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"Excuse me... you aren't closed, are you?"

Insom the bull gently tapped the glass doorway of the Baker's Dozen. After spending a day at the Employment Security Commission offices he'd found himself running late for a job interview. What a load of crap - the folks there promised to help him searching for a job that best fit his skills and interests, but after weeks of looking through listings with dead end after dead end Insom was going to be very upset if it turned out they'd ruined the one best chance he'd had in months.

The lights were still on inside - sure, it was only 9 o'clock in the evening, but a lot of mom-and-pop places tended to close on the early side. He hoped that wasn't the case here, but the door was locked.

After a few more moments of waiting, though, the bull noticed movement. The glass doors were tinted, but they still offered a superb view of the inside where he could see a long glass counter and a double doorway that presumably led to the kitchens behind that. It was these doors that he saw opening, although he was totally unprepared for who came out to open the door. He understood immediately why the ceilings inside the building were deceptively cavernous, as a sixteen-foot-tall, bright blue dragoness bent over to unlock the front door and speak to him.

"Yes... hello! I'm sorry, but we are closed. Is there something I can help you with, though?"

Insom nealy had to pick his jaw up off the ground. He was fairly average himself, a few inches under six feet tall and a fairly buff guy for someone with a bovine heritage, but Jesus Christ was this grrl huge! Shi was very nearly three times as tall as he was, and he had to look away out of shyness because at this height he was directly at eye level with an enormous penis as long as he was tall. It was drooling like an open faucet, even as he stood there within arm's reach of it, the bubbling spunk steaming and hissing as it poured on the floor.

He looked upwards to try and gaze the dragoness in the eyes, but discovered that hir huge breasts blocked out the view of hir body above the waist like clouds covering the sun. Hir nipples were as big around as his head!

"H.... Help...?"

Insom squeaked meekly. He did manage to point to the "Help Wanted" sign in the window, though, so the dragoness at least got the message. To be fair, shi seemed genuinely apologetic.

"Oh! Gosh! I'm so sorry... come right in! I got your message about the job interview. I just didn't know you were running late! Please, don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us."

Shi stepped aside and motioned for Insom to come in. He was trying not to freak out, but shi was already more forgiving than any boss he could imagine, so he wasn't about to waste this opportunity, and walked inside.

"My name's Rykela... you're Insom, yes? It's nice to meet you! This is the Baker's Dozen. I own and manage the place all by myself! To be honest, this is the first time in several years I've needed to put an ad out for help. Usually I have folks beating down my door trying to get hired here..."

When Insom stepped inside, he was immediately struck by the aroma that permeated the place, a virtual wall of scent that pervaded his nostrils and made his cock begin to ache and leak pre into his jeans. It was a crazy mix of sweet, fresh-baked goods and intense male musk, like somebody had opened up a bakery inside a locker room. And yet, the two mingled together in such a way that it wasn't unpleasant at all. As he breathed it in, although he didn't get used to it, Insom found himself enjoying it. Rykela glanced down at the bulge swelling in front of his jeans, the eighteen-inch sphere making hir lick hir lips and giggle. The bull didn't notice, far too busy looking around and seeing what the inside of the shop looked like.

Rykela led him through the dining hall towards the back, offering a further look at the rest of the building. It seemed fairly normal, aside from the astoundingly oversized and oversexed owner. The wooden floor, exposed beams of the ceiling and the pale pink colors of the walls reminded Insom of a cozy bungalow. There were a lot of plants and pottery out on display too, each table decorated with a fern or a pretty clay vessel. To the sides of the large room were several china cabinets, each one crammed to bursting with gorgeously blossoming flowers and slender, brightly-colored glass vases, each one a beautiful work of art. Rykela's tail swished happily as shi led him down a hall towards the back door. "Do you like the decor? I did it all myself... for me, this place is just an extension of my own home." Insom couldn't help but nod and smile, amazed by how nice it was inside. If the food was half as good as the furnishings, this place was probably constantly packed full of customers all day long. He honestly wondered whether being run by a hyper herm cost the bakery any customers, though. He hoped not - as Rykela chattered, he found himself struck by how nice shi seemed. The stereotype of hyper herms as rapey, dominating sex fiends seemed a bit silly when he compared it with hir behavior. Shi was sweet enough that he could almost ignore the fact that shi was sporting a cock that jutted out six feet in front of hir as shi walked and announced hir presence with a sticky white carpet.

