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Five-Star Review

SynTech Slushpile #16

By Danath

Tatsky © Tatsky

Ivy © QuilDewIvy

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Tatsky grinned into the web camera mounted above his monitor. The tanuki glanced down, fingers still rapidly tapping at the keyboard as he nodded, listening to the voice coming through the speakers. The brown-furred tanuki was short and heavyset, a few inches taller than five feet and a wide bottom that spread across the high-backed office chair he sat in. His stretchy black shorts squeezed around his plump thighs, while the t-shirt on his chest, which featured the logo of his college from back in the day, squeezed around his plump pecs and belly. Tatsky's tail was striped with angular lines of darker brown, while from his jaw to chest and belly, a strip of pale tan fur spread to cover his torso. The tanuki nodded again and looked back up at the camera, fingers pausing momentarily.

"No kidding?" he said. "We got booked for the entire convention?"

On the screen, the blunt, wide muzzle of a white-scaled cobra spread into a grin. A pair of emerald green eyes, which matched the smooth green highlighting on the inside of her downward-angled hood, focused on Tatsky through the camera phone in her hand.

"Yep! We got the whole con! The biggest technology and engineering conference of the year, right under our noses, and we're gonna get paid to cover it!"

"Yessss!"

Tatsky's grin stretched wider as Ivy went over the details. The snake was a staggering 24-feet long, though the tanuki could really only see her face and the upper part of her smooth, muscular shoulders. She was wearing a button-up shirt and a jacket, an unusually formal outfit for the photographer. Tatsky and Ivy worked together as freelance news reporters, and in this case, they were being hired to produce news coverage of the SynTech Technology and Engineering Experience, where the massive corporation unveiled the newest versions of its home consumer products - high end stereos, computers, 3D printers, and even wilder inventions and prototypes. The tanuki covered the event before, but this time would be the best, since it'd be for a paycheck.

"Do we have any projects we need to finish off beforehand?" Ivy asked. The camera dipped as she slithered down what Tatsky could see was a busy street. The tanuki got a monitor full of the bulging mounts of the cobra's triple-tiered chest before she swung the phone back up. "Excuse me," she said to someone off screen before turning her eyes back to Tatsky.

"All I've got is the headphones review. They just arrived."

"Great! I'll start packing equipment. They're comping us a suite at the convention center hotel as part of the deal."

"This is too good to be true!"

"Right? Okay, let me know how the headphones go. I'll check in with you later once I've got the bookings set up."

The screen went black, and Tatsky grinned as he turned his attention back to the open document on his other screen. He liked to write his reviews in real-time, describing the experience from the packaging to the comfort and fit to the actual sound quality or whatever it was he was testing and reviewing. Various websites used his reviews of tech, and often let him keep the testers sent by the companies.

In this case, the SynTech headphones were definitely on the higher end. Glossy and sleek, they featured extra-wide, over-padded muffs designed to fit comfortably against the inside of most types of ears. The band connecting them was solid and flexible to a surprising degree - when Tatsky gave it the bend test, he excitedly wrote a whole paragraph about the apparent strength of the expensive earphones.

The tanuki traced his claws around the headset, a wireless model that required a small plug on the computer, but otherwise installed itself perfectly. Tatsky made sure to mention that, as many times he ended up searching for drivers before some of the newer stuff would work, even though he religiously updated his machine. Settling them onto his ears, he wrote another few lines about the comfort before turning on a playlist of music. He listened to the same set with every pair, making sure to choose songs that stretched the bounds of bass and treble, clean and distortion: Dual Lupine's Physical, Best Tiger Singers's Black Swan, and more.

