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Hard Times in the Business World: A Sanmer Story

By Danath danath.sofurry.com

Characters are © Sanmer

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"I'm very pleased you've decided to write about our little operation here. I hope you understand the need for this non-disclosure agreement."

Olly nodded as he read over the first page of the agreement, though he hardly heard the fox's words. He was focused on the agreement, composed of nearly three dozen pages filled from top to bottom with tiny, inscrutable legalese. The agreement seemed, in essence, to prevent Olly from reporting on any individuals, specific methods of production, and identifiable information about the location of the factory, if the definitions alone were anything to go by. The need for secrecy made sense, considering the company had somehow developed a revolutionary new protein supplement that gave users enhanced muscle growth when combined with strenuous exercise. Nobody knew exactly how it worked, but analysis by dozens of agencies, government and private, concluded it was perfectly safe and contained no banned or harmful chemicals.

Olly called the company to ask for an interview to discuss the product. Readers clamored for more information about Sanmer Pharma and its only product, "Muscle Induction Lipophagic Keratin," or MILK as it was marketed. At first, a company shill tried to stonewall Olly, but the olinguito was stubborn and hadn't given up. Eventually, he'd received a "Pre-Clearance Reporter Agreement" to fill out. It included personal details, like his height, weight, species, and even a request for a photograph for an ID badge. Olly hadn't ever seen this kind of level of security. He was shocked, then, when a call came out of the blue on a random Tuesday afternoon. The voice on the other end sounded familiar to Olly and he quickly realized why: he'd heard it on the television the night before. It belonged to, of all people, Sanmer, the enigmatic and secretive CEO, founder, and inventor of MILK. He'd granted only two television interviews and this would be the first time he'd spoken to a print publication. Olly, once he'd recovered from his surprise at being contacted the fox himself, arranged for a time to meet at Sanmer Pharma's headquarters. Not only that, but the fox promised to personally give the olinguito a tour of the facilities.

The olinguito was surprised his boss chose him for the assignment. He was short, just over five feet, and though he was in good shape, his body type could be described as little other than "round and fluffy." It was a natural look for his species; few olinguitos were able to achieve the hard-body looks that came naturally to leaner predator types like tigers and lions, or even the bulky muscular shape of bears and stags. Olly was, unfortunately, far too cute for muscle, though he had plenty. A thick pelt, an overlong, twisty tail, and broad, rounded ears made him look perpetually young. Still, he tried, and regularly worked out. Appearance, fortunately, hadn't mattered at the fitness magazine he wrote for. They cared about word quality, though they encouraged their employees to work out at the in-house gym, especially to test and review new equipment. Several co-workers who appeared in much better shape had laughed behind Olly's back when he first arrived, but after maxing out the company gym's leg press, the laughter ceased. He hadn't sampled MILK yet, but Sanmer offered him some on the conclusion of the interview.

The olinguito scratched at his thick neck ruff, where pale tan fur was visible sticking out of the top of his button-up shirt. The tan covered most of his front, while his back, arms, and legs were coated with a layer of plush, darker brown fur, hiding whatever definition his roly-poly body had. His green eyes flicked across the pages as Sanmer patiently waited on the other side of the desk.

The factory itself looked fancy and impressive. The outside was polished, with marble and steel inlays everywhere. Sanmer's office was huge. Lush carpet covered the floor and the fox's desk seemed impossibly large. Stacks of paper and four separate monitors cluttered it up, but the fox didn't seem to mind the mess.

Olly glanced up from the non-disclosure agreement to study Sanmer more closely. Little was known about the white-furred fox. He earned degrees from several prestigious universities in various biological and chemical studies, though nobody at those colleges ever seemed to recall him with any detail. Nevertheless, the fox cut a striking - if small - figure. Standing at an even five feet and weighing less than 150 pounds, he wore a white lab coat over a simple pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Two long blonde braids hung down from the back of his head, reaching nearly to his waist. They would have been impressive on a red-blooded Viking opera singer; on Sanmer, they seemed somehow appropriate. A pair of purple-lensed goggles rested on his forehead, just in front of a pair of wide and tall white ears. He hardly looked like a scientific genius, yet according to all reports, he was one of the smartest living people in the world and his papers were highly sought by journals, though he rarely published.

