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As a couple Clover and Jun were practically inseparable. And, for the second time since they became serious, they were literally inseparable. It had taken mere days of sharing the same body with Jun in the driver's seat for the two to bond emotionally far deeper than either had expected. That was weeks past now, they had gone back to being separate people physically, but the feelings remained. Unlike last time, however, this time they were both prepared for the intensity of the experience.

Well, mentally prepared.

Jun, wearing tight denim jeans around narrow hips with nary a sign of his maleness stood from his car and walked towards the specialty clothing store, with a simple sign over the glass display windows reading Matthias'. The pair of pants he was wearing right now was something from there, but he and Clover had decided he needed some bigger clothes.

Clover sighed in the raccoon's mind. 'Now, you're sure this won't be like the grocery store?'

Closing the door to the shop, Jun waved to the kitsune behind the counter amicably. "This won't be anything like that." He muttered under his breath, though he didn't really need to speak out loud. It wasn't like Clover had ears.

'Oh right, there's not milk cartons or anything to want to replace with my own milk.' The voice in the procyon's mind teased affectionately.

Jun snickered and started to walk around the shop, looking at different styles of garment on offer.

'What kind of clothes are you looking for?' Clover asked, a pulse in his form sending a quiver up his host's spine.

"Mostly pants." Jun muttered, trying to calm the sexual thoughts threatening to break the surface and fuel far more than pulsing. This was hard to do as he looked over the labels for the clothes on offer. "But I'm gonna try some underwear too, see if that helps."

'Do we need shirts?'

"Why would I need a compression shirt?" The raccoon responded under his breath.

Matthias' clothing were enchanted, like much of what the procyon and his bovine mate wore on the job, but Jun wore it off work as well. The specific enchantments that the kitsune put on his clothes were different. 'Compression' clothing was euphemistic, as it did not literally compress, however gave the appearance of doing so from outside. As such, there were binders rated to reduction or outright elimination of busts, depending on the desire of the customer, shirts that flattened out bellies (rated with number of average sized anthros to be hidden), and what the raccoon was interested in today: Pants that hid his assets, both traditionally feminine and unmistakably masculine.

'Well, when you send someone up to your prostate instead, it bulges out your belly...' Clover crooned naughtily.

Jun blushed, subconsciously placing a hand on his flat stomach, which was naturally so. He had an unenchanted shirt and similarly mundane jacket on. What Clover described was indeed the only time he ended up with a swollen abdomen, considering his specialty. "I thought you didn't like it when I eat people off the clock..." He fidgeted, fingering through a pile of jeans to check the size and compression rating on each to find what he was looking for. "That Kerry keeps me more accountable or something?"

Clover pulsed and swelled slightly. 'W-well it can be fun, and I know you let them go eventually anyway...' He replied bashfully.

The raccoon smirked, strutting over to the underwear with two pair of jeans draped over one arm. In a low purr, hardly intoned at all, he indulged in what he'd been trying to avoid. The temptation was far too great after what his mate had said in his mind. "You know, next time we go to the gym... I might just have to spend extra time in the showers seeing how many big strong guys I can feed you..."

A low moan echoed through Jun's mind, and the procyon felt the tension growing.

"Okay, okay, I'll hold off a bit. Not like the grocery store..." Jun tittered, blushing.

'Yeah... not testing these pants, testing new pants...' Clover agreed quietly, though was still eagerly throbbing in his prison.

Before their first joining, Jun had gone years without a compression failure. That was before the incident at the grocery store. As such, Clover and Jun had agreed to test out some clothes to figure out what would work.

Once the raccoon had chosen some underwear, he headed back to the dressing rooms. "Just gonna try these out!" He called out.

"Call me if you need something." Matthias responded from the counter.

Jun closed the door behind him and locked it. He set down the clothes to be tested and exhaled, carefully undoing the belt on his jeans. He unzipped and inhaled sharply, looking down. His tented bikini briefs were jutting nearly half a foot out of the fly just with that little leeway. As he carefully worked to undo the button, he could feel the strain that Clover was putting on it.

When the button came undone, the procyon carefully eased them down. As the fabric came away from his hips they blossomed into their full splendor. The first time he had joined with Clover he had only inherited his libido and sensitivity. This time, however, the bull left more of a mark on his lover.

Wider than before, the already feminine male's hips and rump strained the underwear, as his massive maleness just added to the tension. He shuddered a bit, feeling the strain increase just from feeling the fabric tense without the compression to counteract it. He stepped out of his jeans and peeled his taut underwear away as well, finally freeing Clover.