Tatsky nodded along as a driving, rhythmic bass beat filled his ears. The sound quality was, as expected, top quality. The tanuki stretched his arms towards his keyboard and tapped away, describing the almost undetectable compression - in fact, he was almost sure they'd achieved lossless headsets with this model. Tatsky shifted his hips to the side and back again as his breasts shoved upwards between his arms. With a grunt, he leaned forward, pushing the swollen t-shirt under the desk as he focused on the screen. He could feel his nipples dragging against his thighs as he tapped away, but he'd learned long ago to ignore it. The raccoon's tail bushed out as he kept going with the review, pausing every few seconds to listen intently to the music. He grinned as the song changed to one of his favorites, a high-pitched ballad with a train-like drumming in the background. Tatsky tapped his fingers on the desk, then leaned back and stretched his arms behind his head. The chair creaked beneath him as his chunky hips squeezed outwards against both armrests. The stretchy material of his shorts distended as his hips squeezed through the gaps and hung over the sides of the seat. The tanuki's eyes closed as he nodded along, muzzle opening partway as he occasionally mumbled out some of the lyrics. The shirt around his chest tore at the neck, threatening to split all the way as he took a few deep, relaxed breaths, while his wide and large tail flicked behind the chair, past his 40-inch hips.

The song was over in a flash, as if no time passed at all, and Tatsky grinned when she heard the next track start up. It sounded even better than the last two on the extremely comfortable headset. Stretching her arms back up into the air, the tanuki shifted her torso and hips again, readjusting the lay of the two-foot length jutting out over her thighs. The swells of her breasts tore through her shirt and she frowned, wondering if her old college sold larger sizes as the massive orbs flopped forward, draping around the base of her cock and resting on the tops of her thighs. Her heavy balls dragged lower, towards the back of her knees, as she scooted forward a touch and leaned back forward. Her claws tapped against the keys as she wiggled her plump, jiggly backside in time with the dance beat, sliding her chubby, meaty rump side to side. Her thick maleness batted back and forth between her thighs, easily as big around as her upper arm. The tip reached her knees as she squeezed her ankles into her huge balls and grunted. She often did that, a reflex she'd developed long ego. Ivy didn't like it when she did it in public, but the big tanuki never caught herself until she was already shoving her feet into the sides of the tremendous orbs, which hung well past her knees and scraped a few inches from the floor when she stood. Sitting, as she was now, they flattened across the floor and filled the gap between the tanuki's chubby calves. The thighs merged into her huge hips, which spread to more than fill the chair - the plump, deep-furred ham hocks spilled over and through the armrests as she shifted herself to try and get more comfortable.

"Ugh, I'm gonna have to use some of this paycheck to buy a larger chair. Hmmm... I wonder what kinda headline they'll put on this one," Tatsky said, licking her plump lips as she stared down at the screen. Her shoulders wiggled as the words flowed out of her easily. The review was really shaping up to be one of her better pieces, and she doubted it would require much editing once she turned it in. "Let's see... a splendid, resonant quality that sinks into the eardrums... smooth, yeah..."

Beneath the desk, her flaccid four-foot cock draped down over her knees, turning so that the head angled down over her knees. It wasn't really possible to keep it contained in the shorts, anyways, which she often just wore around her incredibly huge sac as a compromise. The tanuki's breasts squeezed together between her arms as the tops spilled over the edge of the desk, forcing Tatsky to reach around the plump, heavy swells to reach the keys. As her feet and ankles sank into her huge, cream-furred balls, slowly squeezing and massaging the oversized orbs, the broad, dark brown length of tanuki cock that hung from her hips to her knees to her toes flexed upwards and smacked into the wall beneath the desk. It curved over, angling down towards the floor, as the whole shaft thickened and hardened.

