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They Say That If You Do What You Love, You'll Never Work a Day in Your Life

By Danath

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Bathed in the bright pink and blue and purple neon lights flashing from the vainly illuminated business, Bo once again reconsidered. The reflections of the neon words flashed across his eyes; his ears couldn't help but fold down as he read the electrified enticements. Even as he stood on the sidewalk across the street, he could see the busy doorway opening and closing as patrons came and went. A large, broad-shouldered lion with a full black mane stood guard at the entrance. The name of the business behind him was spelled out in letters stretched and distorted by a powerfully built pair of pecs: Cary's Candies, in the same swirly, curly font as the neon letters glowing above.

Though the main entrance was well advertised and illuminated, with a fancy gold-frame double door and dark-grained wood, the polished glamor and lust faded by the time Bo's eyes traveled to his destination, where a single large neon light buzzed in a much dimmer, more subdued tone than the rest. The sign was tall and narrow, with a large arrow pointing down and curving slightly to a black metal door with no outside handle. A single word blinked slowly on and off underneath the arrow: "BOTTOMS".

Bo blushed beneath his dark brown fur as he glanced side to side for traffic before trotting across the road. He'd heard there was good money to be made at this place from a friend of his - or at least, his friend heard it from another friend who was told by someone at work, or something. After checking a few places online, the otter had a pretty good idea of what went on inside, and why so many of the people leaving wore satisfied smiles on their muzzles. There'd been rumors online, but nothing... specific. Lots of reviews like, "Satisfying visit! A+ service, don't forget to book ahead." Nothing explicit, but Bo thought he had it figured out. And if the money was half as good as he heard, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about this month's rent after all.

On the other side of the street, the otter turned towards the black door at the corner. He passed a pair of large males going the other way, one of whom turned his head to follow Bo's progress.

"Hey, you think that one'll be inside?" the wolf asked.

"Who cares?" the wolf's friend, a heavyset bear grunted. "As long as the muzzle's wet, I don't care who's behind it."

"Hah!"

The two turned the corner on their way to the main entrance. Bo paused in front of the black door, blushing hard. He hadn't failed to notice the prominent bulges of fat sheaths and enormous balls squeezed into their tight jeans..

There was a red buzzer next to the door. Bo pressed it, then stepped back as, instantaneously, the door swung open. A slim-shouldered fox with beige fur stared down the bridge of his muzzle at the otter. He held a tablet crooked in his elbow, dimpling it against his smooth, slender chest. He wore no shirt or covering up top, though a red lanyard draped around his neck with some sort of ID card attached. A pair of tight stretch pants in a shockingly bright yellow wrapped around the fennec's ample hips, squeezing and pulling taut around the wide, plump hips and thick thighs leading down into a narrow pair of calves and feet. The bottom-heavy vulpine licked his black lips and narrowed his eyes at Bo, whose wide tail instinctively curled between his legs.

The fox's eyes gazed at the otter, taking in every detail in just a few seconds, before the vulpine muzzle curled into a smirk.

"Well, you'll do, I suppose" he said. "Follow me."

Bo was about to ask a question, but he forgot it completely when the fox turned around. The full weight, the heft, the sheer plumpness of the fox's hamhocks registered with Bo for the first time. Each fat patty bounced and jiggled, clapping against each other with each dainty step of the paw. The thin yellow fabric stretched so much that sometimes creamy white fur poked through. What was more, beneath the hefty rump cheeks sat a fat, firm, round pair of nuts rolling up and down the backs of the fox's thighs like a pair of softballs.

"Well? I haven't got all night, you know."

The fox's tail swept down; like his hips, the fluffy tail was also oversized, and managed to mostly cover the thickness in the back. Bo shook his head and clamped his muzzle shut, then nodded and followed with his eyes averted. The door swung shut behind him, leaving him in a short hallway that opened into a small office area. The floors and walls were spotlessly white, and the ceiling was made of wall-to-wall light panels that exuded a soft, gentle glow. There was no artwork on the walls.

The fox's yellow stretch pants spread across a white-cushioned bench behind the built-in white desk around the corner as he took his seat. A sleek monitor flickered on and the fox's claws tapped rapidly at the keyboard.

"Name?"

The fox's tone was pure business.

"Bo Collam."

There were a few more questions before the fox reached under the desk and produced a printed lanyard. The fennec tossed it to Bo.

"You're all set. Pick any booth you like and swipe your card to sign in. Payments are transferred automatically. Booths close after three hours, but you can keep going after you take a break. Any questions?"

The rapid-fire wording put Bo on his back foot.

"Well, uh... I guess I... uhh..."

"Great, now, if you'll excuse me," the fennec said, standing up. His rump quivered and Bo's eyes widened. "I have some business to take care of elsewhere. Welcome to Cary's Candies, blah blah blah. Try not to drown, newb."

The fox flounced off, thighs working overtime to heave his massive trunk side to side. His tail lifted high, flicking from shoulder to shoulder at the curled over tip, allowing Bo to ogle as much as he liked. The fox strutted down a hallway lined with doors on one side before turning a corner and disappearing from view.

Bo glanced at the card in his paw. It had his picture, a security code - he was level 1 - and his name, plus the day he joined. His look in the picture was one of confusion, and with the white background, he realized it was taken while he was trying to focus on the fox's words instead of the fox's gigantic backside.