To get not just an interview, but a tour of the factory! Olly knew he was lucky. He scanned a few more lines of the agreement, but paused when he heard the fox's claws clicking against the desk. The CEO of such an important company had better things to do than wait for a simple reporter to read through a massive agreement...

The olinguito flipped to the end and signed his name, dated it, and handed the stack of paper back to the fox. Sanmer smiled and dropped it into one of the desk's many drawers.

"Excellent! Before you ask your questions - and I'm sure you have many - may I suggest we walk as we talk?"

The fox was already out of his chair and heading for the door as he spoke, long and fluffy white tail wagging behind him.

"Oh... of course!"

Olly stumbled out the door after the fox, pen and notebook at the ready.

Sanmer strode down the hallway as though he owned it - which, of course, he did. The moment he stepped out of the door, half a dozen secretaries approached with paper and clipboards, surrounding both fox and olinguito as they walked. The fox signed his name with a flourish on paper after paper. Another assistant trotted up to hand both Sanmer and Olly coffee in paper cups. The fox sipped his as he signed papers with the other hand.

"So, Olly... what would you like to know first?"

"Our magazine has reported on the spectacular benefits MILK provides to its users," the olinguito said, reciting the first question from memory. He struggled to keep up with the fox inside the gaggle of underlings. "I understand you can't discuss exactly how it works, but can you give us a general idea? Many people are unwilling to try something, no matter how successful, until they know exactly what's in it."

Sanmer shrugged. "That's their loss if they choose not to take advantage of the world's healthiest nutritional supplement. MILK is all-natural. Our production facilities are top-notch and there has yet to be a single known side effect from use. MILK's secret is known only to me - not even my own research department knows exactly how it works."

Sanmer waved off the secretaries as they approached a large set of swinging doors. They dispersed immediately, totally silent and obviously in awe of their CEO.

The fox stopped with his paw flat to the door, ready to push it open.

"I understand that answer is nothing more than you've heard and read from us before," he said. "And for that, I apologize, but you have to understand our position. MILK is already profitable, selling in the hundreds of millions every year. We don't produce enough, but we're adding to our facilities every day in an effort to increase production to meet demand. Simply put, MILK is too valuable to talk about."

The fox smiled at the olinguito and nodded his head towards the door.

"I've made quite a few of my competitors jealous with my success, especially since we skip the middleman and sell directly to the public," Sanmer continued. "They'd kill to be where you are now, which is why security was shadowing you since I called you last week."

Olly's eyes widened. He'd been... tailed? But then, it made sense. And Sanmer definitely wasn't the type to leave anything to chance. But why him? Why a reporter from a small-time fitness magazine and not a mainstream newspaper? The fox kept speaking and Olly focused his attention back on the fox, eager not to miss a single moment.

"I'll show you how it's made, but keep in mind, you can't write about anything you see on the production floor. Understood?"

Olly nodded, mouth suddenly dry. See where MILK was made? This was too good to pass up. If only he could actually write about it! What an exclusive!

The fox pushed open the double doors and strode inside. The marble hallway abruptly ended and plain concrete began. At first glance, Olly was disappointed with the sight: the factory floor was vast, about the size of a large conference center. But there was no whirring machinery or massive machines. Dozens of people in white lab coats scurried around with various equipment, beakers, tanks of white liquids, clipboards, and other equipment. They moved in between tall white cubes, each about eight feet wide, twelve feet tall, and another eight or so feet deep. Each white cube glowed from within and Olly could see doors set into their sides as they approached.

"Each of our containment cubes here can produce approximately ten gallons of MILK each day," Sanmer said. He led the olinguito deeper into the stacks.

Olly stared. How many rows of these things were there? They were spaced about ten feet apart. He couldn't even see the end of the row they were in. Doing some quick math, Olly calculated that if there were 300 cubes in each row, and assuming there were 300 rows, that meant the facility produced around 900,000 gallons a day! And yet they still couldn't meet demand...

"Amazing..."

The fox's smile grew broad. "Yes, it is, isn't it?"

"What's in these?"

"I'm not sure I can show you that, Olly."

