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"You're such a damn cock tease!" a bawdy lion cried from the gathered crowd, much to the amusement of everyone around him. It was all in good fun though, evident by the way he was casually pawing at his crotch.

"Hey, just giving the folks what they want, and if they like a tease..." Thoron said over his shoulder, giving that lion a cheeky grin as he casually lowered his shorts a little more to give the crowd a glimpse of his round, firm rump. That produced a cheered from the gathered club goers, one of them even eager enough to stuff a crisp bill into the waistband of the fox's blue jock.

It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, stripping in a night club. But then again, Thoron never really considered it much of a job to begin with. It was... More of a hobby, really. One that supplemented his other pastime, body building, quite nicely. He got pumped up at the gym, muscles swelling a little bigger and stronger with every passing workout, and then he would come put on a show at his favourite club, Juicy. The money that horny patrons hurled at him for the spectacle was really just a bonus.

When the fox tugged his shorts up once more, he couldn't help but chuckle at the collective groan that rippled throughout his audience. "Relax boys, I want to make this last! No point in me getting up on stage if I'm just gonna bare all right away..." Thoron turned around and started to rub his hands over his muscular chest, occasionally giving one of his nipples a quick tweak. While the dance anthems blaring through the speaker system and the sporadic lighting made his fans largely anonymous, Thoron still drank up their attention. All their wolf whistling and lustful compliments just served to stoke the fox's ego. That was the other appealing aspect of stripping, and body building for that matter. Getting big meant getting attention. So Thoron loved getting big.

As Thoron moved into a double bicep-flexing pose, he cast his gaze out across the club. It was mostly an undulating mass of dancing bodies, rendered little more than vague, furry silhouettes in the club's poor lighting. Some of them he recognised as fellow regulars, others as brief flings who preferred to admire him from afar these days. But there was one patron in particular the fox was looking for, and thanks to the man's muscular bulk, it didn't take long for Thoron to spot that wolf. He was sipping a bright indigo cocktail over at the bar, and casually chatting with a pig who seemed more interested in his swollen muscles than what the wolf had to say. For a moment, the target of Thoron's admiration looked over towards the stage. Their eyes locked for just a split second, and the smirk that tugged at the wolf's lips made Thoron's stomach flip.

When Thoron's fans all clamoured around him as he got off the stage for a break sometime later, the fox didn't have too much difficulty nudging them aside to push his way towards the bar. He didn't exactly stop them from stealing the occasional grope, however, even gracing them with a satisfied grunt when they brushed up against his bulging crotch. The tall, pot-bellied bull that stepped into his path was another story. Thoron ran right into the big man, snout hitting him right in the thick chest. The fox stumbled back and fell onto his rump, nearly knocking over several people in the process.

"Sorry 'bout that," the bull said, chuckling softly as he helped Thoron to his feet. "Didn't mean t' be a roadblock, but I didn't want ya leaving before we could talk. Name's Vincent, Vincent Gladwell." Before Thoron could react, one of his paws was being roughly shaken, while the other was handed a sleek business card. "I represent Wonka Incorporated. You've heard of us, yes...?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah, of course I had," Thoron mumbled, still a little dazed from his fall. Everyone knew about Wonka confectionaries, of course. All sorts of marvellous creations poured out of that grand factory, from whipped cream rockets to gummy bears that danced on your tongue. "What's this about exactly...?"

"Ah, this is about a business opportunity." The bull's grin grew wide. Despite his extra padding, he was quite a rugged fellow. Well trimmed beard, neatly pressed suit. And there was definitely a strong build beneath all that bloat. "You've seen that this club started servin' a new cocktail tonight, yeah? The Blue Dream? Y' really should try it. Anyway, we're lookin' fer a spokesperson and..."

Thoron's eyebrows shot up at that. He had always dreamed about being scouted for modelling, but he had never expected it to happen in the middle of a bawdy night club. "Oh! That sounds... Interesting. What would the job involve exactly...?"

But Vincent just shook his head and smiled. "Ah, now's not th' time to talk details. You should be havin' fun! Here, jus'... Take this." The bull pushed a slim ticket into Thoron's hands to accompany the business card. "An invitation for the Wonka factory. Tomorrow morning, eleven o'clock. We'll talk more then. Feel free to bring a friend, there'll be a tour!" And with that, the bull was gone, lost to the throbbing crowd of dancers.

A little bemused at the sudden encounter, Thoron looked down at the ticket. It was definitely imprinted with Wonka's distinctive top hat logo, and there was a ten o'clock appointment scrawled underneath. "Sweet," he murmured to himself, before slipping the ticket into his pocket. He then started to push through the crowd once more, squirming his way towards the bar.

By the time the fox arrived, however, his wolf was nowhere to be seen. Sighing heavily, his tail hanging between his legs, Thoron sat himself down at an empty seat. "Blue Dream, please," he said to the tiger behind the counter. Before he could push one of the notes he had just earned across the counter, however, a grey paw beat him to the punch.

"On me, and make it two," said the brawny wolf, giving Thoron a cheeky grin. He laughed at the fox's surprised expression and sat down at the bar as well. "Sorry, sorry. I've just... Always wanted to surprise someone with a drink like that. Name's Hector. And... You must be the famous Thoron everyone's raving about."

Thoron snickered a little as a cocktail swirling with blue and indigo was pushed across the bar to him. "Nice to meet you, big guy. And I wasn't aware I was famous." The fox picked up his drink and sniffed at it for a moment, before taking a sip. Sweet and tart, the taste of alcohol subdued beneath a wave of blueberry juice.

"You kidding me? With the way you strut around that stage?" Hector was still grinning wide, revealing a maw full of very white teeth. "I know that look. A sure sign of a swollen ego."

"Ouch. You wound me," Thoron said, putting on a sullen frown as he placed a hand on his chest. He then laughed and took another swig of his Blue Dream. "I'm surprised a hunk like you isn't up there yourself. You look like a real pro."

"Oh, you noticed, huh?" The wolf casually lifted up an arm to flex a swollen bicep. "Studying nutrition. Lifting's just a passion of mine, really."

"Could have fooled me," Thoron replied. There was a coy grin on his lips and a cheeky look in his eyes that had Hector's tail swishing behind him subconsciously.

"So... Do I have to pay for a private show?" Even as Hector took a gulp of his own cocktail, there was an eager grin on his face.

"Hey, I may be an attention whore, but I'm not a joy boy too!" Thoron paused. "First time's free, though. My place?"

In the time it took the fox and the wolf to finish their drinks, they were already sauntering out of the club, hands slipped into each other's back pockets.

"I totally had you pegged for a bottom," Hector mused as he turned one of Thoron's toys over in his hands. The dildo was perfectly transparent, and bended his view of the fox's bedroom in a rather amusing way. The fact that it was as thick as a spray can had the wolf more than a little intrigued. "And hey, guess what? I was totally right."

Thoron laughed. "Shut up, Fido. And while you're at it, lube up." The fox had already stripped down to his jock, making good on Hector's request for a private muscle show. Now, he was lounging on the bed and pushing a bottle of lube and a wrapped condom towards the wolf with his paw.

