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Fast Food Vol.2

Round 2

Shakal belongs to Shakal Mint belongs to Taiko The characters within the story were used with the owner's permission. This story may not be redistributed without the permission of the above.

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Shakal glanced at the menu. He'd stopped in at the restaurant for a quick bite to eat over lunch, but the place was strangely empty. When he'd arrived, a tiger in a chef's hat welcomed him and told him the waiter would be out in a few moments.

Shakal was a black panther of average height. He went to the gym, but his body developed a lean runner's build rather than anything overtly muscular. Besides a white patch on his collarbone, the panther was completely black furred, with striking amethyst eyes. Dressed in a short-sleeved dress shirt and khaki pants, the panther looked for all the world like any of the other thousands of employees looking for lunch downtown. Strange that this place was so empty, then.

The restaurant itself was a plain affair. A long bar with stools for seating in front of the door to the kitchen, with a row of booths along the outside wall. Shakal elected to sit at the bar. He looked up from the menu when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Hi! I'm Mint! I'll be your waiter today!"

Shakal grinned despite himself. This waiter was adorable. Just under six feet tall, the wolf was skinny, even leaner than Shakal. True to his name, mint green fur covered most of his body, except for brown splotches in his hair that resembled nothing so much as chocolate chips. He wore a dark pink, nearly mauve, v-neck t-shirt. It revealed a brown stripe that ran around his collarbone and neck, as well as more of the fluffy green fur coating his smooth chest. The shirt was ragged around the hemline, having been shortened so that the wolf's tight, tidy belly was on perpetual display. A pair of tight black shorts completed the look; they barely hid any of the lithe wolf's long, smooth legs.

The panther's eyebrow lifted. Mint looked more at home on a boardwalk, a beach, or a club than as a waiter in a restaurant. Still, eye candy was eye candy.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"I'll have some tea."

"And do you need more time to order?"

"No, I've decided. I'll have the vanilla shake." Shakal wasn't actually very hungry. He'd forgotten about the donuts he'd had at the meeting just before 11 that morning.

"Great! I'll be right back with that."

The wolf swished his way back to the kitchen. Shakal watched him go, a light purr vibrating his chest as he watched the wolf's long, fluffy green tail weave back and forth. It had brown speckles across it like his hair.

The milkshake showed up quickly thereafter. Mint grinned as he set it down on the table, leaning over so that his v-neck slipped off one shoulder, exposing quite a bit of his slim, attractive chest. He had hardly any definition, especially considering the fluffy green fur. Shakal purred just a little bit louder. Mint was cute, that was for sure. A pity he only had an hour on his lunch break. Mint giggled as he left again, leaving Shakal to watch his backside as he went. The panther's lips closed around the straw, though his eyes didn't leave the wolf's rump until it was out of sight.

The shake was surprisingly good. Rich, creamy, with a strong flavor of fresh vanilla bean mixed into the soft ice cream and milk. Sweet and tasty, just the way Shakal liked it. He drank it quickly and considered ordering some french fries, but Mint didn't appear again until the panther was nearly done, so he held off.

"Can I get you anything else?" Mint asked, sitting on the very edge of the table. He crossed his legs and leaned over, holding himself up with one arm. The other slid against his neck as he grinned at Shakal.

The panther shook his head and licked his lips. "I think I'm good for now," he said. His belly felt strangely warm, despite the coldness of the shake. "Just the check."

Mint nodded. Was that disappointment on the skinny wolf's face? Shakal couldn't be sure. He was distracted by the warm feeling spreading up from his belly into his chest. He rubbed at the buttons on his shirt, above his pecs. Was the shirt always so tight? Maybe he'd put on more muscle at the gym than he'd thought.

The shirt felt even tighter a few moments later. Shakal idly rubbed at his chest, below his left pec now, and leaned down to sip the last bits of shake out of the cup through the straw. When he sat back up, a button popped off his shirt and flew across the booth, landing on the table of the next one over with a small click.

"What the..."

Shakal looked down at himself and froze. His chest was hugely swollen. At first he thought it was an alien face hugger like in the movie he saw the night previous, but after his paws pressed into the new growths, he realized they were something altogether different: breasts.

Two perfect teardrops were busily swelling under his paws, stretching the front of his short-sleeve dress shirt. The feline's muzzle dropped open as his nipples ached with sudden pleasure at the touch of his paws. Even his erection got into the act, suddenly swelling with arousal. He couldn't believe how quickly it happened. He had hardly any time to react before another button pinged off the floor, then another. His breasts grew fast, filling up at an astounding pace. Soon they were too much for him to hold with just his two paws. He looked around wildly, hardly able to believe what he was seeing, but he couldn't deny what he was feeling: his nipples, fat and swollen, felt simply incredible. They lengthened under his fingers as he teased them through the shirt. The panther's chest kept growing, larger and larger, until the bottoms of the massive orbs rested on the table of the booth even when he sat up straight.

Wet spots appeared, growing circles of warm liquid, as Shakal caressed his nipples. Another button went and black-furred cleavage spilled out of the dress shirt, which barely clung to his nipples, leaving one fully revealed and the other partially obscured.