Tatsky hummed along to the next song. She was already nearly done with the review - she could only praise the miraculous sound of the SynTech headset so much before it would be repetitive. Definitely a five-star purchase for anyone serious about their sound quality, though, and the price really wasn't unreasonable. Tatsky grinned as she leaned back again, dragging her enormous bosoms from her thighs. The massive base of her thick shaft bulged upwards, free of the weight, but the tanuki's huge tan balls pinned the oversized length underneath, keeping it from flexing out and potentially drowning her computer equipment. She kept the mouse clutched in one large paw as her six-foot-tall frame stretched and reclined in the creaking office chair. Her belly served as a more than adequate mousepad as she stared over her tits, each massive orb swollen and jiggling, a dozen times bigger than her own head. Her love handles completely obscured the arm rests of the chair as she wiggled her tail through the hole in the back of the seat. Her sides didn't so much curve in as smooth into her plump hindquarters, which were even larger than the breasts jiggling from the tanuki's wide, plush torso. The tail stretched almost as long as she was tall, puffing outwards massively in the center before trailing off into a pointed tip. Under the desk, the tanuki's balls shoved in every direction, spreading her legs wider and wider. They also squeezed her growing maleness harder into the underside of the desk and wall, as the six-foot-long, half-hard shaft twitched and pulsed in response.The tip, already squeezed into one right angle in the upper corner, turned again when it reached the floor. The fat, broad tip shoved between and under her balls, working its way back towards the tanuki. Tatsky grinned as she felt her churning, roiling sac spread her legs so that they pressed out sideways from her wide hips, with the calves at a forty-five degree angle down either side of her immense balls.

Tasty did a quick proofread on her review - three solid pages, some product images courtesy of Ivy, and an updated headshot to accompany the byline, per request of the publisher. The tanuki grabbed her smartphone and hopped out of the chair, grinning as her chest bounced off the jiggly potbelly that squeezed down across the top of the thickness jutting from her thighs. The eight-foot cock was as thick as the tanuki's hips at the base and draped down the round, flattened swells of her balls as she took a few steps back. Immense, powerful muscles flexed and pulled beneath the dense layer of subcutaneous fat, half a foot deep in most places, dulled the impact, leaving only a vague shifting in her jiggly, bouncy backside. Needless to say, Tatsky never had any trouble heaving around her plus-sized equipment, though it could also account for why she was still freelancing as a journalist. Hopefully, with Ivy alongside, they'd both be able to get hired on somewhere as full-timers.

"Maybe SynTech could hire me!" Tatsky murmured. "With how good their stuff has been, maybe I could get to test out their tech before it's even released."

The tanuki held her smartphone out as far as she could. Her thick arms were only able to reach about a foot short of her actual nipple, but her massive chest provided a good base from which to rest the phone. Turning her head to the side and looking forward, chin out, chest up, the tanuki inhaled and smiled as she snapped the photo, the lower half of which was merely a blurry sea of tan fur leading up to a grinning, green-eyed tanuki head. She took a few extra with her ears cocked at different angles and more or less cleavage showing, but eventually settled on one and sent it to her computer, before slumping back into the chair and scooting her immense balls and nine-foot cock forward, rolling the shaft around underneath her sac with practiced ease - a trick she'd picked up at an internship long ago when she'd been stuck in a teeny tiny cubicle for hours on end.

Her chest squeezed down into her thighs, spreading around the base of her mega-sized cock, as she tapped out the last few details into her email and sent the photo and story off to the publisher. A notification popped up and Tatsky's plump cheeks spread into a smile, lips revealing bright white teeth as she beamed into her webcam.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeey, Ivy!" she said. "I just sent off the review. It was easy-peasy."

"Great! I've got details on the convention and the panels they want us to focus on. Get this - we're working for contractors who are working for SynTech. They're hoovering up any freelancers they can get for the project," Ivy said. The cobra appeared on screen to be moving through a park, slithering rapidly between trees on a narrow path. "Anyways, the bottom line is that SynTech's going to be reading every word that comes out about this convention, starting with us!"

"Wow!" the tanuki said. Behind her swollen posterior, less than half of which managed to fit between the armrests of her chair, the large ringed tail swayed back and forth at a dizzying speed. "Okay, get here quick, because I can't wait to hear all about it!"

"On my way!"