"Yes sir," Hector mumbled as he started to wrap and slick up his cock, tossing Thoron's toy back onto the bedside table. That gave Thoron plenty of time to admire his partner for tonight; while Hector's t-shirt and jeans had done a good job of showing off the wolf's physique, there was even more to like now that he was naked. Stone-cut abs, meaty pecs, tree-trunk legs... Thoron hated to admit it, but Hector was even more built than he was. He was so used to being the biggest around, it came as a genuine surprise.

"Lay down on the bed," Thoron mumbled to Hector. The wolf obliged, lunging back against Thoron's small mountain of pillows, his fat prick pointing to the ceiling. Thoron's jock was quickly discarded and tossed over the edge of the bed, while the fox straddled Hector and sat on his haunches. "So, what gym do you go to...?" he asked with a grunt as he pushed his ass down on top of Hector's cock.

"Really?" the wolf said, thrusting his hips up a little against Thoron's descent, "Y'don't think the pillow talk should come after...?"

"Figured I should get to know the guy who's fucking me, seeing as there was more kissing in the cab than talking," Thoron replied, grinning cockily as he reached back to spread his thick asscheeks a little better. The wolf's cock was definitely big. Top five as far as Thoron was concerned. But he was well practised.

"Antony's, down near the wharf," Hector replied, licking his chops a little as he felt the head of his cock being engulfed by Thoron's soft rear. "You?"

"Knotwood." A soft gasp slipped past Thoron's lips as he lowered himself another inch. "How much longer are you studying for?"

"Graduating in November." Hector reached forward, grinning slyly as he gripped Thoron's hips. "Come on, stop stalling. Toy like that, your ass can take this no problem." Thoron's toes curled a little as he was pushed down deeper onto that cock.

"Bastard," the fox hissed once he felt his rump pressing up against Hector's crotch. His own shaft was freely dribbling pre-cum now. The buzz from that one Blue Dream was still lingering, making everything just a little bit more pleasurable. Despite that small complaint, he started to thrust himself up and down on Hector's cock, pushing up off the bed again with strong legs.

"So, who was the bull you were talking to...?" Hector mumbled, not taking his eyes off Thoron's beefy body. Not content to let Thoron take the brunt of the effort, he was thrusting his cock into the fox's ass, trying to match Thoron's rhythm. "Should I be jealous...?"

"Offered me a job. Spokesperson for Wonka's."

"Oh really...? Stud like you doesn't seem right to sell chocolate. You're not round enough."

"Yeah, but I am... Nnrgh! Eye candy, aren't I?"

Hector laughed. Resting his hands behind his head, he looked up at Thoron with a wide grin. "Yeah. Yeah, you are."

Thoron came first, splattering his load over Hector's thick chest. He couldn't help but smile at the way it mingled with the bit of white fur among Hector's grey pelt. The wolf came shortly after, letting out a low howl in the process that nearly made Thoron dissolve into a fit of post-sex giggles. "Are you obliged to howl like that?" he asked cheekily, and was rewarded with a particularly rough thrust into his ass.

A few minutes of clean-up later, the fox and the wolf were lounging together in bed, Thoron's head resting on Hector's meaty chest. Lazy smiles curled at their lips as they listened to the quiet rumble of late-night traffic in the city below. "So," Hector mumbled, "you gonna give up the opulent lifestyle of a stripper-for-fun and take that job?"

Thoron shrugged a bit, adjusting his position so he could better press his body against Hector's. "Not sure. Don't know all the details yet. Got given a ticket to go visit the factory tomorrow, take a tour, hear about the job." Thoron paused, then looked up at the wolf. "It's a +1 ticket. Want to join me?"

"Huh, a second date," Hector mused. His fingers absently traced along the length of Thoron's back, while his tongue rolled around in his mouth. "Hell, why not? Least that way I can feel better about dragging you into a bed so quickly."

"What a gentleman," Thoron said with a roll of his eyes. "But this means you're staying the night. 10 o'clock tomorrow, sharp. No way I'm gonna be late to this."

The Wonka estate was more of a spectacle than a factory. It utterly engulfed four whole city blocks that rest on the border between the city's business district and the industrial estate, a grand transition between suits and overalls. The smoke stacks and hectic rooftops that scrambled to blot out the skyline beyond the factory were, in Thoron's opinion, likely merely vestigial rather than functional. But even as he pulled into the visitor carpark, he couldn't help but be a little awed at the factory's absurd architecture.

As he and Hector approached the grand stone steps and double doors that lead into the factory, Thoron actually felt a little... Nervous. Being noticed like this was something of a dream come true, but that just made it all the more terrifying. Not for the first time that morning, he was glad Hector had stayed with him. "This place is... Crazy," the wolf said with a laugh. "These doors were built for giants, I swear!"

Indeed, both men felt positively dwarfed by the immense oak portals that loomed before them. But as they drew close, a smaller section of the right door suddenly swung outwards, and a familiar bull stepped outside. "Thoron!" Vincent said, voice overflowing with mirth as he marched out to give the fox's hand a vigorous shake. "So glad y' could make it. Right on time t' boot! And this slab of beef must be your +1, eh?" His smile grew even more cheerful as he nodded vigorously to Hector, who found that good mood positively infectious. "C'mon, get inside. It's too damn cold out here."

The factory tour was as grand as the exterior suggested. Both Thoron and Hector found themselves snapping photos every minute as Vincent lead them through the candy field, past the chocolate waterfall, through a cavern of truffles and out onto a soda beach. He assured them both that these unusual design choices were all a vital part of producing quality confectionary, but Thoron simply couldn't fathom how. "So... Exactly what am I signing up for here...?" he asked, interrupting Vincent's explanation of chocolate mining.

"Hrm? Oh, yeah," the bull said, carefully returning a pickaxe to a muscular worker with a lamp in his helmet. "We want you to become th' spokesman for Blue Dream. It's th' first time we've made an alcoholic product, and th' boys in marketing reckon puttin' a friendly face to th' drink will help a lot." Vincent smiled and looked over the fox's thick build. "And a hunk like you? People'll be all over this stuff."

"Right, right," Thoron said, nodding along with the explanation. The promise of attention was... Well. It was promising. "And what would I have to do, day to day?"

"Well..." Vincent sucked in some air between his teeth before continuing. "Plan's a bit up in the air right now. Mostly some modelling, photography shoots. Maybe take you out t' some bars and clubs, get you to talk up th' drink. Pretty much, be pretty!"

"Heh, I don't reckon he's gonna have too many problems with that," Hector said. He grinned and nudged Thoron in the ribs playfully, before munching down on a free sample of freshly-mined chocolate. The fox felt his cheeks go warm.

"That's th' whole point!" Vincent replied. "Actually, the marketing guys said they wanted a few... Preliminary shots today, if y' don't mind. Just some pictures so they know what they've got t' work with yeah? Won't take long at all, I promise."

Thoron's tail swished over his rump at the prospect of a photoshoot. He had never been photographed professionally outside of a body building contest before now, and even those were shared with other contestants. "I'd be up for that!"

The Blue Dreams Brewery was a little more muted than the rest of the fantastical factory. It was a large, cavernous room, with a high ceiling obscured by criss-crossing catwalks. Most of the floor was consumed by the immense silver vats that were lined up in neat rows, each one sporting a window that provided a glimpse into bubbling depths of deep, deep blue. "Impressive," Hector mumbled, craning his neck to look around as he munched on a fat gummy bear.

