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FANGA

Commissioned by Jayce

Written by Danath

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Jayce leaned over his desk, eyes half-closed, watching the numbers tumbling down the screen in endless waves. His right index finger idly plucked at the keyboard, sometimes with the claw extended, other times retracted. He paged through and through the spreadsheet, scanning for mistakes flagged in red, one of an endless number of documents he'd be going through before his day ended in another five hours.

The lion sat in a small cubicle made of gray dividing walls. A few pictures hung on the walls, but being fairly new to the company, Jayce hadn't spent a lot of time personalizing his area yet, so it remained mostly bare walls, a small cabinet above his monitor, and a white desk stained with coffee from the previous resident. The lion's career plans hadn't quite gone to plan, and it turned out the backup degree he'd earned in college now provided his primary source of income.

Unlike the cubicle, Jayce was quite a sight. Tall and muscular with a large, light brown mane that trailed into shoulder-length hair over the back of his neck, he struck an imposing sight in his button-up shirt, black tie, and dark navy suit coat, part of his company's strict dress code. The clothes were far removed from what Jayce wore nearly all the rest of the time: workout shorts and tank tops, or more often, no top at all, the better to show off the lion's fine-tuned pecs, deep cut abs, hard groin, and ridged backside. The dress shirt and jacket covered up some of his bulk, though it couldn't hide everything, not least of which was the prominent bulge in the crotch of his pants, an omnipresent reminder of his maleness.

The sleepy-eyed lion kept tapping through the document, propping his chin up on the pad of his palm as he occasionally stopped to correct mistakes or shift a few numbers around. Occasionally his eyes darted to the corner of the screen to check the clock, because lunch time was the best part of his day.

That was because lunch meant almost an hour of time to work out in the on-site gym, one of the few perks provided to the employees of the accounting firm. Jayce took advantage every day despite finding the equipment sub-par compared to the gym he visited after work - or even his own personal equipment he had at home, which he used before breakfast every day.

Taking a break from manually scrolling through the document, the lion leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms out over his head. The dark brown tuft of hair on the end of the golden tail flicked side to side as his eyes drifted towards the clock in the corner of his screen again. Sometimes he moved his coffee mug to hide it, but today he hadn't bothered. Only another ten minutes and he could go work up a quick sweat before finishing the day out. He always felt better after a workout and it made the afternoon move more quickly when he could feel his muscles recovering.

Leaning back further, he glanced down the aisle of cubicles towards his boss's office, which featured clear glass windows for a view inside. There was nobody at the desk and Jayce grinned as he leaned forward and stood up, ducking out to lunch a few minutes early to change in the employee locker room.

He was alone in the gym only for a few minutes before various co-workers appeared. The lion took a few muzzlefuls of the first of three protein shakes he'd drink before the end of his workout, then leaned back into the leg press machine. There were no free weights aside from a few handheld barbells, but the old pulley-and-chain equipment would do when he maxed out the weight. Jayce felt eyes on him as the other gym-goers found seats on exercise bikes or jogged on treadmills. Nobody came close to Jayce's size or bulk, so it was natural for the lion to draw some attention. His massive biceps and triceps rhythmically squeezed as he pushed his legs out, forcing his hamstrings to press out against the taut fabric of his gym shorts. When his legs fully extended, his shorts stretched even more tightly, fully outlining the thick bulge of his sheath and orbs, before his legs pulled back, hiding the lewd display in the ripples of cloth once more.

The lion grunted as he did six sets total, taking a slightly longer break between the third and fourth to drink more of his protein shake. He did long sets of maxed-out weights on the rest of the machines before finishing up with some cardio. Unfortunately, the old treadmills wouldn't take his weight, so the lion went old school and found an old jump rope in the storage closet in the corner of the small gym area. It was originally meant for two people, but Jayce was big enough that it worked for him as a single rope.

If the tall, muscular lion hadn't drawn attention for his size before, the view of his beefy pecs and fat package lurching up and down as he hopped in place over the rope certainly did. His hard, round rump flexed along with his large legs as he easily cleared the rope, setting a quick, rapid-fire pace before slowing down to a more leisurely jump, only to speed back up again after a short interval. His large pecs and nips rubbed outwards against his sleeveless tank top as he focused on the wall in front of him, watching his breathing and forcing himself to keep going even when his legs protested.

Jayce grunted as he finished up, stowing the equipment and resetting the weights. He finished by wiping down the seats on the various benches he'd used, then slung his towel over his shoulder and gathered his drink bottles. He stuck the third in his muzzle and tipped his head back, chugging it down as he walked with his full hands back into the locker room. He left his co-workers stewing in the scent of their own arousal as he showered, used the blow-dryers, and dressed, all with fifteen minutes to spare.

The lion strolled back to the elevator, duffel slung over his shoulder, and got out at the lobby. There was a small convenience store around the corner and he felt like getting a tea for later that afternoon. Jayce was waiting in line to pay when the door to the small shop opened, admitting a slim-shouldered black panther in a gray delivery uniform. The panther's hips swung side to side with each step, immediately drawing Jayce's attention. He watched as the delivery cat sauntered up to the counter, dropped a medium white box on the counter, and held out a small pad for the fox behind the register to sign. The whole while, Jayce's eyes locked onto the big cat's round, plushy bottom.

