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An alarm blared out in a bedroom, someone's blankets hunched up like someone tried to pitch a tent within the sheets as a means to indoor camp for the sensation of being outside without the outside. But eventually, the tent moved along with a white-feathered hand reaching out towards the digital clock flashing "06:01" with the most god-awful noise created by mankind.

The hand kept missing the off button for the alarm, a quiet grumbling coming out from the mess of blankets as they tried hitting the clock harder. Of course, they weren't trying to break it but it was hard to command your sleepy body to do things when one just wants to sleep their troubles away.

Once the clock hit "06:04", the hand succeeded in hitting the button and they retreated into the blankets again. Though once a minute clicked by, they kicked their blankets off of their body and let the world see their ruffled face.

Russell the stork was awake and ready to go to work.

The "tent" dragged along with him as he slid his way out of bed, swinging its way out into the open to reveal a very huge morning wood. The meaty mountain twitched in his boxers as they were stretched out far but not wide enough to wear the material down. He had his job to thank for that. Once he rubbed his eyes enough and stretched his arms to get that satisfying *crrck* of bones setting back into place for a long day, Russell made his way out of his room and into a white hallway. That was the theme for most of his house-white everything. Gotta be able to see stains clear as day so he can clean them.

Russell kicked his bathroom door open once he meandered his way to the front of it, flicking the light on and squinting to avoid its burning fire that'd scorch retinas that were unprepared for the wrath of the bulb. His tired face appeared in the mirror like a constant reminder that he looked like shit every time he went to bed late and abided to his routine alarm. He grabbed his brush and got busy on his "bed head", the force of his pulls making his morning wood bob against his underwear but it remained ignored for the most part. After all, how can anyway ignore a dick that looked like it'd be able to look you in the eye?

Russell eventually stopped looking like he got out of a mosh pit and worked on his face some more, dousing himself in water and brushing his teeth after forcing the toothpaste dispenser to cave into his needs for that last dollop. Dammit, he'll have to buy more toothpaste after work today. He gargled the remains of his cleansing gel and spat it out in the sink to wash it down the drain, cleaning his toothbrush off before spitting out the last bits still in his beak before dabbing his face with a towel and leaving.

His morning wood was starting to droop down to let him work without hindrance, so Russell waited until it curled in against itself before putting on his work pants. Nothing stiff like denim or khakis, mind you. He was far too hung for that. Think of his work clothes like the elasticity of work-out pants mixed with the official-air of a brand's colors and logo etched into every polyfiber. Once Russell was sure he could trust his bulge not to suddenly shoot out of its prison for the day, he put on his work vest and shut the top portions around his chest before letting the bottom portion hang freely. All will be explained with time.

After grabbing his identity badge and phone, Russell headed downstairs to his front door and left out. While it would make sense to leave with keys in hand, Russell's door was special.

His cock was the key.

The phallic-shaped security lock made sure only his specific size could unlock it, since it would be most disconcerting if he let anyone be able to get into his house. But anyway, he found his way into his passable convertible and pulled off after making sure his flaccid dick was in the ignition port under the wheel. Again, another benefit for Russell's endowment.

He was careful, for he saw that the early morning giants were up and at it, and he didn't wanna anger the sleepy things lest he wanted to end up driving out of their ass and end up being some time late for work. Russell patiently waited for that red-furred paw to stomp out of the way before driving on, heading towards the city up ahead.

His drive ended up going undisturbed from there on and he was glad he got to park in his designated space before some early bird came and snatched it in a groggy stupor that made them forget that he owned the space. He was tired of telling people to honor the system at this point, and no amount of cock-sucking would let him be free from the stress. Russell adjusted his vest, made sure his name tag wasn't crooked, and cleared his throat before stepping into the building before him.

"Ah Russell, good morning to ya! Make sure the chub section isn't missing any inventory from last night. You know how those magic folk get when they get desperate." A jolly T-rex greeted Russell on the way inside, his gut meeting the stork way before they could get their arm around to patting the avian on the back to get them moving while the reptilian stomped their heavy hide to the back. Russell yawned his way over, passing the many boxed items of aisles that weren't his objective at the moment before coming across the chub section as requested.

Boxes of sweatpants, underwear, elastic shirts for weight gainers, and some extras were lined up neat and tidy-like as the stork waded through the jungle of promoted gear for those who were "full of personality". He found a discarded clipboard nearby on a barrel full of pocket defibrillators and checked around each item and counted them as he saw them versus what was marked down from last night. Each portion was combed thoroughly, for Russell didn't wanna miss a beat unless he wanted to go in the back an-

"Who the hell steals an elastic thong?" Yep, there was a listed dozen on the inventory clipboard and what he counted was eleven. He groaned, already hearing his boss stomp over to check on him.