"You going for a muscle gut with all those free samples, big guy?" Thoron teased, the pair of them walking behind Vincent at a steady pace.

"Hey this is my cheat day," Hector said with a huff. "Believe me Thoron, I've got a real sweet tooth. I don't think I could diet for lifting if I wasn't allowed a treat every now and then!"

"Ah, here we go! Your studio!" Vincent announced grandly to the pair, walking backwards to face them as they approach something of a clearing in the room. A couple vats from the two middle rows were missing here, creating a wide, open space on the concrete floor. A power generator was grumbling softly to one side, powering the set of high intensity lamps that were angled up to light the side of one particular vat. "Over here, Thoron! Got a special outfit fer you."

The fox trudged forward to join Vincent at one side of the make-shift photo shoot. Here, there was a table of cameras, lenses and a few different tripods. Beside it, there was a metal frame from which there was hanging a single article of clothing; a blue, full body suit, with a bright red belt threaded through its waist. "What's... This exactly?" he asked, giving the bull a wary glance.

"This is th' uniform of our workers here in th' brewery," Vincent explained as he pulled the jumpsuit off the clothes hanger, "and it's in yer size too! We wanna do this first shoot like... Like you're one of the brewers here, so it looks like y'know yer stuff!"

The outfit was... Not the sort of thing Thoron would normally wear, to say the least. The colour was nice, yes, but it was also quite... Gaudy. He looked over to Hector with a sceptical twist of his mouth, but the wolf's only response was a thumbs up. Still not convinced, Thoron started to strip out of his clothes and tug on the blue suit.

Once he managed to get all the buttons on the front done up, however, Thoron was quite pleased with the way it fit him. Despite what Vincent had claimed, the suit seemed to be a one-size-fits all deal, stretching easily to accommodate his bulky frame. As a result, the blue suit clung to his muscles quite nicely, plastered against them to show off their distinctive bloat and curves. "Damn, looking good Thoron!" Hector said, grin wide as he reached out to rub a hand over the fox's thick arms.

"Hah, I knew it'd look great on ya!" Vincent was beaming as he looked Thoron over. He casually reached out to adjust the belt a little, loosening it an extra notch so that it no longer cinched over his abs quite as tightly. "Don't want you looking too formal, y'know? Now, just go stand over in front of th' lights and... Ah, damn, almost forgot!"

The bull rummaged through the pockets of his neatly-pressed pants, quickly producing a sleek rectangle wrapped in purple foil. He offered it to Thoron was an encouraging nod, but the fox just frowned in confusion. "Gum...? Uh. Is fresh breath a necessity for a photo shoot?"

Vincent guffawed, but shook his head. "Naw, naw, nothing like that. This blueberry gum actually has th' same flavour base we use in the booze. All the workers chew it around here! Like I said, we want you t' look real casual, laid back. This Blue Dream stuff is a good time, after all!"

"Huh." Thoron shrugged, and unwrapped the gum. The stick inside was nothing special. Powder blue with a strip of purple crystal-stuff running down the middle. He popped it into his mouth and begin to chew, before walking back over to his position.

"Okay, just... Stand right in th' middle of where the lights cross over, right there!" Vincent called. He had already selected a camera from the small collection available on the table, and was getting it set up on a tripod. Hector stood beside him, still wearing that wide, wolfish grin of his.

"How d'you want me to stand?" Thoron yelled in between chews of gum. Normally, the fox wasn't particularly a fan of candy in general, let alone gum chewing. But this stuff was good. It didn't taste at all artificial for a start. It tasted like fresh blueberries, nothing less. Thoron could practically feel the sweet juice dribbling down his throat.

"Hrm.... F' now, just lean up against th' tank! This is just a practise shoot, so we wanna get you in a few different poses!" Thoron did as Vincent asked, leaning back against the sheer metal surface behind him and trying his best to look like he wasn't trying at all. Casualness was the apparent theme of this modelling job, after all. His grinned wide as Vincent took a few quick shots with the camera, still chewing away at his gum.

"Hey, is it just me, or is the lighting kinda... Off?" Hector mumbled, squinting his eyes at Thoron. "His fur looks a bit weird. You got a blue filter on those lights on something?"

"Nope," Vincent mumbled from behind the camera. There was, however, a very small smirk tugging at his mouth.

Hector wasn't convinced, however. While he and the bull were a good distance away from the model, something definitely looked off about Thoron. It was most obvious in the fox's face; his yellow-orange pelt simply wasn't the right colour. It looked positively blue. Hector had to double check the lights to make sure Vincent hadn't been lying, but they weren't filtered.

"Hey, what're you doin' man?! Get out of shot!" Vincent cried in irritation when Hector stomped over to Thoron, casting a broad shadow on the vats. He ignored the bull, however. When he got up close, he realised with shock that his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him. The fox's fur had indeed turned a vibrant blue colour, from his cheeks to his neck to his paws. Even Thoron's nose was a rich blue, not to mention his previously blonde ponytail.

"Something up, big guy?" Thoron asked, frowning as he looked between the wolf and the irritated photographer.

"You've uh... Got something on your..." Hector mumbled in disbelief, vaguely pointing at his own nose.

"Oh come on, you've been taking photos all this time while I've go-... Got..." Thoron had lifted his hand up to try and wipe away whatever Hector had been pointing out, but he froze when he caught sight of that paw. It was... Blue. He turned his hand this way and that, trying to determine if he was just seeing things. But now he could see that he had turned a warm shade of blue, just like his suit... and the sweet blueberry taste he could still feel trickling out of the wad of gum in his mouth.

Snarling and baring his sharp teeth, Hector spun on his heel and marched towards Vincent, who was still wielding his camera like an insatiable shutterbug. "What the hell've you done to him!? Is this some kinda joke?" As soon as the wolf was in range, he grabbed the bull by the collar to dragged him close so they were staring snout to snout.

"'Course not!" Vincent grunted, trying to push away from the immobile wall of wolf that was holding him in place. "It's all part of the photoshoot, you'll see!"

Hector was about to curl one meaty paw into a fist to really put the fear into the bovine, but then he heard Thoron shout from across the way. "Hector! I... I feel kinda weird!"

When Hector returned to Thoron's side, the fox was rubbing at his trim midsection with a frown. "Feels really full, like I just blasted down a whole protein shake," he grunted. His stomach let out a low gurgle, like a water cooler settling into place... Then, all of a sudden, it bulged outwards into a round curve.

For a moment, both Thoron and Hector were speechless. It was the wolf that broke the silence, but mostly because he saw Thoron's stomach swelling out into the start of a real muscle gut. "Oh fuck..." he murmured, reaching out to rub a hand over it, feeling how tight and warm it was. "You're blowing up man! Spit that gum out!"

"I can't..." Thoron moaned, jaw still working overtime on that juicy wad. No matter how hard he focused, he just couldn't stop chewing away like a cow with cud. He had hardly even noticed he was still chewing until Hector point it out. And now he was distracted by the sight of his prized abs swelling out into a round pot belly.

"This is so weird..." Hector mumbled. The wolf's hands hadn't left Thoron's belly. In fact, he could feel his hands spreading further apart as that sudden gut grew, bloating into a round watermelon wrapped in blue. Fortunately, Thoron's suit had plenty of give to it, but the wolf could already see that bright red belt starting to tighten.