The rear entrance opened onto a narrow alleyway, most of which had been converted into outdoor dining space. Half of it was a large covered wooden patio, the furniture so enormous it was obvious that the patio was the designated "macrofur" dining area for folks of Rykela's size, and the rest was so crowded with potted plants that Insom wondered where there could possibly be any space for tables. There were so many herbs and vines and flowers and ornamental trees that the it looked like a forest had sprung up between the buildings.

On the patio, though, there was plenty of room. It was pretty impressively sized, covered by an awning raised over thirty feet in the air to allow the larger clientele plenty of headroom, and each table had only two chairs, to allow for a maximum of space for the bigger furs to maneuver. In truth, it felt more like an enormous outdoor stage, especially since the courtyard area for the regular-sized folk beside it meant anyone eating on the patio would have an appreciative audience. Rykela rummaged through a small cabinet by the doorway, and then pulled out what looked like a gigantic booster seat! It dawned on him that shi meant for him to use it when shi set it in one of the patio's ten-foot chairs, but when he realized that he'd have little chance of reaching the tabletop otherwise he reluctantly sat down. He couldn't stop a slight blush from creeping across his face, though. There was little he could do to keep from feeling like a small child in Rykela's company, and the special accomodations shi had to use to work alongside normally-sized furs just made it worse.

After making sure he was seated comfortably, Rykela sat down across from him. Despite being made of strong, well-wrought iron, the chair creaked underneath hir as hir weight settled, and the huge dragoness coughed quietly to try and cover up the noise. Shi had to take special care with hir balls, as they hung to hir ankles, and it was actually kind of cute when shi piled them in hir lap like a cushion. "Hmmmh... So where did you hear about the job opening? We've placed ads in several different newspapers. Did you hear about it from a friend? You'd be surprised how many people the rumor mill brings in." Rykela chuckled, opening the folder containing Insom's resume to glance at it.

"Actually, uh..." Insom lowered his eyes, kicking his feet a little. The table was big enough to match draconic proportions, but Rykela's breasts were so massive that they pretty much took up the entire space between hir head and the top of the table. Shi was actually having to hold the papers at eye level to be able to see them without being obstructed by hir tits. It was kind of silly, and yet kind of sexy too. The bull's cock twitched in his pants. At least here outside, there was enough fresh air to dissipate Rykela's musk. Really, now that he was actually able to smell the aromas of warm bread and just-cooked desserts wafting from inside, it was really rather pleasant! Hunger-inducing, too...

His stomach gurgled, and he smiled sheepishly. "I found your ad through the local employment board online, although they didn't tell me who it was for. They just said they'd found a job that I was well-suited for." He felt his heart skip a beat when Rykela fluttered hir eyelashes at him and smiled.

"Oh, all right! I had been wondering whether my ad there had simply been forgotten. You're the first they've sent my way." Shi gave him a wink, and then Insom nearly jumped out of his chair when he felt the tip of the dragoness' tail lightly pressing against his bulge. "But I see why they did... you look like you'd fit right in here!"

The brush-up lasted for only a moment, but the sultry look Rykela gave Insom meant it was by no means an accident. After a moment, the big herm laughed, and then turned to the open door and whistled. "Blair, Ari, would you come here for a minute? I'd like your help."

Two furs in pink frilled aprons padded out - the "waitresses" of the place, apparently - and Insom tried not to stare. One was a dalmatian who was an inch or two shorter than Insom, the type of slinky femboy that tended to make the bull swoon, and the other was a seven-foot-tall sun conure with brilliantly-colored plumage. Despite being less than half the dragoness' height, the avian was just as absurdly busty, so enormous hir nipples weren't actually covered by the flimsy apron that failed to hide hir cleavage. Insom covered his mouth to stifle a dreamy squee when he saw that both were packing ridiculous bulges between their legs that stretched the lower halves of their aprons several feet out in front of them. The conure was actually leaking a steady stream of white spoo, the liquid splattering softly to the wooden floor between hir feet as if shi'd hidden a faucet behind the apron. As they noticed Insom ogle them, both waitresses - male and herm alike - blushed and looked away, flattered yet modest.

"As you can see, my workers tend to be, er, very unique. I'm sure I don't have to explain in detail why I think you'd do well here yourself, but depending on what kind of position you would like to have here you'll need to be further prepared. I already have several bovines on staff, and they all share duties in the kitchen and dining hall. Some of them prefer to work in the back, and others enjoy serving the customers. What would be a good fit for you? If you like, Ari and Blair could tell you about what their shifts are like. Ari's a server, and Blair switches between the kitchen and register depending on which day it is." Rykela took a pair of large, frosted glasses from the conure, whose feathers puffed up shyly, and the dalmatian filled them both up from a pitcher of milk, his tail wagging furiously. It was evident that both were helplessly smitten with their boss, and Insom couldn't help but wonder whether all of the workers were like that. Geez, he'd probably feel the same way too before too long. The dragoness was so gorgeous it nearly took his breath away.