The otter turned down the corridor opposite the way the fox had gone, not wanting to risk becoming so distracted again. His heart thudded in his chest as he perked his ears, listening intently as he passed the closed doors, each of which featured a pair of lights - one green, one red - indicating if the booth was in use, as well as the picture and name of its occupant. Bo thought he could hear a few gurgles and moans sometimes, but even with as busy as the place was, considering how many doors were locked, it was strangely quiet.

He padded down another hallway, then took the right turn at a fork for no real reason, before he came across a green-light door. He pulled at the handle and looked inside, but the light was off. Bo glanced back up and down the hallway before shrugging and stepping inside. Once he closed the door behind him, soft lights cast a dim glow around the room.

Well, calling it a room was generous, Bo thought. It was hardly the size of a small bathroom. There was a monitor at the other end of the rectangular space, currently off, and a portal beneath. There were a few stools of various shapes and sizes along the wall, plus a narrow sink and stack of towels placed on a shelf higher up. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in pale pink tile, and there was a grated drain in the floor beneath the sink. Other than a small storage closet, there was a card reader on the wall next to the monitor.

Bo stretched his card up in his fingers and ran it over the sensor. The monitor flashed on, revealing various options, such as "Lights," "Display," "On/Off Shift," "Water Temp.," and others. A good chunk of the screen was dedicated to a black square with words in white font: "Waiting for camera permission from client..."

Bo reached up a paw and pressed the On/Off Shift button. The screen changed, flashing bright yellow with black test in bold letters.

"SHIFT STARTS IN 30 SECONDS"

Beneath, in smaller letters: "Did you remember to stash your clothes? Cary's Candies is not responsible for clothing cleaning costs."

The otter's eyes widened, then he grabbed at his shirt, tugging it off he long upper torso. He was slightly toned, but more from a good diet than from regular exercise, and his overall proportions were very average. He tugged off his pants, then balled them up with the rest of his clothes and stuffed them into the storage closet. He'd just gotten back to the portal when the monitor changed again, flashing to a message.

The words "On Shift" appeared in green in the upper right corner. In larger letters in the center, the message "WAITING FOR CLIENT" flicked on and off, white on a black background. There were a few buttons with icons around the edges of the frame - he could turn his camera on or off, increase or decrease the size of the aperture, and even change his "suggested tip" amount.

Bo's heart thumped in his chest as he sized up the small room once again. Was he really doing this? The otter licked his lips as second thoughts filled his mind. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Maybe he'd cancel. Maybe he'd...

The otters fingers stopped a few inches from the button on the screen that would turn his shift to off when the message on screen changed. His muzzle dropped open and his eyes widened as he gasped and jumped backwards slightly, still on his knees, scraping his bare fur across the padded space in front of the portal and screen. The aperture opened about as wide as both of Bo's paws put together in a fist before a deep, musky scent of arousal blew in through the opening, filling his nostrils. By the time a thick, slightly tapered dark-red shaft shoved through the opening, Bo was already leaning into it and opening his muzzle wide, stretching his jaw until the swollen, throbbing maleness filling his muzzle and pushed into the back of his throat. Bo took a breath through his nose before pushing further forward, and was rewarded as the tip blasted several shots of pre down the back of his throat before his lips pushed into the padded inside of the thin, but strong, wall separating him from whoever was on the other side.

A ball of warm, firm flesh pushed Bo away from the wall and he gasped as he pulled off. Inch after inch of thick, firm cock dragged from his throat as both of his paws swept up and wrapped around the suddenly proffered knot, squeezing and tugging until a few shots of pre-cum splattered across Bo's heaving chest.

A high-pitched whine carried through the nearly fully packed hole in the wall when Bo took a deep breath and dove back on, swallowing and squirming until his throat was as fully packed as the gloryhole. His lips spread, pressing into the base of the knot while both of his paws caressed and stroked the veiny base. The intense whines grew higher and higher pitched, sometimes easing in and out. The arousal in his muzzle fattened even more and Bo's eyes widened as he bobbed forward and back, throat opening eagerly to the invading tip.

The otter shoved and sagged forward, angling his neck and pushing upwards. His fingers splayed across the pad as he relaxed. Bo's eyes lidded over as the corners of his muzzles tightened ever so subtly - with his jaw so stretched, it was hard to smile fully. From the way Bo's cock jerked and bounced against his clenched thighs, though, it was clear the otter was enjoying himself just as much as the thick-dicked knot-haver on the other side of the wall.

Well, maybe not quite as much. Bo's throat worked slick and tight, a warm embrace on every thick inch of the fat knotted cock dripping down his throat. The otter's slim fingers squeezed along the shaft as he drew parly off to snatch a breath of air, only to slide back down and squeeze around the trembling knot at the base. Bo wasn't sure how many times he did it, but he didn't get to do it nearly as much as he wanted before he felt the whole fat shaft jerk and lurch as he made out with the knot, fully swallowing the huge cock. The eruption filled his belly with warmth and the otter sagged forward, greedily enjoying his reward as cum bubbled from his nose.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he swallowed around the huge shaft. Haven't been able to do this in far too long... just really... mmmmh... enjoy myself...

When the half-hard cock finally disappeared through the portal - completely clean, tongue-washed until it shone by the messy otter's hungry muzzle - Bo finally turned his attention to the monitor above him. Still licking his lips, he realized the "customer" on the other side was already done and checking out, so to speak. The time of the session was listed - a bit over twenty minutes, though it felt like longer to the otter as he squirmed on his knees, resisting the urge to grab his own hard cock.

The screen changed, scrolling new information:

RATING ... 5/5

COMMENT ... "Champion dicksucker, def recommend. You'll nut early, but you won't be disappointed. Turn on cam next time!"