More gurgling emanated from the blue-dyed fox. Thoron couldn't take his eyes away from the gut he was sporting now. At first, he thought it was just some weird balloon in the material of the suit, but he could FEEL it. A round heaviness attached to his torso that sloshed gently when Hector brushed his hands over it. He was so distracted by his swelling stomach, in fact, that he didn't even notice as his rump began to fill out too.

"Must... Must be an allergic reaction, maybe...?" Hector mused, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Thoron's gut was a big, round beachball now. Following another deep gurgle, Hector noticed that that wasn't the only part of his date that looked bloated; the fox's suit-wrapped limbs were swelling up as well, the muscles growing even larger. Thoron was rapidly taking on the look of a veteran powerlifter.

Broken out of his shocked stare by the sound of his belt creaking, Thoron shook his head. "Doesn't matter... Need to get to a hospital." With a grunt, Thoron took a step forward, trying to remember which direction they had entered the room from... And found the motion was surprisingly difficult. His legs felt incredibly stiff, forcing him to take on an embarrassing waddle. On top of that, his stomach produced a deep sloshing sound with every step he took.

Hector wrapped an arm around Thoron to try and keep the bloated fox steady, but he couldn't help but be distracted at the way his muscles were blowing up along with his stomach. It was like watching a photo morph come to life! He could hear the shutter of Vincent's camera going off even as Thoron made a slow attempt to escape, but Hector didn't even think to demand the bull stop with the photography. Part of him actually hoped he might be able to get a picture of Thoron looking like a big, blue sumo-wrestler on steroids.

Thoron didn't even make it a dozen steps before he found that he was no longer capable of putting one foot in front of the other. It was like someone had stuffed balloons under his skin and blown them up. Not to mention the tightness of that belt... It was digging into his big gut so badly that it actually hurt. "Damnit..." he huffed out, stopping his attempts to move just so that he could focus rubbing his hands over his sloshing, aching gut. But even that was difficult, as his arms felt just as stiff as his legs.

"Hey, Thoron, let me just-" Hector started, trying to work out the best way to pick up the bloated fox, but he was interrupted by a deep, ominous creeeeeak. For a second, he thought Thoron was about to burst like a cheap balloon... But it was the red belt that was giving way, snapping open to let Thoron's ball gut surge forward several more inches. The whiplash from the belt actually struck Hector in the arm, causing the wolf to wince in pain and take several cautious steps back.

Thoron awkwardly shuffled in place to try and face the wolf, but he quickly realised that he was becoming immobilised by his own swelling body. Now free of that restrictive belt, his belly seemed to be filling up with that sloshiness even faster now, gaps of blue fur appearing between the buttons of his suit. Everything about him felt full and tight. His stomach, his chest, his limbs, his ass, his face... Even his crotch, in fact. Much as it made Thoron blush indigo to realise it, he was sporting a hard-on beneath that gut of his, one that was straining the crotch of his suit.

"Mrmph... So full..." Thoron mumbled around the wad of gum in his mouth. There was a small 'ping!' from somewhere in front of Thoron as one of those thick buttons on the front of his suit shot off, unable to withstand the immense pressure of the sloshing fox's paunch. Thoron grunted in relief at the small breeze of cold factory air that rolled over the portion of his belly jutting out of the newly formed gap. It only grew wider and wider as, one-by-one, buttons burst off his suit and clattered to the floor in front of him, giving his belly more room to swell and bulge. Now that the belt was no longer in the way, there was little left to hold back that juicy gut.

"I... I don't understand," Hector mumbled, staggering back several feet, stunned by Thoron's strange growth. Vincent was right beside him, still snapping pictures and taking advantage of the fact that Thoron was still partially lit up by the floodlights. "What the hell are you doing to him...?"

"Heh, y'can't tell yet?" the bull replied with a wry smirk, glancing sidelong at Hector. "Turnin' blue, sloshing with liquid, growin' nice and round..."

Hector frowned deeply, looking back to the blue fox. Thoron had truly given up on trying to get away, or even keep his hands on that swelling belly of his. His limbs were simply too bloated and useless, sticking out from his body at wide angles. They didn't even look bloated with muscle anymore, almost like fat cones sticking out of his body. With his gut being the centre of his growth now, it all served to make Thoron's torso look incredibly spherical... "He's... Turning into a blueberry...?" Hector stammered out, narrowly dodging the last button as it shot free of Thoron's suit.

"Yeah, that's right! We're just getting to th' good part now, if y' ask me," Vincent said with a grin. He was taking photos every step of the way, making sure to not miss a single second of Thoron's inflation.

"Wait... You've done this before?!"

"Oh yeah, had t' make sure th' gum was perfect," Vincent replied casually. "Didn't want our poster boy here going lumpy or something."

Thoron was only dimly aware of the two men talking about him. He was too overwhelmed by the tremendous, sloshing heaviness building up in his body, and the incredible tension that came with it. He was trying to look down in order to keep track of just how large his belly was getting, but he found that his own bloated chest was getting in the way of his chin. All he could see was a bulging curve of blue fur, now unobscured by the ruined suit. Much as he hated to admit it, Thoron was actually glad that the suit had ruptured, providing some much needed room to grow. He did, however, wish that it would tear entirely, to alleviate the tension on his swollen bulge below.

"Oh, Thoron... Y' really are turning into a blueberry!" Hector moaned, building up his courage to walk closer to try and provide the juicy fox with some comfort. Thoron was tottering on increasingly unsteadily legs, that were slowly but surely sinking into the rest of his body, the base of the fat cones widening out. When the bull wandered around his inflating date, he saw that Thoron's body truly was becoming spherical; chest merging with his belly into one round curve, back filling out and swelling up to match with a pair of huge asscheeks below.

"Can you... Get the suit off me...?" Thoron mumbled weakly, unable to even turn his head to watch Hector examine his transformation. "Really tight..." The fox was tired of chewing the gum in his mouth, given that his jaw was starting to ache, but the suit was his first concern. He tried not to think too hard about the sweet liquid that was dribbling out from his puffy cheeks and onto his chest.

The wolf nodded, and stepped closer to start peeling the remains of the suit off Thoron. It was easy enough, now that all the buttons had burst clear, and the fox's arms were rapidly becoming round bulges with flapping hands poking out. "Hold on, I'm gonna need to... Lie you back to get the rest off," Hector warned. Carefully, very carefully, he took advantage of Thoron's round shape to gently roll him onto his back to get the lower half of the suit off him.

When he walked around to Thoron's front to stand between the fox's feet, however, he was greeted by a fat cockhead poking out of Thoron's suit, dribbling a purple liquid from the tip. Hector immediately felt his cheeks blush at the sight. "You're, uh... Really swollen, man," he mumbled awkwardly as he pulled the remains of Thoron's suit off, tossing it to the side. His jock had also ruptured, leaving Hector with a good view of the blueberry fox's shaft; it looked at thick as Hector's arm, and just as long. Not to mention the size of those balls underneath! Like big, blue melons.

