, swelling into a supple, massive pair of tits complete with dripping, milky nipples. The huge jugs flopped and dragged back and forth as he was dragged on and off the dragon's thickness. Lower, his rump filled out as well. His pants strained and stretched, then tore as the bull's curvy figure amplified many times over until there was hardly any trace of the thick, powerful bull male from before.

The dragon let out a satisfied grunt as he dragged the big-titted bull from his shaft and tossed her onto her back against the couch. He finished with his fingers, aiming a last few thick splatters of his dragonseed across her dripping tits. Her narrow, tight belly squeezed and heaved, already flat after absorbing so much powerful dragon cum. The muscles were gone, leaving a curvy, bimbofied bull behind who let out a racket even louder than before as Glamer's hips dragged free.

"Mmmhhh... yeah, you're happy now, aren't you?" the big male growled.

"Nnfff... please... fuck me!" the bull whined. His voice was higher than before and it made Glamer snort with laughter.

"Nah, that's not my thing. Why don't you ask that cute otter you came in with instead?"

"Oooh, sure!"

Still leaking and dripping, the cum-soaked bovine bimbo tottered out on her narrow calves, which somehow supported not just her fat, full-sized bullcock and balls, but the enormous breasts now hanging over her slender, waspy belly. Glamer watched her go and licked his lips as he curled a bicep. The big dragon pulled plenty of muscle off the rude customer. He was probably at least an inch taller... maybe a dozen pounds heavier? It wasn't much, but at Glamer's size, getting significant gains was much more difficult.

By the time the dragon found a replacement shirt and managed to get his half-hard dick back into his bike shorts, the otter had indeed found the bull's new appearance much nicer and was in the process of hulking up as he slammed the bull across the table, creaming her ass and pussy again and again with enough vigor to make even Glamer take a second look. The otter's body was growing, building muscle, draining the bull of every last bit of his masculinity. The enlarged, powerful otter wasted no time pounding his enormous pink shaft as deep as he could into the wailing bull bimbo, who desperately jerked her thick, gradually shrinking dick under the table, cumming up a storm with every stroke. Nearby patrons stared, meals forgotten, as the impromptu show grabbed the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

"That's what you get for being rude... to the... waiters!" the otter growled.

"Ahhh... ohhh, sorry! Sorry! Harder!"

Glamer grinned as he passed by them on his way to help another table. That bull would be lucky to have a quarter of her original size by the time that otter was done. But anyways, Glamer's unexpected second break was over... now it was time to really go out and earn some tips! And hopefully there'd be no more rude customers!

The end