TIP ...

Bo's cheeks burned as he read the horny review. Turn on cam? What did that mean? That he could allow them to watch him as he... Bo shivered and squirmed. Well, if it was for extra tips, maybe he would consider... After a minute or two, a number appeared on the last line and Bo's eyes widened. There was no way... that amount had to be a mistake... surely not...

The number didn't change. The "on/off shift" button flashed, waiting for him, as a new number appeared in the row of icons - the word "queue" in small letters and the number "2" beneath it. A queue? For him? Bo huffed, still smelling and tasting strongly of the canine's spunk. With a lustful shudder, the otter's finger stretched out to summon the next member of the queue once the chamber's self-cleaning process finished.

* * *

The next night...

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the mysterious 5-star rookie," the fox scoffed, though a sly grin stretched over his muzzle.

The thick-hipped male leaned against the frame of the door, smirking as his enormous rump fair blocked the entrance. Bo's eyes widened, then darted away as his gaze drifted from the voluptuous vulpine's slender torso to his narrow belly and wide, flaring hips, where a pair of extremely tight, neon pink shorts packed the thick rump cheeks together in the back. In the front, the neon-colored shorts wrapped around the fox's enormous balls, showing off the pair in the front this time, firmly snugged in under the beer can-thick sheath above. The fox's cock was out of its sheath and snaked over his hips before turning in a broad "U" back towards his knee.

"Guess I'm not too surprised to see you back, though. Only the boys who really... hmmm... enjoy... this sort of work make it for any... hmnnnn... length... of time."

The vulpine's fingers spread as he spoke, sliding down his bare upper torso, ruffling his velvet pelt on their way to his belly and then hips, first to sides, then inwards, squeezing and groping with each lustfully accented word and moan. After a moment, though, the fox blinked, then pursed his plump lips together and stepped to the side while motioning with his head for the otter to go on in. The fennec's large ears wiggled as he watched Bo walk by, and the otter's cheeks burned as he felt the lustful gaze.

"You remember the rules, right, rookie?"

Bo nodded mutely, desperately looking anywhere but the significantly fatter shaft now gently squirming of its own accord inside the fenenec's taut pink shorts.

"Good. I'm busy, so if you need help or have a problem, don't bother me about it."

The fennec swept off and Bo turned the other way, struggling not to look back and watch the shifting of the fox's affirmatively thicc backside. But the otter was even more excited about putting his muzzle to good use. Well, just until he was caught up on bills and paying back people he owed money to. It wasn't like he really enjoyed any of this. Desperate times...

Bo found a room, disrobed, and signed in.

Within five minutes, a familiar knotted cock pushed through the opening, already throbbing with obvious eagerness. Bo responded in kind, not wanting to disappoint. He found it even easier tonight to work the thick maleness, easier to swallow and grip and suck deep into his throat. Bo closed his eyes, relaxing and squirming forward, lips spreading open as he pushed his muzzle and nostrils into the thick knot as the canon stretched his tight, hot, wet throat. He dragged backwards, eyes still clenched as tight as his throat, only to swallow and lean back into the throbbing arousal. Bo could feel the seed and pre-cum rolling out of the corners of his muzzle, gathering on his chin and dripping down between his thighs, splattering onto his own hard pink maleness, but his fingers were too busy massaging the achingly hard, trembling knot at the base of the thick, smooth length to do anything about it.

Bo's tongue squirmed across the bulging urethra for a few more minutes until there was a violent pumping from the other side of the wall. The otter's slack figure shoved forward, bouncing himself off the pounding shaft until he could feel the maleness erupt deep inside him. His belly warmed and he clenched, shivering and moaning. His fingers dug into the knot, clenching rhythmically, not allowing the huge length to retreat as he slowly and patiently swallowed. Bo felt the warmth spread through him and moaned around the fat length. His lips pulled down as he finally relaxed his grip on it, only for a blast of pent-up seed to splatter across his muzzle, a nice little parting gift as the nearly limp cock, fully drained, hung through the gloryhole. Radiating satisfaction for a few moments before withdrawing, the portal closed and Bo licked his messy muzzle as he waited for the review...

Another good one. Five stars, amazing muzzle. Maybe a little too quick - slow down a bit next time. Makes sense. Bo squirmed, already planning a few tricks to keep his clients satisfied. His queue number shot up into the double digits by the time he was able to open the cubicle for the next customer.

An impressive amount of stallionhood squeezed through the opening and flopped onto Bo's side of the wall. The fat horsecock was black at the base, with a mottled transition to a dark pink starting at the plump medial ridge. It was easily as thick as Bo's wrist, and it wasn't even fully hard. The otter's cock jerked, dribbling, as the flashing on the screen attracted his attention.

The words "ACCEPT VIDEO?" appeared in small red text above the camera icon. As his paws stroked slowly from the base of the massive dong to the tip, teasing and tickling his slim fingers over the veiny maleness, he considered. He was a little curious about the owner of the cock currently grinding against his smooth, firm chest.

Leaning forward, he used one paw to keep the plump horsecock squeezed against his pecs while the other tapped the camera option, hesitated for a moment, and then chose the option to see the video from the other side, but not to share his own.

