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As five pm hit I was all too happy to logout of my computer, calling it an end to a rather long work week. Grabbing the edge of my desk I pushed myself back in my office chair and stood up. Ready to greet the coming weekend head on I ran through a mental checklist of things I would be taking home. Jacket, lunch bag, and briefcase. Grabbing the jacket off the back of my chair I leaned down to get my briefcase from under my desk when I heard someone's voice.

Resting his forearms on the divider that separated our works spaces Lawrence rested his chin on his arms. "Getting ready to head home Andy?" The white rat asked.

"No other place I'd rather be." I told him. Like ever sap working five days a week I looked forward to the end of the workday before I even rolled out of bed. The fact that the next two days were all my own only meant I looked forward to leaving work that much more.

"I can't blame you." Lawrence said with a wistful sigh. It would be another two hours before he'd be getting off. "But, you're kind of hanging out there." With a finger he gestured in the general direction of my stomach. "Not that I and a few other guys here don't appreciate it." My sweater and the shirt underneath had rose up along my belly enough to show a portion of the blonde furry belly. It was a crime that Mitchell had to point it out to me.

"Thank you." I rushed to pull the errant clothing down. Grabbing the hem of my undershirt I tucked it into my pants. Compared to when I had first bought the shirt there was less fabric for me to tuck in my belt. I had packed on a few pounds and added a least an inch to my waistline since I last went clothes shopping.

Waving away my thank you Lawrence picked his chin up off his arms and leaned back. "It's my pleasure. If you need it I know a tailor that I could point you in the direction of." Lawrence offered, a grin starting to form on his mousy face. "The prices are cheap, and Francis goes there."

Francis, Lawrence's husband, is a big guy. Due to the fact he is an elephant Francis is taller than most, large enough to dwarf his husband in terms of height and weight. As a lion I am used to being the biggest guy in any given room or group of people. Francis had a good half foot on me and at least fifty pounds. Any place that could cloth that man would have no trouble with my girth.

The fact Lawrence brought up the fact the clothes were cheap was a plus in my book. Clothes had never been something I liked to spend all that much money on. For big events like weddings or graduations I am okay with splurging a little. For work, I like to be presentable, but not show off. So, I got most of my clothes from stores that have both a freezer and sporting goods section.

"Francis's tailor is a guy named Mitchell. Just ask for him and tell him I sent you, he will be happy to give a discount to a friend." As Lawrence delivered this knowledge his smile grew bigger and bigger. It got to the point I got suspicious. "Ask for the full monty experience."

"What does that mean, why are you smiling?" I prodded him for an answer and his smile only got bigger.

"I'll text you the address." Lawrence ignored my question and sat back down at his desk. Turning to look at his computer screen he engrossed himself in his work.

"You're lucky you make such good pie." I told Lawrence as I went to grab my briefcase and threw my jacket over my shoulder. I heard Lawrence's snicker as I gathered my things. In tandem with his husband Lawrence cooked for every holiday. The little mouse knew his way around a kitchen and could bribe just about anyone with baked goods.

Leaving my cubicle I walked to the break room. By the time I had my lunch bag My phone pinged with Lawrence's message. The message contained a name of a store, Georgio's, and its address. The store was on a strip of fifteen or so different stores. I had passed by it maybe a hundred times when I went to the Tool Depot on one end of the strip or the grocery store on the other end. The only reason it came to mind now was the fact I remembered the mannequins in the store's front windows. I always remarked on how well dressed the mannequins were when I drove by the store.

With how close the store was I decided against putting it off. If I went to the store now they would likely have the clothes ready before the end of the weekend. Meaning I wouldn't have to rush out to do it later in the week, where I'd have to plan it around work and other engagements.

Jacket, briefcase, and lunch bag in hand I rode the elevator down to the parking lot and headed to my car. Jumping on the highway I followed a similar route to the one I'd take to get home. The only difference was the fact I took an earlier exit off the highway.