The olinguito nodded. Whatever made MILK, it was top secret. Still, he'd hoped he could learn, even if he couldn't report on it.

"Shall we continue?"

Olly nodded and followed Sanmer through the never-ending stacks. The fox discussed their business model, various economics, the benefits of MILK in developing countries, and their surprising lack of expansion plans.

"No, we won't be building any more facilities. In fact, we have already expanded this factory twice."

The fox led Olly towards the nearest wall and led the other male into an elevator. They went down, into the ground, though Olly couldn't guess how far. When the doors opened, Olly stared in shock. Another production floor, just as large as the first. Massive columns held up the ceiling, interspersed among the various glowing white cubes.

The fox hit the elevator button again and they descended lower yet.

"This is our latest expansion. We're still working towards full production. Mind the exposed wires and pipes."

Olly nodded and waited as the doors opened. Another production floor, but from what the olinguito could see, only about a quarter of the space was taken up with the large white cubes. Hundreds - possibly thousands - of workers in orange construction vests buzzed around the cement floor. The noise of hammers, welders, and saws echoed in the cavernous space.

"Follow me."

As they exited the elevator, a supervisor in a button-up white dress shirt handed them each a hard hat and took their empty coffee cups. He'd known they were coming. Olly followed Sanmer through the busy workers towards the corner of the floor with functioning cubes.

Workers build the cubes from the inside out. Olly could see large pipes protruding from the floor in the corner of each cube. Some were almost complete, with workers installing the white sides; others were unlit, probably ready to be activated. The olinguito caught glimpses of machinery and equipment in each. The sturdiness of the walls surprised him as well - each side of the cube was about a foot thick. He saw steel beams on the cubes still with exposed sides. Large, clear plastic tubes hung from wider pipes, descending from the ceiling of each half-finished cube. The lights grew stronger as they moved into the completed area, where the cubes were all activated. Workers moved in and out of them, attaching various clamps, hoses, and regulators. Each cube, Olly noticed, had a screen on the outside. Normally hidden, it could be activated by touch.

"Every cube is controlled from the main computer center," Sanmer continued. "We can monitor each one individually to catch any fall-off in production. Fortunately, it is exceedingly rare for anything to actually go wrong. When it does, it's usually a simple fix: a clogged pipe, low pressure, things along those lines."

They stopped near an empty cube. The door was open, but it wasn't lit.

"Ah. Here we are." Sanmer turned and nodded at one of the people wearing a lab coat nearby. "Let's watch as they finish the installation, shall we?"

Olly followed Sanmer inside the cube, where they moved into one of the unoccupied corners. The inside had the same smooth white texture of the outside. The olinguito stared at the contraptions inside. There was something that looked like a steel tank for holding compressed air. An engineer crouched near it, adjusting the settings and checking them against a tablet. There were various control panels on both sides of two huge cement poles covered in steel, spaced about five feet apart. Massive chains wrapped around and plunged inside the cement itself, rendering them nigh unbreakable. There were four chains in all, each ending in a broad, padded cuff.

The engineer finished tinkering with the control panels and turned to face them.

"Sir! I'm doing a final checklist per protocols-"

Sanmer waved a paw. "Carry on. We're just here to observe the installation."

"Yes, sir."

The engineer turned back to the equipment and tapped at his tablet. A few minutes later, more people appeared at the entrance to the cube. To Olly's shock, they were leading a large, naked bear between them.

The bear's eyes were wide. His arms hung down by his sides and Olly couldn't help but stare. The bear's erection was at full mast and leaking profusely.

"Let's see," Sanmer said, taking a tablet from one of the technicians. "Ah. Here we are. Barry. Class 3 production estimate. Very good, Barry. For a... six month term? Well, we'll see about getting an extension from you by then."

The bear's glazed eyes moved from Sanmer to Olly and back again. He was tall, close to seven feet. Dark, chocolate brown fur covered his whole body, from the tips of his rounded ears, over his broad shoulders, down his thick belly, all the way to his large feet. A circle of lighter tan fur ran over both shoulders, connection between his shoulder blades in the back and across the middle of his pectorals in the front. The tan fur formed a bit of a treasure trail down towards his crotch, where his dark pink cock jerked and trembled, curling back up against his belly.