His monitor filled with the image of a muscular stallion. A dark hide of brown and black covered in short, coarse hair dimpled over firm, defined muscles. Bo's fingers squeezed, clenching the flared tip, as he watched the rippling abs and large pecs flexing inches from the camera. The stallion's body shivered in reaction to the otter's teasing, and Bo smirked as he pressed his lips to the tip. His eyes flicked upwards, watching the reaction of the well-hung horse in the camera as his muzzle gradually, slowly opened, partly enveloping the underside of the flare before dragging his lips and tongue down the urethra. The tip hung over his shoulder as he made his way down to the base, using both paws the whole while. He kept his eyes on the monitor, watching the silent image of the stallion shifting and twitching. The fat horsecock hardened quickly, and by the time Bo's muzzle worked back up to the tip, the whole length of the shaft glistened in a layer of otter saliva.

Bo's cheeks stretched over the flare. His tongue squeezed against the underside as he relaxed his throat and sagged forward, arching his back to push himself against the massive horsecock. He groaned as he felt his throat open and stretch, squeezing tight and hot around the huge shaft. The otter could feel the veins pulsing against his lips as he leaned further forward, and while the angle was bad, he could just see in the camera a stunned-looking stallion struggling to keep his knees from shaking.

Bo's throat distended as he swallowed deeper and deeper, easily holding his breath as he worked the fat horsecock down his gullet. It was so big and hard... so drippy... smelled so good... felt so warm... Bo's eyes closed as he hummed around the enormous length, then pushed forward, squirming and shoving and swallowing until his face smooshed up against the ring of the gloryhole. His ears flicked when he heard the sound and felt the vibrations of someone pounding the wall on the other side, but he didn't stop squirming and swallowing as he gradually backed his way off. Once he was able to get a good huff of fresh, musky, horse-scented air, he was back down to the base. His arms went straight, rigid, and his legs levered his hips upwards until he was on all fours, rocking back and forth so that well over a foot of fat, throbbing horsecock ground in and out of his stretched lips each time. At the furthest away from the gloryhole, he could see the close up of the stallion's trembling hips and belly and chest, muscles flexing and twitching as the big, powerful equine shoved himself as close as he could to the otter's amazing muzzle.

There was a muffled snort or two, then a long, drawn-out whinny when Bo faceplanted the base, his belly swelling with the outline of the flared cock inside his smooth, tight belly. The outline disappeared after a moment as another whinny rang out, then low moans as enormous pulses of thick, hot equine seed bloated Bo's stomach. The otter's eyes remained closed, but relaxed as streams of white seed poured from his nostrils and muzzle. He leaned forward, resting nearly all of his body weight on the massive horsecock, using it to support him as he stretched himself horizontally along the fat, flared maleness.

On screen, the stallion's hands pounded the wall to either side of the camera. Sweat streamed down his dark hide. The stallion's teeth flashed in the camera as he bared them, head tipping back, and another serving of horsecum flooded Bo anew. Relishing the moment, the otter squirmed and groaned as the flare rounded his belly even more.

Bo's stretched muzzle curled at the corners as he milked the base of the filling horsecock with both paws. Time to clean this big male up... gotta get a good review, full service... that's the ticket...

* * *

"Mmnnnh... three nights in a row? My opinion of you is quickly improving, rookie."

The fox wore nothing but a scanty, skimpy black g-string. The twine pulled to the side of his tail, fully disappeared in between his massive rumpcheeks. In the front, the central string spread his balls to either side, severely separating them, while the miniscule triangle of fabric acted more like a lasso than a pouch. It spread across the front of his furry white sheath, covering little of it, but keeping it pinned up against his slender belly. About six inches of vulpine cock of about the same girth poked out of the sheath and tipped slightly to the side.

"With all these good reviews you're getting, I may just have to try you out myself sometime," the fennec said, tail swishing behind him. "A blowie from the Five Star Rookie is a coveted thing right now, after all."

Bo tried not to look surprised, but little got past the voluptuous fennec.

"Hmm? You didn't know? The Five Star Rookie after just two nights is already causing the rumor mill to swirl, so I hear," the fox said, his voice low and raspy as he leaned in closer to Bo. "There are boys hanging around on the other side just waiting for a chance at you..."

Bo squirmed and gasped as the fennec's claws teased his neck fur.

"Hmnnn... I can see why. Too bad I'm busy, rook, but maybe we'll play later, if you manage to hold up after tonight."

The fox's hips slid forward and Bo felt the warmth of the full sheath as it smooshed against his backside. The otter stiffened in more ways than one as he felt the fox's lips against his ear.

"Now, go show 'em what you got, stud."

With a playful smack to his rump, the fennec turned around and swept down the hall, disappearing around the corner. Bo watched this time, licking his lips and fully hard as the vision of those dancing rump cheeks lingered in his mind's eye.

Shaking his head, the otter wasted no time reorganizing his attention on what was really important to him: getting his throat wrapped around a fat, dripping cock as quickly as possible, please.

To that end, he jumped into the nearest open booth and swiped in halfway through undressing. Opening his muzzle, he hit "accept next" on the screen and positioned his muzzle against the opening. There was a fun game he wanted to try...

It didn't take long for the aperture to open. As it opened wider and wider, Bo stretched his jaws to match. There was a brief pause, then a large tip pushed through and bumped against the otter's muzzle. It pulled back a moment, then prodded forward against the opening again. Bo, only able to see the wall an inch from his face, pushed forward against it as the warm, thick length squeezed against his tongue.

It was large, that was for sure. A smooth crown, with small, fleshy barbs down the shaft. The otter's eyes closed as he realized he was being served up an enormous portion of feline cock. Easy enough victory in the guessing game after all. But that wasn't the only game.

Even as the huge length stretched open his throat, Bo kept his muzzle planted at the hole, leaving no gap between it and his lips, so that the huge length pushed directly down the back of his muzzle and into his throat. The owner of the fat feline shaft wiggled it around, testing the angle and speed, making sure saliva coated all of the first half, before Bo felt him go deeper yet. And deeper... and deeper...