"Thanks Hector, I owe you one..." Thoron let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes momentarily, listening to the sloshing sound of juice inside him as he rocked unsteadily on his round back. Sure, he was turning into a big ball of blueberry, but at least his growth was a bit more comfortable now. There was something relaxing about the way Hector was rubbing his hands over his bloated body as well, feeling how firm and tight his skin was. It almost felt like Thoron was simply relaxing inside of an immense water balloon, his own personal juicy hot tub.

"How big is he gonna get?" Hector snapped at the suited bull, keeping one hand braced against Thoron's side to prevent him from rolling away. "And what the hell are you going to do with him...?"

"He's gonna get eight, maybe nine feet tall I reckon, same in width..." Vincent mused out loud. He put his camera down on the table and walked over, brushing his hands through the soft blue fur of Thoron's juicy body. He even moved to casually rub and squeeze at the fox's bloated shaft, which elicited a moan from Thoron and a trickle of more sweet juice from his cock. "As for what we'll do with him... Same as any other berry. Juice 'im."

"You're going to juice him?" Hector said, trying not to stare too much at the juice dribbling down Thoron's oversized shaft and pooling on the floor. "And then he'll be back to normal, right?"

"He won't but so full of juice anymore, yeah," Vincent replied. He wiped some juice from Thoron's drooling cockhead up with a finger, before tentatively tasting it. "Hrm... Nice n' sweet, just a little bit sour. Your boyfriend here makes fer a good berry. Although..." The bull mused thoughtfully, taking a few steps back to better take in the fox's round profile. There was very little hint of Thoron's old, brawny build. He was mostly just a spherical ball of juice now, with only a few features like his head, hands, feet, tail and cock marring that perfect roundness. "He's getting damn big. Maybe he's gonna burst?"

"Burst?!" Thoron and Hector cried out at once, though the former was muffled by a maw full of gum and juice.

"Yeah, burst," Vincent repeated, trying his best to put on a convincingly worried frown. He stepped forward once more and placed a hand on the side of Thoron's body, pressing a little and poking, as if testing for pressure. "He's getting' bigger than I expected. Good nine feet now. And he's feeling damn tight... Can't imagine how full he must be."

"You gotta juice him now then!" Hector snapped, marching forward to grab the bull by the shoulders once again. "Get that stuff out of him, you can't let him pop!"

"Easy, easy there big guy..." Vincent muttered. He placed both hands on Hector's wrists to encourage him to let go. "Now listen, if he really is at risk of bursting, the regular juicer's not a good idea, does a whole lotta squeezing. But there's a better way to juice a berry, and you can give me a hand with it..."

"Just tell me what I need to do!" Hector snapped, giving the bull a quick shake.

With a lot of squirming and elbowing, Vincent managed to slip out of Hector's grip with a scowl. "Easy there, I said! Now look, it's real simple. Y'see how his cock's leakin' juice like that?" Vincent pointed to the big, blue member in question. "You make him orgasm, all that juice'll come pourin' out, and he'll be fine."

Hector blushed quite furiously. "Y' mean... Fuck him...?" The wolf glanced over at Thoron's big, round shape. Rolled onto his back like that, Hector had a good look at the berryfox's thick rump. Hector was certainly no prude, but the thought of using Thoron like that, in his current situation... It made his stomach flip. "That really the only way?"

Vincent shrugged. "Unless y' want him t' pop like a balloon, yeah. I mean, I'd offer to do it... And I'd love to, 'cause that ass does look tempting." The bull grinned lecherously, in a way that made Hector's skin crawl. "But I reckon he'd be more comfortable with you. Don't worry, that juice makes fer a surprisingly good lubricant, believe it or not. He'll be nice and soft too..."

Trying not to think too hard about how Vincent understood so much about what was happening, Hector started to strip out of his clothing. "You just turn around while I do this," he grunted, glaring at the bull with his shorts halfway down his legs. Vincent just grinned and nodded, turning to face the other way. Once Hector was completely naked, clothes piled up nearby, he was a little surprised to see that his cock was already rock hard. "Right," he mumbled, before walking around to the berryfox's front.

"Hey, uh, Thoron?"

"Mm...?"

"The jerk says I, uh... Gotta fuck you to get the juice out."

Thoron laughed a little. Despite his predicament, and the apparent threat of bursting, he felt oddly... Relaxed. It was like being tipsy, only accompanied by a pleasant tightness. "Just... Do what you gotta do, yeah? I'm sick of being a beachball here... And after this, we'll show that meathead what we think of his gum, yeah?"

"Yeah," Hector replied, grinning softly. He leaned forward to give Thoron a quick kiss on the lips, before walking back to his underside, keeping one hand rubbing along the fox's round body as he went. Once he was standing between Thoron's spread feet (and in front of that huge, dribbling cock), Hector briefly considered rolling the blueberry into a better position. But he quickly realised that, right now, his hardon was just about at the perfect height for Thoron's inflated rump. "Well, this is a new position," Hector mumbled. He reached out with both arms to embrace and hold Thoron's swollen roundness, before carefully pushing his cock forward.

When Thoron felt Hector's fat cockhead pushing against his hole, he moaned immediately... And in the process, swallowed his wad of gum. The berryfox didn't care, though. The wolf sliding his prick in, working it in inch by inch, felt... Fantastic. He could still remember their romp from the previous night quite clearly, but this was something else altogether. Thoron simply couldn't believe how much more sensitive he was today. And it seemed his juicy form was the cause. "Fuuuuuuck..." he groaned out slowly.

Hector was surprised too. Vincent hadn't been lying when he had promised that Thoron would be an easy fuck. The foxberry's hole was spreading easily around his shaft, and it felt incredibly soft inside, enough to make the wolf shudder in pleasure. It was like fucking a flesh light, like this blueberry was made to satisfy him. Any semblance of hesitation gone, Hector withdrew his cock to quickly thrust it back into Thoron's swollen ass, starting to build up a good thrusting motion.

In mere moments, Hector was going at it with nothing less than his full effort, pushing his cock into Thoron's juicy ass, before pulling back to thrust it in all over again. The motion was accompanied by the sound of soft, juicy squelching, and Thoron's cock was freely dribbling juice down Hector's chest. Neither the berry nor the wolf noticed that Vincent was not only watching the spectacle, but he was also taking photos of it as well. Occasionally he had to stop and rub at his tented erection briefly, but otherwise he was taking full advantage of the opportunity to photograph his blueberry model being fucked in front of the Blue Dream vat.

Somewhere in the midst of the lewd sloshing and slapping of thighs against ass, Thoron's round body had stopped swelling, seemingly content to remain at a tremendously tight, blue sphere that towered over all others and sought to challenge the height of the brewing tanks. On top of that, seeing as the berryfox had actually swallowed the wad of gum in his mouth, it was now so much easier for Thoron to moan and groan out loud, his grunts of pleasure just about lost among all that sloshing juice inside him. "Juice... Me..."

"So damn close!" Hector hissed, his face pressed into the bloated cock looming over him as he quickly lapped at some of the sweet juice dribbling over him. Vincent had been right, again. Thoron's juice was some of the best Hector had ever tasted, perfectly sweet and obscenely fresh. But as much as he wanted to savour the moment, feeling his body pressing up against Thoron's swollen roundness as he tasted that sweet nectar... He couldn't hold back any longer. The wolf let out a low howl as he felt himself begin to cum into Thoron's juicy ass.