"Mmmmm... mmmmmmmmmhhhhh..."

The bear appeared to try to speak, but only a few garbled syllables came out.

Olly leaned back into the wall, shock on his face. What was this? Was the bear drugged? And why?

"This is the fun part, Olly. Watch!"

Two technicians led the bear into the center of the cube, where they attached restrains around his arms and legs, holding him in place. The engineer took the large, rounded plastic tube and carefully placed it over the large male's erection. Gentle suction caused it to clamp down near the bear's thighs; a tube at the end led to the larger pipe sticking out of the floor in the corner. A technician placed another large plastic apparatus over the bear's muzzle, leaving only his dark brown eyes exposed. They attached sensors and a blood pressure unit next, all as the bear swayed unsteadily in his restraints. His paws were not able to move very far.

The two technicians left a few moments later. The engineer opened a case and withdrew a large syringe. He was about to place it against the bear's pelt when Sanmer interrupted.

"Allow me."

"Yes, sir."

Sanmer took the syringe and waved the engineer out of the cubicle. Barry's eyes drifted over the fox as his cock continued to jerk and trickle a steady stream of clear pre-cum, which pooled in the long, clear tube attached to the pump on his shaft.

"Each of our employees is prepared beforehand," the fox said. "They're fed a steady diet of chemicals and supplements I designed myself. This is the trigger."

The fox waved the syringe at Olly, who said nothing. The olinguito's eyes were wide, nostrils flaring. The scent of male arousal was stifling.

"This is my favorite part," the fox said casually, as he pressed the tip of the needle against Barry's arm. The big Asian black bear stiffened, then relaxed, slumping into the restraints that kept him standing.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Sanmer withdrew the empty syringe and placed it back in the case. Holding the case loosely in his paw, the fox stepped back to watch the results.

Foggy breath misted the plastic surrounding Barry's muzzle. The large ursine stiffened, then pulled against his restraints. A blast of thick white cream painted the inside of the tube surrounding his erection and Olly flinched backwards, though his eyes didn't stray from the sight. The bear's hips lurched forward. Chains rattled and the cement poles creaked as another huge rope of cum blasted the inside of the tube. Machinery clicked on and a gentle electrical hum filled the small room. The bear's grunts and moans echoed into the plastic muzzle over his broad face. Olly watched, fascinated, as suction pulled the sticky cum down the pipe and pumped it out of the room.

"You... you're using... it's semen?"

Olly's muzzle hung open. The protein supplement was made out of... out of cum? This was unbelievable. Crazy. Insane!

"Oh, yes, like I said. Perfectly natural. Though modified."

Sanmer's sharp white teeth glinted as he smiled at the olinguito.

"Barry here is going to be one of our highest volume producers. See?"

Olly turned his attention back to the black bear, pen and paper loose in his paws at his sides. The bear's growls and moans continued as he continued to cum, already shooting what should have been an impossible amount. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but as Olly watched, the bear's pecs grew. His belly thickened as well. So did his biceps, which flexed into the restraints wrapped around his shoulders, wrists, thighs, ankles, and neck. In fact, the bear's entire body was getting bigger.

No amount of fur could hide what was happening. Soon deep ridges of powerful muscles formed across Barry's body. The bear's head tipped back and forth as he tried to thrust into his restraints. The ursine's thick shaft swelled as well, growing faster than the rest of him. Only his heavy balls grew quicker. While they'd started off the size of tennis balls, Olly realized they were already as big as his own head and showed no signs of slowing down.

The machinery clicked again and hummed louder as the suction increased.

"See, each of our employees is fed through the tubes here," Sanmer said, pointing to the bear's muzzle. "The walls are programmed to show entertainment during their stay - it should come on at any moment."

As if on cue, every square inch of the interior walls lit up - ceiling, floor, sides, every bit. Graphic images of aroused males, males fucking other males, males with thick cocks in their muzzles, males jerking off... all species, all body types. They changed every few minutes, showing scenes from dozens of different pornos.

"Eye tracking software determines where Barry here looks the most. We already knew he was gay from his entrance interview," Sanmer said. "As the computer learns what he likes, it shows him more of that. It's all to increase productivity, you see."