A familiar blissful sensation took root in Bo's belly and chest as he levered his body up against the wall, angling his hips and chest so the huge length could more easily pump down his stretched neck and into his bulging belly. He spread his fingers against the wall on either side of his head as the thrusting increased in pace. The flesh barbs rubbed against his insides, sending tremors down his arms and legs. He squirmed and groaned, snatching breaths of air when he could, as the fat feline arousal pulsed and twitched, hard and demanding as it plunged deep into his tight, hot throat again and again.

The barbs tugged him against the hole as the fat maleness suddenly pulled free. Inch after massive inch of flexing cock dragged across his tongue, each pulse an eruption of pungent, sticky white seed that flowed down his throat. Until the tip popped free of his throat, and then blasted the insides of his muzzle instead. Bo's tongue curled through the sticky jizz as the tip lodged between his lips. Guzzling, swallowing, greedy little otter on his knees, nursing the seed out of the massive feline arousal until there was no more to be had... but with a queue his size, there was no need to worry.

Bo would get his fill.

* * *

One week later...

"The mystery rookie of Cary's Candies returns!"

A wide-band jockstrap hefted the fennec's immense rump cheeks upwards, keeping his tail lifted as well. The pouch in the front bulged outwards obscenely, stretching a fantastic amount around the twin orbs and plump sheath. The package bounced and wiggled constantly, an ever-present visual distraction that Bo found hard to resist. The fennec wore nothing else, baring his sandy fur and slender upper body completely. The fennec's eyes, instead of looking away with boredom as was usual, focused on the otter in the entranceway to the bottoms-only entrance.

"Looks like your taste in clothes has improved," the fennec sniffed. Below, the thick white sheath stirred and half a foot of the vulpine enormousness hidden within revealed itself. "You almost look half-fuckable now, at any rate."

Bo grinned. That was high praise coming from the caustic fox, whose muzzle was as sharp as his words. The otter did look different, though, and for more than the new clothes. The wardrobe change was a necessity, as he'd found that after a week of earnings from Cary's Candies, he had more than enough tips to get caught up on the most pressing of his financial concerns. He even had a little leftover, which was fortunate considering his rump could barely fit into his pants by the end of the week. He wasn't eating anything different - other than the obvious. His small chest was thicker and smoother now too, along with his thighs and calves.

All of which he showed off now thanks to said wardrobe. A pair of cut-off blue jean shorts cupped his thick rumpcheeks just right and tucked up under the invitingly thick and smooth base of his wide, two-toned tail. Bo's narrow belly showed itself in the gap between a crop-top black metal band t-shirt diving down into his wide thighs. With his pudgy package clear to see in the tight shorts, Bo was flaunting himself like never before. He did feel a little bad about lying to people about his sudden income. His friends were shocked to see him over the course of the past week as he hit up the shops and ordered things online to try out, but he was satisfied with his choice tonight - especially as he got to watch the fat and heavy fennec dick push free of the apparently bottomless sheath.

"Hmmmnnn... you're gonna be busy once the word spreads the mystery rookie is back," the fennec gasped, both palms spreading across his wide backside. "Busy, busy, busy little otter..."

The sandy vulpine turned and swished down the hall, humming a tune as she headed off to whatever pressing business always seemed to draw her away. Bo, now used to it, grinned and did a little sauntering of his own as he made his way to an empty booth.

The screen looked familiar, but there was a new button shaped like a star. When he tapped it, a message appeared on screen along with a menu, though there was only one option listed. Apparently, Bo's performance and high reviews earned him some new features, including a special event.

The otter licked his lips and wiggled his rump. His tail wagged as he read the description, and his fingers stroked across his smooth, narrow belly as the meaning of those words fully sank in. Without hesitation, his finger stabbed against the screen, and a ranking board appeared. The top ten were listed, but only the top three were highlighted in gold, silver, and bronze frames.

The aperture opened after a few minutes after Bo went on shift, and he hungrily dove over the thick maleness that shoved through, squirming around the fat crown as he swallowed it down to the base. The veiny length jerked inside Bo's throat as a series of messages flashed on his screen - another bonus of his increased privileges. The messages were a variety of requests, not just camera requests: one way or two way audio, different camera angles, and more. Bo's attention refocused on the more throbbing business at maw, though, and shuddered as he felt he bucking maleness stiffen to complete hardness within his slick throat. The otter's eyes closed as the warmth spread through him and clenched and clenched and clenched, wriggling and squirming all the while until the incoming message requests stopped and instead the massive cock delivered a message of its own - by painting Bo's insides with an eruption of thick white seed.

There was a murmuring from the other side of the wall and a few raised voices. The otter leaned forward, trying to listen through the half-closed aperture after the spent arousal withdrew before allowing him to properly clean up. He heard a few words - "terrible," "no time," "better." The otter remembered the screen change and looked up, and there indeed was something now listed next to the top place in the gold frame: a picture of the massive cock he'd just been throating and a pair of letters - initials, probably. There was also a time listed in minutes and seconds.

Oh, Bo thought a little guiltily. The contest. Right.

For an extra big guaranteed tip, the clients could try to last as long as they could, with the winners reserving the right to queue jump for him in the future a few times. What was not to like? Though Bo would have enjoyed taking a few extra minutes on that last one...

The aperture opened and the sound of voices grew louder.

"...best little cocksucker ever."

