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T.U.F.F has been a strong-standing organization for a long time now, saving the town and even the world from impending doom, ironically against the organization, D.O.O.M, run by the notorious Verminious Snaptrap. Chief Herbert Dumbrowski was the head of the organization. Though he's a small flea, a bit smaller than a penny, he runs T.U.F.F with an iron fist.

Today, on his day off, Chief found himself locked away in his office, remembering many of the previous missions on which he had sent Kitty Katswell and his newest agent, Dudley Puppy. Shifting through paperwork and files, Chief comes across a photo of Kitty, wearing her traditional gear, a black, leather bodysuit and white boots and cloves, with her matching white headband to secure her 50's style bob. Her soft, tan tail curls elegantly behind her as she smiles, her sultry green eyes staring back at the Chief.

The Chief eyeballs the photo, tracing her luscious, feminine curves, from her breasts to her hips, then even her calves. Feeling a burning sensation in his groin, he looks cautiously around his office for any prying eyes, seeing the coast is clear. Putting Kitty's file away, Chief brings out a second file, labeled "Top Secret". Opening it slowly, a plethora of photos is revealed, all of them of Kitty.

A few of the photos were of Kitty in her underwear, fastening bras from behind, or even slipping on long pairs of socks. A bit deeper into the pile of photos is a few photos of Kitty's silhouette against a shower curtain, or even the shadow of her bare frame holding clothing cast against the curtain of her bedroom. The more he skimmed through the photos, the faster his heart begins beating. He feels his groin burning even harder, and just below that, his thick, throbbing member pulsates rapidly, growing in size. As he flips to the last bit of photos, he can see Kitty in her full, bare glory, pleasing herself when she believes nobody is looking.

"Oh, Kitty... if only I were large enough where it counts..." Chief mumbles to himself, moaning softly as he reaches down his slacks, grabbing ahold of his shaft and beginning to stroke himself, "I'm just a flea, but... if you would shrink yourself down for just a day... I could show you true romance."

Chief slips off his pants and kicks them onto the office desk, on which his own smaller chair and desk are placed. He leans back in his chair and gazes deeply at the photo of Kitty pleasing herself. Her pink, smooth pussy looks soft to the touch, and the small glare where her juices caused a bit of shine only made the Chief want her even more. He imagined her silky juices seeping into her fur and how warm his cock might feel inside her. Hearing Kitty's purrs in his mind, he moans, stroking faster and feeling his balls tighten while his shaft throbs in his palm.

Before long, Chief could hear Kitty in his mind as he fantasized, "Oh, Chief... you make my pussy so wet... I... I can't bear to get wet... maybe you can take care of it for me?" He begins stroking himself harder and faster. "Oh, God, yes... you know I would, Kitty!"

"Herbert... I've used the shrink ray so that I can finally feel your hard cock inside me..." he imagines her purring. "Yes... fuck... yes, Kitty!"

"Chief... I'm going to cum! Please... fill me with your hot cum! Stuff me until I can't move, Sir!" Chief can hear Kitty's moans in his mind as he pictures him romancing her, owning her body and claiming her tightness as his own, "Yes... yes! I'm gonna... oh, Kitty!"

"Chief! Help! The world is getting so huge! We're all going to be in trouble!" Dudley shouts, bursting into the Chief's office and hopping up toward the Chief.

"D-Dudley?!" the Chief screams, "What on...a-aagh!" The Chief can't help himself. The sudden shock of Dudley catching him masturbate to Kitty's private photos is enough to force the orgasm through his body, forcing him to cum all over the surface of the larger desk, serving as a floor. "W-what is it!?"

"Woah, Chief! What did you just do?!" Dudley exclaims, examining the milky substance on the floor. Before Dudley can see, the Chief tucks away his relieved cock, watching the mix-breed dog study his seed.

"I...uh..." He's too simple and can't even keep secrets... I'll just lie. "I was distracted with work and...uh... you frightened me with your sudden outburst that I spilled my milk all over the floor! So now, I have to eat my donuts without any milk! Thanks a lot, Dudley!" the Chief pretends to scold.

"Milk?" Dudley squealed happily, "I _love_milk!" With much more excitement than necessary, Dudley falls to his knees and slowly inches his nose toward the liquid.

"Ah... D-Dudley! I think Agent Keswick said he was making some chocolate...er...peanut butter...pizza...doodles?" Chief lies, hoping to distract the rather unintelligent canine.

"Cool!" Dudley replies, "Lemme just clean up your milk here, Chief!" Before he can be stopped, Dudley plants his tongue on the floor, lapping away at the Chief's hot, sticky seed, swallowing a mouthful. "Oh... oh boy... milk's a little spoiled, but it's still not bad!"

The Chief sits back in astonishment, watching Dudley lick up his cum from the floor, happily, being none the wiser.