Insom turned to the dalmatian, and before too long Blair was babbling away about how fun it was to work at the bakery. His tail wagged so hard that it seemed about to wrench itself free of his body, and Ari tried to smother a giggle fit at the dogboi's stereotypical abundance of enthusiasm. As Blair talked and talked and talked, a thirty-inch erection started lifting up the front of his apron, and before too long he was sporting a simply spectacular boner that only Insom seemed to notice. It was apparent from what he described that the Baker's Dozen was a bit like a bakery and brothel combined, with the waitresses pairing desserts with "milk" straight from their own taps, all with a cheerfulness sweeter than any sugary treats they could ever offer. After awhile Ari jumped into the conversation as well, sharing memorable stories of customers that had both waitresses alternately squeeing and squirting. The conure's cock was even larger than Blair's (and Insom's, which made the bull shiver and blush), and as his shaft rose to attention shi and Blair began to slowly mash their dicks together, their banter dying down to soft coos and moans. Rykela sighed and chuckled, tapping the table to get everyone's attention again, and Blair and Ari were sent back inside in a flurry of apologies and pleas for forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry... this happens all the time. My staff is just so excitable!" Rykela shook hir head and groaned.

"Not at all! I, uh... I really understand what it's like working here now!" Insom stammered, trying to reassure the giant herm. It was all too surreal, like he was in a dream. He couldn't get over how strange, yet how pleasant everything was! Despite the... eccentricities, it really didn't seem to be all that bad a place, and his half-chubbed cock kept throbbing in his shorts to remind the bull that he'd probably have a blast coming into work every day.

The dragoness took a moment to regain hir composure, and then offered Insom a hesitant smile. "Well, then, what do you think? If you're interested, I could let you start working tomorrow morning."

Insom hesitated as he considered it. "Just so I understand it, being a waiter means I have to... perform for the customers...?"

Rykela giggled. "That's not quite right, but not quite wrong either. Yes, as a waiter you can certainly offer your milk if a customer asks, but if someone on my staff doesn't feel comfortable with that I don't ask them to. You wouldn't be alone if you preferred not to share yourself. Besides, that's actually something we only do for the lunch and dinner customers anyway. The bakery's always far too busy in the morning and it's all we can do to make sure everyone is fed and happy before they head off to work for the day without having patrons linger for several hours sucking off their waiter." Shi snorted and covered hir mouth. "Listen, come in tomorrow morning and work your shift. See how you feel about it. If you decide it isn't for you, that's fine. I'll pay you for the work regardless."

It sounded like a good deal to the bull, even if he was still a bit shy about the prospect of putting himself on display so openly. He'd figure that part out later! As Rykela shook his hand in agreement, he blushed and closed his eyes, feeling his hand get swallowed up in hirs. The dragoness' handshake was so warm and soft it felt like he'd stuck his hand into a boxing glove... Working for a hyper herm over twice his size would take some getting used to.

---

Insom showed up for work at 6 in the morning sharp, and was shocked to see a line half a block long out the front door. Even more surprising, the customers were actually fairly average - he only counted four hyperfurs, and there was about a fifty-fifty ratio of humans to anthros (although he wasn't sure which group the centaur towards the back of the line thought of himself as). A pretty young bovine with an impossibly enormous rump and udder glimpsed him through the glass door as shi manned hir cash register and waved him on in, as Insom nodded politely and scooted past the line.

It was incredibly hectic inside, the customers just organized enough to prevent total chaos. Most of them thankfully took their orders to go, but the dining room was packed full as well, the bakery filled with the sounds of conversation and coffee being poured. Insom saw a few familiar faces among the waiters and waitresses heading from the kitchen to the dining room and back - both Blair and Arini were there, but they barely had time to give the bull a cheery wave before getting back to work.

The kitchen was even busier, though, and Insom immediately felt in the way. The room was crowded with nearly twenty workers of various sizes and species kneading dough, mixing batter, and carrying trays of steaming breakfast foods to and from the ovens to cook. Insom tried not to be nervous, but fortunately Rykela came right to his rescue when shi realized he'd walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie! Sorry about all the bustle. A bakery's always busiest in the morning. Yannow, breakfast rush and all." Shi chuckled, and yawned, the tired dragoness opening hir maw wide and making a sound like a dying wookie. "I have to get here at 3 AM every day, can you believe it...? Everything's gotta be fresh and ready right when we open, and it takes awhile to cook everythin. Wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, though."

