The Horny Bunny
New job, new place, new rules for Kaiman.
“… I'm not sure that's my kind of suit."
“Nonsense, that's perfect! It suits your waist! Everyone will want a piece of you!"
The cries were almost lost in the immense locker room, almost as big as a baseball field.
Holding up what seemed to be an encompassing corset fitting for a bunny suit without the bunny tail, the Crocodile-faced man turned and returned the cloth before his bull-headed counterpart. A sort of situation the former had never expected to see and live… And hadn't wished to fulfill.
But Kaiman's life was… More complex.
The Crocodile-head's name was Kaiman. A former cleaner at a hospital, a former waiter at a Gyoza restaurant before he ate all the plates, a former bouncer until he got drunk, and so on.
Former everything, and down his luck, Kaiman wasn't the kind to accept the charity: neither from his friend, said Gyoza restaurant's owner, or his previous coworkers at the hospital. Prideful or too confident, the fine line was at its limits… And with his expenses growing each month, the due rent, and what he owed to others due to his gambling habits, Kaiman wasn't… Doing so well.
With his bulky body, with massive muscles beneath his skin, and his talents with blades, he could have been part of a gang. However, the problem was his face… And the mages. Having the face of a Reptile was a mere detail: those changes were the gifts of a mage, a not-so-uncommon occurrence. But the red cross tattoos over his eyes and spikes sprouting from the back of his head were easy to notice and recognize.
Even in public, he had to wear a mask so he wouldn't terrorize the people around him, but with his height and frame… He could still be seen, caught… And sent to Prison. Which… Wasn't the best situation to be in when you lived in a post-apocalypse city named Hole, filled with violence and corruption.
His previous lines of work were exhausted due to incompetency or bad strokes of luck, and the masked male had to wander the streets of Hole, going from district to district. There was the possibility of becoming a mage hunter, but doing so alone, as his friend Nikaido was too busy in her restaurant, wasn't so fun.
There, he sat beaten and demoralized before a door and protected by an awning as the rain started to pour. He should have returned home by now… perhaps beg his friends to let him back at the hospital, sure his luck could turn for the better and-
“Down in the dumps? Hmm?" asked a low, growly voice just by Kaiman.
“Uh?" he answered, turning his head to see the metal door had opened onto a man taking a smoke break but hadn't pushed Kaiman aside. A man in a fine suit, clean and properly cared for, with… Huh. The head of a bull. Another cursed man.
“What? You're loitering when you're feeling it?" asked the man, bringing his cigarette to his brown muzzle to take a long puff… And released it, with two clouds escaping his large nostrils.
“No. I'll move if needed. That's fine," grunted Kaiman as he pushed on his knees to stand up, with many grunts. It would only be a little jog under Hole's rain; it would only make his clothes reek for a month.
“Hey!"
Before stepping away, Kaiman froze as he heard the bull and the steps following. Hence, he turned with his hands raised.
“Hey, I didn't owe you anything. I was sitting and t-“
“Show me your face, boy," huffed the Bull.
Face to face, Kaiman could notice how big the man in his clean suit was. His muscles strained under that white shirt, black slacks, sleeveless vest. He could look like a waiter, but his whole body was built like a brick shithouse.
“What?" retorted Kaiman.
“I said, show me your face. You're cursed too, right?" said the bull, blowing his smoke at Kaiman. Who coughed.
“Urf. Fine, what's in it for you?" he said, undoing the straps holding onto his chin and head, pulling the mismatch of punctured clothes, gas mask, and helmet to expose his face: long muzzle, green scales, and marked eyes as always.
Details the Bull observed, taking another puff as he stepped around and checked.
“Not bad, not bad. Only your head got changed?" asked the strange Bull, his red eyes going from one detail to another as he kept walking while Kaiman tried to follow.
“The top of the shoulders, too. Why? If this is to join a gang or something..."
“Oh, no, not at all!" chuckled the Bull, blowing his smoke at Kaiman's face. Then, he picked the cigarette and offered it, index and middle finger pinching it. “I own a proper restaurant, and you'd be a perfect addition to my crew!"
“What? Are you serious?" answered Kaiman, holding onto his helmet with one hand while he picked up the cigarette with the other, taking a puff.
Cursed people like Kaiman, whose issues were visible, were rarely recruited in high-end restaurants. They often represented a sort of shame or failure to the faces of those who hadn't been cursed… And reminded those “pure guys" what could happen if they encountered a young mage wanting to try out a spell.
As for those with discrete curses, they tended to stray away from customer-facing jobs.
“Sure, I am. We only recruit cursed people. Is that a problem?"
“Huh. No. Not at all!"
“Perfect! Follow me. Oh, and no smoking inside," said the Bull as he returned to the door and entered it, leaving it open for Kaiman to follow.
Kaiman stood dumbfounded before he brought the cigarette to his mouth. He took another last puff then crushed it on the ground, letting the smoke blow through his nostrils as he entered.
The place was… Clean. It didn't have that musty scent sticking to all the buildings in Hole. The ceilings and walls had been painted recently; the floor had been cleaned today. Moreover, the temperature was comfortable, which was an oddity within the ruined city.
“Where did you get that spot? A building just like new," whistled Kaiman as he saw the proper metal pipes with no traces of patches.
“Given by a friend of mine. 'Name is Kyle, but you'll call me Horn here. Boss Horn." Said the Bull ahead, navigating through the corridors. The building was impeccable, but… it was oddly silent, too. Not so many people were around despite it being the evening.
“Kaiman," answered the aforementioned man.
“Stage name? Or it's your true name?"
“Both? I don't remember my real name, long story."
“Shit luck," was Horn's sole comment as they passed a threshold.
What was beyond looked like an old-style office. Wood bookshelves on the right and left were stuffed with papers, documents, and ledgers. A desk adorned with little ornamentations and fioritura stood in the middle, followed by an old clock in the back. With the only light coming from the lamp on the ceiling, the place had a particular atmosphere mixing posh club and sleazy bookie office. Even the green carpet was fitting in.
Right away, Horn sat at the desk and proposed one of the cushioned seats to Kaiman. In the meantime, he picked up round spectacles he put on his muzzle, adjusting them.
He searched through the stacks of paper while Kaiman sat and observed everything around: an earthy scent was sticking to the place, as well as the stinking reek from sweat. The place was… Definitely weird.
And yet, he seemed confident to be at the right spot as he still felt the burn of smoke in the back of his throat.
“So… You can sign this?" suddenly asked Horn, taking Kaiman away from his observation to an offered pen and a single-paper contract.
“Yeah? Sure. But you're offering me a contract like that?" blinked the Himbo, surprised.
The Bull glanced at him, then reclined in his seat with his hands joined on his chest.