Snaptrap watches Dudley enjoy Chief Dumbrowski's cum, becoming a bit distracted.

"Jeeze... I was gonna try and see into that file of Kitty, but Dudley's devotion to the Chief of T.U.F.F is making me think." Snaptrap sighs, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms, "You'd have to be a pretty close-knit team to do that kind of thing with each other. Huh... my crew isn't that close."

Snaptrap looks over to his left, seeing his three henchmen slouched over various pieces of furniture. The brainiac of the group, Larry, a rather smart shrew, sits in an old, torn armchair with a yo-yo to his right, sliding up and down.

Francisco, a rather rogue-looking alligator lays on the floor, his tongue out to the side as he sleeps, snoring lightly near Ollie's feet. Ollie, the British opossum, slouches on a wooden chair, looking bored as he slings a paddleball back and forth, lost in his own mind, and uninterested in the world.

"That's it!" Snaptrap announces, "Everyone is to get into the conference room after lunch! We've got some things that need to change around here!"

"Like what, Boss?" Ollie sighs, "Are we ordering pizza? I like pizza."

"No... but that is a good idea," Snaptrap thinks aloud, "Everyone is to attend the conference room after pizza!"

"Can we get anchovies?" Francisco asks, waking up from his nap.

"Okay, sure... anything else?" Snaptrap sighs, looking to the shrew and rolling his eyes, "La-a-a-a-arry?"

"I like peppers... and maybe extra cheese!"

"Fine..." Snaptrap mumbles in annoyance. "I'll order the pizza... you all get in the conference room!"

Larry sits down at the long, dark conference table along with his two fellow D.O.O.M colleagues. He looks at them a bit quizzically, since the expression on both Ollie's and Francisco's faces are rather dull.

"Come on, guys! Cheer up! It's not just a business meeting, there's pizza!" Larry cheers.

"Yeah, but y'know how the boss is," Ollie scoffs, "First it's pizza, then a lame plan that never works, then some lame excuse as to why it's our fault."

Francisco sighs, "Now you see why I mostly come for the food?"

As the three quibble to themselves, the room suddenly goes black. The three gasp as a large monitor is lowered from the ceiling with Snaptrap's mug glowing brightly on the screen.

"Good! You all made it. And I heard that, Francisco!"

"Sorry, Boss," the alligator shrugs.

"Well... I forgive you," Snaptrap says. "So... I'm sorry to say that today, there will be no pizza."

The three moan in unison, scoffing and turning to leave the room. As they do, solid, iron doors rise up and block the doorways.

"I knew you'd leave... anyway, before I was rudely interrupted by my loyal henchmen," Snaptrap scoffs, "I was saying that instead of coming up with an evil plot to overthrow T.U.F.F and all their technology and power, we'll be working on... ourselves!"

"No-o-o-o-o!" Ollie shouts, wailing and dropping to his knees in despair, "You can't do that! I have a wife and kids at home and..."

"Ollie! You're not being fired!" Snaptrap scowls, the monitor moving closer to Ollie, "Besides... you don't have a wife or children."

"Sorry, Boss... thought it was bad news. I jumped the gun too quickly," Ollie says, holding his long, leathery tail.

"We'll work on that, Ollie. But for now," Snaptrap grins, pulling his monitor back into a further-away position, "We'll be working on our, uh... you know, our... being-together-ness. Our... team-mate-ship."

"Our work relationship?" Larry inquires.

"I guess, Larry!" Snaptrap scoffs in an annoyed sigh. "We need to become as close to each other as the T.U.F.F agents are!"

"How would that help us take them over, Boss?" Francisco asks, raising his scaly hand.

"Of that, I'm not entirely sure, but in the long run, it could help us get along better and work well together. It could even shorten our likelihood of screwing up all our plots and plans!" Snaptrap looks over to Larry, "Not to mention any names of any certain screw ups."

"So wha'do we do then?" Ollie asks, shrugging.

"I saw Dudley and his Chief doing something pretty close, so I think we'll start with that," Snaptrap says, the monitor turning off and receding into the ceiling. Soon, the lights come back on and Snaptrap is sitting at the head of the table, moving awkwardly.

"Now, this may come as a shock," Snaptrap says, his voice slowly turning a bit winded and husky, "But... this is for our own good. We gotta do it, so don't freak out, okay?"

"Boss? What do you..." Francisco says, standing a bit to try and see what's going on.

"What do you mean?" Ollie says, doing the same.

Larry blushes deeply as he looks over to Snaptrap's lap, seeing that his cock is fully exposed, and in fact, he's wearing no pants at all, spreading his legs under the table.

"G-Gosh, Boss..." Larry whispers.

"What's he doing?" Ollie asks.

"Sit down, morons!" Snaptrap says, standing up and stroking his cock in front of his crew.