Insom nodded shyly, blushing when Rykela placed hir hand on his shoulder. Shi was absolutely, one hundred percent bare-ass naked, hir gigantic penis half-erect and drooling a thick stream of spunk down the broad swells of hir nuts. Hir partial arousal barely elicited a glance from the other workers, and Insom wondered how long it'd take him to grow just as jaded. His cock felt heavy and full as the dragoness walked him away from the kitchen down a back hallway, and he tried to keep in mind that shi wouldn't mind if he got a boner from being around hir. They passed the public restrooms, and Insom coughed quietly. "So... where are we going, exactly? Don't you need to get things ready for the day?"

Rykela smiled and shook hir head, guiding the bull into a side room that he quickly realized must be the break room. One whole wall was dominated by an enormous, comfy-looking couch that was so huge that even the sixteen-foot-tall owner of the bakery could've used it as a bed. "Well, once I get things rolling my staff can usually take care of the rest. Right now, I'm here for you. There's one last thing we need to do before you can change into your work outfit."

To Insom's surprise, the herm sprawled lazily on the couch, hir cheeks quickly flushing pink as shi gazed at him, the blush even creeping downwards to spread across hir enormous breasts. Shi reached down to adjust hirself, hefting musky, bloated nuts wider than the bull's waist atop hir legs like pillows, and bashfully squeezed those huge orbs as hir cock splayed out atop hir tummy and tits.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments, and then Rykela chuckled. "D-don't mind me. I've been on my feet for the past few hours, like I said, and wanted to sit down. What's more important are those." Insom followed hir gaze, and was confused to see a small tray of cinnamon buns on a table there. They were obviously piping hot, right out of the oven... but what did Rykela have in mind in this room where nobody else could find them? Thoughts of molestation or kinky food play briefly flashed through his mind before he shook them away. Rykela didn't seem like the type to take advantage of hir employees, although kinky food play was DEFINITELY not out of the question at this sort of place. "I-is this a test or something?"

"No! Nawwwwwww... hun," the dragoness giggled, "Yesterday you left without trying anything. Before they start working here, I always offer some food to my staff, 'cause I want their enthusiasm for the cooking to be real. So go on and try one. Then we'll get you fitted into your uniform."

Insom was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even when the horse was a hyper herm dragoness who had a tendency to spontaneously orgasm in public. So he took a bun in his hand, only to fumble when the incredibly-gooey pastry nearly dissolved in his fingers. The dough was so spongy and soft and rich it was like trying to hold onto foam, and to prevent making an enormous sticky mess of himself Insom was forced to cram the softball-sized thing in his mouth all in one go.

He saw stars explode before his eyes. That's how delicious the goddamn thing was. Vanilla and cinnamon and cream cheese spread across his tongue like a field of wildflowers blossoming into a fragrant ocean of color, yet the sweet sugariness of the icing was offset by the savoriness of the pastry dough so that he didn't need a drink right away. Several seconds had passed before he realized he'd already swallowed it, the aftertaste so prominent that he'd been fooled into thinking he was still keeping it nestled on his tongue.

Rykela bit hir lip and smiled. Hir hunch was right - this batch WAS a particularly good one. Shi was a little jealous of the bull getting to chow down on them, and shi made the darn things! Hir tail swished slowly as shi giggled, hir hands moving absentmindedly to start stroking hir gargantuan, gorgeous penis. Cum belched onto hir tits and poured in thick creamy rivulets onto the couch and floor. Shi was a hyper herm, after all - masturbating felt so good shi probably was hard-pressed to resist whenever shi had a spare moment.

Insom was so engrossed in his foodgasm that he didn't even realize his boss was wanking right in front of him, taking the tray in his lap and taking a seat on the floor by Rykela's shoulder to stuff himself full like he was a child again. It took less than a minute for him to finish off over two pounds of pastries, but it was one of the happiest minutes he could ever remember. He cooed as he licked icing from his lips, and leaned back to rest and sink softly into the broad pillowy swell of one of the dragoness' scaled tits.