Walking through Georgio's front doors gave me an odd sense of nostalgia. I had only ever seen the store from the outside and built up my own idea of what I think it'd be like without ever going in. It was like going back to a place you once knew only to see it changed. Soft jazz and the combined scent of freshly laundered clothes, shoe polish, and good cologne greeted me. It was a comforting smell.

The clothes Georgio's had on off varied and astonishing for the sheer amount on offer. Unlike big box stores the color palette of clothing offered wasn't just muted colors, along with browns, greys, and blacks. Shirts, pants belts, suspenders, ties, and a dozen other things I couldn't name. All of it was offered in a dozen different colors, styles, and fabrics.

One display was just brightly colored folded squares of fabric neatly arranged on top of one another. It called to me to investigate and I looked the items over.

I was still wondering if the display was for ascots, handkerchiefs, or bandanas when a meerkat stepped up beside me. The man was dressed rather well in a green and gold embroidered waistcoat with a gold undershirt.

"Do you need any help sir, or are you just browsing?" The meerkat asked when I turned to acknowledge him. He had a welcoming smile on his face and his hands folded behind his back.

"Kind of just browsing. The store was suggested to me by and I am amazed by the selection you have." I explained.

Nodding his head in understanding the meerkat gestured around the store. "If you need any help find anything or have questions I and my coworkers will be happy to help you." The employees of the store wore no uniform, but were still easy to tell apart from a regular shopper. They all were their own personal flare and style, but would have looked right at home at any black-tie event.

"Well, I kind of do need to help. The friend that referred me here told me to ask for Mitchell." I told the meerkat before he could walk off.

"One of Francis's friends I assume?" The meerkat asked, but before I could answer he turned towards the back of the room. With mannequins on either side an empty archway sat at the back of the store. Above it there was a sign declaring the room beyond the archway as the dressing rooms. "Feel free to grab a few things that catch your eye and pick out a dressing room. I'll alert Mitchell to the fact he has a customer." With that said the meerkat stepped away to find Mitchell.

I took his advice and grabbed a few things on the way back to the dressing room. A black and gold button up that caught my eye, a pair of black slacks, an argyle sweater, and a bow tie. There was a total of four dressing rooms, only one was currently occupied when I arrived at the back of the store. Picking the first one on the right I stepped inside.

Unlike most dressing rooms worried about shoplifters Georgio's dressing room doors didn't have the big gaps above or below the door. Instead, they had doors more like the ones you'd find in homes with the addition of a full mirror on either side of the door. Opposite the door, on the far wall of the dressing room, there was a full body tri fold mirror embedded into the wall.

Setting my choice of clothes down on a stool I stepped up to the mirror and took a gander at myself. Well into my thirties I had already passed the dad bod that some guys started to cultivate at my age. I was big, I knew I was big, and I liked being big. From my wide hips, big fat ball gut, and soft chest I couldn't be happier with myself.

Killing time, I looked myself over in the mirrors, striking different poses in the mirror to see myself from every angle. I was looking over my shoulder and inspecting the tuft of fur on the tip of my tail when a knock came to the door.

Poking his head inside the dressing room a fox looked to me. "Hello there. My name's Mitchell, Luther told me a friend referred you to me?" Guessing Luther was the meerkat that greeted me I nodded my head. "Great."

Mitchell had fur the color of freshly fallen snow with the tips of his ears, tail, and hands black in contrast. He was dressed in a matching pair of slacks and a suit jacket so dark in color it could be black, blue, or purple depending on the light. He was the type of skinny one got from doing a lot of cardio and his clothes were tailored just so to accent that fact.

"My name is Andy. Lawrence referred me to you, he said Francis got all his clothes from here." I told him as I turned around and extended my hand towards him in greeting.

Taking my hand in his he shook it with a firm hold. "I think I've seen you before then." Mitchell said. "At their Halloween party a few months ago."

Pausing for a moment I thought back to the Halloween party the two threw. I had dressed in a toga and spent much of the time eating far too many sweets and food. The latter part of the night was a bit of a haze due to the fact that drinks got involved. I am a bit of a lightweight in terms of booze and after three beers everything seemed to meld together.