“The rate is twelve per hour; add tips to that. You're working Friday to Tuesday, and all the special events, from six pm to two am. Meals are comped, and breaks are allowed as long as they're not excessive. That's good enough for you?"
Kaiman was slack-jawed. That job, it was golden. Not too many hours; breaks were a godsend… And meals comped? He could stuff his guts. But that was too good!
“Wait. You don't check what I did before? What I know? Or if I'm a good fit?"
“You lost limbs and have a prosthesis?"
“Uh. No?" answered Kaiman right away.
“You are afraid of new experiences?"
“Not at all!"
“You know how to speak without insulting the clients?"
“Yes?"
“Then you're a good fit. You can sign, and I'll show you your suit and how it'll be. You'll take on a late shift; they're chill."
With a smile, Kaiman then signed the document.
Bringing back to the moment as he held that corset and glanced back at the Bull.
“I- I assumed I would wear something like you do," mumbled Kaiman as he glanced at the rest of his suit: bunny ears, wrist cuffs, stockings, heels. Not the kind he was used to wearing, to be fair.
“Haha, no. Only management and kitchen staff wear those. Don't worry, it's more comfortable than it looks like. And I- Hoi! Honey! Get on with it!"
Turning to the left, the Bull shouted at another cursed one. Unlike the Bull and Kaiman, his entire body was covered with fur, and his face was ursine. Definitely, ursine. However, it was even stranger to see that monster of a man with massive paws and muzzle pulling on the corset to cover his chest.
“It's fine. I have a private session with the Ribbon. They're not there!"
“Yes! But they asked for a triple stuffing, so get going!"
“Fuck!"
Almost like stung by an insect, the cursed Ursine jumped on his feet and moved. Fishnet stockings were set to give his gams a thinner shape. Heels were put on, and the Bear set off for another part of the building with the bunny ears and cuffs in his hands to put them while on the way. His quicks steps echoed before Kaiman, amazed by the man's speed, easiness in putting that suit on… And the lack of shame.
“What's a triple stuffing?" asked Kaiman, turning to Horn.
“Nothing so important. Let me help you with your costume."
Of course, Kaiman grimaced and showed his teeth. That kind of place wasn't his usual fetish. And working in there? Not so much. But he needed that money, if only for keeping a roof above his head. Plus, the hours wouldn't be so bad…
So. He stripped.
Jacket, shirt, shoes, pants… Everything went in the locker until he stood with only a white but one jockstrap, so worn it was going to pieces. It still managed to hold onto his package and cover most of it, so he wasn't so ashamed to wear it. But the Bull seemed to frown at it… But not so much at Kaiman's body.
“Jockstrap off, too."
“What? Why?" contested Kaiman, feeling a bit ashamed.
“Chaffing and for the clientele. If our customers know you have underwear, it will impact our reputation."
Kaiman grimaced again, closing his eyes. But he finally removed the last wall, the last detail separating from full nudity. And his bits were out in the open.
It's not like he was ashamed of it: he had a decent cock, long and meaty beneath hirsute pubes. And his balls were nothing to scoff at, dangling between his thighs and hairy as well. The skin was a shade darker than his usual complexion, but that was normal, so he wasn't so bothered…
Well, rather, he was bothered by the Bull looking around and leaning to get all the details.
“Not bad. But I'd suggest you do some squats for those buns," commented Horn, giving those thighs a rude smack.
“Ouch!" yelped Kaiman, covering his butt and massaging the abused skin. “My ass is fine!"
“Not enough for our clientele, but that's something you'll see. Now, come here," ordered Horn as he stepped to another locker and pulled what looked to be a syringe and… bottles filled with a sort of powder?
Yet, the man still managed to fill the syringe with the powder like it was a liquid.
“Arm or ass, whatever you prefer."
“What's is this? I'm sure I have already seen this somewhere," commented Kaiman.
“It's mandatory in our business. Don't worry; it's not a drug. Arm or ass?"
Kaiman didn't answer but presented his left arm.
Without warning, the Bull grabbed it and inserted the syringe into Kaiman's arm before injecting the powder. The sensation was fuzzy, like numbing. But not painful. It was rising off his arm to his shoulder, and then… All that fuzziness spread along Kaiman's body, even his brain. So much so that he had difficulties not smiling and laughing as he looked at the serious Bull.
“What- Hehe, is this?" asked Kaiman again. He felt strange… But warmer, too, especially around his cock and ass.
“It allows our workers to be at top performances and avoid any injuries… Or accidents. Show me that ass."
The order came, and though Kaiman felt this was excessive… He had to follow it. He turned, spun on his feet, and leaned forward while he presented his ass. Hairy, meaty, round… It wasn't bubbly like the Bear's. But it was firm and muscular. Plus, it didn't resist when Horn passed a digit in between.
One finger? Two fingers? Three? It didn't hurt Kaiman when the Bull started to finger him and stretch his hole, tugging on the orifice. Instead, it felt fuzzy and hot. And pleasing. Enough to feel like he was popping a boner.
“It's working fast. Guess you have been cursed a lot. How do you feel?"
“Strange… It's… Good," mumbled Kaiman, the blood rushing to his face. He… Was allowing a guy to finger his ass, to hook inside his hole, and… Massage it.
“That's perfect. The black powder works perfectly with your body. Put your costume on, and I'll show you the facilities and how we work."
With that, Horn pulled his fingers out, leaving the hole gaping before he gave that ass another smack. But this time, Kaiman didn't yelp. He jumped from the surprise but kept quiet as he returned to his locker.
That smack… It felt good.
Good even minutes after. He could still enjoy it when he put the suit on, feeling how, despite the appearance, it was comfortable. Sure, the fabric was snug on his genitals, but it accommodated them in the form of a pouch, and it was breathing. Even if he wore underwear, there would be no chaffing due to how smooth it was. And even the corset, despite its rigidity, wasn't so bad to wear. Only that he had some difficulties tying it, making him squirm to grab the strings and-
“For the first days, you'll ask the team to help you with your corset, but you will have to learn to tie it on your own," said Horn, smacking Kaiman's fingers away.
“Got it. Boss," answered Kaiman. Next, he squeaked when the corset pressed on his ribs and, therefore, lungs.
“Too tight?"
“Yes."
The corset's pressure lowered a bit, allowing him to breathe before it was settled. At the limit, the costume had no wiggle room for his chest. There was no chance for his chest to be exposed should someone pull on it. But there was enough space to slip something inside.
“How do you feel?"
“It's more comfortable than I thought. It's… Well made," commented Kaiman, lightheaded.
“Of course, we offer the best. The job is peculiar, as you will see. But we take care of the staff. Don't you think it's important?"
Kaiman nodded as he sat on a bench to put the stockings on. But… His ass felt strange during the process. As if something was missing. Those fingers, they had been… Pleasing.
“Don't daydream on the job. Our customers want us clean," said Horn.