Rykela watched as Insom lost himself in the sweet cinnamon bliss - the cutie didn't even notice when he climaxed in his pants, his lap filling with warm sweet spunk that poured through the folds of his demin jeans and pooled on the floor around his legs. He seemed to be in a sexual trance, something the dragoness had experienced hirself many times before, his mind drifting far away while his body worked on autopilot to pleasure itself.

He fumbled with the zipper of his jeans for a moment, the cum soaking the fabric and his hands making it difficult, but after a moment he didn't even have to worry anymore because his cock suddenly erupted through the bulge-pouch sewn into the front and began to grow. The thick tool was actually sending off clouds of steaming musk as it rose steadily into the air, quickly growing past its former two-foot length and surprassing double that in an instant. As the plump helmet of its head booped Insom in his nose, he gazed dumbly at it before a second sudden orgasm forced him to close his eyes lest he get spunk in them. He hosed his own face down, icing himself like he was a great big cinnamon bun, so wracked with delight he was shivering like a blade of grass in the wind.

Needless to say, although Rykela was surprised shi wasn't TOO surprised, and with as many years of experience in sudden FWOOMP ings as shi had shi knew just what to do. His pants were a lost cause but shi was able to save his shirt, shucking it off in one fluid movement that the bull didn't fight at all. He giggled and moaned dreamily, and as Rykela balled up his soggy spunk-soaked top and threw it in the corner the bull began to change even more.

As he grabbed his engorged cock and began to stroke it, his arms expanded like they were stung by hornets, tensing up and momentarily impeding his jerking as veins laced from his shoulders all the way down to his wrists. His biceps inflated like balloons, gurgling and creaking as Insom roared with delight, and as he flexed his arms Rykela watched in awe as those prominent muscles blew up until they were nearly twice the size of the bull's own head. Insom growled as his arms swelled - they were so huge Rykela could tell they'd never be able to rest straight down by his side ever again.

For a brief moment, Insom doubled over, his chest suddenly feeling like it was trying to pull itself apart. His pectorals started to swell in rapid convulsions, like two party balloons someone was pumping full of air, his chest pushing up against his chin and preventing him from looking downwards. Those manly muscles pulsed and ached, and it was all Insom could do not to grab and squeeze them, his pecs so enormous it made the bull look like he had a giant pair of tits that nearly hid his face from view. As he panted, the growth taking his breath away, his chest heaved, and those pecs groaned as they pressed together, like a pair of lead weights smashing into each other. His nipples puffed up, and the dragoness squeaked as shi nearly orgasmed again from the sight, the chocolate-brown areola expanding outwards until Insom had meaty nips as big as soup bowls jutting prominently from his gorgeously enormous chest.

Insom's voice had noticeably deepened as he groaned and brought his arms up to flex, his gigantic biceps making it a herculean task to lift his arms above his head. Under each armpit, a tangled nest of dark, beautiful pubic hair sprouted, and as Insom buried his snout under one arm to take a whiff of his own intense musk he climaxed again and sent blasts of seed as big around as his wrist spraying twenty feet across the room. His neck blossomed with slabs of muscle, although it wasn't enough to free his head from the prison of his overdeveloped pecs.

Insom's body thickened, his lats swelling up rapidly to match his pecs, the bull's body quickly growing nearly twice as wide as it had been before, although his waist didn't change at all. Because of that, it made him look even more exaggeratedly muscular, his overgrown upper-body flexing and throbbing as the growth took its sweet time in traveling down to his legs. His back muscles grew so defined and cut that as he flexed and breathed in deeply it made the Grand Canyon look small in comparison.

His hips widened out next, for despite his insanely masculine body Insom was growing a ludicrously large and feminine bubble butt, his thin tail slapping against his bloated asscheeks while they ballooned out to over three feet across each. His rump jiggled and quaked as he flexed there as well, the growth-drunken bull unable to resist, and he hugged his own shaft as his calves bulged upwards and outwards, the flesh stretching and burning with a blissful and searing heat. His legs widened more and more, his calves growing so huge that they pushed each other apart and fought for space, more veins lacing down to his ankles as his thighs grew to match. Steaming musk hissed from his pores, the bull's hands and fingers clenching as the digits lengthened and popped, his palms growing until his hands were almost as big as Rykela's own oversized mitts.

As Insom grew and grew, he felt himself up compulsively, groping himself with such utter abandon that even Rykela was stunned into shocked silence and wonder. The big herm couldn't help hirself either, each of Insom's massive orgasms matched within seconds by one of the dragoness' own sympathetic cumshots. The bull ground his cock between the floor and his cinderblock-like abs, wringing climax after climax until he was literally coated from head to toe in his own boiling, churning spunk.