"Boss, what're you doing?!" Francisco panics, his growl sounding less sinister and more shocked and a bit afraid.

"I'm preparing myself for our bonding experience, what do you think?" Snaptrap scoffs, still stroking his member as it pulsates in his hand.

All of the D.O.O.M members can't help but watch, admiring the way Snaptrap handles himself smoothly, stroking his hand slowly up his cock and back down with such ease, thanks to his copious amount of precum oozing from his tip, allowing him to lessen the friction. Watching, the other men notice that their own urge to join in becomes overwhelming. The first to attend the slowly-forming circle-jerk is Francisco.

The alligator's cock is rather large and bulbous, and still slowly growing. As Francisco is just another brute from Chicago, his meaty, muscular body is also equipped with a rather impressive and sizable cock. His phallic muscle grows quite quickly, and already he can't resist the pleasurable sensations that is touching himself. As he wraps his meaty claws around his cock, his palm cushions the experience as he joins Snaptrap in masturbating before the group.

Ollie and Larry both exchange looks of horror and confusion, but upon looking to Snaptrap, whose facial expressions toward him read disappointment, annoyance, and disgrace, Larry figures it's a good idea to follow in the leader's footsteps. He blushes badly, reaching towards his pantsless groin, groping his sheath and grabbing ahold of his shaft. He feels awkward as he squeezes his eyes shut, slowly stroking at his member, feeling it harden slowly as presses on, not wanting to disappoint Snaptrap.

Ollie is the odd one out. He looks to everyone in embarrassment, but it soon subsides. Everyone's playing with themselves! They're just wanking in front of each other! Ollie feels a bead of sweat drip down his temple as he watches his colleagues stroke their cocks faster, breathing harder and moaning a little.

"Come on... Ollie," Francisco moans, "It's... not that weird."

"Do it or you're fired, Ollie!" Snaptrap scolds, a bit of his precum landing on the floor.

Ollie watches Snaptrap's cum splash to the floor. He closes his eyes to escape the pressure, but the moaning and hard breathing pierced his senses. Soon, his hand seems to develop a mind of its own, slowly creeping toward his groin, which tingles and aches for attention. Soon, as if nearly instantly, he finds himself with his hand in his trousers, gripped firmly around his pulsating rod, stroking smoothly and allowing the many waves of pleasure to course through his body.

He strokes a bit faster, feeling his heartbeat begin racing in his chest; the feeling of his pulse radiates to his throat, and soon his mind is quiet, focusing on nothing but the bliss in his member.

He's suddenly snapped out of his feeling of ecstasy when Snaptrap moans, "Hold on now, before anyone finishes, we oughtta pair up."

Larry blushes, "Pair up, Boss? What do..."

"Shut up, Larry!" Snaptrap says, emphasizing Larry's name with a bit of mockery and sarcasm, "Everyone grab a partner, and we can really get bonding!" Immediately after his order, Ollie and Francisco pair up together, waiting for further instruction. "Oh, great," Snaptrap sighs, "I get Larry."

"So what now, Boss?" Francisco asks, "We're hard and bothered now, so what're we supposed to do?"

"It's easy, boys," Snaptrap says, "If you start stroking your teammate, you'll bond a lot better. Go ahead."

"Ah... B-Boss?" Ollie stammers, "Isn't that just..."

"Do it, or you're fired!"

Ollie gulps and looks to Francisco, then down to his cock. The alligator's member is rather thick, oozing with precum. He can see it twitching lightly, begging to be touched. If I get fired, I'll have nothin'... I better do as the boss says.

Ollie wraps his fingers around Francisco's cock, listening to him hiss through his teeth. He's quite sensitive, and the lubrication from his precum makes it a bit easier to begin stroking. Ollie strokes from the gator's tip to his base, feeling his large, leathery balls. Something inside him takes over his sanity, making him feel a bit dazed, mesmerized, even. Before he knows it, Ollie is on his knees, using both hands on the gator's girth, actually putting effort into stroking the large reptile's shaft.

Francisco watches in shock as Ollie attempts to please him. Moaning softly as his cock is worked over, Francisco feels his stomach flutter and his groin pulsating with pleasure. All he can do is close his eyes, breathing harder as Ollie strokes harder and faster.

Snaptrap looks at Larry in annoyance, "Okay, Larry," The rat said, rolling his eyes in a ridiculously cartoony fashion, "I'm stuck with you... so we're doing this my way."

"Okay, Boss! What should I do?" Larry asks, his nerdy, nasal-toned voice like a cancer to Snaptrap's ears.

"Anything to silence your yammering, for one!" Snaptrap sighs, "Here, I have it. Open your mouth, Larry!"