Kaiman's eyes darted at him, at the pointing index, then the pointed direction… Down. His bulge, or what could be seen through the black fabric, was damp and rigid enough to imprint its shape through it. Did he?
“Stockings and heels, you won't need the cuffs or ears for the moment," continued Horn.
Kaiman blinked, nodded, and complied.
The former, the stockings, were easy to put on. He was hairy, but while it had a strange sensation of rubbing, it didn't stop him from putting it on. But the heels? Well, they were at the right size for him as his feet slipped into them without hurdles. But walking? That was a whole different issue as Kaiman stood up… And tottered.
Left and right arms extended, his walk was closer to the stomping of a tightrope walker. He stomped another step, felt his foot slip, and instantly lowered his chest while flailing his arms. He was… he would-
Horn grabbed his left arm and passed a hand behind Kaiman's back to steady him, to ensure he wouldn't fall.
“Careful, or you'll break them," said the Bull-headed man, leading Kaiman to the next step. “Smaller steps, you are not running."
Compared to his sturdy boots, Kaiman felt like he was about to fall at any moment in those black shoes. His foot moved, and he looked down.
“Look up, straight back! Eyes on what's ahead!" barked Horn, making Kaiman flinch and, indeed, look up. He rolled his shoulders a bit and straightened them. This… Was a bit better, but his steps were wobbly.
“How am I supposed to walk like this?"
“Anyone can learn it," said a different voice, bass and rumbling.
Kaiman and Horn turned and saw another cursed human. One who had the head of an orca. Hands and arms, too. But the rest of his body seemed normal. And like Kaiman, he wore the typical “suit" though he seemed unbothered by it.
“Whale. Good to know you're here. Handle him. I have to check the clientele," Horn said as he released his grip and stomped away.
“Sure thing, boss!"
However, while Horn left and Whale stepped in, Kaiman returned to flailing and leaning forth.
“How am I supposed to walk with those?" he asked, stomping quickly forward to lean against a bench, ass up.
“You don't have the right posture and steps," answered Whale, his voice incredibly low despite his leaner body except for his belly. He had such a gut; it was not only astounding how the fabric kept it inside but also how unbothered the employee was.
“You make it look so easy… Whale?"
“It's Leo, but Whale is my nickname here. And your name is?"
“Kaiman. Only Kaiman," he answered with his feet wobbling as he tried to take another step, toes first.
“Okay, Kaiman, I'll show you how to walk. First, you don't walk in heels like with regular shoes. Look at me."
Kaiman stopped and stepped back, watching how Leo… or Whale, stepped. The Orca didn't walk with the front of the foot first but rather presented the heel first to the ground, then lowered the tip of the foot. Then again, and again. He crossed through the small locker room and went back to Kaiman.
“Straight back, eyes ahead, heels before toes. And if you need it, arch your foot. Got it?"
“I think."
Kaiman nodded, then took another step. Straight back, eyes ahead, heels before toes… It… it wasn't so bad. Okay, he had to be careful. But he wasn't flailing his arms like before. He could walk.
“Heh! It's not so difficult!" he exclaimed, strutting forward with his muzzle up.
“Smaller steps! If they're too wide, you'll fall!"
The words came too late. As Kaiman strutted, he took a step too long, and his balance shifted. And back he was to lean, to wave his arms. Only to have them caught by Whale, inches away.
“How-. How do you walk so fast?"
“Secret. I'll show you how, one day. But for the moment, practice."
Practice.
It meant for Kaiman to go from one side of the room to the other while Whale watched, leaning against a locker. Like an instructor, the guy called out any error when Kaiman narrowly stumbled or his stance wasn't right. Which… Would have been better if they were not almost naked and in one of the sluttiest suits Kaiman had seen within Hole.
“Again, careful steps. Do not overreach."
“How is he doing?" asked Horn, entering the room and watching the “new" employee steps. A bit too shaky, but way better.
“It's… Alright!" answered Kaiman.
“He will be sore for two days and need some cream for his blisters. But he can strut around for his first day."
“Good!" With a whistle, Horn cut through Kaiman's walk, forcing him to turn his head. “You'll practice later. I will show you the kitchens and the dining room. Come to me."
Walking with small steps, trying not to run, was more difficult than what Kaiman expected a day ago. But he managed to get close to Horn and Whale.
“Well. I'll get going; my order was probably canceled, and I'll get drunk if I keep it," Whale suddenly explained as he walked past Kaiman… And beyond, way deeper into the building.
“An order? I have the impression it's different from other jobs," asked Kaiman, facing Horn.
He offered an arm, making Kaiman lean against him as they left the changing room. Whereas their first walk had been almost a run, Horn took slow, deliberate steps this time, leading Kaiman onward.
“You are a waiter. As such, you must keep your orders warm and ready for your clients. Entertainment is also expected of you, but your first days will be spent as a Jug. Then, if you're good, you'll get raised to Plate and then a Delicacy. That's how we grade our employees. But becoming a Delicacy is hard."
“Wait? Jug? Waiter? Delicacy? I am not paid to wait on people?" said Kaiman, surprised.
“Yes, you are, but there are different levels of qualifications. Jugs are those who recently joined and are mainly focused on holding onto the orders and rarely get tips. Plates handle regular drinks and meals while doing the tasks of a Jug. Delicacies do all that and entertainment. They can be requested to liven up an event or an evening, but they get the most tips. You, you will be a Jug."
“How can I become a Delicacy?" Kaiman asked, feeling his right foot slip and forcing him to lean more against the Bull for an instant.
“Focus on learning, and steady your walk. Delicacies have months of experience in the business and are enjoying it. Honey, for example, is a delicacy while Whale is a Plate."
“How many people are employed here?" suddenly asked Kaiman as he glanced at Horn.
“At least one hundred people per shift. We were in the locker room for waiters. But the Horny Bunny has more openings."
Kaiman's eyes widened. When he was outside, he had been leaning against a relatively small building. Sometimes, buildings might get bigger inside when Sorcerers' spells were cast all around. But hundred? Per shift?
Kaiman blinked as he felt the softer surface under his heels; they were walking on a red mat as they approached an intersection with multiple corridors and typical double doors for a kitchen. But… It reeked. The place reeked of sex.
“Fuck… It smells worse than a cheap whore after Christmas! What's happening inside?"
“The preparations, let me show you."
Without a care for the other corridors on either side, Horn dragged Kaiman forward and pushed the double doors open. Inside, the interior was bustling with people. Mostly cursed people like Kaiman: multiple arms, heads, added details or features. It was a freak show of cooks working to cut, prepare, grill, and even… bake?
They were talented, that was certain, and the smell of their meals was enjoyable despite the ambient odor of sex fitting for a brothel.
They were all clean, idly chatting while their hands danced from meal to meal they were handling and putting on display on a pass-through before waiters, with the same suit as Kaiman, grabbed them.