Unlike last night, the couple's timing was impeccable. As soon as Thoron felt Hector push his cock in deep and hold it there, shortly followed up by the sensation of warm seed pumping into in, Thoron felt his own shaft twitch and his balls tighten. Like a water cannon let loose, the huge blueberry fox's oversized cock started to gush juice in heavy spurts, the dark liquid splattering across the concrete floor and over the side of the nearest vat. "Real waste of juice there," Vincent mumbled from some distance away, struggling to continue taking photos with one hand in his pants, "but a good shot..."

While Hector's orgasm only lasted a few (albeit intense) spurts, Thoron's seemed endless. All that juice was pooling on the floor before rolling down one of several drains set into the floor nearby, presumably there in case of vat spills rather than spontaneous berryfox juicing. Every volley of juice seemed to drain Thoron's immense roundness, like watching his inflation being played in reverse. Hector, still pushing into Thoron's ass and pressing his arms and torso against the big berryfox, could feel him slowly shrinking down, finding it easier and easier to wrap his arms around Thoron.

Soon enough, Thoron's limbs started to make their return, and Hector was able to help roll him back onto his feet. The wolf still kept his arms firmly around Thoron however, hugging him from behind. "Almost there big guy, just a bit more juice to go," he murmured into the fox's ear. Thoron seemed like he was only half paying attention, too distracted by the intensity of his orgasm.

It took several minutes, but eventually Thoron was back to his previously strong build, completely deflated and standing in a puddle of his own juice. Well, not entirely deflated. His soft cock looked a good deal more impressive than it did when he started, and his muscles looked a touch more swollen. On top of that, his juicing had done nothing about the blue colour dying his pelt. But at least he was no longer an immense piece of fruit.

"You okay?" Hector mumbled, hugging Thoron tightly from behind.

"Yeah," Thoron replies. "Can still taste blueberries, and I feel a bit full. But... Okay."

"Want to get out of here?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to punch that bastard on our way out?"

"Oh, definitely."

The wolf nodded, grinning mischievously as he let go of Thoron. He marched over to Vincent, who was scrolling through the photos taken on his camera as he directed some brewery workers in blue suit to get to work on cleaning up the spilled juice. Hector tapped the bull on the shoulder, and when he turned around-

BAM! It felt like a cinder block had smashed him in the hose. Vincent groaned when he fell back into the shallow pool of juice on the floor, his previously pristine suit stained purple in mere moment. "Wha-... Wha' th' fuck wa' tha' for?" he snapped, wincing as he rubbed at his very sore snout.

"That's for turning my date into a blueberry!" Hector shouted. "We're leaving, and if you try to stop us, I'll cram so much of that gum down your throat you'll be a god damn blimp."

As Thoron and Hector made to leave, however, clutching their juice soaked clothing and trying to ignore the workers stealing glimpses at their naked bodies, Vincent scrambled to his feet. "Wait, wait, hold on!" the bull grunted, nearly slipping on blueberry juice as he scrambled to catch up to them. He had recovered from Hector's attack quite quickly, no longer sounding like he was trying to swallow his own tongue. "Don't leave! We still got... Contracts to sort out! You're the new spokesperson for Blue Dream, remember?"

Thoron turned on his heel and snarled at Vincent, who flinched in response. "You expect me to work for you after... All that!" The fox scowled as he motioned towards all the workers in blue who were busily sweeping pooled juice towards the floor drains.

"Well... Maybe that wasn't the best way t' start off, sure," Vincent conceded. "But th' job is on the level, I swear! You're gonna be the model and spokesperson for us, it's just... Yer also gonna be a juice tank too. A source of Blue Dream y'self!"

"All right buddy, that's enough," Hector grunted, wrapping an arm around Thoron's shoulder to start walking away once more. "Deal's off, end of discussion."

"Yeah, well...!" Vincent shouted after their retreating figures, sales pitch stumbling for a moment. "You just... Remember my card if you start going juicy again!"

Thoron shivered a little bit at that as they left the brewery room. The sweet taste of blueberries was still strong on his tongue, and he hoped that Hector didn't notice his cock growing semi-hard at Vincent's last warning.

The trip back through the labyrinthine factory was surprisingly uneventful. Both Hector and Thoron had been expecting security guards to pile on them at any second for cleaning the clock of a company employee. But after pretending to simply be lost after an incident with a wild juice hose, a sympathetic employee not only gave them directions to the entrance, but also some dry clothes.

"I'd almost prefer to go naked than promote this place," Thoron said as he and Hector finally stepped back outside and head towards their car. He grimaced as he tugged at the company polo shirt he had been given to wear, with a purple top hat logo stitched centre stage.

"Hey, shows off your pecs well," Hector replied, grinning cheekily.

Once they slumped down into the car together, both men took the opportunity to lean back in their seats and take a shared deep breath. "So. Where do you want me to drop you off at?" Thoron asked, absently adjusting his driver's seat underneath him. The remains of his juice bloat was enough to leave him feeling like a stranger in his own car.

"Well, uh... Actually, I was gonna suggest I go back to your place with you," Hector replied. "Y'know. Stick around, keep you company. Provide emotional support after the whole..." The wolf puffed out his cheeks and held his hand out far from his lap, as if mimicking a tremendous belly.

Thoron raised an eyebrow at that odd attempt at humour.... But then laughed, no small amount of tension flooding out with it. "Sure, but only on the condition that you don't make that face again. You're too sexy to look that goofy."

Hector just grinned as the car pulled out of the parking lot and trundled away.

The wolf actually ended up spending most of the weekend's remainder at Thoron's apartment, aside from a quick venture out into the wild world for some supplies from home and takeaway dinner. In truth, Thoron was more than a little grateful that Hector was sticking around. After the rather... Unusual experience he had just been through, friendly company was more than welcome.

Even when Monday rolled around, Hector still stayed curled up in bed with his arms wrapped firmly around Thoron's waist. "I can always do some study from here," he muttered lazily into the fox's ear. "Besides. You should probably have a couple days off from work yourself." Thoron didn't even try to argue against that suggestion. The wolf's warm embrace was too much of a trial to leave for him to be thinking about work.

Eventually, however, Thoron did manage to drag himself out of bed and lumber towards the bathroom. For the umpteenth time in the last few days, he hopped into the shower, turned the water on nice and hot, and began to scrub. He had tried everything he could thing off to wash the blue out of his fur; body wash, shampoo, even vinegar at Hector's suggestion. But no matter how hard he brushed and scoured and rubbed at his pelt, not a single smudge of blue came free. The water swirling down his shower drain remained completely colourless.

With a heavy sigh, Thoron stepped out of the shower and towelled off. He stood in front of his mirror, tied his hair back into its usual ponytail, and took a moment to stare at his reflection. "Well," he huffed, staring at his dyed and swollen body, "it's not all bad. You do look good in blue, and the off-season shape is... Kinda hot. If anyone asks, you're just... Going with a new look." Grinning slowly, Thoron took a moment to flex and pose in front of the mirror.

It was at that point that Thoron's stomach let out a low gurgle. "Huh," he grunted, placing a hand on his puffy abs, "must be about time for breakfast." But when he turned to trudge out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he heard another gurgle... And a distinctive slosh.