Larry does as he's told, and before he can realize what's going on, he finds his mouth stuffed full of Snaptrap's cock. He immediately tastes the saltiness of the cum left behind from earlier, and already his jaw begins to hurt. Snaptrap's girth is impressive, but not impossible for Larry to take in; he puts two and two together - he begins sucking on Snaptrap's cock, swirling his tongue around his boss' shaft, making sure to work the tip.

"Wow, Larry," Snaptrap moans, "I thought you were pretty useless. Just because you married my sister, I had to let you join D.O.O.M... mmgh... but... now I see you have a pretty good use."

Larry smiles over Snaptrap's cock, finally feeling as though he did something right. Out of glee, Larry puts a bit more effort into the blowjob, using his left hand to stroke Snaptrap as he sucks, bobbing his head faster.

Ollie feels his own erection stiffening and throbbing with a bit of pain. To soothe his urge, while stroking off Francisco, he returns his hand to his own cock and strokes. He feels a sense of a high as he not only has a cock in his mouth, but also feeling the effects of pleasure wave throughout his body. He moans over the gator's cock, swallowing any precum that coats his tongue.

Francisco looks to Ollie and sees him stroking his own cock as well, only making him more aroused. Francisco begins thrusting slowly, moving Ollie's hand out of the way and grabbing ahold of his cock. They stroke each other firmly, thrusting a little and moaning in unison, panting and fondling each other's thick girths.

"I'm gonna cum... Ollie!" Francisco warns.

"Mmgh! I... I feel... it!" Ollie moans, gritting his teeth. He, too, is ready to cum. He feels his orgasm creep ever nearer as his tip oozes a bit of precum.

"I'm cumming... I'm c-cumming!" Francisco moans, breathing harder, "I'm c-c-aagh!" he groans, releasing his seed in Ollie's hand. His cock trembles and twitches as Ollie's thumb can be felt swirling around his tip, coating the gator's cock in cum.

He really came! Ollie moans, bringing his thumb to his mouth and tasting the gator's seed. And... it doesn't taste bad... I'm so hot... I'm going... to cum! Ollie squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing Francisco's cum as he releases his own. He cums hard onto Francisco's belly and it drips to his feet; he can't help but smile. He pants and catches his breath, smiling at Ollie as they both slowly let go of each other's members, remaining connected by a thick string of cum that eventually snaps between them.

Snaptrap holds Larry's head with both hands, rapidly thrusting into the shrew's mouth, listening to the erotic, and strangely passionate moans coming from the small henchman. With loud groans of ecstasy and pent-up frustration, Snaptrap holds Larry's head in place, and soon comes to a stop, simply holding Larry still, his cock deeply planted in his throat.

Larry gags a bit, tightening and loosening his throat muscles around his boss' cock, hoping to satisfy him. As he feels copious amounts of precum dripping down his throat, Larry can't help but stroke himself, rapidly. He moans and groans in a bit of struggle and pleasure over Snaptrap's cock, but not once did he try to pull away.

"L-Larry... you're really... trying to please me, aren't you?!" he moans, his heart slamming in his chest from the all the intense arousal. Finally, he continues, thrusting as hard as he can into Larry's throat, feeling Larry suck hard and firm, causing him to slow down and prolong the experience.

_If I do this just right, the boss will bond with me! That's why we're doing this, to bond and become closer friends in the workplace! Gotta give it my all! But I'm so hard... I really want to cum already!_Larry moans over his boss' cock again, stroking himself faster as he bobs his head even faster, sucking harder and listening to Snaptrap's moans of pleasure.

"A-a-agh!" Snaptrap groans, "L-Larry... I'm gonna cum if you... d-don't slow... down!"

Larry strokes his cock faster, thrusting into his own hand and breathing harder. Something burns inside him, releasing a harsh fit of passion and lust. He takes Snaptrap's cock into his throat, deep-throating consistently as he feels his own ball sack tighten and his belly flutter with orgasm. Finally, he loudly moans, nearly screaming over Snaptrap's cock, cumming hard onto the floor.

"L-Larry!" Snaptrap shrieks, his seed shooting deeply into Larry's throat, causing him to gurgle a bit as he swallows. "Larry... agh, God, Larry!"

Larry's cock throbs as it begins to shrink, and soon, the throbbing returns to its normal place, his chest, where his heart beats rather quickly, accompanied by panting from exhaustion.

"Holy shit, Larry," Snaptrap says in a bit of surprise, panting, "I guess you really are fit to work here. But... that doesn't mean I like you!"

"Sure... sure thing... Boss." Larry pants.

The gang stays silent, panting and looking nervously around the room. The cum splatters on the floor and the way everyone is panting and sweating really brings the reality into a new light. The gang had pretty much fucked each other, all according to Snaptrap's plan to come closer as a group. They would all be lying if they thought it didn't work, because it did.

Snaptrap wipes the sweat from his brow and stands, sighing in content, "So... how about I order that pizza?"