"What d'ya got, son?" Their gut almost knocked over the stocks around them as he turned to face sideways from the entrance and exit of the aisle but Russell was already settling everything back in place before he got smacked with the t-rex's butt.

"Missing thong, sir."

"Hmmm ...Think I know who mighta took it. Someone did come in 'ere an' wanted to dress up firs' b'fore they made a purchase. Guess they didn't wanna pay outright. I'll send Jiffery after 'em. You go clock in b'fore you're officially late, son."

"Yeah, boss." Russell had forgotten to set his time up, and after making sure he had the clipboard set down he went over behind the registers and stood before his admissions station. He flicked his pants down a tad and his boxers so that his flaccid shaft flopped freely. The stork was too tired to will himself to arousal but luckily the machine designed to scan his dick after he slid it into the phallic slot before his crotch for any state it was in so it didn't particularly matter if he were drier than the Sahara or wetter than Niagra Falls. He just had to get it in on time so he didn't get a pay deduct.

Once he was officially clocked in, he brought his clothes back up just in time to hear the door open. Judging from the hesitant pace to the register, it was a customer, not a worker, so Russell steeled his face so he didn't look bored or excited as he turned to see a hippo man clad in a wife beater with a hole at his chest. It's always the ones who're bold enough to let their nipples hang out, huh?

"Howdy-doo, sir. Y'all got anything for butts in here? Friend recommended me this spot last night and I'm only really giving someone a look in the back than the front." The hippo's words had a southern drawl to it, so Russell held back from chiding the man about his failed attempt at an accent before responding.

"Aisle thirteen, mister." Russell was just in that one, so he knew where to send the guy off. The pachyderm nodded and their smile grew a tad before they walked off to the aforementioned location of their needs. The stork made sure he got a look at what the guy might look for and sucked in air at the guy's tattered briefs. Sheesh, talk about in need of an upgrade. Poor things looked like their own thong with how deep between the cheeks they were, and that waistband looked ready to split open like a straining g-bra. "Try near the end, may have what you're looking for."

"Thank you kindly!" Russell missed if they said anything else, for someone else came in with who the stork wanted to assume was their lover and he had to look at them. A horse and a cow, two ladies, and they had racks looking like they were ready to shoot milk out of their nipples like hoses if they even got so much as a play nibble on their chest.

"Welcome to Big 'R Bust, how can I help you today?" The mare ended up answering, after she tried her best not to just kiss her bovine friend.

"Yes, do you have anything on easily expanding breasts? The last place we tried didn't have anything for growers, just something as a set limit and it's making our backs hurt from the bra straps." The dairy lass nodded in agreement, cradling both her tits and udders in her arms before letting their stiff bouncing be known to Russell.

"I believe aisle seven works with your case, ma'am. I recommend not going for body growth to go with it-we've yet to restock on those bras, I'm afraid."

"That's okay, buddy, we just need the bras and we'll be good to go!" Her cheery voice did a great job of masking the pain of carrying breasts that looked like they could give a massage and a "happy ending" at the same time, but Russell kept his personal thoughts out of it and waved them off as they headed down the aisle. Around here, someone else came in but they walked down the aisle before Russell could make out on who or what they wanted, and it left him to be startled by the hippo's return to the counter.

He had one of the store's new items 'Big 'R Bust's Big Haul Briefs', coincidentally having a hippopotamus on the box's front to invite someone like the scantily-dressed man to notice and pick up on right away. "Mighty funny o' y'all to have something like this like y'all were expecting me to walk in. How much I owe?"

Russell scanned the item with his bar-gun and watched the price flash on the screen for him and the tiny screen for those that paid with plastic. "$10.78."

"Lot cheaper than I thought too! That sign means y'all take cum, right?" The hippo was pointing behind Russell towards the wall, so the stork humored the pachyderm's curiosity by turning back and looking at what they were gesturing to. Big 'R Bust was one of the few "questionable" stores in Gromer City that actually took semen as a means of pay. The donations are sent to the city's vastly popular sperm bank and the funds generated from there to the store's systems in a special account set up by that lumbering t-rex. A picture of a shot glass, a capsule, a liter bottle, a two-liter bottle, a sealable bucket and a sealable barrel were depicted on the sign; each were labeled with a price of $.50, $1, $5, $10, $20 and $50 respectively.

"Yessir, we take your spunk." The stork had to configure the sale to read for semen deposits instead of bills for this one for a quick moment. "Set 'em on the counter."