The panther's uniform consisted of a dark gray top with the initials of the delivery service stitched on in black over the right breast. A pair of shorts hugged the feline's backside, perfectly outlining his sculpted rear end. Beneath the thick black tail sprouting from the base of his spine, the panther's wide hips allowed his rump to flourish, about twice as wide as his slender belly and narrow chest. Firm and thick thighs stretched down, on full display past the revealingly short uniform. The cat's entire body was covered in a rich velvet bed of soft, glistening fur, such a deep obsidian that the light shone off his glinting arms and legs.

As the panther turned around, his eyes swept up the lion's body from his feet up. The small feline's teeth came out in a smirking smile as he strutted away from the counter. Passing close enough to the large, muscular feline that Jayce could feel the panther's warmth, the delivery cat swept his tail up and teasingly flicked the tip across the lion's nose.

Jayce turned, eyes staring as the big-rumped panther neatly opened the door and strolled outside, confident hips swaying tauntingly as he went, with the air of someone who knows they're being ogled, but doesn't feel any particular need to confirm it. The lion felt a twitch in his pants as his nostrils flared, taking in the spicy aroma the smaller feline produced. He grinned as he turned back towards the counter once the panther was out of view and fished his wallet out of his pocket to pay the waiting cashier.

Through the rest of the workday, Jayce's mind kept flashing back to the feline. The deep, soft black fur... wide and bright blue eyes... slender chest and dramatic hips... By the time he left work, he had a full chub going in his pants, and had to hold his duffel over his front to avoid causing a scene amongst the receptionists on his way out. Things didn't get much better during his post-work time at the gym, where images of the panther's rump danced in front of his eyes whenever he closed them during a squat. He shivered as he felt a wet spot growing in his gym shorts and hastily decided to call it a day.

The cold shower at the gym helped a little, but once he got home, the strangely intense yearnings and imaginative daydreams about the black panther continued until he was stiff as a board and stretching his underwear out fully. When he got like that, it was easier to go without pants.

Hoping that television would help him take his mind off the teasing morsel of a feline, the muscular lion reclined on his couch in his apartment and flipped on the television. His fat maleness gently throbbed against his powerful abs, a good ten inches long and thick to boot, accompanied by a set of nuts as big as a pair of baseballs. The powerful big cat changed the channels several times looking for something distracting enough, but there wasn't anything on, and soon he found himself idly stroking his hard shaft while fantasizing about the feline.

Three entire episodes of his favorite show played without him seeing a single frame as his glassy eyes stared forward. His paw lightly gripped his fully aroused shaft, teasing his pads up and down along the impressive maleness. His breath came in short, quick pants as he envisioned the black panther on his back, rolling over, plump and juicy rump squishing flat as he growled and leaned over, hips ready to...

"Oh, that's cute. He thinks he's the top."

The shock of hearing a strange, unfamiliar voice spooked Jayce right off the couch. His pelt bushed out as he leapt off the cushions and stumbled to his feet, knocking into the coffee table as he went. He didn't feel the pain of hitting his leg on the wood, though, because he was transfixed by what he saw leaning casually over the backside of his couch: the black panther.

The panther leaned forward, both paws supporting his head as his elbows dug into the back cushion. His long and thick tail weaved in the air behind him above the heart-shaped swells of his bare backside. Jayce's eyes widened when he realized the feline was nude, and licked his lips automatically when he saw the panther's pert little nipples sticking out of the smooth and dense coat of glossy black fur sweeping across his smooth chest.

"I'm Cary," the panther said, his voice a playful purr. The feline twisted his hips and swung a leg up, then the other, before rotating to slide on down the couch, assuming the seat so recently held by the lion. The panther's malenes squeezed into his slender belly, the fat sheath clinging to his lower belly, as thick around as both of the femboy's wrists put together. An appropriately impressive black-furred coin purse hung below, taut and full orbs jostling with the movement of their owner's body. The panther's arms stretched across the back of the cushions as Jayce tried to process what was going on.

"Wait... you're from the convenience store," he said. "How'd you get in here? How'd you know where I live?"

The feline stretched out his claws on either paw and sank them into the microfiber couch, then slowly retracted them, giving his slim arms a good stretch as he did.

"Oh, you know... the usual way... I followed you."

Jayce wasn't sure how to respond. After all, he'd spent the better part of the day fantasizing about almost this exact situation.

"Am I hallucinating?" he asked, not daring to move from where he stood in front of the couch, cock still throbbing in air above his thighs.

"Nope. I just let you go on for a while because it was fun to watch," the panther purred. He shifted a leg, crossing it over his other wide thigh and forcing his impressive maleness to squeeze up higher on his tight little belly.

"So... why are you here?" the lion asked. "Why'd you follow me?"

The panther uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, squishing the fat tube of his sheath into his own belly and chest, showing off just how plump and large the panther was despite his twinky appearance, then stood up and took a step forward, so that he was right in front of the lion.

"To offer you a job, of course!" Cary said, flashing his sharp teeth in a wide smile. The panther's fingers reached out and teased his extended claws through the lion's chest fur, tracing the contours of his powerful pecs.

"A... a job?" Jayce gasped, trying not to shiver as those sharp points scraped oh-so-delicately through his pelt down to the skin. The lion's cock lifted upwards, hardening and thickening back to full arousal. His nostrils flared as the panther's scent filled them with a spicy, deep, and tantalizing aroma, promising him all sorts of pleasure...

"That's right," Cary purred, leaning forward and tipping his head down. His lips parted around one of the lion's nipples, bathing the sensitive skin with his rough tongue, causing him to continue in a mumble. "You seem bored with accounting."

Jayce shivered from head to toe as the small panther's sharp teeth pricked his nip. His cock pulsed, releasing a trickle of pre-cum that dripped onto the floor between his feet.