“That's… A big place," mumbled Kaiman, watching all the people working as one… Except for a small group in a corner.
“Indeed. But we offer the best meals on that side of Hole. Nobody can meet the quality we offer at the Horny Bunny. But let's not bother the crew; let's meet with the team you'll mainly work with."
With a hand behind Kaiman's back, Horn pushed the new employee forward while still nodding to the few cooks saluting him. It was a strange scene, especially as the duo approached the corner where a group of seven employees were… Not working.
It was them who reeked. They reeked of sex and cum, and lube. An odor amplified by the white puddles around them that weren't going down the drain.
But it didn't seem to bother them as they were playing cards and idly chatting. All the while, they wore nothing but white aprons.
Rhinoceros, Hippopotamus, Zebra, Horse, Bull, Raccoon, and an Elephant. They were all cursed and their bodies looked like they came from a Safari. Although Kaiman wasn't one to criticize either. But he could frown at their disinterested attitude and the bare asses they were showing as they played and gave no fucks to what was around.
“Hey, boys! I'll borrow your attention for a moment," said Horn, patting Kaiman's shoulders when the small group put aside their cards, phones, and games so they could check Horn.
Scowling, covered with scars, brutish, they weren't the kind to attract the eyes. They could have been better placed in a prison than in the corner of a kitchen. But somehow, Horn seemed courteous with them all. Especially as he spoke and rubbed Kaiman's shoulder.
“Say Hi to our new recruit, Kaiman, guys. He's a new one, so I don't want any overflow. Tusks, you'll handle him until he's ready for more," said Horn towards the Hippopotamus.
“What? Why is it always me handling the newbies?" shouted the interested.
“Because you're the smallest and can't produce much," answered the Raccoon.
“Bullshit! I can produce as much as Stripes!"
“But you're smaller, and you have no flair. Not my problem", answered the Zebra, peeking at the cards before he was slapped on the wrist.
“Guys, guys. Don't make him run away on his first day. He's still getting used to the suit and the smoke," said Horn, both hands up as if to placate those rowdy men. “Also. Be warned, we'll get more-“
“I'm empty! Double Cherry filling!" shouted a Waiter barging in from the nearest door, his slim figure and muzzle fitting for a giraffe.
“Stripes, you're up," said Horn, pointing at the Zebra.
“What? Why?"
“Cheaters get punished. I'll send the order," continued Horn while six of the seven fell about. He grabbed Kaiman by the shoulder to drag him away while the Giraffe approached, red in the face and the legs shaking.
“What… What was that?" asked Kaiman, finally out of the surprise. He had a hard time following the conversation, but something important about the seven guys made Kaiman uncomfortable. Why were they naked? And what was the filling?
“The most important part of our crew. Only those can handle the most important task in the Horny Bunny. Nobody else can take on their duties. As a Waiter, you'll mainly interact with them, not the kitchen… Wait, hold out a moment."
Horn then turned to the kitchen staff, especially a tiny group cutting fruits, and shouted: “Double cherry filling!" to which a cook answered with a simple aye.
All before Kaiman was dragged along toward the door from which the Giraffe came. And somehow, the smell was just as strong as if he was by the seven men.
He glanced in their direction and saw… How the Giraffe was getting touched inappropriately by those guys.
But then, he was pulled away.
“Don't focus on that. Let me show you the main floor."
If the kitchen looked bustling, the main room was akin to a living chaos. Built with different sections, Horn went through them, knowing them like the back of his hand. From the casino to the lounge, the restaurant area, and the bar.
Kaiman was almost stunned. He had never stepped inside that spot during his mage hunting. The place was enormous; some mages probably hid there. Although… most faces he saw were cursed like him.
Like Horn said, the waiters were all wearing that bunny costume, and the strange detail was their difference in guts. Some looked positively pregnant while others were flats, yet all costumes accommodated their sizes perfectly.
“Hum… What's in it with the waiters' bellies?" asked Kaiman, finally daring to ask Horn the big question.
“Oh? That. You'll handle it; it's better to have it shown than explained," answered the owner. Horn darted his gaze right, then left, stopping. He snapped at a mountain man of a waiter, a giant cursed deer whose antlers had been fitted with golden tips.
“Antlers! Antlers! ANTLERS!" shouted the Bull until the deer turned and approached.
Despite his size, the man walked with a relative grace in those heels… And he sported that gut like most waiters, though smaller than usual.
“Boss? Is there a problem?" asked the Deer, his voice low.
“None. I present you Kaiman, the newest member of our crew!"
“Hi," added Kaiman, trying to smile while extending a hand.
Hand the Deer shook: “Great! When will he start?"
“Today. Well, he won't work today. But he needs a presentation about his role as a jug. Kaiman, here's Antlers, a Jug like you. Antlers, you've finished your servings?"
“Yes. I was about to emp-“
“Perfect," cut Horn, raising a hand and snapping. “Come along, Kaiman needs a show."
A show… That wasn't what Kaiman expected. But he did follow Horn and the burly Deer, watching the latter's ass drip with… Semen?
His eyes going from the man to that ass, Kaiman barely acknowledged the glasses Antlers got on the way, the little nook they were sitting at, or how Horn tapped a seat by his side.
“Uh…"
“Get on, Kaiman. You'll enjoy it," said Horn.
“It might look weird, but he's right," confirmed Antlers, climbing onto the table without much of an issue, even with his heels.
Kaiman gulped and sat by his new boss… And watched? Would he have to do that? He couldn't fathom the idea of climbing on a table with heels. Yet, he watched the monster of a Deer climb and squat.
More… He gulped when he felt Horn's furry fingers on his ass, forcing Kaiman to shift his posture before… The man started to finger him through the clothes. It- felt good.
“What flavor do you have, Antlers?" asked Horn as he purposefully placed the glasses at the center of the table with his other hand.
“Vodka strawberry," Antlers said as he squatted lower, his furry ass fully exposed. Those glutes were tense, those legs thick and coiling. Fuck, it smelled like someone had gone to town with that ass without a break for hours. But Kaiman watched.
He saw how the Deer pulled on the bunny tail on the suit… One detail Kaiman had missed. He heard the long slurping motion of one asshole sucking. At the same time, Antlers' other hand pulled the black strip aside until it revealed that asshole. A gaping, swollen rim, from which poured… Cum. Cum in such an ample amount it was like a fountain, and it dropped right into the glasses.
One, two, three glasses he filled to the brim with that tacky and musky liquid while sighing and moaning. The Deer had been contracting his cheeks and clenching them for all that ordeal while Horn looked pleased by the situation.
Kaiman? He was slack-jawed, surprised. Even when the flow of semen stopped, and the plug was put back. He blinked when he saw the Deer artfully go on his knees without touching the glasses. Antlers then turned, grabbing a glass, to smile at Kaiman and Horn.