Insom's tongue lolled out, his lower lip fattened into a permanent pout, and he panted and whined as his body changed in one last subtle but important way. His horns lengthened, years of growth compressed into seconds, until he was sporting a rack that was almost as wide as his shoulders. The razor-sharp tips gleamed, sending a shiver of thrilled fear down the dragoness' spine as shi gazed at them, before shi daintily hugged the gigantic twelve-foot bull from behind and held him there against hir chest. He came and came and came, his boss there to soothe him until he'd worked the aggression and arousal from his sudden growth out of his system.

---

Several hours had passed, and it was past noon when someone figured out where the two were.

Thankfully, Rykela's absence hadn't caused any problems - shi was prone to disappearing like that, especially if shi had found a cute customer to play with. Everyone was still relieved to find hir safe and sound, though, and the staff were thrilled when Insom decided to accept a full-time position as a waiter.

It took quite some getting used to - the bull had literally doubled in height and nearly tripled in width, and having a five-foot cock that wanted to fire off with as much regularity as his boss's made the first few days difficult ones. His nuts were so enormous they swung mere inches from the floor when he walked, but the incredible weight and heat and musk from them was actually rather comforting, and he found himself growing a habit of fondling his balls as he went about his shifts at the bakery. He could understand why Rykela was such a compulsive masturbator now...

Speaking of which, the boss seemed incredibly smitten with his new body, although shi nearly went into conniptions trying to apologize for the unexpected transformation. Hir food had a tendency to transform and FWOOMP unsuspecting eaters, although shi hadn't seen a case as extreme as Insom's in over a year and a half. Insom didn't complain, though, for he adored his new body. He also adored his new boss, especially since shi kept insisting on pulling him away from his duties for mandatory "work breaks" spent worshiping his muscles and musk.

He found himself growing less shy as time went on, too, which wasn't a bad thing. He was proud of his new body, and found himself filled with confidence because of it. Rykela had to custom-make him a new uniform since he outgrew the one shi'd planned to give him, and despite the...oddity of it, Insom liked the one shi made. Because it was a custom job it was the only one of its kind, which ensured that he got lots of attention even beyond the constant flirting he got working at the Baker's Dozen. He actually overheard someone asking Rykela whether shi was interested in starting a line of apparel based on its design!

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It was just another day at the Baker's Dozen. It was that grace period around early afternoon, when the lunch customers had all left and dinner hadn't begun yet. The place was pretty empty, offering the chance for the workers to clean up and bake some fresh food.

Insom was resting, sitting at one of the patio tables now that he was large enough to fit macro furniture. It was odd how some things never changed; despite growing his own body weight in new muscles spending too long on his feet still made his ankles hurt. Thankfully Rykela encouraged taking rest breaks in these cases. Healthy employees are happy ones, after all! As he kicked back, he spread his legs to allow his nuts room to rest on the ground. Over the following weeks they'd grown slowly but surely even more immense, until he found he needed to wear a gigantic ball bra to keep them from dragging on the floor while he walked. The lingerie Rykela sewed up for him was made to match the rest of his work outfit - an insanely skimpy, lacy, girly pink thing that nevertheless made Insom feel like the sexiest man alive. Even if he literally needed a bra to hold his pecs and nuts, that just meant there was a lot to love. He found himself tending to his armpit hair with the same care and effort he put into the hair atop his head, as well, shampooing and braiding it to keep it clean even if the intense musk was impossible to get rid of or cover up. There were several regulars who had begun to request him as their server specifically so they could spend some time pinned in a headlock with their face in there... Insom could understand why he was in such demand. He loved his own scent, too!

His cock belched out another bathtub-ful of cum all over Blair as the dalmatian wiggled and squeed, the frisky femboi buried in the cleft of the bull's balls and sending spasms of pleasure up Insom's spine with his constant, hyperactive movements. Insom moaned as the lil' guy worshiped him. The canine's own cock had actually expanded nearly another foot and a half since the two had started spending their breaks together - Insom had probably gained a small amount of Rykela's ability to cause growth from his own fluids as well! His life had improved in so many ways he couldn't even begin to count them all.

He blushed when Rykela poked hir head out the back door and blew him a kiss. "Hey there, lovers... y'all better finish on up. Folks are starting to get off work about now, and I want you two ready for the dinner rush! One more orgasm, and then I want to see you back in the kitchen ASAP, mmmkay?" The big dragoness darted back inside, trying to hide hir own enormous, squirting erection.

Best job ever.