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The towering bull and the rat stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The chubby rat, Sim, stared at his boss, holding his quickly deflating cock, and eventually moved his hand over his newly reformed sack. But thanks to the new size, there was nothing he could do to hide it, even if he had from the moment the door opened. "I-I..." Sim stammered before the bull took a deep breath and closed the door. Sim shivered and seemed to shrink in the seat as he heard his bosses deep voice. "Meet me in my office as soon as you can, Mr. Bergink." And without another word, Sim heard the heavy footsteps of the muscular bull.

Sim looked at his feet, at the pants now too many sizes too small for him to cover himself properly. And he was supposed to walk through the office like this? He wiped sweat from his brow and muttered to himself. "What do I do... What do I do...?!" As Sim muttered he wiped sweat from his brow and started scratching his neck. "At least the itching's gone... Maybe I can wait here, and after everyone left, I just sneak out...?" And as the words left his mouth, his eyes darted to the door again. He still hadn't locked it. The rat reached for it but stopped an inch away. "Fuck" He whispered and pulled his pants up as far as they went. He tied the belt around his waist, but the udders were left hanging outside, no matter what he'd do. And as the last resort, he took his beige button up shirt and tied it over his groin. Not the best look, but at least he'd be modest. He looked to the mirror. And he looked like a damned mess. Fur damp from sweat and dishevelled, and wearing his sleeveless undershirt, making him look like he was getting high in there. But what choice did he have?

The chubby male finally opened the door, and stepped out before making a beeline for the safety of his cubicle. While the rat got a few curious looks, it looked like no one gave him a second thought. Or at least enough of one to look at him more closely. And much to Sims relief, he sat down without further incident. He buried his face, almost wanting to cry. His loins having calmed didn't help him at all. It was still too much for him. "You alright? You look like ass." His colleague asked, looking over the cubicle. "Seriously, go home, you're not good" The mongoose urged. "Nah, I-I'm fine. Just have to save this, and I'll go see Mr. Sommer, and then, alright?" He replied, trying to smile to the man. "Don't worry so much, I'll manage." He finished, getting a nod from the other male. "Alright, alright. Just don't be long. And put your shirt back on." He said, turning away and sipping his coffee.

As Sim looked at the clock, almost 3pm already, and none of his work for the day was passably done. He had to figure out something later, but he had bigger issues. As he sat and shifted, trying in vain to find a comfortable position with the udders. And each movement made the slowly growing damp spots on his shirt spread. He was psyching himself up to go see Mr. Sommer, the bull he called boss, when his train of thought was cut short as the low voice boomed across the room. "Mr. Bergink! I'm getting tired of waiting!" The command made the brown rat jump up and call back "On my way, Sir!"

As fast as he could, he ran to the office, and closed the door behind himself. "Yes, Sir? I-I'm sorry for doing that in the office. I have no excuse" He blurted out immediately, gaze down at the floor as he waited for the larger mans reply. The rats hands rested over his groin, trying to hide the damp spots an a strange smell filled his nose. The ever slight sent was sweet to him, and ha was already making a mental note to ask about it, if he isn't in as big a trouble as he knows himself to be.

"Ah, yes. I was going to ask about that. I saw something a lot more than just an employee whacking it in the toilets. I saw the employee spill a lot more than their seed too." The bull looked at the rat. "Look me in the eyes, Mr. Bergink." And Sim did as he was ordered. To his shock, he found that his heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. The suit that hugged his muscles. The long, thick horns on his head, each half the length of the bulls arms. And the rat couldn't help but stare, shivers running down his spine.

The bull smiled as he saw it. A scent at his nose too. Something very similar to what he had smelled very often. It was that of his own species arousal. Though he was intrigued, he couldn't be sure what was up. Maybe the rat had some fun before. But it didn't matter. "What got into you? I've never seen you act like this. And for gods sake, you won't be fired if you're sick. Ask someone else to finish up the report, and leave!" He yelled to the rat, whose eyes went wider, and his frame seemed to shrink in front of the bull. "But... It was important, and only I had the knowledge on what to write." Sim argued. "Then do it from home. I can't have you infecting everyone here!" As he was being chastised, the rats cock more erect with each word. They echoed in his mind, and he had no clue why it felt... Right. "Yes, Sir" he muttered and nodded along.

"And for the love of gods, wear your shirt properly! We don't do casual dress days!" Sommer screamed, making the rat jump before he took the shirt off his waist. Neither said anything for a few minutes again, as the rat's cock grew to full mast under the scrutiny. And the bull was sure now what it was. It's the rat's scent. He didn't see things at the toilets after all. And the sight made him grin, and his pants tent. "So... I did see that after all. What happened?" He demanded from Sim. "I-I don't know, Sir. It turned into this today. That's why I was there, and that's why I haven't been able to work." He said, panting and trying to get his wits about him. The sweet scent filling the room was starting to make him lightheaded. And the new erection only made things worse. All on the display for the bull.