"I don't... I don't do porn," he said, still not trying to push the panther's sharp muzzle away. "Or stripping."

"How about bartending? I need waitstaff for a new club, and trust me, you'll make much more money working there."

The panther's hot breath caressed Jayce's chest as he switched over to the other nipple, enjoying how easy it was to get the muscular lion to flex and seize up at his touch.

"A club?" Jayce asked, both paws opening and closing at his sides as the small feline continued his in-depth exploration of his pecs. "I don't want to be a bouncer again."

"Not a bouncer, a server. Take drink orders, wear a skimpy uniform - you know the drill, don't you, Jayce?"

The panther's claws shifted lower as he spoke until they traced through the lion's deep belly fur, which was still drawn tight enough across the impressive six-pack to show off the deep and hard-earned ridges of muscle. Cary smiled as he clamped around the lion's nip while teasing his fingers slightly lower over the big cat's hard stomach, approaching closer to the rock-hard maleness jutting from between the lion's thighs.

"Nnngggh... I don't... I don't know..."

Jayce's head swam. He didn't like his job, that was true, and serving drinks sure beat spreadsheets, as long as the pay was good. The lion closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus. He was thinking about the wrong stuff. He should be thinking about how a delivery cat could be a club owner. Or how the panther found his place at all, or how he got in. Jayce was sure he locked the door. And just what sort of club was it, anyways?

The last question came out first, and the black panther purred as spread his palms flat against the lion's thighs, squeezing his thumbs down to either side of the big male's hardness.

"Oh, you know - music that's too loud, drinks that are too expensive, ultra-hip DJs nobody has heard of..."

"That... oooh... sounds... ahhhh... nice..."

Jayce tried to think properly, but all his brain would allow him to process were the sensations of touch and smell: the feel of the panther's fingers caressing his soft golden fur, teasing his inner thighs to provoke a stronger reaction in his erection, and the spicy scent of the black panther flooding his nostrils and curling into his brain.

"Oh, trust me, you'll love it," Cary said, his voice muffled once more as he pressed the flat end of his muzzle and nose into the lion's belly button, carefully positioning himself so that he didn't touch the lion's throbbing erection at all. "So what do you say? More money, more fun, and four day weeks, though there's always going to be shifts available."

"Nnggghhh... I have... I have to think about it," Jayce finally gasped. His cock twitched, so close to the edge that it hurt. The lion's muscles trembled, twitching uncontrollably as the feline's claws teased deeper into his pelt, accompanied by the warmth and pressure of that muzzle dropping lower, closer... almost...

A black paw rose into the air in front of Jayce's nose holding a glossy, all black business card with bright yellow lettering cut in. The bright yellow spelled out a large word - FANGA - in all caps, with a street address below and nothing more.

"You think about it tonight," the panther purred, dipping his muzzle until his warm breath washed across the smooth skin of the lion's achingly hard member. "Think about it long and hard."

Jayce took a breath, meaning to reply, but his eyes clamped shut as he felt a warm pair of lips press around the tip of his maleness. His hips locked up as an extraordinary thrill spiked up his backside. He tipped his head back as the lips pulled away, and a moment later he came. He came hard, firing one load after another, not knowing or caring where they went or landed. The lion's knees trembled as his fat shaft pulsed, lurching upwards, erupting again and again with ropes of cum until his balls compacted in tight, grinding on empty. Jayce fell to his knees, splattering his legs in his own seed as his cock kept pulsing, thwapping against his belly, sending shockwaves of pleasure into every cell.

He woke up sticky, covered in his own cum. Most of his couch was matted down and thick pools on both sides of the furniture needed urgent cleaning, as he discovered when he rolled over into one.

Jayce's mind flashed back to last night. The panther was here, in his place, and... offered him a job? He shook his head. It was too weird, right? He must be confused. But then the lion remembered how he felt... those lips, a single kiss, setting off the biggest, longest, strongest orgasm he'd ever had, so intense it shook him down to his core. To feel that lustful, carnal high again, Jayce thought, he'd be willing to serve drinks. He'd be willing to do a whole lot more.

And if the panther wasn't lying - he wouldn't be a bouncer and he'd make better money than he did now - what harm could there be? The feline was strange, that was true, and possibly a little crazy, but Jayce knew he wasn't going to be able to resist.

The clock read that it was after three in the afternoon by the time he finished cleaning himself and his floors. He did the best he could with his furniture, but the microfiber reeked of his own cum. After a shower to freshen up, the lion felt much better about working at a club, and chalked up his misgivings to misunderstandings. Surely the panther must have come in through an unlocked door after he didn't hear a knock, right? And probably asked around the office until someone who knew him gave him the address of his place - there weren't any other lions his size that frequented the convenience store, he was sure. The panther just liked to play at being tricky, that was all, he decided. Nothing more.

He could handle tricky in exchange for another orgasm like last night's. Just thinking about it made his maleness stretch out inside his blue jeans as he headed for the address on the card. It wasn't far from his place, it turned out, so he walked over, trying to will his naturally thick shaft back down into submission despite the haunting effects of the previous night replaying over and over through his mind.

He wasn't sure he was in the right place. There was a sign, but it was small and discreet. He almost missed the casual calligraphy spelling out "FANGA" in black and white next to a larger, more garish sign for the shop next door. The door didn't open when he tried the handle, but when he knocked, it swung open effortlessly.