“Cheers!"
“Cheers!"
Kaiman's eyes darted to his right, and he instantly groaned when he felt those hairy fingers hit one spot in his prostate. He… Had been fingered during the whole serving and hadn't felt it at all. Moreover, the Bull seemed uncaring of Kaiman's reaction as he grabbed a glass to toast with the Deer.
“Kaiman, let's toast," said the Bull.
Toast… Kaiman wasn't unsure if he could call that a toast. But he grabbed the third cum-filled glass. It was warm to the touch, a bit sticky from the fluids that had spilled over. He turned the glass, trying to hold it by its cleanest side as he finally lifted it and… Faced the two men looking at him, offering their glasses.
“Cheers?" he said, toasting with them and watching how they eagerly emptied their drinks.
They gulped, sighed, and tapped their bellies while Kaiman's eyes were on the glass. Onto the liquid with a weird consistency, a mix of jello and water. It was white; it had that solid musky smell: definitely cum. All the way. With small touches of vodka and strawberry?
“Go on, it's safe. If it's better, plug your nose for your first time," encouraged Antlers.
“You don't want to waste such a good drink, Kaiman?" nodded along Horn, his fingers hooking Kaiman's ass and making him fluster.
“Are you sure?" the latter answered, his mind barely acknowledging all the weirdness except for that glass.
The glass approached his mouth before… he emptied it whole.
It was salty, tacky, sticky, with an earthy touch. But it was refreshing and intense, with an aftertaste of alcohol. Both sides were balancing each other, mellowing out the flavors that could have overwhelmed.
Sure, there was the earthy taste and alcohol, but he could perfectly enjoy the taste of strawberries, lemonade, and… Much more?
“Woah? What's this?" he asked, surprised as even with the drink gone down the drain, the taste remained in his mouth… Fuzzy and warm.
“What our clientele comes to get in the Horny Bunny," replied Horn, inserting a fourth finger inside Kaiman and forcing him to lean back against the table. And Kaiman wasn't minding, rather enjoying as he felt his groin about to burst.
“Should I go?"
“Yes, you can leave and take a break, Antlers; you deserve it."
The unassuming Deer nodded and took away his glass, stepping off the table with a discrete grin before disappearing into the crowd of waiters and clients coming and going.
Leaving the two together, the two men panting and sighing… Breathing heavily.
“They- come to drink cum?" moaned Kaiman, going from sitting to lying on the sofa with his legs spread before his boss grabbed an ankle and lifted it.
Horn… He was enjoying forcing fingers inside that hole, stretching it further than before, and stealing groans from Kaiman as his bunny suit started to get damp.
“Yes. But it's not normal cum. You felt it; it tasted like the cocktails you'd find in bars. That's what the fillings are, and you'll be carrying them as a jug."
“If… That was the case? Why don't they mix it themselves?" asked Kaiman, closing his eyes as almost a fist entered the hole. Never before had he taken something inside… And yet, the Bull had his whole fist inside him?
“Because it is an aphrodisiac, a remedy, and much more. Those who come here stay healthy, recover faster, and are better lovers. Got it? They come here for the drinks, but they stay for the distractions and the advantages," said Horn.
The Bull's breath was all over Kaiman's body, his fingers deeply entrenched while the other hand rubbed that covered groin and drew circles over it.
“That's… weird," he mumbled, feeling tipsy and oddly excited. Flushed even.
“Everyone thinks it's weird, but they grow to like it. And you'll be no different."
His words ended like a threat; Horn did something. Or pushed somewhere, and Kaiman cried.
His legs quivered, and his body trembled while he felt his orgasm reach his brain. But it quickly receded, although he still felt… Excited and eager for more.
Those fingers, he could enjoy them more.
But they were pulled by the Bull, suddenly freed from the warm and moist inners before Horn wiped them on Kaiman's thighs.
“You got the tour. Get changed, leave your costume in the locker, and prepare for tomorrow's early shift."
“Wait-“ mumbled Kaiman as he watched the Bull step away.
In an attempt to move, Kaiman closed his legs and raised his chest. But two things happened: he felt his cum dripping all over his groin. And he felt his sensitive asshole suddenly squeezed by the glutes closing on it.
The first was humiliating; the second was like an earth-shaking shock that left him shivering and trembling whenever he tried to close his legs a bit more. Followed more cum, more fluid, as he felt the delight of that hole being so sensitive.
However, after three more orgasms, Kaiman finally managed to close his legs and roll from his backside to his sides and then onto his feet. But it was too late to get Horn. Worse, as he finally managed to stand up on wobbly legs, he faced another waiter whose leonine face easily divulged how angry he was at Kaiman for hogging the place.
“Sorry. I- I'm going," he said, saluting the waiter and trudging away. All the while, he tried not to stumble and clench his ass too much.
An effort he had to maintain even on his way home, unloaded of those heels and costumes. His feet were hurting like hell, but worse was the sensation of his asshole… Winking. He couldn't describe it otherwise, as any move made the orifice open or close. If he opened his legs too wide, it opened. If he closed them, so did the hole. And… It weirded him out.
“What the fuck are you doing?" moaned Kaiman, his loins dripping with precum by the time he got in his apartment.
“What's happening to me?" he nearly cried as he removed his clothes, almost ripping them away from his body to jump on his couch, his legs spread like a whore he had fucked not so long ago. His asshole was burning, twitching, or whatever words he was thinking. It was hellish just to have it kept under clothes like it was to have it exposed to the bedroom's cold air.
One was constant rubbing; the other was like ice was applied against the gaping and swollen rim. The only good moment was…
When he plunged his fingers inside. They were warm; they were smooth, and they weren't chaffing the hole. It definitely felt good as he approached his digits from the spot Horn had been playing with.
“Fuck… What he gave me?" groaned Kaiman, throwing his head back as he felt the swollen and burning spot beneath his touch. It was… Pulsating. Hard to the touch, rigid. He… Pushed it and felt it: that was like an explosion.
It was also like an explosion in his loin as cum poured from his half-stiff dick onto the mattress. He came… From fingering himself.
Not only that, it wasn't enough. It didn't feel enough for Kaiman as he continued to push and press, to finger his hole… And adding one, two, three fingers. He didn't care if the neighbors were beating against the walls or their ceiling, shouting at him to shut up.
He moaned again as another orgasm hit him, and he came again… And again… And again.
Why he never went to the Horny Bunny before? Why wouldn't anyone join it? He loved it. It felt so intense and good to cum that way. Whores, in comparison, would be wasted on him, he was certain.
No whore or girlfriend could get him going like this, cumming again and again without a break. His ass was so warm and needy… He couldn't leave it there.
Through the evening and the night… Even in the morning, Kaiman woke up. His burning ass pulled him from slumber whenever his body finally relaxed, making him yearn for another orgasm. Just a single one that turned into a milking session until he was spent and unable to keep going.