"Were you the," I began as I tried to recall all the people I met at the party and the costumes they had on. But, I was blanking on any fox I had made.

"I showed up later. I took my little cousins out to trick or treat at the zoo. By the time I arrived most people had left, you guys were just watching scary movies." He explained. It made sense why I didn't remember him though, by that point I was already drunk and nearly falling asleep.

"Well I am glad to meet you again, and this time I'll remember you." I promised him and looked over to my pile of clothes on the stool. "I picked out a few things as Luther suggested. I thought they looked nice."

"That's good, we'll size them to you after I get your measurements." He told me as he started to reach into his suit jacket.

"Do you need me to get undressed or can you do this with my clothes on." I asked.

Pink began to show up on Mitchell's face, but he otherwise kept his composure together. "It will be easier to get accurate numbers if you are in your underwear. That sweater looks rather thick. If you plan on getting underwear as well I'll need you to fully undress."

Underwear, I hadn't seen that the store offered underwear. Being part of the same friend group as me and Lawrence it was a good chance Mitchell was gay, or at least bi. Did Mitchell want to get me out of my clothes to see all the goods, or did they really sell underwear here? I had only seen one side of the store when I grabbed the clothes I liked. It's possible I didn't notice their underwear section. I did only wear briefs and boxers, maybe the underwear the store offered was the fancy kind I wouldn't notice.

Either way I undressed. Worse thing that would happen is I gave Mitchell a bit of fond memories for the next time he was alone.

With an outstretched hand Mitchell accepted my clothing as I took it off. When I had nothing but my underwear and socks on Mitchell turned around and started to fold my clothing. He placed it in a neat bundle on a nearby bench.

"Arms up please!" Mitchell told me as he grabbed a stool from underneath the bench he put my clothes on. Listening to him I spread my arms out to my full wingspan and turned to face the mirror. Standing on the stool Mitchell pulled a roll of measuring tape from an inside pocket of his suit jacket. He unspooled the tape and began to size up my arms, shoulders, and neck. He was quick about it too, barely glancing at the number for a moment before he moved on.

Once he had those measurements he took a pencil and notepad out of the same Jacket pocket to note everything down.

Reaching around me Mitchell had to toss the measuring tape from one hand to the other to reach across my chest. By the time he stepped off the stool and was measuring the Dimensions of my belly at its widest point I piped up with a question. "Lawrence told me to ask about the Full Monty experience, what is it?"

Mitchell stopped measuring to groan audibly and rested his head in the middle of my back. After a moment he noticed what he was doing and stepped back, pulling the tape from around my belly. "It's kind of a joke between him and me." Mitchell sighed and distracted himself by writing down the measurements he had gotten before I interrupted him with the question. "After he found out that the store sells everything from girdles to garters he got fixed on the idea I had to measure someone for everything. With that, the Full Monty Experience, was born."

"Knowing Lawrence, that makes a whole lot of sense." Still looking over my shoulder I took notice of the fact that the door was closed. It was a good chance we were all alone in the back of the store. Turning around I face Mitchell, my hand on my hip. "You like bigger guys don't you?" I pried.

Mitchell opened his mouth and stammered for an answer that wouldn't form. It was cute to see his face turn pinker by the moment. In his silence I stepped forward. When he didn't step back I stepped in closer until his face was nearly touching my belly. "Bigger guys like me?" I pressed, and he let out a soft utterance before nodding his head vigorously.

Grabbing onto the back of his head I pushed his face against my belly. Putting up no resistance Mitchell turned his head to the side, so his cheek ended up resting against my gut. Spreading his arms Mitchell tried to wrap them around my middle and just barely touched my back with the tips of his fingers. Having a little give to it my belly let him sink in an inch or so before stopping him.

Giving him some time just to enjoy what was in front of him I gently rubbed his head. After a minute I asked him another question. "Does that door lock?" Mitchell shook his head no and turned his head to rest his chin on my belly. He looked up at me with frost blue eyes. "Then we have to be quiet." Mitchell nodded his ascension.