The interior wasn't yet finished, but it was close. Cellophane wrapped stools and booth seats rested next to the upturned table tops. Half the shelves behind the long bar running down the far wall of the club were empty. The floor was finished, though the sub-floor lights were off, leaving the whole club cast in shadows, lit only by the street lamps shining through the partially-blackened windows. Besides the various hardware lying around, Jayce was alone.

Then the lion noticed a curtain rustling at the far end of the bar. He took a few steps closer. His heart thudded in his chest and he wasn't sure why as he took another step, then another through the darkness of the closed club. He stopped dead when a slim black paw extended through the curtains, claws glinting in the dimness. One finger curled around, beckoning him through, before the paw withdrew to the other side.

By now Jayce was past second thoughts and on to third or fourth thoughts. His sneakers trembled as he stepped forward slowly, anticipating... what? He knew the panther was there - he just saw the small male's paw. What was causing him such trepidation?

The lion exhaled slowly and straightened up, pushing back his shoulders as he pushed the curtain aside and stepped through into the dark hallway on the other side. As the curtain fell into place behind the muscular lion, a high giggle drew his attention towards the other end of the hallway. There were four doors before the corner, which was illuminated by the light of an open door hidden from his view at the moment. He stepped forward, eyes flicking to either side, checking to see if the doors were closed or not.

As he passed by the first, on his left, it swung open of its own volition, revealing a stockroom full of bottles and boxes, but no people. He jumped at the sudden movement, then grinned and shook his head. He was getting really skittish. A big lion like him, acting afraid of the dark... Jayce squared his shoulders and took another step forward.

The door on his right squeaked as it fell open, casting a small amount of light into the pitch black interior. Rough, wet smacks echoed from the darkness as Jayce took a step closer and peered inside, eyes adjusting to the even darker space.

The lion's jaw dropped open. A broad-shouldered equine, a full foot taller than the lion at least, glinted with sweat in the darkness. Jayce could see him from the side, hips slamming down, over and over, causing a massive, black-skinned stallion-stalk to disappear into the backside of a slim and effeminate bobcat. The small feline's muzzle was open in a soundless cry of orgasmic bliss as the stallion snorted, eyes darting over to the lion.

"Join in or shut the fuckin' door," the stallion snarled, showing his teeth as his hips bounced off the flattened little fat rump beneath him.

Jayce backpedaled, head spinning. The stallion was wearing a pair of blue jeans undone at the middle, allowing his cock out, as well as a hard hat and a flannel shirt. He looked like a contractor... was this how Cary paid people? With sex? The lion pulled the door shut as he got a whiff of the stallion's heat and musk. It made his cock ache deep down at the root, sending unusual thrills through his backside. The lion didn't consider himself a bottom - he'd experimented, but prefered to top. But the way that bobcat looked, muzzle stretched and body tense as another male used and abused his pinned down body... Jayce shivered and forced his gaze from the door, the wet smacks and slaps still echoing in his ears.

He was ready for the third door to open this time. As he peered inside, he saw three indistinct, bulky shapes shifting and moving back and forth. On the floor, kneeling between them, was an effeminate tiger completely soaked from head to toe in something wet and slippery. As Jayce's night vision kicked in, he could make out more details.

What appeared to be a large-bellied hippo had a large paw wrapped around the back of the tiger's head, forcing the white muzzle down around a cock so thick Jayce could see the feline's throat swelling and bulging around it from the doorway. On either side of the hippo, a well-built fox and a muscular rabbit waited, each with their impressive shafts out, hard and dripping with saliva and seed. The tiger's belly was fat, swollen from being pumped full again and again as the three construction workers grinned and whispered to each other about "sweet muzzles." They didn't notice Jayce, who closed the door as the fox wondered aloud if fucking such a hot, girly-looking guy in the ass was gay or not.

The lion shuddered. His cock ached in his pants, hard as it could get in the confined space. It bulged outwards against the zipper, throbbing visibly as he tried to pull his shirt down somewhat to hide it. He shivered once more as he heard a particularly loud moan - maybe the hippo? - and a wet splatter through the door. His ears twisted away, wanting to listen but at the same time unsure what it meant that he was getting so aroused by these depraved scenes.

He almost didn't want to go to the fourth door, but curiosity and a raging erection moved his feet for him. The fourth door swung open on cue by now and Jayce stared inside, framed by the dim light of the hallway.

Glinting yellow eyes opened from the back of the room, focusing on the lion. Jayce shuddered anew as the piercing gaze looked right through him. The lion swiveled his head, drawn by motion lower down, and realized a trio of felines were on their knees between an enormous dragon's thighs. The dragon wore a hard hat and a name badge - the only one so far that Jayce saw - leading the lion to believe this was the foreman of the crew.

It was difficult to tell the felines' individual species. They were an indistinct mob of muzzles and paws swarming an outrageously large, generously thick dragoncock. Every few seconds, a pulse of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip for one of the three lucky males to clean with their tongues, constantly switching between the tip, base, and balls, so that one or the other occupied a position at all times. The dragon's eyes blinked and his lips drew back, showing a fearsome set of fangs.

"Are you the new bitch?" he rumbled. "I could make room for one more..."

The dragon's deep laugh echoed into the hallway as Jayce stammered, "Excuse me!" and closed the door. He turned and leaned against it, heart pounding, cock aching. He didn't want to admit it, but for a moment there - just a moment - he considered joining in. Getting his muzzle around the tip of that huge maleness, inhaling the scent and tasting the flavor as the dragon's musk flooded his muzzle again and again...