The bull-cock throbbed, flopping outward, but starting to rise as gaining the space required allowed more blood to fill him. 'Ohhhhh.... Thank you...'

Jun chuckled and stroked over the back of his shaft, smiling warmly at the mottled cow colored skin, and the colorful temp markings adorning his furred scrotum. Fully free his prodigious balls, crowded by his thick thighs, were forced to rest in front of his knees at their lowest.

Clover swelled and elongated easily, his blunt bovine head pulsing as the stroking evolved into rubbing. 'W-we're starting from full erection...?'

"Yeah. Proper stress test on underwear." The raccoon explained, bringing the rod up to his chest and kissing the head. He hardly had to bend at all to do so. "And just in case..." He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a wrapped condom. He tore it open and carefully placed the prophylactic on the blunt head of his sapient shaft.

The cock mentally crooned at the familiar sensation of a condom rolling down his form. A specialty rubber for high volume both in shaft and what the reservoir could carry. 'G-good idea...'

Jun made sure the fly of the smaller of the two pairs of jeans he wanted to try was closed already, and the button done securely. Stepping carefully into the denim legs, he got them to his knees before pausing to arrange himself a bit better. The curvaceous raccoon pressed down on Clover to make sure he went in at the same time his thighs began to enter.

'Nnnnngh, don't bend me toooo far back...' The bull's voice sounded strained.

The procyon nodded his understanding, "S'just for getting you under the waistband..." He closed his eyes and grasped the waistband of the denim. From a mundane perspective the ring of fabric would hardly have fit around one of his padded thighs. He yanked them up, quivering as he felt the taut material squish up to rest on top of his hips. When he opened his eyes, he sighed in relief. In his mental construction, he could feel Clover was pointed 'forward' and his balls were bundled up against his base.

In the mirror, however, there was a smooth fly, with no sign of anything pressing from behind. His hips seemed even thinner than in the jeans he'd walked into the store with, giving him the appearance of someone with a rather wiry body. "Jeeze, I look like a twink."

'In a good way?' Clover asked.

Jun pulled out his phone. The lock screen was a picture of himself standing just behind Clover, his arm around the cute bull. When he unlocked the phone, the background was the same pose, except it had been taken shortly after their most recent merging. The raccoon started taking pictures, twisting his waist and raising a knee to his chest, then the other, testing his flexibility and the containment. "The label said these are the size I wear when we're separate, but I think they might be a bit smaller."

The once-again hidden shaft pulsed a bit. 'Well, you do have a really cute butt in those jeans...'

The procyon raised his eyebrows. "Oh? I wouldn't think it would compare to the real thing..."

'Well yeah, your butt is always cute.' Clover giggled, and mmmed. 'Too bad I can't hotdog those buns when I'm stuck to your front... my balls are in the way.'

"I didn't realize you wanted to top me that bad..." Jun chuckled and curiously rubbed the seemingly null spot on his jeans to see how well the sensation translated.

'You're a cock vore pred. Of course I feel more dominant when I'm your cock.' The bullhood chuckled and throbbed. 'Oooh... if you keep rubbing like that I'm gonna cum soon...'

"That's what the condom is for." The raccoon chuckled, rubbing harder. "Stress test."

Clover moaned out loud in his host's mind, throbbing faster. 'I-if you say so...'

Jun licked his lips, knowing the tease that would set his hidden mate off. "It's important we find the right wardrobe." He panted softly, feeling the rising tension deep in his bull-infused loins. "Since, you know, you're gonna be my cock forever..."

As he predicted, the procyon heard as much as felt the desperate groan. Deep in the compressed space beneath the waistband he felt a powerful surge rushing up along Clover. The familiar knee-buckling sensation of pumping out quarts of semen in a single shot came over him. Jun wasn't able to enjoy the climax with his mate for long.

The denim suddenly creaked in distress, seams straining. The first shot died down. Deep inside the raccoon's pelvis he felt the floor contract, and the next voluminous pump rocketed up. As it struck the reservoir of the hidden condom, the surged seams on the outside leg suddenly ruptured from just below the waistband to nearly to his knee. Thread strained and snapped in the face of the explosive decompression of so much well-padded procyon ass and the sheer width of the hips they hung from reamed the jeans apart at the seams.

Hardly having time to register this happening, Jun watched the zipper fail. Like a battering ram, Clover surged forward, carrying the gallons-full condom out so fast it swung out and struck the mirror, deforming and thankfully bouncing back, undamaged. At the same time, the marking-covered balls tumbled forth and swung down to slap against the lap of the ruined garment.

Clover kept gushing into the condom, only slowing down when it had ended up around the size of a garbage bag, slumped onto the bench beneath the mirror.