The hippo dug into the crotch of his briefs, which seemed to be more of a pocket than his fupa advertised from outside of his torn-up tank, and carefully pulled up two one-liter bottles of semen that he placed on the counter before digging back inside for the capsule hiding between his leathery nutsack and setting it down too. Russell got the register open, a swiftly gloved hand placing the donations aside while he procured two dimes and a penny for the guy's change. Once the register was shut, Russell set the bottles and capsule into a tube chute that whisked them away somewhere under the floor.

"Now that's some service. Probably gonna come back 'round here next time I need a hook up. You have a good day, sir!" The hippo headed for the door after reacquiring the box of his new underwear, waving the stork off while he half-heartedly returned it. Watching them jiggle their way out the door would probably have him ready to pop a stiffy the second they left but he was just so...tired...

His head hit the counter just as the mare and cow returned, reconfiguring his register to normal paper or plastic accommodations. They had two boxes of 'Big 'R Bust Expand-A Bra' bras in their hands, so he scanned one after setting it to read for two of the same so they didn't feel they'd be letting go of too much. "$13.28".

"Make sure you get a round of coffee on your break, dear. Sounds like you almost broke a lot more than just the glass." The cow giggled at Russell's chagrin, much to his displeasure, but he held away from explaining his distaste at being told slouching on the job for a nap might be a bad idea as the mare fished out your typical ten-spot and four singles. After digging out two quarters, two dimes, a nickel and three pennies, the ladies were out with their new "hangars" and Russell was left to watch the clock.

"7:08...this is gonna be a long morning..." He yawned, deciding to check up on the rest of the inventory while he was here, not to mention help him stay up by actively moving around as opposed to standing still and letting sleep sneak up on him. A chime in his pocket let him know that the store's account had funds transferred, so he just had to do some rounds around th-

"Rrrrrgh!" The stork paused as he reached the end of aisle twelve, coming across a stallion who was-to Russell's best assumption from the dropped pants and jockstrap at the horse's ankles-busy 'getting busy'. They sounded like they were having a bit of difficulty, but Russell wasn't there to help.

"Sir..." The stallion turned to him, teeth bared in blatant effort before they went back to slamming their fist against their crotch as they fucked their hand.

"G-gimme a minute...."

"Sir, there's a backroom for this kinda thing." Russell pointed out the sign above the room next to the one marked 'Changing', its neon color of red showing 'Deposit Room' to the two of them. The stallion seemed to calm down, and the area sorta cooled down along with him.

"O-o-oh ...didn't see ...Damn mare started setting me off..."

Russell nodded. Yeah, two of the same species meeting in a place like this would probably get folks riled up on the spot, especially if they're opposite genders. "Don't worry, just hurry up and nobody'll see you." The stork left out the fact that the store had cameras as the horse slowly waddled his way towards the Deposit Room, his junk being hefted by his hands so he didn't make it obvious to passersby that he was striped down and ready for action like someone in Rut. This store may take cum but sex wasn't permitted inside.

It's a recent policy change, of which Russell was definitely the lead proprietor of since he preferred not being the one to close the store and have to deal with the messes left behind by customers too eager to keep it in their pants. There's designated alleyways for sex, yet they can't seem to make the quick hop 'n skip next to Big 'R Bust to get nasty. Animals.

Once the stallion was behind the effervescent tassels, Russell left him to figure out how he wanted things to work in there as he heard someone else come in. The stork rushed up to the front of the store without bouncing his package too hard, and set the inventory check back on the pocket defibs before coming around the corner.

It was a Yoshi.

No, not the Yoshi that everyone's seen in video games. This was a typical, average joe Yoshi that wasn't from the beloved series. Though they weren't much of an average joe with their rather built physique. They much bench often, for their midsection was barely visible when all you could see was barreling pecs in a black tank top. One thing Russell noticed, besides the obvious bulge that looked ready to pop out of the dinosaur's shorts, was that they had a scruffy beard on their stern face.

Aren't they supposed to be jolly?

"Can I help you?" The stork stopped eyeballing them, since they had been looking intently at their phone the entire time he gave them a look-see, and used the time to check if they even meant to step into the store. They looked up, cold eyes meeting Russell's bored and tired ones, and shrugged.

"Came to get a package. Ordered it yesterday but couldn't come get it due to a family emergency."

"Right..." Russell hadn't been in yesterday, but he had been out all day with his friends at the cafe catching up on occupations and hobbies, so he couldn't act skeptical of this guy's authenticity as he walked back behind the counter to pull up any missed orders for pickup.

Big 'R Bust didn't have a lot of missed ones, since people in this city weren't exactly shy that they were horny fucks just waiting to get into it with a stranger or show off their new clothes, so it only took one flick of the screen to see a package order listed for a...