"Oh no..." the fox grunted as he looked down at his midsection once more. It was subtle, but his abs definitely looked more bloated than they did a moment before. He pressed his hand against his midsection once more, and his ears flattened against his head when he felt his stomach pressing back against him, and a gentle churning of liquid just beneath his fur.

"No, no, not again!" he whined, both hands pressing together now, as if hoping to push back the slow swell of juice. But it did him no good. While it was certainly slower than what he had experienced back at the factory, he could feel the slow rise in pressure that accompanied the all-too familiar surge of juice.

Thoron let his towel drop as he stepped back towards the mirror to take stock of what was happening. "Okay, maybe it's just... Maybe it's just a little aftershock," he muttered to himself, both hands roaming over his swollen abs. "Just gonna swell up a little bit, maybe shoot some juice, and then... Then you'll be fine! Not gonna turn into a big berry again, no getting rolled around this time..." He licked his lips, one hand absently dropping down to grip his already erect shaft. "Just... Jerk off, and you'll be fine."

Taking deep, calming breaths, Thoron went to go sit down on the edge of his shower tub. It didn't take much to get his cock lubed up; after all, he was already oozing blue pre-cum, and a lot of it. "Just need to... Rub one out and everything will be okay," he repeated to himself, one hand jerking at his shaft while the other kneaded over his bloated, juice-filled muscle gut. "You just need to get juiced..."

"Hey, Thoron?" came Hector's voice from the other side of the bathroom door suddenly. "Too late to join you in the shower?"

Thoron's hand froze mid-jerk. He went stock still all over, completely silent besides the gentle churn of juice inside him.

Hector frowned deeply at the lack of response. "Thoron? Everything okay in there...?" Growing a little worried, Hector opened up the bathroom door and was greeted by the sight of a distended looking fox with a hand on his cock. "Woah."

"I... I think I'm swelling up again," Thoron mumbled awkwardly. "Wanted to... Try get some juice out before it got too bad."

It Thoron's surprise and relief, the wolf just nodded in understanding. "All right. Didja... Want some help?"

"Yeah... That'd be good."

Hector returned shortly with the bottle of lube, his shaft quickly dripping with the stuff. Trembling a little, Thoron got to his feet before turning around and bending forward to lean on the edge of the tub with both hands. In short order, he felt the thick head of Hector's cock pushing against his tailhole, causing Thoron to moan.

"Nnrgh... You're still real soft back here... Feels good," Hector grunted out as he started to thrust.

"Uh... Uh-huh." As soon as he felt Hector's cock really start to push into his rump, Thoron became keenly aware that the gurgling in his stomach was getting louder, and his inflation was picking up pace. The sensation made him shiver in satisfaction.

"And you're filling up again? Damn, that's a pretty big problem..."

"Mm." Thoron's round belly was sloshing with every thrust from the wolf. While the blue fox had only been swelling at a snail's pace a minute ago, his arousal seemed to be speeding up the process. His gut was so large that he had to adjust his position a little just to let it rest on the edge of the tub.

"Good thing we're catchin' it soon then... Ah, damn you're nice and tight... I'd hate to see you waddling around here like a big, blue sumo again." The wolf grinned as he felt Thoron's firm rump blowing up around his cock, not to mention the sight of the berryfox's round belly bulging out to the sides.

Thoron licked his lips and grunted. "Might not fit through the doors..." He could feel juice rushing through his body at an intense speed and pressure now. He had to let go of the tub and just rely on his belly for support as his arms began blowing up once more.

"Yeah, especially if you started to get totally round again. Big blueberry fox, nice and juicy..." Hector shuffled forward slightly, so that he could lean to reach around Thoron and start jerking at the fox's cock. It was difficult getting a hand around it, though, considering how thick it was getting.

"Big? Try huge," Thoron mused, smirk tugging at his lips. "I was a god damn juice blimp..." And he was rapidly becoming one again. Back filling out, limbs shrinking in... The fox was developing into a near spherical shape at an impressive pace. Hector had to actually roll forward a little to keep his shaft embedded into Thoron's huge rump.

"That you were. Can you imagine if you were up on stage and you started blowing up like this?" Now that he could no longer reach the fox's manhood, Hector's thick paw started to rub at Thoron's swollen body, feeling how round and tight it had become in no time at all. "Giant blue ass bustin' out of your shorts, gut sloshing and bouncing the whole time..."

"Fuck... Fuck..." The fox was biting at his lip now, hands clenching into tight fists. Part of him was worried that he was going to swell up big enough to hit the ceiling, but the rest of him didn't mind that prospect at all.

"You'd have the whole club staring at you. Probably pay good money to have a turn at rolling you around..." Hector was smacking the sides of Thoron's round form now, listening to the satisfying slosh of liquid inside even as it dribbled from Thoron's cock and over the bathroom tiles. "Maybe I'd even be able to join you on stage, eh? Your own personal juicer to fuck your berry ass..."

That was all it took to push Thoron over the edge. He groaned loudly as his cock started to spurt sweet juice, spraying in hefty bursts that struck the wall and ceiling, plenty of it splashing back and pooling in the tub. Thoron was filling it up even faster than the sweet juice could swirl down the plug hole, although it seemed like just as much juice was painting the wall and floor of the bathroom. As Thoron's cock pumped out gallon after gallon of fresh juice, the fox himself slowly deflating back to normal in the process.

Chuckling softly, Hector pulled his prick out of Thoron's ass with a wet pop, hands steadying the fox who was still dizzy in the throes of post-orgasm. "So, blueberry man..." he started, grin wide on his maw as he watched the fox turn around to sit on the tub once more. "Seems you're still plenty juicy. Whaddya wanna do?"

Thoron felt his abs once more. Still bloated, and he could feel the tell-tale churn of juice just beneath them. "I'm going to give Vincent a call," Thoron mumbled. "And tell him they're going to need a truck to haul their spokes model back to the factory..."

The wolf smirked as he got down on his knees to lick some stray juice from Thoron's bloated cock. "See if he has an opening for a juicing technician while you're at it..." he rumbled, before wrapping his mouth around Thoron's sweet, juicy manhood.

"So, you feeling pumped?"

"Quit it."

"Creative juices flowing?"

"Hector..."

"Ttch, no-one likes a sour blueberry..."

Thoron just groaned and rolled his eyes. If he had been capable of that kind of mobility still, he would have given the wolf a good jab in the sides. But seeing as he was, at that moment, swollen to near capacity and at a perfect state of ripeness, he had no choice but to put up with it.

"Hey, hey, no complaining berry boy," Hector chided as he walked around his boyfriend's swollen body. Occasionally, he would reach out to gently poke or rub at Thoron's tight flesh, checking for the umpteenth time that the blueberry was nice and full. "I can see you smirking from down here, and if you don't play nice with me... Maybe I'll let you burst on stage!"

That was enough to make Thoron laugh, a little blueberry juice dribbling from his lips before he quickly licked it up. "Like hell you will. I'm the start of this show. Without me, you'd just be a hot-as-fuck wolf in a jockstrap."