“Someone had a difficult night?" snickered a voice as Kaiman pulled his bunny suit out of his locker; just like Horn had said, they would be cleaned.
He closed the door, his eyes underlined with bags, and glanced at Whale. He sported a neat smile, and his hand brought a steaming mug filled with a brown liquid. A mug he extended and Kaiman received once his clothes were set aside.
“Pretty… Much. Even now, I feel my ass is on fire," mumbled Kaiman, stopping his hand from instinctively reaching for the spot… For his sweaty and hairy ass kept in his pants.
“You'll get used to it. Or find a boyfriend. Or collect dildos; that's how some handle it," Whale said, looking at the mug with a shrug.
Mug Kaiman brought to his nose and sniffed… It was coffee, but it had some… Musky touches.
“Cum?"
“For us, there's hardly anything without cum. But it's fresh and prepared for our early shifts," nodded the Orca as he placed his own stuff by Kaiman and started to strip, exposing that strange mix of a body before switching to his costume.
Kaiman? He looked at the mug and shook it. It would be easy to refuse the drink, but he wasn't in position. Not when he was so exhausted and his legs sore. He took a gulp, then another, and before long, he had finished it all and sighed.
The taste of cum stuck to his palate, mixing and soothing the strong aroma of coffee with a creamy texture… And it… Revigorated him.
“Fuck. I- feel better," he mumbled, glancing at the empty mug… Before he put it on the nearby bleacher and started to strip, too.
“One dose and you're not sore; two and hangover is done; three and you'll be running all day," chuckled Whale, his corset already on and his stockings on the way.
“That's true?" Kaiman asked, still with the corset and fiddling with the attaches behind before he gave in and turned his back. “Could you… Help me?"
“Sure," confirmed the Whale, working fast to tie them up and ensure the clothes were tight to Kaiman's body. “And it's true. Try not to take more than three; you'll be so hyper you'll get on everyone's nerves."
“Really? Ouch," mumbled Kaiman, feeling the bite of the corset before Whale gave some wiggle room but finally tied everything.
“We got three people fired over this, so… Beware. Oh, and I'll have to help you with your first time with the guys."
“The guys?"
Kaiman was still lost. The place was huge, the details were weird… And he was about to deal with cum? His brain had a hard time catching up with all the details. His corset finally up, he went to his stockings and sat, carefully putting on the fabric.
“You've been in the kitchen, right?" asked Whale, back to his own fitting.
“Yes."
“And you saw the guys constantly playing cards in a corner?"
“Uh. I did, yes," nodded Kaiman.
“They're handling the refills but not the orders. What you do is give the order to the kitchen staff, wait by the refill team, and once it's ready, they'll… Well… Stuff you."
“Does it hurt?" asked Kaiman, putting on the heels. Someone, his feet weren't as sore as yesterday, and putting them felt… Natural.
“Hurt? Uh, depends on your dilation and partner. You've only taken your first dose. On your side," snapped Whale, making the sign Kaiman had to roll.
Which… he did, going on his side with his ass exposed and his asshole if not for the tail-less bunny suit biting his asshole. One Whale had no qualms in pulling away to plunge a finger into Kaiman.
A delicious finger that made Kaiman moan and exhale, then a second… A third… A fourth. By the fifth, he was a mess, trembling, and nearly came. Whale's fingers were poking in almost everything direction but not his prostate.
“Ah! You're a natural, Kaiman. It won't hurt at all!" laughed Whale, pulling his sticky fingers away and wiping them with a nearby towel.
“N- Not at all?" mumbled Kaiman through his heaves, catching his breath.
“If you only took three fingers, you'd have to stay with the little ones. But you almost took my fist, and there was room for more. Honestly, I'm jealous," groaned Whale as he turned to expose his bunny suit, its tail there. With two fingers, he started to peel off the back as well as the tail to reveal a swollen but quite tight asshole. “I can take Tusk without preparation, but the others are more difficult."
“Tusk… I think he was assigned to me since I'm new," answered Kaiman, feeling the need to touch that hole. Yet, he didn't and returned to his cuff and bunny ears, fitting them both.
“Tusk? To you? You could have the biggest on your first day!" laughed Whale as he released his grip, and the suit went back between his cheeks… And that hole suctioned the plug right back inside. “Tell me when you're done, I'll present them."
Walking down those corridors in that bunny suit and heels still felt strange to Kaiman. But he could also perceive his environment better. He could see the Waiters strolling around with their stuffed guts and not getting a break. Although, he was curious about one detail.
“Filling doesn't hurt at all? How does it feel?" he asked Whale, his voice low.
“No, it doesn't hurt since we've received the powder. But it's… Peculiar. Have you ever been a bit tipsy?"
“Drunk… Tipsy? It's not the same thing?"
Whale frowned and grimaced, scratching his mouth: “By tipsy, I mean drunk but happy drunk?"
“I was. Why?"
“Whenever you're filled, it's like that. You're not drunk, but you feel drunk. Lys, another waiter, told me we should be able to become drunk from the ass but are not. And we are way cleaner behind. It's strange how much that powder can do!"
Whale chuckled while Kaiman mumbled. It felt like some Mages had provided that powder to Horn. But it wasn't good for him to start investigating and bothering the guy who offered him such a golden opportunity.
Plus, it wouldn't hurt if he stayed around and made a quick buck while enjoying it, no?
Kaiman thought of this as he followed Whale to the small group playing cards. This time, they were merely chilling and watching their phones, but it was the same delinquent ambiance they had… Although, there were only three: Tusk, the Hippopotamus; the Elephant; and the Racoon. The others were missing?
“Hi, guys," said Whale, shaking his hand. “See who I bring?"
“Tssk? The new recruit I'll have to be gentle with?" said Tusk, snorting and turning toward Kaiman, eyeing him up and down.
“Heh! I don't need a babysitter," huffed Kaiman, crossing his arms.
“Heh. Sure, you're right," snorted the Hippopotamus back to his phone.
“Sure, he's right; he can go up to your level, Ivory," laughed Whale as he leaned on the table, passing a hand to rub the Hippopotamus' face. “Today, you'll be stuck with me."
“What?" shouted Tusk, turning and glancing at Kaiman, blinking.
“I… Am stretchy," he mumbled, less arrogant. Now he admitted that fact: he was a natural size-queen.
“Fuck me… That's good. Ivory, you're in?" asked the Hippopotamus, nodding to the Elephant, who nodded back. Then, the Hippotamus pointed at the stools near their table. “Take a seat. We'll get you ready."
“Uh… You said it was up to us to pass an order?" asked Kaiman as he took a stool and sat near Ivory, but not too close… Neither too close to Whale.