"Alright. Now, make me coffee. And use your milk, why don't you?" The muscular male asked, tone careful to see if he'd really do it. And to his surprise, the rat blushed and walked to the bulls personal coffee maker, and started brewing a cup. "So, what now? Are you planning on keeping with your work? Find something new? If you're aiming for the latter, I have a position open I think you'd be perfect for." Sim didn't reply, thinking of his options. More than anything, he just wanted home. Or at least had wanted minutes before. But he wasn't sure anymore.

As the minutes passed in silence, the coffee was brewed. And once it was, Sim brought the cup to his groin. "Ummmm... Sir, what dud you mean by my milk?" He asked carefully, making Sommer laugh. "The one from the nipples, not the one from your cock." With his answer, Sim moaned as he squeezed a nipple, making the milk spurt out both on and in the cup.

Sim brought the cup to his boss, giving him the first up close view of his udderballs. As Sommer took the first sip of his coffee, he reached out and gently groped it. The chubby rat didn't protest, and only moaned as the strong, rough hand touched his sensitive organ, making his cock twitch and a drop of milk to drop from one of his nipples. "Sensitive, aren't you? The job would be my secretary. I'd take good care of you~" The bull smiled and kept groping the udder. The rat couldn't stand still thanks to it. Nor think clearly. "You don't have to say anything. But if you agree, all you have to do is drop your pants."

It took the rat some time before he muttered "Fuck it" and dropped his pants, leaving himself bottomless, and entirely oblivious to the co workers looking at him, jaws dropped, through the glass walls. "Good~" The bull said as he leaned back and turned towards Sim. "First, why not see how well you handle your mouth?" He asked, making sure what he wanted crystal clear. And the rat dropped to his knees. He crawled a bit forward, till his nose touched the bills groin. The sweet scent was even stronger, and it was driving him crazy. He'd be more than happy to spend the rest of the week there. But he knew that there was more to do. Sim took the zipper between his front teeth, exposing the bovine shaft before him. The chubby rat gasped as the scent hit him harder, and the glorious cock hit him on his forehead.

Not waiting a second, Sim moved his head to the tip, and took his boss in his inexperienced but eager mouth. He began bobbing his head up and down, taking a bit more in his mouth with each one. The brown rat tilted his head from left to right as the scent and taste drove him to go deeper and faster. But even when he loved it, there was a new itch. Small, and barely noticeable, but there. Not on his udder or cock this time, but in his rear. The rats fingers quickly found their way to the needy hole, and he began scratching. But no matter how much he did, it didn't help. Not until the finger accidentally slipped in and he started fingering himself. And while it helped, it was clearly not what he needed.

Sommer panted in lust as he moved his hand over his new secretary's head. While more than a little sloppy, but good enough for starters. And he'd learn in time how to do it perfectly. As the sloppy blowjob went on, the more of their colleagues were behind the glass, watching the show. But after a few minutes, Sommer was ready to move on. "That's enough." He panted, and pulled the rat off his length. "Time for you to sit in my lap~" He chuckled, and gently tapped Sim's nose with his 20 inches. "Yes, Sir!" The rat replied eagerly before jumping up and turning around. The rat leaned forward, while spreading his rear so the bull can line his cock up with him. And Sommer does, pressing the tip to the needy rear, and Sim moaned as he sat down, not stopping till he sat on the bulls lap.

Sim moaned again as he ground his hips, ignoring the searing pain from something penetrating his virgin depths. Even with it, Sim was swimming in bliss and loved every second of it. And then the bull started thrusting up, and making the rat bounce on his lap. One of the hands rests on the chubby secretary's hip, while the other roughly pinches the nipples on the udderballs and gropes it. The rat moans and whimpers as he's used and finally looks to the glass walls and sees everyone in the office, looking at him being fucked hard. He open his mouth a few times before looking to his boss. The bull just chuckled at him, and pushed the rats face under his armpit, sending the poor man into another haze, as his body relaxed with the strong scent.

It didn't take more than a few more thrusts for the rat to stiffen again, as he squirted cum and milk all over the floor. As he reached his climax, his rear tightened, sending his boss over the edge as well. He pumps rope after rope in the rats rear, thrusting a few more times as he came.

After a few minutes of both of them panting and catching their breath, as the audience had had it's laugh and took it's pics, Sommer spoke up. "You'll be here at 4am every morning, and your work station is under my desk. I expect a fresh cup of coffee and a spotless office each morning by the time I arrive at 5am." He commanded, and Sim couldn't help but reply with an enthusiastic "Yes, Sir~!"