"You Doug?" The Yoshi looked up from their typing.

"Yeah. I'm Doug."

"I'll get it out the back." The stork didn't want to be there as much as Doug didn't, so he stepped into the flap of a door and turned the light on.

He saw his boss near the back of the expansive room checking security tapes, his scaley butt peeking out of his work pants from where he sat despite them being made to hold all of that jiggly mass inside their confines with ease. Must be feeling frisky himself, the damn beast. Russell carried himself over to the collection of boxed goods meant for pickup by customers and saw a big one near the back on a shelf before grabbing it. Once he made sure it wasn't heavy, he hurried back to the front.

Doug was standing there still, but the stallion was behind him, panting like he just ran quite a ways to get here despite only being in the back Russell set the box down and Doug paused in his typing while the avian rung up how much was owed.

"$49.67." *Bam*, a barrel full of what was clearly semen was slammed onto the counter and nearly cracked the glass surface before Russell merely propped the register open to get the Yoshi's change.

Sheesh, he didn't know icy jocks were in this summer.

Once the coins were given, the Yoshi hauled his package under his free arm and left the store on his phone, leaving Russell to knock on the back door for his boss while he dealt with the stallion.

"Can I help you, sir?" The stork was still mighty bored, despite all the action he'd been given lately.

"Uh...y-yeah...I uh..tried to get a bucket going t-to pay for my tab from last week but...I can't...."

"You can't what?"

"I ...can't finish." And with that news, they hung their head low. It must be embarrassing for them to be so hung that they barely have to squat down to let their balls touch the floor yet they can't get them in gear for some money. Russell can't relate, since he always used flat money or plastic to pay for stuff.

Being hyper doesn't mean you have to use your junk to get by.

"And do you propose on finding a way to finish?" The stork wasn't seeing where the stallion was trying to go with telling him that no amount of breasts big enough to put someone to a comfy sleep could finish them off right.

"Yeah...i-if you don't mind ...maybe I could uh ...grind on you?"

"..." Is this guy serious? Russell came into work hoping he'd leave as clean as he arrived, not get so dirty he had to use the store's staff-only bathroom to look presentable. He groaned and made sure his exasperation was visible with a facepalm.

"I'm sorry but...the h-hippo guy already left so-"

"Fine. Just try not to get any inside of me or on me for that matter." Russell rushed out from behind the counter, sternly making his way to the back area. The stallion was on him in seconds, feeling like he were a sex ed professor trying to get them to deal with their newfound arousal in a better place than the back of the class after the last period ended. The Deposit Room was dimly lit by the growing daylight outside, but Russell flicked a light on so they could both see how it worked.

Dick-pumper machines were lined up like squirt guns at a carnival game, each of them leading to a supply of shot glasses, capsules, bottles, buckets and barrels. Since the horse wanted to load up a bucket for pay, Russell moved over to the corresponding pump and made sure the drain was aimed for the interior of the containment unit.

"Load yourself in and I'll...get into position, I guess." The stallion made sure he wasn't stretching his undergarments too far as he made his way over to the pump, having turned it off since his dick was a tad too big to be pumped fully so he could simply fuck the pump himself, and set his battering ram of an erection towards the hole that'd get him busy. Once he was set, Russell came over and took his pants and boxers off. He had a feeling this was gonna be a mess, so he didn't want a thing getting on his clothes as he ducked under the machine and brought his ass up as high as possible without disturbing the pump's lining.

"All set?" The horse asked, having needed to crouch down a bit so he could feel those soft, inviting feathers against the underside of his girthy monster cock.

"Yeah, go ahead." Russell had to make sure his head wasn't upside down or this would be more of a pain before giving the affirmative, feeling the stallion's cock slowly grind against his unguarded pucker and plush cheeks. The pump made sure the tip was kept at a constant stimulation from what the man's size betrayed but it seems having an extra means to tease on-hand was what really got him going. Russell figured the guy was so used to having someone raring to give his meat a try that being left on his own had him antsy for release by any means necessary. Some of the noises he made were a testament to that, especially when he went and said-

"Oh yeah...l-like that in your mare hole...?" The stork fought beak and talon not to remind this guy that he was dry-humping a guy, because he knows that the sooner this is over the sooner he gets back to work and not deal with a long queues. And clerks know the pain of long queues, especially when there's multiple ways to pay.

"G-getting real close...gonna give you some strong foals..." This guy must be one of those breeder types. Pregnancy talk was sorta common with hyper folks, especially when there are ladies out there capable of holding over a dozen kids in their womb at once without the slightest discomfort. Russell kept his tongue to himself, for he could feel how hard that cannon of a shaft was throbbing against his taut pucker. He was glad the guy was sticking to keeping things relatively clean, but the stork was sure his ass was gonna smell like sweaty horse dick for a little while once this was over.

