Commission - Coffee Creamer
#1 of Commissions
A short story commissioned by two friends of mine, Sabre and Saturn. A short, sweet story involving their characters as they work to expand their caffeinated business.
Saturn hurried as quickly as he could down the sidewalk. Hurdling a discarded bike, he quickly shuffled to the side in order to avoid another man prancing around talking on his cellphone. The bags in his hands rustled loudly as he pressed forward, between a pair of cars and under a low-hanging sign.
The bustle of the city couldn't stop him, and in a few moments he was able to shoulder his way through the side door to his apartment complex.
His home was not his destination, however. His roommate was waiting for him on the first floor, her hands working a coffee machine in a mild, sedate panic, the neverending flow of fresh coffee being handed to customer after customer as her body whipped back and forth like a tornado.
He quickly stepped in behind her, his own digits taking over the machine The woman wasn't able to thank him as she focused on stirring and blending, taking people's cash as a line of coffee formed on the counter, various blends and tinctures flowing over the wooden platform, barely contained by the plastic lids that sealed them shut.
They were behind, even as they made money hand over fist, all because they had run out of whole and skim milk with which to make their beverages. Three hours nonstop activity left them panting, their bodies becoming covered in a thick layer of sweat as they moved and danced to the rhythm that their clients provided.
They worked well together, his small, fluffy body working around her curves, dipping in and out of sight with every motion. Her own thin-furred form was the main attraction, the main reason that the customers continued to pour in, her massive softness nearly spilling out of her outfit. Her apron, at times, seemed to be all that kept her decent in public, and it was the one thing that made the customers willing to wait as long as they had for their drinks.
It also meant that their small coffee shop remained busy until the afternoon.
The two sighed as they finally beat the morning rush, the thin male smiling wearily as the last cup was placed on the counter, and the last patron went to his seat.
"Thanks for running out to grab the milk." The massive woman finally said, turning to face her friend with a hearty and warm smile.
The two of them couldn't be more different. Saturn was a combination of hyena and akita, a short and fluffy little man whose fur the ladies loved to run their fingers through, his gray pelt marred by the occasional mottling and spots across his shoulders and hips. His friend, the massive woman at the counter, was a ferret, and her flatter, shorter fur showed off the massive N-cups that tugged down the hem of her shirt until it formed a plunging neckline.
Tits that Sabre forced her roommate to sleep on every night.
Her cleavage devoured the tips that were passed over the counter, the barista never having to move from her station as the dollar bills continued to disappear within her rack.
"No problem." Her smaller companion responded, slipping a hand around her waist, resting it on her lower back, "I mean, we couldn't make half of the stuff we wanted to unless we had milk."
"Yeah," Sabre responded, the massive ferret's light demeanor fading as his words graced her ears, "I mean, I was hoping I could use these, but I don't have the straining process worked out yet."
She subtly shifted her hands beneath the counter, lifting her mountainous tits to emphasize the focus of her conversation. Saturn immediately picked up on the motion and sighed in dejection, "Yeah, I know what you mean. But then we'd have to okay it with Health and Safety."
Sabre nodded gently, easing herself forward, her apron becoming pinned against the countertop, her massive pillows wobbling against the cold marble surface, "Well, on that note, I think I have a new batch if you want to try it."
The way the massive ferret leaned forward gave Saturn a view of her glorious ass, those butt cheeks stretching the denim tight enough to distract from the addition of extra fabric between her legs. The subtle twitch of the cock and balls hidden inside was enough to let him know just how badly she wanted to breastfeed him once more, and with a little sigh the mutt acquiesced.
The most difficult part of the entire process was straining out all of Sabre's hormones. The massive herm was over-endowed and over-productive in every way imaginable, and that same overproductivity meant that her fluids could encourage the same fecundity in those around her.
They had wanted to avoid that in order to save some money on their daily expenditures, but at the same time they couldn't simply sell her milk to the public without them knowing.
And, given that her breast milk caused some rather sensual bloating, they would figure it out.
But that was why the two of them worked slavishly every night, draining her massive tits into a bucket and boiling it. The cream was strained away for prospective use, the heat separating the hormonal blend from the creamy goodness that was fit for public consumption. That her breast milk was naturally incredibly sweet and filling was only more guaranteed to make their customers demand it.
Normally they were able to work out the additional complications that came with Sabre's cream, her milky treat only causing small amounts of swelling within Saturn's body whenever he gave it a test. This time, however, they had purchased a finer, cloth sifter and had boiled for twice the amount of time that they normally had. The result was a thinner, but still rich and tasty cream in an aluminum that was poured into a black cup of coffee on its own, the heat from both the milk and the black fluid ensuring that it would not curdle on contact.
Stirring into a delightful, almost hazelnut color, Saturn took his first sip of nirvana and whimpered as his muscles nearly lost all composition. The sheer sweetness and aroma was blissful, and his legs loosened and forced his soft butt to take all his weight on the counter lest he fall to the floor. He greedily drained all of it, feeling the warmth in his belly blossom into his arms and legs, his fingers and toes, the rich blend of caffeine and cream loosening and drawing away all the stress that kept him upright and awake.