The lion groaned as a wet spot grew on his jeans. He leaned over, trying to control himself, before standing up straight and heading for the corner. He could smell the spicy, familiar scent of the panther now, quite clearly, cutting through the smells of sex and cum floating beneath three of the four doors. Jayce's sneakers stopped at the corner as the rational part of his mind told him to leave, run, get out... but the horny part forced him forward and into the light.

"Enjoy the show, Jayce?"

Cary sat on a small office desk completely nude, legs crossed, a know-it-all smirk on his small muzzle.

"What... how are... who..."

The black panther's hips slid like water down the desk until his feet hit the floor. He padded over to the door and leaned against it.

"Oh, they're the construction crew and members of my waitstaff. We have the hottest bartenders and servers around, trust me. And you're here to sign up, aren't you?"

"I... I am?"

"Of course!" the panther said, his voice a purr as he stepped to the side, motioning for Jayce to enter. "Sit down and we'll go over the contract... We have lots of great benefits, high salaries, and a killer medical plan."

The panther kept talking as Jayce unsteadily took a seat, eyes locked onto the small feline's bare ass as he sauntered around the desk and pulled out a few pieces of paper.

"Of course, there are plenty of other benefits too," Cary said, his voice a naughty little purr of amusement as he wiggled his hips, swaying his generous package back and forth.

Jayce's brain felt like it was melting. His nostrils flared as he stood up and reached over, grasping the black panther by the hips and pulling him over the desk, needing to get his claws and paws into the sultry, sexy black-furred backside. The panther purred again as the muscular lion pulled him close and pressed his hips up, grinding his pent-up bulge into the panther's belly.

The lion panted as Cary lifted a paw, pressing a finger to the bigger feline's lips.

"No more freebies," the black panther said, smirking, "though you should know I make it a point to pay and play with my employees regularly..."

The slim black wrist lifted, holding the forms up for the lion to sign. Jayce found a pen in his paw and scribbled his name without thinking about it until it was done. The panther snapped his fingers and the pages disappeared, but the lion didn't notice, being too busy shoving his muzzle down into the crook of the panther's neck and huffing the sweet, spicy aroma.

"Good boy," Cary said. His tone was mild, casual even, but the effect of those words on Jayce was immediate and arresting. The lion's eyes bulged as his cock thickened, harder than he could ever remember. His paws squeezed into the thick, plushy backside of the panther as he pushed forward, needing the small feline more desperately than ever.

"Oh, and needy, too!" the panther said, grinning as he easily slipped free of the lion's powerful arms. Jayce's head turned, swiveling as he realized the panther was behind him all of the sudden and shoving him down against the desk with surprising force. "Unfortunately, you're out of uniform, which is the first part of training for new employees."

Jayce twisted his head, watching as the panther's hips lifted and descended, draping his fat, chubby sheath down over his backside. The lion's tail flicked as he tried to shake his head, to pull away - he wasn't a bottom, after all... he was... he was...

He was a good boy. Jayce slumped over the desk, tongue lolling out as he felt the first few inches of the panther's fat, warm shaft flop against his exposed backside. When had his clothes gone missing? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything... except for Cary...

The lion's shuddering groan echoed in the small office as the panther's claws traced down his sides, digging furloughs into his golden pelt. Jayce suddenly yelped when Cary's paw slapped down, smacking off the lion's fur before those vicious claws went back to work teasing the bigger male into a shuddering, drooling mess.

"Look at you... what a slutty little kitty," the small panther purred, thoroughly enjoying himself as he worked his hips back and forth, dragging the growing length of onyx maleness between the lion's plump, muscular rump. "And you thought you were a top... we'll prove that wrong in just a moment, won't we, kitty?"

Jayce just groaned back. His cock pulsed, achingly hard all over again. When Cary's fingers wrapped around his tail, he clenched his teeth; when the dominant panther yanked roughly, lifting Jayce's hips into the air, the lion clenched his hole. The panther was well hung for such a lean-shouldered and feminine male, easily able to outclass Jayce's thick ten inches. The lion didn't mind. He knew his cock wasn't the important one anymore... it was all about Cary now... whatever the panther wanted...

Sharp claws raked through Jayce's fur on his hips as the panther dragged his fat length down the small of the lion's backside, lining up between his clenching rumpcheeks. Cary grinned as he leaned over, squirming his wide hips to make sure Jayce could feel just how big he was.

"You are so easy," the panther purred. "I like that in my employees."

Jayce's head hung down against the desk as he felt the panther mount him. The fat onyx shaft spread him open quickly, forcing its way in while blasting a few wet pumps of pre-cum to lube the way. The lion's shoulders twisted and arched, belly heaving, muzzle dropping open in a wordless yowl as the panther abused him. Jayce could feel each and every single one of those ten sharp claws pricking, dragging, and threatening his hips, sides, and chest, exploring and poking and needling until the lion squirmed madly beneath the panther's hips. The length of thick, warm maleness burned hotly inside and he squeezed around it immediately, grasping and clenching as hard as he could for as long as he could. Nothing slowed down the smooth, fat cock-piston, though, and Jayce could feel drool flying from his lips as his body rocked forward with each gut-churning thrust.

The lion came. He couldn't help it. He opened up and shot ropes of jizz across the front of the desk, each pulse timed with Cary bottoming out in his eager rump. One fat rope after another streaked across the desk and dripped down in rivulets towards the floor. Jayce felt Cary's claws grope at his shoulders and pull him back, back, and back some more, until the tall lion leaned into the panther's surprisingly strong arms, legs spread, cock bouncing and flying as it shot off a continuous stream of warm pulses now splattering around the office, firing up to ten feet each time.