On the opposite side, Tusk was already shouting for two regular fillings, piña colada and sunny side.
“Usually. But Tusk and I go a long way together, is that right?"
“They're an item," explained a third voice. The raccoon at the table was way smaller than everyone else but shared that same energy.
“You are?" Kaiman asked, only to see Tusk's extended hand with a ring. But not at Whale's.
“Waiters can't wear rings, but we've been a couple for two years. Soon, our anniversary."
“Waiters must be seen as easy and accessible. Any trinket or collier has to be checked unless it's a request. 'Name is Rings," added the Raccoon, extending a tiny paw toward Kaiman, who shook it back.
Then, he turned to the Elephant, still on his phone.
“And your name is Ivory? Do you have something to tell, big guy?" said Kaiman, trying to open up the last group member to conversation. Yet… The Elephant didn't answer. He looked back, sure. Instead of saying words, he extended his neck and showed a large scar there before he returned to his phone.
The ambiance had certainly declined, but even then, Kaiman still spoke up: “People can't be cunt."
Words followed by three ayes as Kaiman returned to the Raccoon, or Rings, and Whale.
“So… It's okay to be in a couple with staff members? Is there some nonos?"
“Couples are fine as long as it doesn't stop us from working. Tusk is still filling others jugs, and I am doing some client events. We don't care," answered Whale.
“And… Any… Uh?"
Kaiman was about to ask about the other rules he might not know, but he saw a cook arrive with two plates of cut fruits and bottles of alcohol on them. Plates he set on the table, forcing everyone to move back and put their hands away while Tusk and Ivory scooted a bit further and… Pushed away their aprons.
The vision was strange as he saw those men who looked somehow normal from the outside. But once their aprons were pushed aside, Kaiman had a full measure of how monstrous they were. Their testicles were massive, like boulders, and even bigger. Walking with them seemed impossible or absurd, yet they sat at a table with those bean bags… And the sloshing sound emanating from them was… Loud. Extremely loud. So much Kaiman gulped while he saw their shafts.
In comparison, their dicks weren't so big. Tusk could even be comparable to Kaiman's length while Ivory was… Well. Closer to an arm but not so big. What was weird about them, though, was their width and their urethras.
Compared to his, their urethras were as wide as another hole and gaped. Enough that fitting a finger was a breeze.
“Oh, that's right. You don't know how a filling works," commented Whale, grabbing one white chunk of coconut he rolled in his fingers. Leaning as he was, Whale had no issue slipping and pushing the chunk right into Tusk's urethra while kissing him. A sort of strange scene Kaiman watched with wide eyes… Especially when, in comparison, Ivory was quick to empty the chunks of mango down the stretched hole without a fuss.
The scene was… Weird, exciting even…But Kaiman observed it all flushed until he received a quick jab in the elbow and saw Rings, having moved closer.
“I'll explain while the love birds are busy. When you order a cocktail, the staff prepares the fruits and the alcohol depending on the ordered filling. You'll take a regular filling, so it'll be more cum than cocktail and enough to stuff your guts. There are different types of fillings, all on the menu but Plates and Delicacies handle the custom orders."
While Rings spoke, Kaiman watched how the massive elephant cleaned the plate off all chunks… And grabbed the bottle of Rum on it. Impressed, disgusted, and excited, Kaiman watched the male pour the liquid into that gaping urethra. The liquid poured and poured until the bottle was empty. Then… The massive cursed Elephant started to massage his testicles.
“We take everything inside, mix it. And when it's ready, we stuff you with it," continued to explain Rings with a strange smile.
“It doesn't burn?" asked Kaiman, watching the slow massage Ivory made, lifting his nuts by holding the scrotum before releasing and letting them smack against the chair. That… That made Kaiman cringe.
“Nope… Nope at all! You could kick us there, punch, or sit on it, but we don't feel anything. Alcohol is easy."
No pain in the noggers? Fuck, that seemed almost extremely good. But… It still felt weird, and the sloshing sound was wrong to Kaiman's ears.
“Wait… How stretchy is it? And have you got some requests with food and meat?"
He turned at Rings, watched the Raccoon man cross his arms, then lift one open hand.
“Forbidden territory. We used to do that, but then we got some… Clients who desired more."
“More?" asked Kaiman, tilting his head.
“Way more. Horn stopped the whole thing and had to fight to ban those customers since they had some pull."
The sound of it made Kaiman shudder. If they could stick in more… Then… He grimaced at the thoughts some more, then shook his head.
“You'd better forget that talk and focus on your tasks. By the way, here's your tail," continued Raccoon as he grabbed a bag beneath the table to pull a dildo out of it… Something that was big like an arm, if not more. “You're taking Ivory; it should be the right size."
“… Thanks?" mumbled Kaiman, feeling overwhelmed as he received the heavy dildo. But then, he heard a ruffle and a huff, almost like a wheeze from behind him.
“It's your fill; get ready, Kaiman," the Raccoon said, chuckling and returning to his phone.
Fill… Kaiman shuddered but turned and saw Ivory. He saw that mastodon of a cock, with its flared tip, pointing right up like a fucking mace. And Ivory was there, offering a hand to Kaiman.
“Uh… I'll regret this," mumbled Kaiman, leaving the dildo on the table and grabbing the hand. The Elephant's sheer size made him sweat; the volume of precum dripping from it was astounding. But… Well, his ass burned and desired something constantly. It was like a curse, but worse.
Worse and worse, he was lifted by the Elephant's hands and placed his feet on the man's lap.
He heaved and felt those large hands grab onto his sides and hold him tight. Kaiman's hands? They moved on the Elephant's shoulders, all the while, his eyes focused on Ivory's face: calm, still, almost sad.
“H- Hey, you're taking it slow with me, are you?" chuckled Kaiman, lowered slowly until the Elephant's cock was nestled between his buns and… Rubbed with his suit. “Oh. Hold on."
With a swift hand, Kaiman slipped the fabric away, nestled it against the Elephant's firm cock while the descent continued and…
It started.
Kaiman took a long, sharp breath, feeling his hole naturally contract against the invader. But then exhaled, focused on widening his stance, relaxing his muscles… Letting his hole open. He worked against his instinct. However, it went well as the orifice opened up a little. Just enough for the sizeable urethra to press against the orifice, and a warm glob of precum slipped inside.
Warm… Yet, it had the effect of ice pressed against magma. It appeased the burn, the pain, the inferno that plagued Kaiman's guts. And in return, he relaxed some more, allowing the large man to keep going.
“Hhh… Fuck. I- I'm good. Get going," he mumbled, closing his eyes and focusing on his breath. In… Out… In… Out. In. In.
The tip was inside him, spreading him wider than anything before. He didn't have any experience before yesterday, and even then, they were fingers. Now, it was something not only wider, bigger… But fuller.