"Bet you won't last ten minu-"

The sound went muffled and indistinct when a thick, pale pink cock pumped through the opening. Bo grinned. Time to set some records.

* * *

Another week later...

Bo's plump lips pursed and his long eyelashes fluttered. The bottom-heavy otter's thick tail lifted as he swayed his hips playfully from side to side, causing an enormous amount of jiggle in the shiny black shorts squeezing around the thick cheeks. A sleeveless zip-up jacket hid a bit of his shoulders and his plump pecs, but left his bare belly on display by ending just below his sternum. The narrow, smooth stomach flared into the wide hips supporting his badonkadonk, all fully displayed for the fennec fox slowly pacing around him.

"Hmmmnn... oh, yes... mmnnh, oh, Bo... yes, Bo, yes!" the fox murmured, eyes dancing around the otter's thick backside and prominent bulge on the front, which nearly doubled in size over the course of the week. "You finally look like a proper Candy! Now you not just perform like a pro, you look like one, too!"

Bo grinned, especially when the fennec's palm spread across her left cheek and squeezed, dimpling her thick dark brown pelt. Only after her paw disappeared near to her wrist did the fennec relent and relax, leaving Bo gasping and showing more bulge than ever.

"Yeah, a proper Cary's Candy now," the fennec said, a note of pride in his tone. "There's already a line in advance waiting for you, so get to work, rookie!"

The fennec practically shoved him into the nearest unoccupied booth. Bo settled in, and took care of three clients in rapid succession, leaving his muzzle and torso a spunky mess as usual.

The fourth customer, though, didn't immediately shove a half-hard cock through the aperture. Instead, a message icon flashed on Bo's screen. The otter tapped it, and his eyes widened. A peach-shaped icon flashed, apparently sent by the person on the other side. Squirming his hips side to side, Bo licked his lips and considered. He was really into oral, but was he willing to go even further? Another emoji-message came through: "$$$"

Well, that made the choice easier. The greedy, thick-rumped twink otter sent back a thumbs-up, and a moment later, his eyes widened at the size of the charcoal back shaft that thrust through the opening. It was easily as thick as his own bicep, and a pattern of fat, throbbing veins ran from the base to the fat crown at the tip. The dark skin wasn't quite black, but a deep shade of gray speckled with little bits of lighter color. Bo ran his palm along the underside of the behemoth, feeling the heft of the fat, dripping cock, as well as the plumpness of the thick urethra.

Bo had his lips wrapped around the base of the fat monstercock before he realized it, then guiltily pulled back slowly, tonguing the massive arousal all the while. Well, it did need some lube, didn't it? Though from the amount of salty pre-cum dripping onto the otter's muzzle as he made out with the tip for a few brief moments, maybe the big cock produced enough of its own.

The otter's chest rose and fell quickly as he pulled off with a slurp, then turned around and pushed his thick, taut rumpcheeks back against the tip, squirming as he felt the massive shaft hotdog his plush bottom. There was a muffled grunt from the other side as Bo worked his hips up and down, caressing the thick, pulsing member until he felt warm drizzles soaking into his dense pelt. The otter's wide tail lifted upwards and flattened against the wall above the hole as he leaned forward, letting the tip drag down until it pointed straight between. The thickness trembled and spit, coating the insides of his thighs with sticky, warm pre-cum as he prodded himself backwards against it.

Bo bit his lower lip and gasped as he felt the fat tip squeeze into his tight hole. It was big, and he wasn't as experienced with this as he was with his throat, but the need was overwhelming. His cock, though small compared to the dark shaft squeezing into him, throbbed with need as it bounced off of his slim, smooth belly. Bo's muzzle dropped open and his eyes closed as he leaned backwards, grunting as he slowly opened to the monstrous arousal.

The fat shaft suddenly pulled backwards. A splurt of thick seed washed across his rump as Bo fell back towards the wall, only for the massive shaft to plunge back in. The otter's paws clenched on his thighs as the huge shaft penetrated, then drove in, filling his rump with the hot, warm thickness he craved so badly. His throat opened and he squealed, unable to stop the needy warbles as the slick heat pumped deeper. He squirmed backwards, shuddering and moaning as he clutched at his belly, shifting his grip until he could feel the head of the huge cock stretching him from within.

All too soon, his fat rump cheeks spread against the wall to either side of the hole. His whole body jerked and lifted, forcing him to his toe tips as the massive length shoved deep, pulled back roughly, and pistoned in again, each time lewdly bulging his belly.

Bo came. He couldn't stop it any more than the constant gasps and moans echoing from his muzzle. His tongue curled out, still tasting the thick gray cock, as his plump thighs flexed and tightened each time the enormous member hilted him. He leaned back, shoulders and hips flat to the wall, hands outstretched to the sides. His feet wiggled forward, forcing his hips back against the hole despite the forceful thrusting that made him bounce off.

All too soon, it was over. Bo's belly shifted, wobbled, and then bloated, fattening up with an impossibly thick, rich load of fresh spunk. The otter's throat opened and he caterwauled, huffing and gasping and crying out as he felt the massive shaft empty deep inside. His fingers dug into his stomach as he came again himself; the massive arousal crushed his prostate, forcing a series of shuddering jerks from his body that seized him up completely. Tighter than ever, he clamped around the invading maleness so hard the male on the other side couldn't even pull back for another thrust. The sound of hands thumping on the wall echoed through as Bo's legs lifted off the floor, knees bending until his thighs squished into his potbelly and his entire weight shoved down on the enormous length.