Tatsky realized suddenly that she'd made an oversight. She was still wearing the headset, but the audio was so clear and clean that it felt as if she were speaking to Ivy directly, person to person, rather than through a computer monitor and a smartphone. She quickly pulled up her article, added a paragraph, and resent the email with a note of explanation apologizing for the oversight.

The tanuki pulled off her headset at last and gently placed the instantly-beloved earpiece down on the desk, then rolled herself backwards, hefting her immense sac up with her legs as she went. The curvy, bottom-heavy raccoon gave a stretch as she stood up and looked around the apartment, allowing her immense rump to swing and settle behind her as the titanic sac rolled over her ankles and feet and spilled across the floor, tugging at the base of the massive length draping over it. Her "office" was just one corner of the main room, off of which were two bedrooms and a bathroom. The oversized couch beckoned, and Tatsky grinned as she flumped down into the stuffed cushions. Her backside spread across all three as she leaned back, letting out a sigh while her heavy breasts nestled down against her plump belly. The tanuki's thickness stretched away down between her legs and calves, with the tip reaching the floor and then some, pulsing a few feet past the end of the tanuki's swollen testicles, which were large enough that her toes couldn't stretch all the way to the bottom of them. She groaned as she relaxed further, sighing with pleasure as she settled her wide hips across the entire couch, filling it from armrest to armrest with plump and squishy tanuki butt. The cheeks flattened slightly, but remained firm, not saggy, thanks to the powerful muscles buried deep beneath the layers of fur and fat that let the tanuki, short as she was, swing her mindblowing assets around. Her hips wiggled, sending jiggles through her thighs and belly, as she stretched a paw forward and cupped her breasts, heaving them into more comfortable positions as she settled in. The tanuki's tail curled around her side, squeezing in against her thigh before draping down along her legs, twitching and brushing and teasing across the huge maleness. Another bad habit of the tanuki's, and one that Ivy was nudging her for doing in public all the time. Fortunately, she was at least able to keep hold of her tail during meetings.

This was the tanuki's favorite time of day: work was done, her shows were queued on the television, and Ivy was on her way over. Tatsky grinned as she kneaded her immense, swollen, pale tan orbs with her feet, rubbing and squeezing the taut, round balls as her thickness throbbed, rippling from base to tip. Another warm, pleasant sigh rolled past the tanuki's plump lips as she sagged backwards, eyes lidding over and cheeks reddening under the chocolate brown fuzz above her pale muzzle. One paw used the remote to start a show while the other used her nipple to start the other show. She had to pull her breast back towards her, almost curling it over on itself due to its volume and heft, just to reach the plump teat at the end, but it was always worth it. As the tanuki's enormous length shifted again, it lifted at the base, relieving the weight of the huge thickness, ten foot long and as thick as her own wide hips, for a brief, pleasurable moment, before settling back down to squeeze. Tatsky groaned, thighs tensing as the rhythmic up and down motion continued, with each lift pulling higher, dragging more of her half-hard length from the tiled floor in front of the couch. Her huge balls packed into the corner of the furniture and the floor, lifting her legs higher as she sank into the cushions, breathing hard and jiggling as her massive, swollen shaft lifted upwards, already starting to dribble a clear, musky pre-cum. Her tail slid around the base, squeezing and rubbing the soft, splaying fur across her flexing and stretching skin. Splatters rolled down the tip, beading on the tiles before sliding down the gentle, unnoticeable incline towards the drains installed around the corner of the room. That decision, made years previously, more than paid for itself, she thought, as she stretched her legs and squeezed her massive sac. The tanuki's breasts spread further over the base of the massive stalk as it lifted fully off the tiles for the first time, swinging into the air before slapping wetly back down. Gooey strands of pre-cum thicker than the tanuki's plump wrists dangled from the crown as she panted harder and massaged her breasts with both paws.

"Oh, you decided to start without me, huh?"