It was something to have your hole stretched by digits, tugged left and right in a tentative exploration. But it was something else to have his guts crushed by a baseball-bat-like dick. It was something to feel the pulse against his overly sensitive asshole. It was… better.
Way better as a smile formed on his face.
“F- Fuck. It's… it's good," moaned Kaiman, his ass feeling stretched further and way better by the second. The burning desire wasn't there anymore; it had mellowed. It had turned into… Pleasure. Pleasure as more inches were pushed into him. More. More… Always more.
His countenance broke. He felt something warm between his legs, like a liquid. And the little shocks. Did-
“Yes. He's a natural, I told you."
It was Whale's voice, distant. It broke through Kaiman's trance before the loving and long caresses returned to his sensitive spot. Ivory was crushing it, massaging so wholly. Did… Was he about to pass out? Kaiman couldn't tell; he couldn't see.
He could smell the rough musk coming from Ivory, the touches of exotic wood and salt. He could almost taste it. Almost taste that tongue slipping into his mouth into a brutal kiss. Kaiman's eyes rolled, blind to the situation as another orgasm wrecked him and more of his cum poured from his bulging suit. Yet, the Elephant wasn't entirely inside… And he hadn't cum. Not yet.
Ivory kept kissing Kaiman, his tongue exploring the rows of teeth and feeling the faint return from the impaled waiter. Then… The Elephant's calloused hands gently smacked Kaiman's face. One… Two… Three. The eyes rolled again, but they managed to focus. He snorted loudly then he gagged. Then, he coughed with his head away.
“How does it feel? Are you okay?" echoed Rings' voice, not far away, attracting Kaiman's gaze.
Right away, Kaiman passed a hand on his belly, feeling the sheer size inside… One he tapped.
“I'm stuffed!" he said, in a weird mix of pride and… Curiosity? He kept touching his stretched skin, but not pained.
“No. Not that. I meant the nuts. You've busted three already. Are you okay?"
Kaiman blinked at the remark. He still felt his belly hard. Then… he looked up. He watched a faint smile behind the Elephant's nose, then he looked down. What he felt wasn't any stuffing… Except if an Elephant's sausage counted. That dick was enormous, so big it almost hid away Kaiman's groin. And cum definitely dripped from it. He came? Many times?
“Fuck. I'm… Not even stuffed?"
“Not at all! But you were having a good time. You're still good for the stuffing?" asked Rings, a bit surprised.
Kaiman swallowed his saliva. He… Wasn't stuffed? He came from that dick? Fuck. Why was it feeling so good, though? Honestly… A part of him wished it would have hurt, so he might have kept a part of his pride. But he came, and it wasn't from fucking but being spread apart by a massive dick in his ass. And that was only the beginning?
Fuck. His pride was hurt. But… He needed it.
“Yeah. Get going. I… Have to get ready."
Stuffing felt… Odd. Not the oddest thing within the Horny Bunny. But it was as Kaiman felt the warmth coming from the tip of Ivory's cock. But also came the fuzzy sensation spreading from his belly to his chest. It was… Good fuzzy. A bit like drunk but not excessively drunk. The kind of drunk where you tended to smile and feel ready to tackle anything. The kind that made everything pleasant and less dull. Tipsy.
It didn't hurt.
With two hands on his belly, Kaiman experienced the strangeness from the bloating. His guts were getting rounder, and the enormous dick inside was harder and harder to feel. The shape disappeared while his guts were… Pressed from the inside? There were so many ways to interpret and see this. But for Kaiman, it was an invasive presence inside him that grew and grew. It was even difficult to breathe deeply. Short breaths were the way as he felt the Elephant's hand slowly pull him up yet still pumping. Cum replaced the departing dick… Yet, it didn't hurt or make Kaiman burn like when someone pulled their fingers away.
It- He was already stuffed with something; he didn't need anything else to replace it.
He was feeling good. Extremely good when the tip departed from his ass… And immediately, he felt the cold plastic rush inside to stay shut in.
“Clench, Kaiman! Damnit! You'll lose it all!" shouted Rings, snapping Kaiman out of his blissful moment. His smile disappeared, his eyes focused again. And he clenched teeth and ass altogether, ass and legs, until… Yup, the plug was all inside.
“Hhh… Fuck!" Kaiman mumbled, feeling sweat pour onto his forehead. He reached to swipe it before he faced who was in front of him: Ivory remained the same cold one. But the others? They were watching him with awe.
Or that was what he assumed when even Whale couldn't peel his eyes off Kaiman. Who looked at himself. His belly was so round, it nearly cracked the fabric of his suit. He-… He felt good, however, perfect. Fuzzy weird good!
“What? It's not that good?" asked Kaiman, feeling the hands lifting him again to put him on the ground… On his wobbly legs. Fuck, his muscles were so sore from cumming and clenching. And his belly didn't help with his balance at all. He had to lean on the table.
“Damn… We'll have a new Delicacy in no time," mumbled Rings, a smile appearing on his face. He even smacked Kaiman's belly with enough force that some of that good cum escaped the plugged hole.
“It's not like this usually? I've seen people with a big belly all the time," moaned Kaiman, readjusting the plug in his ass and clenching his thighs. Then he turned at Whale and watched the cursed Orca become rounder by the second, but not like Kaiman.
“It takes time… To be that full. You're not hurt? Or feeling weird?" asked Rings, patting that butt.
“Weird? Yeah, I feel weird," commented Kaiman, watching Rings face. Before he laughed at it. “No. No. Good weird. Like Whale said, it's… Fuzzy inside. And warm. And good. Fuck, it's like I'm drinking but without the problem! Tipsy!"
Rings' expression relaxed immediately, his eyes closing before he smacked Kaiman's guts.
“Moron. Next time, speak more clearly! And Ivory, fuck… You could wreck him!"
The concerned seemed frustrated, with a scowl completed by a rapid-fire of signs from his calloused hands directed at Rings.
“I don't get when you're doing it so fast. Or write it up…. Bah! It's not to me to babysit the newbie. Tusk, you're done?"
“A bit more. That bitch needs… A bit more stu-ffing! Hrmphhh! Here you go!" laughed the Hippopotamus, giving a final thrust within Whale's ass before he released the Waiter's arms and gave those thighs a firm smack.
“Thanks, hon," confirmed Whale with a smile as he nearly bounced off that lap and leaned on the table. Not that Whale needed it, but he shook that booty before the Hippotamus until the man grabbed Whale's plug and slipped it inside. And smacked it again. And leaned to kiss those cheeks.
“Come back soon," added Tusk.
“Two lovebirds. We're lucky the shift is slow today, or Horn would have turned your asses blue," groaned Rings as he returned to his seat and read through the notifications that were bombarding his phone.
“But he's not there, and it's slow. Come Kaiman, we'll leave the men together. I'll show you how to handle customers. You'll see, it's easy!"