For a moment he said nothing, did nothing as Sabre watched him, his back resting against the wall as he whimpered in delight. She wrote a few notes as he did so, specifically eyeing his pants in fear that he might grow an erection that threatened to tear his jeans into ribbons, much like the scene of their last experiment.
When nothing happened, and when she squeezed his chest to confirm that he hadn't acquired her own femininity, she smiled in pleasure as he quivered and wiggled his hips on the counter. For the first time they had achieved a success, and that success they could take to the Health and Safety commission for approval.
The massive herm took hold of the usable flask and smiled at it, so proud of what she and Saturn had accomplished. At the same time he poured himself another cup of coffee and creamer, the half-and-half blend his favorite.
A moment and later, she caught what had just transpired and stared, mouth agape at her roommate as he finished his second cup, "S-saturn, that was the hormone."
For a moment the canine felt nothing. He looked at the empty bottom of his mug, then smiled at Sabre, "maybe when you heated it up it made it safer to drink?"
The ferret tapped her chin in thought as she wondered about the possibility. Normally there would be a dull ache before the sensations set in, before the milk made her lover explode in size. Still, that hadn't happened, which made her concerned as she stepped closer, "Can you lift your shirt?"
Saturn chuckled, putting the mug down on the wooden counter before slipping a hand under the waistband of his pants. The mutt could only giggle as a sense of happiness swelled inside him, so happy that maybe they might be able to use all of Sabre's delicious cream, happy that her fingers were slowly stroking through his pelt.
That giggling happiness slowly bubbled through him, building higher and higher until, at last, he could only squeal and squirm under the stroke of those fingers. His body felt so good, and so sensitive. His hips quivered and his breath came in quick and heavy bursts. Every inch of his body felt an electric tingle, from the tip of his ears to the fur on his tail.
And yet there was no sudden explosion of flesh as Sabre pulled down his pants, leaving his lower half exposed, his chest heaving with his panting breaths. His body remained on the counter, squirming and grabbing at his flesh as his cock throbbed between his legs. Instinctively Saturn's hands fondled lower and lower, reaching his ballsack, squeezing the tormented flesh of his nuts, fighting the painfully wonderful ache deep within his loins.
The first surge of growth hit him in that moment, his tormented testes seizing as they spilled into his hands. Cockflesh rippled as it eased from his body, as his meat grew thick and massive in Sabre's exploring hands. His prostate convulsed as it too grew and swelled in size, hia body trembling as his massive meat pulsed and poured his virile slurry across his ballsack.
Every pump of his hips added to the mess gathering on his flesh, every contraction of his flesh encouraged his body to swell and expand, for his hips to creak and spread as his thighs filled in with flesh. The diminutive gap that formed between his legs was filled by those massive balls, those gurgling, roiling masses of flesh radiating a rosy red tint through the thick fur that protected his nethers.
Hips rose and fell as Sabre squeezed his cock, as she lifted his sac and shivered at the weight of those meaty orbs. Her milk had had the effect of growth on those that ingested it, but the rapid expanse of her business partner's body was unprecedented. She shuddered in satisfaction as she held them and rolled them in her palms, then gasped as she looked at the aching flesh of her lover's taint.
There, behind his sac, the flesh was starting to pucker and swell. A gentle probe proved it to be tender and yielding, and a slow insertion of a finger gave way to a warm and wet passage that parted and formed delicate petals with every inch. Saturn could only cry out in pleasure as his body instinctively flexed, as his newgrown pussy slurped over those probing digits and begged for more from his roommate's exploration.
For a moment Sabre considered it, considered taking him there and then, but that hardly seemed fair for the inconvenience she had put him through for the milk, and for the experiment that was slowly changing his body. No, she wanted Saturn to enjoy himself, and with a giggle she lifted his shirt, exposing his belly bit by bit until his hem became caught on his growing, swelling tits.
When the second tug failed to free Saturn's swelling mammaries, Sabre immediately became concerned. The fabric stretched as his flesh pillowed, as his chest grew in slow and agonizing spurts. Their room was filled with moans as the ferret ran to the knife block and pulled free a pair of scissors. The first cut barely opened up the binding cotton to the mutt's swollen nipples, but it was enough to cause the compounded flesh to spread, to grow even larger until the remaining fabric lost all integrity. Sabre was barely able to toss the sharp implements to the side before her hands were covered in the mountains of puppy pudge.
So warm and soft, the ferret lost herself in the growth of those massive tits, smiling to herself as her lover's massive cockmeat slipped between his burgeoning breasts and tapped against his chin. The milky, semen-tainted preseed that fell from his tip only served to make him shudder in bliss, to groan in purest desire as his fingers sunk into Sabre's shoulders and greedily pulled her tight.
The way his petals parted along the top of the ferret's cock inspired a weak, delirious mewl in the back of her throat, the slow spread of his juicy sex making her squirm against him and pump her hips forward,tormenting him with her clothing-bound girth. His scent was already filling the air, the smell of a female in heat, ready to be taken.