Hefted by the single massive cock alone, all Bo could do was squeal and cum, cum and squeal, as the owner of the thick meat struggled to thrust despite the clenching rump. It wasn't until the massive cock went soft, completely drained and milked, that Bo felt his hips relax. His legs wobbled as he tried to catch himself on the floor, but he ended up falling forward onto his knees. The huge length sprayed his back and upturned ass with a few back-up loads of cum as the otter's rump drained, emptying his overfilled belly.

The otter moaned, head in his paws, shivering and shaking as he felt the echoing twinges of brutally huge pleasure surging up his spine, triggering a sympathetic after-orgasm that made him cry out again. The fat gray cock hung through the hole for another moment, then slowly and carefully pulled back.

After Bo recovered, he looked at the screen, which showed his earnings for the session. The otter's eyes widened and a lustful, greedy smile took over the slutty otter's cute muzzle. Dollar signs indeed, he thought, shivering as more cum streamed down the insides of his thighs.

* * *

The next week...

"Oooh, you're almost my size, you busy little otter!"

Bo's wide eyes stared upwards before his face disappeared in the bare fur of the fox's chest ruff. The sandy white fur enveloped his muzzle as the fennec's paws reached around, digging in and squeezing the plump, impossibly thick otter ass. The stretchy fabric of Bo's shorts dimpled in as the fennec eagerly groped and squeezed, all while the vulpine sheath and balls, prominently shown off in a pair of half-exposed pink panties covered by a tiny pink miniskirt, rubbed into Bo's belly and chest.

"Mmmnnnnh, yessss... you've definitely got potential."

Bo's cock hardened, creating a thick, prominent bulge in the front of his tight white shorts. Though he was nowhere near the fox's size - the fennec's member was already half-hard and stretched from Bo's belly to his shoulder - the otter was indeed growing. Besides adding another half-dozen inches to his fat, plump backside, Bo's fuzzy tan sheath was significantly thicker around as well, almost the size of a two-liter soda bottle, while each fat, taut orb beneath was the size of his own head. They were big, but due to the sheer width and plumpness of his thighs, the short male's package appeared smaller than it actually was. His pink tip squeezed up from within his shorts, then climbed against the fennec's arousal, sliding over the exposed vulpine urethra. He was large enough to stretch just to his nips, but he was, he realized with the same greedy, lewd satisfaction as ever, that his cock was thicker than the fox's.

As if reading his mind, the fennec's paws shifted, sliding around to grasp either side of the base of Bo's shaft. The fennec's long, narrow fingers clenched, then slid upwards with a rippling motion, only for one paw to go back down halfway through the motion.

"Don't go getting any funny ideas just 'cuz it's thicker, otter," the vulpine growled. "Remind me to tell you who's in charge around here someday. He'll probably want to meet you soon at the rate you're going."

Bo's eyes crossed and his tongue fell over his plump black lips, now larger and fuller than ever. His shaft hardened up completely and a few thick drips of clear pre-cum formed at the tip, which the fennec casually swept up in his long, dextrous tongue.

"Anyways, you've got an offer for the party room. Wanna do it?"

The entire time he spoke, the fennec's fingers teased and squeezed Bo's cock. The otter, more used to being on the other side of such an interaction, moaned and gasped, clenched his lips and shivered, and tried not to totally give in and hump the fennec's incredibly talented fingers. The otter was already learning a few new moves to try as he felt vulpine teases around his sheath. All he could was squeeze his eyes closed, hold his breath, and nod furiously as what happened next sent a shuddering blast of pleasure all throughout his body, followed by a few good spurts of pre-cum that rolled down his length and soaked into his fat nuts.

"Good boy. And remember: the customer is always right."

Using Bo's cock like a leash, the fennec briskly led him down the hall and to a door. Though it looked the same as any other, it was larger, and featured various pieces of furniture on which to lean, straddle, or dangle. Bo let out a gasp when the fennec's fingers pushed into the middle of his lower back, propelling his wide hips through the door.

"Good luck on your big debut, rook!" the fox said, grinning maniacally as the door closed and locked.

Bo whirled around when he heard a sudden rabble of voices from the other side of the wall. The room was about 4 times larger than usual, and there was no aperture or screen on the dividing wall. Instead, the otter, realized suddenly, the entire wall raised straight upwards into the ceiling. It rose slowly, only a few inches at a time, but Bo could clearly see three large pairs of paws and one pair of hooves through the gap already. Very large paws, and simply massive hooves. The glossy black hoof walls were twice the size of any of the paws, which were already two or three times the size of Bo's own feet. The otter stared ahead, shivering and gasping, as his fat pink cock dribbled and throbbed, still hard thanks to the fennec's teasing. The fat-rumped male shifted foot to foot with excitement as he watched the door rise, revealing strong, muscular calves.

And allowed the sound to carry more easily.

"...so I said, sure, let's get the party room to celebrate! We've earned it, right?" one of the four said.

As the door lifted higher, reaching their upper chins, Bo's eyes widened. There, hanging between the shins of the hooved male on the other side, was a massive black flare, just the tip of an incredibly thick tool.

"I haven't tried this before. Any rules?"

"Nah, they're trained to handle most anything."

Four pairs of knees, and soon the swinging tips of the other three fat cocks swung into view. There was the horse, of course, but now also a pair of canine tips and a fleshy barbed feline shaft, the biggest after the stallion's. Bo's cock twitched, causing even more thick pre-cum to roll down the tip of his massive cock. His hips wiggled, shifting and jiggling as he nervously pulled at the straps of his g-string.