"That's true," Hector conceded as he walked around to Thoron's front so he could talk to the blueberry face-to-face, tail wagging behind the wolf lazily. He was grateful that the side stage area had been cleared to make room for Thoron's round bulk, though it did mean he had to use a few spare milk crates to brace the blueberry and prevent him from rolling away. "You feelin' nervous at all, big guy? It's your first show like this, after all."

"A little," Thoron admitted. The fox had gone through quite a few rehearsals back at the factory already, with Hector working alongside him every step of the way. The script was hardly anything ground breaking; roll out on stage for everyone to gawk at, put on a bit of a show, then get juiced back down to size before schmoozing with the guests and serving Blue Dream. It was easy, really. Vincent would do all the fast talking and sales pitching. He just had to be the juicy merchandise.

Smiling softly, Hector stepped forward and wrapped his muscular arms around the big berry, before planting a gentle kiss on Thoron's lips. "You'll be fine, I promise," the wolf murmured as he gently stroked Thoron's bloated cheek. "Vince has already got 'em warmed up with a video of you goin' all juicy. They're already aching to see you. And I'm gonna be there the whole time."

"My own personal juicer," Thoron murmured affectionately.

Hector smiled and nodded. He carefully nudged the milk crates keeping Thoron in position away, before he began to roll the big blueberry towards the stage. While it normally took two or three factory workers to roll Thoron around when he was in such an inflated state, Hector was a little protective of the berry. Between his brute strength and the last few weeks of practise, he had become adept at taking the blueberry wherever he wanted to go, all by himself.

Thoron's eyes squinted as he was rolled out onto the stage, the warm, bright spotlights shining directly at him forcing him to quickly adjust. It was hard to see anyone out in the audience lounge, even once Hector rolled him upright in the middle of the stage. The intense lights meant that all Thoron could see were vague silhouettes shuffling in their seats. The wolf whistles and lewd compliments shouted at him made sure the blushing blueberry knew his entrance was much appreciated.

"Gentlemen!" Vincent boomed into his microphone, one hand patting the huge blueberry as it was moved into position beside him. "Meet Thoron. Our very first berry boy! I reckon all of you enjoyed watchin' him blow up into a big, juicy blueberry, an' now... Now you get to see him for yerself. Go on, drink it all up! Though remember, no flash photography, if y' don't mind."

Thoron felt like a giant up on stage. Being some nine feet tall meant that his head wasn't far off from poking up into the rafters above holding the stage lights. He could practically feel his audience gawking, all eyes in the room on his big, juicy body... And that made the fox grin wide. "Like what you see, fellas?" he teased through juice-swollen cheeks. "It's all natural juice, I promise you..."

"That's right, all natural! And th' supply of tonight's drinks," Vincent said, grinning wide as he walked around to the front of Thoron to run a hand over the fox's juice-bloated cock. Some dark purple liquid dribbled from the head, running down Thoron's shaft and bloated balls. "Thoron here produces the best damn blueberry juice imaginable, and it's all thanks t' one stick of gum..."

"Do we get a free sample?" someone called from the crowd, causing the rest of the audience to chuckle. But the baited silence that followed suggested the question wasn't rhetorical.

"If yer asking about the juice, you'll just need to be patient. Big ol' Hector here," Vincent answered, motioning towards the beefy wolf holding Thoron in position, "Is gonna demonstrate the juicin' process fer all of you. As fer the gum, well..." The big bull smirked slightly, and stuffed a hand into one of his pockets. When he withdrew it, he was holding a whole packet of blueberry gum. "If you lot are keen on investing, you'll be given a stick of gum t' do with as y' see fit. If yer keen, we can get y' get an in-house juicin' station set up in your bars. Fresh blueberry juice for mixing up Blue Dream. Or whatever else y' want it for..."

Hector smiled as he momentarily walked of stage, listening to the eager murmuring rippling through the audience. While he didn't much care for Vincent's underhanded tactics, he had to give it to the guy, he knew how to make a sale. All that quiet whispering in the audience settled down once Hector wheeled out the juice tanks; a pair of big, transparent caskets on wheels, with thick hoses that connected to a single large sleeve, made of something like spandex.

"As y' can see, we've already developed suitable means of capturing the berry's juice," Vincent explained, walking over to the big tanks that loomed over him to pat one. The audience, however, was more interested in Hector, who was busy sliding that sleeve over Thoron's bloated cock. The material rubbing against the blueberry's manhood was enough to make Thoron moan quite shamelessly. "Once you've got yer berry strapped up t' th' tanks, you just gotta provide a little... Physical stimulation."

The bull felt no need to explain exactly what was meant by that. Hector was already demonstrating, tugging down his tight jock (the only clothes he was wearing besides boots) and slicking up his erection with a little of Thoron's sweet pre-cum, making sure to give the audience a good show as he did so. He even grunted in exaggeration for a little tease. With Vincent's help, Hector was able to roll Thoron forward and to the left. That way, the audience had a clear view when the wolf pushed his thick cock into the blueberry's rump.

"As y' can probably tell," Vincent said into his microphone, over the sound of Thoron's pleasured groans, "the blueberry-fication process makes a guy real sensitive. Moanin' like a whore at the slightest touch. After juicing they'll shrink back t' normal, but they'll swell back up with time... And if y' get them aroused, they'll inflate even faster!" The bull was keenly aware that his audience wasn't really paying attention to his explanation. Either they were too entranced by the blueberry fucking on stage, or they were busily getting off to that sight. Not that Vincent could blame them. It was always a pleasure seeing Hector juice his blueberry.

Once fresh juice started to pump out of Thoron's cock, the sleeve around it and the attached hose started to bulge from its volume. In heavy bursts, juice started to fill up those two transparent tanks, deep blue liquid pouring into a frothy pool. Clearly, the audience couldn't decide where to keep their attention; the filling tanks, Hector's thrusting cock, or the slowly deflating shape of Thoron. All in all, the juicing process took just a couple of minutes, taking Thoron back to a normal-but-swollen size and shape. The air in the room was heavy with the sweet scent of blueberry juice, mingling with sweat and musk. The blue fox couldn't help but smile proudly at the spectacle he had just put on. Somehow, it was even more satisfying than his old strip shows had been.

"Now then, fellas!" Vincent announced grandly, smiling as he watched a couple of bar staff walk on stage to begin filling up tall glasses of ice with fresh blueberry juice. "A chance to taste some'a Thoron's juices, on the house. And mingle with the blueberry himself..." Glasses were being handed out throughout the lounge, potential investors eagerly sipping at the juice and marvelling at how sweet it was.

"So, ready to meet your adoring public?" Hector murmured softly, wrapping an arm around Thoron's waist. The fox had managed to shift onto his feet once his legs had emerged from his swollen body, but he inevitably felt unsteady after the intense orgasm of a juicing. "I'm sure they're all eager to meet the star of Blue Dream..."

Thoron chuckled and slipped in tight next to Hector, returning the one armed hug. "You know... Thanks, Hector. For being my plus one back on the tour. Can't imagine how lucky I was, meeting you that night."

The wolf raised an eyebrow at that, and looked down at the blue fox as they started to walk across the stage to join Vincent in the lounge. "I'd like to think I'm a little more than that now, eh blueberry? Your own personal juicer, remember. Partners for good." Hector leaned down to kiss Thoron on the lips, the couple taking just a brief break under the spotlights of the stage before they got back to work.