And over was an explosion that the pump could barely take.

The bucket was sprayed into like a sink being graced with a faucet stream, salty spunk filling it up quickly. Russell carefully made his way out of his downward dog position to check on the content, reaching up to a valve connected to the dispensing portion of the pipeline and starting to turn it when the bucket was nearly ready to fall out of place. After making sure not a drop got into it, the stork sealed it shut then walked his way over to the stallion and forced his dick out from the pump that he was about to break and stuck it into the pump for two-liter bottles. Half of those equated to a full one-liter so the last dregs would be fine inside while the bird delivered the bucket for usage. Once the spunk smell wasn't too overwhelming, Russell made his way out to check on the register.

There was a boar waiting on him to return, for he had flicked a "In Back-Will Return Soon" sign up when he departed to assist the stallion, and they looked like the definition of 'letting yourself go at your prime'. They werefat, they were hung, but they were also gigantic in the back. If Russell wasn't careful-or anyone who had his rather slim build-then they would get lost in an ass like that and never be found.

The stork cleared his throat to get the porcine's attention, noticing that they had been in the middle of scratching their junk as they waited and hoped that wouldn't be the hand they'd deposit cash with. "How can I help you sir?"

"Uh...Y'all got anything for big asses with dicks that grow overnight?" The boar at least sounded formal, for someone who looked like they were about five seconds for eating the very first platter of cooked turkey they came across with their rotund gut sagging against their crotch. Against, because their dick was big enough to prevent all of that midriff from blocking it from view.

"How much does it grow?" Russell had to make sure, because it'd be a shame to have a smelly return come across his face because he didn't bet on the lurking factor of how much someone goes through a spurt.

"Two inches every week. Been going on since I took a pill to help me last longer than a round in bed. I'm a...hair trigger kinda guy."

"Sorry to hear that, sir. We should have continuous growth boxers in aisle thirteen, right next to shorts and pants if you need 'em."

The boar seemed surprised that Russell gave him more than just one option and hummed his wonder for the stork to hear. "Well I'll be damned. Here I thought I'd have to shell all of my savings to Charem for something like that."

"We try not to leave others without any options, sir."

"Keep it up. Might need to send some friends here-they sure could use some of this stuff." And just like that, the planet-sized boar ass was rippling its way down aisle thirteen. Russell was glad his boss had spaced everything so that not even anyone of the porcine's size could tip any of the shelves over. Speaking of the t-rex, his belly bumped into the stork and Russell looked up to see the big guy staring down at him.

"Got an order out of town. Need ya to drive the big haul-it's more than one package." Russell groaned and checked the time, seeing it was 8:12 AM and stifling another yawn of boredom.

"Where am I headed...?"

"Just off west end, soon as you get on the bridge. Should be a ramp that'll lead ya down a street meant for macro snakes an' whatnot. Go up that and you'll see our customer." Oh boy, an adventure in the big haul. The stork made sure his pants were tightened up before politely walking around his boss, seeing as he was gonna man the station for Russell while he was gone. "Any customers, boy?"

"Stallion in depo room and a boar in thirteen. You should be great friends with them." The avian slipped into the back door before he heard anything else on the matter, swiping the store's truck keys off the hook where they rested and walking across the storage around him before he came up to another back door. This led out to the back, near the alleyway where people were allowed to screw each other provided they didn't go on the sidewalk to finish.

Russell was one of the few workers who knew how to drive and could fit into a car, and with the others still out he had to do this delivery on his own. He lifted himself into the truck's cabin, being mindful not to brush his cock against anything while he got into the driver's seat, and stuck the keys into the ignition to get the motor monster roaring to life before carefully pulling out from the parking lot. There was no one having their fun in the exit, though Russell swore he heard someone huffing and puffing off to the side where the dumpsters were as he got out towards the street. This early in the morning meant there was only occasional traffic going up and down the street where Big 'R Bust resided, so the stork was only stuck waiting on a few early-morning workers before he was allowed to get the loaded truck on the road and off towards the western bridge.

With it being only past 8, the usual mobs of horn dogs ready to get some action in some riled-up guy or sopping wet lady weren't present, so Russell didn't have any entertainment to make waiting at red lights worth the minute or so of waiting besides seeing folks adjust themselves as they waited to be allowed to cross the pavement. Some dog dude who looked like one flex would have him shred his casual wear was trying not to look too obviously embarrassed that every step he took kept bouncing his cock out of his pants, leaving one to wonder if they were even wearing underwear to hold it down in the first place until the light turned green. Russell proceeded on, giving a glance towards the side view mirror and seeing the canine hastily pull his pants up in the back so his butt wasn't exposed.