Olly's jaw hung down, muzzle open wide. Barry was well over eight feet tall now. He'd grown an incredible amount in just a few minutes. The thick, dark pink shaft had expanded in girth so much that it pushed into the sides of the tube. The olinguito gasped as he felt a tremor in his black slacks. He was rock hard. Though with the scent of the bear's arousal flooding the cube, that wasn't surprising. Moans and grunts and gasps filled the air with pornographic waves of sound.

"We can keep someone in a cube... well, indefinitely, really," Sanmer said. "The longest contract we have is for five years. Barry here signed only a six-month contract, but I'm sure we'll be able to get him to re-up."

The fox grinned at Olly and patted Barry's belly. The big male shuddered and a particularly epic blast of cum splattered the inside of the tube on his cock. The machine clicked again, increasing suction, as the images switched, showing a white fox being mounted by a large, russet-furred wolf.

"Oh, how flattering!" Sanmer said, an unconcerned grin on his face.

The bear's lips pulled back in a snarl as his body flexed again, larger than ever. Shelf-like pecs stood out above a hard, round belly; Barry's thighs were like tree trunks now and his paws curled into fists more than half again as big as Olly's head. The olinguito swallowed hard, mouth dry, as he watched the bear's continuous, uncontrollable orgasm and growth.

"Yes, I think Barry will be quite happy here," Sanmer said. The fox reached up and tweaked one of the burly male's nipples, causing an extra spurt or two. "Every ounce gets sent to the processing department, where the chemicals and supplements Barry has taken transform it into MILK. All we really need to do is bottle it and ship it from that point."

"But... this is crazy! You're holding them here like... like... like slaves!"

"Nonsense! Every one of our workers is cared for 24/7. Free housing, free food. Each has an airtight contract with specific regulations and rules. It's just business."

Olly shook his head and backed up to the door. His eyes remained transfixed on the bear.

"You know, sometimes I unhook them from the machines," Sanmer said conspiratorially. "I like to ensure my employees experience a personal touch from their boss now and again."

Olly shivered. This wasn't right. The bear's eyes closed as Sanmer's paw traced the deep outline of abdominal muscles pushing out against his pelt. The fox's white fingers tickled Barry, who roared and thrust hard, jerking against the restraints. The machine clicked, sped up, and Sanmer grinned.

"Already at full production! My, my... we may have to come up with a fourth level for this big guy."

The ursine's cock swelled again, filling the tube completely. Compacted flesh packed tight against the plastic sides as the suction quickly drained each huge rope of cum from the bear's basketball-sized testicles. They swung against his trembling thighs.

"Did I mention the compensation package? It's very generous. I hope you mention how well we pay our employees in your story."

"In my story!" Olly ripped his eyes from the huge, growing, impossibly muscular bear. "My story!" he said again. "I'm going straight to the police! This is... it's..."

"All perfectly legal. Now, if you'll follow me, please."

Sanmer smiled and motioned with his arm towards the door. The videos playing on the walls and ceiling switched over, flashing to a new sequence. Olly hurried out and closed his eyes. The videos had featured an olinguito...

Sanmer followed him out and closed the door behind him. It sealed up tightly, leaving the bear inside to finish growing. Olly shook his head, trying to erase the images from his mind.

"You may want to... adjust yourself."

The fox lifted an eyebrow and Olly glanced down. The front of his pants was soaked with pre-cum and his cock was unnaturally hard. He gasped and leaned into the wall of the cube they'd just exited, trembling with arousal. The bustling noises of construction didn't seem nearly as oppressive as the inside, though the scent of male arousal lingered in Olly's nostrils. The olinguito moaned as a pulse of pre-cum oozed out of the soaked circle on the front of his bulging pants.

"What's... I don't..."

"Just part of the agreement you signed. Didn't you read that part?"

Sanmer smiled broadly, every sharp tooth showing off as he looked up at the slightly taller male. "Your contract begins today. It will last for one year, during which time I've arranged for you to go on leave with your current employer. I promised him you'll have the scoop of a lifetime once you return. If you choose to return, that is."