"Go on," I took my hand off the back of his head and pushed down on his shoulder "show my belly some love." He dragged his face down my gut as he dropped to his knees. Once down there Mitchel was face to belly with my overhanging gut and gave it a gentle kiss. His hands moved to trace the shape of my belly, lifting and pushing on it.

Grabbing his head again I used both hands and stepped forward, smothering him in my belly. His hand grabbed hold of my gut, sinking blunted claws into my bulk, as he indulged himself. Muffled sounds of pleasure came from the little fox before he started to rub his face back and forth in my gut.

Sitting up on his knees Mitchell pressed on either side of my gut and aimed his face right for my belly button. His muzzle ended up sinking into the spot and he pressed my belly in on either side of his face.

When, he eventually tried pulling himself back I kept him right where he was. Looking down past my moobs into his eyes I gave him a wolfish smile. Holding onto him for a few seconds more I let him go.

Red faced Mitchell wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth as he caught his breath. When he was no longer panting Mitchell laid his hands on my hips, fingers resting on the elastic of my briefs. Knowing what he wanted I reached down and started to pull down my underwear. I got them to mid-thigh before Mitchell did the rest of the work of getting them to my ankles.

I wasn't the most well-endowed when it came to cock size. With my bulk stealing an inch or two I only had an inch or two of cock even when I was hard. Mitchell didn't seem to mind one bit. He was leaning in to take me in his mouth when I put a handout to stop him. "I got something better for you to do with your mouth." I told him. Mitchell had his fun with my belly, it was time for me to enjoy myself.

Walking to the mirrors I bent myself over and put one hand on the glass. The other went to my ass. Taking a wide stance, I spread my cheeks, showing Mitchell just where I wanted his mouth. "Come on foxy, go ahead and put that mouth to better use." I ordered. Crawling on hands and knees Mitchell went snout first between my cheeks. Grabbing the cheek, I hadn't Mitchell Spread my ass more and buried his snout deeper until he could lick at my hole. Letting my ass go Mitchell picked up the slack and held the cheeks apart with both hands.

The fox didn't just rim me. He slurped, licked, lapped and devoured my ass

A shudder worked its way up my spine, through my shoulders, and out my mouth as a breathy moan. My hands fisted against the mirrors and my legs locked in place. Mitchell's tongue did things that made fur stand up. "That's it kid, give me all of that." I demanded and pressed back while he painted my ass with his drool. Mitchell obliged by squeezing my ass and narrowing his focused down to be mostly on my hole.

He licked over the hole and then around. My hole squirmed under his tongue and Mitchell grew adventurous enough to start press against it. The first time my whole body tensed and I pressed back into his face. The second time he folded his tongue over and slipped inside of me, only to make it lay flat as he pulled it back out.

My toes curled in my socks and I bit my bottom lip to keep from getting loud. All conscious thoughts fled my mind save for curt words of encouragement I couldn't voice. I knew I would speak them too loud and draw attention if I did.

My legs started to shake, and I was feeling warm when I knew I had enough of Mitchell's tongue, I need more. "Get your cock out!" I growled as I reached back and held his head. His tongue was undulating up and down as he kept it as deep in me as he could possibly get. It wasn't deep enough.

His hands dropped from my ass to scramble at his belt. He was still fiddling with it when I pressed back with all my weight. There was a process of getting to the floor. First I crouched, then I got to my knees, and finally I was able to sit my fat ass down on Mitchell's face. The fox hadn't been able to get his pants unzipped fast enough for my liking. Much like I had done with his belly I smother Mitchell with my ass.

Unbuckling his belt for him I forced Mitchell's pants and underwear down his legs past his knees. I was rewarded with Mitchell slapping my ass and a fat slab of uncut fox cock. The thick length sagged under its own weight, even as it was fully hard. Just like his ears and paws Mitchell's cock was jet black.