From there, it was smooth driving; no traffic jams, no slow pedestrians crossing the streets at red lights, no slow turns that required cooperation from other drivers to simply back up to allow the stork to proceed onward, and no awkward boner to calm. Russell had to use whenever he stopped to bring the seatrest back up so he could lay back and relax, for trying to get used to driving while sitting up straight was making him ache. And not in a good way. This wasn't even counting the fact that it smelled like t-rex butt sweat in the cabin and the windows weren't able to fully descend to their limit to rid the scent. That shouldn't be a bother to anyone, but Russell preferred working with a clear head and a clear head is not possible in an enclosed space where you feel like you're face-deep in someone's ass without even needing to be in their ass.

The bridge the t-rex mentioned came up and instead of going across, Russell drove down the ramp on the right of it and brought himself towards a smooth street looking to have been paved by slithering somebodies with how many scratch marks and streaks were on the ground. As requested, the stork went up the route instead of down so he could get to his destination.

The truck rumbled down, the faint smell of worm in the air and helping ease up the tense air within the vehicle's cabin. Though once the city began to slowly disappear from around Russell, he came to realize that he was in a tunnel. He flicked the headlights on and saw three paths four times as big as the truck itself. He wondered if he was supposed to make any turns but his boss did say just keep driving. And with one path going forward, the stork got back to riding the dirt road towards the place.

And the place looked like an island in the middle of modern society.

There were trees lining the path as if Russell were going camping, slowly panning out like a red carpet leading to a theater. Though the 'theater' was a green rock that looked like a mound of crocodile skin up close. Russell kept driving forward, for the path he was driving down wasn't ending anytime soon, but as he saw less and less trees he saw the rock to his right "move". He thought it was a trick of the light but the more he looked, the more he saw it rise up like someone ...breathing.

He looked up and saw what he was looking at, a mountainous snake man with his tail curled around his inner thighs looking down at the approaching truck like a gargoyle lining the roof of a bank. Russell held back his gasps for the serpent was holding his hand out on the road he was driving down, slowing the truck down so that he zoomed right into that scaly palm and watched as he slowly lifted off towards the big man's face.

"Are you here from Big 'R Busssssssst?" Their voice was rather soothing for a snake, Russell mused.

"Yeah, your order of Shrinking Speedos is in the back. You want me to unload it?"

"No no, I'll retrieve it myssssssself if you open the door." Russell clambered out of the truck, being careful with the landing since it wasn't solid ground he was stepping onto, and walked his way to the loading area. The keys to unlock it were in hand so he jammed one into the keyhole and cracked it open for the serpent to reach in for his package. The stork watched that massive hand loom towards him like something out of a weird dream only to break off and carefully open the truck door up with a flick of their finger. It hit the roof and before the momentum dragged it back down the macro slowly extracted their goods from within the cargo hold and brought it out before it slammed shut. To which Russell locked it back before heading up front.

"That'll be $24.83. You doing plastic or semen?" The snake man placed the box behind him and reached towards his tail for something. A giant credit card. At least Russell didn't have to deal with a raunchy macro as he brought his card reader out just as the sun was blocked from blessing him with unneeded warmth from the serpent's plastic, scanning over the bar on the back and letting things transmit accordingly. "Fingerprint here."

"Here we go..." Here was the difficult part of doing business with a macro-getting them to sign off of things they buy. More times than not, they end up misjudging the strength of their bodies and break things, thus leaving it to the worker to go on a back-and-forth trip to reprocess everything so there's no need for additional funds beyond replacements. Russell held his breath as he saw that leathery finger reach down towards him like a hand from a god and ...slowly exhaled as they serpent was careful enough to be as light as a feather with the print scanner. Soon, there was a *ding* that meant it all went through and Russel waved them off.

"Thank you for shopping with Big 'R Bust, enjoy your product." Rehearsed farewells aside, Russell climbed in the truck before he was let down, watching the earth slowly rush up to meet him until he was brought facing the way back. Didn't even need to reverse. He waved out the window as best he could manage before driving off, seeing the serpent getting ready to open his order up. Wonder what they needed that f-

"Excuse me!" A small, squeaky voice came out from Russell's right, looking to the passenger seat and seeing nobody until he felt a light pinch on his thigh and looked down. There was a fox there, looking like they just got spat out by a venus fly trap that decided not to digest them in the end with all the gunk covering them. Though one quiet whiff of the area around them proved that it wasn't saliva looking like a gooey paste all over their body. "Are you gonna go sticking me somewhere I don't wanna be?"