"All that muscle... there's no need for any of that now... time get rid of it," the panther purred. His muzzle was much closer to Jayce's head than before. "My employees should be... nnnffff... dainty!"

The lion's head bounced as he felt his cock lurching, still cumming, shot after shot after shot of hot white jizz being wasted to splatter across the desk. Each gut-wrenching churn felt better than the last, even though he couldn't feel the ridges of his abs on his belly anymore.

Jayce's hips shivered as the panther's maleness swelled. The short feline's black fur squeezed in against Jayce's golden pelt as Cary grew larger. Jayce could feel it grow inside him - or was he shrinking? The feline let out a quivering, aching gasp as the black panther's heavy, dense sac swung against the back of his hips, smacking and bouncing off. As it rhythmically pounded against him, Jayce could tell... it was getting bigger.

"Mmmmhh... that's right," Cary moaned, needling the lion's smooth and supple belly with his claws, "give it all to me..."

Jayce groaned as he clenched even harder. His belly felt tight, especially as the panther's claws stroked through his fur and teased the skin beneath. In fact, Cary could just about wrap both hands all the way around his now narrow stomach. But his hips were just as wide as before, and with no abs to speak of, the lion realized his front looks very soft and cuddly.

His rump filled out as the hard glutes got covered up by a lush and plush layer of padding that Cary found particularly nice for bouncing off of as he drove his engorged and thickening length deeper. He was bigger, almost half again as big as when the lion entered the room. The panther grunted and purred, smiling viciously as he partook of the lion's backside, working his massive shaft deep to the hilt each time before roughly pulling back, leaving only the tip inside the Jayce's clenching ring before grinding all the way through.

For each inch of height the formerly muscular lion lost, the panther gained. The lion crooned as his belly distended around the shape of an over-thick panther-shaft stirring him up from the inside and quivered his his orgasm intensified, firing out even more thick cum and causing his transformation to complete in less time. The panther closed his eyes, groaning with lust as he sated his lust on the lion's bubbly, bouncy rump.

When he opened them, the lion was as tall as he was. No longer a proud big cat with hard, glossy muscles, Jayce was small, fat-assed and thin-bellied, with a smooth chest and a small, carefully managed dark brown mane. He was nobody's alpha, and the new little femboy proved it as he gasped and moaned on the desk, squirming and kicking his legs as the biggest cock he'd ever experienced smoothly plunged into his ass, breaking him open and owning him, destroying whatever traces of willpower and cockiness remained.

"Ooooooooh, yesssssss!"

The high-pitched moan trickled out of Jayce's muzzle, past newly plumped lips. He could feel his soft pecs slide across the desk as the panther's claws dragged him back by the thighs, getting him further under the massive shaft plowing between his cheeks and distending his stomach outwards.

"Good boy," Cary gasped. "I think you're just about in uniform..."

The size- and muscle-stealing panther leaned forward, soaking his fat length deep in the femboy's quivering body for a good few minutes, ensuring his latest hire's brain was well and truly mush before slowly, achingly pulling his flexing shaft free. Jayce gasped, arms stretched across the desk, unable to move as the monstrous stalk curled up, flexing free and flinging a fat rope of built-up jizz across the lion's backside.

"Ahhhh... that's better," the panther groaned. He turned to the side, swinging the oversized, massively plump onyx cock jutting from his hips. "Too bad I can't keep it this big permanently, huh? Now, let's see..."

The panther walked over to a closet covered in a few stray streaks of lion jizz and opened it, then took out the club uniform - white panties, micro-skirt, and a boob tube top with the word "AFANG" on the front and "STAFF" on the back. The top and skirt were bright electric yellow and trimmed in black, making any staff wearing the outfit easily identifiable even in the dark.

Jayce felt the fabric hit him and dazedly put it on, covering up his cum-soaked fur. His rump felt raw and stretched and his maleness was still rock hard and dripping. He'd kept his full size down there despite losing everything else, and the ten-inch cock looked good and wet as it stretched out against the white panties and micro-skirt hem.

Cary swung his hips back around, bringing his massive shaft with him, though he stopped when he saw the lion stroking himself through the white panties while staring at the panther. The lion's plump chest filled up the tube top while his fat cock ached down below, the pink of his member showing through the white fabric. The lion's tail flicked across the wide, jiggly mass of his overgrown rump, while his slender wrists and fingers made his fat maleness appear even bigger. The black panther grinned at the sight, an idea for what to do with this excess masculinity struck him.

"Well, Jayce... seeing as I'm out of contractors to beef up, maybe I'll give you this back," the panther purred, striding forward. Each step caused the femboy kitty's fat backside to sway and ripple in the opposite direction of his oversized cock. His sharp little teeth came out as he stopped in front of the lion and pressed forward, sliding the entire length of his fat shaft up against the lion's now supple and smooth belly and chest. Jayce's cock pulsed hotter, fatter, on the edge of orgasm all over as he wrapped his arms around the panther's midnight-black arousal.

The lion opened his muzzle, ready to stretch his lips as best he could around the tip, but the panther's hips pulled backwards.

"Oh, no, my cute little kitty," the panther purred. "It's not going there. I'm going to make sure everyone remembers you... you'll be such a popular server when my club opens!"