Leaning forward towards the cock I became aware of the fact that Mitchell had been slapping my ass for a reason. The fox pulled down big lungful's of air once he could pull his face from underneath my ass. The breaths became shallower as I leaned my bulk down on Mitchell, laying much of my weight on him.

With what I wanted in sight I grabbed Mitchell's cock and slid my hand down it slowly. His cock head inched out of hiding and flared when it was out in the open. Clear pre dripped down over the fat head.

Catching his breath Mitchell buried his face back into ass and I leaned in to take the cock head in my mouth. I wanted to swallow it all, feel it sliding down my throat. Instead, I stroked the rest of his length and practically made out with the cock head. I ran my tongue over his urethra, teasing it with the tip before using the rest of my tongue.

Muffled by my ass Mitchell let out soft pleading whines, his hand squeezed my ass even tighter. If that hadn't been clear enough to tell me what he wanted he started to grind his hips up, trying to sink more of his cock in my mouth. I put a hand down on his hips to stop him from moving. When he stopped stirring and let me move at my own pace I rewarded him by taking more of his cock in my mouth. I swallowed inch after inch without care for the drool coating my chin or the sounds I was making. By the time I had his cock down my throat it was covered with my drool.

I pulled my hand off his cock and placed it all on his balls. Mostly white with a spot of back Mitchell's balls were big, barely able to fit in the palm of my hand.

I lost myself in the act of sliding my mouth up and down Mitchell's cock. The taste of the pre that kept flowing and power I had over him was intoxicating. Mitchell's body reacted to every little thing. His cock would jump in my mouth when I gently squeezed his balls, only to fire a shot of pre when I released them. Mitchell had a vein along the side of his cock and if I trade it with my tongue his body would squirm underneath me, the pace only growing more frantic if I kept licking. The squirming was involuntary for him, but completely under my control.

Mitchell's cock kicked more and pulsed in my mouth as he drew to the point of no return with his orgasm. When he came to the edge and teetered on the precipice I stopped. I removed my mouth and hands from him completely, smothering him underneath my ass again. I waited, listening to his pleading whines again. Only when he needed to come up for air did I sit up.

"Fuck." the expletive was breathy and drawn out. He let his head rest against the ground as he panted like a dog, probably lightheaded from being under my ass for so long.

See he had come down from the edge of orgasm enough I crawled down his body. Rather than taking it in my mouth again I sat on his cock, pinning it underneath my ass. Placing my hands on the mirrors I looked over my shoulder to look at Mitchell. He was still catching his breath and let his arms flop down on either side of him.

"Let me do the work for now." I told him as I picked up my hips. I was reaching to grab his cock, but Mitchell grabbed hold of it first. Point it straight up he looked at my hopefully as I lowered myself down.

The first time I sat down I was too impatient, and Mitchell's cock ended up sliding between my cheeks, just barely grazing my hole. A frustrated sound came from my lips as I felt the slick length glide over my hole. The second time I was slower and waited until I felt press against my ass to line it up with my hole.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed my his down slowly, not letting myself grow impatient. Sinking back, I moaned low in my throat as I felt the fat head spreading me. My eyes closed and I hung my head as the moan became silent. The head felt wider than it was in my mouth and I savored the feeling of it sliding into me as it spread my ring. As the head popped into me completely it pulsed as I fisted my hands. Mitchell picked up the moan and grabbed a hold of my hips. Taking a moment to steady myself I pushed down and took the rest of him in quickly. Mitchell stretched me in all the right ways.

Moving Just my ass I started to bounce up and down. Each time my hips smacked down into Mitchell's lap the vibration radiated up my hips and made my belly jiggle. As I got into riding his cock more my whole body started to bounce. Opening my eyes I watched my body shake, the sight only made me want to go faster.

Mitchell's hands squeezed my hips tighter, digging blunt claws into the sensitive area. Unable to sit out any longer Mitchell sat himself up. I pressed my ass flush to his hips and shifted my stance enough to let him get to his knees. Looking at him in the mirror I saw Mitchell's face was screwed up in concentration. He was trying to last as long as he could and shifting position delayed the inevitable for just a bit longer. Sliding his hands up my body Mitchell grabbed hold of my chest, getting his hands full of soft lion moob. Laying his body down against mine he rested his cheeks in the middle of my back.