"I don't do that, no. My boss does." That t-rex was so open-minded about a lot of things people were into yet kept behind closed doors that it's a surprise he's civilized enough to not act out at opportunities to explore.

"Well just take me to wherever you're headed. That guy gave me shifty driving instructions claiming to be my tutor and slipped me in his crotch for a week. If it weren't for him being careless, I'd probably be trying to crawl my way out still!"

"Sheesh, sounds like you could use a break." Russell didn't want anymore stains in the car, so he opened the nearby glove compartment and procured a napkin. For the tiny fox, it might as well be a drying towel for them to roll in. And funnily enough, that's exactly what they did when Russell set it near the cup holders. Soon they were clean and he tossed the rag through the small opening in the window-which he noticed had a little gunk on it too. He found his way up towards the bridge and soon they were back in the city.

"Mind keeping me safe in your pocket or something? I'm feeling up to taking a nap." The fox had scaled Russell's leg to rest on his thigh, rubbing his eyes and yawning to emphasize his fatigue to the stork. The avian was sure that his pants would be a no-go, especially since he could make out the faint odor of dick coming from under his tail, so he carefully plucked the half-naked vulpine up to his vest and slid him in one of the small pockets there. Not too deep nor too useless. Should be nice enough to nap in for the time being, and with them out of mind Russell could focus on dri-

Oh wait, he's back already.

He slipped right into the alleyway, coming to a preemptive stop just in time to get a pair of panthers to stop making out against the wall of the store and go off into the side so he could get moving. There's gonna be little wiggle room in the back but Russell's done this plenty already-if he was new, he'd surely have his work cut out for him.

Though twenty minutes of wiggling a truck back to its parking space later, he was about ready to take that nap.

His feathers were matted in sweat from being in the stuffy cabin in the midday sun, so he looked like he ran all the way back to Big 'R Bust as he came back in through the back area. The t-rex wasn't at his station, so he must be tending to customers still. With that in mind, Russell looked around for any spare elastic thongs to replace the one that had been "borrowed" and hauled it under his arm as he stepped out front.

His boss's tail greeted him first, making him step under it as it swung around in impatience held away by discipline; the register was crowded with folks that only buy the cheap, quick stuff to suit their needs, and one look to the clock reading "10:46" means that the day group was starting to file in. Russell waved off the dino keeping customers busy paying with semen, getting the big lug to wave back while he went to fully set the elastic thongs for hyper butts. When he reached to place the box in place, he heard a squeaky yawn from down below. For a minute, he looked to his crotch, which was already having an aromatic display of sweat thanks to earlier, but he ended up seeing movement in his chest pocket and looked inside.

"Hey ...don't you work here ...?" The fox was trying not to look like they were trying to seduce the stork with their poses, but Russell wasn't fooled. Foxes loved showing off.

"Maybe. Why?"

"Welllll. I was on my way to get a package of your Big O Briefs meant for sizing me back up to normal, but if you don't work here...."

Russell saw what they were doing; the fox was trying to guilt him into being of service for something they probably had no business for. "Really now? You sure you wanna buy something?"

"Uh, yeah. Being little but unable to fix that doesn't suit me. Bet you that snake woulda found a way to stick me somewhere I'd never get out if ya hadn't rescued me."

"You know the rules, little guy. Gotta see some seed." In this world of transactions, macros could pay with real money in plastic or their cum, while micros were only able to pay with cum. Just to balance how things get. And right on cue, the small vulpine claimed up and rubbed the back of his neck.

"U-uh...could I go get some then?" The stork snorted out of his nares and went off to the depo room, seeing the whole section for typical hypers were all occupied by a family of bears-with the 'dad' having beach balls for asscheeks piled into some shorts, but Russell went over to a stool and flicked a light switch on the wall in front of it. A small, micro section for cum deposits, set up just like the others. The fox nudged to be let down and Russell let him get busy.

While normally he'd just go back to work from there, he had to wait on the guy to finish, so he stood there watching the entrance in case he needed to tell someone that the pumps were fully occupied. Listening to a micro work a machine was like listening to mice hump each other in the walls, but Russell was self-trained to keep comments like that out of a customer's patience while they got busy. After all, pride and the luck.

"And we can't pay for hurt feelings." The stork made sure to fan his waistband so his crotch could air out sooner. The last thing he wanted to do was attract a musk hog while he was still on the clock. Though it looked like it was too late for that as once he turned to check on the fox he had a 'taker' between his legs.

The bear dad.