"Fuck, I'm pent up. Haven't cum in a week. Closing this project was a killer."

"You said it. Two weeks for me."

"Shit, I haven't had time to cum in a month."

Wide, strong hips. Hard, muscular bellies, all four etched with impressive six-packs. A pair of wolves, one gray and one brown; a massive golden lion with a treasure trail running from the base of his mane at his neck all the way down between his hard pecs and belly to his crotch; and of course, the immense stallion, easily the tallest by over a foot, with biceps that looked as big around as Bo's chest.

The gate lifted all the way. Four expectant gazes settled on Bo, then four muzzles turned upwards in horny, toothy grins. The stallion's immense shaft lifted upwards immediately, pulsing and shifting as it bounced and slapped off his thighs.

"You slackers... been longer than that for me," the horse said, his large eyes narrowing on Bo's slim upper body and chunky backside. The stallion's black-skinned balls pulled up taut, but were so swollen and overloaded with need that they weighed too much, and sagged back down well clear of his knees.

Bo's muzzle dropped open as the four huge males stepped forward in unison, and then they were on him. Rough, heavy paws groped at his chest, dug into his ass, gripped the insides of his thighs, and curled over his shoulders and neck. Tugging and dragging him back and forth, he found himself sandwiched between the lion behind and the stallion front, with both of their huge arousals fighting for space despite the thickness of Bo's lush, plump otter butt.

Glaring at the feline over Bo's shoulder, the stallion snorted.

"Back off, kitty. I have a powerful need."

"Nah, you're gonna ruin him for the rest of us if you go first."

"Well what about us, then?" the two wolves chimed in unison. Bo's paws, stretched to the sides, were already wrapped around their thick, red, dripping arousals.

"Wait your turn!" the lion and stallion replied, also in unison.

The two big males glared at each other, then relaxed and shrugged, coming to an unspoken agreement. About what, Bo wasn't sure, until he felt both immense arousals squeeze higher against him, under his tail, both intent on...

The otter's fists clenched around the knots of both wolves. His fat rump cheeks dimpled in the combined grasp of the titanic stallion and buff lion. The big cat's mane surrounded his head, somewhat muffling his gasping cries, as the thick stallion flare thrust in first followed by the barbed feline length after, only to trade positions, with one sliding in as the other slid out. Their paws grasped and shoved on Bo's hips, forcing him lower, spreading him open with practiced ease. The stallion's hot breath washed across Bo's muzzle as he felt the huge flare stretch his narrow stomach, only to be replaced with the incredibly ticklish barbs next.

His whole body bounced and his fat, thick cock slapped across his smooth, flat pecs and the fingers of the wolves as they groped at his small body. He clenched and squirmed, gasping and groaning, wriggling and cumming, a hot little sleeve toy for the two big males. Bo couldn't stop, couldn't get enough, as they worked themselves to the hilts, trading places and ensuring he was being constantly overfilled with far too much hot, thick, powerful shaft.

"Fuck... he's... really tight," the muscular big cat gasped.

"What, you gonna... shoot... nnnnggggh... already?" the stallion retorted, though the efficacy of his reply was called into question as his eyes closed, his nostrils flared, and one of his hooves scraped across the floor like he was readying to charge.

"Ah, fuck... ahhhhhh.... Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!"

The lion's cock erupted. Bo's belly inflated, and the fat-rumped otter's hips clenched tighter than ever before. The stallion's flare fattened substantially as he snorted, surprised that he was already dumping his load right after the beefy lion went off. Bo's throat opened and a gush of thick white cum from both huge males slopped out of his muzzle and over his chest and cock, bathing him in the thick seed as his fat belly refilled almost immediately.

"Nnnggghhh... fuck, I can't... stop... cumming!" the stallion panted. His paws groped at Bo's hips, dragging him down and keep his massive flared length buried deep.

"Fuckin... tight... as... fuck!" the lion growled in agreement, as his fleshy barbs squeezed against both the stallion's flexing length and the shifting inner walls of the stretched out otter.

"Hurry up!" one of the wolves said.

"Yeah, if he can take both of you at once," said the other, "then he can take both of u-uhhhhh-s too!"

The wolf's words, interrupted by a fresh squeeze on his fat knot by the overfilled otter, made the little male squirm and clench even harder as he imagined those fat knots slamming into his juicy, oversized bottom again and again and again... just thinking about it made him so good and horny that he wanted to squeeze so nice and tight...

The stallion's whinny and the lion's roars filled the room as the huge males suddenly came again, both at once, refilling the squirming otter all over as the tight male's superpowered rump writhed and squeezed and milked them like nothing they'd ever felt before.

"Fuck!"

Back in the main office, the fennec spun lazily on his chair, watching the camera feed on screen as the huge flare popped free, causing Bo to squirt all over again. The overhung fat-rumped fox smiled, lips curling into a devious grin, as he watched Bo's muzzle open wide in a soundless squeal of pleasure, before a knotty wolf shaft filled the small male's cheeks.

"Such a good employee," the fennec murmured. "I'll have to bring him on full-time. Won't be any good to let a slut like that out in public. Him, in clothes? What a waste."

The fennec's massive, long cock flexed upwards, growing harder and thicker. He lifted a paw and snapped his fingers, and two moaning, drooling femboy twinks sidled up to either side of the vulpine. Neither were anywhere close to Bo's size. The fennec relaxed into the seat as one of the summoned workers worshiped his balls, the other his growing arousal, all while the fox's eyes focused solely on the otter's jiggling body on the screen.

"And I'll have to introduce him to the boss..."

The end