Jayce's moan rang out through the room. Cary's claws snagged at his panties, pulling them down, freeing the lion's achingly hard arousal. A casual stroke of the black panther's soft pads caused Jayce to sag backwards, rump flattening into the cum-covered top of the office desk. The lion's pink maleness throbbed, lurching and flexing, the fat ten-inch arousal completely hard and in desperate need. Cary teased his claws down the flesh, tracing the veins as Jayce's tongue fell out over his plump lips. The lion's eyes closed and he gasped short, hot breaths that caused his narrow chest to rise and fall rapidly.

The lion's eyes popped open and he swung his head down when he felt a strange pressure on the tip of his shaft. No, not on the tip, he realized. In the tip. The panther's enormous arousal, easily twice as long and thick as his own, prodded forward, impossibly stretching open the head of his shaft. The lion's paws clutched at Cary's shoulders as he spread his legs, leaning forward and letting out a supernatural growl of arousal as the panther's hips plunged forward. The lion's shaft rippled, stretching and flexing as the invading maleness forced its way deeper. Jayce couldn't believe or understand what he felt as the pulsing, fiery arousal trembled inside his own.

The panther's eyes closed as he leaned forward, pressing his slim chest into the lion's. He sighed as he leisurely stroked his hips back and forth, grinding his massive pole to the root of the lion's cock - and then some. Jayce's claws and fingers clenched around Cary's shoulders as the panther's fat tip prodded into the lion's nuts, dumping thick loads of pre-cum that forced the fat eggs to swell to more than triple their original size after just a few pumps. The panther moaned with heat as he felt the essence transfer and shoved forward, keeping the tip of his overgrown length buried deep in the lion's swelling, growing sac. The lithe, feminine lion's claws grasped at him as he came with a pleased sigh.

Jayce's eyes remained wide and unfocused. He stared past the panther, unseeing, as he felt the initial pulse deep in the root of his swollen cock. His length twitched and flexed, growing longer, appearing to eat the panther's length as the size and power transferred between the two of them. Jayce's thighs strained, rump tight in the mess on the desk, as his engorged sac drooped lower, filling out to the size of a pair of soccer balls by the time his fat tip pushed into the panther's crotch, completely enveloping the dominant femboy's shaft. He was thicker too, even thicker than Cary was at the start, as fat around as his own thigh.

Cary grunted and shivered, pleased with his handiwork. He let the cute lion's oversized maleness milk his own for a few more minutes before dragging himself free, now back to his normal appearance. Massive, but not to the point of ridiculousness as the lion was. The panther licked his lips as he eyed the moaning, gasping, overhung twink. Now this would really bring in the customers...

Jayce's cock hung to his knees, draping out over the pathetically small panties gripping his plump backside. Despite its length, the huge maleness was so thick it appeared almost stubby, being as wide around as one of the lion's not inconsiderable thighs. Large veins ran down the glistening pink member, far too big to ever fully retract back into the lion's sheath now, and a few beads of thick white panther-cum dripped from the swollen head down to between the lion's feet. The whole shaft was propped up on the small feline's thighs by his swollen sac, each orb the size of a bowling ball and, as they sloshed and swung, felt to the lion almost as heavy. The oversized package hung off the slender, feminine lion's hips like a yacht anchor on a rowboat.

"Now that's an employee uniform!" the panther purred, leaning forward. The possessive feline's claws snagged the lion's thick rump and pulled the lithe new twink forward. Ignoring the lion's groans as his plump, half-hard cock squeezed into the panther's slender belly, Cary's fingers curled into the male's mane and pulled his head back. The panther's red tongue extended, stroking through the lion's neck fur from the base of his shoulders to his chin, leaving Jayce squirming and panting with heat.

"Good boy," Cary purred.

The panther reached down and gripped the tip of the lion's oversized cock in his fingers, tugging forward until the slender feline followed him out of the office and into the hall. The lion squirmed and moaned as the panther's claws teased and prickled his bare flesh, until they stopped in front of one of the doors, which swung open of its own accord.

"Hey, fellas, hope you don't mind," Cary said, his voice a silky vibration in the darkness of the room. "Have a new employee I need broken in."

The panther's grip tightened and Jayce yelped as he was pulled by his cock into the darkness. Claws snagged his shoulder, jerking him back, and the black panther's sharp white teeth nestled into his ear.

"Have fun, Jayce," Cary purred. "And remember all those big strong muscles you used to have are still right here..."

The lion's knees wobbled as the panther patted the top of his overgrown cock, but he was also curious. What did the panther mean? Muscle? He wasn't about muscle. He just wanted to have the biggest, plushest, most fuckable rump around. Or maybe the loosest throat!

"Well, at least until these three are finished with you. I doubt you'll be able to stop yourself once they get their hands on you."

The lion grinned as the panther propelled him forward into the waiting arms of the muscular, seven-foot-tall fox and looked up at the larger male.

"Good evening, and welcome to Fanga!" he said, his voice a low purr of temptation.

"Holy shit, get a load of this one," the fox said. The big male's hand reached down and roughly grabbed at Jayce's cock, pulling it upright. The lion moaned as cum dribbled from his tip.

The rabbit looked over, but didn't move apart from his hips, which were busy pumping almost a foot and a half of dark red rabbit cock deep into the back of the twinky tiger's throat, whose belly by now was overlapping his sides. There wasn't a single part of him that wasn't covered in seed.

The hippo did move closer and laughed as his smooth fingers joined in, groping at the lion's plump balls.

"Fuck, he's bigger 'n you, Jeff!"

"Useless, though. Too big to properly fuck with."

"Still looks good on the little slut, though."