"Would you like a refill on your tea?"

Shakal looked up in a daze. The twinky wolf from earlier was back. Mint. That was his name. Shakal blinked. This was all so strange... but it felt so good. He was harder than he could remember being for a long time.

Mint growled playfully and scooted back onto the table, leaning over so that he was eye-level with Shakal's heavy, full new breasts. Both nipples, each as large as coffee mugs, dripped a steady stream of thick white milk. The wolf growled again as he leaned foward and wrapped a muzzle around one of those nipples, stretching his maw wide to fit it inside. Shakal's backside tensed and his tail whipped against his ankles under the table. His ears went flat and his eyes closed as the wolf's tongue wrapped around his nipples. The small muzzle suckled greedily as Shakal leaned back in his chair, shocked at the pleasure he felt.

Mint giggled as he pulled off, licking his lips clean of fresh milk. Shakal's cock throbbed and he suddenly stood, getting free of the booth. A glazed look came over his eyes as the wolf turned onto his back, legs hanging off the edge of the table. Shakal's hips pressed forward, pushing his khaki pants against the wolf's tight rump. Cloth rubbed against cloth as Shakal leaned forward, heavy breasts descending towards Mint's eager muzzle. A paw worked one fat teat as a muzzle worked the other, sending additional pleasure tingling through Shakal's body. He couldn't think straight as the thin wolf's body squirmed underneath him. Using his claws, the feline grasped Mint's hips and dragged his shorts down, nearly ripping them right off the eager canine.

Shakal's cock came out next. He remained male, it seemed, just with tits. He'd ponder the implications later. For now, nothing mattered but sating the growing need he felt for the ice cream colored wolf. His cock was hard, fat and thick, already dripping with pre-cum, more than was normal. In fact, his erection was bigger than before. Not by much, but enough to be noticeable. Shakal's paw closed around the base as he kept leaning forward, ensuring the wolf's muzzle was occupied with his nipple. They both ached so pleasurably, especially as they warmed up and the flow of milk increased.

Mint's body stiffened as Shakal pushed forward. He wasn't exactly gentle, but he couldn't help himself. The wolf was tight and warm from moment number one. Combine with what the green wolf was doing to his heavy, aching, and oh-so-full breasts, Shakal wasn't going to waste any time.

The table shook beneath the wolf as the panther's body covered him. Shakal's pants hung around his ankles as he took the twinky male on the table, right in the diner, not caring who saw. Mint's muzzle flooded with thick, rich, vanilla-flavored milk, enough so that Mint's cheeks and chin soon ran with white. Mint clenched his rump as Shakal's hips came to bear, moaning loudly, if a bit muffled, as he switched off teats. The panther's paws pushed his breasts together, squeezing them, and he leaned back, pulling away from mint. The wolf's ankles locked around his lower back, keeping them together as the panther's deep, heavy pumping continued. Milk sprayed from both of Shakal's fat nipples, raining rich milk across the gasping wolf, the table, the booth, and the floor. Neither cared. Shakal soon leaned back over, pushing his breasts into Mint's chest. The wolf moaned anew as the panther's cleavage spread and flattened over his chest and belly, even enveloping his erection. Shakal's huge breasts were heavy enough to pin the small male all by themselves.

Shakal humped in heavily, making both breasts jiggle madly. They were massive orbs, three times the size of his own head. His pectorals flexed beneath them, supporting the incredible weight somehow. His hips flexed, pumping forward, burying his engorged shaft deep inside the squirming green wolf. Shakal closed his eyes again, hissing with pleasure. Mint felt so good... warm and tight, nice and squirmy, with a soft and smooth body... the panther's growls increased in volume as his paws grasped Mint's shoulders. He leaned upwards, dragging his breasts back to muzzle range; Mint clamped on eagerly, suckling anew, drawing great pulls of cream from the panther's aching teats.

Shakal couldn't stop the explosion of pleasure as he came deep inside Mint. The wolf's body shivered around him, clenching madly. Shakal managed to get a paw down around Mint's cock and stroked him eagerly as he came, holding himself as far within the green wolf as he could. Mint's tight rump milked his cock as good as his muzzle milked the panther's nipples, which made Shakal a very happy feline indeed.

Eventually, Shakal's hips jerked. He panted hard as he leaned forward, still inside Mint. The wolf lay on his back, arms akimbo, muzzle drenched in milk with more running over his chest and belly as the panther's breasts continued to produce. Shakal was exhausted, but when the small green paw reached out and clutched at his nipple, he moaned.

"Again," Mint moaned. "Again!"

Shakal growled, passion returning in spades, heat reigniting, as he stared down at the skinny green wolf writhing with pleasure, pinned beneath his massive new breasts, impaled on his thick, lengthy shaft.

Oh yes... there would be an again. And another again. And many, many more.

The panther grinned as his cell phone rang. Work, probably, wondering why he was late. Let them wonder. He was enjoying dessert.

The end.