Jun panted heavily, one hand braced on the wall while the other clutched his phone tightly. "Y-you know..." He sighed, feeling the endorphins of their joined bodies rewarding them for such a lovely orgasm. "I thought it was a smart idea to test to make sure I wouldn't burst them while, for instance, at the store."

'Huh...?' Clover sounded woozy after such an intense release.

"I didn't realize I'd end up breaking stuff I hadn't bought yet." The raccoon clarified, working on getting his breathing back under control. He pushed away from the wall and started taking pictures of the aftermath, blushing deeply at the thought of just how powerful his mate was, even as a cock lending some beautiful curves.

'Wha?' Said former bull murmured. 'Oh. Oh shit. I'm sorry, Jun...'

Grasping the end of the condom, Jun carefully worked it down off of his apologetic penis. He grunted at the hypersensitivity of the mottled flesh as he got the rubber fully off, before pulling the stretched opening upward to give himself more neck to work with. With the practiced ease of his profession, he tied it off and made sure it wasn't going to just topple off the bench. "No, it's my fault. I didn't think it through." He carefully undid the button at the top of the jeans and began trying to peel the wrecked denim off his prodigious hips and thighs.

Once that was settled, Jun brought his cock up to his lips and gave a light lick, then a kiss, shuddering at his sensitivity while making sure there wasn't any more cum dribbling out. The raccoon heard the moan in his mind and smiled. "Okay... let's try again. This time, extra protection." He pulled a backup condom out, opened the package, and began to apply it.

'Don't double condoms, that's how you break them.' Clover murmured, trying to sound like an authority in his still firm post-orgasmic state.

"S'not what I meant." The procyon finished applying the replacement condom and grabbed the new set of enchanted bikini briefs. He looked over them momentarily and then bent down to step into them. He pulled them to his knees and stood upright again, looking over his bovine maleness and the tiny fabric meant to contain it. He took another picture, thinking that Clover would like to see, before tucking his phone back in his jacket pocket. Jun grasped his wrapped shaft and rubbed firmly.

'Oooh... S-still sensitive...' The bull meat murmured into his host's mind.

"We both know we have a fairly short refractory period..." Jun replied as he worked his mottled shaft back to full firmness. "Testing's important."

'I... I know." Clover throbbed as his mind drifted back to what the raccoon had followed that statement with last time. There was no trouble getting back to full arousal.

Reaching down and gently grasping, the raccoon felt the elastic of both holes for thighs grow tauter on his full thighs with every inch lifted. He pulled the waistband forward to get it around his pendulous balls full of so many customers taking an extended break.

As it was designed to do, the undergarment easily contained the immense scrotum, big bull cock jutting out over the waistband still, as Jun ran into a problem.

His thighs were being squeezed too much by the openings in the underside of the bikini briefs. "Okay... not gonna try to force this one." The procyon muttered. "Designed for thinner hypers I guess..."

'Good idea.' Clover concurred, settling down with the lack of direct stimulation.

Jun bent over, feeling the firmness of his mate pressing to his chest and to one side of his throat as he tugged the briefs down. He hooked his arm around Clover as he stood back upright, stepping free of the ill-fitting unmentionable. "Good thing I grabbed two kinds to try out." The raccoon reached for the dance belt he'd found.

Like a hybrid of thong and jock strap it was designed to contain the wearer's maleness while not getting in the way of hips or buns. He bent forward again, releasing his shaft gently, and eased his feet into the loops of elastic. They seemed long enough to get around his plump hips when stretched, just barely. Thankfully, this proved to be true, the elastic of the waistband taut as it dragged along the raccoon's widest point.

In front, Clover had finally started drooping downward on his own, and was more easily tucked in. Due to the narrow opening of the front pouch, the massive scrotum was just squeezed down the middle and the strap connecting the waistband down under was stretched near to its limit.

Jun noted that his cock was hidden, even if his balls weren't. He took another picture, before grasping either side of the pouch and gently tugging open, wiggling his hips. One at a time his bowling ball testicles slipped out of view. With a light slap of elastic growing taut over fur, his maleness was finally contained once more.

Unlike the skinny jeans, the dance belt still showed the shape of shaft and balls tucked under the surface, just at a manageable size. Flexing his pelvic floor purposefully, the raccoon watched the shape of his shaft shift a bit, as he felt Clover pulse and firm up for a moment. "That's... wow. One half of the job done already.

The procyon flicked his banded tail and took another picture, putting his free hand on his hip to show off its size in comparison to the pouch. The undergarment, if anything, enhanced his posterior, as the back strap was pressed along his perineum and separated the cheeks slightly. He shifted his hips, thighs pressed together.