"Mmmm..." They were huffing at his junk, sucking in all the odor built up from the heat wave outside and generally not tending to his erection, and building themselves to have something good on the snout. "Now this is somethin' spicy ...~"

"Sir...?" Russell didn't know if the size of one's ass depicted how much pacifism one practice, but a bear was unpredictable no matter the case with their natural burlyness.

"Don't move ...Just need a bit more...." It was here Russell realized that the older man had pulled the pump from the other portion of the room with him, and had it hooked up to his dick, so the stork sighed and let himself be the target of gratification from the bear so he could get off. That makes twice today that someone's gotten aroused to him and he didn't know if he'd be able to handle some more.

"All done, buddy!" Startled, the stork looked around without twisting his stance as best he could and looked back to see the fox looked expectantly at him. Must have finished and was waiting on Russell to bring it out for him. Unfortunately for the worker, he'd have to pull the bear deeper so his whiffing wasn't interrupted while he slowly stepped back, and when he did so the man made such a husky growl that it shook the bird's spine.

"Oh boy ...so close...." Russell didn't need to smell the air to know that the bear was about to blow, so he reached over to procure the fox's two-liter of gunk and give it to him, only for his semi-erect cock to flop out of his pants and smack right on the bear's nose. That happened to finish him off, leaving the pump to take that voluminous load like the mechanical champ it was made to b-

"Russell!" The stork, the bear and the tiny fox jumped and their heads whipped to the depo room's entrance, the bird's boss standing there with his hands on his hips and his foot tapping the floor. Russell felt the bear let him go, so he left the vulpine with his bottle and slowly trudged up to his boss.

"Sir?"

"I thought we discussed doing this with customers...." That voice didn't sound pleased to know the avian was busy letting someone get horny off the smell of his exposed dick.

"Sorry...They snuck up on me and I didn't wanna cause a fuss s-" He got a scaled finger to his beak, the jolly dino looking over his shoulder to the bear laid out on the floor still shooting spunk into the pipeline like a milking machine attached to a cow with backed-up udders. Despite the tense situation, they were still sucking in the air where Russell had been.

"Well...Guess we both know what that means." The stork rubbed his arm. He didn't know that the policy he pushed for would be the one that got him fired. Staff stealing from the store's stock was immediate termination of employment but he thought he'd go out after some more ye- "You got you a new job!"

"....What?" Russel was completely thrown off.

"Figured if you were such eye candy to the folks that come in here to get some tank work done, you could just work the reg for a bit but focus on helping others back here. You're already a natural!"

"..." The stork was flustered. He didn't consider himself to be a looker by any means, especially with his down-to-earth attitude when talking to others that usually led to a bunch of misunderstandings. But now that his boss' gone ahead and...promoted him from store clerk to store whore he didn't know how to feel but embarrassed that there were other people cheering on that notion. "But I'm not...uh.."

"C'mon now, you're already set up t' get somebody like me goin'! Yah ain't gotta get naked an' start humpin' folks, but you can still get naked an' show off! The store tease, if you will!" The t-rex seemed amused by that title, because when he brought his head back to laugh he made his belly bounce hard enough to hike his work shirt up.

Russell thought his face couldn't get any more red watching this and listening to the bear family egging the dino on. "But what if I rile someone up...too much...like him?" He pointed at the bear behind him, who looked like he was about to sneak up on the stork and get a whiff of his feathered rear end since he was still half-pantsless.

"We'll work on that. Maybe fit you in some reinforced glass 'r get some magic folks t' make some crystal junk t' keep ya protected. It'll be good, Russell!" The t-rex's entourage was back on trying to get him to say yes, the bear dad having gotten on his feet and patting the bird's shoulder. He smelled like dick.

"I..."

"Well, son? Gonna give it a shot? Yah ain't gotta do it ferever if ya don't wanna."

"I....*sigh* okay, I'll do it. But no sex!" The bear didn't seem to mind, giving Russell one of those trademark hugs that nearly left his spine broken in two while his sons yelled their gratitude. The big boss gave him an encouraging ruffle on the head.

"Don't worry, son. Ain't no one gon' wanna break a rule I set. After all, they risk not gettin' a piece o' this!" They laughed and walked out of the room, leaving the quintet of bears to ogle the dino's barely covered ass swaying away and thus get them prowling after it. Russell was left shaken by the wall, gasping for air and leaning on the wall for support.

He only got to stay there for maybe half a minute before he heard someone else speak. "So uh...you wanna show me your growing undies so I can go before you become a stripper?" Russell peeked behind him and saw the fox standing there with his micro bottle of semen, the stork groaned to him before carefully straightening up his posture.

"Yeah, sure..." After the fox hopped into his outstretched hand, Russell went back into the store's main area to help the little guy pick out his briefs.

All in a day's work.