Tatsky's ears perked. She leaned forward, green eyes going wide as she saw Ivy's long, pointed tail tip follow the rest of her into the living room. The raccoon's enormous length, almost half as long as the snake, throbbed harder still as the tanuki nodded and grinned.

"I guess I just got so excited about the convention job!" Tatsky said, grinning shamelessly as her huge length drizzled and pulsed. "By the way - you should give those headphones on the desk a listen. They're amazing quality!"

Ivy's blunt nostrils flared and her jaw dropped half-open, allowing her nimble, long tongue to taste the musk and pheromones in the air. Her glistening white scales, interrupted by the formal business attire draped around her shoulders, continued at her "hips" and the rest of her long, uninterrupted lower body. Twin green racing stripes of the same emerald green ran down her sides, starting a foot or so below the swells of her tripled-up chest. The cobra grinned as she slithered closer, and Tatsky couldn't help but notice the swelling that stretched her button-up shirt outwards beneath the bottom pair of bosoms.

"Well then, I suppose I can tell you the details of the job later," the snake said, voice dropping into a lusty little hiss as she tickled her tongue against the inside of Tatsky's ears. Ivy's long lower body stretched across the room to the desk, and using the tip of her flexible tail, she picked up the headphones and set them down around the sides of her head. "Oh, wow! I can hear it so clearly!"

While the tanuki giggled and jiggled, Ivy drew the rest of her 24-foot-long coils up onto the couch, loosely wrapping and draping herself around the wideset raccoon's plump chest and broad maleness. Tatsky found his face shoved into the cushions as the shirt buttons slid across her cheeks, before she reached up herself to undo the cobra's shirt. The cobra's chest strained against the buttons and the tanuki grinned as the panting reptile's arms clutched at her shoulders.

"These are the best kind of details I like to hear about," Tatsky grunted, greedily stretching her fingers to splay across the cobra's wide bosoms, treating each one in turn as Ivy's lower half twisted and turned and squeezed around the bottom-heavy raccoon's lower half.

"Oh, one thing you should know," the cobra gasped, head pulling back, hood flexing as she sank her paws down into Tatsky's chest. "We'll have to share a room at the convention. Hope you don't mind. And wow... these headphones really are amazing. Can't get over them."

The tanuki's ten-foot thickness let out a dribble of precum that easily amounted to several gallons, followed by another as the stalk flexed, curving upwards between the cobra's coils. The tip of the snake's long body slid upwards at an angle, squeezing and caressing and clinging to Tatsky's smooth, hyper-sized shaft, leaving few gaps to see through. The cobra's twin, pointed pink arousals, spearing from the smooth slit below her chest and "hips," throbbed at full mast, several feet long, each reaching right to the reptile's upper bosoms. Her twenty-eight foot long body slithered and stretched as she coiled up around the short, heavyset tanuki, applying pressure in all the right places with her thirty-foot cobra body. Ivy grunted as she maneuvered her twin malenesses, each four-foot length smearing snake-seed across the groaning, jiggling, plump tanuki's belly and chest as she worked them between Tatsky's bosoms, while her coiling scales squeezed the enormous, plump orbs together. Tatsky's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ivy's body rippled tighter and tighter, massaging and constantly moving, teasing every inch of the tanuki's massive stalk and hyper-sized balls with her thirty-six-foot-long body as her six-foot shafts pumped deep into the shuddering, jiggling tanuki's cleavage. The cobra's tongue wiggled out, tasting the air as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of Tatsky's huge hips sliding across the cushions, pushing back against her clenching, rope-like body as she milked her partner's arousal with everything she could give - and considering the forty-odd-foot-long cobra's size, there wasn't much of the shuddering, gasping, fat-rumped tanuki she couldn't reach - all as the headphones blasted some amazing music.

"I don't... I don't mind sharing a room at ahhhh... all!" Tatsky gasped. "Oh! And you can keep those headphones. SynTech sent me... two... paaaiirrrrrsss!"

The end