'Nnnhhgh... you know how I get when you rub your thighs together...' Clover groaned mentally. 'Just like when I do it when we're apart.'

"Yeah, you were getting too flaccid." Jun smirked a bit and rubbed his thighs together firmly, quivering at the sensation it sent from the base of his tail to the spot just behind and between his ears. He tugged the front of the dance belt down a bit, revealing the cock root, too thick to physically match its corresponding bulge in the pouch's fabric. He ran his hand along the back of his wrapped cock lovingly, appraising the pulsing pressure beneath his fingers, before he tugged it back up.

"Okay." The raccoon pulled out his phone and took another picture. "While this takes care of you, the jeans can take care of my plump ass." He crudely leaned into the last two words and slapped one cheek, feeling his hidden cock jolt up closer to full rigidity as his cheeks bounced off each other from the impact. Jun smirked, and ground his thighs together to make extra sure the bovine maleness was going hard, before he turned to the last garment to be tested.

This pair of jeans was a size up from the one he came to the store in, and had a higher compression rating. Just by dint of its physical fabric being larger, it would be more successful in containing the pair. Whether it did a good job hiding their attributes so that Jun could walk through a store without knocking over displays with his powerfully plump rump remained to be seen.

The procyon felt the tension in his hamstrings from bending down so many times in a row, but sitting to put the denim pants on wasn't an option because of the massive bag of cum on the bench. He eased one foot in and carefully bunched the leg to get it all the way through, before shifting his weight to that paw and repeating the process. He undid the button and zipper, since the dance belt meant stuffing an excited bullhood in would be less of an ordeal, before he started to lift.

Standing fully upright, he ooohed as he saw how the jeans snugged up on his rump. Carefully he zipped the fly and stroked over the denim. Unlike the other two pairs, this set preserved his feminine curves, while also reducing them to a more practical size. He turned to the side and took a picture of how his rump looked, before he rubbed over his groin again.

'T-think compression clothes can keep my height in check?' Clover asked, clearly enjoying the rub.

Jun rubbed his thighs together experimentally, and felt that familiar tingle, the denim not showing the shifting beneath the surface like the dance belt had, but not eliminating the form either. "What do you mean?"

A mental groan rung out, before the former bull continued. 'You know, so I can fit in my car when I'm all big from temped customers...'

The raccoon grinned and ground his palm heel into the crux of his groin, feeling the sensation transfer and magnify through the special compression twofold. "Honey, I'm looking to make sure I do all our driving, even when I'm not in the car..."

Clover's form twitched and pulsed, pressing against the rubbing from outside, 'G-guh...' was all he could manage, his mental voice clearly flustered.

Jun licked his lips and purred naughtily. "Might as well let your driver's license expire. That photo won't ever match you again." He again dug into the teasing he knew sent his mate for a loop, "What does a cock need photo ID for anyway?"

'I... I'm close, Jun...' The flustered bullhood whimpered in his mate's mind. 'T-take it further...?' He asked tentatively.

The raccoon closed his eyes, leaning his back against one side of the changing booth, continuing to grind his fingers and palm along the spatially reduced shape of his maleness. "I'm gonna keep you so long that your mottles fade, and my natural coloration reasserts itself..." He whispered. "And there's no sign at all that you were ever anything but my cock..."

'J-just your cock...' Clover stammered lustfully, sounding as though he was edging closer, to extend the teasing out.

Jun readily supplied it. "You'll forget you were ever a bull..." He ground firmly between his legs, then squeezed and rubbed his thighs together. "You'll forget you had a name..." He bit his lip and curled his toes against the carpet below. "Because all you have to be is a raccoon cock..."

The desperate whimpering and groaning filling the procyon's mind sent part of his mind worrying, wondering if it would mask the creaking of the compression threatening to fail and they might just burst through another pair of jeans.

'P-Please...' Clover begged. 'G-get your cock off...'

Apprehension pushed aside in favor of taking care of his bullhood. "If you cum right now, that'll be the start of losing everything that makes you distinct from just a raccoon cock." He rubbed his thumb back and forth while squeezing his thighs together tightly. "You'll be cumming out your identity as Clover until you're just Jun's Cock." He looked over at his reflection in the mirror.

The voice in the raccoon's mind gasped sharply, and lowed out with pleasure. Together, he and the bull shaft rode out the powerful climax. Jun panted heavily, focusing on watching his jeans for any sign of strain despite the powerful sensations wracking his body. His eyes widened as, near the end of this second climax, he heard a creak from the seams.