The loud shredding of her pants was followed by the meatly slap of her erection between his thighs. Her raging boner hoisted Saturn from the counter, giving her just enough leverage to turn her lover around and press her swollen mammaries against the counter, trapping them between the cool marble and the mutt's torso, spreading them over the stone and forcing those perky nipples to bear the torture of the cooled rock.
The pressure of Sabre's breasts against the mutt's back only made him whimper even louder, his legs spreading as he felt her gargantuan cockhead press against his pussy lips. Thoroughly pinned, he had no choice but to accept the slow pressure of her momentum, the wonderful sensation of having his virgin sex filled by her carnal erection, "Saturn, you're so tight.... You smell so good."
Her nose pressed into his ears, that ferret drinking her fill of his feminine musk. Her fingers found his tits and gave them a squeeze, her own nipples digging into his back as she kept him pinned for his proper rutting. He felt inch after inch of that divine cock pooling inside him, stretching his walls and prodding at his cervix until it too yielded and encouraged his hands to slip down around his tummy. He felt her bulging meat form a dome in her core, the throbbing of her meat making his eyes water in blissful excitement.
Saturn was barely aware of the way his mouth hung open, only of the sound that roiled in his lungs, that spilled from his open maw like a half-formed song the moment that that fattened cockhead pressed against the back of his womb. Hilted, filled to the brim, the ferret atop his body cooed in delight, stroking his jaw with a finger as she turned his head with practiced delicacy.
The feeling of her tongue inside his mouth forced his eyes to roll back into his head, forced his throat to clench around her oral muscle as she flooded his throat with that powerful length. He couldn't breathe, nor did he want to, his only desire was to feel his lover inside him at both ends, to feel her use him and make him cream himself in bliss. As the darkness tickled his vision, his lover gave a sudden jerk of her hips, prodding the back of his womb and releasing his ravaged muzzle. His meaty ass clapped as she pressed into him again, forcing his lungs to fill with air a moment before her third thrust emptied them.
His howl was one of delirium and lust, tears staining his rosy cheeks as he felt those hands wander over his colossal mammaries, rolling them to and fro against a countertop growing warmer and warmer under his pounding heart, only to suddenly feel himself become lifted up as it he was a trophy on display.
Shuddering, his arms held out, the ferret's fingers closing together behind his head to support the weight of his fertile body. He was forced to look down as Sabre grunted and squirmed beneath him, that massive woman pounding into him with greater and greater force until, at last his tits were slapping against his chin as they bounced wildly without support. The soreness of his laden form only enhanced the way she drilled into his body, his ears flicking and swaying as he saw her balls rise closer and closer to his own slapping, pendulous testes.
The first connection of his ballsack against her own sent shocks of electricity up and down the mutt's spine. His pussy tensed and flexed, his toes curled as the second impact made his mind swim. The third strike of their nutsacks made him lose all control of his limbs as his body seized in purest, wonderful bliss. His orgasm robbed him of his sight as his pussy, cock, and balls all contracted in one spontaneous, lurid moment, gouts of cum splattering over his face and mingling in his hair a moment before his lover could force his head down the last little bit he needed to seal his lips around his own meat.
He tasted salty, sweet, and heady as he drank his own sperm, bloating his belly with his own virile ejaculate as his lover twitched and pulsed inside his pussy. The cream filling that poured through her dick only added to the gut that slowly built on his frame, his eyes closing as the sacred heat of their union made him smile.
He was tired, too tired to continue to swallow his own spunk, and as his meat slipped from his mouth and created a messy puddle on the floor, he wondered just how much his lover was going to pump into him.
Sabre's grunt of lust was the only answer he received, his pussy lips spreading as a backflow of semen finally forced its way out of his thoroughly stretched sex, the strings of potency joining his own on the lacquered floor, making a warm and gooey puddle to mark his deflowering.
Saturn's soft tail wiggled as he looked down between his breasts. The soft swell of his stomach had concealed his lover's face, and he sighed in bliss as he felt her fingers rub up and down his shaft.
It was early morning, and their rituals had already begun. The first one was the shot of coffee for his girlfriend and business partner, a full mug of cream and a shot of the bitterblack that would wake her up. The specific cream she wanted was hot and fresh, and with a flex of his overendowed gonads the mutt was more that happy to relinquish what she desired. She sipped it slowly, sighing in bliss as she rose before his eyes, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of her cheeks.
Her own massive dick was throbbing between her legs, and, with a chuckle, her lover lowered himself to meet it. He needed his breakfast, and slowly he took in the sausage that was offered, squeezing those fat medicine balls between her legs as he squatted before her. His meal could be heard within her, steadily brewing into a wonderful, sloppy mess that he adored, gurgling and churning as it built with viscosity and volume until, at last, great globs worked their way up her urethra and forced their way into his throat.
Saturn swallowed his meal with duty and diligence, sighing as he felt his ponderous tummy grow slightly, shivering as the wonderful protein nourished his body. The excess that slapped against his tits and spilled over his gravid stomach only served to coat the world in his favorite smell, his lover's musk making him blush as he forced himself to stand and press in against his love's body.
Sabre only giggled, patting his sides as a lump briefly formed in his stomach, their child thanking her mother for the meal as she squirmed within his core, "mmmh, can't wait to open up shop."