The lion whimpered as the two huge males pressed in closer. Their fat arousals - the hippo's thick and shorter, the fox's longer with a large knot at the base - smeared against his face as their rough paws groped at his maleness, getting him aching and dripping, but not fully hard. The lion panted as his semi-soft shaft quivered from the tip to the root, but still wouldn't quite get fully hard. Hard enough to stroke, grab, or smack around, as the two contracts discovered, but definitely too big to be useful.

"You want his muzzle or ass?"

"Both. And maybe I'll put that fat dick on him to use too."

Jayce squirmed as two pairs of powerful hands forced him onto his back and spread his legs before shoving his fat balls out of the way, causing a splatter of panther-tinged cum to shoot across his own face from the tip of his oversized stalk, which rested between his plump pecs. The fox's member drooled over his lips as the hippo's thickness pushed down between the fluffy, soft fur coating his ample backside.

The lion's moans were muffled by the thick red vulpine shaft a moment later. Both contractors took turns teasing and molesting the lion's oversized cock, rudely and lewdly jerking and smacking it around until the slender male's muzzle and ass vibrated around their shafts. As he came, firing his thick and sticky load, the fox aimed it down at his own face, coating the lion's muzzle and nose with his own seed. The vulipine shuddered, knot plugging up the lion's muzzle, as he came too, unable to help himself but go over the edge at the view of Jayce's thickness firing off one fat load after another.

The hippo kept going, grinning as he slammed his hips forward, squeezing his large and hard belly down into the lion's full sac.

"You got no stamina," he said. "But this little fucker's ass is amazing... nnnngghhh... fuck yeah..."

Jayce listened to it all as his body trembled. He couldn't speak, which was just as well, because all he'd want to say was "Harder!" The lion's muzzle stretched as he swallowed around the very productive fox's tip, feeling the heat driving down straight into his rapidly filling belly. Customer service, he decided, was a more fulfilling career than... than... whatever he'd done before. The lion moaned around the knot squeezing into his lips, slender chest sucking in as the hippo's fingers dug into the root of his cock, just as the big male's belly really put the pressure on his balls. The lion flexed, quivering, melting with carnal pleasure as the two larger, muscular males used him, milking every ounce of excess masculinity from his oversized arousal, gushes of musky lion seed splattering in rich drizzles across the floor, melting into puddles much like his ability to look at long spreadsheets all day...

Epilogue

"Straighten that top," Cary said, pointing a finger at the slender lion. Jayce nodded, gulping, as he did so, adjusting his uniform to fit snugly over his small chest. "You, make sure your skirt is straight!"

Another member of wait staff quickly did as the black panther demanded. They were all dressed in matching micro-skirts and tube tops, all feline, and all possessing fat, full rumps and slender torsos. Some giggled or leaned into each other, some hopped from foot to foot, and one, the tiger, rubbed his belly with anticipation as the club opening was only minutes away, meaning they'd finally be serving customers... who would also hopefully be serving them. The row of twinky felines showed clear signs of arousal - straining panties, flushed cheeks, and shifting thighs. Pacing the line in front of them, Cary strutted back and forth as he inspected his servers, making sure they, and the club, would be perfect for opening night. The panther wore only a pair of black shorts that showed off his sculpted, thick rear end and plump, juicy package in the front.

Cary grinned as he came back down the line and paused at the end in front of Jayce. The panther looked down, studying how the overhung lion managed to stuff his foot-long maleness, with dense, proportional balls to match, into the straining white fabric of his panties. The pudgy bulge lifted the microskirt up higher, clearly showing off the lion's fullness. Other than his prominent bulge, Jayce blended in with the other feminine waiters.

The DJ turned on his amps and a blast of fast-paced dance music blared through the club. The lights darkened, leaving the girly servers adjusting to the sudden lack of light. A pair of glinting white teeth flashed through the darkness and Jayce's legs trembled as the panther's claws snaked up his thigh and teased at the bright pink ribbon tied into a sharp, tight knot quivered around the base of his sheath and balls, keeping his package perfectly outlined for the prickling claws teasing up the sensitive flesh.

"Good thing I thought to dress up my pretty little twinklion," Cary purred, just loud enough for the feline to hear over the thumping bass music. "That'll keep you from dripping everywhere. I suppose a needy little bottom-cat like you can't help it, though..."

Jayce moaned as the black panther's teeth nipped sharply at his ear, sending a warm tremor throughout his permanently altered new body. His hips clenched automatically as he fantasized about the smooth, big-hipped panther on top of him, biting and clawing and teasing and nipping until he screamed with pleasure...

The lion shuddered a single drop of pre-cum stained the front of his tight skirt, all that his throbbing cock could possibly squeeze out because of the ribbon. Jayce could have cut the small band of fabric with ease, but the thought never entered the obedient kitty's bimbofied brain.

Satisfied with his latest toy, the panther's claws departed, leaving the lion to sag into a sympathetic lynx watching with some jealousy next to him. Cary clapped his paws, the sharp smack instantly drawing the attention of his horny wait staff.

"You're on bottle service tonight, Jayce. You can start by setting up my booth."

The panther's paw swept down, smacking the lion's ass and sending ripples of flesh in all directions. Jayce nodded, grinning at the reminder of the rough, heavy pounding Cary delivered the previous night, and clenched his hips. His cock lurched at the dominant panther's touch.

"And try not to knock over any customers with that useless cock of yours."

"Yes, Cary!"

Speaking louder, he turned to the rest of the line. "And all of you remember: the customer is always top!"

"Yes, Cary!"

"Now be good little sluts and get to work!"

"Yes, Cary!"

The end