Olly's eyes opened wide. His cock ached and he reached for it, unable to help himself. Pulling open his slacks, his engorged member fell out. It was only half-hard, but already much larger than before, at least a good nine, maybe ten inches. It sprung upwards in a matter of moments and the olinguito's long, fluffy tail coiled and twisted between his legs.

"What... what's happening..."

"First stage. You're on an accelerated process - something I've been testing. We'll have to get you into a cube soon. I'm guessing you'll be one of our stage 2 producers."

A thick glob of clear pre-cum spat from Olly's engorged erection. The olinguito's chest heaved as he breathed deeply, claws scratching at the cement floor. Nearly a cup of warm, thick pre-cum rolled down the olinguito's massive member, soaking into his roiling nuts and dripping steadily to the floor between his trembling legs.

"Hmm... maybe stage 3..."

Olly moaned again as several buttons his shirt popped off. Thick tan fur pushed through the openings as his hips pushed out. Another fat glob of pre-cum exploded from his oversensitive erection. He'd never felt so horny in his life. It was like liquid fire was pouring through his veins. His paws wrapped around his testicles. They were swollen. Warm. Hot. He felt so... so... so good...

Sanmer motioned with his paw. Several technicians approached and grasped Olly by the arms. The olinguito moaned at the touch and his cock jerked, shooting a particularly impressive blast of cum. Every follicle on his pelt stood out as he was led into the cube next to Barry's. He didn't resist as restraints were placed around him. He couldn't even think straight. There was... a job? A story to write? He didn't remember. All he could think about was cumming. He had to cum. He had to!

Sanmer allowed himself a giggle as he watched the short, cute olinguito strapped in and hooked up. He stepped in close to the male and whispered in his ear.

"There, there... even if you don't reach stage 3 production, I'm sure you'll find that we value all of our employees equally."

The fox's snow white paw slipped down and gently caressed the olinguito's throbbing hardness, now easily a full foot in length and almost half that across. Olly's eyes went wide as several jets of white cum lurched from his tip, splattering onto the floor at his feet. The touch sent electricity through his body and he jerked at his restraints.

"Excuse me, sir."

A technician placed the suction tube around Olly's length as the other placed the trigger syringe in Sanmer's waiting paw. Another placed a mask over the olinguito's slack muzzle. The technicians finished their work and left as the videos began to play.

"I'll make sure to visit you often," Sanmer said, pressing the syringe to the olinguito's arm. "I suppose this interview never really concluded, did it? Well, we can chat every now and then. Besides, you were just so cute that once I saw that photo you sent I knew I had to have you working under me..."

Olly moaned into the mask on his face as he felt a new sensation. The injection made him quiver with lust. He stared at the fox, but the images on the screen drew his attention. White-furred vulpines on their knees, surrounded by large shafts... on their backs, being penetrated over and over... another orgasm ripped through Olly's body. The feeding mask muffled his urgent cries. His fur rippled as he felt his muscles tense, flex, and bulge with growth...

He felt the fox move behind him and wrapped his tail around the small male's hips twice, pulling him in close. Claws scratched through the fur coating his rippling backside and he croaked out a lustful moan as his churning balls fired a fresh shot. The fox's teasing claws tickled behind his ears, down his sides over his rump.

"I may end up visiting you quite often," the fox gasped, as the olinguito's thick tail pulled his hips in. The fox's hips were forced against Olly's hard, flexing rump. "Very often... oh my!"

Sanmer grinned and turned away, gradually disentangling himself from the olinguito's tail as a video of a white fox mounting a muscular lion played on screen. Sanmer giggled and reached up to pat Olly's head before walking out of the cube, tail flicking back and forth as he left the olinguito thrusting and groaning alone in the cube. After sealing the door and setting the program, he trotted back towards the elevators.

"I'm going to have some fun with that one," he murmured as the elevator slowly rose. He smiled. Olly really was a cutie. Hopefully he'd renew his contract. It would take a close, personal appeal, but Sanmer was confident he had the means to ensure the olinguito remained in his employ.

Back in his office, he tapped a button on the phone on his desk.

"Could you send in my next appointment, please? I'll need another copy of our non-disclosure agreement as well..."

The end?