"Come on boy, fuck me." I growled and he started to move as he pulled on my nipples. His hands were jerky and uncoordinated as he pulled at my chest like it could produce milk. Moving his hips Mitchell did not disappoint. They slapped against my ass at a breakneck speed, the fat cock crushing my prostate in the process. If anyone was around they'd were sure to hear the smacking as his lap crashed into my ass.

In the mirror I watched my whole body shake after each smack. My thick thighs shook, and my belly wobbled. Letting go of my nipples Mitchell tried to wrap his arms around me and my moobs joined in with the bouncing.

It didn't take much longer before he came, and his hips stalled. "Don't stop." I growled as his cock pumped hot cum in my guts. Letting out a plaintiff whine he switched to deeper harder thrusts. I squeezed my ass tight as I could to milk his cock, willing him to stay hard as he came buckets into me.

Listening to me the boy did not stop even when the afterglow hit him. I could feel his cum running out around his cock. It flowed down my thighs, over my balls, and into a widening puddle between my knees.

Getting close to my own orgasm I let my hands slide to the floor and lowered down to it as well. Pulling my knees in closer to one another I raised my ass. Mitchell stepped up and planted his feet on either side of my hips. His hands pressed into my lower back for support. Bowing my back until my belly pressed against my legs I made his cock hit my prostate. He hit the button over and over again. In the mirror I saw his mouth hanging open and he looked forward in a daze.

As I came Mitchell didn't stop thrusting. Stars exploded in my vision before it became unfocused. Everything became an indistinct blob of color as the pleasure rushed to my head. I shut my eyes and rested my head on the floor as my cock shot cum on my belly and the carpet. The orgasm kept on going as Mitchell didn't stop and I didn't have breath in me to tell me to.

Listening to my demand too well Mitchell kept going, driving me into a second orgasm moments before he came again. Collapsing on top of me Mitchell panted as his cock unloaded in me for a second time. The combination of both loads filling my belly enough to ensure I got a belly full of fox spunk.

When we both managed to catch our breaths, Mitchell climbed off of me first and I kept my ass up in the air enough to keep the cum from gushing out. It did however trickle out. "Can you grab my underwear?" I asked, sometime after I had pulled them down they had gotten away from me. It took Mitchell only a moment and he managed to grab them. Since, I knew they would already he soaked with cum before long I grabbed them used them to clean up the inside of my thighs and my cheeks. Pressing them to my hole I stopped the flow of cum and focused on controlled breaths. Mitchell's cock had done a good job of opening me up and a cough was liable to get me spring a leak.

"H-how how was?" Mitchell asked as he gathered himself.

Rising to my face I chuckled. "Kid, we have to do this again." I told him, meaning it. "Somewhere we more comfortable floors. My knees ached, but I didn't mind it one bit.

"That's good to hear. Though, I still need to finish measuring your bottom half." He admitted. Sounding like a better excuse than any to stay I let Mitchell finish with his measurements. By the time he was finished I felt almost confident that I wouldn't spring a leak by the time it'd take me to get back to my car.

Recommending me a few patterns that would fit me, Argyle, Paisley, Plaid, Chevron and Stripes, Mitchell led me to the front counter. Ringing me up for tailoring half a dozen pants and shirts the total didn't cost all that much more than going to the usual places I shopped for clothes. Adding the discount on top of that the price was downright reasonable.

With the receipt for the purchases Mitchell gave me a claim slip I'd use to pick up the clothes. On the back was his number. I waited until I got to the car to add it to my contacts and sent him a quick message.

Thanks to my belly being full of fox cum my sweater was far too tight. Pulling it up I freed my gut and let it sit in my lap as I drove home. Keeping one hand on the wheel I used the other to rub along the overhang of my belly, giving it a soft jostle every now and then.