But no catastrophic failure came. The denim held, and Jun slowly, unsteadily stood back up away from the wall. In the back of his mind he could hear his mate murmuring blissfully, before letting out a cute, almost distressed low. 'A-are the clothes okay?!' Clover asked, sounding worried.

"Yeah, they held." Jun panted, smiling and taking another picture in the mirror, letting the camera catch his post-orgasmic expression since he would be showing them to the bull once he was a separate person again. He slipped the phone back into his jacket and carefully unbuttoned the top button of the jeans, before zipping down. Hooking a thumb into the waistband of the dance belt, the raccoon tugged downward.

Like a fishing pole unbending from the line snapping, Clover surged back into view, swinging another full reservoir. This one was smaller, by dint of being the second climax in such a short amount of time.

The procyon carefully ran his fingers along the underside of his bull shaft, making sure that it had fully drained into the condom, before he worked to ease it off. Jun murmured quietly, "Love you, Clover."

A blissful, drained murmur returned from his mind, like the bull was receiving a relaxing rubdown after a long workout. 'Love you too, Jun.'

The raccoon got the condom off and tied it as well, setting it beside the first with a sigh. He set to undressing, easing first the jeans, then the dance belt off of his hips. He worked his old bikini briefs on and was already looking forward to changing over fully to the new undergarments by the time he got the jeans he arrived in back around his hips, sighing a bit at how they just made his butt flat.

Bending down, Jun grasped the wrecked jeans in one hand, before scooping the things he wanted to purchase over the other arm. He carefully opened the dressing room and blushed as he noticed several other customers were in the store now.

By now Clover had practically dozed off, settled back into the familiar garment.

The raccoon walked across the store, around displays to the front desk, setting down the split jeans first. "I'm sorry... I was testing the fit and I pushed too hard."

Matthias looked down at the jeans and sighed. "It happens." He picked them up and set them beside the small workstation he kept out front for alterations.

Jun blushed, brow furrowed awkwardly as he set the jeans he liked and the dance belt down on the counter. "I'll be more careful in the future."

The kitsune smiled warmly, and started to enter the prices of the two garments. "Would you like more of these?" He held up the dance belt. "Cost less in a bundle."

The raccoon looked between the tailor and where he'd grabbed the underwear from, before quickly walking over there, forgetting to suppress his natural hip sway. Normally Jun would have enjoyed the glances he was getting from others, but when he was sure the sound of his getting off was at the very least noticeable, he was too embarrassed to check if they were approving or disapproving looks. Sure he got off for an audience for a living, but those people wanted a show. These people just wanted to shop for clothes in peace, presumably. He grabbed two other colors for the dance belt, before making his way back to the desk and setting them down.

Matthias had already rung up the bundle by the time the raccoon had returned, and held out a very large bag that he'd placed the jeans at the bottom of.

Jun dropped them into the bag and held out his payment card, before abruptly realizing exactly why he was given such a large bag. His cheeks flushed clear up into his ears and he bit his lip. "Y-yeah... I'll pick those up before I leave."

The vulpine swiped the card and gave it back to his customer. "My dressing rooms are soundproofed." He explained quietly.

The procyon let out a deep sigh, leaning against the counter. "Oh... okay... then..?" Jun's relief quickly turned to confusion at how the kitsune knew about his 'leftovers'.

"They also have CCTV." Matthias concluded.

"Y-yeah... makes sense." Jun fidgeted and picked up the bag once the receipt was dropped into it, before booking it to the dressing room he'd just left. Slipping inside, the raccoon had just gotten to easing his full condoms into the big shopping bag when Clover stirred again.

'You weren't serious about what you said, right..?' The merged in bull murmured sleepily.

The raccoon was relieved they'd managed to only get caught by the proprietor, who seemed very accepting of what they'd done. Less so that Clover hadn't been paying attention when he'd nearly made a fool of himself. Jun stood up, hefting the bag and feeling it slosh. "Which thing I said? I said a lot of stuff." He chuckled, opening the door and walking from the dressing room towards the store entrance.

'About me not needing a drivers' license...' Clover elucidated.

Jun giggled fondly, "After the trouble I've had trying to drive without compression, I don't trust you behind the wheel at all." He pressed the door open and stepped into the afternoon sun.

'What about when I'm not your cock?' The bull rejoined, misunderstanding.

The raccoon just took advantage of the confusion. "That's ridiculous, why would you ever not be my cock?" He teased.

Clover whined extendedly, "Juuuuun..."

Grinning and hefting his bag over one shoulder, Jun walked on towards his car.